Warriors war; that’s what we do

Some people say your  “the momma bear”. Others call is the lioness protecting her cubs. I call it Jesus’ warrior bride covering those people she loves and calls her family. For that matter, this warrior bride can war at the drop of a hat.  Blessed be the Lord God who has taught my hands to war and my fingers to fight.  I love that verse. It’s who I AM-not what I do. I war.

I could be at work and be overtaken with the urge to pray. I’mma pray for a minute then get back to work. I would see something on line that breaks my heart. I excuse myself from my family for a minute and go into my prayer closet and pray until the burden is listed. I will raise up that hedge so that the serpent can slide on in and bite.

prayer and tears

The more I study prayer and deliverance, the more I pray and I am delivered! Russ Dizdar has awesome free mp3’s on his website Shatterthedarkness.com and they are awe sooooommmme. I’ve never felt so alive and engaged in shredding beyond recognition the enemies’ camps.

Remember that time the devil won???!!?!?!?!

Yeah, ME EITHER….It’s because he is ALREADY DEFEATED. JESUS conquered him at Calvary!!!! The cross of Christ stomped death, hell AND THE GRAVE.

the risen Christ

 Come on what are we so afraid of!!!!???? It’s time to engage people of the Living God. He is the GOD OF THE ANGEL ARMIES. And here is one of my favorites


People we’ve already won. Jesus paid the price, he did the hard part! All we really need to do is occupy the kingdom and hold it until He comes back. Jesus didn’t say it was gonna be biscuits’ covered with gravy every single day of your life. He said because they hate me (and Father God), they going to hate you! He also said be of good cheer, I have overcome the world (the world system).

Please stop crying bout your past and put your big girl panties on –lace up those boot straps, grab a weapon and stand your post.  No one was ever won for Jesus by a whinny snivelly defeated Christian.

What was that song? They will know we are Christians by our love by our love. Remember that one.

This is how I started the morning.  Psalms 68:1-4

Psa 68:1  To the chief Musician, A Psalm or Song of David. Let God arise, let his enemies be scattered: let them also that hate him flee before him.

Psa 68:2  As smoke is driven away, so drive them away: as wax melteth before the fire, so let the wicked perish at the presence of God.

Psa 68:3  But let the righteous be glad; let them rejoice before God: yea, let them exceedingly rejoice.

Psa 68:4  Sing unto God, sing praises to his name: extol him that rideth upon the heavens by his name JAH, and rejoice before him. (KJV)


Lets try the amplified –


The God of Sinai and of the Sanctuary

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. A Song.

68 Let God arise, and His enemies be scattered;
Let those who hate Him flee before Him.

As smoke is driven away, so drive them away;
As wax melts before the fire,
So let the wicked and guilty perish before [the presence of] God.

But let the righteous be glad; let them be in good spirits before God,
Yes, let them rejoice with delight.

Sing to God, sing praises to His name;
Lift up a song for Him who rides through the desert—
His name is the Lord—be in good spirits before Him.

Does this sound like a Being that is gonna bow down to someone else?

Of course not. He knows the endgame from the beginning. And people, let me tell you–WE WIN!

Saddle up partners! We have to live life on life’s terms. BUT WE HAVE A GOD WHO WINS.–therefore, we win!

Until next time-Yippy Ki AYE!





All I can do is cry

prayer and tears

Sometimes, all I can do is cry!

Something touches my heart or I am praying for others and no words can express what I am thinking and feeling. I know that my God honors that. I know that no matter what the prayer, He hears me. Psalms 56:8 states that He knows all of our wonderings; they are in His book along with every tear I’ve cried.

I am okay with the waterworks now. It wasn’t always like that. I was ashamed to cry in front of others, especially at church. Over the years, as I learned to yield to the promptings of the Holy Spirit, it became easier. I know that He was just tenderizing my heart in His presence; replacing the heart that had become jaded in my years of drug addiction and living on the street.  He gently and purposefully chipped away at me until I was sensitive to some of the things that touched HIS HEART!

And now, sometimes, all I can do is cry!

Like tonight as I looked over the squares I had drawn in my notebook. Each filled with a specific prayer request that needed to be lifted up to the Lord. Private things, personal things, some ministry needs among other things. I became overwhelmed and the tears covered the page. I covered those boxes with my hands and just poured out. There were no words, there was not a coherent syllable was uttered for quite some time. But my Father knew what each needed and I believe that He used what I could offer to move in each circumstance.

Simply because He is God and He honors our tears.


weeping may endure

One of my favorite scriptures is Psalms 30:5 ~~ Weeping may endure for the night BUT joy comes in the morning. No matter what we face in our darkest times, no matter the battle, the struggle or hopelessness, JOY will BREAK THROUGH with the LIGHT or the SON! No matter how you say it, the light brings relief from all of the darkness that we face.

We are not without weapons: tears, prayers, praise, worship, dancing, singing, speaking in tongues, declaring the Word of God, thanksgiving…WHATEVER IT IS USE IT!

Like with me, sometimes all I can do is cry.

Until next post, be Passionate in all you do!

Are we too spooky?

  scared girls

Have you ever heard someone say that a person is so spiritually minded that they are no earthly good?

What does that look like to you? Is it the person who takes everything in life so literally? What if Jesus came down in a flaming ball of glory and threw a mountain into the sea, would they have some spiritual implication that explains away the reality that it really happened?

I can hear it now in my head.

“Well, you know Jesus and the fire says you know like he is righteously angry and you know the glory well it’s just so significant to the days and times. And that mountain brother, well that’s this sin or that situation or Sister Suzie from the mountain dweller tribe…you know she’s a bad influence on this and that. And Jesus just throwing it is like you know throw it away swoosh, just go mountain…you are so bad.”

Here is the nice fluffy Jesus is Love interpretation

“Well Jesus is love and love is a consuming fire burning away everything. The glory ball is the presence of the Holy Spirit doing the work in us. The mountain represents our own mind and how we think it’s too big for God to do and whoooooshhh He throws it away”

Then I think, HUH?

Do we get so spiritual that anything and everything is a sign for this or that? If you spend the time trying to figure out what they are saying and you come up with an interpretation, they just come back with something that is irrelevant to the whole conversation that you started with.

Confusing? YES IT IS!

That’s way I’ve been asking myself a lot of questions lately. We want answers and trust me we can get the right answers. Why then do we hide behind the mumbo jumbo of what is happening? I love people. I don’t want to see them hurt unnecessarily, but at the same time the group that is supposed to be helping is driving those hurting away!

When was the last time you invited someone to come to church and they just gave you some excuse that you knew wasn’t true. It’s because the super spirituals have driven people away by the thousands. And the only church growth is just the saved moving from church to church when they hear a part of the Word they don’t like. Where is our relevance to the days and times?

Trust me, I can look in the mirror and on certain days I see flaky, nutty and fruity. So I am talking to myself as well as asking questions at the same time because of the “church folk” I’m encountering in conversations and on blogs etc. I’m not pointing figures at anyone but myself, but I want change. I want to bring every hurting, addicted, lonely, broken and everything in-between to the reality of a savior that actually saves sets free and delivers. Even the church folk that feel they have all the answers but really didn’t know the original questions.

Here’s the next logical step for me in my search.

salt and light

Where are those that are the salty dogs? Where are the light bringers? Where are the true prophets of God, where are the teachers, the evangelists, the body of Christ that is supposed to be holding the ground UNTIL Jesus’ returns. Where are the prayer warriors, the ones who cry out day and night for the healing and miracles that are supposed to be following every one of us? Where are the watchers on the wall crying out and sounding the alarm?

W H E R E    ARE    THEY?

We are at the end of this road and the end of an age and it’s time to pick a side and become relevant. Let’s make people thirsty for more of the One we Love with everything we have in us! Let’s become that voice crying out for people to come drink from the living water and never thirst again. Let’s kill ourselves and our own agendas and in the process let the Christ who lives in us shine for a dying world.

Let’s start praying some dangerous prayers. A very dear friend and mentor of mine has been seeding this in our hearts for weeks. My prayer has become God; don’t let me sleep until I seek you for more. God, I want your face! I want that fellowship. I want to know you and be totally broken by what breaks you. Those prayers. That hunger. This desperation.

Life has NOT been easy since I started praying this. I have seen miracles in my life and my kiddo’s life. Now she is starting to say, God scare me so badly with you that I can no longer be the same kiddo. She is fighting her own battles of identity too! But we are praying and I don’t think we are going to be disappointed.

I don’t want to be so freaking spiritual that I can’t help a guy get a cup of coffee or a happy meal. I don’t want the lady that approaches me out of nowhere to feel like my time is too valuable for her. I don’t want the teenager at the pool to think that I’m not trying to understand why she dyed her hair green. I want to make a difference because Jesus made a difference in me.

Whatdaya say? Feedback please. Am I alone in this quest of desperation?consuming fire

Until next time my passion peeps!

The Joy of new life

baby feet

Hello everyone!

My bestie, who lives in Callie, was expecting a new addition to her Yayadom. The baby was supposed to be born on or around September 8, 2013. Being the best Yaya ever, she purchased a ticket to be on the east coast for the baby’s birth. She was due to fly out today, September 1st and expected to have plenty of time with her son and his wife before the joyous day arrived.

Wrong! Enter Newton’s law. Last night as I played an intense game of candy crush, I get a frantic message on the Facebook IM. Yaya alert! The water has broken, I can’t get a flight, and I’m freaking out.

Before I knew it 8 of her closest friends joined together to rally, pray, cry, laugh and generally carry her through this moment because she was not going to make it to the east in time. We took turns encouraging her as she posted updates from her son who was front and center in this hoopla of activity.  My Yaya friend is a naturalist all the way. She was to be front and center helping this new mom through the whole natural birth process.

I know what you are thinking…At least I know what the heck I’m thinking….SEDATION! Can I get an AMEN…but not my Yaya girl…she’s had 8 and I believe most were natural. Not my cuppa but okay…go girl. I know that she was with her oldest as she had a water birth with her second child. That’s how they roll.

There were some very scary moments as “son” called stating that they wanted to “push her labor along with drugs”. Then they wanted to do a C section. Then it was all kindza crazy as this doctor was imposing how she wanted the birth process to go. That in and of itself was just a crazy time at 1:00 am CST. Let me tell you that all the mamas and Yayas joined hearts across the miles and began to pray this baby into our world! We prayed for peace, we prayed for safety for mama and baby and that dad would stand as the head of his family and take charge. Fingers flew on keyboards all across this great country as we called on the name of our God and declared His word!

It was the most amazing thing I have EVER experienced in my LIFE! The living application of the Word of God that says, Hey no matter what, there is no distance in prayer! God showed up and as usual, HE showed off!

He brought the most precious and perfect baby into this world. Just a bundle of peace! Mom is healthy, baby is healthy and dad has been cheesing for 12 or more hours.

He also arranged from my Yaya friend to get back to the East coast early this morning and as I write she informs me that she is rocking that precious bundle of joy while the parents get some much deserved sleep!

God IS Great and He is always in control even when we think He is not. He touched more hearts and knitted deeper commitments last night than if she had witnessed the birth firsthand. And the 8 of us were just as committed and just as engaged in the actual process of it all then anyone would ever know or imagine.