Run To The Father And Fall Into Grace

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I think it's safe to say that most women have their vices. Some love their handbags, while others are looking for the perfect pair of shoes. And yes, there are those like me, who love them both. Throughout my life I have walked in all kinds of shoes.

  There is nothing worse than trying to wear shoes that don't fit correctly. We slip our feet into them and think, these should be alright, only to realize later that your feet are killing you. We try using Band Aides to block the pain, but nothing helps. If we're not careful blisters are soon to follow. All we want to do is to take them off and to step into something of comfort. We want to be free from the pain.

   Today, too many women are trying to wear shoes that were never meant for them to walk in. They're walking around in shoes of anger, bitterness, disappointment and despair. They're in so much pain while walking down endless roads that lead to nowhere.

 After my rape, my feet slipped into shoes of Fear. I had certainly known fear before, but nothing like this. It consumed me. It greeted me in the morning and kissed me to sleep each night. I was like a child. I was constantly checking for monsters in my closet or under my bed. I was not only scared for myself, but for others. I would panic if I felt someone was being reckless and not being careful. I would get so frustrated because they were not listening to me. Fear controlled me and it would not let me go.

  The weight of fear controlled me. Had it not been for a group of Christians coming together in prayer at my parent's house I don't know if I would have prevailed against the enemy. They prayed asking God to heal my physical and spiritual hurt and for His hand of protection to be on me.

  These people prayed and stood in the gap for me when I could no longer stand for myself. My best friend of many years continued that prayer by anointing all the windows and doors in my house with oil, pleading the blood of Jesus over them. She prayed asking God for my protection, and for my release from the bondage of Fear that had now consumed me. Every night prior to her prayer I would try so hard to stay by myself, but at midnight, you would find me knocking on my parent's door. But after her prayer, I was finally able to stay by myself, but it was a few years before I was completely removed from fear.

   I no longer consider myself to be a victim of rape, but I consider myself to be a survivor of it. I am a true example that prayer works. God heard the prayer of my best friend, and He heard the cries of the Christians that gathered around me. They knocked on the door of Heaven, when I could no longer speak for myself.

Jesus says;" Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

29 Take my yoke upon you and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. Matthew 11: 28-29

  In the scripture noted above, Jesus said to "learn of me," and that is exactly what I had to do. I had to learn to give him my burdens even when I felt unworthy. I had to learn to accept His rest. I had to learn that we're never beyond the reach of God's hand.

   God has given me a love for those who are still walking in shoes not meant to be. Just as others stood and prayed for me, I want to pray for you too. I want you to "Learn of Him." Please find comfort in knowing that prayer works, and that you too have someone who is standing in the gap praying for you.

 These shoes are worn and tattered,

And I’ve walked a lot of miles,

I’m not sure where I’m going,

I’m just walking through my trials.

They are not pretty to look at,

And they don't fit just right,

But I know I must wear them,

Even though they are too tight,

God did not call me to anguish,

into poverty of heart and soul,

but I slipped my feet into them,

and now their path I must go.

But I prayed and asked the Master,

to help me slip them off,

to design a new pair for me,

made from the Plaster of the Cross.

I now walk in His presence,

I'm always in His sight,

Wearing my new shoes of Beauty

 that now shines so bright!

I want to travel the road,

that leads me straight to you,

so you too can see the Light of Jesus,

and know what He can do.

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Here's to Walking in Freedom,

Prayer Works.

Glenda J. 

This world is not our home. We are just foreigners passing through.

 I know that sometimes the journey is long, and it can lead us down painful roads.

There are times we climb high mountains and times we walk through valleys low. We often grow weary and wonder when it’s all going to end. But right when we’re about to give up-is often                                                                            when Jesus steps in.

 He greets us in the morning, “You’re so loved my child.” And at night His peace brings slumber to our eyes. Angels encamp round about us, only a prayer away, to step into the battle, to command the enemy away. Soon the Holy Spirit within us begins to arise, and we are assured that it’s going to be alright!

There is nothing like the presence of the Lord, and once you’re tasted it, you only want more. Open our eyes Lord to the beauty of the cross and the sacrifice you made, so that we could go FREE! We are free from hell, free from condemnation, free from the strongholds of the enemy. Help us to remember that Greater is He that lives within us, than he that is in the world.

 Free! The word alone is powerful. But what if we lived our lives by the power that’s given to us by the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus? What if we daily walked in the footprints of our Creator? I can feel the Holy Spirit stirring within me telling me to arise. He is reminding me that I’m free, and that I am to walk and serve in the freedom that He has given me.

 For years I sat in a prison with no doors, and with a Judge who declared that I could go free. Yet I remained in the prison that the enemy had built around me. I was convinced that I was condemned to life without parole. Daily I could hear the gavel hit, reminding me of my guilt.

 If each stronghold of the enemy had its own color and you could see inside my heart, I would have been lit up like a Christmas tree. I was chained to failures and regrets of the past. Convinced that I could never be set free.

 Can we not discern the times? Do we not know that the time of the Lord draws nigh? Can we not see the fields that are white to harvest? Can we not hear the Lord as He calls us to labor among them? Let us remind ourselves once more the freedom that comes through Christ. Let us remember where the power of life and death lie. Don’t sit in a prison, bound to a lifetime of regrets, call on the Father and fall into the arms of Grace.

Wherever the spirit of the Lord is, there is life and there is power for freedom. The enemy does not have the power to control us unless we give it to him. God is our creator, and we all have a story that He is the author of. I’m urging you, don’t let the enemy edit the beauty out of yours. Don’t miss getting a chance to know who you really are through Him. God is not done with you yet, there is so much more ahead!

   Don’t let the enemy rob you of living your best life, don’t let him cheat you from God's very best!

Living our Best Life,

Glenda J.

un to the Father, Fall into Grace

Mar 17, 2023 min read

Updated: Apr 15

This world is not our home. We are just foreigners passing through.

 I know that sometimes the journey is long, and it can lead us down painful roads.

There are times we climb high mountains and times we walk through valleys low. We often grow weary and wonder when it’s all going to end. But right when we’re about to give up-is often                                                                            when Jesus steps in.

 He greets us in the morning, “You’re so loved my child.” And at night His peace brings slumber to our eyes. Angels encamp round about us, only a prayer away, to step into the battle, to command the enemy away. Soon the Holy Spirit within us begins to arise, and we are assured that it’s going to be alright!

There is nothing like the presence of the Lord, and once you’re tasted it, you only want more. Open our eyes Lord to the beauty of the cross and the sacrifice you made, so that we could go FREE! We are free from hell, free from condemnation, free from the strongholds of the enemy. Help us to remember that Greater is He that lives within us, than he that is in the world.

 Free! The word alone is powerful. But what if we lived our lives by the power that’s given to us by the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus? What if we daily walked in the footprints of our Creator? I can feel the Holy Spirit stirring within me telling me to arise. He is reminding me that I’m free, and that I am to walk and serve in the freedom that He has given me.

 For years I sat in a prison with no doors, and with a Judge who declared that I could go free. Yet I remained in the prison that the enemy had built around me. I was convinced that I was condemned to life without parole. Daily I could hear the gavel hit, reminding me of my guilt.

 If each stronghold of the enemy had its own color and you could see inside my heart, I would have been lit up like a Christmas tree. I was chained to failures and regrets of the past. Convinced that I could never be set free.

 Can we not discern the times? Do we not know that the time of the Lord draws nigh? Can we not see the fields that are white to harvest? Can we not hear the Lord as He calls us to labor among them? Let us remind ourselves once more the freedom that comes through Christ. Let us remember where the power of life and death lie. Don’t sit in a prison, bound to a lifetime of regrets, call on the Father and fall into the arms of Grace.

Wherever the spirit of the Lord is, there is life and there is power for freedom. The enemy does not have the power to control us unless we give it to him. God is our creator, and we all have a story that He is the author of. I’m urging you, don’t let the enemy edit the beauty out of yours. Don’t miss getting a chance to know who you really are through Him. God is not done with you yet, there is so much more ahead!

   Don’t let the enemy rob you of living your best life, don’t let him cheat you from God's very best!

Living our Best Life,

Glenda J.