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A Family of Misconception

“These people honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me.” Matthew 15:8

My dearest diary,

Today I am seeing first hand how God must feel about His children who say they love Him, and say they know Him, yet their hearts are far from Him.  They draw near with their words, and honor Him with their lip service, yet their hearts are not with Him (Matthew 15:8; Isaiah 29:13).

I have been the daughter of my Mother and Father for 36 years.  We’re family.  It is a well-known fact that family is supposed to know you better than anyone.  However, that doesn’t seem to be the case in my family.  Let me tell you why.

First things first – my relationship with my Heavenly Father.  I have spent years growing closer and closer to my Father God.  His face, not what He can do for me or give to me, is literally all I seek. I have spent much time and energy learning how to help people break free from their bondage, and how to deliver them from evil spirits. I have went through many great trials and tribulations, learned from them, and became even closer with my Heavenly Father.  Through everything I have learned who He is.  I have seen how He responds to the things I do, I have learned the different ways He talks to me, and I have learned what His character looks like.  I can accurately determine what is of God, and what is not.  I can accurately say what God would or would not do in situations.

My Father God also knows me.  He knows what I like, what makes me happy, how to comfort me, etc.  He knows how to get through to me, and delights in teaching me new things.  He doesn’t accuse me, speak falsely of me, nor slander me and talk bad about me to my brothers and sisters in Christ.  He has spent every waking minute with me, and knows me from the inside out.  He knows why I do what I do.  He knows my heart.  He knew everything about me before I was even a thought, and He is patient with me.  I know my Father and my Father knows me.

Now, regarding my earthly family…

We have spent a copious amount of time with each other.  As I said above, I’ve been here for 36 years.  One would think my parents would know me fairly well by now.  I found out differently these past few years, and was hit with another round of “I don’t know you, nor do I care to” again today.  What I found is my parents have only had their eyes on themselves.  They have failed to see ME in these 36 long years.  Their goal has been to try to turn me into a spitting image of themselves through use of control and manipulation, and to get what they can out of me.  It’s as if they believe I was put on this earth as their servant.  If they would have spent any time getting to really know me over these years, they would know of my deep relationship with my Heavenly Father.  They would know I walk according to the Spirit of the Living God, and not according to my own flesh.  They wouldn’t call me rebellious, because they would know better.  My mother wouldn’t believe I’m entertaining demons in the night hour, because she would know what I believe, who I am, and how I respond to things like that. She would know how much I have grown in the Lord, and that I am not responding out of anger, nor am I home throwing a temper tantrum, when I confront her on the things she says about me. She would understand that when I speak to her about the things she’s doing to me, it’s out of love for her, and not because I want to hurt her.  She would also know better than to come against God’s anointed, but unfortunately, she doesn’t.

The things she said to me today got me thinking about God, and how He must feel when His children say they love Him, say they know Him, but they really don’t.  All they care about is what He can give them.  All they care about is what He can do for them.  They’re not concerned about really getting into a deep relationship with Him, spending that time with Him, to get to really know who He is, and what His character is like.  Matthew 7:21-23 says:

“Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven.  On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’  And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness.’”  

Love is not about what you can do for me.  It’s about entering into a relationship where you are genuinely interested in who the other person is.  It’s crushing when you’ve known someone your whole life, yet they never take the time to really know and understand you. It painful when they’re too busy trying to teach you that they fail to hear anything you say.

My earthly family may not know or understand me, but I am thankful there is One who does – my Father God.

Mi Dia (My Day) Begins Now

Good morning my dear online diary! Boy is it a windy one today.  We had two days of tornado watches and warnings, only to top it off with a wind advisory.  I love the wind, and a non-destructive storm, but the thing is we live right next to the woods.  Who knew trees could bend down so far without snapping in half? Please don’t snap in half!

Our family just received good news this morning.  Someone put in an offer on our house! What? You say you’re moving? Oh, dear.  I guess I forgot to fill you in on all the details.

Here’s the deal – Scott started a new job in South Carolina at the beginning of March, so we’ve been living apart for the past month while (patiently) waiting for our house to sell. It hasn’t been the easiest thing I’ve ever done and I am in no way envious of single parents.  Between preparing the house for showings, hauling the kids out every time there’s a showing, homeschooling the kids, keeping the kids fed, and chasing Bubba from one corner of the house to the other, there hasn’t been much time to relax.  While I’m excited to finally have an offer on the house and have Scott rejoin our family, I find a twinge of anxiety and fear knocking on my door.  “What if I have to move into the yucky little trailer he’s staying in?  What if we run into trouble getting the loan for our new house? What if, what if, what if?”  Blah!! I will once again shut off the negativity and turn on the truth – At least I will have shelter while God works out all the details.  God always works everything out for our good, and perfects those things which concern us.  He’s aligning things in our lives right now, making a way where there seems to be no way, and in the end we will look back in awe and say, “What a ride! I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

One upside to receiving the offer at this point in time is Scott’s mom and brother are flying in tomorrow to stay with us for a week.  Can you say “Help packing?!” Hip hip hooray! It might look like a coincidence to some, but to me it’s a divine appointment orchestrated by the Living God.

Enough talk about moving.  I can’t afford to think too much about that today.  Maxwell’s birthday is Saturday, and with our visitors arriving tomorrow I have to finish making her cake today.  Maxwell, for some reason, believes I am a master baker and each year insists on a cake with a higher level of difficulty.  This year I will attempt to create a stained glass cake.  The stained glass cake involves drawing and painting flowers directly on to the fondant. In between storm warnings yesterday I was able to bake the cake and make a batch of marshmallow fondant (the only kind that is truly edible in my opinion).  Today I decorate my masterpiece, but not until I eat breakfast….

 

Exercising Prophetically

Dear Diary,

I was just blocked on Facebook the other day. Can you believe it?! You can’t? Well, I can. It’s funny how when you expose the enemy, he gets pretty upset, and therefore the people he’s messing with get upset too. The person that blocked me is the head of two “prophetic” groups. I simply stated that I was leaving the groups because I found them to be practicing things that are un-biblical.

Anyway, here’s what is going on (what got her goat so-to-speak). Instead of writing it all out again, I’ll just copy and paste my recent Facebook status. Plus it will be easier for me to find again if I ever feel the need to re-read what I wrote.

“There’s a new deception going on in the church (new to me anyway), and many people seem to be falling for it. They call it “prophetic activation” and “prophetic exercises.” They claim that in order for you to step into your calling as a prophet, you need to be “activated.” Truth is, no man can activate you. That is up to Jesus. He is the one who decides who is a prophet before they are even formed in the womb (Jeremiah 1:5), and when He calls you a prophet, you are activated! When He says “GO!” and “Speak!” you go and speak! He says to DESIRE the gift of prophecy, not to go out and play prophet just because you want to be one. These people are also saying in order to increase “your skills” (what happened to it being a gift and ability from the Holy Spirit??) YOU can perform “prophetic exercises” which include looking at a picture or color and asking God what He’s saying in it. Other “exercises” include picking a person, and then others asking God who that person is, and then prophesying over them. All of this is divination. It is like Christians playing psychics, and performing card or tea leaf readings all in the name of “practicing” your gifting or sharpening “your gift”. They believe they’re hearing from the Holy Spirit, so they speak whatever enters their mind, but in reality they have positioned themselves to hear from the wrong spirit – familiar spirits. Folks, that is NOT how it works! We do not get to prophecy just because we want to. We prophecy at the leading of the Holy Spirit. 2 Peter 1:21 says, “For prophecy never had its origin in the human will, but prophets, though human, spoke from God as they were carried along by the Holy Spirit.” We are HIS mouthpiece, and we don’t get to tell Him what to do and when to do it! WE can’t increase our gifting by anything WE do. It’s through a close relationship with the Lord, and through obedience that He will speak through us more and more. It’s in spending time with Him that we will begin to hear and see clearer; not through “prophetic exercises.””

You know, I have grown prophetically over the past few years, and I have never done any prophetic exercises in order to grow. As my relationship with the Lord has grown, so has my ability to see and hear clearly. I have searched the Scriptures, but have not found even one prophet who has ever had to be activated by anyone, or who have had to go through these so-called prophetic exercises. People are so hungry for the supernatural, they are falling for everything and anything.

Well, I guess that’s all I have to say today other than I put my brand new grill to use, and grilled some beautiful rib-eyes and zucchinis this afternoon. It’s now time to kick my husband’s butt at another game of Phase 10. For some reason he thinks he’s going to be able to win…

A Mild Rant and a Little Rave

Dear Diary,

Do you know what drives me batty? People. To be more specific, it’s the attention seekers that get on my nerves. They spend endless hours each day on Facebook complaining about all their problems, yet when given a sound course of action, they refuse to take it. These attention seekers will throw out something that others will view as shocking or troublesome, and once they receive the response or pity they were craving, “Oh you poor, poor thing,” they’ll switch their story up once again. People! You’re driving the sane to the edge of the cliff!

The attention seeker often expresses a desire for change, but then continues doing the same thing they’ve always done in the same exact way. They feed off from the attention they receive and feel like a big fat nobody if they don’t get it. Attention seekers don’t normally like to hear this, but I’m going to say it anyway.  Anyone can change their life if they really want to.

A genuine desire to change one’s life brings a realization that it’s not possible to continue doing what they’ve always done and see different results. It’s important for the attention seekers to be honest with themselves, admit that they’re starved for attention, and start switching things up!  It’s also time for them to quit playing the victim…especially the Christian attention seekers.  This leads me to the next thing I find disturbing.

“I love Jesus, and I pray, but I don’t go to church, and I don’t read my Bible, but I am a good person and I do good things.”  (That is one crazy run-on huh?)  Unfortunately this is how many people sound to me – like nails on a chalkboard. They spew bucket loads of woe-is-me slime on social media, but they’re unwilling to do what they need to do to gain the victory. I know this sounds harsh, but it’s true. If they would just realize they’re getting nowhere on their own, seek Jesus, get to church, and get in their Bibles, they would start to make some progress! Changing the way they speak, to speaking life instead of death, would also catapult them forward into a better life. Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and people are running around destroying their lives instead of building them up! How awesome is it that the Lord gives us the ability to direct the course of our lives by simply speaking?

Well, I guess I’ll end my rant now.  After all, I’m not writing a book.  Good night.

A Series of Uneventful Events

Why did I crawl out of bed today?  Well, for one thing it was 8:00.  My internal clock is obviously set to 8, and I find it near impossible to stay in bed much past that. I quickly check Facebook, the weather, my e-mail, and my new investment account before crawling out of bed and into the shower.

Showers are not only supposed to wake you up in the morning, but they’re also supposed to be relaxing.  So why is it that when I step into the shower, my brain starts to work overtime?  You thought that was steam rolling out from under the door?? That was the smoke from my brain trying to figure out life in the short amount of time it takes to wash my hair! There are times when I get a profound revelation, but today wasn’t one of those days.  The only thing I got was cranky.

I plopped down on the couch after my not-so-relaxing shower, and ate a simple breakfast of cornbread with milk and honey.  I say simple because normally I kick it up a notch with a homemade cranberry sauce and white chocolate chips.  It was still delicious though! I continued to sit well after I was done eating. I just did not know what to do with myself. We had to go to the bank to sign some documents in front of the Notary Public, and I’ll be honest, I was a bear. Scott just could not move fast enough for me.  I felt like I was in the movie Zootopia, signing papers with Flash, the fastest three-toed sloth in the DMV. Did I mention I was cranky?

The rest of the day was absolutely uneventful.  I did perk up a bit however, and was able to do 30 minutes on my elliptical in preparation for the ice cream I was about to eat.  Josephine challenged me to a car race on the Wii later on in the night.  She was one happy girl chasing my car around the track, firing missiles at me, and watching me lose! She was laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath.

Well, on a final note, my brand new investment account brought in two pennies today.  One more penny and each of the kids can have a ride on Sandy, the penny horse, at Meijer!