New Blog Site!

Hey everyone, since I'm no longer at Regent I created a new blog :)

http://www.kellie-lynn.blogspot.com/

It is still under major construction so bear with me...

Thanks to all of you who have followed me these past two years. I am so ready to start a fresh blog with my fresh start. And I'm so excited be writing out of a more healed heart, mind and soul.

Hope to see you at my new blog!

BEAUTIFULLY Interrupted by Holy Spirit

How wonderful it is to be interrupted by Holy Spirit led worship! While making a pot of decaf and preparing to sit on my living room floor for a night of reading, soaking and receiving, the presence of the Holy Spirit was so thick in the atomsphere that I unexpectedly began to sob and speak in tongues hanging off the corner of my counter... for what exactly, I don't know, but my sense is simply a heart-to-heart connection my Father wanted me to have with Him.

I soon sensed that love I was receiving was the same love, out of the same heart, for the brokenhearted and disenfranchised throughout the nations. It wasn't long before I found myself walking over to my refrigerator and laying hands on the little boy I sponsor through Compassion International and praying over him in tongues.

Eventually, when I was able to stand again I walked over to my floor, picked up my book and tried to finish an open book test.... when three minutes later I found myself crying in the spirit receiving more of my Father's lavish love being poured over me abundantly. He wasn't done yet! Incredbily overwhelmed by the power of His love I found myself curling up in a ball beside my couch as I wept for a brief time. His presence and love was all over the room and I felt Him very tangibly! As I heard Him ask me to consecrate Easter weekend solely to Him I gladly accepted and He said He had so much MORE He plans to rain over me. Our beautiful moment ended with Him saying this weekend will be the best date weekend I've ever had!

His love is truly powerful! Without even realizing it I relinquished all control-- giving up my agenda for the evening to be interrupted by my loving Daddy. There is NO ONE who can offer me what only He can and there is no one who can cause love to awaken in my heart like He can and has. These encounters leave me not only feeling like the most precious, beautiful and valuable Daughter in the whole wide world, but they empower me to freely love with the love I have freely received. And that, is a gift I never want to stop giving.

A Simple Walk in the Park... or God Breathing Life into a Dead Dream?

Working full time and being in the missions school causes me to gladly surrender my heart more and more each day, but it does leave me feeling a bit tired these days... ;)

Every day and night is non-stop and by the time the weekend hits I don't know what to do with myself! It's amazing how much you get adapted to busy life that when you actually do have some down time you have no idea what to do! I can't tell you these past two weekends how many times I frantically walked around my apartment wondering what the heck I was going to do with myself. It was such an odd feeling... Reading a book was out because I read all week and needed a breather; going to the coffee shop is out because, well, I do that all the time and it's getting very old, and texting people is practically useless because by the time I text them they've all got plans and I'm left by myself on a Saturday night or Sunday afternoon ;) Oh well, I guess it means a nice walk in the park....

After church I took my Bible and a book and headed off to the park for a quiet afternoon of reading and revelation on a lovely day. (Haven't I learned that my days never go as I imagine?) I reached the park to find a sea of cars in the parking lot, some people tailgaiting and a few baseball and basketball games going on. It was 68 degrees and sunny so I shouldn't have expected any less...

After weaving through crowds of people and baseballs flying over my head (players practicing for the next inning) I made my way to the perfect bench-- sitting between a few tall trees, near a bunch of playful children hanging from the monkey bars at the playground, in front of 1st base, with juuust the right amount of rays hitting my body to warm me from the chilly breeze. What a beautiful day, a beautiful place and a beautiful moment.

Before I got to reading I watched the young baseball players. Parents were cheering loudly from the stands and as I looked over I couldn't help but chuckle as I watched the exuberated Mom (who I swore was my mom over 10 years ago reincarnated) in the oldschool, portable bleacher chair with her umbrella, snacks and pop surrounding her designated "area" on the top bleacher. No wonder she was cheering-- an in-the-park homer, a close and safe slide into 2nd, and an almost steal from first just happened in under five minutes-- who wouldn't be hollering for "ma boy" during such a game!? Yet when I watched the boy hit the inside-the-park-homerun and slide safe into home I felt tears running down my face. For the first time in over 10 years I re-visited my life as a trophy-winner softball player.

"Oh how I miss those days..." I thought. "learning to pitch, bat, field... gettin' my first black eye during an awesome slide, catching a town-talking fly, ruining my first set of cletes..." It was the first sport I ever played and after much practice excelled at. Fielding was my strongest area; batting my weakest, but I could actually say I was good at something (in those days). Certainly I had my on and off days as a fast-pitch pitcher, but the exhilaration of a game was so worth it. From the crisp smell of a freshly cleaned uniform to cheering my teamates on in the dugout with my hands gripping the fence, being a softball player was practically my identity.

My great aunt and uncle never missed a game. My mom hardly missed a game, but my dad wasn't able to make it to all of them because he was coaching the boys. But I remember poignantly the feeling I had knowing that I was in my element and was making my family proud. There was nothing like it! (Exactly like now knowing I am my Father's Daughter living out my purpose in Christ)

My accident happened in '97, we estimate, while I slid into home during my in-the-park homer. I was safe, but remember being in excrutiating pain upon getting up. Coach told me to play it off, and a year later I could barely walk without pain. After being forced to drop out of all sports, confined to a back brace 24/7 for three years, constant physical therapy, endless doses of meds, and a back fusion in '00, I wasn't about to risk dealing with the same level of intense, non-stop pain so I purposed to never play softball or other sports again. Six months after my fusion the doctors told me I could play, but I never went back on the field.

I would still watch the professional games like I always did and even go to games, but the idea of playing again was dead in my spirit. A few years ago I found myself running a track that held softball games around the same time of my daily run. I wanted to be apart of the game so badly. I even tried to start a team with my church, but it never worked out. When I was home with my family I would play catch with my nephew and teach him a few things. Playing softball has never left my heart.

Never have I dreamed my softball days were over as a young teen; I just buried my dream thinking I would be better off without playing, even though I felt such fulfillment while playing. Today as I reminisced I felt the Lord encouraging my heart to dream again and not loose hope about playing in the future. He knew I loved softball; He gave me the desire and gifts to play. For years I put it in a door and closed it not wanting to risk potential injury again-- I was fearful, and naturally so. Yet this afternoon I found myself desperately wanting to run on the field and play with the kids... replying to the Lord, "when will I even be able to play anytime soon with what you've laid on my heart to do this year and next?" He so graciously reminded me that my timing and His are off balance, but He hasn't forgotten my dream. The day will come where I'll have opportunity to play again with a great team and when I do, it will be glorious :) Thanks, Papa.

... (I did read my Bible at the park-- quite ironically the book of Jonah and as always I am fascinated by the love and mercy of our Father... have I, like Jonah, the right to ignore and turn away from what God has breathed life into? Ninevah for Jonah, Softball for me?)

The Brave Hearted Gospel; My heart in a nutshell

For some reason I can't download the video in here, but click the link. Just click the link...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0wKdLq-QKc

Exerpt from The Dream Giver

Day after Day, Ordinary showed up at his Usual Job. But while he worked, he thought about his Dream. He thought about how wonderful it would be to do what he loved to do instead of just dreaming about it.

Ordinary's longing for his big Dream grew and grew until finally he realized that he'd never be happy unless he could pursue it. Why didn't the Dream Giver make it possible?

If the Dream Giver didn't, how could Ordinary ever leave Familiar? He had payments and expenses. He had regular duties. A lot of Nobodies counted on him for a lot of things.Ordinary felt completely stuck. Time passed, but nothing changed.

He began to hate his Usual Job. This isn't what I was made to do, he'd say to himself. I just know it!

After a while, he began to worry that maybe he hadn't received a big Dream after all. Maybe he'd just made it all up.

And he grew sadder by the day.

One evening after work, Ordinary went to this Parents' to watch the box. But their box was broken, so the house was very quiet. It was even more quiet because his Mother was out shopping at Familiar Foods.

In the quietness, Ordinary started to think about his Dream again. He looked over at his Father sitting in his recliner, staring at the single page of Nobody's News. Maybe HE could help.

"Father", said Ordinary, "I'm growing sadder by the day. I don't like my Usual Job anymore. In fact, I think I hate it."Father looked up. "That's terrible!" he said. "What happened?"

Before he could stop himself, Ordinary started talking about the Dream Giver, and about his Big Dream. "I was made to be a Somebody and achieve Great Things!" he said. And then he told his Father the Name of his Dream. As he spoke, his voice trembled. He was sure that his Father would laugh or call him a fool.

But his Father didn't. "I'm not surprised to hear you say these things," he said.

"You're not?" said Ordinary.

"No," his Father said. "You've had that Dream ever since you were little. Don't you remember? You used to build that same dream with sticks and mud in front of this very house.

"Then Ordinary did remember. He'd always had this Dream! It was what he'd always wanted to do, and what he'd always thought he'd be good at doing. His eyes filled with tears.

"Father," he said. "I think I was born to do this."

Ordinary and his Father sat together quietly. His Father seemed to be remembering something, too. After a while he asked, "When you woke up to your Big Dream, Son, did you happen to find... a feather?"

Ordinary was shocked. "How did you know?" he asked.

"A long time ago, I woke up to a Dream, too." his Father said. "And it came with a long white feather. It was a wonderful Dream. I kept the feather on my windowsill while I waited for a chance to pursue it. I waited and waited. But it never seemed possible... One day I noticed the feather had turned to dust."

Of all the sad words Ordinary had ever heard, these were the saddest. Before he left that night, his Father hugged him.

"Don't make the same mistake I did, Son," he said. "You don't have to stay a Nobody. You can be a Dreamer!"

When Ordinary got home, he went straight to the window and picked up the long white feather. He turned it over carefully in his hands. He thought about his Father and the Dream he'd left behind.

Then he had a surprising idea. Could it be that maybe the Dream Giver gave every Nobody a Dream, but only some embraced their dreams? And even fewer pursued them?

The more he thought about it, the more he thought it had to be true.

One thing Ordinary did know for sure: He didn't want to repeat his Father's mistake. He wouldn't waste another day waiting for his Dream to seem possible. He would find a way to pursue it.

Time passed. Ordinary worked hard on his plan to begin his Dream. He made hard choices. He made difficult changes. He even made big sacrifices.

Finally, one morning, he was ready.

Ordinary ran all the way to his Usual Job, his Dream pounding hard in his chest. As soon as he saw Best Friend, Ordinary blurted out the news: "That Big Dream I told you about-- I've decided to pursue it!"

Best Friend looked concerned. "You know as well as I do that Nobdodies who pursue their Dreams leave Familiar," he said. "They set off like fools into the Unknown, in search of a place where--"

"Yes, yes. I know," Ordinary broke in, "and I can't wait to get started!"

"But Ordinary, that journey is anything but sensible or safe. Why leave Familar? It's so comfortable here. And besides, you've always lived here."

"I've thought about all that, too," said Ordinary. "But my Big Dream is too important and too wonderful to miss."

Best friend shook his head. "So you're going to become a Dreamer," he said.

"I am a Dreamer!" answered Ordinary. "Today I'm going to tell my Boss that I'm leaving my Usual Job. Tomorrow I will begin my journey. Hey, Best Friend," added Ordinary eagerly, "you can have my recliner and my box!"

And with that, Ordinary walked away, humming a tune that he'd never heard before.

Loving me some Inner Healing

Whhewwwwww, my crazy but LIFE CHANGING week is almost over! I just told a few friends tonight that I feel like what I have learned and how I've grown this past month is more than what most Christians receive in their lifetime! Talk about humble thanksgiving!

Today, during the last day of the Restoring the Foundations seminar, the Lord took me back to a time in my childhood where I was hurt by someone or something and just wept at my bedside. The Lord showed me the picture vividly and I remembered family members laughing and yelling at the top of their lungs from downstairs, "We can't hear you, Kellie! Cry a little louder! Cry a little harder!" It was a spirit of mockery and rejection, a Sin of my Fathers, that had permeated its way into my life up until this morning when I received healing and deliverance.

Most people know my personality is very outgoing. I am people-oriented and my motivational gift is compassion. So I love people and I love having fun-- I look for it in everything I do. My life is a true testimony of living joy every day (and I can say that knowing what I have been set free from!). But when it comes to hearing jokes I have always cringed inside. I realized how I've been mocked, teased and rejected over the years, being the center of the joke, or because I haven't understood the jokes. There has always been a line, even in clean joking, that when crossed leaves me feeling incredibly hurt. Unfortunately, I have become so immune to the pain that I have actually reinforced it myself by laughing it off and leading others to believe I am okay with it. Sadly, the person would never know she has ever hurt me because I wouldn't even realize it myself until later that day, and I would never call the person to tell her she hurt me, to repent myself or to receive forgiveness from her. I would repent to the Lord, release that person and receive forgiveness from my Father, and even love the person when I saw her again, but the jokes at me just pierced me in such a way I purposed in my heart to avoid her until she contacted me again, and then I would go on loving her as usual.

The problem was that I was suppressing a Soul/Spirit hurt from the time I was 9 years old. Although I exercised forgiveness each time someone mocked me with a simple, clean joke, I developed bitterness in my heart towards that person. Because I didn't recognize the deep wound I had that needed to be healed I brushed off every mockery joke and forced myself to never revisit it again because "it was just a joke", all the while I was building a layer of bitterness towards each person who hurt me and I never confronted.

When the Lord showed me the picture of me being mocked for crying and teased for something that deeply affected me, which followed throughout high school for me with "stupid" blonde jokes (when I was blonde) and others, I immediately repented, released and received forgiveness with my family members and all those who had ever hurt me in the past. Then I renounced the sin.

Especially the past few weeks I've harbored bitterness in my heart towards some people for cracking coarse jokes (which the Bible does refer to as sin) about what they know or assume I am uneducated on or "should have been taught" in school but wasn't or forgot. It has deeply hurt me and instead of confronting these friends who I unfortunately rarely see anyway I just made it up in my heart to avoid them or worse, cut off communication with them until they ever contact me again.... even though I love them dearly.

For a few years I convinced myself I was just being over sensitive. I thought there was a level of fun I must not have understood, yet I always wondered what was wrong with people for liking jokes because they are usually at the expense of someone else. But being "over sensitive" wasn't it at all; I was wounded by jokes because a spirit of mockery has harassed me since that terrible incident I experienced at 9 years old.

From this point on, because I know the healing process in this area will take a bit longer, I will lovingly confront those who hurt me and come against the spirit of bitterness that would want to attach itself to my heart. I'm so thankful the Lord brought this up and so grateful He only gives us what we can bear!
We are healed and yet daily need healing from our Father... thank you, Father, for healing the brokenhearted and setting the captives free!

Just... in awe

There's been a lot going on in my head and heart lately. We've been in the RTF (Restoring the Foundations) Seminar all week during the evenings and it has been simply eye opening. Filling out the paperwork about my past caused me to recognize the absolutely beautiful work God has done and is doing in my life. The transformation, deliverance, healing... it's almost unbelievable! To think that 5 years ago I was bound in abuse, alcohol, drugs, cigarettes, and sex among incredibly deep roots of bitterness, depression and anger-- and to see me now... it's like "who ARE you?!" I am still in desperate need of my Savior every day, but this seminar is awakening me again and again to the incredible POWER of my living God.

Completely off the subject (it's late and my thoughts are a bit choppy), yet not... is my FAMILY. I cannot tell you how I have LONGED to be with them, near them, around them just lovin' on them. I have cried looking at pictures just desiring to experience life with them again, only REAL life this time. Since my Grandma passed in August 4 of my family members have received Christ and are walking out a relationship with Him... God is doing so many exciting things in their lives (there is also counterattack..) that I just want to be apart of. My niece and nephew are growing up so fast and I want to enjoy them while they are young. I want to pour into their young souls and I want to be fed and taught by them. (Most of the time I think I am preaching to children when they are preaching to me) I want Christ to be glorified in my body, and I want them to experience the love of their Father.

The mind blowing part of what I just shared is that I once was completely cut off from my family. Growing up feeling like an orphan left to fend for herself, I developed a bitterness and hatred towards my parents. At a very broken age 19, immediately following my first operation to remove cancerous cells from my body, I cursed them both, completely dishonored them and told them to stay out of my life forever. Out of revenge, I told them that since they neglected me for 19 years, I would neglect them for 19 years. I can't remember how many times I cussed at my mom and called her every name in the book, while screaming at her at the top of my lungs. My dad and I never even shared enough time together or on the phone to even develop such a grand relationship. They were shut out completely (not that they were really seeking a relationship with me). My sister hated me and didn't talk to me for a good year or more when we only lived a mile away from each other, and my other step/half siblings lived out of state or hours away. The enemy completely scattered our family and the pain was so intense that the only thing I knew to do was to cut it off by cutting them out.

4 years later... I am willing to give up everything I know and love to share real LOVE with them. Forget the incredible job opportunity right now, forget the great little apartment, forget my supportive and on-fire-for-Jesus friends (in the best way).... LOVE, has ruined me!!! To me, as it is with transitioning into missions, it's worth risking everything to go share the Good News, disciple and build memories together. My only motive is love.

Next to the nations, they are all I think about, take the most of my prayer life and are the loves of my life. I wouldn't dream of living a day without knowing I am in relationship with every single one of them. God is restoring to us the years the locusts have eaten, the years the enemy has stolen from us, and it is so precious that I want to be in the midst of it, breathing the fresh air of salvation and tasting the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.

It's late, so I ramble, what I can say... ;) There's my heart in a nutshell right now... I would post pictures of my beautifully, joyful niece and unfathomably smart nephew but my sister hasn't e-mailed the pictures yet... when she does, you'll be the first to see!

Celebrating "ME" on my Birthday!

Celebrating "ME" on my Birthday!

Myyy Biirrtthhddayyy

So my birthday is in less than a half hour and I can't describe the inexpressible joy I have! Truly my Father is showering His love on me!

My gracious boss gave me the day off so along with meeting with friends, reading and writing throughout the day, I am going to bask in the presence of my Daddy and soak in Psalm 139, and Jeremiah. What a day to celebrate that I'm free to be ME!

(Enjoy the pictures of me being ME throughout the years ;p )

:)

Interceeding for Mongolia

What a tremendous season I am in. I gotta tell ya, I have received more revelation, teaching, insight and understanding into my Father, His Word and Ways more than I ever thought was possible in two and a half months! The growth I've experienced is infathomable to me.

Tonight, Team Mongolia intentionally gathered for some fellowship and night of intercession for Mongolia. Besides loving and feeling so incredibly connected to my team, I had an expected yet unexpected slam of the Holy Spirit and it was inCREDible! I was sitting in a chair praying in the Spirit when I began to feel warm and actually numb in my hands. I heard the Lord tell me to lay my hands on the map of Mongolia that was layed out. So I got up, layed my hands on the map and all of a sudden my mouth went crazy! I knew I wasn't the one activating the intercession, I couldn't have been (for reasons I will not go into now). Later, it occurred to me that I had never heard myself pray in tongues in that language-- it was completely different than what I'm used to. And it didn't stop-- I must have prayed in this new tongue for 15 minutes straight.

I also had a powerful vision of a butterfly and shared an extended word I believe the Lord was speaking to me. It had a domino effect and our team went crazy praying for Mongolia. Even when I was praying I knew it was the Father opening my mouth; I was feeling pretty weak and tired and wouldn't have even had the strength to muster up those intimate prayers. And prophetically, my mind was FLOODED with pictures! I couldn't get them out! I kept seeing animals and bushes and people and situations. My journal didn't get to my hands fast enough! I just experienced an OVERFLOW of the Spirit of God and it was truly marvelous.

A few of us fasted and were really seeking God for what to pray over Mongolia. At the beginning of worship my first words were "Come Holy Spirit". Isn't it funny that when you ask you truly do receive? :) I wonder if we sometimes don't fully believe the power Jesus intended in that verse.... anyway, I am incredibly encouraged and edified and I know everyone else is, too. Thank you, Papa!

A Psychic Encounter

Recently, I had my first encounter with a Psychic who called my office. A very scheming man, he spent about 5 minutes talking/joking with me on the phone before he got to the point of the phone call—to ask about our walk-on-your-website advertising services. He said he called once and talked to my boss. When I asked him his name he led me to his website.

Catching me slightly off guard as I was discerning his website he said, “You’re a very bubbly person…. And you’re a writer, are you not? … Yes you’re very bubbly, but the problem is you’ve got a million other things going on right now….” When I realized what was happening I stopped him immediately and boldly said “Your website says you are a Psychic and a Spiritual Counselor. Which one are you?”

His response was neither. He avoided answering my question and in a very round about way tried to persuade me into believing he could help ME. He began describing what he does and I stopped him again asking, “If someone were to ask you what your title is, what would you say?” He stuttered and then said he was in the business of helping people by revealing spiritual insight to them. After telling me I was a very bright woman, and sensing I was disapproving of his “service”, as he later told me, he preceded to explain to me why people question his service and defended his practice. Doing my best to refrain confronting him with all the questions I REALLY wanted ask (knowing my boss is very much an “equal opportunity employer” and wouldn’t want me turning him away from business) I told him I was a Christian.

He immediately started talking about his meetings with Muslims and other religions saying that their thoughts are wrong because of their intense desire to kill those who oppose of them, while tagging the name of God on the end of his sentences. He then said he has read the Bible countless times, while at the same time saying he was a Wiccan in his former life (I have studied Wiccan practices and nearly became one myself when I was in 7th grade). I stopped him at that point and said, “Are you still a Wiccan?” He immediately defended himself and said he is not a Wiccan, but that he believes he was in his former life. He then tried to use his services on me again and I authoritatively told him to stop and put him on hold.

I’m not an idiot-- I knew what the enemy was doing and how this man was being used. His Simon the Sorcerer spirit was fluffing up his credibility by catering it to my beliefs. The man uses the word “spirit” casually. That is, not our Holy Spirit-- the Spirit of God-- but just the “spirit” that is somehow universal and animistic in nature.

So this guy can read people. How does that help them? Maybe it affirms who they are, what they do and gives them temporary answers to temporary problems and questions, but besides creating a superficial wow factor it doesn’t edify, exhort or comfort them or the church like the Bible says prophecy does, nor does it hold any eternal value. And if it doesn’t edify, exhort or comfort people or the church and hold any eternal value, it serves no true purpose. It is just another sad, false form of edification for the Christless. The demonic sources of Psychics mask their ways to appear as if they are of God, all to stir others from hope and freedom in Christ. But essentially, it says of the Psychic “Look at me! Look at me! I have the answers you need!” (while charging a nominal fee for it). Their services are structured in pride, the very sin that caused Lucifer to loose his position as an angel and get cast out of heaven. Personally, I believe Psychic services are a very pathetic yet illusory attempt of the devil to reveal himself to humanity and maintain foothold of his followers. God the Father speaks to His children cost-free; the price was already paid at Golgotha. Jesus is our mediator, not man. The Shepherd knows his sheep and the sheep know the Shepherd’s voice.

My boss walked in as soon as I put this man on hold and my boss couldn’t talk with him. I picked up the phone to get the man’s number and he immediately sounded defeated, as if he had lost his first “case” in 40 years. He said, “I am very sorry if I offended you. But you are very different. I have not faced anyone like you in a very long time. I get very hurt by people like you, and feel rejected. When I was talking to you, you just shut down and that scared me. I did not know what to do”. Knowing what was happening, I told him he didn’t offend me because I don’t offend easily but that I was processing his practices.

He never gave me his number. He said he would call back at another time. I pray that man receives Christ, but I had to laugh at the devil. “I sure hope you didn’t think I would be deceived by this man and use my gift for the kingdom of darkness, ‘cause if you did you CRAZY!” (For years my sister and I were bound by the occultic, and before we both received Christ—at different times--we almost became Mormans. Because we were bound for so many years the enemy tries to use deception intensely in our lives to get us to renounce Christ and serve him again. The only good that came from flirting with satan the few years that I did is that as a Christian I can now easily detect his tactics in my life) But what was happening, and what a powerful revelation it was at the time, was that the very Truth Himself, the CHRIST, who lives in me, caused the demons in him to shudder. The power of God at work within me had the final say—He rendered this Simon spirit powerless to the point it received and verbally admitted it was powerless against the Christ. I literately felt and heard the power of Christ overcome in the conversation.

I would say Psychics do operate with power—power given to them by the devil. But the power of the evil one doesn’t hold ultimate authority in this world. It was defeated at the Cross for all humanity. The victory is now ours in Christ Jesus. The enemy is limited in what he can do. But what makes Psychics especially deceptive to the human race is that often times they are strangely accurate in their readings. Simon the Sorcerer (Acts 8) astonished the people of Samaria, claiming that he was someone great. His services were incredibly deceptive because he had a long history of this psychic power. The Samarians actually thought he was the power of God Almighty… yet Simon didn’t even know the Lord!

So what makes psychics (mouthpieces of Satan) different from prophets (mouthpieces of God)? Especially when both acknowledge the name of God? If you believe in right and wrong you believe in good and evil. You either serve God-- the omniscient, omnipotent Creator of Heaven and Earth and Potter of YOU, or you serve Satan--the killer, thief, destroyer and accuser of the world.

Psychics serve the devil; Prophets serve the living God. Psychics serve multiple masters; Prophets serve One. Psychics are rooted in pride and money; True prophets are grounded in love-driven obedience. Psychics deliver deception; Prophets deliver Truth. Like Simon, Psychics are poisoned by bitterness and bound by iniquity; Prophets are seasoned with insight and have victory from the price paid at Calvary. Psychics promote themselves; Prophets promote the Word of the Lord. Psychics want the fame; Prophets give God the glory. Psychics seek a response, Prophets do not. Psychics see the obvious; Prophets see beyond the surface and have creative imagination. The voice of the Psychic is manipulative, spooky and temporary; the voice of the Prophet is true, powerful and eternal. Psychics lead people back to themselves; prophets lead people back to the Father.

Friends, the Simon spirit is TOXIC because it poisons the receiving mind with ungodly information. Its purpose is to intentionally steer people away from the Ultimate Answer, which is communion with God the Father in Jesus Christ. My prayer is that we would have the discernment to recognize truth and lie, supernatural and demonic, eternal and temporary. May we avoid swimming in a boatload of trusting in man, instead of God, and invest our time and resources in the Word and Kingdom of God rather than the kingdom of darkness.

May is the Month of the Sent One

A new journey embarks in May for many. It marks the end of a long, tumultuous training period and the beginning of a new season afresh with God’s grace and anointing. Many will be sent into new horizons, new landmarks, new nations to proclaim a message of hope, a message of deliverance. Many who have trained, exercised and moved in the Spirit will have a large door open, filled with light. The door is yet another beginning of a long, windy and exciting road for you by which only God can lead. Surrender to God’s direction. Many will not know where the road takes, but will be positioned to trust step by step, day after day. It truly is the beginning of a new era—newness will come.

Do not hesitate or be afraid. What takes place in May is a step towards the fulfillment of your call. This is what you were created to do. Walk boldly, do not resist. Hear the voice of the Lord speaking to you—do not resist. Do not back down. Move forward. Walk through the door and into the realm of light, prepared just for you.There will be yet new creations, new births, new dreams and new visions as you take your step. Hear, hear the voice of the Lord speaking to you. Impartation will come to you. Receive what I have for you. As a ship is sent to sea so I send you. Go forth into the Kingdom of God and preach the Good News. This is your time, your season. Many will wave goodbye to their current land and will be sent into the sea of the unknown. Trust. Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will keep your path straight.

Sharks may come at you, wind will shake you but stand firm, Beloved, for your ship is being hand directed by the Lord. You will soar through waves, defeat the tides and propel into your destiny. Go, ye. Do not be afraid. Keep your eyes ahead. The anchor will fall and keep you in a certain place, but it is only temporary. There I will teach you my ways, my decrees, my laws. Hold fast, persevere and you shall prevail against the set back. Prepare yourselves, arm yourselves with the shield of faith and the Word of God. The chain to the anchor will be broken and you shall once again soar into the unknown sea. Trust. Trust in the Lord. Let not your hearts trouble you.

Do not bypass the island that awaits you on your journey. Do not be quick to overlook what I have strategically positioned in the sea for you. Look intently. It is a beautiful land of refreshment, rest and revitalization. Take what I have provided for you, do not bypass it. Manna awaits you.

The Voice of the Lord is powerful; it breaks cedars. Listen and obey and the unknown land will be yours.

The Reality of Darkness... and LIGHT

Saturday mornings are my FAV :) Sleep in until 8 or 9, open the windows, spend a good hour in the Word, receive revelation, write... I love it. It's my weekly rejuvenation. I don't regretfully say this, but this will be my last Saturday morning available for an entire month (seminars & conferences every weekend in March)... so even though I have a list of things I need to accomplish today, I am determined to enjoy it ;)

I rarely watch T.V. In fact, since I've been living on my own (which has been on and off for almost 6 years), I've only ever had basic cable. Ten channels are good enough for me. The main reason I have it is to watch the news, and after I watch the news I sometimes keep the T.V. on, but on mute while I read or write. Last night as I was laying in bed I was flipping channels and stopped when I saw this beaten, 65 year-old woman on the news. She looked like she had just stepped out of 10 boxing matches... from her nose up she was black and purple, swollen and cut up. Her house had been broken into, her money and credit cards stolen and all her food smashed on the floor. By the time she escaped having her head beat against a door over and over by the three intruders and being duct taped from head to toe to her toilet in her own pool of blood she nearly tripped over all her broken glass and china items on her way to call 911. Only, her cell phone had been smashed and her land line disconnected. Thankfully, she made it to a neighbor's house but the intruders/beaters/smashers escaped.

After my heart started beating again I flipped through some more channels. I stopped when I came to another news program and heard the shrieking screams and floppy legs of a 5 year-old strapped to a dentist table having 16 crowns in one sitting. Next thing I knew the welfare mother of that child was crying to the news reporter about how the dentists and assistants not only forbade her from seeing her child during the 2-hour brutal procedure, but when he came out with a soiled shirt and blood dripping from his mouth all she could see was silver-- SIXTEEN of her child's teeth were crowned. The money-driven dentist's response? "I don't want Langley Park to be the laughing stock of the entire Small Smiles nation with the ridiculous production of $7,000. We can't stay in business making $7,000. You can spend 2 hours on a kid who is not stablized and that is not cost productive for us..."
The part owner of that chain of dental offices declined interviews. And by the way, he owns a 7-bath, 12,000 square foot house in Colorado complete with a swimming pool, hot tub, dance studio and personal gym. All while the Medicaid children who were treated in his clinics are left with silver smiles and scarred for life.
See for yourself: http://abcnews.go.com/Health/story?id=7016055&page=1

I couldn't take any more. In tears, utter disgust and sick to my stomach, I immediately turned the T.V. off. I am so grieved by injustice and human suffering. Unfortunately, it is a reality in this sick, fallen world but my eyes just can't seem to bear it anymore. When I walked into the burn victims unit at the Macha Mission Hospital in Macha, Zambia Africa last summer and heard the cries of excruciating pain from those 2 and 3 year-old children I immediately wept and had to leave. When I hear about sexual perversion, human trafficking, brutalities, murders, abuse, etc. I have to turn away. My eyes can't bear it.

To think this kind of twisted and sick sin has been around since the day of the first man and God has had to bear it since the creation of TIME just burdens me. I've often asked Him, "HOW can You stand it...?" I indentify with His heart so much when it comes to the reality of sin because my motivational gift is compassion-- I love people more than I can explain and when I see them hurting and in pain I am moved and stirred to action. The Lord took me to the book of Judges this morning and again, I am grieved by what I read. These people didn't have a leader and were walking in spiritual deception and sin.

So how does God handle this dispicable sin? A lot of times, exile. He is forced to drive His people out of their familiar land and turn them over to their sin. They will suffer the consequences. Throughout Judges God gets to the bottom of the sin issue and says, "But you have not obeyed My voice. Why have you done this?" People during the Judges period, over 3,000 years ago disobeyed the Commandments of God that would lead them into prosperity... and 3,000 years later, we still haven't understood the vitality of obeying God.

I'm grateful for the mercy and grace of God. He doesn't have to, but in the midst of destruction He raises up mighty men and women of faith, like Abraham, Moses, Joshua, Samuel, Deborah, Ruth and Esther to lead the people into righteousness and faithfulness. And today, we reap the benefits of our faithful, spiritual fathers and mothers-- true heroes-- of the faith, who despite all odds trusted and obeyed the Word and Voice of God that lead the people of God into freedom. Thank you, Lord, that although we haven't chosen You, You have chosen us.

Don't Push Before the Due Date

You hit the ball with agressive force, more than you thought you were capable of... it makes it into the air, past shortstop, and way out into left field. You see the left fielder jump for the ball and miss and excitedly, you run as fast as you can around first. You round second, inch closer to third and bypass your coach standing at third base, knowing Him well enough to know that unless He waved you to "GO!", you stayed at third. But after glancing into left field you realize you can probably make it home so you increase your stride and determine your slide. Head first-- only, after squinting to avoid getting dirt in your eye you don't realize that the ball makes it to the catcher's glove just in time to meet your head. Best slide of your life, yet you walk away with a black eye and a killer headache. Although you knew the risk before walking to the plate the last thing you expected was to get hurt and set back from playing when you thought you could make it.

A few weeks ago I took a step towards God's call on my life without being certain I had the green light from Him. I knew I was walking to the plate without God's O.K. and could potentially abort God's plan, but I figured this HAD to be the way He would work it out so I took the step. The visionary, compassionate leader and designator in me saw the potential in the idea that could lead to accomplishing the vision so I took the steps to "make it happen". I think the primary reason I did it was because I was anxious to see how God could open up the right door. So, I did it and then invited God to hop on my bandwagon. My prayers went something like this: "C'mon Jesus! I know you could work this out! "

A door recently opened that appeared to be the right door-- the perfect person, the perfect need, the perfect timing. It all seemed right. All I had to do was run the "idea" by the big dogs and everything would be PERFECT. Well, the big dogs rejected my "idea" and even gave me an overwhelming consequence if I went through with it. I suffered great disappointment because my motives were pure-- this would have made a way for eliminating hindrances to the fulfillment of my call & essentially brought it to pass sooner as I continue in my season of preparation. What's a girl to do when she feels like she's done everything right, everything looks right yet it doesn't work out?

In this case: back up, repent and wait.

Waiting is the story of my LIFE, and yours, too, if you are a child of the living God. No body likes to wait for God to move and if you are a "visionary step taker" like me you find it challenging to sit back and do nothing when you know you can do something. I find it interesting that although I find complete contentment in trusting in the Lord for the things to come, I still find inpatience in me that sometimes causes me to step beyond my bounds... and likewise hurt myself. Paul Johanssen said something a week ago that convicted me like crazy. He said something to the effect of, "Will you, knowing full well that you could easily make the vision happen by yourself, let the Lord do it all? Will you take your hands off?" It just pierced my spirit in a powerful way. Although my wholehearted prayer every day is that I remain surrendered in every area of my life, I realized I had some trash I needed Jesus to take out. I couldn't believe I tried to "help God out". EW! I was so disgusted with my pride.So my "idea" failed... PRAISE GOD! So I was incredibly disappointed... PRAISE GOD! My omnipotent yet intimate God has a perfect plan in place for this vision to come to pass. And it's one that I could never make happen. I have a lot to learn, but what I have always known (and unfortunately haven't always recognized) is that I would much rather have God's door open in God's time than my door open in my time. The only thing on the opposite side of my door is a disaster waiting to happen.

Please, spare yourself the disappointment: leave God's plan up to God. He doesn't need your help. Hearing and discerning or not hearing and discerning are crucial to determining His steps from your steps. His thoughts and ways are higher than yours. Don't push before the due date, otherwise you risk harming your baby and causing yourself pain that was never intended. Don't position yourself for injury by taking a step without having your Coach wave you on to home. Listen for God's personal voice, and respond by faithfully waiting. Your plan will only abort the process God wants you to walk through. Remember, the PROCESS is key to the PROMISE.(The PROCESS is KEY to the PROMISE. -R. Hotchkin w/ P. King)

Committing Spiritual Suicide

Have you ever experienced a loss of appetite? It happens when the thought of food makes you sick to your stomach. You don’t want it, and you feel fine without it. You loose all pleasure in eating, and you don’t even think about breakfast time, lunch time or dinner time. Your once favorite meal takes the back burner and amazingly, sweets don’t look appealing anymore. When offered a good meal you turn it down because you don’t have hunger. The idea of tasting something good just doesn’t seem very good to taste anymore.

You become weary. You loose energy. Laziness quickly settles in because you don’t need to cook meals. Your body begins to take a different shape. You become thin and therefore look different. And as a result of the lack of food, your stomach shrinks. It doesn’t have the capacity to allow the same portion of food it once did so eventually it becomes harder to expand. Your doctor tells you to eat small meals throughout the day, increase fluids, balance your carbs, proteins and fats, and lift weights to increase your muscle mass. Well gosh, now gaining your appetite back causes you to work harder than you anticipated, when you're feeling your weakest. Now it becomes a discipline.

In the medical world, loss of appetite is a symptom that can trigger a more serious, underlying health problem. It could be a link to a number of different diseases and illnesses, including cancer, one of the top ten most deadly diseases in America next to heart disease. When you’re not hungry anymore it should cause you to think about your health and contact your doctor.

Ironically, the same results happen when you loose an appetite for the Word of God. When you loose your appetite to read it, you quickly disregard it because for some reason you don’t find pleasure in it anymore even though it's critical to your survival. It looses its essential portion in your life. You put devotional time on the back burner because you're not hungry and the result is complacency. You're committing spiritual suicide without even knowing it.Just like your body lacks food and suffers, your spirit lacks spiritual food and suffers. Your Doctor knows that what will replenish your spirit is increasing spiritual milk, eating the Word of God throughout the day, increasing and keeping balanced the elements that stabilize your blood, or lifeline that keeps you alive (worship including praise, prayer, Bible reading, fellowship, outreach, etc) and exercising your spiritual muscles (using your spiritual gifts, stepping out in faith, etc).

What have you lost an appetite for? What are you lacking? The surface of your life reveals a lot about the condition of your heart. Practice humility and truthfully examine what your spiritual symptoms may be. You can only jump the bridge when you get to it. Ask your holy Doctor to reveal to you the underlying cause of your loss of appetite. And then be prayerful, intentional and faithful about using discipline to regain your spiritual health. Taste, and see that the Lord is good. :)

Standing Out in a Standard Crowd

Have you ever found yourself picking up on the habits of your best friend, repeating her phrases, picking up her accent, and imitating her attitude? Did you become so accustomed to being in a state other than yours that you hear yourself speaking differently? Are you constantly around a complacent Christian that you find yourself being complacent at some point in your day? Have you left boot camp cussing because all the other soldiers cuss? Have you watched so much Idol that you find your words are cutting and piercing to the heart? Have you been around such a pessimistic person that you find yourself thinking pessimistically even though you know you are an optimist? And, if you can honestly tell me you don’t talk differently to a 45-year old police officer than you do a puppy either you’re perfect and don’t innately conform to the world on some level like the rest of us, or you just downright disrespectful!

How is it that we can imitate people, but we lack in our imitation of Christ? I would dare to suggest that if your habits are not endangering and guiding you on your “own” path, and leading you away from your Maker, you’re likely not positioning yourself in spiritual danger. Rockin’ the boat, however, likely. If you can examine yourself close enough to pick up on a change as "mundane" as an accent change or a bad attitude change it’s possible you’re also compromising other areas of your life because of your surroundings. Be alert! Don’t be naïve; the enemy knows his days are limited and is prowling around looking for souls to devour, hearts to crush, and spirits to give up and give in. He is crafty in his work so learn to discern good and evil, right and wrong, natural and acceptable perimeters of change and change rooted from bad motives. Do not be conformed by the pattern of the world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind! God uses imperfect people, but He commands holiness.

If you are truly abiding in Christ and He is abiding in you, you will bear much fruit. Your life will be a direct result of living in your Creator and your Creator living in you. You will love like Him, speak like Him, and act like Him. As a child of the most High God, you are light in a dark world. People living in darkness will follow you because they can SEE, when you are around. Your light leads them to light. Your devotion leads them to devote their lives to Jesus Christ. Your actions lead them to withdraw from their current group of dope-y friends because somehow, you’re free from all that crap. Bottom line: when you cultivate a life for God by a living a life IN Him you cause others to want to get on the boat of salvation, too.

Quit asking yourself “is it worth it?” and start asking, “is He worthy?” (like my dear missionary friend Courtney says)

May you experience deeper intimacy with Papa God every day. May you walk in love, integrity and purity. May you never grow weary in doing good and may others be attracted to your brightness in Christ. May your every step cause the lights to come on in the room and may the sound of knees hitting the floor cause your heart to burst with gratitude. May your heartfelt intercessory time in the closet propel God to action and may you be a privileged witness to His answers. May your testimony activate slumbered hearts. May your spirit cause revival in your community and in the nations. And above all, as John Piper says, may our God be most glorified in you when you become most satisfied in Him!

A Neverending Heartbeat

More and more I am finding myself flat on my face weeping for God's people who have yet to encounter Him. This morning a random blast of the Holy Spirit fell on me and I was weeping so hard I could barely breathe. I kept asking for more... I wanted more of God's heart and He gladly gave it to me. Even now I am still crying, feeling God's compassion for "Nineveh", those living far from His purpose. All I can see are people making decision after decision thinking they will be led to fulfillment, led to happiness, led to life without misery. I interceeded for those in the sex slave trade, abortion, and the small villages of people in the heart of every nation who have never heard the love story of a Father in pursuit of them. Papa kept showing me that His eyes have never left them.

Last night I had a dream of God, as an enormous man sitting beside and hovering over a regular sized house. His eyes were on the entire house, and his arm was surrounding it. He looked nowhere but that house, His presence was surrounding it and in it like the Protector that He is. I woke up with a deep sense of comfort that God was saying His eyes never leave His people and He is never too far away. It's written throughout scripture that God is always surrounding us whether we respond to Him or not. He kept showing me His deep-rooted love for His people. It runs deeper than the surface and conquers all fear.

I had such a sweet and powerful encounter with Daddy this morning. Feeling His heartbeat is worth more than anything I have or even desire. This is the whole purpose of my being--to know and live God's heart. And it's why I'm willing to give everything up to share the Gospel all over the world. Third Day sings Love Song, a song from the perspective of Jesus to His people. But I sing it back to Jesus today... "just to be with You, I would give everything... I would give my life away... there's no price I would not pay..."

Old has gone, New has Come

Okay so I know I shouldn't be blogging right now when I have a million other things to do but I'm burnin' up here and gotta spill ;)

I feel like I'm in another genre of transition, amongst the other change that's happening right now. My desire to be with those "my" age has significantly decreased. It began stirring when I finished my summer session at Regent. I found myself "over" 18-20 year old freshman who had heavy metal Christian concerts at midnight and would rather play in the laundry carts outside, watch T.V., or do other teenager-like things that normal college freshman do rather than talk about what God is doing in their life. I always wanted that "dorm" experience, but I guess when I was 18, not 23.

This past fall my friend/pastor took over the young adult ministry and we got an entirely different group of young adults. Praise God! I love the vision behind the ministry, but I'm not as passionate/purposeful about seeking relationships with this crew. I'm just kinda over "young adults" even though I am one. Somewhat a catch 22, I know.

The past 6 months I have found myself with an entirely different group of believers--those in their late 20s, early 30s. I've poured out in ministry so much the past few years and have loved it, but the Lord knew I had a deep hunger for knowledge, insight and understanding in Him and it could only be fed by those a bit more mature in the Lord. Especially now I want to have deep conversations about the things of God, I want to grow deeper in my understanding of certain leadership qualities, spiritual gifts and cross-cultural missions.

So, there ya have it. I want to stay open to opportunities to be with the young adults, but I believe the Lord is primarily transitioning me out and gearing me in towards those a few years ahead of me. I'm about to hit the field for a bit and it "ain't 'gon be easy", so I need wisdom and instruction like never before.

Lord, thank you for your divine imprints in my life. Thank you for the calling and mantle you've placed over me. Continue bringing others into my life who will speak truth and wisdom into areas I may not pay attention to detail. Surround me with those who will teach, instruct and guide me with a servant heart. I ask for a renewed and refreshed vision as I encounter these 28-35yr old believers. May I keep my eyes fixed on You but learn the lessons they've learned the hard way and enjoy a new season of deep fellowship. Amen!

"25" Random Things about Mwa

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.(To do this, go to "notes" on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the righthand corner of the app) and then click publish.)


1. I buy a loaf of bread just to feed the ducks.

2. I love to learn. I'm like a sponge!

3. My love language is Quality Time (so invite me to hang out!!! but don't call often, I'm not a phone person... but am certainly trying to be).

4. I got kicked out of high school band and was abhorred by the entire band my junior year of high school because I made a website that publically exposed the bus sin of my band members (I didn't like hearing/seeing them making babies a seat behind me) and made fun of them (I was a bully when I wasn't being bullied)

5. I drink my coffee 1/2 caf, 1/2 decaf.

6. Backpacking Europe is something I hope to do within the next 5 years.

7. I was fired from my first job as a shoe salesman at JCPenney because I marked down a pair of shoes I planned to buy (my co-worker told me it was okay!!! .....I might add that I was 15)

8. Call me and invite me for a crazy adventure, and I'll likely drop everything to join you.

9. People are my passion; particularly children. My heart melts at the sight of a child.

10. I've had every haircut and haircolor imaginable, from a bull cut/short, spiky punk cut to long hair, to going red/black/brown and I was completely blonde for a few years.

11. I once repented to God of my sin for flushing my hermit crab down the toilet. He was already dead but I thought I was sending him "into the depths of hell". We had a burial service in my back yard for the next little guy.

12. I'm not passionate about cooking or baking, in fact I dread it.

13. I pierced my own nose when I was in 8th grade. It hurt.

14. My ideal bed time is 9-10pm and wake up time 5am... I've ALWAYS been that way.

15. Laughter is my release from frustration, and I often end up laughing at myself DURING my frustration.

16. My only fear is swimming too far in the ocean (had a bad experience and only go in to my waist)... but I'm willing to get past it if someone would stand with me!

17. My natural temperature is 95 degrees, I swear. (translation: I am always hot and rarely wear sweaters)

18. The only problem I have with bugs is that I stare at them with a papertowel in my hand and can't smoosh them for like 15 minutes. Stomp on them, NO PROBLEM, but feel their texture, BIG PROBLEM.

19. I honestly don't remember the last time I was mad--irritable and frustrated are more the words that describe my "other" half.

20. The first and last time I ate shrimp was when I was 8 and threw up... the thought of eating seafood still makes me sick to my stomach (other than a few types of fish), but I am always open to trying it again. ....possibly.

21. I am an intercessor and find myself becoming more passionate for God and people every day.

22. I see things in pictures and am very much a visual learner.

23. I'm not yet a football fan because I didn't grow up in a "football family" and have never fully understood the game because every time I watch it with people they're too "in it" to explain it to me... yet I've always wanted to date a football player because I think they're sexy haha. Help me understand that one?

24. Anything relating to the country brings me fulfillment (I grew up in the country) and so much joy.

25. I discern a lot more than I share, but have a terrible time reading certain people. And that bothers me.

26. I give 110% in everything I do and am known to be a "go-getter, nothing will stop her, determined" woman.

27. I've always been a saver and for three years have had a special fund building for my big day.

28. I have a REALLY bad memory. As much as I want to remember certain things sometimes I can't, and if I meet you for the first time, unfortunately I will probably ask you your name five times before remembering it.

And 29. I like confrontation.. PLEASE don't beat around the bush with me, I want the truth straight up and right away.

Must say 30. Bring blankets when you come to my house--it always stays at 63 degrees and under.

Can't forget 31. I'm a multiplier!!! If you ask for 25 I'll give you 30. If you ask for 30 I'll give you 40. Not always a good thing, though!

Last one, I promise: 32. I am very descriptive, love to share stories, and have a hard time limiting my words =)

Friday 1/16/09 7:43am

I'm not sure if this one is directed towards any specific person, but I know it's relevant for the church!

I had a vision in prayer this morning of a hallway... I saw blobs of darkness (people) slowly walking towards glass doors where sunlight was beaming through. I couldn’t see their faces or their body shape and they were weakly holding onto the rails in the hallway as they walked forward into the light.

The Lord says He is drawing those to His light who are living in complete darkness. Those who’ve been living in the darkness, & become overwhelmed and emprisoned with darkness are being led into the light. Hallelujah! The process seems slow as the blobs were inching with small steps toward the light, and the process is surrounded by spiritual warfare, but they’re headed in the “right direction”. But God keeps saying that WE play a crucial role in their progress!

Those of you who are interceding for lost family members, friends, coworkers, neighbors to receive salvation: Don’t give up!!! Don’t loose hope!!! Keep praying!!! Your loved ones need prayer to resist the devil so he will flee from them! When the blobs of darkness were moving into the light they were holding on to the rails with everything they had, but they were so weak because the powers and principalities of this world were pulling them back into the darkness--back into their sin. You have to keep praying!!!

We are in a pivotal moment in time where God is calling us to go deeper in our relationship with Him for the purposes He plans to bring about in this year. Warfare is increasing, so remain alert and obey the Spirit of God, but know that the gates of Hades have already been shattered; they shall not prevail against the church! Stand strong, church! Keep praying! I even see demons shuttering and coming under God’s authority because of prayer!!!

God wants to give our family, friends, coworkers, and neighbors the breakthrough they need! But you have to keep praying, intercessors, keep praying!!!

Seeking and Finding

Seeking and Finding

Monday, January 5, 2009 at 10:19pm

After hearing some disappointing news tonight I decided to change my plans, fast and pray and go to a young adult prayer meeting… specifically for young adults and the deception the enemy is using to blind them and keep them in darkness.

I was crying out to God, calling forth the Kingdom of God in this generation, asking Him to bring breakthrough where there is warfare and an awakening to hearts. I asked Him to open the blind eyes; revive spirits again; bring revelation, and as I was asking Him to wake young adults from their slumber to His purposes and by His Spirit cause them to resist temptation, I saw a very clear image of Jesus raising a man from the dead. I heard God say, “Kellie, this is what is happening. I am bringing back to life those who have fallen asleep. I am recharging and reclaiming your generation in this time. And this will continue.”

Whew, what a scoop of hope! He's already doing it. And His power is the only way it will be done. My impatience so desperately wants people to “GET IT” and run with it (an intimate, dynamic relationship with God), and can’t understand how they can’t want to go deeper with God, or seek godly disciples to teach them how to go deeper, after hearing the Word. I am grieved by complacency. I understand relationships take time to establish and build trust, and God has His timing for everything, (I am living proof) but my prayer is for God to stir hearts so much that we can physically see young adults and every generation seeking God wholeheartedly and pursuing a radical relationship with Him. I want to see transformation and intercession. My heartcry is for people to experience deep intimacy with God—an undying hunger to know and encounter their tangible God. Everything else follows. I want to see ordinary people living extraordinary lives. God is a God who loves to woo, and I want people to know and experience Him in a foreign way.

Some say I’m a little too radical, others that I’m a little too intense, and some may think I may be a little too “expectant”. Or, maybe I am just that in love with my Savior that I can’t help but believe in the unseen and for the seemingly impossible, and risk it all for the cause of Heaven. The way I see it—I was created to worship God; I long to do everything I see my Creator do and be all that I see my Creator being. 20 years of my life were wasted away, then they were restored, by a loving God who pursued me and finally received an answer in response. I refuse to let another day be ordinary.