Several years ago, I had a dream that changed my whole life.
I saw the cross with a little door at the bottom. It was VERY, tiny. It was so small, that I wondered if I could fit? As I started to crawl, army style on my stomach toward the cross, it began to open up. It was such a mystery. I wanted to know what was on the other side, but I didn't dare to look up, in case the Lord might notice me.
Foolish woman that I was--Jesus wasn't even on the cross. Then a voice spoke to me, "Why are you crawling on your belly, child?" The voice was familiar. It was Jesus.
I answered, "Lord, I want to go through the tiny door, but I am afraid I won't fit."
"With that backpack strapped to your back, child, you will never get though. No baggage allowed," He responded
I was so disappointed. I didn't recognize that I was carrying a heavy burden on my back. For years, it had been attached to me like superglue.
The Lord knew my thoughts, " Have you forgotten? I AM THE DOOR and I took all your burden through this door years ago." exclaimed the Lord.
I had forgotten. Strapped to my back was still my burden of sin. I knew better, but why was I still holding on to it? Before I knew it, Jesus had unstrapped my backpack, put it on His shoulders, and disappeared.
The tiny door began to mysteriously open. I heard the Lord say, "Now, go through the door and enjoy my presence."
In fear and trembling I went through the door as it closed behind me. What a marvelous sense of His presence and fullness of joy came over me. For the first time, I was free of my burden of sin.
Suddenly, I heard a loud wailing cry from the outside of the door. "My God My God, why have you forsaken Me?"
I fell prostrate on my face. In my spirit, I saw Jesus on the cross with blood sweating through His pores and dripping down His face. His flesh was merciless stripped from His body. All of this was endured for my sake. My sin had nailed Him on the cross. I cost Him His life. For how long I don't remember, it was quiet.
Then I heard these words, " Arise my daughter. Your sins though they were many have been washed in my blood. You were forgiven--come follow me." I now found myself on the other side of the cross looking out into the world through the eyes of Jesus and my heart was changed.
This vision opened my spiritual eyes to see that Jesus is the door into the Kingdom of God. There is no other way. Through His death, burial and resurrection, the Lord crucified me. Now I no longer live, but I live by the faith of the Son of God who loved me and gave Himself for me.(Gal 2:20 KJ). I have a brand new life and it is a brand-new day. Jesus is alive in me and I in Him.
John 10:9 'I Am the Door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved and will go in and out and find pasture."
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Thursday, October 15, 2015
This is the most beautiful rendition of the Lord's prayer I have ever heard. Our God created man's voice to worship Him. These five men have used their voices to bless the Lord in tones and expression that will make you weep. It is beautiful.
Thursday, October 8, 2015
It doesn't matter what you are addicted to: alcohol, sex, drugs, food, gambling, TV, or cigarettes. The list could go on and on. If there is any thing that you can't control and it controls you, it could be a demon oppressing you. Don't freak out. Demons love to prey on our weaknesses. The name of Jesus is above every name. His name is more powerful than any addiction. He is our deliver from this world of sin.
What I am about to share is a true story of how the Lord delivered me from an 18 year nicotine addiction. I have to admit that there are more powerful devices than nicotine, but an addiction is an addiction, and anyone who has had an addiction knows what I mean. It is not that easy to quit a powerful, controlling vice in ones life. You need something or someone stronger than your will power to deliver you from an addiction.
I was eighteen years old and a freshmen in college when I started smoking. Back in the 50's, cigarettes were a status symbol. I was heading off to college and smoking became my identity. I needed it to feel accepted. I never thought about my lungs or any other health issues that might occur. All my friends smoked. A white cloud of smoke followed my gang everywhere across the campus. By the end of my freshmen year, I was smoking a pack a day. It financially shot my monthly allowance.
For the next eighteen years I smoked. It was part of who I was. Many of my friends who smoked weren't addicted. They could stop and start at will. I could not.
Hope for the first time came one morning in prayer. I cried out to the Lord, "Why can't You stop me? I can't stop!" I was desperate.
A soft answer came into my spirit, "You love the cigarette more than Me. It is your idol. Repent and I will deliver you."
Honestly, I had no idea that I loved smoking more than the Lord and that it was an idol. I repented. "Lord forgive me for loving the cigarette more than You. I confess I have listened to the devil's voice and not Yours. In the name of Jesus I renounce the spirit of nicotine. I repent and turn to You."
Second Chronicles 15:17 quickly came to mind "You will not need to fight this battle. Stand still and see the salvation of the LORD on your behalf." I realized that this scripture was given to Jehoshaphat when he was up against an enemy worse than my smoking, but His God was mine, too, and God doesn't change. By faith I received this word as if God was speaking to me. The desire for smoking disappeared within a week.
Shortly after this deliverance, one afternoon while I was resting, I felt a warm sensation come over my lung area. I didn't think anything about it, until later, when I went shopping. A strong desire for a cigarette came over me. I kept a pack of cigarettes under the front seat just in case.
The urge was getting stronger, and as I reached under the front seat, I heard a small still voice say, "I healed your lungs. Why do you want to destroy them now?" From that day on, I have never smoked or had the desire. The God who delivered me, by His grace is now keeping me, by His grace. He won the battle of nicotine and I could see for the first time the power of the cross, not only against addiction, but against my sin. To this day there is no hidden pack of cigarettes under the front seat of my car.