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Hello, ladies of The Springs Fellowship! I had something on my heart that I wanted to share with you, and I thought this blog format we’ve used in the past would be a great way to do so. I hope you all have a wonderful Wednesday!!!

– Cathryn Wrightwoman

I had grand Kingdom plans for our new venture in Tahoka. I had a second chance as a football coach’s wife, and I had a better attitude, much more confidence and a greater understanding of the need for kindness, grace and honesty among women. I was going to build relationship with these coaches’ wives; our family was going to move to Tahoka, embrace small town life, have play dates, help out our neighbors, and I would be a women of grace and honesty, willing to admit that I occasionally leave dirty dishes in the sink overnight, get impatient with my children, and hide in my locked bathroom while eating brownie batter because I don’t want to share. I would take the place God had put us and be everything that I could possibly be! I would give women courage and hope!

None of this happened. A truly crazy series of events ended our house selling in Lubbock and buying in Tahoka just days before closing. My kids were sick so much during football season that I hardly made it out to the games to spend time with the other wives and build relationship, and when I did go, I felt left out, although that had way more to do with my insecurities than anything else. I had the “official” coach’s wife shirt, but I was not “in”. I felt hurt and disappointed. I had been willing to really jump in to this new community, and I felt so shut out. After a little pity party, I decided that I would be friendly no matter what. I would take the few opportunities (mostly on Facebook) to be honest, encourage, and gracious. I would pray for them and do what I could. My mom is always saying “as far as it depends on me…” (Romans 12:18 “If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.”) So as far as it depended on me, I tried.

When the school year ended, and we knew Jerod would not be returning to Tahoka, I figured it was for the best. Nothing had worked out like I had hoped. My grand Kingdom plans to bringing Christ’s Kingdom to our little part of the Tahoka had fallen flat. We moved on. Jerod got a new position in a new district. We were very pleased, and hoped it will be a good fit. We don’t regret our time in Tahoka. We met good people and Jerod had a good year. We knew God had a reason for our being there and a reason for our leaving, but we could only guess at it.

Then today, July 21, while thinking about the beginning of a new football season in a new district and a new group of coaches’ wives to meet and navigate, I get a complete shock. I received a Facebook message from a coach’s wife in Tahoka. One that I thought had hardly noticed me. She wrote, that a lady in the store patted her on the back and said to “keep it up” while her preschooler was throwing a fit and her infant began crying. She said that the lady’s sweet spirit and calm words in the middle of chaos reminded her of me, and, she didn’t know why, but she thought I needed to know that. My jaw dropped. I was completely and utterly shocked, flabbergasted, bewildered and gob smacked.

My Kingdom plans may have failed. I never got to do the cookie exchange I had planned or buy the other wives copies of 1000 Gifts. But God’s Kingdom plans succeeded. He did work I never intended in ways I never imagined. And through this I was encouraged not to let the insecurities I feel keep me from the many unexpected places God has directed my life, from the medical team we’ve amassed with Grant’s “struggles” to the numerous jobs Jerod has had as he has found his way.

Even when my life looks like failure after failure and bad luck after bad luck, God is able to make it success and victory in His Kingdom even if it’s not really success and victory in my personal life. I know that God works all things for the good of those who love Him. Sometimes we see the good in our own lives, and other times we have to know that He uses the years of “failure” and “bad luck” to further his Kingdom and not necessarily my personal success.

I’m learning daily that to live in my Kingdom purpose means to live with the eyes of my heart fully focused on God, not on what grand Kingdom event I can plan or carry out, but to simply be a vessel, a flawed vessel made whole in Him, and to walk in the path He lays before me even when it makes no sense. As far as it depends on me…I will be faithful and let God take care of the rest.

Winding path

Today, Desirae Culp is sharing with us a great word that God has shown her lately and that could apply to each and every one of us….thanks, Desi, for being transparent and real with us!!  

 

“A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart &

an evil man brings evil things put of the evil stored in his heart.

FOR THE MOUTH SPEAKS WHAT THE HEART IS FULL OF…”

 – Luke 6:45

       

                          
A client informed me this week of a conversation that she had with another mom. This other mom had told her that 2 words she didn’t let her kids say were:

  • Bored (which I totally understood-that was a word we weren’t allowed to say growing up either!); and
  • TIRED!!!

I might have looked at my client like she was crazy. Why on earth would this lady not let her kids say they were tired?? I asked my client if I heard her correctly & she said yup! She said she didn’t want her children speaking that as a word curse over themselves, because speaking “tired” over oneself becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.

I think about how i feel when I  say “I’m tired” vs “I’m happy” and….
MIND BLOWN!

So as I let that soak into my brain a little & talked with some mentors about it, I came to some major conclusions.

 

Pretty sure I say “I am tired” so many times every day.

Think about this – breaking that sentence down in a simple grammatical style – tired is defining the word “I”.

If you think about how The Lord defines himself, it is simply I AM. Any word after that speaks to His character.

We are made in His image & are chasing after His heart & redefining ourselves by His character & we are walking in destiny & purpose. So in defining ourselves, I’m pretty darn sure “tired” is not part of His character, part of His heart for us, or part of our destiny….

So in the last few weeks since I’ve heard this I’ve watched my language. The 2 things I’ve definitely never wanted to define me are “busy” & “tired”. However, those are the 2 things I speak over myself ALL THE TIME! What?!? Yup! So I’m not only speaking those over myself but defining myself to others by those words! SO NOT OK!
Now hear me, I’m not saying that I don’t feel tired sometimes, or that sometimes my schedule gets a little on the crazy side. I will not go into the semantics & debate of what words are appropriate & try to put down rules of what we should or should not say. I’m saying that for me, in my life, I want to speak blessing over myself & others, & not cursing because we have the power to do that. (Proverbs 18:21)

 

So I personally have decided to change the wording of “I am busy” to “my life is full”. I’m trying to only use the word tired when it’s a feeling & not a state of being. I’ve come to find that it’s so much more of a heart issue than I originally thought…

 

One of my very dear friends made a comment earlier this week about having grace for someone.  Our prayer as we ended our conversation was that our speech be full of grace. As she prayed that, I realized that lately my speech has not been full of grace – for myself or for others. So this becomes a different type of prayer for me – God change my heart, so that my talk may change as well…
So my question to you ladies today is this – what are you speaking over yourself?

 – Desirae                                                 

Today, Desirae Culp shares with us an important word on who we really are!!!  

 

gong

 

 

Be the gong ringer.

 

Sounds funny & was something I almost laughed with my friends about.

 

But then as I watched her sit on the sidelines (of a symphony if that’s possible) only standing to do her part, I realized I feel a lot like the gong player a lot of the time.

 

Over looked, sidelined, with a very small part to play.

 

Except her part is important & a lot of times I wonder if mine is.

 

Deep down I know it is.  There’s a podcast with Emily Freeman & Christa Black from the IF gathering that I can’t get out of my head. In the last 2 min, Christa talks about the legacy she wants to leave behind. & it’s a surprising one to me.  The legacy she wants to leave behind is that she wants to be known as someone who operates out of I John 4:19  -a person who operates out of how much she is loved – that everything she does flows from knowing she is the beloved.

 

Ladies – isn’t it time we operate out of love & stopped operating out of what other people think? Afraid of what other people will say? Paralyzed by our own expectations of ourselves?

 

We (ie. I) set this impossibly high standard & then are disappointed when I don’t “measure up” & assume that God & everyone else is disappointed in me too. THAT’S NOT TRUTH!!!

 

I’m doing a study in proverbs & one of the verses that has resonated says (basically) that lies last for a moment but truth lasts forever. (Pro 12:19)

 

Listen to me- I know I’m young in a lot of ways but I know this surer than I know my name. If we don’t come to a place of truth & vulnerability we will not walk in freedom. I’m not saying everyone you meet needs to know every single thing going on in your life, but I am saying that someone needs to.  Christa also said secrecy breeds shame & I believe that to be true.

 

Let me speak some truth:

You are immeasurably loved.

You are created wholly & specifically the way you are,

You are delighted in!

You are treasured, You are fought for, You are worth so much more than I can tell you.

So as summer hits & the whole world goes crazy trying to fit everything into no set schedule whatsoever, take some time to find a friend, to have a glass of tea & get vulnerable with someone, to soak in being loved instead of being measured, & then LIVE that out because the world needs new creations that know they are beloved..

 

 – Desirae

A few weeks ago, I pick my almost 11-yr old (gasp!) son, Will, up from school. As we are driving off, he makes the offhand comment “Hey, there’s one of the Anti-Wills….”

 

Ummm, the what?

 

“One of the Anti-Wills, Mom.  You know, the kids who are against me, that actively don’t like me…”

What?  Who ever heard of such a thing?  Why would someone NOT like Will?  He’s like the greatest kid EVER (at least according to his momma…)

 

After talking with Will a bit longer about it, I get the full story on at least one of the Anti-Wills (and he says there are exactly 5 out there).

It seems that one day, as Will was eating breakfast in the cafeteria all by himself, minding his own business, several other 5th grade boys come sit all around him.  They are talking and cutting up and one of them asks Will to trade places with him so that he could sit next to another of the friends.

Me, I would have said “Sure!  No problem” and scooted over.

 

What does Will do, you ask?

 

I cringe even as I type this….

He says “No.

 

As if “No” wasn’t bad enough, he follows it up with “Try and make me. ”

 

WHAT???

It gets better… “I was here first,” he says, “You can either both move and sit somewhere else together or you can try and make me move.   You sat down next to me, remember?” (did I mention he has no filters?  Zero. Nada. Every single last possible filter is MIA.)

As a mom, I’m wanting to slap him upside the head, even as he is telling the story.

 

So what happened?  Well, the kid came around and tried to make him move, of course.  We are talking about 5th grade boys here.

When I asked Will how it resolved, Will says “I did my best rock impression…and he couldn’t make me move.  He had to go sit somewhere else.”  And since then, this kid has been active Anti-Will and shown his dislike for my son through his words and actions at school.

 

As I relay this story to Dallas, expecting him to back me up with my more gentle approach, I instead get this –  “Dang straight! I’m proud of you, son.  Way to stand up for yourself…”

Huh?

 

Guys, I’m not kidding you.  God has been messing with me on this one.  SERIOUSLY messing me with, and I have a feeling He’s not done.  Hang with me….

I get so frustrated when I think about how our modern culture characterizes Christians as intolerant hatemongers, but then, all too often, I see Christians do what I consider to be stupid things in the name of taking a stand for the Gospel that don’t appear to reflect His love at all to me.  Are they all missing the boat on what God wants from us?  God cracked the door open on this one for me when I was listening to Jen Hatmaker speak at the recent IF: Gathering.

She says:

“We can’t make the Gospel real for people if we keep thinking of people outside our circles as enemies…  I see Christians take the Gospel, which we love and treasure, and try to guard it so nobody can mess with our Gospel. We have a defensive  posture, guns blazing, daring people to come near it. Here’s the problem with that—Christ came to seek and save those who are lost. It’s not the healthy who need a doctor, it’s the sick. So if we had the eyes of our Savior, we would view them not as our enemies, but as future brothers and sisters in Christ…”

So I have been rolling this around in my head and heart, been talking with God about it, trying to figure out whether the answer is always to love people, even if it means backing down from what I know to be truth and justice, or whether it means bowing up and defending that truth – taking my proverbial stand – even if some of the unintended consequences of that means I have helped push people who need to experience God’s grace or God’s love a little bit further away from that.

 

I have hesitated to put this down in writing because I know people may have strong reactions one way or another – just like Dallas and I did in Will’s situation.

What I am wondering is this – is there a set right answer or response for every single Christian?

Don’t get me wrong – I will always err on the side of loving people.  That’s one of the ways God made me – with a heart for shepherding people.  Love God and love people.  But there are those who are called to be evangelists – to preach the gospel, loudly and proudly, to be out front.  There are those who have the gift of service – to serve quietly and humbly in the background.   And there are those with the gift of mercy.

There are warriors and there are peacemakers – by God’s own design.

And then there is, as Christians, our mission field –  hurting people who need to know and understand the love of Christ and the grace He offers.  There is no set formula for expressing this message because every one of the individuals who need to hear of His love are different  – some will best understand His love through deep theological debates, some will understand it thru emotions and acts of selfless love.  Why do we think there is a right and wrong way (and that we always know the right and wrong way) and give no grace to other Christians around us who are (hopefully) seeking to express this message in the way God designed them to do, just because they may do that differently than we do?   Are we so perfect that we always know Jesus’s heart (and act accordingly) while they do not?  What if – just what if – it was God’s design all along that it takes the whole Body of Christ, with all of its diverse giftings and experiences, to represent Him and who He is?

We serve a God who loves variety, who loves diversity – I see it every morning in the colors of the sunrise.  I mean, the same God who created the vast stillness of a desert also picked up his paintbrush and created the rain forests, full of life and movement.  The same God who created the delicate ladybug also created the majestic blue whale.  What if, in order for the body of Christ to function like He intended,  we need Christians who will be willing to love on people, no matter what the cost, AND Christians who will proclaim His truth (and hopefully avoid actively hating on people in the process)?

 

Jen Hatmaker makes reference in that same talk about how our God doesn’t really need defending – He is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

There is nothing..let me stress that again…NOTHING anyone can do – our culture, our government, even Satan himself – that will defeat Him.   He has already won.  We can stand in confidence, knowing this to be truth.

With that foundation of truth in mind,  what if everyone in the body of Christ actually sought God’s heart and direction before we jumped into action or before we started bashing each other in our reactions or responses?  What if we actually put His love and His heart for people above our own agendas? What if we took a good look at our own self-righteousness and stopped assuming we have all of the answers?  Novel concept, right?   Not every Christian is going to get it right every time, but if we started by not throwing each other under the bus, would there be less hate in the world? Maybe, maybe not.  But perhaps there would be less hate within the global body of Christ, which only hinders our ability to truly show the world His amazing heart and incomparable love.

Can we stop fighting with each other in an attempt to “be right” and start battling the real enemy?

 

All of these thoughts sprang out of some random 5th grade cafeteria antics. God is pretty funny sometimes.

                                                    – Kacey                               

Today, our sweet friend Paula Sonnenberg tells us of how God is showing himself to her through her beautiful daughter, Scout.  Here’s Miss Paula:

Little girls holding hands

When I was in 7th grade, I sat in my first Sunday School class in the youth group.

There was a new girl – Crystal. She sat in the back & did not say anything. She was deaf. I pulled a chair up next to her and wrote her a note: “If you will teach me some sign language I want to talk to you.”

So began my love for American Sign Language. Crystal left the beginning of our Freshman year to go to the Texas School for the Deaf. I never saw her again. But what a beautiful gift she had given me!

Signing became like a friend to me. It was & is my favorite way to worship. My ‘prayer language’ if you like. It is how I talk to babies- including my sweet Silas who never ever threw a fit for lack of me understanding him. It was the path of my second graduate degree to become certified as a Deaf Education teacher. It was how I fed my family when my chickens were babies- giving private lessons to students. It has even how I mentored Senior Projects for students at Cooper High School.

As Lee is in Arkansas right now, guess what non-morning person is delivering my treasures to school? This one! As I dropped off my middle-schoolers & watched my sweet Silas struggle across the cross walk- waving me on when I stepped out of the car to help him – I felt a quickening in my heart….“I cannot take away his struggles,” I whispered.

As I felt the tears shoot up from my soul, I had to shake it off. I had one more bundle of joy to deliver. I got back in the car to take Scout to school and, of course, was immediately mindful of her struggles as I warned her “The sun is about to pop up & smile at us! Get those cool sunglasses on that pretty face!” We rolled on over to the elementary school singing a little Toby Mac. My sadness fled.

As we pulled into the parking lot & got in the drop off line, I saw a cute little blondie start hopping up & down in front of our car. I opened my door to help Scout out & as soon as Scout heard the voice hollering “Scout! Scout!” she lit up. “Momma! Hurry! That’s Madison C.! She wants to walk me in!” We scurried her out & over to that sweet voice. Off they scrambled into the cafeteria.

As I continued to roll up through the drop-off line, watching them, through squinted, sun-drown eyes; they were skipping into the gym arm-in-arm. I jerked my head up to heaven with a sudden realization.

“OH, my God- Scout is Crystal!”

A wave of snap-shots flashed through my mind. Years & years of Scout maneuvering & navigating this world- so vulnerable, yet with such faith in people. Having no other choice but to trust her God, her momma, her Poppa, her friends- big & little.

She has opened hearts to a new way to see just as Crystal had opened mine to a new way to listen.

Now I was free to cry it out as that last snap-shot became a freeze-frame in my head. That snap-shot was of a cute little blondie eagerly leading my Scout by the arm bravely into the sun light that finishes off the job of blinding her completely; giggling & chatting & skipping all the way.

I quote our sweet Fran at least once a week & this morning I offered up that wisdom of hers as a prayer:

“God, You may not will it, but you won’t waste it.”

– Paula

Sometimes God has ways of just bringing you back to reality, doesn’t he? When I get all up inside my own head and lose sight of the important stuff, a gentle reminder sometimes doesn’t do…

 

A few weeks ago, Dallas and I were driving home with the kids from what I would classify as a pretty rough evening.  Rough as in emotionally hard stuff.  Rough as in our hearts hurt.  The radio was on the Rangers game, as always.  It was late.  My mind was going in so many directions and replaying everything and picking up blame and guilt and hurt and all kinds of things the enemy was trying to throw in my path.

 

The radio was just white noise for me.  I wasn’t really paying attention to what was happening in the game.

 

Then, God smacks me in the head.

 

I hear from the backseat “SUCK IT, ANGELS!”

 

Yes, friends.  My sweet William.  My sweet William and his passion for Texas Rangers baseball.  My sweet William who rarely says a mean thing to anyone, who opens the door for young and old, who teaches his baby sister how to skip rocks.  My sweet William’s potty mouth brought me right back to earth.

 

While I will admit, it’s a good day when the Rangers can beat the Angels in a walk-off in the 9th inning, his little proclamation brought me right back into momma mode – back into the real world and what God has laid right in front of me – you see, the biggest job God has called me to is being momma to 3 beautiful little treasures of His.  That’s what God has set in front of me right now.  All of the circumstances of this other stuff swirling around me was preventing me from keeping my eyes focused forward. Dwelling on things that I cannot change does nothing but steal my attention from what God has for me in the present. If I let it consume me, I would be missing out on the new things God has before me, I’d be missing out on the joys – both big and small – that God has lovingly and purposefully brought into my life.

 

Talk about your heavenly reality check.

 
Since that night – when God used Will’s passion for baseball (and his potty mouth) to get my attention – He has constantly been finding ways to remind me to keep my eyes forward, looking ahead, looking and anticipating what He has for me, for my family.  He has been reminding me again and again to run the race He has set before me, to give my attention to what He has called me to in this moment…

 

And yes, Will was reprimanded.  And so was his daddy.

 

What has He called you to in this moment – for this day – sweet ones?  Are you focusing on those things or on hurts or disappointments or lies from the enemy?  Let’s put our focus and our eyes ahead of us, to the One who lights up the way.  

 

– Kacey

It has been 6 months since anything was shared on this blog. I wish I had some profound reason to give you for this. All I can say is that personally, I have been somewhat in a “crawl in my hole” place and have been struggling and wrestling with God on my own personal effectiveness in ministry and, as a result, I haven’t had alot to “give” for this blog. I’m sorry, sweet ladies. I’m sorry if I have dropped the ball. I believe in this blog. I believe that God can and wants to use it as a way for us to minister to each other. Thankfully, God speaks to us through others sometimes…and one of the most beautiful souls that I know awakened me from my self-pity a bit yesterday. Whitney McClendon has a powerful word to share with us this week….a word that I needed to hear.

– Kacey


Here’s Whitney:

“In September 2012, I was on maternity leave and during my last two weeks off the Lord began to reveal a new passion and purpose in my life. The more He revealed to me, the more I realized this is not my purpose but a concept to be adopted and implemented by the body of Christ. 10 months later, I’m sharing this with you and that is 10 months too late. It has transformed my life and changed how I see everything. Some of this was written back in September and now I have finished it. So it begins… praying for the surrender and freedom for anyone who reads this.

I have struggled with feelings of inadequacy and unworthiness most of my life…being “enough” never fulfilled itself.

I come from a family of wonderful women – women who strongly love and live solely for the Lord, but that does not erase or minimize struggle, nor should it hide the enemy’s tactics. I do not know the generation it originated from, but there has been a stronghold of unworthiness that has transferred from generation to generation. T

here are greater details in my testimony. However, He has given me pieces of my life to share so the urgency of this plan can be understood and then acted upon.

In 2002, I was a junior in high school and I went on a Chrysalis (retreat) that ignited my life. I felt so close to the Lord I became prideful and a few months later began the outward manifestation of image and control issues. Anorexia and bulimia plagued my life, which linked in further permission given to the enemy. He controlled me by polluting my thoughts and constantly tainted my self-worth, but he was only able to do so through my permission and choices that allowed him to “win” that moment. I wonder how my life would have changed had I not accepted his lies?

He “won” many moments and I struggled with anorexia and bulimia for the next five years, but it was different in 2007. I was a freshman at Tech and living in the dorms. I remember feeling a sense of satisfaction, as I stared into the toilet bowl. Sitting on the dorm bathroom floor (gross), with my finger stuck down my throat, it had never felt so good to throw up my food.

That’s when I knew a change needed to come.

I began to “take control” of the bulimia, however, through my choices and disbelief of who the Lord made me to be, a different kind of manifestation originated. Every time I worried (which was frequently) I was sick to my stomach and threw up. I could literally pinpoint the exact time I would throw up and could make myself throw up at any time. I had always justified my actions by saying, “I don’t do it after every meal” or “she has it way worse than I do.” It all originated from justified lies that stemmed from comparison, unworthiness, and inadequacy. But why? Where did they originate?

Any Christian knows or needs to know there are familiar struggles among believers. The same reigns true with women. The enemy does not invent new areas of attack – he hits women (and men too) in the areas he knows will work because they have worked since the fall in the garden. Think about it; imagine the unworthiness and inadequacy Eve felt when she gave in to the enemy. Furthermore, after Adam and Eve’s confession “Adam said the woman you gave me did it…” thus establishing strongholds of victimization and removal of responsibility. It is cyclical. It has not been redeemed, which has created generational bondage.

I heard Andy Andrews speak at a conference recently who simply put “thinking leads to choices, which facilitates actions that influence culture.” We have used “culture” as an excuse in not warring against these generational strongholds. Andy said “we cannot gain control of our choices before we gain control of our thinking.”

He continued “you will either create a culture or acquiesce to one.”

Why has it become culturally acceptable for every woman to struggle with identity issues or self-worth? It is time to conquer this and not acquiesce to it. You are worth it!!!

At the same conference, Christine Caine stated “there is a generation in the ditches of life because people have not been good stewards of their lives.” We are the ones who have the opportunity to be good stewards of people’s lives growing up after us, but we have to know who we are in Him in order to fully accomplish this.

Christine continued “when our heart stops beating for what God’s heart beats for, what happens to our culture?” God’s heart does not beat for the acceptance of the enemy’s lies. His heart beats for something MUCH greater!

Here this…if this generation, YOUR GENERATION, can be the one that breaks away generational and cultural curses, imagine how we could revolutionize the Kingdom. Break away the chains that bind us and our children to strongholds going back to the beginning of time. You are the one who has to redeem this and then influence generations before and after you.

I made the choice to be whole for Evelyn. I am asking you to make a choice; make the decision for wholeness in order to accept the blessings He has had for you from the beginning of your existence. Even if you do not feel “worthy” do it for those watching you so they do not establish their identities by your struggles. Your sons and daughters will have external influences that you cannot protect them from and they will have to make their own decisions, but it will be easier if they do not have to lug your baggage as well. Remove your baggage, transform your mind and experience freedom.

I do not blame any of this on my family; they are wonderful. The blame is mine for continuing the cycle in believing the lies of the enemy but he will not have permission with my daughter. I can say this with complete affirmation, I am glad I experienced all of this in my life in order to be a part of the freedom movement. IT IS HERE. He wants freedom for you more than you yearn for it.

The Lord is still revealing things to me but I will share with you what He has given me so far:

1) Pray you begin to see how the Father sees you. It is life changing if you can catch even a glimpse of His obsession with you.

2) Pray for your children to understand their identity and have a firm foundation in the truth.

3) Guard your mouth…this teaches your children what healthy looks like. They do not need to hear your thoughts on how “fat, ugly, unworthy or inadequate” you feel because this demonstrates how they are supposed to see themselves. This also trains you to not speak curses over yourself.

4) Do not compare yourself to anyone. He is not comparing you to anyone but Jesus so why do we gauge our purpose/appearance/worth against imperfect people. If you are dissatisfied with your appearance figure out what needs to be done or what healing needs to take place to renovate your mind.

5) Transform your thinking…transform your thinking to His thinking. When you hear the lies, combat it with truth from the Father. Let’s change our culture.

6) Bless yourself. Do not speak curses over yourself. Choose to live by and know the truth.

7) Seek redemption in areas of your life where you gave the enemy permission. If you gave permission in one area, see what other areas of your life are manifesting that permission.

I will protect Evelyn for as long as I can. I want her to know, I WANT YOU TO KNOW, you are beautiful and chosen by the Most High, the One who simply delights in your life. You are a part of many “somebody’s” who make up the body of Christ, but the Lord who knows you and has created you to fulfill something only YOU can do in the Kingdom. The same spirit who resurrected Jesus lives within you.

Wake Up!!!! It is time for the church to arise and fulfill the recent prophecy that our nation is on the cusp of the greatest awakening. Be empowered and know that you are loved…you are beautiful…you are accepted…you are cherished…you are forgiven…you are worth it!!

– Whitney

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