Reaching out quest

Before this year ends my heart is sorely troubled

Since we appear to be in the last days as born-again Christians, I have an increasing desire to do what I can to help save atheists from God’s wrath and hell

First in prayer, later in writing warning articles that may irritate them, but hopefully they will plant a seed that will convict them of their sins through the power of the Holy Spirit

But atheists are not the only ones there are many prosperity preachers who need praying that they will repent and ask for forgiveness

They will be more challenging to reach as they are unlikely to read comments on YouTube where they seem to appear

I may need to find another way to contact them if possible

Perhaps someone can offer support by adding advice

If any Christian reader feels led by the Holy Spirit to join me in this quest

 I realise this quest might be too must for one person to tackle on my own

Your comments and prayer will be appreciated

Renewed

Not by works of righteousness which we did ourselves, but in the measure of His mercy, He gave us salvation, through the washing of the new birth and the giving of new life in the Holy Spirit

Since the time is speeding along toward Christmas and the end of this year 2019

I began to ponder about just how much Jesus has done for me, not only renewing me but also continuing to support me through addiction

I am unsure how long ago it was when “I surrender all” including my “free will” to Him as I often failed to control my desires

Only then did I begin to know the wonderful experience of peace and freedom He has given me and the ongoing support even when the old self stirs into rekindled flames fanned by the Whisperer

I know that I never want to allow myself back into that dark place of self-indulgence, for it was rotting my mind and stifling my creative thoughts

Along with dragging me further away from Jesus, my first love (not in a sexual or normal human way) but in a spiritual sense

From my youth school days, I loved hearing the stories about Jesus and He became so real I could visualise Him in my mind’s eye

Even years later when I heard the words He spoke I knew His voice and never doubted Him

As many of you may know our rebellious nature can distract us and vanity will lead us astray, so it was in my life, but Praise the Lord for He is a caring Shepard who searches for His lost sheep, such as me

Anger – Frustration and the Power of Stillness

Anger had been welling up inside of me all day, or that’s the way it seemed at the time.I knelt on the floor intending to complain or even argue with God, I could feel my anger and frustration welling up demanding to be set free

Although if someone was to ask me now why I was so angery, I could not say or remember.

All I recolect is I felt I might explode and could continue no longer, so I knelt on the floor intending to complain or even argue with God, I could feel my anger and frustration welling up demanding to be set free

My body shivered not just with the cold of the night air, but also the powerful force of my anger, as I opened my mouth to speak I hear the words “Be still”

I found unable to speak as a quietness spread over me like a velvet blanket, enveloping me in such an indescribable peace, my hand tenderly held as I journeyed into the very presence of God

My anger and frustration began to float out of me, rising as steaming water, no longer bothering my mind or soul – no longer mine to cling onto

Quietly at first sweet music played from a distance, gradually it came closer or perhaps it was I that moved, whichever it was soon it enveloped me so complete my body – my soul rose up with the increasing crescendos

Entering into such beauty – such wholeness surrounded I lost self-awareness so completely

I became just a tiny speck of this immense oneness, this experience was beyond feelings or anything I could have ever imagined

As there was no sense of time, I could not how long I remained there, but I hope the memory will linger on and remain with me for the rest of my life

Slowly after what seem forever, my spirit descended back into my body which shivered once more, for it had missed my spirit and jolted at its arrival

This empty shell my body which the Holy Spirit of God had given as one of many gifts, for now I appreciated all of those gifts as I had never before

I was now so full of unexplainable joy I could not help myself and burst into praise songs, with such force my body shook once again, and trembled with the awesome power that still linger within me

All that frustration and anger that had so tortured my mind and body were but a faded and distant memory, replaced by this sweet gentle and wonderful peaceful love.

Even though my body and mind now told me to rise, I didn’t want to leave even though I was now aching, reluctantly I whispered Amen.

I arose stiffly from my kneeling and stretched and once more raised my voice in praise, turning away left my room to return to what would never quite be normal life again

Story from a poem

The darkest depths of your soul

Knew no bounds of fortitude

To fight against the evil

That consumed you.

The darkest depths of your soul https://thesarahdoughty.wordpress.com/

 

I based the following story on the above mini poem

 

Sigh! If that were only true, that I had that kind of fortitude that knew no bounds

Sadly within the darkest depths of my soul, it remains dark because of me choosing my free will over the powerful freeing light of God’s love

Although I have asked at times I have asked God to take control, and He has done so until I exercise my right of free will to allow myself to plunge into self-indulgence

As to the fight against the evil, I all too often give into temptation instead of putting on the armour of God to do battle against all that is evil

How true it is the evil of temptation consumes my very soul, sapping my strength and resolve to do the will of God

The enemy will use our own weakness and amplify them and twist every truth, so much that truth appear to be false and then doubt easily creeps in

Flooding our minds, spreading through us like poisoned wine contaminating our beliefs and faith

Although I have had answers too many prayers, with many answered so fast the response made me gasp in surprise, I am sure I grieve the Holy Spirit

All too often I cling onto hurts from the past, stubbornly refusing to let go, as if I can change what happened in any way by reliving those events