As a quick recap of Contempt, Part 1, (if haven’t read it yet, this post will make a lot more sense if you do) I was in worship mode, and God revealed to me that I had been harboring a very strong spirit of contempt, specifically, self-contempt. I was also advised to pray against said spirit.
What does it look like to trust? Like, really trust. Not vaguely believing in the back of our minds that everything happens for a reason. Not anxiously asking for God’s peace while simultaneously spewing worry and paranoia with every breath. Not posting verse images on social media as if our declaration of belief earns us
Oh, so many thoughts jumbling through my head today! So many misconstrued notions that God is bringing to my attention. So much fear and misuse of the gift of imagination. And what am I so afraid of? This is a question I keep asking myself, and I keep coming up with the same generic answers.
Ya know that place in the Bible where Paul expresses his frustration with himself? It is literally an identical copy of my mind today. Romans 7:15-25: I do not understand the things I do. Me either. I do not do the things I want to do, and I do the things I hate. Me again. And
Where God’s love is, there is no fear, because God’s perfect love drives out fear. It is punishment that makes a person fear, so love is not made perfect in the person who fears. 1 John 4:18 The Spirit we receive does not make us slaves again to fear; it makes us children of God. With
If you read my blog regularly, you know that I have started my “daily horror flick” tradition a few days early. Normally, I start it October 1st and watch a horror movie every day until after Halloween. I say normally, but let’s be real. Actual start date usually ends up falling somewhere in the last week
Yup, it’s that time again! And what awesome piece of literature will I be reviewing today? None other than one of my all-time favorites, Demon, A Memoir, by Tosca Lee. As you get to know me, you will realize I have a fascination with the supernatural. Not, like ghost hunting and stuff, how boring and cliché, but
Psalm 4 I was listening to a show on the radio this morning and heard an interesting tidbit of information. Now, I can’t remember every detail as I’d only had one measly cup of coffee at this point, so don’t quote me on any of this. But apparently, (not surprisingly) wealth and job security do
Psalm 3 As one who struggles with anxiety, the Psalms have become sort of a comforting best friend to me over the years. When I read them, the enemies spoken of are often not actual people (though I have had many instances where my enemy has come in human form). No, often the enemies in
*This is the post I had written for yesterday, but was unable to post due to power outages. I woke this morning with a renewed sense of gratitude. It’s the little things… Bright lights held steadily on unmoving ceiling fixtures. The way it feels to quiet a chill in the night with a warm blanket.