The Untold Plan

 

 

As Christians we believe that God has a unique plan for our lives.  We know that we are created for His Glory and that each one of us is set apart with singular gifting and pivotal ministries.

What a glorious recognition!

But what of the specific strategy the dark one has for each and every one of us?

 

 

 

If you are like me, you have wrestled over your lifetime with certain temptations and difficulties.   These struggles are deeply personal and mark some of our most desperate moments.  We keep them close to the vest and squirm uncomfortably when exposed for public consumption.

The cards dealt to me are different than those you hold in your palm.

Is this a coincidence?

No.

There is an eerie path that lies before each soul that few speak of.  It is the diabolical pathway and it is very, very real.  Indeed, the enemy carefully and quietly initiates this perverse process starting in our most tender childhood years.  Like a supernatural bloodhound, he seems to sniff out our divine appointment and then hand tailors a plan for our destruction.   Over time, the sinister, master mason methodically lays down the brickwork for our ultimate demise.   Each paver is positioned in a design of  textures and patterns: addiction, illness, abuse, emotional struggles, poverty, family dysfunction, racism, materialism, marital decay, and the list goes on and on.

Blindly, we carry on with our lives, breathing out a sigh of relief whenever we seem to dodge a passing bullet.  Yet without clear knowledge of  Satan’s precise intention for our undoing, we are in grave danger of never truly manifesting God’s desire for our time on earth.

So what’s the solution? 

An honest appraisal of your past will quickly illuminate how you’ve been positioned to remain in the devil’s playground.  It’s like turning around during a midnight sojourn and aiming your flashlight over your meandering footprints.   A pattern will emerge in those muddy areas where you have stumbled and fallen.  Each dark moment will ultimately be linked to another and suddenly the diabolical pathway for your soul is brought to light.

This illumination is a great gift for it will allow you to navigate your ship more successfully.   Most importantly, you must now tend to each and every vulnerable spot in your spiritual armor.  Rush to them as sailors would to open holes in the ship’s belly and board them up immediately lest your vessel sink.

Time is ebbing.  We are standing at the brink and as Christians we must be hyper-vigilant about our soft spots. Understand that as a Remnant Soldier, the enemy is particularly drawn to you.  You are valuable prey for if he can take you down he also takes down those souls who you might lead to God.

Beef up your spiritual practice precious comrade.  It is the time for ardent and frequent prayer, repentance, and fasting.  These are the jewels we offer up to heaven for the sake of self and others.  Pull away from all activities and people that threaten the sacred protection of Christ.  There is nothing worldly worth keeping if it costs you your salvation.

Please know that I pray for you and your walk.  Though we may never meet, you are spiritual kin.

May God bless you and keep you,

Cindy

Coming into Focus

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Keep you eyes fixed upon the Cross.

This is a time for penetrating prayer and fasting.

Hold tightly to all that is Holy;

letting go of all that is not.

Calm me Lord…

Remind me that Heaven on Earth is soon to come.  

For Jesus, I put all my trust in You.

This moment and all those thereafter.  

Amen ~

Truth Watch

You see us.  

In all our splendor and all our sin.  

Please Beautiful Jesus,

Have great mercy on us in this time of trials.  

Amen.

Panic Button

Even though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death, I fear no evil,

for Thou art with me…

Tempest Mine

There comes a time when all is to be questioned.  A time when our plans and self composed strategies are cast off like hot coals to soft flesh.  There comes a time when we must abandon ourselves to Him by becoming truly inter-dependent.

The time is here.  It has arrived.  We are no longer lingering in wait but at the moment of departure.  Climb aboard now or be left behind.

My current struggles with abandonment to Christ are just that.  My own.  They really are not of any import or interest other than to me and my solitary walk.   I look around, as you do, and I see the very same  pattern of confusion and unconscious rebellion in my Christian brothers and sisters.  In unison we seem to stumbling about in a haphazard trance.   All the while asking of ourselves and Our God, “what am I to do?”.

What am I to do?

Stuck again in the ‘ I ‘.   The little ‘ i ‘ and all that she affords me.  Which is very, very  little by the way.

For this present whirlwind of mind and heart is pervasive and having it’s way with the Remnant.  It is called the Confusion a midst the Storm and it is another ruse of the devil.  If the Flock remains befuddled and scattered, we are hardly in right form to take on the Great Battle.  Let alone be harbingers of the New Era.

Remarkably, like all human maladies there is a spiritual solution.  This particular fever responds to the clarity of the Holy Spirit and at times a swift kick to the posterior.  For me it often comes through another struggling  comrade who unwittingly slaps me into right thinking.   With one or several words, I suddenly am restored to my saddle.  Galloping once again, with full vigor, towards my Lord and my God.

For this reason, and many others, we must stay glued to one another.  The oppressor has unleashed so much upon us that it is very difficult to make one’s way through the menacing fog.  We must grab the coat tails of the man in front of us while offering the same to the soldier behind.  Entwined together in this perilous storm, we have a chance of finding our way to He Who Awaits Us.

After all, He gave us one another for this hurricane of all hurricanes. 

We cannot succumb to going it alone.  It is a death wish to forge off in solitude as we once did.  I urge you to purge yourself of your old ideals of rugged independence and cling to the safety of the holy fraternity.  This is not a mild suggestion but an exhortation.

Do what is necessary now.  Identify your true Christian confidants and have daily contact as if your life depended on it.  Be eager to ask the tough questions and bow your head in silence when a fellow Christian offers sage advice.   Pray fervently with one another and allow sacred community to be whatever the Lords affords you this one day.

The time of sorrows is upon us and we must be One Under God.  Stand with me  little sparrow soul and know that my own smallness is made that much greater by your magnificent presence.

 

As the Comrade behind you, I remain in awe of your steadfastness,

Cindy

In these times…

…God’s people must trust Him for rest of body and soul.                                     – David Wilkerson

The Great Assembling

A movement is underground.  Gentle and steady, a persistent rumbling that oft goes undetected even when barefoot.  Forces are moving us forward dear comrades.  We are being maneuvered by the Heavens into a Divine Constellation.

There are  many among us who have dreamed of such a time and then others still with only vague inklings.  Nonetheless, a handful of souls are being led to a new destination of living.  A mode of life that will manifest the Glory of God.  Whether in small communities or solitary dwellings, a Holy Fraternity will soon appear in ways extraordinary.

Are such stirrings in your heart?

When left to my own device, I dream of hair below my waist and growing organic okra.  Maybe it is for this reason that I become annoyingly exuberant when envisioning communal life.

The pull of harmonious coexistence with God, nature, and man has owned me for some time.  So much in fact that I once laid claim to a 20 acre sanctuary in rural America.  It was a torrid love affair and to this day I tear up in memory.  With a dream of one day offering it up as a refuge for world-weary Christians, it sadly was not meant to be.  The yearning endures, however; and is assuaged by the multitude of prophecies and signs pointing to the New Era community.  

This emergence does not sit well with everyone.  Hushed conversations in back hallways reveal a growing fear of Christian persecution.  Ignited with dread, many are scurrying off to stockpile blankets and canned beans to ensure survival while in hiding.

                                                                                      Please take heart.  

                                                                               The Lord will not fail us!

Truly our cultural exile is fully underway but our Comfort draws near.  Joyfully, some of us will be led to cooperative life amid the Faithful.  This is a time for great celebration as sharing bread and blanket with our brethren will become the norm.  These settlements will bring light to Jesus’ teachings on radical sharing and selfless love.

Ownership will be replaced by true kinship.

Let’s not assume who will be in such places of mercy and grace.  He Who Knows All will extend His Hand and place specific souls together at the proper hour.  As His Children, we need only be attentive and obedient to the promptings of the Holy Spirit within our hearts.

Yet one thing is certain, such settlements will thrive despite the surrounding chaos and decay.  Prayer, fasting, and service to God and others will weave together in a unified rhythm.  The most mundane of tasks will be transformed into a daily, collective offering to Christ.

This is what awaits us sweet Remnant.  We are not to scatter, fleeing for higher ground.  Put your ear to the earth and listen intently for those whisperings that are meant for you and you alone.  Follow those promptings prayerfully and know that not one of us is to be lost or forgotten.

May we  find ourselves living as one in Him very soon.

Until that time, I remain your Comrade in Christ.

Cindy

Leaping Backwards and Other Feats of Valor

Now is the time for radical change.   Folks are seemingly making rash life decisions and  family and friends may be none too happy.  Seized with a baffling inner conviction, surrounding objections go unheeded.  Without looking back, the hero jumps.  In mid-flight, he realizes he has no clue where his feet will land.

How spectacular a sight.   For acts of true courage are irrational and remind us that martyrdom comes in many colors.

Look around.  Christians are committing massive acts of the heart every single day.  Some are forfeiting lucrative jobs to pursue personal ministries that offer no steady income.  Still others, guided by Godly conviction, are taking leave of house and hearth to follow the Spirit.  Young Christians are consistently defying peer pressure by embracing chastity and piety.   A steady stream of holy acts is encircling us as the Faithful choose God.  Especially when it does not make sense.

We all know that dying for Jesus is a great honor.  Yet holy martyrdom is multidimensional, so do not assume the worst. One day you may be asked to shed blood for Him.  On the other hand, you may be prompted to suddenly go where it hurts most.  Such as:

Your wallet.

Your sense of security.

Your desire for acceptance and prestige.

These invitations of the Holy Spirit never cease to amaze me.   His descent is not just some ancient movement witnessed at the first Pentecost.  Oh how He is working right now!  The constant companion of Our Lord and harbinger of the Great News is manifesting among us at record speed.   Again and again, we the downtrodden are being lifted up by His steady hand only to find ourselves opting for a new skin.

In this unprecedented house cleaning, many of us are being reappointed in preparation for what lies ahead.  It appears that in order to be of maximum use to Our Creator, we must move beyond our comfort zone.  If this is your reality, consider yourself chosen.

Our 12 Star General knows what He is up to.   Not one of us will be left out of the change-game as His troops are readied for battle.  The question is not whether you will have to stretch beyond yourself.  That is a given and no noble metamorphosis comes without seismic struggle.  Instead take note of your personal unveiling before the eyes of the Lord.

Therein lies true beauty.

For now, we march together with each soul humming a singular note.  Unknowingly, our individual offerings of bravery converge as a great orchestration before the throne of  God.  It  is our earthly gift to Jesus at this time.

Carry on Good Comrade.  You are not alone.

 

Your Sister in Christ,

Cindy

Triumph in the Fallen Garden

'Child Hiding' photo (c) 2006, D. Sharon Pruitt - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/My father died 11 days ago.

There are no words in any language to describe what it feels like when someone you love dies.  There are also no well-intended platitudes, spiritual rhetoric or flower bouquets to lessen your despair.  You suffer through it like a fly glued to sticky paper.  You writhe, groan, and spasm.

Have you felt true grief before?  If you have, you know exactly what I speak of.  It is life changing.  If you don’t believe me look at the before and after photos of soldiers’ faces from the Iraqi war.  Grief can literally etch itself upon your countenance and impact you at the cellular level.  The physical body screams out in agony.  When you take a breath, you fear you will explode. When you exhale, you wonder if it is the last.  It takes all the sufferings from your past and puts them in a box called Not Grief.  It suddenly casts you into an abyss of alienation from normalcy.

As Christian Soldiers we must find a way to cope with suffering, death, and the resulting grief.  If not, we will become emotionally and spiritually immobilized. Our desperate attempts to quell the pain via drugs, alcohol, sex, money, and food will be of no avail.  We will thrash about in a befuddled state and be of little use to the Remnant Army.  This is exactly what the devil desires.  Don’t let him win; you must embrace your grief.  I mean it.  There is no band-aid for human anguish.  You must honor it, feel it, and allow it to move through your being.  It will hurt like the dickens but you must walk through it.  And therein lies the good news.  You can walk though grief and journey to the other side.

God has a beautiful way of providing us with support during our trial of tears.  Don’t be surprised at how healing may manifest.  It may be predictable in the form of a close friend, pastor, priest, or grief counselor.  On the other hand, God may lead you into the unexpected.  You may find yourself suddenly writing poetry, endlessly sipping tea, stealing cat naps, or hiking alone in the woods.  Allow Jesus to offer you a very personal prescription for recovery.  You are a unique soul and the Lord knows exactly how you best be mended.

It is vital you be patient with your personal response to the loss of a cherished other.  There is no perfect way to grieve.  The moment I learned of my father’s passing, I felt completely cut off from God.  It was horrible.  My daily religious practice simply unraveled with the exception of robotic Church attendance.  I was the woman sobbing in the back pew.  The few words I could squeak out to Jesus were steeped in anger and despair.  Thankfully, my Christian friends immediately came to my aid, offering prayers up for my grief-striken family.  Don’t be shy about asking others to pray for you.  They are a precious gift from God for times such as these.  When you can talk to Jesus, do so.  Be honest with Him.  Jesus knows what you are going through and besides being a Just God, He is also a God of Mercy and Divine Love.

Time can take some of the sting out of death.  However, I have to wonder if the soul ever truly heals from the ravages of human decay and loss.  It is, after all, the gift that keeps on giving per the hands of our enemy.  Yet Jesus can heal even the deepest of wounds.  He provides us with Grace sufficient to rise us up so that we may engage in the battle once again.

My dad was a good man.  I want my remaining days here on earth to be a testimony to his spirit and his life.  His years of suffering from Parkinson’s Disease and final descent into death cannot be the end of the story.  Satan cannot have the final say.  It is in moments like this that we must choose.  We can retreat into misery, isolation, and inertia or pick up our spiritual weaponry and fight the prince of darkness who brought death and suffering to the human race.

Today, I choose to fight for the hour is at hand.

Please join me as the Remnant needs you.

Your Comrade in Christ,

Cindy

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