my careless contagion

Lately it was impressed upon me the power of the tongue. I started reading a book about blessings and curses, and another book I'm reading has a lengthy section about it, as well. And then there was another book before that which said much the same. Can you tell I'm a little dense? Herein are a few notes on the power of the tongue.  The power of the tongue is amazing. In it is life and death. But how often do we treat it that way? I feel tremendously uplifted or downgraded depending on who I talk to. How I talk to myself (which is what this blog was) is also incredibly important. How many times did I say untrue things about myself? I am deserving of love. I made mistakes but we all do. Someone still loves us. Just because I screwed up doesn't mean no one will ever love me. I will never be perfect as long as I live on this planet, but being loved is about the most perfect feeling there is. I believe love is in my future.  Luke 6:28 says to bless those who curse us and pray f...

God can do anything with anything. He can turn the worst situation around on a dime. I've been praying for Cindy and her family for nearly six years now. My prayers for her and her family are too many to list, but I pray warfare prayers over her, her children, extended family, home, church, property, possessions, kids' school, workplace, finances, relationships, etc. And, I pray a special prayer for her children, prayers of protection, healing for relationships (mother and children, father and children, etc.), pray against rejection, as it is common when there is a divorce.  It was almost six years ago Cindy kicked her ex out of her house and forged ahead in life alone, raising her children almost entirely by herself. (I feel she did the lion's share before that, as well.)  Because of her past, I prayed diligently God would bless her mightily and also put the right man in her life. I still do. I don't pray she would be with me specifically, as I don't know God's...

"Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee; according to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to die." - Psalm 79:11 I want to relate what happened Wednesday night (Dec. 15). I consider this a testimony of God's power, protection, and love. It may frighten some readers. That is not my intention. Sometimes we have to see the power of the enemy and how God triumphs over it in order to deepen our faith. I praise God for His protection.  I was on day three of a fast to break whatever is preventing me from moving forward in multiple ways in my life. I was praying for victory. The day went well. My son was sick, so I spent the day watching TV with him. At one point we went for a walk, as it was 65 degrees but knew a storm was coming later. Everyone was in good spirits. My son was getting better and eating food like a horse. He took a bath, and then it was my turn.  I read my Bible (including Psalm 79) and another book while in the bath. Nothi...

I'm going to share something briefly. It has been on my heart for a long time, longer than this blog has existed. I haven't shared much of my spiritual journey. But I've taken a hard line in the spirit world, which has generated a lot of energy around (and in) me. I've gathered a lot of spiritual opposition over the years because I am faithful to pray against the devil's plans. I am a warrior. This makes me a marked man, unfortunately. Recently, I asked a friend why my life has been so difficult, going way back, and they replied, "Because you are marked." They get it. But there is more. Jesus Christ was anointed with the oil of gladness above all His fellows, which means He was the happiest man to walk the earth. My fasting recently is directed at what is blocking my life from moving forward. I felt heavy resistance for years. Bondage. Oppression. Unhappiness. It might be something in me or some sort of spiritual oppression around me. Or both. The devil wi...

My friends, if you have time and the inclination, will you pray with me? My dear friend is in a dreadful spot. She needs a way out. She needs a door to open. My friends, she is stuck and hurting. Pray with me, if you will.  Heavenly Father, we lift up to you my friend Cindy. Lord, she is hurting. She despairs of life. Many unfair circumstances persist in her life. And she is unable to move forward, though she desperately wants to. She is laden with heavy burdens too heavy to bear. Lord, you know Cindy, and you know she is kind, one of the kindest of your creation. She is a special woman, and we ask that you show her your special plan for the rest of her life. We lift her up to you in prayer and supplication. We ask that you station your angels around her and her family to always protect them from the attacks of the enemy. We also know she is very hard on herself. Remind her you can do so much with a broken vessel, perhaps more than one that is whole. Pour your love into her and let...

It bears repeating. Sigh. I question if I adequately described my current and longrunning state of mind in the last post by this name, so will continue here. Can I sum up my state of mind? Psalm 88 , which is arguably the saddest psalm, accurately describes how I feel. Every single line of the psalm perfectly reflects my life and my heart's cry. I shouldn't need to explain further, but I will. Care to join me?  Why is my life so sad, you ask? That is perhaps too broad a topic. All I know is it is not my choice. But someone is making decisions, so I must be choosing it somehow. Little decisions add up to big things. What we think in our minds becomes our life. So they say. If so, I will think of beautiful women on piles of money on my bed. Actually, just being able to sleep at night would be okay. Piles of money and women were never my fantasy, though I'm completely down with snuggling. After going through separation/divorce/losing the love of my life — which I wou...

I'm tired. Yes, I've written an awful lot lately, so I'm tired of writing. I'll finish out my photo memories series and then probably take a break.  But my tiredness is something else, too. I've fought most of my life against what is now happening in my country and around the world. I am a warrior, but I don't wrestle with flesh and blood. It is a purely spiritual battle, though we see the effects of that battle in the physical realm. Right now, God's people are not winning the battle. Yes, some days offer good news. Most days, however, are a draining parade of bad news.  This battle will probably kill me eventually. I've begged God to give me strength and a reason to continue. That reason appears to be my son. I want to see him grow up and have children of his own. I want to grow old and die a natural death. I want the same for him. That's my prayer.  When a man becomes involved in spiritual warfare, the enemy never forgets. Though that man...