Worship As Warfare
A few friends gathered back in 2019 for a Live Six One Night of Worship. We have reformatted that evening (as much as possible) to blog-form, praying it will be…
A few friends gathered back in 2019 for a Live Six One Night of Worship. We have reformatted that evening (as much as possible) to blog-form, praying it will be…
"Do you trust me?" "Do you trust me, Brandi?" The Holy Spirit has been asking me this question for weeks. At home during devotions and prayer, at a recent women’s conference…
I can hear my mom’s voice, “Kacey, let me see.” Whether it was a bee sting, a fresh splinter in my thumb, or a scraped-up knee, I’d hold it tucked…
There’s a pizza place in town that Colin and I have enjoyed for years. We’ve been to several locations, gone with family and friends, had it delivered, dined in, mused over their interesting mix of sports and soap operas on the big screens. Did I mention that we’ve been going there for years? And I’ve discovered that I have been pronouncing their name completely wrong. Really wrong. Embarrassingly wrong.
I’m not sure if any of you participate in the yearly “word” practice, but for the last two years I have. This year, as I sought the Lord as to…
Some close friends surprised me with a birthday celebration last week. It was a few days before my actual birthday and completely unexpected. They walked into the room and began…
It was like a nasty storm blew in. An electrical storm. Though the skies would alternate Fall clouds, heavy rain, and beautiful sunshine, the atmosphere felt dark and charged. One where you knew it was in the heavenlies, but at the same time intensely personal.
How many times has a storm blown through, has life hit a hard season (whether that be tragedy, hardship, or the over-busy schedules), and we break away and attempt to carry on in our own strength? We might bloom for a bit, but it isn’t long before we wither and fade, are at our wit’s end, and say to a friend, “I can’t do this anymore.” We hear this a fair bit in prayer ministry...
Lately I’ve been thinking about how my words and actions could be hurting others and playing into the enemy’s hands without me knowing it or having any awareness of what I’m doing. I’ve been on the receiving end of this, as we all have, knowing it wasn’t meant personally. But it still stings. Certainly the Holy Spirit is prompting me to confess, repent, and seek forgiveness. But I believe He’s also teaching me how I can live on mission as a daughter of the King and co-heir with Christ and take it a step or two further.
Sometimes we speak curses over ourselves and others, and we have had curses spoken over us. I picture curses like words that are splattered on us, much like if you were standing by the street after a rainstorm and a car rushes by, spraying a puddle of muddy water all over you. Some of you know exactly what I am referring to, and others may be less convinced. Let me explain.
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