Autumn how I love th ee

I love the promises of Fall and how Autumn has danced inside my window.
I look forward to the remaining beauty that will soon unfold as God paints the leaves with His hands.

With Fall's arrival has come nasty allergies which have turned into a fever but praise the Lord I AM AN OVERCOMER on by HIS STRIPES and those things he endured on the cross...His sufferings, His bruises, His pain...all so that I may know live eternally, and be healed. How can one not believe in the God who formed the universe and us in our mother's womb. Who can deny His existence and love, power, and protection. As the leaves turn this fall I pray so will the hearts that have been hardened.

oh how i let my anger keep me away from You

Today I felt mocked by the enemy as anger and irritation rose within from something that took place around 3:45ish. I had a check coming in the mail that I needed in the bank TODAY so that I can get my car inspected (I am already a month overdue). So I get home (to my parents house actually), check the mail, and hmmmmmmmmm that's odd we have the next door neighbors mail. Where is our mail with my check? Oh who knows? It's not where it should be. So after lots of phone calls, frantic spastic moments, driving to 2 different post offices, filing a complaint, calling my boss to tell her the situation, getting home at 5:30 checkless....I had to look back and be like man I did not handle this situation at all like I wanted to. And all the while when I had been pointing fingers at the devil, my boyfriend provoked me and said "jennie have you ever thought that maybe God was trying to test/work your patience.?"

Nope I was too mad to stop and maybe try and look for the God/Good in the situation. Often times we do that to ourselves. We allow our emotions and rage to win us over and leave us tired and all bent out of shape...sinning pretty as you please. When if I would have just STOPPED and checked myself, cried out to God, and waited for HIM to help me, I could have avoided a lot of mess. Not only did I get in a hot mess but I also took some things out on the people that cared about me when it wasn't even their faults. Why do we do that?

Lord let us not let our emotions/frustrations/irritations get the best of us and yank us under the current of anger/rage/lashing out. Keep us from sin Lord as we turn away from our problems and fix our eyes on you. I ask that we no longer act our of our fleshly promptings but turn and cleave to our spiritual help. I cleave to You 2night Lord and repent for allowing the afternoon and it's events to get the best of me and cause me to sin.

So today I learned:
1. I have a lot to walk out and work on
2. Our enemy at times wants us to get so distracted in our "problems" pointing the blame on him, keeping our bodies and energies towards him,....distracting us from the still small voice that may be trying to teach us a lesson.
3. GEtting angry over something you can't exactly change at that exact moment only leads to further destruction and sin.
4.Today my kids and I read a book called STOP, drop and chill (ways to control anger). I think God was trying to prepare me this morning and speak to me through the book.

The Land Cries out for a Savior

The other day I found myself strolling the aisle of Target and couldn't help but hear the conversation that was loudly taking place on the next aisle between two college aged girls. They were discussing various parties and drunken moments and retarded, idiotic things they did while intoxicated. Lowering their voices in hushed giggles they started talking about smoking pot but obviously their tones remained open to the public. Throughout this conversation multiple choice cuss words flowed out of their mouth like garbage going down a trash chute. I couldn't believe that they had no shame nor remorse in their brag fest as adults with small children walked by. It disgusted me and I felt dirty as I walked past them. What has become of our young adults and their conversations. Bragging over who got the drunkest or who blazed the most...what credentials are they looking for. Underneath the hype and hoopla a deeper voice cries out. Look at me, want me, pay attention to me. Starving for something they don't even know is within reach.

Oh how the land cries out for a Savior.

Earlier this evening while I was taking my dog out to potty a guy in a red truck pulled up talking loudly on the phone. Apparently the conversation was not one of agreement for the man began yelling at the other person on the phone. Minutes went by and he continued to holler choice words into the phone. On my way back inside he slammed his car door and told the person on the phone he was a wack mother' f'er and said about 10 other cuss words. Anger was brewing and moving and lashing out at the recipient on the other end of the line. Many acts of violence have been birthed from anger..rage..torment.

Oh how the land cries out for a SAvior.

Day in, day out if we just look around the world paints a picture of the need...the hunger...the desperation. It's in the faces you may pass by in the streets, or the stranger you may be too busy to greet,...stop...look...it's all around you.

I pray we will not be too busy to see
what it is the world really needs

Oh how the land

cries out
for a
SAVIOR

1 Chronicles 16:35 (New International Version)

35 Cry out, "Save us, O God our Savior
gather us and deliver us from the nations,
that we may give thanks to your holy name,
that we may glory in your praise."

Goosebumps

My lack of blogging publically has only been a reflection of God pulling me behind closed doors to work some things out. Not only that but also to woo me back to my first love. That ultimately is His heart's cry for His beloved. That we would come back to our first love. I cannot say it has been easy for our pride and flesh get inbetween so very much. But even now as we speak He calls, and even now as I type when He whispers secrets into my ears, my whole body bursts out in goosebumps.

He moves through my veins and pumps fresh annointings, creative gifts, and promises of Hope.
Oh Lord that YOU are good and worthy to be praised.

FYI: I have another blog for my archived blog files from myspace. The Link is this:
http://archivedfilesjru.blogspot.com/

I've been complicating a lot

in terms of my relationship with God
and it hasn't been until recently that I've caught that revelation and allowed it to penetrate into my heart and be absorbed by my soul.

The Elijah Revolution

I'm nearing the closure of reading The Elijah's Revolution by Jim W Goll and Lou Engle. Today I read about the balance between the Church and the State as well as how prayer was taken out of the schools. I revisited some information I had looked up after the VA tech shootings and found Madalyn Murray O'Hair. She was a woman who founded American Atheists, and campaigned for the separation of church and state. She also was responsible for this:

In 1960, Murray filed a lawsuit (Murray v. Curlett) against the Baltimore, Maryland School District in which she claimed it was unconstitutional for her son William to be required to participate in Bible readings at Baltimore public schools. She further claimed that her son's refusal to partake in the Bible readings had made him the victim of violence from other classmates that she claimed was overlooked by administrators. (William later publicly stated that her claims of his being a victim of violence were fraudulent; see below.) In 1963, this suit (amalgamated with the similar Abington School District v. Schempp) reached the United States Supreme Court which voted 8-1 in her favor, effectively banning "coercive" public prayer and Bible-reading at public schools in the United States. (For more information see this site or google search her: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madalyn_Murray_O'Hair

So as I continued to read and God put me in rememberance of the fury this stirred in my spirit I was overwhelmed with a burden to start doing what our forefathers did not do. Press in, be a voice, NO TOLERANCE to these things that we have allowed to take place. Silence will get us nowhere. We pretty much let an Atheist take prayer and bible readings out of our schools and didn't do a darn thing about it. Something about that sits horribly within my spirit.

I have included what Lou and Jim say regarding the seperation of the Church and the State because I think it is worth reading and worth sharing. I pray it speaks to you and stirs a zealous passion to begin intercessing and crying out to take back what is God's!!

" During recent decades the Church sat largely silent while the nation's godly heritage was gradually stripped away through legislation and court decisions. Almost without a fight the people of God yielded the field to the enemies of truth, surrendering biblical principles and values to the God denying forces of humanism and rationalism.

Jesus defined the proper balance between Church and state when He said, "Render to Ceasar the things that are Ceasar's and to God, the things that are God's (Mk 12:17) Much of the country's problems stem from the fact that the Church has rendered to Ceasar things that never were Ceasar's to start with, yielding to the state prerogatives that God never gave to the state. God never gave the state jurisdiction over public prayer or the authority to regulate personal expressions of faith. He never assigned to the state the right to define the parameters or relative value of human life, whether unborn or otherwise. God never relegated to the state the prerogative to redefine the family or to rewrite moral standards according to personal whim so that virtually anything is "acceptable." God never rendered these things to Ceasar, but the Church did! We, the blood bought Church of Jesus Christ, surrendered them through inattention and neglect.

This is why we fast and pray. This is why we cry out.

the war.

Oh it cannot be in vain.

And yet I must stir up my soul to lay hold of that which I cannot comprehend.

The glass in their hands tries to stab me in the front as well as the back.
But a higher power shields me from their spirit of two facedness that has been trying to smother me.

Send the truth Lord.
Send the Real, loving, and genuine ones.

9-14 have been busy, pressing days...

but God in His faithfulness has reminded me and redirected me continually through this time frame. Nudges, gentle shoves forward to the course I am to walk in, the route I am to not veer off of, and how to remain under His covering and in His will.

Days 6.7.8

Day 6's theme was Rain. I continued reading about Elijah in 1 Kings 18:41. While I was reading I was also listening to a Leonard Jones instrumental worship cd and this particular song really took me to an ancient village. The people were from a descent of dark skin. Their houses were made of mud and grasses and the dust was swirling and floating into the atmosphere from the red roads. I saw children with dark hair and deep brown almond eyes stop from whatever they were doing and made their way outside. They pushed their hair out of their eyes and gazed up into the sky. Soon after the parents and elders of the village joined them outside. The wind began to pick up speed and rustled their hair as well as the bushes/shrubs around them. Their faces held unspoken hope and desperation. Was it a sign of rain? Were the clouds formed with the promise of water to spill over? Had the drought finally ceased? What was it Lord that they were looking at? What had moved them in this standstill position in a trance that requires their gaze to move up, up into the open skies?

Then God took me back to this scripture in 1 Kings 18:41: THERE IS A SOUND OF ABUNDANCE OF RAIN.

It was as if God was giving me the sound of the abundance of rain through this simple worship song. Elijah then went up to the top of Mount Carmel to humble and reverance himself before the Lord and pray/CRY OUT for rain. The servant was sent out to check the skies for rain. His return came back with a report of nothing. But Elijah did not give up. He sent the servant out 7 times. The seventh time there was a sign of rain (a little cloud shaped like a man's hand). This one small cloud produced a black sky with great winds and the production of a GREAT RAIN.

Points to Ponder/Jru sidenotes:
1. another reoccuring theme I noticed with Elijah was his humbleness as well as his VOICE to cry out continually before the Lord. My tongue has been so silenced lately it seems. I pray that God fashions this cry within us all and let it be exercised in it's full capacity.
2. Persistent Perseverance continued to rise up within me as I meditated upon this passage. Elijah did not give up despite what it did or did not look like. The promise had already been laid, and the expectancy stirred wildly within the one who persistently perservered.

Later that night (Saturday) at the Well we prayed for ...RAIN! and one of my second/third mother's prayed out the same passage "Let there be a sound of abundance of rain". God was really preparing my spirit and heart ahead of time as to the direction He wanted us to move.

Later that night (Saturday) and all day Sunday guess what it did? IT RAINED!

At the Well we also prayed for The Call. After everyone finished prayer the following rolled through me and I had to write it down lest it pass me by:::" It's time to strip off and shut up the spirit of seduction, seperation, and the sinful serenades we've had with the things of this world"

Day 7 was embraced from all angles and I truely believe God was trying to holler at me and draw me deeper unto Him. I broke through my "no sunday church attendance" slump and visited another church. The Word was really good and then later I got the chance to have a prophetic word spoken over me and I was prayed over. It was amazing and nudged me into the direction I had already been pursuing. Confirmation and words of love spoken over me left me reminded of the princess I am, and how much my beloved loves me. (I guess somewhere I had detatched myself from that..or simply forgot).

Last night on the way home I became burdened to pray for people and situations I never in a million years would have thought I would want to or be able to pray for the things that were pressing at me. But it came, and it flowed and I truely felt a sweet release in the spirit. Prayer flooded over into the apartment and I prayed out all kinds of stuff. It's good to know that while I'm on my fast the prayer is there as well. It's amazing how much healing, deliverance, and being aligned with God's heart can do in your life.

Today is still a work in progress but this morning God gave me a surprise in the clouds. I was driving to work listening to some worship music just thinking about the Lord when I looked up and to the left the clouds were shaped and had formed the word YES very distinctively and clearly. What was even more crazy is somehow the cloud formation moved directly in front of my viewing again saying YES. (all lower case letters). Almost as if God heard me be like "am I really seeing this or am I trippen?"

This week promises to be a busy one. Pray for endurance and ability to get all done that is required.