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Insecurity “I”s that will incinerate you!

Insecurity

No temptation[a] has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted[b] beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted,[c] he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.

Therefore, my dear friends, flee from idolatry. I Corinthians 10:13-14

Idolatry is putting anything or anyone before the Lord. It is a subtle form of insecurity. It is easy to try and please others, especially as Christians.  We will tell subtle lies in order not to hurt someone’s feelings, and we may read other’s actions as contrary to our own welfare, and make assumptions.

Both are traps….from the enemy.  The Corinthian church had these same issues.  The enemy will tempt us…. but God, said He has already taken care of this for us in advance!

Whenever we feel these things try to tempt us…. Run!  Insecurity will incinerarte you and God’s plans for you! Run from insecurity…. Run into the security of Jesus!

Blessings,

Cinderella Released…from ashes to beauty.

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“I”s that will Incinerate You – Immobility

Fear

Immobility  – Fear will immobilize you as was in the case of Pastor Bobette Stubblefield,

Soon after our marriage began, my husband began to isolate me by forbidding me to spend time at church and with my family and friends. Isolation then begins to break down a person’s worth; and little by little steals their identity.  My husband would shove me down and overpower me physically.  …He would then urinate on me.  Fear became my captor (Stubblefield. March 20, 2004).

She also described how she would shake uncontrollably whenever she would think about going home or would drive toward her house. She stayed in the marriage for 12 years and faced fear daily.  Finally, one day, when she had to defend herself in a court battle over her children, she was forced to face fear head on.  Fearful, but determined to overcome it, she took courageous steps toward the courtroom door.  Just before entering the courtroom, she realized she was not alone and that God had stationed angels around her.  Bobette recalls that day:

But, before I walked in front of the judge, God opened my eyes like He opened the prophet Elijah servant’s eyes.  Elijah’s servant saw thousands of angels standing ready for battle on he and his country’s behalf.  When God allowed me to see into the spiritual realm, He showed me six angels dressed like Secret Service men.  They were with me walking arm in arm into the courtroom. I realized I was not alone anymore. The Bible says, “God has not given us a spirit of fear; but of power, and love, and a sound mind.”

For More information about how you can overcome fear….
Contact Marlene Hoenig
Cinderella Released….from ashes to beauty.
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What I spent I had, what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have. German Motto

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“How well I understand the feeling of the artist who painted the picture of the corpse of a once wealthy man and entitled it, Sic transit gloria mundi – So passes the glory of this world.  The material things of this world no longer excited me nor would they ever again.” Corrie Ten Boom – Tramp For The Lord

Corrie goes on to say, “It was during this time that I visited Haarlem, the town where I had spent more than fifty years of my life.  It was late in the evening as I walked through the streets.  Waiting before a traffic light, I had a strange feeling that the people should fall in line five by five as in the concentration camp.  Instead, they chatted about insignificant things and when the light changed, they moved on without anyone shouting at them.  Walking the streets that night, however, I felt growing in me a tremendous desire to tell all men, especially those in bondage to material things, of the One who can set us free from all prisons: Jesus.”

Corrie shares a reflection about one night when her sister Betsie and she were laying side by side, holding their coats over their heads. Betsie’s body had wasted away so that there was only thin skin stretched over her brittle bones. Betsie told Corrie, God showed me, that after the war we must give to the Germans that which they now try to take away from us; our love for Jesus.”

As I read and meditated on these words I felt somewhat ashamed but jealous of this woman’s zeal for the “eternal things”. My own issues seemed so minute to what Corrie had walked through. She had endured so much and come out of her crisis, trauma and grief with a desire to win souls to Jesus. As I prayed and asked to Lord to help me have more compassion for the lost souls of this world, “I felt Him say, “My love, my passion for the lost is available to all. My strength is made perfect in your weakness.

Whatever trauma or crisis we walk through, whatever the loss, whatever we spend can not be taken with us into eternity.  Only what we give to others in the name of the Lord will become eternal.  This should be our focus in our recovery or when we find ourselves released from trauma or crisis.  Overcoming and giving to others, sharing the love and plan of salvation to those who are lost, so they can have eternal life.

Those who are helping others recover from trauma or crisis, remember these words;

Jesus’ ministry was one of helping people achieve fullness of life and assisting them in developing their ability to deal with the problems, conflicts and burdens of life. Perhaps what’s really important for the counselor— whether professional or layman— is to consider why Jesus was so effective in His ministry. As we look at His personal life, the answer is evident.

For I did not speak of my own accord, but the Father who sent me commanded me what to say and how to say it (John 12: 49). I have brought you glory on earth by completing the work you gave me to do (John 17: 4).

References:

Wright, H. Norman (2011-12-09). The Complete Guide to Crisis & Trauma Counseling: What to Do and Say When It Matters Most! (p. 24). Gospel Light. Kindle Edition.

 

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Bouncing Back After Trauma

Bounce Back

“The test of success is not what you do when you are on top. Success is how high you bounce when you hit bottom.” -General George S. Patton

“bounce /bouns/ verb – to cause to bound and rebound — to spring back in a lively manner…”

To “bounce” means the ability to fight through an issue, to be resilient, to be able to stabilize after adversity. To recover — and to thrive.

In 2009 Rick Hoyt completed the Boston Marathon. This race was officially his 1000th race. Since 1977, Rick has competed in marathons, duathlons, and triathlons (6 of them being Ironman competitions). In 1992 Rick “ran” 3,735 miles in 45 days. Coast-to-coast.

Rick was born in 1962 to Dick and Judy Hoyt. As a result of oxygen deprivation to Rick’s brain at the time of his birth, Rick was diagnosed as aspastic quadriplegic with cerebral palsy. He would never walk or communicate as we do. He would never be “normal”. His life would be lived in a wheelchair.

In 1977, through the use of a special computer, Rick “told” his father that he wanted to participate in a 5-mile benefit run for a Lacrosse player who had been paralyzed in an accident. Not being a long-distance runner, Dick agreed to push Rick in his wheelchair. They finished all 5 miles, coming in next to last. “Team Hoyt” rose up from seemingly insurmountable odds and adversity. That’s “Bounce”!

When life simply isn’t fair. Filled with sickness… debt… or abandonment…

When the walls are pressing in… and you don’t even know your own name.

When you feel like you can’t breathe — or see. And there is absolutely nothing you can do.

When life isn’t the way it is supposed to be…

CONSIDER THIS:

  1. He understands. The writer of Hebrews reminds us that “…we do not have a high priest (Jesus the Son of God) who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses(frailty — feebleness — sickness — infirmities — troubles), but one who in every respect has been tempted (the trying and testing of our faith, virtue and character)as we are …” (Hebrews 4:14 ESV) He’s been there. He goes before you… and with you!
  2. He will strengthen you“And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace… will Himself restoreconfirmstrengthen, and establish you.” (1Peter 5:10 ESV)

Bounce back!

Put the devil on notice in your life… It’s time to get your dreams back… Get your family back… Get your marriage back… Get your anointing back… Get your strength back… Get your step back… Get your confidence back… Get your fight back!

Claim the life changing principle in Genesis 50:20. What satan, or even other people in your life, meant for evil, God can turn it for your good.

“You are from God and have overcome them, for He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world.” (1 John 4:4 ESV)

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Holy Experience – When All Hope Feels Like a Drought

 


When All Hope Feels Like a Drought

Posted: 25 Jul 2012 10:43 AM PDT

Aman can watch the sky like a plea.

“And we didn’t get nothing — not one drop.”

That’s what the farmer’s wife said to me before breakfast.

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How she headed home from town in a flat-out gully washer of a rain, thinking this was finally it — the whole dark sky like the ocean coming to find dry land, and she was just certain of it, the rain splatting across her windshield like a certain promise coming right now.

All the corn fields to the north and the south, they’ve been standing twisted right up for weeks.

Leaves curled tight and high in drought. Farmers, we call it pineappling — when corn leaves don’t hang relaxed, quenched and green and soaking in sun — but they writhe up like sharp pineapple spears — taut and parched and desperate to escape anymore heat.

It’s like the whole countryside’s reaching up like a begging.

But she said when she turned the bend, right there at the county line, not a mile and a half from the home farm, all that rain, all that hope, just evaporated into thin, clear air.

How there was nothing.

“When I turned up our lane, there was dust in the rearview mirror and rain coming down hard to the west.”

Hope, it can feel like a balloon string dangling over your head that you just can’t reach.

She shakes her head.

“I don’t think we’re going to make crop.”

That’d be like taking all of last year’s wage and investing it into a project — then putting in 12 hours a day everyday for six months, counting on it, and — and being told that you’ve just lost all of last year’s income — and you won’t be getting paid for this past six months either. That you’ll just have to go home with nothing — to a lot less — because the sky hanging right over your head, sky skirting with abundance just a mile to your north and a half mile to your south — it didn’t open up right overhead and let down your only lifeline.

Farmers in these parts are talking in days. How many days they’ve gone without rain. How many days left until their crop is futile in the field.

“We talked to a farmer who took his thousand acres and cut it down for silage — because when they peeled back the husks? None of the cobs — on a thousand acres — had even a kernel.”

Behind all the husks, there are a thousand ways that a life can feel barren.

Behind all the husks, there are a thousand ways there can seem not to be a kernel of hope at all.

The Farmer had emailed me while I was standing in a lobby in Port Au Prince, Haiti, in between blackouts, in between losing power in a country waiting for a gully-washer of hope. It had blinked up on the screen just before the dark: “We’ve never had a corn crop look so bad.”

And yet — hope is standing in the dark with a lamp lit with prayers.

The lights came back on.

I turn to the Farmer’s wife and I tell her what I had tapped back the Farmer: “So we pray.”

And the Farmer’s wife, she looks over at me and she says it in this sharp desperation of her own —

“You really think it works like that?”

Oh.

My silence, my interior groping — it must betray my confusion. She says it louder.

“You really think it makes any difference, anything you pray? It’s just going to be what it’s going to be.” She turns away.

“It’s just going to be what it’s going to be.”

She says it like she’s watching hope in the rear view mirror, hope headed away heavy for someone else.

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And I know that feeling, that witnessing. When I got home at 2:30 am on Sunday morning from Haiti, when after the sermon, I stood on the lawn with the Farmer, my sister and her husband and all our 11 kids, and we watched the sky grow heavy to the west and I begged “Oh, please, Lord…. please.”

And I’m another’s farmer’s wife too and how can I find it for myself and my prayer sounds more like a panic than a peace and I am the biggest mess of them all.

The Farmer’s got his hands in his jean pockets. He’s standing there where the lawn gives way to the corn field.

“I think we’re just on the south edge of this one. And it’s headed just a bit north of us…” He pulls a big Dutch hand out of his pocket, points towards the elevator bins across the fields. ” — See how it’s raining there on the other side of the highway?”

And I feel wild…

What if we get nothing? What if it is the way it is?

And he turns into all my angst storm and he can read me. He looks me in the eye and says it like a forecast:

When you know your Father’s loving — what can you fear losing?

He’s as calm as a man walking on water.

He hears us. He loves us. He has us. So whatever happens, He’s good and we’re good.

I look at him — He’s like a man completely resting on water. Isn’t that it? We pray to the Lord knowing His answer is Love.

And God is no genie and we don’t pray to God to pry something from God. We pray to God to be prepared by God for a purpose of God.

We don’t pray to get more from God — we pray to become more in Christ.

We pray because entering His presence is the answer to all our prayers.

Somedays just laying our head in His hands is the way we lay the burdens down.

The scars on His hands were made to be the perfect ditches for our tears.

The Farmer pulls me into him and wraps me in more faith and we stand together watching the sky, how the rain goes north.

How it comes down right here like a certain promise:

When your prayers look right into the face of Christ — every hopeless end turns into an endless hope.