Tear down your Walls!!

Most people think of the brain as the core of a human being, housing emotions, memories and thoughts, and controlling all bodily functions. But consider this:* The heart generates 60-to-1000 times more power and electromagnetic energy than the brain, making by far it the most powerful organ in the human body.* When a fetus is in the womb, its heart forms first, before the brain.* If the heart's connection to the brain were severed, it would keep right on beating, pumping blood to the rest of the body. No other organs are capable of this.It is your heart that defines you. Your heart is the core of your being, not your brain. In the 1970s, a new branch of medicine called neurocardiology was created when scientists discovered that the heart has its own elaborate nervous system. It sends information to the brain and the body with each and every heartbeat. Fascinating new research proves the heart produces a powerful magnetic field that extends out from the body up to twelve feet in diameter. Using sophisticated magnetic measuring devices, scientists have shown that when one person is feeling love or affection for another person, their heart-waves become instantly measurable in the brain-waves of the other person. It appears the heart has its own powerful and unique intelligence, which tells us that it's not simply the organ that pumps our blood and keeps us alive. Take the large number of heart transplant recipients who've reported incredible changes after transplant surgery. There have been reports of odd new cravings, handwriting changes, musical preferences, and even strange new memories that don't seem to be their own. These are simply transplanted along with the heart, and the recipient experiences them as if they were his own, just like the heart's previous owner did. Scientifically speaking, these cravings, preferences and memories are made of energy, just as all other things around us are. Emotions are no different. Emotions like "heartache" and "heartbreak", describe the physical sensations that occur in the heart during strong emotional situations; they are made of pure energy, and named after their physical effects on the body. In fact such as "anger", "grief" and "fear," often get stuck in the body's energy field; these are called Trapped Emotions. When Trapped Emotions gather around the heart, they form what is called a Heart-Wall or emotional barrier, a protective energetic barrier created by the subconscious mind. Heart-Walls are invisible, just like ultraviolet light or the vast majority of the electromagnetic spectrum, but their energy is very real and quite powerful, and can have an incredible effect on people's lives. So the phrase "putting up a wall" "building a wall" actually has a basis in reality! Heart-Walls are protective, but the problem is this: the wall is made up of negative emotions- negative energy. Because of this, anyone with a Heart-Wall can't give or receive love fully, since all messages coming into the heart or going out are muffled by the negative energy of the Trapped Emotions. Someone could be sending out pure love to you, but that love has to somehow get past the barrier of "sadness" and "anger" that envelops your heart. As a result, the message gets muddled, and you can go through your entire life without feeling what it really is to love with all your heart, or even simply identify with others. You could be continually insulated from other people forever, even your own family. Heart-Walls are responsible for a host of problems. They cause depression, divorce, abuse, misunderstanding, and even prejudice, hatred and brutality. On a global scale, Heart-Walls lead to ethnic cleansing, nation against nation, terrorism, and war. Our world could be a much different place if all people could feel pure love without the muffling barrier of the Heart-Wall! Like so many of our natural defenses, a Heart-Wall can be helpful, but only in the short-term. The subconscious automatically creates the Heart-Wall to protect you from unbearable emotional pain. But until you get rid of it, your heart will be somewhat blocked and you'll be less able to reach out and connect with people - even the ones you love most. If your city is being bombed, it's a good idea to hide out in a bunker until it's all over. But you wouldn't want to live there permanently, or you'd miss out on life! The same is true for your Heart-Wall. No matter how valuable it was when created, you will live a happier, more full life when you can rid yourself of its negative energy. Releasing the Heart-Wall can truly make the difference between living a life of disappointment, and living happily ever after.

MOTHERS AND SONS...... LETTING GO.

A few years ago, I stood in the doorway of my front door, watching my 19-year-old son Cody pack up his car and personal things, gearing up for a new adventure of college and life. While he was launching himself into the future, I slipped into memories of the past. I knew it was a confident, competent, and independent young man standing there packing his car, smiling and waving good-bye, but what I saw in my heart was a quiet, quirky, tow-headed little boy.

  

On my thirtieth birthday Cody—then thirteen—gave me a miniature troll doll wearing a t-shirt that said, “Thirty isn’t old if you’re a tree.” On my Thirty-third birthday he gave me a card that read, “I know you feel like you’re getting old, but cheer up, it could be worse”—and then on the inside—“you could be pregnant!” Along with letters and cards from other family members and close friends, I have stashed Cody's gifts of twisted humor in a cardboard box on an upper shelf in my closet. Also in the box is a Melmac plate decorated with his preschool-sized handprint, and a black-and-white spotted ceramic cow turned into a refrigerator magnet. He gave me the cow for Mother’s Day when he was four years old, proudly presented after a short day at pre-school. One day in a fit of mommy frustration I slammed the refrigerator door and the magnet crashed to the tile floor and shattered.  Cody was in another room when it happened, but I knew as I picked up the pieces that it could just as easily have been his heart I had broken. I stuck all the pieces back together with a mix of Krazy Glue and tears, and for years I left the cracked cow on the refrigerator to remind myself how easy it is to hurt those we love the most.
Not all Cody's gifts to me are in the keepsake box. The little hand made clay bowl, that he painted my favorite color that he made for me several years ago, sits upon my dresser in my bedroom. The bright pumpkin orange salt shakers, with matching oil and vinegar vats I recieved from him one Christmas are still in their special place in my kitchen next to my stove.  Sometimes he has gifted me with acts of service. For one birthday he wired up my cheesy sound system and set up a CD player for me in our living room; followed by some yummy french toast and milk, rarely have I enjoyed a gift more. Just this year, my first smart phone. I swear I don't know how I functioned before that gift.
I like talking logic and life with Cody. When he tells me I ought to not do this or consider not doing that, I momentarily think of myself as his peer rather than his middle-aged mom. But that fantasy lasts as long as a hiccup, then I’m back to being a mom—which I enjoy, except for the letting go part.
Letting go. Why is it that throwing your arms around your kids and hanging on for dear life is a whole lot easier than releasing them? We work so hard to raise our kids, you’d think we parents would be delighted when it’s finally time to take a breather; but no, we want to keep those little tadpoles in our safety net forever. Only an unnatural force of will allows us to set their shimmering little selves free. I shouldn’t make it sound like every parent does this. Maybe it’s just me. I did read in a personality book that people of my stripe tend to be linked to their children “with almost a psychic symbiosis.” While I prefer to think that describes a uniquely sensitive, soulful, and mutually beneficial bond, it may just mean I border on the over-connected side of things. Fine. Did they have to make it sound like something from a psycho-thriller?
At the bottom of one of the cards Cody gave me he wrote: “Thanks for letting me grow up.” I knew why he wrote those words. Months earlier, he had flown alone to Europe to be a student ambassador. When I dropped him off at the the airport, I wanted to wait at the airport until his plane took off. We were flying him out of a town that we had no family or friends and I was driving straight back to Midland, TX from the airport. I knew that airport well enough to know that not every scheduled flight actually leaves. What if Cody got stranded? What if he had to reschedule his flight? What if he had to go and come back later? There would be nobody at home to call. He was only 15.
“I can handle it, Mom,” he said. “If something goes wrong, I’ll figure out what needs to be done and I’ll do it. This isn’t a big deal.” I knew he was right; I was clinging. So I left. But during the four-and-a-half-hour drive to Midland, I pondered that scene at the airport. Why, I wondered, did I feel so compelled to hang on to Cody? To protect him? When I got to Midland I wrote him a letter, I told him far more than any teenager would ever want to hear, but I figured if I had to torture my heart over his precious little head the least he could do was hear me out.
I told him that when a woman gives birth to a child, she knows that child is literally dependent on her for life. If she doesn’t feed and clothe it, if she doesn’t make sure it gets adequate sleep, if she doesn’t teach it not to run in the street or put its hand in a flame or drink Draino it will die. As the child gets older and learns to look before crossing the street and avoid the hot stuff and drink grape soda, the mother hovers less and less; the growing child needs increasing independence and the mother must gradually grant it (the key word being gradually). But then something awful happens in high school. The move toward independence jumps into high gear as the teenager rushes fast and furiously into adulthood. The mother who was responsible for giving that child life and then protecting it (actively, passionately, with utter devotion) is suddenly supposed to sit meekly in her rocking chair with her hands folded and smile sweetly while she whispers, Have at it, kid. I’m not sure that’s exactly how I said it in the letter, but that was the general idea.
I told Cody I was proud of his strength and his sense of responsibility and that I wanted to free him to enjoy his independence, but that I was a slow learner. Sometimes I looked at him and I saw the little boy whom it was my job to protect, and at those moments letting go seemed impossible; it was like chopping myself in half. I once read that one of the results of giving birth is that for the rest of her life a woman lives with her heart walking around outside her body. It’s true. So sometimes I squeeze more tightly at the very moment I should be relaxing my grip. I asked Cody to forgive me and to bear with me as I practiced this part of being a mom.
For weeks I had been trying to prepare myself for this moment, knowing there was far more emotion surrounding his leaving than I could handle in one brief exit scene. If I didn’t let it out in spurts along the way, I’d burst my heart standing right there on the curb. So I wandered in and out of his room. Spurt. Fingered the prom garters and pictures on his dresser. Bigger spurt. Baked oatmeal cookies and put them in the freezer. Half a spurt. Spurt. Bought him new sheets and a light quilt (then I remembered he didn’t even have a bed). Spurt. Spurt. Washed eighteen loads of laundry. Spurt. Dried them. Spurt. Folded them. Spurt. Folded more of them. Spurt.
And suddenly I wasn’t spurting anymore. My darn heart was shooting a steady stream.
It struck me as I went through my various letting go rituals that I had lived for twenty years with a delusion—a defense mechanism designed to insulate me from the unbearable thought that something awful might someday happen to my kids. The delusion went like this: If I love my kids deeply enough I will be able to protect them from all harm. I don’t mean I consciously believed this. But somewhere deep in the mushy places of my mother love I pretended it was true. I remember an image that often came to my mind when my children were little: that even if they got desperately ill, if I held them tightly enough the power of my love could infuse life and health and strength straight into their little bodies. I knew in my head this wasn’t true. I knew it was irrational. But I let it sit there in that place between my heart and my mind where it buffered me from the truth—and I was grateful for it.
But as Cody prepared to leave for College, my comforting delusion slipped out of its little wedge and I got a brief but undeniable view of my own powerlessness. It took me awhile to see the delusion. At first I just saw that Cody was moving outside the realm of my protection. I wouldn’t be able to see him. Wouldn’t know exactly where he was. Wouldn’t be able to keep everything in order around him so he would be safe. Only gradually did I admit that I had never been able to keep him safe, not really. I had just thought I could because my irrational belief had been so little tested. I worried and fretted and loved and prayed and thought that somehow that kept him safe. But I never really had that much power.
Several months later Cody came home from College in one piece, and aduring the next several years Cody has driven thousands of miles back and forth, through snow-covered mountains, rainn storms and windswept deserts, and every time, I held my breath until he reached his destination. Always worried, and calling him to make sure he wasn't getting sleepy or driving in the rain with his cruise control on. Giving him the "Mom vent".
No mother wants to think of her child battling unknown seas, whether figurative or literal. But what I know in my mother’s heart is that nothing could be more true to who Cody is than this life. His experience as a people person, his unique gift of problem solving, his love of a physical challenge, and his need to step outside the confines of his “normal” life to let God do something new within him all come together in his ever changing adventures.
While Cody was still in high school, my friends daughter left for college. I asked the friend who was president of a college for advice on being a good “college parent.” He said that kids whose parents hold on too tightly—who call every day or constantly repeat how much they miss them and wish they were home—these kids never feel like they’ve “gotten away” emotionally no matter how many miles separate them from their parents. Some of them spend the rest of their lives trying to create the necessary emotional distance. But kids whose parents let them go emotionally are free to “return”—to re-engage as separate adults in a mutual, loving relationship with their parents. For me, someone given to “psychic symbiosis” with my kids, I took my friend’s words to heart. Let them go, I kept telling myself, so they can be free to return.
Cody goes to college away from home. But he returns home often. He doesn't stay here—not physically anyway. But in a healthy way, I think he returns emotionally, and that connection remains no matter how many miles separate us now. And so I follow Cody’s life and trips on the map and on his Facebook, loving him, praying for him, and yes, worrying about him, but with every concerned thought, as with every dream and experience he sees with those blue eyes , I let him go.  And one day, he will meet a girl who he will marry and I will let him go once again, he will have babies and be happy, and I will let him go. But I will always anticipate his return, Because letting go only guarantees the return.

ARE OUR DISAPPOINTMENTS REALLY THAT, OR ARE THEY BLESSINGS FROM ABOVE?


I had bought some curtains once to place on my porch to keep the sun out of my eyes and my guest’s eyes when having guests over to eat on the front porch. When the curtains were not in use, I bunched them together and tied them. Problem is, the birds would often come in the morning times to build their nests above the pole. So, every day, I had to take their nest down, because I often pulled the curtains to and fro. This made me feel really bad inside that I had to keep pulling their nests down, I love birds and realize that they are God's beautiful creatures. However, through much meditation and prayer over this object lesson in my heart...I have come to realize that me taking their nests down each and every day is not an act of cruelty but of great love, mercy, and kindness, as well. First off, the nests being built upon these curtains are a very unstable place for them to build. Secondly, when the winds blow...it blows the curtains all over the place and could make the bird's nest fall to the ground at a later time....with the baby eggs in it! (That would be such a tragedy) As I looked to see the response of the birds at each time, they didn't understand. They were by all means disgruntled, disheartened, and discouraged. I would see them fly back with grass in beak only to find that they don't have their nests anymore. This of course breaks my heart. I wondered how many of us are just like those birds? We expend so much energy and time on building our own nests in the world....only to come back and see that all that we have been building upon is suddenly gone which leaves a feeling of dismay, discouragement, despair, and hopelessness. We are often angry at what has come about and wonder if it is even worth it to try building again what was torn down in our lives and hearts. However, the one thing that I do see that encourages me to no end is that we too, like these birds do not see the bigger picture. But God does. Just as I saw the bigger picture over the birds of what tragedy could come about….God sees it in our lives as well. Perhaps, in having our own personal nests torn down, it is, in reality, saving us from future despair on a much larger scale. These birds were given a chance to go re-build again on a foundation of stability. They were given the chance to find a place of safety to rebuild before the winds of life began to blow. God always sees the bigger picture to our lives….He sees our future. He knows what will be coming about….and maybe…just maybe, when all seems to be crumbling down around us…maybe He is truly saving us from a greater destruction and devastation in mercy, kindness, grace, and protection. Proverbs 24:3….By wisdom a house is built. And through understanding it is established. By knowledge its rooms are filled with beautiful and precious treasures. John 16:33, I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you WILL have trouble. BUT TAKE HEART! I HAVE OVERCOME THE WORLD! --JESUS

Forged in the Fire.

Just as a hammer and high heat are used to forge instruments of iron, God uses trials to develop genuine faith and strength of character in us.
1 Peter 1:6-7
In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.

For the past 38 years, God has forged me in the fire of grief, loss and trials and I am better and stronger for it. I am grateful for what God has allowed in my life. Nothing grows you up quite as fast as grief, trials and suffering.
James 1:2-3 tells us that "the testing of [our] faith produces endurance. "A major change you undergo during grief is a tremendous strengthening of personal faith. It is very easy to trust when we have the answers; faith comes from trusting without the answers. If Abraham had been told he would not have to actually kill Isaac, it would have been very easy for him to tie his son to the altar. Perhaps the entire family would have made an all-day picnic out of it. Paul tells us that what was "credited to him as righteousness "was his trusting without the answers.
Faith that is not tested is worthless. Simply believing something is true does not make it so. I can firmly believe that I can fly, yet if I try to jump off a building, I will still end as a splatter on the sidewalk below no matter how firm my belief is . . . or at that point . . . was. Only through testing of our faith can we be assured that what we believe is true or discover that what we believe needs a few adjustments. Trials also shows us if our faith is in the right Person. Upon entering trials, many people already have a strong faith; unfortunately, it may not be in God. In an attempt to avoid a direct confrontation with God, many of us are tempted to just believe in our pastor’s faith, or our parents’ faith, or our wonderful church organizations. But if we try to place a faith that only the Messiah can fulfill on other people, they will always disappoint us. When these people fall or stumble, they will bring us down with them because our faith is placed in them.
Human beings fiercely covet their independence and freedom. Little children often insist on feeding themselves and tying their own shoes. They will not ask their parents for help until they are exasperated from hours of trying it themselves. When we first become Christians, there is a tendency to just say, "Thanks God!", collect our little certificate, and go on our way. We seldom come back to God unless we need something. Grief and trials invoke fear and brings us to our knees and forces us to meet God, face to face.
Grief and trials also brings us into contact with the humanity of Jesus Christ. Every Christians recognizes the "fully God" identity of Christ when we ask Him into our hearts, but many of us fail to see the "fully man" aspect. One of the least used names for Christ is Man of Sorrows. The term can often be very puzzling. In Gothic Church paintings, we can almost detect a smile on the face of Jesus as he hangs on the cross. When I first heard the crucifixion story, I envisioned Jesus singing and stopping to pick flowers along the road to Calvary. I now feel otherwise. When we are grieving, we do not want to hear a Biblical explanation of our grief, we often just want someone to listen. What greater listener could there be than the Man of Sorrows?

The most powerful impact of watching someone die or go through terrible sorrow or trials is that it firmly establishes what really matters. I now know that hanging out with the in-crowd or owning the latest Tommy Hilfiger shirt will not add anymore joy or one day to my life. In the wake of grief and trials earthly things hold no value. Happiness and fun just treat symptoms of grief like sorrow or depression, but they do not last; you always have to face reality later. Jesus Christ is all that matters. Circumstances or individuals can steal wealth, popularity, or happiness. Nothing can take us from the hand of God.

An old saying goes, "Men throw away broken things, but God will not use any man until he is broken." With grief comes a testimony that God will use in the lives of others. If a woman were to tell me about the pains of childbirth she had experienced, I could certainly tell her how sorry I was or how terrible that must feel; however, I could not really comfort her, having never experienced childbirth naturally myself personally, I had C-sections. When you submit to God and allow him to bring grief or suffering into your life, He grants you a very powerful testimony, one that gives hurting people a first-hand account of what the power of God can do in their lives.

The most profound irony in Christianity is this: the greatest joy can only be found through the greatest suffering. Grief builds our faith, draws us closer to God, and allows us to be used by Him. There is an old proverb, "God helps those who help themselves." This proverb is actually found no where in the Bible and is not even sound theology. There will be times when we cannot help ourselves; that is why we have a Savior. God does not ask us to find the strength and joy to endure suffering within ourselves. He is ready and willing to give these of Himself. All He asks us to do is keep fighting and don’t give up. Even in the times I did give up, God lifted me back to my feet. The sure-fire, 100% guaranteed way to endure grief and trials is to simply rely on the proven strength and faithfulness of Jesus Christ. Jesus puts it best in John 16:33, "In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world."

This is but a trial, a season. Let not the spirit of fear overcome you. Stand fast in the Lord and put ALL faith in him.

I assure you, that when forged in the fire you WILL become stronger and better for it. God will never leave nor forsake you. He sees all things, and remember to put on the whole Armour of God. This is Spiritual warfare, not seen by the eyes of man. You have all the weapons at your disposal and the Holy Spirit to lead you. Fight this battle with the courage of David, and the patience of Job and the Trust in God of Abraham.

Misty Ford

TAKE UP YOUR BED AND WALK..... CLAIM YOUR HEALING.

John 5:1-15
5:1 A Man Healed at the Pool of Bethesda

After this there was a feast of the Jews, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. 2 Now there
is in Jerusalem by the Sheep Gate a pool, which is called in Hebrew, Bethesda, having
five porches. 3 In these lay a great multitude of sick people, blind, lame, paralyzed,
waiting for the moving of the water. 4 For an angel went down at a certain time into the
pool and stirred up the water; then whoever stepped in first, after the stirring of the
water, was made well of whatever disease he had. 5 Now a certain man was there who
had an infirmity thirty-eight years. 6 When Jesus saw him lying there, and knew that he
already had been in that condition a long time, He said to him, "Do you want to be made
well?"

7 The sick man answered Him, "Sir, I have no man to put me into the pool when the
water is stirred up; but while I am coming, another steps down before me."

8 Jesus said to him, "Rise, take up your bed and walk." 9 And immediately the man
was made well, took up his bed, and walked.

And that day was the Sabbath. 10 The Jews therefore said to him who was cured, "It is
the Sabbath; it is not lawful for you to carry your bed."

11 He answered them, "He who made me well said to me, 'Take up your bed and walk.'"

12 Then they asked him, "Who is the Man who said to you, 'Take up your bed and
walk'?" 13 But the one who was healed did not know who it was, for Jesus had
withdrawn, a multitude being in that place. 14 Afterward Jesus found him in the temple,
and said to him, "See, you have been made well. Sin no more, lest a worse thing come
upon you."

15 The man departed and told the Jews that it was Jesus who had made him well.
NKJV

Like many others, the impotent man had been waiting for a wonder to be
wrought, and a sign to be given. Wearily did he watch the pool, but no angel
came, or came not for him; yet, thinking it to be his only chance, he waited
still, and knew not that there was One near him whose word could heal him in
a moment. Many are in the same plight: they are waiting for some singular
emotion, remarkable impression, or celestial vision; they wait in vain and watch for naught. Even supposing that, in a few cases, remarkable signs are seen, yet
these are rare, and no man has a right to look for them in his own case; no man
especially who feels his impotency to avail himself of the moving of the water even if it
came. It is a very sad reflection that tens of thousands are now waiting in the use of
means, and ordinances, and vows, and resolutions, and have so waited time out of
mind, in vain, utterly in vain. Meanwhile these poor souls forget the present Savior,
who bids them look unto Him and be saved. He could heal them at once, but they prefer
to wait for an angel and a wonder. To trust Him is the sure way to every blessing, and
He is worthy of the most implicit confidence; but unbelief makes them prefer the cold
porches of Bethesda to the warm bosom of His love. O that the Lord may turn His eye
upon the multitudes who are in this case to-night; may He forgive the slights which they
put upon His divine power, and call them by that sweet constraining voice, to rise from
the bed of despair, and in the energy of faith take up their bed and walk. O Lord, hear
our prayer for all such at this calm hour of sunset, and ere the day breakout may they
look and live. Your healing is in the faith that you put upon the ONE who took the stripes upon his back so that you may be healed. Your healing is yours NOW... not wait upon the answers from the Doctors who tell you what you need to have a chance. It is not up to another man to take you to the healing waters. Its up to YOU. Your hope and faith is NOT in man, NOT in the idea that someone will take you to the water to be healed, or perform some life saving surgery, but to stand up and take up your bed and Walk!! To CLAIM your healing. NOTHING IS TOO GREAT FOR OUR GOD!!! You believe that and you fall on your face before him and claim your healing and stand on these scriptures and pray them out loud for his word is your Armour against all of Satan's attacks including infirmity! YOU ARE NOT SICK.. do not claim Satan's plan for you, but the plan God, and of God's love for you. Plans to prosper and not harm you. Say out loud with your mouth. "I am healed, I am not sick", every minute of the day. Believe it in your heart. No matter what man says, YOU claim that healing. Deny sickness and disease. Open your body, mind and soul to the Father the Son and the Holy Spirit. This prayer is written for you to use every day. I believe in the healing power of our Father. Take up YOUR BED AND WALK!!!

Heavenly Father,
We come into Your presence to love and adore You.
Thank You for Your love and Your desire for union with us.
We welcome all that You wish to do through
this healing prayer. We open ourselves to communication
with You and Jesus through the ministry of the Holy
Spirit. Come Holy Spirit, anoint us with healing so
deep it reaches back into our blood line; with
healing so wide it impacts our friends and relatives;
with healing so high it draws us into Your holiness.

Holy Spirit, come with Your fire. Our Father Which Art In Heaven---

Father God,
by Your grace I come to You with all that I am
and all that I ever hope to be.
I am Your child born of Your love.
Jesus brought me into Your presence.
You alone satisfy my soul.
You in me and I in You;
this is the path of healing for my soul.
By Your grace I come into Your presence
with simple, trusting assurance, certain
of Your love for me. In Your presence all
fear and insecurity melt away and deep hurts
become healing memories. In Your presence
I am strengthened and filled with hope. Father
in heaven, I breathe the breath of heaven
deep inside my spirit. Your heaven flows
through me. May the light of Your glory be
present with me throughout this day.
I love You Father.

Hallowed Be Thy Name---

Father,
I choose to live this one precious life in a
way that honors Your holy name. You call me
to worship, and I come. Oh Father, let all
that is within me cry holy. Let every wound
of my past dissolve in the light of Your
wonderful presence. Turn my weaknesses into
strengths, my failures into victories, my sorrows
into joy. Perfect all that concerns me as I
gaze upon Your holiness.

Thy Kingdom Come---

Father,
Your kingdom of love is in my heart.
It is not I who live but Christ who lives
in me. I am identified with my risen Lord
Jesus and Your kingdom is established in my
spirit. In coming to know Jesus, I am
discovering who I am, Precious Lord. Your
kingdom has come into my emotions,
and they are in a healthy balance.
Your kingdom has come into my mind,
and it is sanctified. Your kingdom
has come into my body, and I am becoming
healthy. Your kingdom rules my heart, and
I live a life of richness and depth. Your
kingdom has come into my mouth, and I speak
words that heal and liberate. Because Your
kingdom rules my life I am resilient and
filled with hope in all circumstances.

Thy Will Be Done---

Father in heaven,
unite my will with that of Your son.
Thank You for giving me a spirit of
submission, tender and open to the
Holy Spirit. In every circumstance I
commend myself to Your grace and choose
what is pleasing to You. Father,
I delight to do Your will. When I
lay my life before You and say "Thy
will be done," You receive it
as an act of worship. Wonderful Lord,
You have come tenderly into the deepest
struggles of my life and whispered, "Just
keep Your eyes on me. Trust me to take
care of You." You have come into my
broken heart and made it a place of worship.
You have drawn me to praise You when
everything in my world was in ashes.
You have called me to trust beyond all
reason. I lay my life upon the altar of
Your love and say with joy in my soul,
"Thy will be done." Jesus, I trust in You."

On Earth As It Is In Heaven---

Father,
my heart beats with Your heart.
For me, to live is Christ.
Thank You, Holy Spirit,
for bringing my life into harmony
with heaven. Thank You, Holy Spirit,
for teaching me how to walk with
Jesus in His resurrected life. Thank
You, that the attitudes of heaven
are my attitudes. I think Your
thoughts and walk in Your presence.
I carry the light of Heaven wherever I go.

Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread---

Father,
You have always taken care of me, and
You always will. You give me what
I need each day and prepare for my
tomorrow. My faith is growing. Thank
You for my daily joy that draws me
to worship when sadness comes. Thank
You for Your healing balm that soothes
the day's aches and pains. Thank
You for Your perfect love that soaks
away my fear. Your tender daily
care in every area of need draws me
to my knees in worship. Thank You
for walking with me day by day.
In our growing friendship You have
never failed me, ever. I love You,
Father. I love You, Jesus, Bread
of Heaven. I love You, Holy Spirit.

Forgive Us Our Debts---

Father,
thank You for Your gift of mercy in my life;
Your mercy that reaches my heart, because I have
forgiven those who hurt me. I confess my sins and
receive forgiveness. I am free from condemnation
and safely united to You. Your truth has made me free.
I love You Father.

As We Forgive Our Debtors---

Father,
by the grace of the cross I let go of
bitterness resentment and unforgiveness.
If there are hidden roots of unforgiveness,
thank You for shining Your light on them.
I entrust this area to You. Thank You, for
turning injury into compassion and hurts
into intercessions. Forgiveness brings
heaven to earth. I love You, Father---

And Lead Us Not Into Temptation---

Thank You, Father,
for keeping me on a path that leads to holiness.
With Your grace I see temptation when it comes,
and brush it off the path. Your love is stronger
than the urge to sin. Thank You for healing any
areas of my soul that might be vulnerable to temptation.
Jesus, You are my Shepherd and my hiding place. You
guide me to safe pastures. I am responsive to the
voice of the Holy Spirit who warns me of trouble ahead.
Thank You, Father. I Love You.

But Deliver Us From Evil---

Father,
Thank You for protecting me from every evil and for
bringing me a gift of peace. You have broken the chain
of oppression, delivered me from depression, anger, guilt,
and fear. At the name of Jesus every knee shall bow;
addictions, perversions, hopelessness, worthlessness,
loneliness and despair must bend their knee to the
name of Jesus. I cast down every argument and every
high thing in me that exalts itself against the
knowledge of God. I bring every thought into captivity
to the obedience of Christ. Thank You for giving me
the power over all the power of the enemy. Nothing
shall hurt me. You have given me a spirit of praise
and worship, which is my strength in the face of the
enemy. Thank You for Your armor, Your name, Your blood,
Your Spirit. No weapon formed against me shall prosper.
Thank You Father. I love You.

For Thine Is The Kingdom.. And The Power.. And The Glory Forever

Father,
every gift You have given me, every dream, every talent,
every possession, every resource and hope for the future,
I return to You with love. All is Yours.
May Your name be glorified, may Your kingdom come.
Take Lord, receive, All my liberty, My memory,
my understanding, my entire will. All that I have
and possess. You have given all to me; To You,
O' Lord, I return it. All is Yours. Dispose of it
wholly according to You will. Give me Your love
and Your grace, for this is sufficient for me. Amen!!

Be careful what you say about others, or Judge.

Is there anything more pleasant than discussing someone else's faults? Or assuming something about them and starting rumors? This shouldn't be so, especially for Christians, but it seems to be widely regarded as an acceptable form of entertainment. Is it any surprise that most TV sitcoms are built around people tearing each other down, either behind their backs or right to their face? It's terribly funny on TV -- not at all funny in real life, especially if you are the person being degraded.

The Bible has a lot to say about being judgmental. Jesus and the apostles understood clearly the human tendency to put down others. Among Christians, this even takes the form of questioning another's spiritual condition based on assumptions.

The LORD doesn't make decisions the way you do! People judge by outward appearance, what they assume they know, or by pure misunderstanding. but the LORD looks at a person's thoughts and intentions.

1 Samuel 16:7

"Stop judging others, and you will not be judged. For others will treat you as you treat them. Whatever measure you use in judging others, it will be used to measure how you are judged. And why worry about a speck in your friend's eye when you have a log in your own? How can you think of saying, `Friend, let me help you get rid of that speck in your eye,' when you can't see past the log in your own eye? Hypocrite! First get rid of the log from your own eye, then perhaps you will see well enough to deal with the speck in your friend's eye."

Matthew 7:1-5

We have stopped evaluating others by what the world thinks about them. Once I mistakenly thought of Christ that way, as though he were merely a human being. How differently I think about him now! What this means is that those who become Christians become new persons. They are not the same anymore, for the old life is gone. A new life has begun!

2 Corinthians 5:16

Don't grumble about each other, my brothers and sisters, or God will judge you. For look! The great Judge is coming. He is standing at the door!

James 5:9

Don't speak evil against each other, my dear brothers and sisters. If you criticize each other and condemn each other, then you are criticizing and condemning God's law. But you are not a judge who can decide whether the law is right or wrong. Your job is to obey it. God alone, who made the law, can rightly judge among us. He alone has the power to save or to destroy. So what right do you have to condemn your neighbor?

James 4:11-12

Whenever you speak, or whatever you do, remember that you will be judged by the law of love, the law that set you free. For there will be no mercy for you if you have not been merciful to others. But if you have been merciful, then God's mercy toward you will win out over his judgment against you.

James 2:12-13

To Love

Love is the highest form of maturity. It often requires a sacrificial gift. If love doesn't require some sort of sacrifice on our part, we probably don't love the other person at all. If there is no sacrifice in our actions, we are most likely reacting to something nice they did for us, or simply pretending to be kind to gain some control over them. Love is almost always undeserved by the person who receives it.

Our decisions should always have our spouse's interests in mind. Even a mediocre marriage requires sacrifice. It is important to understand that true love gives of itself.

Sacrifice means you are not going to have your way all the time. This means both the husband and wife are called to love each other with unconditional love. There has to be sacrifice of selfish desires if a couple is going to enjoy a triumphant marriage.

Loving and being loved are what make our lives worth living. Many people experience times in their lives when they feel unloved. During these times it's easy to dwell on those negative thoughts, but allowing it to continue leads to unhappiness and depression.

Love is the energy of life. It is what motivates people to get up each day and keep going. Love gives life purpose and meaning. Everywhere you look you see people searching for love…but they're looking in the wrong places. God is love, and they will never find what they're looking for until they find Him.

People look for fulfillment in life in different ways. These ways may seem good at first, but eventually the unsuccessful search will leave them feeling frustrated, disappointed and empty. The only way they can find the true fulfillment they are so desperately seeking is to choose to walk in love—to actually put love into action by reaching out and loving others.

As soon as I made a commitment to God, I began to hear people talk about the importance of loving others. Since I wanted to live my life according to the Bible, I wanted to walk in love, but I just couldn't. I had the urge…but no power to follow through. I always made elaborate plans but couldn't carry them out.

I began to understand that I could not love others because I had never received God's love for me. I knew in my head that the Bible said God loved me, but I didn't feel His love in my heart. I wondered how God could love us as imperfect as we are.

God loves us because He wants to—it pleases Him. God loves us because it's His nature to love, and He will always love us. He doesn't always love everything we do, but He does love us. God's love is unconditional. In fact, there's nothing we can do to ever escape His love. God's love is the power that forgives our sins, heals our emotional wounds, and mends our broken hearts.

Over time I came to realize that I am deeply loved by God simply for who I am, not because of any work I could do for Him. I could finally quit trying to earn His love by doing things I thought would make me more worthy of His love. I have found myself doing this same thing in relationships; I try to earn love by doing for others, but find out every time there is nothing I can DO to get them to love me, they either do or they don't by their actions. It doesn't change the fact that I can still love them unconditionally.

Once I began receiving God's awesome, unconditional love, I was able to start loving Him in return and reach out to others more freely in love. Because God's never-ending love was in me, I could give it to others without fear of ever running out.

Everyone in the world wants to be loved and accepted. And the love of God—that wonderful gift He freely gives us—should satisfy that need. His love flows to us, and then it should flow through us to other people.

Now I see myself as a container full of blessings. I want to be the type of person who can pour out God's love into the lives of the people around me. I've found that I'm always happier when I choose to make others happy. Yet, I have found that Some cannot be made happy, they lack the ability to accept love yet, or return it. So I just pray for them and keep loving them.

In the Bible, God calls Christians the salt of the earth (see Matthew 5:13). He expects us to "season" the lives of those around us. All of life is tasteless without love. Love is the salt, the energy of life, and the reason to get up every morning.

Every day can be exciting if we see ourselves as God's secret agents, waiting to sprinkle a little salt on all the lives we encounter. And we know that because we are deeply loved by God, we can never run out of love—no matter how much we give away.