A Word From God – – For You 3

Ready for God to Share something special with you today?   I hope so because here it comes!


My prayer for you is that you will be strengthened in the Power of His Might; that you will know and understand how to put on the whole armor of God.


That armor is prayer armor!  Yes – you have to wear it.  Your clothes don’t jump right out of the closet and get on you each day, right?  Neither will your prayer armor – so start with the Helmet of Salvation and get dressed!


You have asked of God,  and He is showing Himself strong in your behalf.


Focus!  You must keep your focus!  Don’t look around for affirmation anywhere else.


Only God can affirm you.


God will use others who hear from Him, but be careful, because not everyone who says, “thus saith the Lord” is actually from God.


The Lord will surround you with those who will build you up and NOT tear you


down.  Pay no attention to those nay-sayers.  Those who have stabbed you in the back will ultimately just fade away.  You will look for them and you will not find them.


Lean the whole of your personality on God.  Proverbs 3:5-6 will be your key.  Otherwise, think of it like this……


          If I don’t trust in the Lord with all my heart
          But I choose to lean to my OWN understanding
          Then in all my ways I won’t acknowledge God, so . . . .
          HE can’t possibly direct my path!!           


Stuck on “pause?”  Rewind and get back into trust. Now move forward and let the Peace that passes all understanding rule your mind and your heart! That Peace will enlighten your inner man and you will know what to do in every circumstance and in every situation.


God’s Word is His will – it is His measuring stick for us.   Take the plunge – go for “Immersion Therapy”.  A little dunk now and then won’t help much.


He is drawing you deeper into relationship with Him.  Oh yes . . He will be tightening your walk too.  Suddenly, things that seemed okay at one time, will no longer be okay for you.  Just shake them off and run from anything that tries to trap you.


You ARE a NEW CREATION IN Christ Jesus.  Old things have passed away and all things are getting changed around, making room for new thoughts, ideas and actions.  You won’t be able to take credit for any of this because it will all be initiated by The Holy Spirit. The crooked places will line up and be made straight – your knees won’t get out of joint.


Old ways of thinking and responding will dissipate.  Expect it.  This happens when the light of His truth shines.  Others may think you odd and not agree with you any longer.  That’s alright as long as you are in agreement with The God of you Salvation, you’ll stay confident.  You will be the one who receives answers to prayer, while others are just ‘a wishin’ and ‘a hopin’.


When He told you to work out  your own Salvation, He simply meant for you to apply the things of the Spirit to the physical. That Salvation is in your inner being and you are to work at it – from the inside to the outside.


You will breathe a lot easier in the days to come.  Your composure will essentially rebound and you will be strengthened.  Why, you may ask?  Because you have purposed that your mouth will not transgress.  By the words of your lips, YOU will keep yourself from the path of the destroyer.  It is a process, so don’t turn back!


Finally . . . as you endeavor to keep your eyes, heart and thoughts on God, you will realize that He is already satisfying you with the fruit of Righteous living.


Amen – So be it!


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A Fresh “Amen” 2

~ Sometimes we need to rethink ~
. . . Get a fresh paradigm.
. . .     Step away from conventional thought
. . .     Stop trying to change where we’re at
. . .     Quit wishing for something different


~ Without proper eyes to “see” ~
. . .     All we will see is the same old life
. . .     The same old job, same old people
. . .     Living from sensation to sensation
. . .     Stale discontentment fuels unrest


~ God set our guidelines but ~
. . .     We fret; eyes full of greener grass
. . .     Ears listening for better opportunities
. . .     Flesh itches –  Desire increases – Contentment flees
. . .     Searching becomes addiction


~ Not all roads lead to completion ~
. . .     To satisfaction or even to peace
. . .     God has provided for ebb and flow
. . .     Of people and situations, and
. . .     Some are gone before we catch on


~ Perhaps the opportunity ~
. . .     Didn’t match our idea of what it should be
. . .     It didn’t fit our mold –  our preconceived ideas
. . .     We await the fresh, and when it comes
. . .     It slips from our hands, unrecognized. 


~ Only God can give us ~
. . .     Fresh sight – bright with His  vision
. . .     Fresh hearing – a clear understanding of His Voice
. . .     Fresh discipline – obedience channeled in His direction
. . .     Fresh fulfillment – His  approval which brings our delight!
And to all that, I say a “Fresh Amen”


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Deliverance is Flowing 2

Deliverance is Flowing

Deliverance is Flowing
Bondage is going
For I have chosen
To let Christ Live
Assurance is growing
My body is knowing
The Father is present to give!

You Are the God of Israel
And YOU are the God of me
I’m holding forth
The Word of Life
I’m laying every weight aside
Until I see my victory!

Deliverance is Flowing
Bondage is going
For I have chosen
To let Christ Live
Assurance is growing
My body is knowing
The Father is present to give!

You Are the God of Israel
And YOU are the God of me
I’m holding forth
The Word of Life
I’m laying every weight aside
Until I see my victory!


 
Deliverance is flowing . . .
 
N. Kehr
10/2011

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I Thought He Was Killing Her 2



My mother was choking and there was nothing I could do!


Screaming and commotion caught my ears, and I jetted into the house from the outside!   Arriving in time to see my father holding my diminutive mother against the wall by her throat, her feet dangling, I joined the rest of the kids yelling and pleading,


“Let her down  . . . stop it….let go of her . . . please….Daddy don’t hurt her!”


We all screamed and cried at the top of our voices, but he seemed not to notice.  His jaw was set, teeth clenched, with eyes revealing the epitome of rage! He pressed in harder toward the wall.


Thoughts flashed.  “Need a knife!  The kitchen!  Can’t leave her!”  


I’m not sure what finally broke the trance or caused him to release her, but I remember attacking him with all my might just before he did.  I didn’t care for myself and knew there might be retribution later. 


Overall, what a horrible, horrible sight for a child to have to see! 


My mother had been ill most of my young life and now that I was twelve, she was exceptionally weak and fragile. Her story was a bit like the woman in the Bible who had suffered everything at many physicians’ hands, and nothing worked but she only grew worse.  My mother had been a guinea pig for the medical community, for sure.


Evidentially, life, as my father had planned, had not gone as he expected.  There were always hospital bills, and bills for medications.  Four young children and a sick wife needed his care.  All of us suffered – not just him, but the smallest thing could activate his fury.  He was gone most of the time, but when he was at home, we all walked on eggshells. 


His favorite expression was “You worthless kids…”  And then he would go off on some tangent about how we never took care of anything.


Things happen in a household.   Things break.  Cheap things are just that, cheap!  They fell apart easily, yet we were made to feel like ungrateful dogs. 


Trust?  I didn’t trust him or anyone else.  Although he had his good side, and was even loving and kind, there were other times, when irrational behavior struck, it was like a Tsunami.  These days, the medical community would classify it as Bi-polar and put him on meds!


Extended family was always a mystery to me.  We were kept away from any who tried to intervene and help.  In recent years, I became acquainted with an uncle who told stories of their own father’s untamable rage.  Apparently his dad tied some of his sons to a chair in the barn and left them there for long stretches of time.  Periodically, he’d return to whip on them like a crazy man.  


That was my father’s father!  Eventually, that man, my grandfather, was crushed by a reaper on his farm – paralyzed – never to regain health or work the farm again.  He died younger than necessary and all of his sons did their best to leave the farm.


That generational curse plagued my father.   Over the years, the image of my mother held against the wall, helpless to deliver her-self, has haunted me. 


When challenges arose, I would see myself pinned against the wall – helpless and hopeless.  What was the point?  Although I didn’t understand it at the time, rejection had projected a tap root deep into my heart and was sucking the life out of me!


Inescapably, like a thick, disturbing, murkiness, foreboding hovered over me throughout my childhood.


Did I understand oppression or depression?  Not at all, but I knew something was amiss. As a kid, my breathing was always abated and my neck ached.  At times, I couldn’t think or concentrate.  I remained “on-guard”, always.


No wonder it was so hard to trust God!  Yet, when I cried out to Him, He intervened. 


Expecting that He was the only ONE who could get to the mess and DO something, I kept throwing myself on His mercy!  I didn’t know much, but at least I didn’t run from Him.


Through the years, it has been one foot in front of the other.  That’s called “walking”.  That’s what we do, walk, and NOT draw back. 


There is only ONE cure for the type of junk that the enemy throws our way!   It is called Immersion.  Immersion in The Word.  I chose to jump in and haven’t looked back since.  Not all of my siblings were so lucky, but I can say they had the same opportunities I did. 


My image of hanging helpless in life has now been replaced by that of my Jesus!  He hung, nailed and tortured, and died in my behalf.  Then – – He rose!  


There’s a song that says, “Mighty Warrior, dressed for battle…Holy Lord of all is HE!  Commander in Chief, bring us to attention; lead us into battle to crush the enemy!  For he has no authority here in this place – – “


Power, might and dominion are mine because of JESUS!


Because of Him, it is my absolute pleasure to present myself for duty, to tear down the evil strongholds that hold others captive.  I delight in doing my part as an intercessor.


Not limited to the prayer realm, intercessors can take to the streets too!


As God directs and equips, even YOU can reach in and pull people out of their hell-holes.  Hallelujah!


 If you’re “hanging around helpless,” feet dangling, make an exchange.  Do it now!


 I John 4:17 defines us. As Jesus Christ is, soare we in this world.  You have been empowered and energized.   Arise!


This song says it all:



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