Testimony Tuesday - Breaking Strongholds

In mid-February, we went to visit my uncle in Window Rock, AZ and we can home with 2 puppies.  They were lying on the side of the road and we noticed them when we first pulled up to my uncle’s house.  A couple days later, they were still there.  We had seen puppies like these numerous times before when we visit him, and we knew there was a likely chance these pups would join a dog pack or be hit by a car.  When we stopped to get a better view of them, one of them immediately ran up to us.  The other one soon followed.  They were dirty, skinny, and very sweet.  They slept most of the way to their new home.
 

We named them Mae and Dusty, and they were home for only 3 days before Dusty got sick.  We quickly figured out, she had parvo.  Every vet we talked with made note that parvo can be fatal and the pup would need intensive care for at least 48 hours. The cost would be high and the outcome uncertain. I was so conflicted.  I thought we were doing the right thing rescuing these puppies.  I thought they were a blessing from God.  And now I was being faced with a tough decision.  My impulse was to euthanize them – that while we tried to do a good thing, it was no big deal to put them down since we could easily find more pups on our next trip to the rez.  

On that day in late February, our loving Father God was speaking to me to release the stronghold of detachment, something that has been my philosophy from childhood.  He brought to mind how much he loves me and how much he wants me to care about these rescued puppies because He still recuses and He still heals.  By God’s strength, I reached out and asked for help – and God provided.  The pups were nursed back to health and as they grow and become part of our family.

I continue to see how I need to change (not as a punishment) but because I am prohibiting God’s blessing by maintaining and being overburdened by this stronghold of detachment.   God is teaching me to invest in relationships – with my children especially.  

My four daughters are older and over the last few years I’ve felt like I needed to take a break from nurturing.  I realize now that the reason I was so tired was because all my energy was going into maintaining the stronghold of detachment.  I thought I needed a break from parenting and I just really needed to break free from my stronghold.  What a revelation! 

However, this re-building of relationship is tough work especially with teenage and college-age children.  I am praying constantly for God to soften our hearts so we can receive the blessings from a mother-daughter relationship.  It has been awkward at times but God is good and He is true to His word – if we abide in Him, He will abide in us.  

In stressed situations, my first impulse is still to detach, but God is patient with me.  Nowadays, I am much more attune to the gentle voice of the Holy Spirit.  I am much more apt to receive instruction like one being taught rather than one being punished.  I have learned to see how I believed the enemy’s lies, how I had unbelief.  I know God as a true friend, trustworthy Father and Prince of Peace.  

Isaiah 26:3

You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you.

Esther Belin

Testimony Tuesday - Prayer Can Move Mountains

Prayer Can Move Mountains

Okay. That's not exactly how the scripture goes. More like, faith can move mountains. But as we learned from Pastor Mark's message, prayer builds our faith. Alrighty, testimony over! That just about sums it up, but If you desire more details, keep reading.
  

I grew up in Texas, in the Bible belt. Practically born in church. I was raised in a non-denominational church where I attended a service at least 3 times a week. They followed a Baptist doctrinal regarding gifts of the spirit. Basically, the church of Acts was for that time not for the present.

That was 20 years of my life. Then God gave me a husband! A husband with an open mind. We moved 2,500 miles away from home right after the honeymoon to an island. So... maybe I have an open mind too. Les (the husband), was already living on the island for a few months before the wedding  and picked our church home for us. One of two options. This is how he put it to me when discussing the two churches, "small and hip? old and bland?" Hmm... not much of a decision there... I bet you can guess where we ended up. After a few weeks of Les attending he dropped a bomb... "They speak in tongues sometimes". "Wozzers...But you've told me all the people are normal and you could see us all being best friends, lifelong friends. They must have you brain washed already! " was my reply. But being married to that open minded kinda guy I was convinced to check the church out myself once we were both living on the island. Can you say UNCOMFORTABLE!

Like Les promised, after moving to the island I fell in love with the people of that small, hip church instantly!  They WERE normal! I just had to ignore the tongues thing. Besides, in Sunday service it was pretty rare to ever hear it or at least not very loud and I would convince myself that maybe they were praying in Latin or Chinese. Better to ignore it.

Being a part of this small and hip church blending in, slipping out right after service was not an option.  Being responsible young people with tons of free time who loved the Lord we got roped in to volunteer for several ministries inside the church pretty fast.  Les was first to volunteer his time and talent with the worship band which required them praying after Sunday morning practice and before service started. Shortly after I volunteered with the media team and was also required to join in on the time of prayer.  Boom! Then it hit me! ALL of the leadership spoke in tongues! And really loud,  fired up loud! But it didn't scare me. I could see their passion, fire and love for the Lord coming from their mouths in words I couldn't understand. I HAD to know more!

Through membership class we learned that there was a difference between a gift of the spirit and a prayer language. A prayer language being a result of being baptized in the Holy Spirit. Where a gift of tongues is one of many spiritual gifts God can give you, and when used there would be an interpreter. The gift is meant to edify the body and the prayer language is meant to edify you.  I felt like a whole new level of my relationship with Christ was within reach something I was now yearning for.  

A women's prayer group was started at the church at an ungodly hour... 6:00am! I went. I will say nothing of my teeth being brushed or not.  So many woman of the church spoke in their own prayer languages. I could feel the power of the Holy Spirit in that room every week that I attended. Yes, it was loud, yes, it could be distracting when trying to pray silently in English, yes, it could feel uncomfortable when you think you're the only one that can't pray in the spirit. I don't know a ton of people who can pray in English for a whole hour and keep the flow. But I have seen the average person pray in English and tongues and easily pass an hour. I needed this tool in my spiritual tool bag.  

Through discussions with my church peeps I started asking how they were baptized in the Holy Spirit. It's the safe way to ask, "how in the world can I get that mysterious language to flow out of my mouth?"  One of my friends was baptized in the Spirit at a rock concert (a non-Christian one) and she would go back and minister to young people at concerts in her youth. She said that it's the most awesome tool to use when you don't know what to pray for someone or you run out of words. Who would be more equipped to pray on your behalf? The Holy Spirit interceding for us to the Father. How could you ever come up with a better prayer yourself? I HAD to get baptized!

On a Saturday night I was talking to our landlord, Fran, while she was cleaning her bathroom, who lived above us, who was the Senior Pastor's mom, about how she was baptized in the spirit. She was in a garden, alone. Not in a church. Not by any man's doing. I sure wasn't convinced that I could do it on my own. She sensed my hesitation. She reminded me that we were having some retired missionaries as guest speakers at church the next day. Lou and Marian. Well, that was all well and good, but my shot was completely lost. I had to teach Children's Church! Oh, well! Maybe next year or maybe I could muster up the courage to have the senior pastors pray over me sometime.





About 5 minutes before my class would be in total chaos from church running so late, Fran came into the classroom and told me I had to get to the sanctuary immediately! Lou and Marian's invitation was to get baptized in the Holy Spirit! Goose bump city! What a coinkydink! I entered the sanctuary and stopped cold. Lou and Marian had their hands on Les. He was going to get it and not me... In the midst of having such thoughts another wise woman and dear friend basically pushed me into the threesome circle and said, "This is his wife".  After seconds of observing I could see that Les was getting it! Was I too late? Was I called out just to support him? Without skipping a beat, Marian turned her attention on me. She was praying in the spirit with her hands on me and kept telling me to pray.... "not in English" she would say over and over again. Tears were running down my face, I was shaking and concentrating.


Then, God gave me the picture of Peter on the boat when Jesus called him onto the water. I looked down and saw my foot coming out of the boat. It was me. God was calling me in that moment to have faith like no other time in my life. "Don't think about it. Let go" they were telling me. Les was already sharing his testimony with me from minutes before on how he was able to get to the point of letting go. I thought he must have gotten it because he's the one with the "open mind", not me.  The moment I was "out-of-my-mind" and let go of all logic it happened for me too. I remember feeling like I was stepping out of the boat and was free falling for just a split second and then I landed on solid ground (or maybe water). Funny words came out of my mouth. It sounded like only two funny words over and over again, but I didn't care! I knew without a doubt that they were not two of my words or made up words.  I could feel the power of the Holy Ghost on me. I felt completely saturated in the Holy Spirit. We were released that day and told to pray in our prayer language daily, together, at meals, alone in the car. It's like any language. Your vocabulary grows, but it takes practice.

The woman's 6:00am prayer group was like fresh water to me now. A safe place to pray in tongues with my mentors and friends. I was able to grow my prayer language where I felt like a part of the team who was bringing the power of the Holy Spirit into the room.  Prayer walks were taken to a new level! Prayer Chain jumped to epic status.  

My friend and 23 year old coworker was diagnosed with Leukemia. What a great time to have my newest spiritual tool. The day she got the diagnosis I organized a 24 hour prayer, two people deep. Meaning, there was at least two people praying for her healing for over 24 hours.  I was lead to do this, not because I planned on praying for her myself for 24 hours straight, but because I had now physically felt the power of prayer. How prayer increased my faith. And I knew that it would take faith to move a mountain.

Praying in tongues, singing in tongues, is an integral part of my life.  No, it's not salvation. It will not get me to heaven. But It does bring comfort and calms anxiety. It has made my walk with Christ richer. My faith stronger. I desire for everyone to feel the fullness that I feel because of it. That is why I share my testimony.

I encourage you, if you have been baptized in the Spirit and as a result have a prayer language that has been dormant, bust it out! Practice even when you feel silly! The enemy does not want to hear it. He knows there is power in it. He will make you feel silly. Rise above Satan! Use it for the Lord, daily! Use it to pursue Him! To invite His presence right into your car as you're driving! One of my favorite verses that my husband quotes often. "He doesn't call the equipped, He equips the called."

Testimony Tuesday

 

I'm sharing this testimony because I am experiencing Jesus in a new way through fasting and praying as well as worship and praise.  I've been attending TRC for the past 9 years and in that time have had a variety of experiences with Jesus in a variety of ways.  He's been very real and shown me things in my relationships, in my service, in my worship and whenever I seek his face.  My desire in my heart is for Jesus to transform me and for me to be a vessel of his love and compassion in a hurting world.

What I am realizing is that I cannot be a vessel if I have not been healed of some of the hurt and yuck I have carried around with me most of my adult life.  Some of the things of my past, my sin and my life have kept me from an intimate relationship with him.  But he is SO faithful because as I seek his face in all of it, he begins to reveal more and more to me about how I can bring these things to light. 

So recently I have been "juice" fasting and praying.  If you would have told me a while back that I'd be someone who loves to "not eat" and "deny my flesh" to seek the Lord I would have laughed very hard.  Eating is my thing, I love food. I love talking about food, smelling food, researching recipes, eating things with my kids and recently I've been on a vegan recipe hunt.  (just because I love fruits and vegetables and how they make me feel)  I'm fasting and praying for some big things in my personal life and in the riverKIDS ministry.  What happens when I fast is that I deny my flesh and my spirit soars… it's the only way I can describe it.  I read the bible and words are beaming… I listen to worship and I am rocked… I talk to people about their circumstances and all I can see is the spiritual side of things and how God sees their difficulties.  The fast I am on now has been the most difficult of any fast I have done.  I have to leave the room when I feed my family.  Food smells so incredibly good… I have to keep my bible close by so I can fill my spirit instead of my flesh. It's awesome and painfully uncomfortable at the same time.  God's voice is so close to me when I fast… I just love it.

So last Sunday during worship, I was praying and asking God for more of him and just reveling in His goodness. He showed me a picture of myself worshiping at TRC back when it was New Life and I was visiting my family when Grace was only about 6 weeks old.  We had come to visit the church when it was called New Life and pastor Gary was still here.  I wasn't close to the Lord at that time, but I knew he was drawing me in.  When Grace was born God became so real to me, it was the beginning of my heart being softened enough to hear him.  As the worship music filled the sanctuary my heart softened even more, tears started flowing as I held my new baby in this church as the healing words of scripture fell upon both of us.  I wept and did not know why I was weeping.  During Worship Holy Spirit began bringing this memory back to me and said, do you remember when I softened your heart 9 years ago… I responded… yes… I remember…

Then immediately Holy Spirit brought me the vision of a potters wheel and a clay pot sitting on it.  I immediately felt a rush of love wash over me.  The Lord said to me,  I am doing a new thing in you… I am molding you, because I love you.  I am not molding you because I need you to be different. I am molding you because I love you too much and I have SO much for you. More than you could ever dream.  Allow me to mold you. The clay does not fight the potter's hands.  All the clay has to do is sit there, trusting  the artist and my love will mold you into the woman I have created you to be. 
 

The voice… crystal clear… the vision very powerful and the message healed my heart.  I guess I am writing this testimony to let people know it's important that we allow the Lord to show us things during worship.  If you saw me last Sunday I could not stop crying… I was poised to hear him from fasting, I was letting my heart feel and receive all he had for me and I was responding and communicating back to him as I praised him in each song.  God is moving ladies… just like Mark said - he desires a deep intimate relationship with all of us.  Don't back down.  Show up.  Let him soften your hearts and mold you into the beautiful woman he has created you to be.   Even though all of these things have been uncomfortable… I know they will bring Him Glory… what motivation! 

Jen Kline

Testimony Tuesday - Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

For a while I've thought about writing about my testimony. I never figured how it would fit. But God has shown me this may be the time. Forgive any Susan-ness, as I'm typing this late at night.

My multiracial background was once a bane of my existence. The question of "what are you? " usually was met by with a sarcastic remark of "human, yourself? ". Needless to say this was not met with a positive response.

What God had shown me is this quirk was a great gift to me. My multiracial background gave me a racial ambiguity that allowed me to cross barriers that would hinder others and be invisibly visible. So that through me,  He could minister to His people; Invisible to the powers that would deny Him, yet completely visible to those who needed Him. 

 

(This is from Jill.  I talked with Susan on Sunday and she shared with me more about this testimony.  Because of the beautiful woman God created her to be, a woman made up of many different races, she is able to look Japanese to the Japanese, Filipino to the Filipinos, Samoan to the Samoans, etc...  She can be overlooked by those looking to crack down on foreigners evangelizing but she is also accepted and listened to by the same people-group because of her uniqueness.  I thought this was such an awesome story of being all things to all people!) 

In allowing God to use my least liked part me, I was able understand the "purpose and hope" God created me for.  In my weakest, He was truly strongest.

In walking this path with Him I've learned that the quirks He's put into us, shouldn't be a source of shame or embarrassment. But these individual quirks are tiles in a mosaic, that when put together collectively show as a Church, an image of God. Thereby making the fully supernatural, tangible to a lost world.

I hope this made sense.

Have a blessed day,.

Susan Mudry-McDaniel

Testimony Tuesday - He loves all of us so much!

I LOVE how our GOD works!!! Did you know that HE cares about seemingly “insignificant” things like winning a basket of “Dog Loot” at a pet expo??? Let me explain…

About three weeks ago…a friend (and neighbor) of mine, who had recently lost her father to an illness, texted me. This friend knows that I am a Christian and a “church-goer”. Up to now, I have never gotten to the point of talking to her about faith. 

Her text went something like this… “Hello Lynn. I was wondering… You go to The River Church right? Would you know if they have a grief group?” I said that I didn’t know, but that I would find out or locate another one for her. I asked if it was for her (knowing she had just lost her dad). She said she had really been struggling with his passing. 

Fast-forward one week… We were texting back and forth and she shared with me that she had confided in her mom, that her faith had really been rattled since losing her dad. She also shared with her mom that it had been years since she has gone to church. This fact really saddened her mom, because my friend has two young kids (ages 10 and 12).

So…I just threw it out there. “Why don’t you join us at church this Sunday at The River Church? We have an amazing pastor, incredible music, and a REALLY AWESOME kid’s church!!!” (Plus their Director of Children’s Ministry is my VERY CRAZY girlfriend Jen!No…I didn’t say that…but sure thought it though!) ;-) 

We went back and forth texting…answering her questions about service times, location, etc. Then she just stopped texting. “Hmmm??? This one is all yours from here GOD” I thought. So off I went to enjoy a Pet Expo that was being held in town that morning. I made my way throughout the expo, putting my name in for EVERY drawing in the building.

I left to head home to celebrate my hubby’s Birthday. I was about a mile away from the expo when I got a call from a gal at the expo…telling me that I had won one of their main “Doggy Loot” basket drawings! I was torn between heading home to my waiting family or going back to the expo.  I had this “strong sense” that I was supposed to go back to the expo to pick up my prize basket. 

I skipped with giddy delight back into the expo…and WHO was standing right there near my basket? It was my girlfriend, whom I was just texting about going to church that Sunday. She said, “I am so sorry…my phone died. Yes! We would love to join you in church this Sunday.” We talked details and I went to retrieve my basket.

As I was walking towards my “winning” basket…I heard the LORD say this: “I had you win this basket so you would come back and run into your friend.” Now THAT is my kinda GOD!!! 

So, in closing my friend and her kiddos came to church with us and she was clearly really moved by the music. She kept commenting on different songs and various voices. As we were walking out of church, she said, “I have NEVER heard music like that in a church before! That was sooo AWESOME!!! Thank you for inviting us…I really enjoyed it!”

So that my story of why GOD cares as much about is children as HE cares about blessing them! I guess our pooch, Bella, ultimately got blessed to by all of the loot in the basket. Like I started saying, “I LOVE how our GOD works!!!”

Feelin' blessed,

Lynn Deary

20/20 Is Possible...With Christ

Do you wear glasses or contacts?  Do you remember what it was like when you first got them? 

I was thinking about this the other day and the spiritual analogy just blew me away.  I got glasses when I was 17.  I was a senior in high school and I remember sitting in the back row of my chemistry class and telling the guy in front of me that the chemistry teacher had horrible handwriting.  How did he expect me to read his scribbles on the blackboard?!  The guy turned around and told me I needed glasses.

Huh?  I needed glasses?  Surely not!  I could see just fine thankyouverymuch.  It was the teacher's handwriting that needed work.  And the Department of Transportation was insane if they thought drivers should be able to read those teeny little street signs!  I mean seriously!  I can't tell you how many times I would drive right by a street I was looking for because I couldn't read the sign until I got up right next to it.  Everyone else was crazy because I could see just fine!

And then I got glasses.

I remember walking out of the store after getting my new frames and lenses.  I was in shock!  You mean we're supposed to be able to see individual leaves on trees and individual blades of grass?!  You're kidding me!  I was astounded at how much I couldn't actually see because I didn't have the correct prescription. So it was actually me the whole time and not everyone else?

Now translate that to our spiritual life.  How often do we "see" a situation and think 'what is wrong with that person? can't they see that what they did/said was mean/irresponsible/unbelievable?' How often do we blame others for things we see/feel just like I blamed my high school chemistry teacher and all of the Department of Transportation?

We each perceive the world differently based on our "prescription" yet we don't go to the only One Who sees the world in perfect 20/20 to help us see correctly. We all think we're 20/20.  We think that we're the only one in the world that has a correct view of things.  Everyone else is blind.  How much heartache, loneliness, hurt and anger are a result of our lenses being different than that of someone else?

Last year I went away on a retreat and spent 5 whole days with God, with my "eye doctor".  He did a spiritual exam and showed me that my prescription wasn't 20/20 but more like 20/400!  Haha!  Wasn't I surprised?!  You mean I'm supposed to be able to see others how Christ does?  You mean I was viewing the world through my own hurt and wounds?  I realized how distorted my view had become simply because I hadn't received the correct prescription.

I'm not claiming my vision is 20/20.  I need constant check ups!  Jesus is the only One Who can realign my vision, show my where I need more tweaking and remind me to see through other's lenses so I can have a better idea of how they perceive the world. 

Have you had your check-up yet?

Testimony Tuesday - God is in the details

These first 2 testimonies are from Tamara Wade.  A sweet woman who loves Jesus and asks Him about every decision and every need in her life.  Thank you Tamara for reminding us that God cares about all the details!

*My tank in my car was almost empty and I asked God to stretch my gas in the fuel tank to get me to where I needed to go and he did.

*One time I wanted to go to a funeral but I was working that day. God worked it out so I could go and support my friend.

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This next testimony is from Kim Beach.  Awesome story about our perspective of life!
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Monday, Monday.  That dreaded day.

We expect bad news to be delivered on Monday, for cars to not work, for children to misbehave.  We refer to other challenging days as, “It’s like a Monday on a Friday!”   Monday has received such a bad rap! 

But let’s reframe it! 

Monday - the day God reminds us that His “mercies are new every morning!” (Lamentations 3:23). and that whatever happened yesterday is over, (2 Cor. 5:17).

This has been a challenging year to say the least.  Hospitals, doctors, travel, school - we’ve had our hands more than full!

As part of a regular follow-up to some medical issues, I recently had a bone scan - DEXA.  My grandfather died from complications related to a genetic form of osteoporosis.  All the women in my family are checked regularly.  At 31 years old, I was told that if I did not loose an incredible amount of weight, my bones would suffer and I would end up crippled.

So began a rough journey.  Weight loss surgery, complications, emergency surgeries, blood transfusions.  At one point, the doctors quit tell my husband he would take me home and he began preparing himself for how to raise our children alone. 

God intervened and I’m still here!

This year’s DEXA scan was delayed because of the attention my daughter needed.  Hip pain sent me to the doctor and then for some tests. 

(NOTE:  It’s a painless test.  Get it!  Take your calcium!  Walk!  Exercise!)

At the end of the test, they technician gave me a printout of the results. 

Now, I’m not a doctor but life circumstances have taught me to read a lot of medical reports.    I deal with them all the time from hospitals, specialists and insurance companies. 

The bottom line of this test:  Osteoporosis at 44 years old.

Great.  I was angry.  I did all they said to do.  I nearly died to prevent, well, death!  I was so mad at God and doctors and science. 

Anger is not a sin - it’s what you do with that anger.  I let myself be mad and then, I moved on.  I knew God was not done with me.  He had not failed me.  I could still trust him.  And though I didn’t “feel” these statements, I “knew” in my heart they were true.  That’s faith, by the way.

Three weeks pass.  Today, I received a phone call from the doctor’s office.  No significant change.  “What?  Are you reading the same report?”  I asked. 

Hmm, seems that DEXA Scans are not my repertoire.  I was reading them, basically, backwards.  My bone strength had improved in some areas and the loss in other areas was not near as great as I had thought! 

WOW!

Whoa. 

Isn’t that just like God to use a bone scan to teach a lesson!  In life, we do not always “read” the circumstances and events as they are in HIS reality.  We see the hurt, the disappointment;  the odds are surmountable, the pain is unbearable.  We just know that God is punishing us or has abandoned us to the tormentors!

In reality, we are reading it wrong!

We are stronger - in HIM - then we imagined.  Our faith - in HIM - has increased beyond our beliefs.

My Monday - good news!  God is Faithful!  God is Trustworthy!  God is writing my story!  And He is much better at reading that I am!

Kimberly Beach