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The Power of Truth

September 13, 2010 - 4:28 PM

 Matthew 16:26                                                                                                                                            For what is a man profited, if he shall gain                                                                                   the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall                                                           a         man give in exchange for his soul?

When I first started receiving physical healing as a result of diet changes this spring my Mother charged me with the previous verse. She encouraged me not to get so wrapped up in my physical health that I would lose my spiritual pulse. I have really been meditating on that since and saw some real spiritual healing in our home last night due to the power of Jesus and the healing wrought through His truth. 

****As a disclaimer, of sorts, the following emotional reaction is not typical on my part, but not unheard of either. Any time one feels they are reacting to a situation in a way that is bigger that the current situation actually calls for, they should identify it as an emotional trigger and seek the Lord.****

Erik and the girls and I were driving home from three nice unplanned visits with different friends in Coralville. We were having a nice conversation recapping some discussions that had been had throughout the day when Erik made an observation. It was an innocent comment that would have meant nothing to anyone else, but it got my blood pumping. Literally. My heart rate elevated and my throat began to constrict. I found myself immediately argumentative and angry. I knew I had to win my point at any cost and began throwing out arguments I knew I didn't even agree with. All the while I was just getting more and more agitated and angry towards him. 

The crazy thing about situations like this (yes, I've been here once before) is that the person I'm directing my anger at is typically not the person I'm truly upset with. They generally are just the person who unfortunately has triggered an emotional reaction, much stronger then the situation warrants, as a result of a much deeper issue. The issue is typically rooted in a lie I believed years before but have never replaced with truth. When I found my mind chanting the ridiculous phrase "I hate you, i hate you" i quickly took that specific lie captive to God but then found my hatred shifted towards the subject at hand and knew instantly that I was just strongly triggered. I tried to explain this to Erik, but it's somewhat hard to comprehend what the fire-breathing dragon in the seat next to you really needs at the moment. As a result (of being crazy!) the issue continued to escalate. 

I was losing more and more control as the seconds passed. I was resisting the urge to kick out the passenger window and instead just pounded my fists down on the dash while demanding "Listen to me!". I was trying not to scare the kids and to keep my voice as calm as possible, but it was as if my brain was split in two: the rational side saying "you know this is not true, just calm down until you get home and can pray about it" and "don't emotionally scar the babies!" while the irrational side is whispering "it will never get better- you should just jump out of the car" and " he hates me! I hate him!". By the time we hit our exit ramp I was hyperventilating. I rolled the window down and tried to breath as the breeze cooled the hot tears streaming down my cheeks. My strong husband laid his free hand on me and prayed aloud for me as I tried to regain the ability to take in oxygen slowly. His prayers were answered and my breathing began to calm. Then the Lady in the backseat sent up her simple prayer of faith "dear, Jesus, please help Mommy feel better" which further calmed me.

By the time we reached home I was calm enough to call my Mom. There is a style of prayer advocated by the Theophostic Prayer Ministry which I have had great success with in the past. With it you identify emotions you are feeling and ask the Lord to take you back to a memory of a time before when you felt the same way. You do this until you have reached the first time you felt those emotions and identify what lie you believed at that time. You then ask Jesus to speak to the lie and replace it with His truth. It may sound crazy, but it has brought life transformation to so many people that I know, myself included! 

We prayed for awhile and I ended up receiving healing for two lies: "I am not worth very much" and "They (my parents) don't like me". Can I tell you how huge that is? These are lies I have unconsciously believed since I was five. In how many ways have they affected my life and relationships? I have no idea, but Praise the Lord for His healing truth! 

I rejoined my family downstairs as the Little Lady had picked out a song on the IPod she felt would help me feel better (it did) that she wanted me to listen to. After it was done I started talking through the events of the car ride with her. I explained that MeeMom had prayed with Mommy so that Mommy would not believe the devil's lies anymore. I told her that Jesus had told Mommy these truths: that I was precious and His Beloved

As I was was sharing this with her I felt the Holy Spirit prompt me to ask her a question based on the original memory in which I had begun to believe those lies. I asked her "Hey, honey? When Mommy and Daddy put you and your sister to bed and then we get up and leave you there, do you think it's because we don't like you?" She started crying and buried her head in my lap weeping out the word "Yes!".  Praise the Lord! Erik and I have both been having relational issues with her since she had to sleep separate from us for a week in the guest room (it was too humid to sleep upstairs) and we've been at a loss as to what was wrong. We were sure she had been really wounded by the experience though.

I asked her if we could pray about it and we did. We told Jesus the lie and she asked Him if it was true and He told her "No, it is not true!". Then we asked Him to tell her what the truth was and He told her "They do like you!". Hooray! This may sound too simple to amount to much, but that's just because you weren't there last night to see the peace and joy on her face and to watch her throw herself into her Daddy's arms for a long cuddle. You also missed it this morning when her face went into a splitting grin when reminded of the fact that Jesus had spoken truth to her last night. If you had seen those things, or felt my own peace and relief, you would desire it for yourself, I am sure!

My lies have not all been replaced with truth, but I will continue praying about them with my Mom this week and on my own. I do not need to fear for I know Whom I have believed and I know He is faithful. 

***Please feel free to contact me if you have any questions or desire to find out more about how you too can find emotional healing from Jesus, the Author and Perfecter of our faith!***

 

This is part of Monday Mania to hopefully encourage others through my honesty to pursue the benefits of Whole Health through the One Who created us for His own glory.

Response to The Power of Truth

  • yo sista, alison <3 said on September 13, 2010 - 11:14 PM

    hey, darling! mama told me this story tonight and i started crying! it's so beautiful! thank you for sharing it. Praise God for how He works. I have also been wanting to bring up a couple/several issues in theophostic prayer with mom. you have encouraged me with the gumption i need to follow through! thank you :-]

  • Gloris said on September 14, 2010 - 12:28 PM

    Hello! Thanks for sharing and thanks for sharing the song, as well. Both have been a blessing to me this day. <3

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All Good Things Come To An End...

Posted on Mon Feb 7 18:45:00 CST 2011 by Ambre  |  Comments (9)

I have moved. 

Not physically, but in cyberspace. This blog has moved to LivingAsOfTheDay.Com.

I've really enjoyed being here, but I am completely computer illiterate, My Cousin was helping me with the changes I needed to make around here, but he's in college and not available as often as I would like. As a result, I moved somewhere I felt was dummied down to my level. :)

Please move with me! I would hate it if this meant the end of our internet friendship!

See you there!

 

.ambre,

My People Are Destroyed From Lack Of Knowledge: Soda

Posted on Mon Nov 29 15:40:19 CST 2010 by Ambre  |  Comments (32)

Soda isn't all it's cracked up to be...

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A Child's Prayer

Posted on Tue Nov 2 15:34:08 CDT 2010 by Ambre  |  Comments (6)

For the past three weeks I have been going next door at bed time and individually praying for the children sleeping there. Most nights it's for just four of them, but some nights all six are there. It has been an incredible experience.

Since I see them all all afternoon, by the time it's their turn to be prayed over, I am aware of specific struggles they are having that I can lift up for them. It's just a quiet moment between the two of us and God before they sleep and it's been having a supernatural calming effect on some very tightly wound and wounded children! 

Erik and I have been praying for our Miss N.'s two boys since we moved in two years ago. We were specifically asking God that they would put their trust in Him for salvation while they were still young.

Last week, God said, "Yes."

Praise the Lord! God is faithful to His promises. He says, in Jeremiah 29:13, "You will seek Me and find Me when you seek me with all your heart." These boys have been seeking and God's Word did not come back void! Wednesday night they both chose to put their trust in the God Who had given His Son so that they could spend eternity with Him!

This has greatly changed our nightly prayer ritual. For starters, instead of asking God to bring them to His throne of grace, now we are seeking Him to shine Truth into their hearts and to speak to the lies currently residing there. They also don't just want to be recipients any more! Their mother confided that they had started praying over her and asking God to reveal Himself to her. Are you moved yet? I pray so!

Last night was one of the best nights of my life since I chose to give my life to Christ. Let me tell you about it...

These have been some crazy past few weeks.

Physically, I have been stretched to far outside of my comfort zone, way beyond my natural talent level, and all on little sleep.

Spiritually, I have been praying more than I ever have before because I can see and feel the battles being waged for the souls around me. I have watched God bring three, possibly four, of the people we have been serving, in the last six days alone to His throne where He wrote their names in His Book in His Son's blood. 

Emotionally, this has been a battle. I am an introvert who loves to manage people and has a real burden for hurting kids. I will repeat though: I am an introvert. Being front and center from when I rise to when I collapse at night hearing my name chanted by the masses of needy children is overwhelming, but I serve a big God. Way bigger than my limitations and as I tell the kids, "When I am weak, He is strong", to which they quickly point out, "But, He's always strong!". Exactly.

Yesterday, during nap time, I sat down with Miss A. to go over with her what her oldest son had signed up for at the church retreat the day before when trusting in Jesus. I've been answering her questions for weeks now and going over a lot of Scripture, so I just felt led to lay it all out, in order, and ask her if she wanted to make a decision for Jesus as Lord. It was a great conversation and at the end of it, she put her trust in God and not in man.

Praise the Lord. You are a good God.

By bedtime, I was feeling beat. I just wanted to pray for the kids and go home and sleep! As I walked into the room and knelt down on the bed, my neighbor's youngest (8) jumped towards me asking if he could pray for me tonight. I just felt so loved by that request! 

"I would love to be prayed for! Thank you!", I answered. He and his brother knelt in front of me and he drew a cross on my forehead as we bowed our heads.

"Dear God, thank you for Ambre and for her teaching us about You and Your love from the Bible. Please keep teaching her about You when she reads her Bible so that she can keep learning stuff to teach to us. Amen."

I melted. I just felt surrounded by Angels and the Holy Spirit in that moment, I can't even begin to describe it. I felt so blessed.

His prayer was such a beautiful reflection of his desire to learn more about the Lord and proof of how far God has brought him in such a short time. The first time he prayed after Erik finished Bible time a couple weeks ago was a request for more money than any of us and included a rump wiggling dance. God truly has grabbed his heart!

Thank you to those of you who have been lifting our family up in prayer. You too are swinging a sword in this war.

 

His servant,

ambre

 

When The Mission Field Comes To You

Posted on Tue Oct 19 08:49:57 CDT 2010 by Ambre  |  Comments (6)

Erik and I have really been feeling a burden for missions of late. We both have made passing comments about the fact that we may end up on the foreign mission field while our kids are still young. I'll say something about going to a Third World Country, he'll respond with a quip about how the Third World may be coming to us and then we'll go on with our day. Neither of us anticipated our family taking on full time missions, but it seems the Lord was preparing our hearts for just that. 

Our next door neighbor is an agnostic single mother of adopted sons. She, Miss N., has a real soft spot for people down on their luck and always seems to have some other single Mom hanging around that she's hired to do light housekeeping because she knows they can really use the funds. Her newest project was a nice lady, Miss A., who's son was in the same class as Miss N.'s eldest. I met Miss A. in passing a couple weeks ago, but hadn't spoken to her since. Our Little Lady saw Miss A.'s twin six year old girls outside on Monday of last week and wanted to join them so I went out as well to say hello. We ended up talking for awhile and I felt led to invite her to come and sit with me during the day instead of sitting alone next door while Miss N. was at work. This is the response I received:

"Oh, yeah, that would be great. Are you and your husband like, really religious or, you know, super religious like?"

I had to chuckle since a "yes" answer could mean all sorts of things: super religious cause I'm a bond servant of Christ, super religious and I dance around bond fires with goat heads, or super religious and ready to go on a neighborhood jihad? See what I mean? Very broad question.

"We both have relationships with Jesus" I offered.

"Great! Then when i come over can you pray for me?"

Praise the Lord. How often does that happen to you? To me: never before. Within 24 hours, I was doing a Beginning in Christ Bible Study with the Mother and reading Children's theology and teaching memory verses to Miss A. and Miss N.'s five youngest children. I am now shepherding a total of seven young hearts (including the two born of my womb) every afternoon until bedtime with my amazing husband. It's complete insanity, but God is moving mightily. I doubt it will be too many more days before the questions these eight to ten year old boys are throwing at me about God and His Word surpass my ability to fathom an answer to. They truly are seeking to get at the heart of God. 

Please keep my family in your prayers as we move into this new season. Miss A. and company have now moved in with Miss N. and her duo for an unknown length of time. The Lord knows though, and He has certainly put us here for such a time as this...

Matthew 11:25-26

At that time Jesus said, "I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth,

because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned,

and revealed them to little children. Yes, Father, for this was your good pleasure."

 

 

Where's The Love?

Posted on Fri Oct 1 16:11:52 CDT 2010 by Ambre  |  Comments (1)

I am not a fan of playing catch-up. I would say I hate it, except that that could almost be interpreted as "I hate my life" seeing as how the majority of my life appears to be spent running after the proverbial bus. 

                               lady Rider   

Erik was sick as a dog over the weekend, as was our poor Baby Girl. My Mom and Dad were in town as were my wonderful  in-laws. My Mother-in-law and I went to two fantastic sessions on Anti-Aging and Weight Loss by a world renowned Physician on Saturday. Sunday was church and a delicious brunch at Iowa River Power Company with my pa rents sans the sicky, Erik. This was all on top of a trip last week to Peoria for an orchard visit with my Aunt Gloris and sister followed by an unexpected drive to Fort Madison for my dear Great Aunt Bernice's visitation after her death on Monday.

Weeks like that tend to leave me feeling quite overwhelmed and unsure where to even start digging myself out when it comes to caring for our home. Today I was clearing off a burner on the stove to make breakfast (before giving up and handing our Lara Bars). I was wallowing a bit in discouragement when the Lady said "Wow, Mom! This window is really clean!" I looked over to find her admiring the dining room window base. I guess she was expecting dead bugs and dust, but I had vacuumed it out last week. I was lifted in my spirits to have my daughter notice this little corner of tidy and to have remarked on it.

"Yeah, Honey? I'm glad! Mommy did that."

"No, you didn't" I was corrected, "Miss Navy did." 

"No, Honey, it was Mommy."

"Nope, Miss Navy". And with that, she sauntered off. 

I'm sorry, but someone needs to give this child a reality check! When a Mommy does something... anything!... she should be graciously thanked. In a perfect world, the credit for a job well done does not go to the IMAGINARY FRIEND! Hrmph!

I wouldn't be so put offended if it weren't for the fact that I think the Little Lady actually believes it! Every day at nap time I'm told Miss Navy is staying up to help me clean. I guess she was just sure this was some of Miss Navy's handiwork.

I wish! It's about time Miss Navy started pulling her own weight around here... 

 
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