depending on the rock, give me rock bottom

For a second I thought Satan was stupid. I got to thinking if he would just allow us to be happy and at peace in our skin, we would never search for God, but then I realized he's not stupid, he's inept. After all, God designed us, leaving us with one major flaw. We have a huge whole in our composition. It is shaped like God, so Satan can't fill it, try as he might. In our lives, he is like a square peg meant for a round hole. Because of this, none of the pleasures of this world can satisfy our emptiness and longing.

For example, a kidnapper could treat you like royalty and give you all the material things you always desired, but all you would ever want is to return home and be with your family. If Satan has kidnapped your soul, nothing this world has to offer you will be enough to quell your overwhelming homesickness. That means other people, sex, and substances will not soothe you: currency and copulation will not correct you. There is no correlation between being joyful and this world's way.

Lord, every time I've ever hit rock bottom, I've found that you were the rock I was standing upon. Lord, when all is stripped away, you remain and because you do, so do I. And I always rise from my knees stronger than ever. Lord, lift us from rock bottom straight up to Paradise. There is nothing here worth stopping for; you are my home as well as my vacation destination. In you, I've found the love of home for my heart, broken by this world, and rest for my laborious soul, wearied from fighting the daily spiritual battles.

I could pretend to be noble and say I fight the battles for your Glory, but I doubt that would be true. You are steeped in Glory, my Lord! I think I fight to prove I'm yours, and share in the Glory of your Victory. I fight for the Spoils of War. I want your protection, your grace, your peace, your love, your kidness, your forgivness. These things you have promised me, my King, if I would but fight for your side. I feel most days like I contribute to the war effort in as much as a flag bearer would, but I carry it proudly to say, not that my Lord is here, but that I am with Him.

byproducts of god

A sick person will beat a sane person any day that the sane person engages them in pyschological warfare; the only way to truly win is to quit, knowing that you didn't lose anything because you stood to gain nothing. There are two types of risk: pure and speculative. With pure risk there are only two possible outcomes: loss or no loss. That means that even if you don't lose, you still aren't any better off than you were to begin with. However, with speculative risk, there are three possible outcomes: loss, no loss, or gain. If you are putting everything you are on the line for one thing, make sure you stand to gain.

We have nothing of value to give one another unless we have given what we have to God. He is what makes us valuable. He takes a heart of greed, anger, jealousy, and betrayal and fills it full of love, kidness, patience, fogiveness, and understanding.

Don't give me your valueless heart. Give it to God so you have something of value to give me. What am I looking for? The byproducts of God

discernment from the temple

Should not the architect that built the beautiful temple that is my body get to rejoice in it? How can God do that if I allow squatters to come in and trash the place and cause property values to plummit?

We are human and fragile and weak and the sons of satan are scavengers prowling the earth and finishing off all of us who are not standing on the promises of God. Therefore, I pray the spirit of discernment in our lives. Ever step we take in which we are not walking in the Lord is a faltering step. I pray that I be immobilized whenever I'm not walking in the Lord.

We sin out of fear. We sin because we don't trust God to deliver on his promises. We think, "I have to do this because I haven't heard anything out of God in awhile and 'what if...'"

I pray for all of us women, Lord. I pray that you put a force fieled of protection around our hearts. Do not let us be pursued by any man whose heart and soul do not belong to you first and foremost. Furthermore, should one begin to pursue, allow us the spirit of discernment to see past his charm into the ugliness of his sin, just as God does, and let us laugh in his face as he dances around in his mask believing we don't know his true identity and that his father is Satan and not you.