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  This song isn’t complete, but I wanted to share it thinking it might encourage you today. For me, it has been a long short night, or maybe a short long night, I’m not sure which. I only know I had to get up and center my mind around praise. I’ve been fasting some, mostly partial fasts, but a few whole days fasts. To end my nights I’ve been taking communion. It’s been good to contemplate what Jesus said and meant when he said this is my body broken for you, and this is my blood of the new covenant poured out for you. (my paraphrase.) It’s been strange how few times I’ve taken communion at church. I was accustomed to taking it each week at my old church, but both of the churches I go to now don’t do it corporately every week. While I understand the desire for it to not become a powerless religious tradition, I disagree with not partaking of it each week. The problem lies within the heart of each person who strays that direction, not within the act of worship. The heart can be rot...

  It’s been a minute… and I was contemplating what to share. I fear a sniper may have taken me out, but… I don’t know, I’m beaten and discouraged, I’m isolated… well, that’s not completely true, I have a friend who also was delivered from demons and used to be schizophrenic and is now off all medications and independent!   I don’t know if my mom would ever let me off my meds… I’m sure a lot of folks would protest me going off my meds… but it’s possible. Anyhow, she knows about spirit husband and said she’d pray for me.                I joined the Core Group a few months ago, and I’ve sputtered out of watching it. It’s a lot, Monday nights, Tuesday nights, Thursday and Friday mornings for prayer… I really like it when I turn in, but I’ve let things distract me. That, and my mom would totally disagree with it, and some of my friends would worry I’d joined a cult. Which, is ironic, Jenny teaches how to kick d...

  https://www.instagram.com/p/CuPb0TNIjs-/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng== I thought this was thought provoking. He's shared a lot about times of transition, but this stood out, the tension between the already and the not yet, the past and the future overlapping in a sense. I don't know. Maybe you're in a season of transition yourself. You see where you've been, you know where you are going, but the gap between both seems pretty wide. Keep pressing into the identity God has given you, is all I have to say. 

  Last night I blew it again I stumbled into that sin I thought I was free at last I thought it was now in my past   And now here I sit in my shame And I’ve got no one else to blame I take this responsibility My pride is killed in all humility   And this season has been so sweet to walk through It’s brought healing and a level of breakthrough   So falling this way never felt so hard I know my sin is sure to leave new scars   I was with you last night my daughter After all I am your loving father You know I forgive You again I see how you strive to repent   Your sin it won’t take back your breakthrough Cause You know I’m making all things new   And on this side of eternity It’s not always that easy to see   I love you more than you’ll ever know And my son bears the scars to show Our love It’s deeper than seas you’ll find It rises above any mountain you’ll climb   I bore a cross ...

Okay no more politics for a while, unfortunately there’s no ability to dialogue on this blog, and I need to be quicker to listen, slower to speak, and definitely slower to become angry. I whine about my problem with crying all the time, but really it’s my temper that’s a more alarming issue. I generally do avoid things that upset me, can’t avoid mom because well, that’s unavoidable. But. It’s not good, I never know what will set me off, and others don’t know either. I got very upset at a dear neighbor friend a few months ago, and we’ve forgiven each other, but things aren’t the same, and I still feel really bad, and guilty. With mom, when mom upsets me, I just yell, but I couldn’t yell at Barbara, but I know my eyes were translating a lot of frustration and I was grimacing, and internally counting and trying to chill and not be upset. She just, she insulted the persecuted church, and basically blamed them for their persecution, like if they weren’t sharing the Gospel and rocking the bo...