Abortion is only one issue. I agree. I know that the economy is important and that our environment is important. But, when Israel was living in obedience to God, God worked all that stuff out in their land!!!!! And when Israel was living in disobedience to God, His judgments were just and right.

50 million babies have been killed since 1973 in America alone. This is not the only issue. We have blood on our hands and God's judgments are just and true. America will be required to pay back that blood. Every drop of blood. 

Just because judgment isn't sudden don't mean that it ain't coming. (da Truth)

It's only one issue, but it is an issue that will require blood. I believe that judgment is coming to America--I DO NOT WANT IT TO--but because that is what scripture says.
Pray for our government, pray for our leaders.
I pray that God would visit those in places authority in dreams and visions and that he would bring them into the revelation of his Son Jesus. I fully believe that our nation can be turned around. Israel was redeemed time and time again. Ninevah was saved from coming judgment because they softened their hearts and repented. Ninevah was a godless nation. Israel was a nation built upon God. Both were offered redemption and grace from the coming judgments of God.

Beloved--be prayer warriors for this nation and its leaders. There is more going on then we can see (Daniel 10). God can restore. God can rebuild. God can renew.
I dare say that if America softened her heart and subjected herself once again to Jesus Christ, and sought to live in obedience, our economy would not be the problem. Our environment would not be the problem. God put blessings and curses on Israel. Blessings came in response to Israel's obedience. Curses came in response to Israel's sin.
GOD DELIGHTS IN GIVING MERCY!!!!!! Beloved--hear that! Know it! But our God is a just God and is faithful in his judgments. Cry out for mercy on behalf of this country. 40 days till the election today.

I challenge you, for the next 40 days, do not stop crying out. Do not stop asking for God's holiness to be shown to those in authority. Ask for dreams and visions to be ever present in their sleep. Cry out for revival in this land. Cry out for wisdom for our leaders. Petition the God of the heavens--HE DELIGHTS IN SHOWING MERCY!!!! Fast and pray and earnestly seek the heart of the Father.

Peace and Grace be to all of you in the blessed name of Jesus Christ, our Lord

    Me and God have been wrestling through some things as of late. Saturday night I gave up the impossible idea of sleeping as I brought what was on my heart before God. I'm pretty sure he worked it all out.
    One of my concerns was that I felt as if I am in a dry season and I was just questioning why God had brought me to this point. But as soon as I gave that thought to Him, He gave it back to me all worked out.
    I wish you could hear the intensity in my voice as I say these words and the passion that takes birth in my soul. What the heck is a dry season? How are we called into dry seasons? I feel as if the church has taught me a deranged ideology that brings comfort in the midst of complacency.
    My Jesus came so that we may have life...ABUNDANT LIFE. And Jesus said himself that whoever comes to Him will NEVER GO THIRSTY AGAIN! And just because we put the churchy word "season" after dry does not mean that it is ok, or that it is bought about by the hand of God.
    My God gives life. My God gives LIFE. What the heck is a dry season? If I am truly walking daily in the resurrection of Jesus Christ, my life should be overflowing with the living water that He himself claims to be. And my God is not a liar.
    I felt that as soon as I expressed my idea of being in a dry season that Jesus' voice rang clear above everything else that was clouded. We are not called to walk in a dry season. We may be called to walk through the wilderness and even through the desert, but we are not called to go without the touch of God. We are not called to be without the voice and truth and daily refreshment bought about by the very Spirit of God residing in our beings.

I say no to any dry season that dare claim who I am. I will fight for the living waters of God. I will fight for the supply from God even in the midst of the desert. Even when all I see tells me that no water is to be found, I will rely on my God to provide and will refuse to settle for anything less.

I will wrestle for the blessing, though He render me this wound.
Without His favor, what good am I?
Without His blessing, what good am I?
Without His touch, am I even alive?

So God, what is the wound, because I will not settle for anything less than what You are able to give.

It is so easy to lose the vision.
It is so easy to forget what everything is all about.

This afternoon in the IHOP-KC prayer room, the singers started singing the verse

Trusting people is extremely hard for me. Trust always seems to be broken in one way or another. And every time it happens it results in the most agonizing pain I've ever known.
My solution? I just don't get close. I've conditioned myself to loving people but never loving fully, never giving fully of myself. I get involved, but try my hardest not to get attached. I hate putting my heart into someone else's hands, because once it's in their grip, I have no control over how they will treat it.

I've realized it is also hard for me to trust Jesus, though he's never given me a reason to doubt his undying faithfulness.
He has never broken my trust and I am confident he never will.
Yet, I still struggle with giving myself fully to him.
I struggle with giving things fully into his hands.
Why?
His hands are the safest place for my treasures to be. In his hands moths and rust cannot destroy and thieves cannot break in and steal. In his hands there is peace to calm even the most violent of winds and waves. In his hands even the filthiest, most shattered clay pot is made into a shining, brilliant piece of art.
I don't know why I choose to hold on to somethings...the worst things...
Why do I choose to hold on to bitterness and anger? And why do I choose to hold on to the most fragile things, like relationships...things so quickly broken by my touch?

I must honestly think that I can do better with these things than Jesus can. There's no other reason why I should hold on to these "treasures" of mine. I must be able to pour the ointment and begin the healing of my anger and bitterness better than Jesus ever could, and I most definitely know how to breath life into my relationships...
why else wouldn't I give them over to Jesus.

Deep down I know that if I truly treasured these things I would willingly place them into the hands of Jesus, wouldn't I? I would willingly wrap them up in the security of my Redeemer, my Creator, my Father, my King, my Judge...my Lover...

But if I did, I would loose control over these things. Even though I have yet to be able to claim any successes...even though my name is plastered over so many failures...I still try to hang on and in my stubbornness and flesh I refuse to give Jesus a try.
In my stubbornness and flesh the anger and bitterness and brokenness remains.

I keep people on the outside. I keep relationships close enough to maintain their distance. In my stubbornness I get involved...and attached...to so many broken relationships.

Trusting people has always been hard for me.
I think I need to place even this into the hands of the Healer.
Why is it that hospital rooms look so dark, terrifying and lonely when the whole purpose is to restore life?

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

God has been teaching me a lot about love lately. And not the cheesy kind of love, but the serious love, the love that makes impacts when mountains are moved. The kind of love that makes a profit out of surrendering everything.
Ironic, right? I mean, aren't impacts made when mountains are moved? No, without love it means nothing. And what kind of profit comes from letting go of everything? Nothing...unless love is there. Nothing at all. Nothing without love.
And not the cheesy kind.

I'm talking about love that moves and shakes stuff. Love like Jesus.

I don't want to delight in evil, I don't want to rejoice when people fall, but sometimes my heart does, and in my pride I say to myself, "They had that coming." That is not love. Love hopes and protects.

A friend once told me that I was a lover. I said I wasn't, that I was a fighter. Then he said that I fight for love.
That messed me up because of how true it was.
But I want to fight to love.
I want to enter the battle and stand in kindness and patience and stand in hope and trust. I want to stand in humbling myself. I want to stand for others being lifted up, instead of myself.

Love just comes down to humility. God has been showing me lately how hard it is for me to love people because of my pride. In my pride, I can't love. I'm too good to love because of pride. In my pride, there is only room for other people to love me.
He must increase, I must decrease.
The first will be last and the last will be first.
You have to go lower if you want to go higher. Because God's kingdom is an inside-outside-upside down-Kingdom. You HAVE to go lower if you want to be lifted up.

I don't want that fake cheesy crap love. I don't want fanciful love decorated in pink and chocolate and holding hands. I want to love fiercely. I want to love unrelentingly.
I want to love like Jesus.