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This week, my week was talked about in both kingdoms. Recording breaking is good. Talley marks count. Sometimes I feel like I carry the weight of the world and even though I may think that, it’s just a fictional puffed up way to say, “I could use some help”. This week the world I live in never heard me say that, because the words never crossed my lips. But the kingdom I’m living towards, they heard my screams and every cry was met with retaliation from the enemy. Give up was my enemy’s battle cry. Doubt your cause was their air raid. The constant mumble was don’t take our word, just look at the giant waves all around you. You’re not even sure He can hear you from here…are you? Who could hear your baby cries when you’re choking on the storm your drowning in. Where’s your trumpet? The mumbles continued, people worth saving can herald their causes. You must not even have a cause, and if you think you do, you’re so far down on the list you don’t even have a rescue whistle. I heard all that in my spirit. Those untruths crossed my mind. Although they may have dragged me down, it was momentary and the truth that I’ve set my course on was the directional wind at my back.
The truth I know is I’ve been called to right an injustice, an injustice that matters. I’m called because I was born carrying the destiny to rewrite this history. Generations I will never meet, need me to hold on for dear lives. Great swimmers are never giving rescue whistles. Lifeguards save, they never herald for help. What I know is my Savior has made a way, because the cause I’m battling for is imperative. The truth is I’m more than baby cries drowning in my storm. I’m a formable opponent who has caused the enemy great stress this week. I met his financial rip tides with a distracted love for the people around me. And this is something I struggle with adequate words for, financial stress is distracting. As a single mother of three it’s possible to be completely overwhelmed by it. While there were times yes, I was distracted. But the things I was overwhelmed by were the brake marks on the road. Overwhelming love the big gigantic love that makes no sense. Mostly the Love that God has generously filled me with that sometimes came with specific direction, but there’s so much of it that it overflows into crazy things that normal love won’t touch. And when I press into it, and by press in, I mean put my thoughts towards it. Kinda like how a frustration get’s fed so it festers. Pressing is is a religious term that I think means you consciously put your thoughts to. You go after it with your mind. The goldmine I uncovered this week (and thats funny my biggest attacks were financial, because the revelation I uncovered was great nuggets of truth) and as I pressed in to Love. First the Love that my Father has given me and that revelation is another gigantic story. When I think about the ways he’s loved me, I get distracted by my brag stories on Him, they bring an automatic smile, because how could they not. It is a love story, just like in life when someone loves you and although your second hand reheated story may not cause the butterflies to your listeners, to you it does every time. Your heart stirs, your smile rises. That’s what my loves stories about my Father, my Savior, my Lord, thats the domino effect they start. Because His love it never stops there, well it never stops. Reminding my self of His great love springs a leak and then it bleeds onto the people I know that he’s specifically called me to love. As I follow through a well springs up and over flows my frustrations and where they usually rise up, they can’t swim, they drown. And it’s love that makes no earthly sense. Uncultivated love bubbles up. These aren’t champagne bubbles, oh no, these are, you put washing machine soap in the dishwasher bubbles. Overwhelming, will it ever stop love. What I noticed was that as I focused on it in the spiritual it followed up in reality. Believe it or not, all I can say is try it. Love conquers all. The greatest tactics the enemy came against me with, in the grand scheme of things weren’t even momentary setbacks. Great strives were made in the kingdom. Songs were written in celebration of the standards that were raised. It was a big deal. In the middle of it, it was a big deal. But on the other side it’s a different kinda big deal. Sometime’s the greatest thing we can do, in earthly terms looks like busy work. Reminding yourself of what He has done, is the greatest weapon against the enemy’s doubt casting. I believe that’s where engagement is made. If you resign your self to the doubt, the battle is over before it started. I firmly believe this is the first step to warring and changing history, If you don’t who will. No one else was created for your destiny.

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The day I link it all back to, was Thanksgiving 2010, I was praying with my sister and I’ve heard people talk about the presence of God and at that moment there was no longer any question in my mind had I felt it. It changed everything, I looked for it every time I prayed, and like a selfish child that wasn’t enough. I began to look for the presence while I was waiting on my kids at cheerleading practice or at a basketball game. Where’s he at? Was at the root of every question I ask. Seek and you will find I thought. I didn’t want to miss a single chance. That’s how I fed my hunger with more hunger, total distraction. What’s the score of the game? I don’t know, have you seen God, have you felt the Spirit? Of course I never said it out loud, but it was the tip of my tongue, that fumbled all my legitimate answers. Why wasn’t anyone else consumed? It began to leak out of all my conversations…”I felt God say…I think the Spirit wants” I said it with such enthusiasm that people listened, I think my passion was so real they could borrow it, but only while I was there. It was weird, or maybe I was…but I’m not. What I am is loved, truly, madly, deeply loved by the creator of the universe and he calls me his daughter, he calls me his beloved. He speaks to me. He encourages me. He lifts me up. I would say He satisfies my soul, but He doesn’t, I’m just thirsty for more. Looking for Him, desperately seeking Him, everywhere you go, in everything you do, just because you gotta know more, that’s where it started for me, that’s where my ears began to perk up. It really is a friendship that takes time to develop, you learn His ways and you get to know His heart. You wanna be able to run through a drive thru and order for Him. A friend you talk to everyday. A family member that the whole reunions a bust if they don’t show up. Your missing part. That’s where He fills you in.

What's supernatural?

What’s supernatural?

Supernatural – from the Greek word super nature, means something in a realm we cannot see or understand….Well how do you begin to understand something that is defined by opinions…For more than a couple of years this subject has truly fascinated me. I guess it started when a prophet came to our church, yes that was definitely when I really started to push against the proverbial wall of what was possible and what was fanatical. The prophet knew things that I knew he couldn’t know, so that drew the line, for me it all hinged on the prophet and the light he shed with his foretelling. The way I rationalized it was this, the things he prophesied about he couldn’t have known without some supernatural connection, it was no coincidence, so if there was a possible supernatural, then for me that meant God was real and alive today, not just for when we die to judge our ways, but he was connected somehow, in this moment right now. For me this was pretty huge. Once you cross that line then where does it stop? If God is alive and aware of the goings on in my life today, that means I believe He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. So the God that created the universe, that spoke the world into existence is concerned on a personal level in my life. This is a powerful thought by its self, so if God is so aware of me, he can use a regular guy, a prophet, to speak things to me that I’d never uttered to a living soul. Can I know things about him that he’s never uttered to a living soul? Now this is quickly closing in on stuff we never discussed in all my Sunday school days. Was this sacrilegious or is this cutting edge theology? Is there such a thing as cutting edge theology? I don’t know, suddenly Sunday school seems more like a day camp, then an actual school, because if you don’t learn this in school, how exactly do you learn about these things? Where do you get schooled on what seems to be opinions? Well this was my thought process, I wanted to stick to the truth and if possible avoid the fanatical, so I decided truth would be what was biblical, so where do you go to get biblical truths on supernatural things? Well I went to iTunes, it made sense to me and I searched for every podcast that had the word Revelation in the description, I figured that was the most supernatural of the books of the bible, so why not start there. As you can imagine I founds hundreds and hundreds of podcast, so I just started in alphabetical order and started downloading, what I didn’t know what this was the beginning of the best journey I’ve ever been on. At first I just listened to a couple of podcast a week, when I had time, some I barely started before I deleted them and some I listened to over and over. Of all the hours and hours and even weeks and weeks of teachings of the book of Revelation, by far the best laid plan was done by Mark Driscoll at Mars Hill Church. Mark is an excellent bible teacher, he has a gift of relaying the word of God in a very practical way. I learned so many things from these podcast, but more than anything I heard, it was what I learned about myself that was the most surprising, I was desperately curious about God, my Savior, and how the Holy Spirit fit in. What did each of these unique aspects of the Trinity specifically mean to me? I didn’t know! But I was on a quest. I wish I could tell you how many podcast I’ve listened to over the last couple of years, I’d really like to know. A year or so ago my husband tried to sync his phone to our iTunes account and the cloud tried to add over 1,600 podcast to his iphone, but the space was unavailable. To him this was a sign of ludicrous, I just chuckled to myself surprised that the preacher’s kid who once thought she’d heard it all was still listening. When I exhausted the book of Revelation, I began to wonder about the Holy Spirit, and the iTunes search began again. This led me along side more questions of the super natural, it piqued all my interests. What about how the Red Sea parted. How did Gideon prophesy to the dry bones and they became an army? How did Paul and Silas sing their way out of shackles and prison gates. How did leprosy get healed? How did the blind see, the deaf hear? Jesus told his disciples greater works will you do, in other words, because you’ll have access to the Holy Spirit, you can do all the things I’ve done and more. So where does this begin, well the only thing I’ve truly learned so far is the first step, and that’s Belief! I don’t want to limit God, I don’t know what he’s capable of, and I don’t know what I’m capable of as an extension of Him, but at this point I’d say the possibilities are limitless as the galaxies are endless. I’m still listening and I actually heard a podcast today that I really liked from Catch the Fire London, Called “The Kingdom is full of strange things”. Beyond the everyday extraordinary, I’ve only casually experienced the supernatural, I’ve seen prophets, I’ve even heard testimonies of healing’s. I’ve felt the presence of God, I’ve known his peace that passes all understanding, I’ve experienced his fullness, but I’m shy of an extraordinary mind blowing thrill ride experience. I think its possible, I think God is as real today as he ever was. I think my biggest regret in the after life will be wishing I would’ve pressed harder for the things that were right at the tips of my fingers. I won’t let the blanks I’ve drawn, be the end of my story. I’m open to all there is. I’m expecting the unrealistic, the hidden to be found and the history to be rewritten. If it’s possible, why not dream as big as it gets?<

I’ve learned to hear Your voice in the storm. And the depths of those talks may make me a storm chaser for life. It’s you’re revelation, the high definition of Your love, the stillness of your steadfast. Your strength fills my weaknesses. My worth has exploded because You showed up. You captured my heart, it’s quiet and so my soul cries out “Send the rain!!!” ” “Bring on the thunder and the winds of change!!” all for another whiff of your goodness, the way you drew near. But that’s it…A new day has begun and now my ears that are tuned to that perfect pitch, can I hear Him in the Spring? I know Him as a Savior, there was no doubt of my need for a rescuer. The bigger the need the easier it is to justify the cry. Now I must rest on my identity as one he chooses to call righteous. I’ve got to trust that voice I heard in the wind that now begs me to come closer so I don’t have to talk so loud, and just trust him with my day, with my details, just like i trusted Him with my life. How do I become a friend of God, I’ve sang songs about it, but we all understand basic social hierarchy. If the president of the United States and I happen to be at the same charity dinner, I wouldn’t assume he would eat at the same table as me, why would he? The list of more qualified people would put me outta the realm of possible table talk. So why would the creator of the universe switch his place card just to get to sit next to me? Because of love, pure and simple, that and He tells me I’ve got His eyes and my heart reminds Him of His Son, but then He goes on and on and I want to say No, no that’s not true, none of that, you must be mistaken me with someone else, ya see I’d rather be upfront, Christel clear about my super power skills to disappoint, because to see disappointment in His eyes would rip my very soul out, but it’s just as I start to wind up with my full Monty of failures that he tilts his head just that little movement, tiny in fact, that I get swept in to the deep pools of his eyes filled with the most extravagant pure love, love seems like too weak of a word and this love “look” it pierces my heart, and melts my inferiority, my unworthiness vanishes like a light dust with a high powered vacuum and all I can think is ohhhh yeah this is way better than a storm. #stormchasers, #friendship

I have found new pockets in your love, deep pockets, I can sink into and breathe in a deep sigh of relief.
These pockets weren’t what I was looking for, they were what I stumbled upon, as I fumbled around for the love that I lost. If stumbling can lead to a revelation of this proportion than maybe when I’m weak he strength is made abundant, he gives me beauty for trading in my ashes, a garment worth raving about for a bad mood and he takes my total discouragement and gives me the essence of a celebration that was thrown for me.

I grew up in the church, and as a little girl I remember having revival week, it was kinda like vacation bible school for adults. Revival in theory has remained the same but as the church has come out of her shell, perhaps because of the lessons we’ve learned from history, or maybe thanks to social media & the word of our brothers & sisters testimonies around the world, constantly reminding us that God can do more than we thought, hoped or imagined. The constant christian battle cry for the last decade or more has been “Send us Revival, Lord!!!” So my question like so many that have come before me has been was there a common catalyst? The Welsh revival, Azusa Street, The Toronto Outpouring, The Lakeland Outpouring. What attracts the mighty outpouring of The Holy Spirit? If anyone new for sure there’d be no more questions, but a constant outpouring somewhere. So here’s my new fresh thought of the day. We know God is fresh and new and that he constantly surprises us, So if revival is about soul saving (at least at it’s root). So what if we’re looking for a mighty rushing wind & we had the key in our hand the whole time. What if the key to revival is….Forgiveness….What if it’s not about the work we do to get thousands of others changedd what if the buck stopped here, we are the change, the degree of offence we hold on to is the degree of revival we stave off.

Matthew 16:19 “I will give you the keys to the kingdom of heaven, Whatever you bind on earth wiill be bond in heaven, whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven”

WOW! This is so powerful, I cann’t believe it took me till today to connect the dots, but Jesus said This is the keys to the Kingdom of Heaven, the key, the code the answer. And then Jesus says it again two chapters later

Matthew 18:18 “I tell you the truth, whatever you bind on earth will ne bound in heaven and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.”

In this same conversation Peter ask Jesus How many times do you forgive someone that has wronged you, and Jesus basically said just keep forgiving. When Jesus repeats himself it signifies a matter of importance, in fact anytime someone repeats something they are reiterating significance. So with all that in mind Jesus answer is to repeat forgiveness, not because its weak and needs to be reapplied, no not at all its repeated because of its utter greatness.

Wikipedia says: In usage to bind & to loose means to simply to forbid by and indisputable authority and to permit by an indisputable authority.

INDISPUTABLE AUTHORITY!!! thats powerful!! Is wikipedia more aware of our idenity in Christ and the powerful authority kingdom keys we hold with casual unawareness.

Could your key to revival be forgiveness? Do you count yourself with those crying for God to heal our land and send revival? Anonymous and unanimous are so grass roots, we can like a post with the thousands of others that says “send revival!” but when it comes to being counted as those who are standing for actual revival and those who are standing in the way, I say have you any inforgiveness? Its so much easier to evangelize and work on other people than to actually do the work of the Lord and forgive like he has forgiven us, like he taught us with the very life he gave up. When you think about salvation on a broad spectrum, like a nation saved, lets call it The United States, Say we want revival in the U.S.A., if God T.V. were to interrupt your new’s feed with breaking news that “First on the scene shows millions saved in the U.S. through a sweeping revival…” We would give thanks, but how many people do we have the power to forgive, set free and show guilt free when it comes to soul ties between us & them when they stand before the Father. Jesus said I give you the keys of the kingdom, when someone gives you the keys you’re supposed to use them, they way they would use them. I think most people that claim they want revival & for God to heal our land aren’t willing to forgive, to get there, forgiveness means you trust God to justify you, it requires faith, sorta like salvation requires faith. Salvation should bears fruit, but unforgiveness brings rot….So I leave you with two questions, What does your harvest look like? And How bad do you really want revival?

When I tuck my kids in at night and we have our little day summary chats, the question that is hidden inside everything I ask is, “how’s your heart?” Proverbs 4:23 Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life. Life is a constant motion, you’re either moving forward towards your destiny or you’re moving backwards away from it. Your never really in a holding pattern, but rather a living vessel made to pour out of.

Were you an influence or were you influenced today? Did you change your environment or did it change you? Because the world is begging you to be the difference, anyone can go along with the crowd, but its the Rosa Parks that are willing be the one that influence and change history. Deuteronomy 28:13 The Lord made you the head and not the tail.r

Did you give love or did you give up control of your love? We are called to love, we are created to love, we were made in the image of love, God is love. If life is constantly moving we either were love or we with held our love,

Every day you make a difference, everyday you create a legacy, everyday your life matters.

Just consider how you influence your children, keep in mind you’re also influencing everyone they influence, it’s worth all the effort you can afford and borrow against.

Now that’s powerful!!

Be Mighty!!!!