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Return to the LORD.

But when they said, “Give us a king to lead us,” this displeased Samuel; so he prayed to the LORD.  And the LORD told him: “Listen to all that the people are saying to you; it is not you they have rejected, but they have rejected Me as their King.   As they have done from the day I brought them up out of Egypt until this day, forsaking Me and serving other gods, so they are doing to you.  Now listen to them; but warn them solemnly and let them know what the king who will reign over them will do.”  1 Samuel 7:6-9

We have asked God for a king — and a king He has given us.

I am really hesitant to say what I’m about to say.  But for those who have ears to hear, hear what I’m about to say — and take it immediately to God.  If it lines up with your spirit, ask God for wisdom and direction.  And if not, please feel free to reject it.  I am certainly not saying “thus says the LORD”… I am simply saying what is and has been weighing heavily on my heart.

I have really gotten into politics this year.  No matter which side you’re from, you know that there was a lot hinged on this election.  Morally, more than anything.  And a few weeks ago, I was especially stirred up.  There are certain issues that I disagreed with Senator Obama on, but they were issues I could overlook (healthcare, his economic agenda).  Abortion was not one of those areas.  I could not overlook it.  50 million lives.  They cannot be justified in any way, shape or form.  So, I decided to speak up.  And several of you wordpressers with liberal views received a visit from me on your blog.  And though I tried to be polite, I wasn’t one bit compassionate towards your views.  I told you a thing or two.  And I’m certain you didn’t like it.  You told me so.  And after many exciting exchanges between us, God spoke to me one morning while I was driving to work.

He said, “What are you doing?”  And I confidently replied, “I’m helping these people to see the truth.”  He replied, “I know.  Stop.

The next few minutes of my drive to work were mostly silent.  I felt a heaviness rest on my heart.  He didn’t say anything yet, but I could feel it – a sadness for this country.  So much so, that tears started forming in my eyes.   Finally, I couldn’t resist asking: “It’s going to get bad, isn’t it?”  He nodded.  The heaviness became more weighty and I could feel that dreadful lump forming in my throat.  I wanted to bawl — not just for myself, but for my country, your country, our country.  I could tell He was sad too — infinitely more than I was.

One week later, I lost my job.  And through it all, I remained pretty well composed —  I had no fear and still have no fear about it.  I know that losing my job wasn’t what He was preparing  me for.  It’s something yet to come.

Times are going to change.  America has been so great and so strong for decades, but we have turned against Him.  If you have known me, or even read this blog, for any length of time, you know that I am extremely optimistic — even to a fault (if there is one).  I believe that God is good 100% of the time and that He always causes us to walk in triumph (that’s what His Word says).  I have not once, that I can remember, ever prophesied gloom and doom over anything or anyone.  My mindset is: Mercy triumphs over judgment.  And I still hold to all of these things.  But I cannot shake off this heaviness.  I cannot rid my mind of what He told me.  And I actually don’t think that things changing will be solely a result of Barack Obama being our president-elect; though I do think he will intensify things.  Barack Obama is going to be my President; I respect him and have already started to pray for him.  I wish no ill-will towards him personally or any of his family — or his presidency, in general.  But I do think he is going to make decisions that will open our country up to attack from the enemy.

So…. what do we do?  I feel God nudging me to do the following:

  • Get your house in order.  In other words, be wise.  Especially financially.  Get things in order.  Be ready for anything.  Really, we should always live like this.  But if you never have before, now is a really good time to start.
  • Pray.  Pray without ceasing.  Pray for our country.  Pray for our President.  Pray for loved ones — especially for those who do know Jesus Christ as their LORD and Savior.
  • Come back to your first love, Jesus.  If you’ve gone astray and your heart has chased after other lovers, now is the time to repent and come back to Him.  Forsake all other distractions and get back to Him.  Don’t wait.  Don’t hesitate.  Do it quickly.  Make Him your refuge.  Know His promises.  Get to a place with Him where you know that you could be entirely sufficient in Him and Him alone.

That’s it.  That’s all I have to say.  And may I just say: This is not the blog I wanted to write tonight?  I wanted to come on here and say: “The election is over.  Let’s pray for Barack Obama, but I’m tired of talking about it… so let’s not.”  I wanted to write of intimacy with God, of His promises, of going deeper in His heart, falling more in love with Him.  I wanted to write about anything that didn’t have anything at all to do with the election or politics.  But instead, I felt strongly that I should write this.  Again, please do NOT, in anyway, take this as a “thus says the LORD”.  Ask Him for yourself.  If He doesn’t say this to you, first double-check and make sure you’re listening, and when you do, if He still doesn’t say anything about this… dismiss it.  Really.  I’m not God.  Neither am I a prophet.  I didn’t hear God’s audible voice.  The heaven’s didn’t open.  I didn’t see 10 visions that were confirmed by 12 people that also had 10 visions.  I’m just a girl that felt God speak to her.  Nevertheless, draw close to God.  Do not delay.  The time is short.  Seek God while He may be found. His arms are outstretched for you. He loves you. In Him, we never need to have fear – even in times like this.  He will never leave us.  He will never forsake us.  In Him, you are protected.  You are safe.  Make Him your refuge.

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Political Confusion

I was just brushing my teeth… and I had a thought. I haven’t been to the garden in a while. My heart fluttered. How could I go so long without visiting? The garden, unlike the dentist, is not some place I’m supposed to visit every six months (though, if you’re like me, you’ve been meaning to call for the past year and just haven’t gotten around to it). No, the garden, isn’t somewhere I have to or am supposed to visit at all. And that’s a good thing, because… let’s face it: if someone told me that I needed to go, I probably wouldn’t. It’s like cleaning the bathroom. If someone would simply say to me, “Please stop cleaning the bathroom. Please don’t ever do it again!” I would. I would clean the bathroom. Probably that very minute. But instead, I’m always hounding myself to clean it – and well, I rarely do (I am being generous with the word rarely). Or… if my English teacher would have told me, all those years ago, to not bother reading To Kill a Mockingbird. To just take it home and look at the front cover and maybe, maybe read the back cover… but only if I really felt like it, then by golly, I probably would have scoured the whole thing from front to back. Curiosity would have got the better of me. But it was the exact opposite. And curiosity and wonderment had no part in it. As a result, I was drawn into the arms of Spark Notes. I didn’t even read the back cover. Oh, but I did watch the movie (sorry, Miss Aden… thanks anyways for the A though).

But as I said, the garden is nothing like any of the obligatory things I just mentioned. And so, as I set my toothbrush into its little tray and wiped my backwash off the mirror (just being honest), my heart was drawn. I could see Him waiting at the gate for me.

Do you hear that? He whispered. Hear what? I asked. Listen. Do you hear that? He continued. I paused and listened carefully. I could hear it. Something. Something which was very quiet at first, but became louder as I stood there. It was a rushing noise. Like water. And waves crashing. Then I could hear the pounding of rain and the boom of thunder and lightening. I looked around me. This wasn’t the garden anymore. It was a torrential downpour — in the middle of a huge body of water. I was sitting in a small canoe by myself, trying to paddle my way out, but failing miserably. The sky was so dark and the rain was so fierce, I couldn’t see land in any direction. I couldn’t see fifteen feet in front of me.

Where am I? I asked.

Political confusion, He answered.

We were back in the garden. The sun was radiating, casting warmth on my back. We were standing in a beautiful field of tall grass. I collapsed onto my knees — the way I always do when He speaks. The way I do when I want to ask questions, want to change the subject, but can’t. I know what He means. I’ve maybe never heard such a thing in my life, but when He speaks, darkness flees. Confusions flees. Lies flee. There’s no gray area. There’s nothing to question. There’s no confusion. His words cut like a knife — through everything that must be cut away.

I simply stood before Him, my eyes flooded with light, and nodded. Then I walked into His arms. He grabbed me and pulled me tight. I’m so sorry, Daddy.

I didn’t have to pull out a list and name all of the things that had vied to tug my heart away from Him — political opinions, strong political opinions, extremely strong political opinions. Pride. I hate pride. I would like to put another word in its place, but it’s really the only one that fits. No, there was no list. There was no naming names. There was just collapsing in His arms and forsaking it all instantly. How? I don’t know. It’s not that I had such restrain or resistance against these things that I could just drop them and not care to ever go back. No, I like my opinions. But I like Him more. And when He spoke, I couldn’t turn away. Not because I didn’t want to turn away. I was absolutely, physically incapable of doing so. His word cut through everything that would have kept me from Him, from truth.

The political spirit that looms over this country right now is very blinding. It’s exactly like the picture He showed me — of sitting in the boat, the storm so loud that you can’t hear, so dark that you can’t see anything — but yourself. Maybe I started out on the shore, but once I put my boat in the water, the tide pulled me out. I couldn’t resist it. The political spirit is strong, alluring, enticing.

Does this mean I can’t fight anymore? I asked Him this. And do you know what He said? No. What a wonderful Daddy! I can still fight. But He told me to fight from the garden — our secret place, where I can see everything clearly. He told me to stop fighting from that old boat that’s stuck in the eye of the storm. I can’t see anything out there. I can’t tell east from west from north from south. All darkness is the same at night.

So, I will continue to fight — for righteousness, for justice, for a godly leader who will pass righteous laws and stand for justice — for those who cannot defend themselves. 40 million of them. But I will do so from a place of far greater power and influence.

Help me, LORD. Please keep my hands frozen to the sword.

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