Saturday, May 30, 2015
by Carolyn Hamlett
(Original article post 6/11/2013)
I am a warrior. I was born a warrior and I will die a warrior. A warrior is all I have been, all I will be, and all I have known. The truth about a warrior is that while a warrior may find love along the road, a warrior's heart and life can never fully be owned, for the warrior's heart, body soul and spirit will always belong to another...and there will his heart always be. I have been betrothed to battle, for I was made for battle.
Though a warrior may taste of love, it is only a taste, for a season, for a warrior's heart is forever passionate for the one he was made for, which is battle. He is either consumed with the planning and training for the next battle looming over the horizon or healing from the wounds of the last battle all the while anxiously desiring to be reunited where he belongs, fearlessly fighting once again on the front line.
The life of a warrior can be dangerous and lonely but so also are the lives connected to the warrior, which is why some warriors work alone either by choice or forced there. For me it is both by force and by choice. I am only as strong as my weakest link and the enemy knows that link, so I travel my path alone, strong and fearless to the front line...because I am a warrior and I was made to do battle and I will not fail. Much like a moth being relentlessly drawn to a burning flame, to its own detriment, so is my drive to do what I came here to do, even if it doesn't make sense to anyone else except to me or to another fellow warrior.
I have reached the autumn days of my life, a time I have waited for all of my life. I used to glory in the thoughts of the battle in the last days. I thought they would never get here. Time passes swiftly. I gloried for the day I would see "The Christ" take global rule and for the days when Christians would be extinguished from this earth so that Lucifer's plan would be accomplished.
Then twenty-seven years ago I became a traitor to the enemy. I had been a fierce and mighty warrior for the enemy. I threw away the armor of Lucifer and all he had given me and the Blood of Jesus Christ burned it all.
It has taken every moment of every day of these last 27 years to get me to where I am now. The enemy has put up a fierce battle to either keep me or destroy me. I have fought because that is my nature. I am a warrior. I know what it is like to be so wounded in battle that I can't get up. I know the feeling of rejection and hopelessness and despair that comes from the realization that no other soldier is willing to risk their life to at least drag me to safety. I know the point where death is no longer feared, of being too weak and wounded to move, that all I can do is wait for the enemy to find me so he can hatefully look me in the eyes as he gladly finishes me off with that last pierce of the bayonet. Often I have longed for such peace, to end the agony of being fallen and bleeding out. I still may have more of those times ahead, but I am a warrior and battle is calling me. "I am not afraid, I was born for this." I thought that was my own quote because it came from my heart of hearts. Tonight I discovered that the quote is also from a great warrior, Joan of Arc.
I most certainly do belong to the battle of all battles. The time is at hand. I was born for this. The front line has been calling my name. I came from the kingdom of darkness and there I shall return for the battle against it. I am not afraid and I will win, we will win, the warriors for the Kingdom of God!
Now I wear the armor of The King of Kings and the Lord of Lords...and though I am in the autumn years of my life, I am strong in His Power and His Might.
It is my prayer for all of you warriors: May God grant His strength to you warriors called to do battle. May God grant the loved ones connected to His warriors to support them in prayer and be there for them if they should fall wounded and and need healing. The body of Christ is one body. No one is insignificant. Everyone is needed. God has a place for all of us. We are the Body Of Christ, but Jesus Christ must be our head. Follow his lead. Follow Jesus Christ. If something you are being told from the pulpit in any way conflicts with what Jesus Christ taught, then reject the man at the pulpit and follow Jesus Christ. You will never go wrong.
It is time to put on the armor that God has laid out for you. Time to shine. Time for victory.
You wear the Righteousness and the Truth of the Righteous Creator, which the enemy cannot pierce nor challenge. Your feet are strong to walk the path of the Good News which is the recipe for peace. Our enemy is doing all he can to prevent that Good News from being heard which is the truth of who and what Jesus Christ is. That is what this battle is all about.
Your helmet is representative of salvation, the covering of the shed blood of Jesus Christ and that you belong to Jesus Christ and no longer to the world. It also represents the head of the body of Christ who is Jesus Christ Himself. The helmet represents His authority, and your authority that you have in His name. Put that helmet on. The covering of Jesus Christ is solid and impenetrable.
Pick up that shield of Faith. When you know the Power of God because you have seen it work, your shield is solid and secure.
The sword of the spirit is the very power of the Word of God that made the universe. It is His Law, it is Truth and there is no greater law than His. Much of what we face in the physical was spoken into being from the supernatural. There is NO greater power than the Word of God. You can fearlessly speak the Word as Jesus Christ did when he said, "It is written". He spoke the Truth which He also is. Jesus is the way, the truth and the life. He is the literal Word of God. We who have given our lives to be under the authority of Jesus Christ belong to Him and we represent Him.
Now, may the enemy see Jesus Christ when they look at you.
I had a dream a few years back that I believe was more than a dream. I had some dark cloaked figures approach me and seek to over power me. I felt the leading of God to do what I did next which was to look them straight in the eyes and fearlessly say to them, "See your destiny!" and with that I felt that what they were seeing from my eyes was a vision to them from Jesus Christ. They howled and screamed and their faces turned to dust.
Not by my power, nor by my spirit, but by Your Spirit, Lord Almighty.
We serve Truth, and Love. The "Gospel" is the message of Jesus Christ.
Remember his two commandments. Truly all 10 commandments are all a prescription for peace. As Jesus said, all 10 can be summed up into just two. If you love God with all of your heart mind and soul, you will want to love and treat your fellow man with the same love, fairness and respect that you yourself want for yourself. If you truly love God, you will become like Him. Check out the 10 commandments for yourself and see what I mean. When the Law of Love is written in your heart, you will not want to take a woman's husband from her or take a man's wife from him. It will be your nature instead, to pray for their marriage to be Blessed and strengthened. When Love is written in your heart, it is your nature to give, not covet or steal. There is no greater feeling in this universe than living selfless love. You will never get that by going into yourself. It is only found by giving of yourself, from yourself. If you have problems loving and giving or even forgiving, I encourage you to ask God to help you. He Will.
Follow Jesus Christ.
Thank you, "Urupipeṛ2 Ṫẁo" for making this beautiful and inspiring video!
Thank you for your kind and supportive words!
Friday, May 8, 2015
RUMINATIONS of the mind – God’s “GIFTS”, Sometimes Not what we think
Written by Nikki Garrett
Nikki Garrett is a devoted wife, a mother of a special needs child...
and a very dear friend of mine.
Nikki, you are an inspiration to me...and no matter how many times I have read this,
I still can not finish with out crying.
From Nikki: "I truly hope that those who need to read these words will find this...
God knows who you are.......
I think sometimes that we believe that God’s GIFTS are warm and fuzzy...GIFTS of the Spirit, a relationship finally working, or some financial issue being met, etc., etc., etc.
I suppose it’s because we think in human terms of what a GIFT is...alas, our thoughts are not His thoughts, His ways are not our ways.
I have come to realize that God’s “GIFTS” can be what we call quite severe in nature. and having that thought....my mind traveled to Mary, the mother of Jesus. thinking of that woman’s life brought me to some deeper understandings:
Mary...just imagine being in that poor woman’s shoes:
she gets pregnant...you know they all think she had some man...that she is also crazy w/her wild and outrageous visions...and then telling folks God did this. One brave woman....her father could have beaten her...or she could have been stoned.
Can you imagine any of us going around and saying God caused this pregnancy? Sounds like a blasphemous lunatic. Ummm, yea right. Most would be hauling her to the funny farm.
and of course her worries about how Joseph was gonna probably leave her...and that she would be abandoned by him and everyone else. I’ll bet she lost all her friends as well. Sounds just lovely...and all for this “GIFT.
as we know Mary and Joseph certainly spent their time on the run, hither and yon, just trying to stay alive w/their young son. Now, can you imagine how you would feel, knowing that all the children under 2 were killed by Herod because of Your Son?
can you imagine knowing that even her neighbor would probably turn her in if she knew that this was the One Herod was looking for. Seriously, knowing all these children were being killed because of Your Son. that must have been extremely painful to go through. Experiencing all this because of this “ GIFT”
And then, poor Mary...can you imagine for even one minute raising God’s Son? Yikes! I would constantly be looking over my shoulder for some feeling of disapproval that I’ve corrected Him wrongly, wasn’t patient enough...was too tired to deal w/Him and my other kids and hubby that day.
Seriously...trying to live a normal life knowing full well that you are under constant watch by God! wow....give me the anxiety meds...quick! that would be just so hard I would think...and yet, this was all due to her “GIFT”
and then we find Mary...her husband has passed...she is a widow. Even Joseph isn’t allowed to live a longer life w/Mary..he will not share w/Mary the final moments of this GIFT.
So now she experiences widowhood and loss, which probably also caused a lack of finances, and you know in your heart God has a reason for that as well...all part of the plan of the ‘’GIFT”.
she watches her Son’s ministry, sees the unkindness, sees his life in peril...and in the end knows the one personally who betrayed him...with a kiss no less.
how bitter that must have been...her kisses were always with love and this supposed friend betrays her Son w/the same actions of love she used to bestow upon Him.
she now sees her son beaten beyond recognition, nails in his hands, thorns on his head..and possibly naked for all to see....great humiliation and pain.
and Mary...she witnesses all of this.
at this point...God has allowed her, not Joseph, the one who bore Him, to witness His death.
I look at all this and I wondered why. why have her watch this final act. and then it dawned on me, she was allowed to see the depths of such evil and Her son’s sacrifice that is deeper than any of us can ever know. God allowed her to experience all of this “GIFT” ...all the way to the end.
Deep, deep pain...more than any of us will ever go through.
But why? all I know is that Mary’s heart was allowed to experience so much so that she too understand what God felt, about sin, about evil, about His love.
Book learning cannot compare to experiencing what God experiences....and Mary was allowed to experience God’s own emotions and thoughts...she shared in His pain. what an honor that was bestowed upon her....yes, this painful GIFT was an incredible honor that only she would experience. no other human experienced what Mary did.
and the reward of all this “GIFT”? well now I know that Mary is in heaven, and amongst the billions there, she is indeed the only one who had such a relationship w/Jesus...no one in heaven ever had what she had.
and now her reward is seeing her Son in heaven and being there in His presence and truly understanding all that was done at least on some level more than most.
while I do not espouse whatsoever in the worship of Mary, like others in the bible, I can certainly appreciate what God teaches us through their lives.
Mary lived w/her GIFT all the way from beginning to the end... till her death and her entrance into the glories of heaven.
what a reunion w/her Son that must have been!!!
This story should remind all of us that God’s ‘GIFTS” are not necessarily warm and fuzzy...they can be of such severity that the pain of His GIFT can overtake us.
I think our modern churches and those who supposedly walk w/Jesus have forgotten what the calling really is. it is not about comfort, it is about sacrifice and dying to self...and above all loving Him....loving Him enough to receive His “GIFTS”.
Nikki wrote this article several months ago. I was saving it to post for Mother’s Day.
This Mother’s Day…Nikki will be honoring her mother from afar.
Nikki’s mother passed on just three short weeks ago.
Nikki told me: “After she passed, I anointed her feet w/an essential oil blend called “His Garments" Psalm 45:8…wonderful scent. Told folks I thought she should enter into heaven smelling good to meet the King. I will always treasure putting those oils on her feet.”
Not everyone is blessed with a good and loving mother. Nikki was.
And what a beautiful way Nikki honored her mother...for the last time...on this side of eternity.
A reader's comment - by Myja Mahoney
"Myja-thoughts to your thoughts"
I LOVE IT!
I was just telling my hubby this two days ago. How much faith Mary must have had to say YES. And here we are with very little challenges or "Gifts" compared to her and we act all over-burdened and over-whelmed in comparison.
Just last night during our usual Rosary night prayers.. I was praying over my son who is a good young man but far from God spiritually.. and praying over his soul.. I looked at a picture in our living room with Mary holding baby Jesus.. and in this picture he looks just like my son when he was little.. and I wept as I put myself in her shoes watching Him die!
She did not get angry at God.. she knew she had to give Him back.. She was the one that kissed His little baby checks and held His baby hand.. and had to watch her baby being beating bloody beyond all recognition.. knowing how loving and good He was to all those around Him...even Judas. She had to accept that it was all God's Will or God's GIFT.
WOW! I don't know if I would understand nor believe nor have that kind of faith.I would die of grief!
So last night in In my prayers I begged her to hold my son too.. and bring him to Jesus. I have to place him in her arms - I know he's safe there... and help me to be a better woman, better wife, better mother, better daughter and have even just an ounce of the faith that she had.
That was her test... and that's ours too.
THANKS for sharing.. I read it to my hubby in tears. He said "Weren't you just telling me this the other day?"
I needed to hear it anew.
Peace beyond all understanding.