The Real Truth…
The real truth is that this month has been incredibly hard and painful at times. The burden is too heavy for me to carry alone. I need Jesus to help hold up this cross… If I forget to let him, I fall over and down. Tears and all…
Malaysia has by far been the most spiritually intense country along the world race for me, mostly because of the spirit of control which reigns here lurking on the darkness of the streets we prayer drove on. Crying out with the spirit of God for people to just know him, to break the bondage of idols, and strongholds. From generations of falsehood. I have seen generation curses inflict people… I have seen endless amounts of sickness and pain. Praying for healing, not always seeing the results but trusting God. To him be the glory . God never said that he would heal anyone. He said he would heal in Jesus’ name IF it brings glory to the father. Not all people want healing for the right reasons. They want healing but they don’t want to go through repentance. They don’t want to truly seek the Father… Some do, but not all.
So this month has been breaking me… Helping me to realize that I am in control of nothing, and that I am nothing without a fullness of God’s Holy spirit working in me. I have been trying to control circumstances or to try and get others to see what I see. I know that the Father has given me a gift of spiritual eyes. To see people in a way he does… To know how I can reveal truths he asks me to. Last weekend was intense ministry weekend with visiting many homes and churches… Preaching, praying, and more words from the Lord about what he has for me soon. He is preparing me for somethif that takes humility and obedience. So now he is opening my eyes to what that will look like little by little. Holding my hand, wiping my tears, and picking me up off the ground. When I think I am strong enough… I feel weak again. I suppose this is a blessing… To have eyes like his. To pour into lives love, healing, growth, and restoration. When I am weak, The apostle Paul says it well, Christ’s strength dwells and is made perfect in weakness. His power manifests in weakness and in humility.
