The unspoken truth and secrets that are hidden by millions. Unfortunately, this storyline is common, and it takes courage to confess to the world the filthy and shameful rags that are produced by sexual impurity. So, let’s pray.
Holy Spirit, your sweet presence is invited. You reign, so take this created space and shattered pieces of a broken heart, and use them for your glory. I firmly believe the night the demons fled something powerful was unleashed, but we can’t stop there. We won’t stop. We want more. More of you. More of you. Oh, more of you. Lord, you love me. Help me see myself the way you do. You’re a Good, Good Father. You have my best interest at heart, and it was never within you to allow me to experience being sexually awakened as a mere child. I wholeheartedly believe that you will redeem and restore the innocence that was once robbed. Use me, Lord, to be an ambassador for women around the globe. God, unify, and teach us how to fight on behalf of one another. We are a force to be reckoned with, and the devil has been defeated. We are more than our physical bodies, and a sexual act. Freedom. Let Freedom Ring. Let Freedom Ring. Freedom in Jesus. Thank you! In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
Here it goes; the infamous training camp blog that future racers tirelessly look through in an attempt to achieve a glimpse of radicalness of the upcoming adventure… Or so you think. We volunteered to freely turn down the American Dream. So, of course, discomfort is to be expected at training camp, right? This phrase stuck out the most; the race was never meant to be placed on an elevated pedestal, but as a form of discipleship modeled and empowered by Jesus. Just prepare to be unprepared because you will forget something. However, don’t get caught arriving in Gainesville without your headlamp, and heaps of snacks. Check out the struggle; the unbearable bucket showers in 40 degree weather, 7 AM exercise call, 8 human mouths eating ONE platter of food, 250-280 Jesus lovin strangers, dirty clothes, smelly body parts, unbrushed teeth, the yumminess of port-a-potties filled to the rim, cries, ugly cries, ugly, ugly cries, and the freakin annoyance of trekking your chair to and from the dining tent. BUT…… ALL of this led to one thing; family. Yes, in ten days you rapidly move beyond strangers to family because there is no such thing as a stranded island. There is no me without you; WE are a team, and TOGETHER we’ll go. Now, the curiosity is laid aside.
Well.. In the grand scheme of events the above was a piece of cake. There was a 48 hour time frame where the AIM headquarters was encapsulated by women. Tribes of women. Everywhere. The staff intentionally prepared messages that targeted the depths of the soul. On the first night, our squad mentor approached and asked to pray with me. She later proceeded to inform me that the Father had spoken these words, “it’s time.” I immediately knew what He meant. I fell to my knees and cried out of desperation because I arrived in Georgia on the last string. Identity is what I lacked. For years, I have spent crawling in and out of men’s bedrooms looking for love. I have slept with single, married, young, and old men to hear the words and feel the love that only our Heavenly Father can fulfill. If there was one thing I knew, it was the burden of a slave anchored to an identity of sex. This was satan’s tactic to compartmentalize a woman with fierce potential once it was unleashed. This was only the beginning. The following sessions included sharing our “secrets” with other women. To say I was a basketcase was an understatement. My tears were endless as I recalled every scenario within the last 26 years. It was miserable but required in order for me to obtain the freedom that was available. God could not heal what I didn’t expose.
Several days later, Meghan, scheduled an inner healing session with a pastor on staff. That afternoon came when I was escorted to his office with our squad mentor and leader. The tears immediately welled up because I wanted the freedom without enduring the heartache again. As we sat arm’s length from one another, I knew that “it was time” to lay it ALL on the table. We went through a series of questions, and one by one, the forgiveness and release of each man commenced. The soul ties were shattered, and the demons began to scatter and flee at the name of Jesus. Friends, the day I longed for was right before my eyes. The gates of the prison cell flung open, and I ran as fast as I could. You may be in a state of captivity mentally, emotionally or physically, but don’t’ allow the secrets with enemy to confine you to hell. There is freedom for you in Him, and he is awaiting for your arrival with open hands. Don’t give up, press forward, and run straight into the arms of Papa. Abba, I belong to you. Abba, we belong to you.
This life is no easy walk. Truthfully speaking, I fell right back into old routine when I arrived home. I chose to lean into accountability and asked a squad-sister for prayer. She randomly sends me messages that breathe life and purpose into my soul. I’m eternally grateful that God has purposed me for a plan greater than what I can currently even see. Thank you, friend, for joining the journey because you are equally as important to the Father as I am. You are his favorite. Lastly….. I’m one of three women that are Beauty 4 Ashes Coordinators for our squad on the WR. We are advocates for women and enabling them to share their stories in a creative manner. We will empower our fellow squad-sister’s with the training, and when the opportunity arises, we will host “retreats” for the local women of those prospective town or villages. Stoked. Ecstatic. Joyful. The captives will be set free,together our stories matter, and history will be made.
To all the beautiful souls that have contributed financially or prayerfully to this Kingdom Journey, thank you for the opportunity you’ve given to be His hands and feet around the globe. $991.00 is the amount that separates me from launching with E-Squad in January to Johannesburg, South Africa. Let’s set women free. Will you help by sponsoring $1,$10, $100, $1,000, or $7,643? To give scroll up, and click the support me button. Thank you in advance. Love you always, your sister Denise.
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