Saturday, October 17, 2015

Slugs

Photographer: Bill Williams (Retrieved October 17, 2015 from https://unsplash.com)

After a restless early evening, processing the stress that accompanies work and managing adult responsibilities, I drifted back to sleep.  Although the exact details of my dream are still fuzzy, I distinctly remember stepping on a slug and scraping its remains on a stairwell step I was climbing. 

I awoke and googled the significance of slugs in the Bible.  I couldn't find a scripture or any scriptural commentary that could support my reasoning of the dream's significance.  I visited Wikipedia and learned that slugs are in the habit of eating fruits and vegetables before they are ready for harvest; the fruit is left with holes that make it vulnerable to disease.  The Wikipedia entry went on to detail that slugs can be killed with salt.

Immediately, my spirit jumped to Matthew 5:13 which declares that we are the salt of the earth.

The slugs in our lives, those things sent to destroy our fruit - debt, depression, insanity, fear, and the like - don't stand a chance because we are the weapon, the salt, that can defeat them.  

In an act of agreement with this revelation, I am throwing salt on my car note and declaring that the debt will be erased in Jesus' name! Ha!  Dramatic - I know.  But I'm believing it!

God has equipped us to overcome.  Take time to pray today, in accordance with the truth God outlined in His Word, that your slugs are defeated because you are the salt of the earth.  And prepare yourself to experience the wondrous glory - goodness - of God in your circumstances!

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Distortion

Genesis 1:27 - So God created man in his [own] image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.

On those not so pleasant mornings, the ones when I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, I shuffle to the bathroom and stare in the mirror.  "Are we really doing this again today?"  On those days, there appears to be a misalignment of my feelings and the routine set out for me.  

The image reflected back at me is dull.  I am not excited to start the day.  On particular mornings, the image is not only dull but desperate.  I see the face of a young woman seeking approval and acceptance, feeling as though she is lacking both.

One morning, I sought out the lie I was believing about myself, that I am not worthy, and was hit with a revelation.

The enemy cannot create; he can only counterfeit.  He did not and cannot make man in his image. [We were made, fashioned, formed, created in God's image.]  So, the enemy will hold up a mirror to reflect an image to you... but, the mirror is awash in distortion.  You see the image - a lie - and you start to believe it.


https://images.unsplash.com/uploads/14111561610441c5ad441/24fe8f31?q=80&fm=jpg&s=d5ea4fd132b291e4a9c481854ac57417
By Kaleb Nimz.  Retrieved August 30, 2015 from https://unsplash.com/.

With this insight in hand, I refuse to subscribe to the distorted image the enemy wants me to see.   In this pursuit of Christ, my final appearance will be like God as demonstrated by Jesus's human walk.  I will look like a humble, kind bond-servant committed to seeing the kingdom manifest here on earth.  As a child of God, I am formed and fashioned in righteousness and am greatly loved by the one who calls me daughter and friend.  Any thought that presents itself in contradiction to the truth of who I am in Christ will be cast away and my heart, repositioned to look upon the Father for my true resemblance.

Thank you Lord for the truth!  I count it a privilege to look like you, to carry the family resemblance as I walk this earth.  Continue to mold me.  I will seek you, always.  

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Free

I strutted down the hallway.  In a sense, I Olivia Pope'd it.

I had my new eyewear on.  I had already slipped into my comfy flip-flops.  My arms were out.  My hair, moisturized, bouncy, and swaying in its natural-ness.  The weather in Atlanta was spring-time perfect - you know soft sun, gentle breeze, and all that jazz.

I approached my apartment door.  And with a step, I heard a pulse.  The "pulse" said, "You're free."

Days before, I facilitated public health discussions with colleagues in North Carolina.  During the discussions, I was sometimes quiet and when I did speak, I stumbled over my words while trying to articulate myself perfectly and appear competent.  (I was trying too hard.) By the end of the visit, things sailed smoothly and I contributed valuable information to the discussions.  But of course, I beat myself up concerning the missteps.  "Elise, you should have explained it this way!"  

When I heard "free", I burst into tears!  In the hallway!  It hit me right in the insecure place of my heart.  I'M FREE.  I'm free to misspeak and to be misunderstood.  I am free to feel sexy and beautiful.  I am free to laugh out loud and snort when I do.  I am free to exude both confidence and naivete.  I am free to receive compliments and gifts.   I am free to love my dog - and instruct everyone around me on how to love her too.  I am free to say "no" and "yes".  I am free to work diligently and also to procrastinate.  I am free! 

Psalm 118:5 reads, "In my anguish I cried to the Lord, and he answered by setting me free."

I've experienced plenty of anguish-filled nights.  My prayers, some answered and others still swishing around this nebulous atmosphere of heaven and earth, have been filled with pleas for relief, rescue, and comfort.  The Lord has answered by setting me free!  He has set me free from the laws of sin and death.  He has delivered me from lies.  I identify with Christ.  He calls me His own.  I am free to love God and to be loved by God, to know God and to be known by God.  I am free to stumble and receive His Grace and Mercy.   I am free, y'all!  And I'm not turning back.



Sunday, May 10, 2015

Vulnerability

I sat, naked and alone.

I awaited the doctor's entry into the room.  Clothed with nothing but a paper vest and an equally fragile paper blanket across my lap, I felt insecure. 

I suddenly remembered all of the moments when I felt helpless.  I felt helpless when my mother battled her anxiety and depression. I felt helpless when I thought I would never make it through graduate school.  I felt most helpless when I believed God had forgotten about me.

My renewed mind kicked in.  Scriptures rose from the depths of my heart.  I heard, "I will never leave you nor forsake you."  I heard, "The Lord is near to all who call on him."  I recaptured, "The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe."

Immediately, as I meditated on the truth communicated through these scriptures, an overwhelming feeling of peace washed over me.  

The appointment proceeded as routinely as expected.   And throughout the visit, I worshiped God for being near, dear, and ever so comforting in every aspect of my life.




Thursday, February 19, 2015

Life Sentence

Matthew 12:36-37 Amplified Bible (AMP)

36 But I tell you, on the day of judgment men will have to give account for every idle (inoperative, nonworking) word they speak.
37 For by your words you will be justified and acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned and sentenced.




In verse three of the first chapter of the Book of Genesis we initially encounter the refrain, "Let there be light."  With words, God illuminated the universe.  Likewise, we can illuminate our lives, our futures, using words.  Many times though, we choose to darken our lives with powerless words.  I remember days when I stood in mirror and called myself an idiot.  (Yikes!)  I have friends who repeatedly say, "I'm weird" or "Good things like that don't happen to me".  (Double yikes!)

I believe that I poisoned my life with the lie that I was an idiot.  Because of that lie, I feared making decisions, believing that each one would be a mistake.  How can an idiot choose wisely after all?  But today, with a renewed mind, I believe I'm brilliant.  Seriously.  And that God is with me, His Holy Spirit prompting me to use wisdom and discernment.  Today, I use "working" words - words of power and truth (in alignment with God's word and nature) so that I sentence myself to a life of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. 

I weep for the men and women, boys and girls, sentenced to death with words of failure, defeat, wrath, and other ungodly characteristics.  I choose, we choose, life.  The Body of Christ chooses life.  And now, we renounce all inoperative, condemning words spoken over the children of God.  And today, we declare a future filled with powerful words that foster light and life.  God, be with us.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Weapons (Part I)

2 Corinthians 10: 3-6 (NKJV)
For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh.  For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ, and being ready to punish all disobedience when your obedience is fulfilled.

War.

We war for purpose.  We war for prosperity.  We war for peace.  We war for freedom.  We war for love.

In this battle, I have found that indeed the weapons are not carnal.  When I am battling a "woe is me" mindset or a feeling of rejection, I don't whip out my Jesus machete.  (Although one can argue that we in fact whip out a sword - the Word of the Lord - when in the midst of battle.)

I have learned that there are many other weapons in inventory at our disposal.   The Lord has been showing me how to wield each one.


Rest is a weapon.
"A lion rests for 20 hours a day.  Doesn't make him any less ferocious.  When you're divinely in step with your God-given nature and identity, the four hours of activity are filled with power.  It's enough to carry your reputation." 
-Author Unknown (Graham Cooke maybe?)

Hebrews 4: 9-11 (NIV)
"There remains, then, a Sabbath-rest for the people God; for anyone enters God's rest also rests from his own work, just as God did from his. Let us, therefore, make every effort to enter that rest, so that no one will fall by following their example of disobedience."

I was doing too much.  I was in graduate school and I was burnt out.  Since kindergarten I was hell-bent on achieving.  So when my academic striving became so painful that I cried myself to sleep every night I did not know what to do with myself! Toward the end of my graduate school career, advisers told me to apply to doctoral programs; "just keep going."  But I couldn't.  I sat down to type applications to five top doctoral programs and I burst into tears.  The Lord invited me to rest.  I took a break.  I stopped working the entire month after graduation and took an entire month off before I started my new job in Atlanta.  During my time off, the Lord revealed that I sought acceptance through achievement.  He began to unravel this "trait" and that's when I started my journey toward wholeness and freedom.  I am now equipped to recognize the lies of the enemy concerning acceptance/rejection, and can apply God's truth to replace each lie.  Thank you for rest!  It's okay to take a break - to rest one's mind and seek recovery.  The creator of the universe rested!  We can too.  


Repentance is a weapon.
"Bear fruit in keeping with repentance." 
-John the Baptist (Matthew 3:8 ESV)

Her feelings of discontent had held her down long enough.  My dear college friend was ready for a change in her life but did not know where to begin.  As she sought the Lord for direction, she prepared a list of stumbling blocks in her life.  Lo and behold, the list turned out to be a feature of her broken relationships with men.  She pressed in.  Guided by a prayer featured in the book Captivating, my friend repented of her sexual sin.  As soon as she repented, the Holy Spirit whispered to her.  She was instructed to get rid of her furniture and to buy storage bins; the Lord was preparing her for a big move.  Needless to say, the instructions were exactly what my friend wanted (and needed) to hear.  I believe that if she hadn't repented, she wouldn't have heard the whisper of the Holy Spirit.  Her sin pile-up prevented the undistorted hearing of God's Word.  As she repented, the sludge was removed and she heard what was necessary to continue her journey of purposeful living.  


Prayer is a weapon.
"A person who speaks in tongues is strengthened personally..." 
-Paul (1 Corinthians 14:4)

It goes without saying that prayer allows us to draw near to God and pour out our hearts to Him.  When we pray, we bring our spirits into alignment with God's promises and submit our will to His ("thy will be done").  When we pray in tongues, we strengthen our inner-man.  The enemy cannot distract our hearts and minds when we pray in tongues.  How did I start?  A friend gifted in speaking tongues prayed with me over the phone.  As she prayed, I kept my heart open, shut my mind off, and allowed my tongue to be overwhelmed by God.  I began babbling.  As my friend's prayer intensified, my expression of tongues grew.  Now, I pray in tongues and am empowered knowing that God has communicated to my spirit - it reminds me that He is real, powerful, and has my back! Hallelujah!


There are many weapons to wield in this battle.  What weapons has God shown you? 




Monday, February 2, 2015

Break-up Blues| The Single Girl Recovery Kit

I had lunch with a friend today.  On Saturday, her boyfriend gave her a commitment ring.  Six hours later he decided that they wouldn't work.  She's hurt.  

But not alone!  

I told her that I would be there to support her throughout this break-up season.  And I also provided the following resources.  

If you or someone you know would benefit, please pass these resources along!


1) Captivating - I cried and cried and cried reading this!  But it enriched my understanding of my identity so much.  Check it out!
 
 
 
 
5) Peaceful Single Girl (Blog) - April gets right to the heart of the matter. We are discontent because we can't have our way.  Throughout her posts, April explains the importance of loving ourselves, respecting men, and trusting God.  Her God-inspired topics and explanations are not mainstream, however they are critically important.  I can personally attest to a transformation in the way I view and treat men as a result of reading her posts.  Enjoy!  

With Love - Mama Lise

Beauty for Ashes

Isaiah 61:3 [Full Chapter] (via BibleGateway)
To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the Lord has planted for his own glory. 
 
 
I'm still kicking.  And dear readers I apologize for my writing hiatus.  I have spent these past few months unloading my to-do list.  For months I had promised to send support emails for my dear friend's EmbRace Healing campaign and petition, to review resumes and send professional development resources, and even to reconnect with my various church groups and ministries.  And as the backlog of "to-do" items increased, my quiet time with the Lord decreased.  I became very unproductive!  And that frustrated me to no end.
 
I decided it was time to prioritize.  As I handled my business (so to speak) the voice of the Lord rang louder each day.  And here I am, thankful for this space to unload, unwind, and maybe even minister from time to time. 

(See that's me!)


On Saturday, I returned to Daystar Atlanta to serve on the prophetic team.   A sister duo entered the appointment room with a desire to hear an encouraging word from the Lord.  After a few moments of prayer and contemplation, I received an image.  I saw one sister walking out in front of a large group.  She was leading her family.  She was carrying a large backpack.  Unfortunately, the backpack was filled with heavy stones.  For a long time, this sister was able to carry the stones.  But now, she had grown weary.  

I saw the Lord approach her.  He wanted to trade.  He instructed me to tell her that instead of stones, he wanted to give her a toolkit filled with resources from heaven to face life's obstacles.  For each stone, He would trade her an arrow - a targeted strategy - for dealing with sickness, debt, and other concerns.  He asked her though, "Do you want it?"

The Lord is a gentleman.  He doesn't force or impose His will on us.  We are allowed to say no (free will) and He will back off.  But in the end we all know what happens.  Each space that we deny God access to becomes an idol, stumbling block, or other damaging dimension of our lives.  How long do we strive with a backpack full of stones when God wants to hand us exactly what we need to overcome?

So as I start this blogging journey for 2015, I have to ask - Will I, will you, allow God to impart beauty (good things) in exchange for the ashes (dead and hurt places) in our lives?