Kill, Steal and Destroy

Jerk.

I’m just not a fan of Satan lately.

Well, ever really. I’m just really mad at him LATELY. I’m watching lives destroyed, relationships broken, confidence shattered…

And it is among this chaos I’ve realized the oppression I’ve allowed Satan to inflict upon my own life.

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Today I started a journey to Breaking Free.

Readers, I do not blame you one bit if this is the moment you stop reading and start searching YouTube for some funny clip.

But here I go. And I’m praising God for using the voice and the passion of Beth Moore to touch and change so many lives with her studies and her willingness to bear her soul so that others can live in the freedom Jesus died to give us.

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I’ve learned today that my prison doors are locked from the inside. Fabulous. Not only am I feeling like I’m going crazy but I’m literally my own guard keeping me within the padded cell.

But I also learned today that I was NOT saved from my sins so that I could live my life in defeat.

Satan can presume no authority over me.

So why do I allow the oppression? Why does God allow it?

‘If you are a threat to his (Satan) dark kingdom then the oppression will come. We have to know how to fight the good fight.’

Teach me. Cause I’m losing this battle.

Isaiah 54:17 No weapon forged against us will prevail.

The Desert Song is blasting on my phone as I write this. ‘I will sing praise, I will sing praise! No weapons forged against me will remain. I will rejoice and I will declare. God is my victory and He is here.’

Victory begins with a cry for help.

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Sitting at my desk on a Friday morning minding my own business my eyes began to leak what I believe were tears…everywhere.

I made it out of the office and home before the floods completely let go.

I changed into comfy pajamas while blinded by tears and made it to the hallway before stopping to scream to God for help. Begging Him to take it all. To stop the hurt and heal the insecurities.

It was right at the last gasp for breath I realized my windows and door were open and my dear neighbor was standing outside with his ‘homies’. Oops.

Crazy church lady losing it upstairs.

So grabbing a box of Kleenex and Beth Moore’s Breaking Free Bible Study, I began to cry a bit quieter.

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I’m good. I keep saying that. My eyes (sad eyes) must be telling a different story. But I say I’m good.

Cause I have a God who is willing to walk alongside me and fix the broken.

‘We so often won’t deal with the truth in our lives, and we get caught in the strong hold. God willingly tells His children why they are being oppressed…if they are willing to listen.’

I’m listening. I’m listening and taking notes.

Let me tell you that I am all the way ticked off at myself for not seeing the insecurities in me and for allowing Satan to have hold of me for so long.

I am excited to now say ‘so long’ to him.

Let the journey begin.

Let the tears flow and the neighbors worry about me.

Cause I’m breaking free.

I’m ready to walk like a mighty warrior.