This past Saturday, our church women's ministry partnered with another group to host a "Pad Party" at our church. May 28th is International Menstrual Hygiene Day; a day set aside to bring awareness to menstrual health and the wellness of women all across this land. We decided to host the party to bring attention to the women and girls in many African countries who lose a week of work and/or school during their time of menstruation. Locally, we decided to help a battered women's shelter in the City, by supplying their facility with feminine hygiene products.
Never before have I seen women buzzing around a room celebrating blood, and I'm not talking about the blood of Jesus. Women were laughing, playing games, setting up the tables covered with feminine products, eating refreshments, talking, listening and sharing all around a cause that has been used against us to bring shame. What is shameful about having the ability to produce life? What is shameful about the body knowing that when there is no egg fertilization each month, this is a set time to cleanse itself? That's biology. That's science. That's a miracle! AND it is beautiful, not to be looked at with disdain or disregard; but rather to be celebrated and honored.
Though I don't have daughters, (I've been blessed with 2 charming sons), I want little girls to know that you don't have to run and hide. Menstruation can be a time to really listen to your body and get in tune with Creation. Get in tune by eating right, drinking water, doing light exercises and learning to rest when needed. Maybe menstruation is God's way of saying "listen to my voice as I speak through your body". Learn what truly makes you tick and don't be ashamed! (For my Sisters who suffer with migraines and severe cramping, often due to fibroids, I am sensitive to your plight and I still believe that this is a time of stillness.)
But why am I really writing this message?
I am typing this at the church right now, after preparing the boxes (on top of boxes) to be picked up tomorrow morning by the shelter staff. I just took down the #menstruationmatters signs that donned our red walls and I realized the room was still. No more chatter, no more eating, no more sniggling and laughing and no more picture taking. Just silence! Just me, God and boxes of pads. I began to reflect on the boldness of our women, who for weeks brought their sanitary items to church and placed them in the "treasure chest" in the church vestibule. I was grateful for my special Sisters in Atlanta, who heard the call and sprang into action, by having their own pad party of sorts to add to our party. I thought about the mother, at my boys school, who saw my video and immediately ordered products online to be shipped to the church. I was in awe of the person from New York, whom I've never met, who sent 2 shipments of products to the church in my name. I reflected and I saw God's hands! I saw God's hands at work through all the people who participated in the project.
I could hear God whispering, " Do you hear me now?"
You thought I gave you the ability to speak so you could travel the world and talk about your book and what you've done for yourself. NOT!
You thought I allowed you to go to Spelman College and then to Podiatric Medical School just so you could make money and live well. NOT!
You thought I allowed you to preach and teach my Word, so people could be mesmerized by your knowledge and insight and impressed with your abilities. NOT!
You thought your gifts and talents were just for you. ABSOLUTELY NOT!
He said, I've given you the stage to be the mouthpiece for someone who has not yet found their own voice.
I've given you the platform upon which you will stand and show someone else the way.
I AM TOTALLY HUMBLED!!!
I love what God told Moses in Deuteronomy 11:22-25, (from the Message Bible)
That’s right. If you diligently keep all this commandment that I command you to obey—love God, your God, do what he tells you, stick close to him—God
on his part will drive out all these nations that stand in your way.
Yes, he’ll drive out nations much bigger and stronger than you. Every
square inch on which you place your foot will be yours. Your borders
will stretch from the wilderness to the mountains of Lebanon, from the
Euphrates River to the Mediterranean Sea. No one will be able to stand
in your way. Everywhere you go, God-sent fear and trembling will precede you, just as he promised.
WHAT?!
You mean if I keep listening to the whispers of God, keep His commandments and move by faith into action, then nothing and no one can stand in my way. My God today!
The whispers of God might be a crying child.
The whispers of God might be a woman running from a domestic violence situation.
The whispers of God might be women in foreign countries who need your attention.
The whispers of God might be a loved one trying to get on their feet.
The whispers of God might be children whom the world has given up on.
The whispers of God might be a tough time in your marriage, after you've been hurt.
The whispers of God might be the beggar on the side of the road (especially if they are standing in front of a fast food place).
The whispers of God might be an annoying neighbor or coworker.
What has God been whispering in your ear that you KNOW He is waiting for you to act upon?
Will you spring into action or will you sit back in the recliner of life and relax?
Will you be the mouthpiece or will you recoil in silence?
Will you take them in or will you put them out?
Will you keep driving past them or will you bring them a happy meal while they're on the corner?
Will you fight for someone or will you just give up and wash your hands with the situation?
Learn to recognize the whispers of God. No really, stop and listen! That very thing that you are struggling with, just might be his whisper.
If you sit still long enough, you will hear him speaking. The decision on how you'll respond is totally up to you!
Now walk it out...........
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Monday, May 9, 2016
Sometimes "stink bait" is necessary to get the victory
This past Friday was an extremely interesting day!
Friday is usually the day that my husband likes to golf. Since we noticed that the last two times he walked the golf course he became dehydrated and ill, he decided to leave it alone this week. He walked into the kitchen on Thursday announcing that he had a GREAT idea and we would be going fishing the next day. I laughed all the way to Walmart as we purchased the fishing license and permit, along with the folding lawn chairs, live worms, tackle box and stink bait.
On Friday morning as the boys were getting dressed for school, he was preparing our lunch and snacks for this day. I tell you that this was so funny to me. Are we really about to go fishing? Mind you, neither of us knows how to fish!!!!
So after we dropped the boys off at school, we proceeded to the fishing hole not too far from the house. We drove around trying to find the right location, so we wouldn't disturb anyone else but that was an equally appealing area. After 10 minutes or so, we settled on a spot and began to unload the car. Both he and I were extremely giddy and excited to be able to sit quietly for a couple of hours without any interruptions.
I loaded the fishing rod carefully with the live worm as he situated the weights and the red & white bobber on the line. We were all set, so we cast the line and waited. He felt the tugging of the line and the adrenaline started pumping. Soon thereafter the bobber resurfaced, but when he reeled the line in there was no fish and the worm was gone. We simply laughed and threw the line out again. This was repeated 3 times without any success, so we decided to switch it up.
It was time to pull out the stink bait, which consisted of shrimp and chicken blood. Boy did it really STINK! We lost a couple of pieces, due to the bait falling off as we cast out the line. We simply reapplied the stink bait, cast the line and waited. Within 5 minutes, we had caught our first catfish. We were so surprised and exhilarated and repeated the same process. Two more catfish on the line!
We placed all the catfish in the ice chest and set out to do it again.
Up to this point Byron had been catching the fish, but this time I decided I wanted to hold the line. I loaded the stink bait, cast the line in the water, sat down in my lawn chair and waited. He and I sat there talking and watching the water move gently, until I felt tugging at the line and no longer saw the red and white bobber. My heart started racing and I stood up ready to reel in the line. I couldn't just yank the line though, I had to finesse it to make sure the fish actually had the bait and wasn't just playing around with me. Once I was confident that the fish was on the line, I began to reel it in. But as I reeled, the catfish fought back; I tugged and it tugged. I tugged some more and it pulled back. Eventually I won the exchange and had another catfish to add to the cooling chest.
Four catfish is definitely not bad for two individuals who DO NOT fish! ( I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried!) We paused long enough for me to get more ice and use the facilities. Upon my return, we repeated the process but nothing ever bit the line again. So for another hour we baited, we cast, we waited and nothing else happened. During that time we talked about what was different now and why the fish weren't biting. Then we reflected back to the moment that we caught the first fish and what we had done during that time.
God begin to show me something. Initially we used the worms because we were confident that the live bait would draw the fish. We repeated the process only to find out the method that we were using was not the best method. Although we were hesitant in using the stink bait, it would take the horrific aroma to draw the fish (blessings) toward us. It got me thinking about how God works in our lives sometimes through stinky situations.
So many times we follow the same patterns and are stuck in our way of doing things because we think it's the best method. Oftentimes the blessings do not come until we rest in the fact that God uses stinky situations to bless us. Maybe your stinky situation is the death of a loved one, the loss of a job or the end of a relationship. If we were to be honest with ourselves, we would realize that the blessing can't come until after the mess. It's in the messiness and the stinkiness that you realize you are no longer in control. It takes the horrific aroma to heighten your sense of awareness that God is right there in the midst of the situation.
So allow me to encourage you to keep fighting, keep praying, keep throwing the line but realize that you might have to change the bait. God can use the stink bait to attract your blessing. God can use the death of a loved one for you to realize the gifting that already lies within you. God can use the end of a relationship to catapult you into your destiny as you learn to hear and love the power of your own voice. God can even use the loss of a job for you to recognize that He is truly the source of your supply. What you're going through right now might not be pleasant, but rest assured that God can use your stink bait to attract the blessing and give you the victory in the end.
So don't run from the stinky situations, just ask God to show you what He wants you to learn as you sit and wait patiently on Him. Just as the catfish were in the water before we even arrived, so too is your blessing right there for you. Perhaps God is just waiting on you to switch it up and appreciate the stink bait.
Now walk it out....
If this blessed you, feel free to leave a message below.
Friday is usually the day that my husband likes to golf. Since we noticed that the last two times he walked the golf course he became dehydrated and ill, he decided to leave it alone this week. He walked into the kitchen on Thursday announcing that he had a GREAT idea and we would be going fishing the next day. I laughed all the way to Walmart as we purchased the fishing license and permit, along with the folding lawn chairs, live worms, tackle box and stink bait.
On Friday morning as the boys were getting dressed for school, he was preparing our lunch and snacks for this day. I tell you that this was so funny to me. Are we really about to go fishing? Mind you, neither of us knows how to fish!!!!
So after we dropped the boys off at school, we proceeded to the fishing hole not too far from the house. We drove around trying to find the right location, so we wouldn't disturb anyone else but that was an equally appealing area. After 10 minutes or so, we settled on a spot and began to unload the car. Both he and I were extremely giddy and excited to be able to sit quietly for a couple of hours without any interruptions.
I loaded the fishing rod carefully with the live worm as he situated the weights and the red & white bobber on the line. We were all set, so we cast the line and waited. He felt the tugging of the line and the adrenaline started pumping. Soon thereafter the bobber resurfaced, but when he reeled the line in there was no fish and the worm was gone. We simply laughed and threw the line out again. This was repeated 3 times without any success, so we decided to switch it up.
It was time to pull out the stink bait, which consisted of shrimp and chicken blood. Boy did it really STINK! We lost a couple of pieces, due to the bait falling off as we cast out the line. We simply reapplied the stink bait, cast the line and waited. Within 5 minutes, we had caught our first catfish. We were so surprised and exhilarated and repeated the same process. Two more catfish on the line!
We placed all the catfish in the ice chest and set out to do it again.
Up to this point Byron had been catching the fish, but this time I decided I wanted to hold the line. I loaded the stink bait, cast the line in the water, sat down in my lawn chair and waited. He and I sat there talking and watching the water move gently, until I felt tugging at the line and no longer saw the red and white bobber. My heart started racing and I stood up ready to reel in the line. I couldn't just yank the line though, I had to finesse it to make sure the fish actually had the bait and wasn't just playing around with me. Once I was confident that the fish was on the line, I began to reel it in. But as I reeled, the catfish fought back; I tugged and it tugged. I tugged some more and it pulled back. Eventually I won the exchange and had another catfish to add to the cooling chest.
Four catfish is definitely not bad for two individuals who DO NOT fish! ( I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried!) We paused long enough for me to get more ice and use the facilities. Upon my return, we repeated the process but nothing ever bit the line again. So for another hour we baited, we cast, we waited and nothing else happened. During that time we talked about what was different now and why the fish weren't biting. Then we reflected back to the moment that we caught the first fish and what we had done during that time.
God begin to show me something. Initially we used the worms because we were confident that the live bait would draw the fish. We repeated the process only to find out the method that we were using was not the best method. Although we were hesitant in using the stink bait, it would take the horrific aroma to draw the fish (blessings) toward us. It got me thinking about how God works in our lives sometimes through stinky situations.
So many times we follow the same patterns and are stuck in our way of doing things because we think it's the best method. Oftentimes the blessings do not come until we rest in the fact that God uses stinky situations to bless us. Maybe your stinky situation is the death of a loved one, the loss of a job or the end of a relationship. If we were to be honest with ourselves, we would realize that the blessing can't come until after the mess. It's in the messiness and the stinkiness that you realize you are no longer in control. It takes the horrific aroma to heighten your sense of awareness that God is right there in the midst of the situation.
So allow me to encourage you to keep fighting, keep praying, keep throwing the line but realize that you might have to change the bait. God can use the stink bait to attract your blessing. God can use the death of a loved one for you to realize the gifting that already lies within you. God can use the end of a relationship to catapult you into your destiny as you learn to hear and love the power of your own voice. God can even use the loss of a job for you to recognize that He is truly the source of your supply. What you're going through right now might not be pleasant, but rest assured that God can use your stink bait to attract the blessing and give you the victory in the end.
So don't run from the stinky situations, just ask God to show you what He wants you to learn as you sit and wait patiently on Him. Just as the catfish were in the water before we even arrived, so too is your blessing right there for you. Perhaps God is just waiting on you to switch it up and appreciate the stink bait.
Now walk it out....
If this blessed you, feel free to leave a message below.
Saturday, April 30, 2016
I'm back....I've been preparing for Uncharted Territory
This morning, I'm writing to you from a retreat center close to Atlanta Georgia. I am here facilitating a Women's Retreat and the Lord truly blessed last night. Shortly, I will get up and join the ladies for session #2 and I'm so excited.
When I rose this morning the words, Uncharted Territory came running around in my mind. This will be the theme for our Women's Empowerment Conference in September. As I began writing the thesis, God just kept speaking and I thought I'd share it with you.
1 Corinthians 2:9
9 But
as it is written: “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor have entered into the
heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.
God wants to do some amazing
things in and through you. He wants to
take you to a place in Him where you’ve never gone before. God wants to reveal Himself to you so that
you can begin to see things clearly and walk in purpose. God desires that you prosper and be in good health just as your soul
prospers (III John 2). God has no limitations and He desires for you to see
yourself with limitless possibilities.
God wants ALL of this for you
and is now asking, “Do you want these things for yourself? Are you prepared to go where I am sending
you? Are you ready to acquire the correct tools for the journey? Will you trust
the process?”
Often we hinder our own
blessings and success because we live out of past mistakes and failures. We tried once before and it failed, so we have
thrown up our hands and given up. During
the Women’s Empowerment Conference, you
will learn and put into practice how to prepare for uncharted territory.
Would you take a fishing rod
on a hunting trip? Would you carry scuba diving gear on a hiking
expedition? The exact direction in which
you will travel may be foreign to you, but there are some necessary tools you
will need to sustain you throughout the journey. One of our goals is to make sure that you are
packed properly for the trip.
_______________
As I am preparing for this journey and acquiring the proper tools for myself, I'll be sure to check with you periodically. I'm ready to go where God sends me! I must admit that this a scary confession; but I told the Lord I am available to be used by Him. My prayer for you is that you would be open and ready for the move of God in and over your life, as well.
Now walk it out....................... (equipped with the proper tools)
Saturday, March 5, 2016
Push Past the Pain
I woke up around 6:15 am and couldn't go back to sleep. I laid in the bed contemplating what I was going to do. Should I get up and put a load of clothes in? Should I get up and start breakfast? Should I wake my husband up for a few stolen moments? I couldn't make up my mind, so I just laid there quietly, deciding not to move. Before even placing my feet on the ground, I could tell that I was sore from doing zumba last night. Actually, my back was tight before the class even began, but I was determined that I was going to shake my hips like I'd lost my mind.
Anyway, I couldn't lie there any longer and started contemplating taking Arby for a morning walk. I began envisioning which outfit I was going to wear, which shoes had the orthotics in them, tried to figure out if I would wear a hat, tried to remember where my fanny pack was so I could jog without worrying whether my phone would fall out, and the list goes in. I hadn't yet stood up, but I had already figured all of these things out in my head. Nothing was going to stop me now.....I had a plan. That was until I finally stood up and I couldn't straighten my back immediately, my left knee had a little tweak in it and my right foot hurt was hurting due to a fallen arch. I pushed past the pain, because I was determined to execute the plan. It took me about 7 minutes to get my workout gear on, drink some water and get Arby on his leash.
Once outside, I turned on my music station filled with nature sounds. But before I could get the earbuds in, I heard birds chirping and singing and the sound of the wind rushing past my ears. At that moment I decided that I would let my sounds become one with the sounds of nature, so I put my phone away. What a beautiful clamoring in the sky!
As Arby and I took our first few steps, my body ached. My hips and hamstrings were tight and had not properly warmed up. But as I continued slowly, I could quickly feel my joints loosening. The synovial fluid was lubricating my joints making the pain go away. We walked 1/2 a mile and then turned around and jogged back. When we returned to our starting point, I realized that I actually felt great so we decided to keep going. What a glorious decision! I prayed for my entire household as I jogged and when I later heard a siren, I began praying help for someone in need. (Mommy used to do that whenever an ambulance passed us on the highway..."touch Jesus, somebody needs your help".) It was at that moment that I considered maybe God woke me up just to cry out for that individual who will never know my name.
Maybe God was using my early morning prayers to the cover my family for the day. This walk wasn't even about me! The enemy was trying to discourage me from my assignment by pointing out all of my aches and pain. Had I just put my earbuds in, I might have missed God talking to me. God wanted me to be fully present, to live in the moment and to accomplish the assignment that was meant for me today. The focus was taken off of me because there was a mighty work to do.
I encourage you today to push past the pain that you feel...whether it's physical, mental or emotional. God wants you to be fully aware of His presence in your life. Recognize that the trials may come so that you have a testimony to share with others. While you may feel tired by the cares of life, there is someone out there who is on the verge of suicide who needs to hear YOUR story. Man this thing ain't even about you! (yes, I said ain't) Push past it and PRAY that God would reveal HIS plan for your day and your life.
Now walk it out............... (the synovial fluid in your joints will help you, I promise)
Anyway, I couldn't lie there any longer and started contemplating taking Arby for a morning walk. I began envisioning which outfit I was going to wear, which shoes had the orthotics in them, tried to figure out if I would wear a hat, tried to remember where my fanny pack was so I could jog without worrying whether my phone would fall out, and the list goes in. I hadn't yet stood up, but I had already figured all of these things out in my head. Nothing was going to stop me now.....I had a plan. That was until I finally stood up and I couldn't straighten my back immediately, my left knee had a little tweak in it and my right foot hurt was hurting due to a fallen arch. I pushed past the pain, because I was determined to execute the plan. It took me about 7 minutes to get my workout gear on, drink some water and get Arby on his leash.
Once outside, I turned on my music station filled with nature sounds. But before I could get the earbuds in, I heard birds chirping and singing and the sound of the wind rushing past my ears. At that moment I decided that I would let my sounds become one with the sounds of nature, so I put my phone away. What a beautiful clamoring in the sky!
As Arby and I took our first few steps, my body ached. My hips and hamstrings were tight and had not properly warmed up. But as I continued slowly, I could quickly feel my joints loosening. The synovial fluid was lubricating my joints making the pain go away. We walked 1/2 a mile and then turned around and jogged back. When we returned to our starting point, I realized that I actually felt great so we decided to keep going. What a glorious decision! I prayed for my entire household as I jogged and when I later heard a siren, I began praying help for someone in need. (Mommy used to do that whenever an ambulance passed us on the highway..."touch Jesus, somebody needs your help".) It was at that moment that I considered maybe God woke me up just to cry out for that individual who will never know my name.
Maybe God was using my early morning prayers to the cover my family for the day. This walk wasn't even about me! The enemy was trying to discourage me from my assignment by pointing out all of my aches and pain. Had I just put my earbuds in, I might have missed God talking to me. God wanted me to be fully present, to live in the moment and to accomplish the assignment that was meant for me today. The focus was taken off of me because there was a mighty work to do.
I encourage you today to push past the pain that you feel...whether it's physical, mental or emotional. God wants you to be fully aware of His presence in your life. Recognize that the trials may come so that you have a testimony to share with others. While you may feel tired by the cares of life, there is someone out there who is on the verge of suicide who needs to hear YOUR story. Man this thing ain't even about you! (yes, I said ain't) Push past it and PRAY that God would reveal HIS plan for your day and your life.
Now walk it out............... (the synovial fluid in your joints will help you, I promise)
Monday, February 22, 2016
Is it better to be selfish or selfless? Continue reading before you answer...
Somehow to say that you are selfless seems noble and just. To say that one is selfless is to say that they have little or no concern for oneself, especially with regard to fame, position, money, etc. You think of people like Mother Teresa and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Always there for others; putting the concerns of others before your own. Some might even go as far to say that being selfless is synonymous with being close to God. Hmm? So what happens when in your selflessness, you begin to lose sight of who you are.
You're good at diagnosing the problems for others, but fail to see that you are struggling yourself. You focus on helping your children, your family, your friends, your co-workers, your church, your civic organizations, any and everyone; yet, you are slowly becoming unrecognizable to yourself. In all of your doing, you have forgotten to breathe and live. So you run from one person to the next, one job to the next, one meeting to the next only to realize that you are empty at the end of the day. You have poured so much of yourself out to others that there is nothing less for yourself. You go to bed exhausted and frustrated, only to wake up the next morning and do the very same thing. Ugh!
Wait! Did I just strike a nerve? Your stomach just became unsettled, didn't it? You just realized that I have painted the canvas of your life. Go ahead, take a deep breath!!! The first step is awareness. You now know that what you have been doing is a 'hot mess'!
Selflessness has you with bags under your eyes, looking 5-7 years older than you really are.
Selflessness has you suffering with anxiety with your bowels either locked up or flowing constantly.
Selflessness has you developing a balding pattern due to the stress.
Selflessness has you crying yourself to sleep at night because you are trying to figure out what's wrong, but can't quite put your finger on it.
Selflessness has you mad at the very people that you are helping because you're waiting for them to participate in their own liberation.
Selflessness has you putting your dreams on hold so as not to make others around you feel inadequate.
Selflessness has you digging yourself into an early grave.
Is that too deep for you? Some of you are probably questioning, "does this girl even know Jesus?...you're supposed to give your life for others". (Don't deny it, I felt you.)
Yes, God wants you to be there for others, but as my mother-in-law used to always tell me, "You can't give from an empty cup". And many of you are EMPTY as you read this. The question is, "Now that I am aware, how do I turn this thing around?"
I simply say that it's time to be just a little selfish. Selfish is defined as devoted to or caring only for oneself; concerned primarily with one's own interests, benefits, welfare,etc. Now I'm not saying that you should live your life ONLY caring about yourself, but maybe it's time to focus on yourself temporarily.
Temporary selfishness may look like meditating in the morning and taking cleansing breaths to start the day.
Temporary selfishness may look like having a a morning cup of coffee or smoothie on the back porch...just 15 minutes of quiet time.
Temporary selfishness may be taking the dog for a walk in the park or around the neighborhood. (That's at least a 20-minute stroll of solitude).
Temporary selfishness may be joining an exercise class, once a week, and sticking to it. (Making everyone honor that this is YOUR time.)
Temporary selfishness might be taking the kids to the library and, once they're situated, sitting at your own table to write out your dreams and goals.
Temporary selfishness may look like eating by yourself during lunch rather than catching up on the latest gossip with co-workers.
Temporary selfishness may look like taking a nap when the baby is napping, instead of cleaning the house.
Temporary selfishness might be taking yourself to dinner during 'happy hour', not to meet anyone, but to get the same food for half-price at the bar. (You won't feel guilty because you've saved a lot of money.)
Temporary selfishness might be going to bed early, while curling up with a good book.
For some of you this might be hard to do, but it is necessary and it's worth it. We all must learn to be good to ourselves before we can serve others. When you are fulfilled, you won't struggle with helping to fill others. Temporary selfishness is nothing more than learning to live in the moment and with intention. Intentionally carving out time for yourself before you dig yourself into a grave by giving selflessly to others. (Honey, they will cry at your funeral and will quickly move on when you're gone...so get a grip.)
It's a practice that you must adopt soon. Your sanity depends on it!
So to answer the original question, "is it better to be selfish or selfless?". I think it's absolutely necessary to be a little bit of both.
Now walk it out...
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Take your hands off the world
Today, I want to share a video message with you. I didn't have to type and fully explain how God spoke to me regarding trusting Him and letting go.
Travel the journey with me on this Youtube clip, "Take your hands off the world".
I pray that you will be encouraged and simply STOP worrying about everything.
Now walk it out........
Saturday, January 30, 2016
BIND it and RELEASE it!
Lord, there are
sisters out there crying because they don't see how they are going to make it.
I ask you, on their behalf, that you would give them peace right now in the
name of Jesus.
Help them to see that there is a purpose in their pain. You desire to get the glory out of every situation and you have not left them. Let them see that you are right beside them, holding them up so that they will not fall. You did not forsake them, but you are building them up to be a blessing to someone down the road.
I BIND the spirit of depression that would come to weigh them down.
I BIND the spirit of anxiety that keeps them on spook at all times.
I BIND the evil spirit that would come to silence them and not seek out help.
I RELEASE the spirit of joy that would let them know that
the "joy of the Lord is their strength"... and the strength of the
Lord can be their joy.
I RELEASE the spirit of peace to envelop them and calm their minds.
I RELEASE the spirit of forgiveness so they can forgive themselves and learn to love themselves again.
I RELEASE the spirit of peace to envelop them and calm their minds.
I RELEASE the spirit of forgiveness so they can forgive themselves and learn to love themselves again.
For every tear that falls I ask that you would bottle it and
then release it over their heads, as if you were pouring out blessings upon
them. Rain on them as you reign over the Earth.
I believe that you can and will do it God and so I trust you
and thank you as I close this prayer.
Allow each woman to adopt the song that they "I don't look like what I've been through". They may feel like they're currently in a fiery furnace, but help them to recognize that they can come out and not even smell like smoke.
We love you, we praise you and we honor you God!
And we walk it out with you…..
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