What God Thinks of Me

God thinks of me
Psalm 139:14

When you find yourself preoccupied with what others think of you, you will become an emotional   prisoner.   Why do I say prisoner, because a prisoner has no freedom.   Our freedoms are slowly taken the more we try to please everyone except God.   You will never be able to please everyone so stop trying.   You will find some instances when it appears as though everyone has a problem with something you did.   Well guess what ?   It just means that the enemy is doing his job.   He’s definitely about insecurity.

1 Peter 5:8
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:

Our main goal should be to find out what God thinks of us.   I think some of us may be afraid to ask that question.   Remember about that movie where the guy says ” you cant handle the truth?”   Sometimes we don’t ask God because we are not ready to hear what he has to say.   Once we understand that his opinion is truly the only one that matters, we will seek his opinion of us with zeal.   Once we’ve discovered what pleases God and we make it our business to live that way; everything else around us will have to fall in line.   We then agree to give up all control to God and in return we gain all power; his keeping power.

Proverbs 16:7
When a man’s ways please the LORD, he maketh even his enemies to be at peace with him.

It will bless your soul the more you remind yourself how God feels regarding you;   and not those lies the devil has been telling you.   He thought about you before your parents thought about each other, and all   we see around us was done by God for our pleasure not his.   We are his pleasure, and he thinks about us often and wants nothing more than to fulfil our hearts desires   as   we reach for him with sincere love and devotion.

Psalm 37:4
Delight thyself also in the LORD: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.

Jeremiah 29:11
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end


That Powerful Name

"when will I truly be free..."

When I lay down will I sleep well?

When I don’t can you tell?

When I wake up will there be joy

Without joy who will I annoy?

Was this the destiny I chose for me?

If not when will I truly be free

To do the things I desire to do

Am I destined to serve, who knows do you?

Are these questions you’ve asked yourself?

Is it happiness you seek, is it peace, is it wealth?

The true search should end with one word

And deliverance will come when that word is heard

Not with your ear, but deep in your heart

It won’t be the end when you hear it; your real life will start

This one word fills some with discuss

But I hope you’ll be free when you hear


Philippians 2:9-11 (King James Version)

9Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name:

10That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth;

11And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

Acts 4:12

12Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.

Memory Lane by Dexter Adams


Yesterday while taking a walk down memory lane, I found this key that oddly enough seemed unlike any other lost key. I somehow knew it unlocked some special door. I had a crazy feeling that there was a door… But, here’s the thing, I didn’t know where the door was, or in the event that I found the door, where the door would lead me. With that in mind, I took the key and placed it on a shoe lace and tied it around my neck, as to not forget it. In the corner of my eye, or… “Mind’s eye” rather, I could see a path forming and it somehow seemed normal… normal like flowers blossoming or a tree growing. As if it were fates that lead me, I followed this windy narrow walkway, as it formed, to a now visible orchard. I walked into the orchard, leading myself to an interesting dead area, absent of greenery. There in the midst was this sort of gnarled and knobby looking tree. Its branches looked as if they had been removed, then complacently put back together. It had these sorts of pasty beige leaves on it, each of which looked as if it were hanging for dear life. The tree looked dead…but alive? Nonetheless, equally bizarre the tree had a knothole with a flag protruding right out of it. It was a maroon flag with a peculiar type of writing on it. I searched for an interpretation within myself, but none was to be found. Since this was memory lane, I figured that somewhere in the surrounding area I would find the memory that helped me read this interesting transcript, or whatever it was.

Here’s the ironic thing about the whole situation. Before taking this walk down what I saw as a harmless memory lane, I was told by my grandmother “The past is sinful. Do not look back unless you are searching for the truth.” I laughed thinking she was joking because obviously there is nothing wrong with gleaning on the past as well as the future. I mean, a lot of good things happened down memory lane. So really, I just wanted a quick recap… to feel good for a few minutes. Nonetheless, here I was staring at this odd writing that resembled something out of a medieval novel. I was perplexed by it. Enthralled in the shapes and symbols, I reached up to scratch the top of my head but as touched my hair I could feel a warm wetness. I abruptly retracted my hand. Staring at my visibly dry hand perplexed me. So I hesitantly returned my hand to the wet spot… still wet. Now feeling a bit anxious I looked again only to find that my hand was… dry? In a fit of idiocy, I frantically molested the top of my head, feeling for what I knew was not there but what I felt was. The “sensation” was so real and it was growing. I mean, the liquid was growing… The wetness was now pouring down my body; streams of an imaginary liquid now splashing to the floor. I could feel it rising up around my ankles. My feet were drenched. I forcefully averted my attention to the flag as I stood now soaked… but dry. I ignored the feeling and focused my efforts on understanding the words on the paper that had undoubtedly cast a spell on me. THAT EVIL TREE! I had learned Arabic manuscript years ago and somehow convinced myself that I needed to revisit those thoughts to figure out what this flag of words meant… but with every recollection came the debilitating discomfort of the liquid that was now somehow warm. Grasping onto the little bit of reality that I still new; I lay recalling what my grandmother had said. “Do not look back unless you are searching for the truth.” I thought aggressively as to what this could have meant because now I was trapped

I know how to swim… I mean I know how to swim in water, but this wasn’t water, this wasn’t even liquid in the form that we know liquid. I could see no fluid but the overwhelming feeling of anxiety gripped my body as the “wet” feeling grew more and more discomforting. This path had become a little bit more than what I bargained for… to say the least. I regained my composure and assured myself everything would be okay but breathing had now become more difficult. Coupled with the sensation of being submerged in water was the feeling that pressure (like the pressure of being under water) was encapsulating my body. I sprung backward to try to run… to maybe escape this feeling with the tangible solution but my movements were sluggish and inhibited. The weight on my legs caused me to stumble and I fell on the path that led me to the tree… In my right hand was still this weird looking script on the flag that I had found. I knew I couldn’t understand any of the writing but I frantically looked again… My desperate desire to find a cure for what was ailing me mentally at this point must have triggered an intellectual epiphany… The flag read: “beware the gnarly oak… it has the ability to secretly drown you!” The words began to get fuzzy and almost bleed off of the paper… I shook the paper and rubbed my eyes… Nothing… I repeated… Nothing… I was gasping now for the air I had so frivolously taken for granted in my complacent search for adventure. Now I lay in a place where there was only me… seemingly.

“Dear Sir, what ever is the matter?” A voice from the distance repeated to me what sounded like muffled sound (like trying to hear underwater) “What is the matter… Are you ill sir?” I could only reach out in desperation now feeling quite faint because of my lack of adequate oxygen. I held up the flag. “THE GNARLY CURSE!” He screamed. He grabbed my hand and told me to get up, but I couldn’t. “GET UP!” He yelled. At this point I knew I couldn’t move so I lay until about the 5th time he yelled… I grabbed my throat and he reached for his satchel. He pulled out a rather large needle and jabbed it into my throat… air rushed in as I gasped gurgled breaths in through my neck. My site began to clear and I could slightly make out the gentle… man? creature?… What was this?

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The Power of a Good Listener

"Mastering the art of listening comes with maturity..."
"Mastering the art of listening comes with maturity..."

Mastering the art of listening comes with maturity; we learn that things are not as serious as they seem. Give people the opportunity to be honest about how they feel without holding it against them. Learn to listen more, and talk less. You’d be surprised how much you will learn when you really listen even to the small details. What might be important to you may not have the same importance to someone else, yet you want someone to hear you. Listening can become an art, psychiatrist get paid a lot because they have mastered the art of listening.

I believe that we as saints could be so helpful to each other if we would only be willing to listen to someone when they felt heavy and just needed to unload to a loving ear. We just might find our own deliverance and freedom to admit that we too have issues bothering us.

James 5:16 Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.

One of the main issues in relationships is lack of communication. It’s a bad feeling to talk and realize that no one is listening or even wants to hear. We have a heavenly father who cares and is always willing to listen. He’s never too busy. Sometimes are thoughts get so crowded in our heads that if we don’t find an outlet, we could blow. I wonder how many realize the therapy in writing our thoughts down.

Let’s make a decision to not only open better lines of communication with those we love, but let’s decide to become better listeners.

James 1:18-20 (King James Version)

18Of his own will begat he us with the word of truth, that we should be a kind of firstfruits of his creatures.

19Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:

Matthew 18:14-16  (King James Version)

14Even so it is not the will of your Father which is in heaven, that one of these little ones should perish.

15Moreover if thy brother shall trespass against thee, go and tell him his fault between thee and him alone: if he shall hear thee, thou hast gained thy brother.

16But if he will not hear thee, then take with thee one or two more, that in the mouth of two or three witnesses every word may be established.

When we reach out to each other and learn to communicate better we will in turn strengthen the body of Christ. Therefore fortifying the strength of our fellow fighters in this spiritual battle.

Bullet Proofed


I believe it was definitely a blessing from God the ability to create bullet proof material, armored cars and fire proof clothing. I’m sure some of us know the names of the people that most give this credit to. I was just thinking about how bad things are getting that women might need to wear bullet proof attire to the gym just to work out. Full Story »

It’s really sad when families find themselves in need of bullet proof attire just to sit home together; and our children need bullet proof play clothes just to attend a boys and girl camp. Full Story »

Yes things are getting bad, but I don’t think they will start making the safety gear available for the public. So that just means we must seek our protection elsewhere. The ultimate protection Iam talking about is the blood of Jesus and full protection of the Holy Spirit and the host of heaven comes in the package. I know to some that may seem strange to associate the blood of Jesus with protection from bulles. If you are lead by the Holy Spirit then hopefully you would obey when he instructs not to be in certain places or to get involved in certain things.

Psalm 91:10-12

10There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.

11For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.

12They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.

Ultimately our true protection is no fear of death. Once we are covered our souls are bullet proofed from any attempts of the enemy. That’s why his main attempts are to draw us away from our protection with God and lure us back into sin again. There we become vulnerable to his tactics and should this flesh suffer fatal harm while we are out there wallowing in sin then we are dead eternally without hope. Stay under the Blood!

1 Corinthians 15:53-57

53 For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.

54So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.

55O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

56The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.

57But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

It’s All About Jesus

"he died for all, that they which live should not henceforth live unto themselves..."
"he died for all, that they which live should not henceforth live unto themselves..."

Pain can be helpful once we understand the reason
Loss is accepted when in the right season

Fall is the time we expect things to change
why don’t we understand when things are rearranged

is it because we have no control
we live and we die we’re young then we’re old

enjoy the moment you find yourself in
this time that you’re in wont come back again

so reach for the moon and grab hold to the Son
don’t worry about the war the battle is won

He did it all for you a long time ago
I’m telling you now in case you didn’t know

It’s all about Jesus, he’s the reason we live
So living for him is the least we can give.

Hebrews 12:1-3  (KJV)

1Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,

2Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

3For consider him that endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds.