No one, BUT Jesus

A cross

Through Christ we succeed.

I remember when I had no one to lean on, BUT Jesus-
I remember when the darkness fell around me and the paths were crooked with doubt, distress, delusion and destruction created with the blood of my fears and feeding of the flesh that surrounds the soul-
I remember when I cried out the people from the pulpits to the pews who provided potential poison to promote my pain and prevent my progress as playing the pal to pillage and pilfer became playful and profiting to the proud psyche-
I remember trying not to vomit my inner man and lap up death mixed with metal shards from the shackles binding my wrists infected of rust and shame for I was destined to fall by side of the road like last weeks McDonalds Big Mac container festered with insects fighting to devour the half eaten confidence that was my own, yet not so much my own, for I relied on the world to give me what it covets-
I remember the smell of hell as the door stood before me and I was tempted therein, while those people who called themselves ‘family’ which they redefined as Foolishly Accepting Mendacities Instantly Like Yummies walked away with laughable excuses and you’re not supposed to ever see the crossed fingers and sharpened daggers waiting to plunge deep into your trust because they want you to believe that tainted blood is thicker than the pure hatred-
I remember when I had no one to lean on, BUT Jesus.

A Killer In Your Fridge ~ Sweet Poison…A MUST READ

I am not a doctor, but I am going to test this. I add sweeteners to my coffee everyday, and used to drink diet sodas thinking I was doing my body a favor, yet I know that I have experienced these symptoms but thought most of this was stress related. If removing this from my diet helps, I will blog my update within the month.

In October of 2001, my sister started getting very sick. She had stomach spasms and she was having a hard time getting around. Walking was a major chore. It took everything she had just to get out of bed; she was in so much pain.

By March 2002, she had undergone several tissue and muscle biopsies and was on 24 various prescription medications. The doctors could not determine what was wrong with her. She was in so much pain, and so sick she just knew she was dying.

She put her house, bank accounts, life insurance, etc., in her oldest daughter’s name, and made sure that her younger children were to be taken care of.

She also wanted her last hooray, so she planned a trip to Florida (basically in a wheelchair) for March 22nd.

On March 19, I called her to ask how her most recent tests went, and…

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Expanding our spiritual vocabulary- Commix

The word is commix. Pronounced \kuh-MIKS\. This word is a verb, and is defined as

To mix together; blend.

Used in a sentence: The self-ordained ministries, man-made religions and those that follow them with blind conviction attempt to justify their futile attempts to commix the questionable commitment to the Word of God and the desire for financial gain only with disastrous results.
(Matthew ch.6:v.24)

Focus Point- Circle of darkness

Sometimes you are faced with the circle of darkness.

You can’t see a light nowhere you look, yet in these times you have to be EXTRA CAREFUL on who you share this with. See, many people don’t know HOW to listen; they are too busy with their own issues, or automatically tune out what actually matters and listen for keywords in order to spit scriptures at you without any real clarity or understanding of what is going on with you. This is mostly for them and their egos.
Here’s where it gets ugly: many will say ‘I’m praying for you’ but they’re really not; why should they pray for another when it seems like God ain’t hearing theirs and risk you getting a breakthrough when they’re still in the pits? Survival of the fittest, or just lack of intercession? Who knows. Have I done it? Of course. How do you think I know about it?