Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Overcoming Condemnation

 
 
 
There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. Romans 8:1
 
 
 
 
Read that whole chapter if you have about two extra minutes. Or remember to later.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Condemnation.
 
This is what I got when I typed it in on Google.
 
 
 
 
con·dem·na·tion
ˌkändəmˈnāSH(ə)n/
noun
1.
the expression of very strong disapproval; censure.
"there was strong international condemnation of the attack"
synonyms:censure, criticism, strictures, denunciation, vilification; More
2.
the action of condemning someone to a punishment; sentencing
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I grew up knowing about God. I didn't know Him though.
 
 
 
We can all say we know about the President of the United States, but we don't know him.
 
 
 
There's a big, big difference.
 
 
 
Incase you've never read my blog before, (which I saw on my stats that someone in Ukraine read one of my posts recently... that's the first time from anyone from that country... so, hello to you!)
 
but incase you've never read my blog before I will give you a really quick background on me.
 
 
My name is Hannah.
 
I've been married nearly eight years to truly my best friend in the world.
 
We have a daughter and a son.
 
I'm nearly 27. (yikes, pushing 30!)
 
My dad was an alcoholic until I was 12 years old, which was when he was saved.
 
At 17 years old I accepted Jesus into my heart and repented of my sins.
 
A couple weeks later I was baptized.
 
I believe we don't make enough about baptism because we are supposed to do as Jesus instructed, but I don't believe that it is essential for salvation. I've watched people die sad and sickly deaths and they physically couldn't get baptized if they wanted to. My aunt and uncle were missionaries in Africa and they used to preach that you needed to be baptized because that is a needed part of salvation until the water in the village they lived in was so dirty they couldn't even get in it. So, they realized that couldn't and wouldn't preach that. The thief on the cross next to Jesus was not baptized. What about those two weeks in between the time I was saved and baptized? Was I not saved? Of course I was. My point is that I 100% believe in baptism and that if you can do it, do it! But whether or not you are baptized, I do not believe the Lord will deny you eternal life if you have repented of your sins and your heart is right with Him. Again, I do believe you need to be baptized if physically possible though. Okay... moving on!
 
 
 
 
I wasn't perfect before I was saved.
And I'm not perfect now.
 
 
 
 
My Uncle Zane preached two weeks ago at his church and he said to everyone, "I don't need to know all your dirty details." There's nothing wrong with telling your testimony. I have heard some people's testimonies over and over again and they will tell you enough for you to get "the picture" or "the idea." Not details that will be stuck in your head every time you see them... I also had a friend say to me something that I also totally agreed with. She said that so many girls hide behind being a "good Christian girl" and never telling people (other women) that that wasn't always the case! I think it's healthy to share your life before you were a Christian with someone who it would help and encourage, to the extent that you would feel comfortable with. Now getting up speaking on stage in front of 500 strangers... that's your call.
 
 
 
 
God doesn't expect us to hang out all our dirty laundry or bring out all the skeletons in our closets to prove how bad we were.
 
 
 
 
 
 
My dad was a drunk. My father in law has never touched alcohol of any form to his lips.
 
 
Mary Magdalene for sure had some issues. I know some women (who at least paint the picture!) who have it all together, all the time.
 
 
I told lies before I was a Christian. Maybe you have never told a lie...? I would like to shake your hand. Seriously.
 
 
I have a friend who slept around a bit before she was saved. Grant and I shared our "firsts" together on our wedding night.
 
 
 
While we are on the subject of sex... let me just throw this little nugget out there for ya. 
 
 
 
Do you know that looking upon a woman with lust is having adultery with her in your heart? That's what the Bible says. So to everyone who prances around with an imaginary medal on your chest that says "VIRGIN WHEN MARRIED" in big bold letters... although that is something to be commended for and I pray already over my children that they will share their first engagement in sex on their wedding night...
 
 
 
I pray for their PURITY above that.
 
 
 
Purity people!
 
 
 
Everyone has their own opinions, and they're entitled to that just as I am, but I believe the guy who looked at porn for the past 10 years up until he got married but he was a virgin... is just as impure as the girl who had sex once or 200 times before her wedding night.
 
 
 
Where do you draw the line then, Hannah? you ask...
 
 
 
 
Well, use some horse sense first off. Secondly, if it's making you want to lead to something more, it's wrong! Call me old fashioned or dumb or whatever. I don't care. I don't write for your approval anyhow. But, I know I'm right on this.
 
 
 
 
I know a girl who has all kinds of tattoos. I mean all kinds... I know another girl who doesn't have her ears pierced.
 
 
 
I know a guy who used to be addicted to meth. I don't even know what meth looks like, honestly.
Do they sniff it? Shoot it? Smoke it? Well, I'm thankful I don't know!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Big lie. White lie.
 
Prostitute. Child molester. Rapist.
 
Jealous of your best friend. Gossips about everyone.
 
Expects everyone to wait on you. Because you're entitled to be respected and nobody else is.
 
Says every dirty word. 100 times a day. Says a dirty word only when really, really upset.
 
Kissed only the man you're married to right now. Did everything leading up to sex, but didn't have the final act of sex. Had sex a few times in high school and college. Or maybe a few hundred times.
 
Gay.
 
Had an abortion. Slaps your kids. Yells at them.
 
Beats your wife. Secretly hates your wife.
 
Had a full out physical affair. Emotional, texting only affair. Porn addict.
 
Drugs, every single day. Smokes cigarettes when stressed out. Overeats when stressed.
 
Laziness. Won't pay people back when you owe them. Makes people feel bad for you all the time, like you don't have any money. Ever.
 
Knows all the Bible and always has an answer but shows zero love to the lost and dying world around you because you're too caught up in your life and your problems.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Are you any of these? Maybe not. But I have a feeling there is a good... No. A great chance that over half the people who will read this can find themselves in one of the sentences above.
 
You may be thinking... okay Hannah. Way to make me FEEL condemnation.
 
 
Well, I am going to leave you with a thought.
 
 
 
What if God sent his Son to die only for the people who had never drank, never made out with anyone other then their spouse, never cussed, never lied, never was jealous.
 
 
Well, my, my.
 
 
We cheapen and lessen what He did on the Cross of Calvary when He shed His innocent blood when we believe Satan's LIE, that we will never be good enough to be saved. Never be clean enough. Never be holy enough. Never be a strong enough prayer warrior. Satan is good at one thing. Lying. He led me to believe for the longest time that I wasn't ever going to be a powerful Christian because of anything I said or did before or after I was a Christian. He told me I will never be good enough for God. He tries to still do that to me in my relationships with others. I often find myself trying to win a friend over, when in reality, if they truly love me... they will love every part of me. Not just the Hannah who can do for them and make them laugh. But the Hannah who needs uplifting occasionally and may be moody sometimes and not have a single interesting thing to say. (Usually the moodiness is due to hunger, FYI.)
 
 
 
 
My point though, that I'm wanting so badly to make... is this.
 
 
 
 
You weren't perfect before you were saved. You aren't perfect now. I wasn't perfect before I was saved. I'm not now either. Your Pastor, your best friend, the televangelist, the homeless lady laying on the sidewalk. They never were and never will be perfect.
 
 
I believe in holy living. But I also believe we won't know true holiness and perfection until we step over into Glory. I want sin out of my life... "Big" or "small." It's all the same in God's eyes. Sure, different sins have caused different judgments to fall on a person or people, but sin in itself, no matter when you did it, before or after Salvation happened for you, no matter the degree, separates us from God and puts you and I in desperate need of a Savior and His forgiving Hand on our dirty lives.
 
 
Read that line I underlined above a few times and let it sink in.
 
 
 
 
Condemnation is from Satan. Guilt is from Satan.
 
 
 
But as a Blood bought Child of God, WE HAVE THE AUTHORITY TO MAKE HIM FLEE through the powerful and mighty Name of Jesus Christ.
 
 
 
 
Rebuke Satan! Read Roman 8. It'll turn your whole day and if you let it, your whole life around.
 
 
 
Thank you so much for reading.
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Be a better wife...

 
 
 
 
Grant Daniel.
 
 
I am not nearly the wife I should be for him. Yes, I'm faithful in every way. I love him and would truly lay my life down for that guy. But, I have recently been really convicted about how I need to put him as the top priority in my life, even more then my children. Yep, even more then my helpless, innocent, can't take care of themselves, children. When God made Eve, He made her so Adam could have a help meet. Someone to help him. He told the man to leave his father and mother and to cleave unto his wife. Man and wife are to be one flesh. Not just spiritually and emotionally, but sexually too! Yep, you heard (or read) that right! We are one. That is pretty awesome to me! When I am sad, Grant is sad. When Grant is happy, I am happy. When he makes a decision, I help him make the right choice by praying for him. When he is hurt, I am hurt too.
 
 
 
 
When I see Grant, I see a lot more than a tall, handsome, green eyed hunk. I see the person I am intertwined with. We are not always able to be together every second of every day, but we pray for each other while we are apart. That is the best way we connect I believe. Once I had Ray, I realized life wasn't all about just me and Grant anymore. It included a little tiny 7 and a half pound strawberry blonde haired girl who needed a lot of my attention. Since I nursed her, I spent a bit of time with her. He helped me changed diapers, do laundry and run errands, but still, life was centered around a little girl named Raylea.
 
 
 
 
Fast forward three years later, I give birth to a little 6 pound and 14 ounce boy who decided to come a month early. Life became even more crazy. I thought it was hard leaving the house with one kid. Let's just say after I had Jack, I had a new respect for mom's with multiple children! Today Jack is nearly a year old and he loves to find tiny things around the house and put them in his mouth. Pennies, paper, glitter, decorative plants... you name it. It goes in his mouth! He loves to get the end of the toilet paper and roll it out about 10 feet. He loves to try to grab the silverware (including the knives!) out of the dishwasher as I'm hurriedly trying to unload it. That's just a few things a typical 11 month old does... within 2 minutes. Raylea is nearly four so she has went through a ton of stages. Drawing on walls. Finding the scissors and cutting things up. Eating nearly all the cookies as soon as I get them out of the oven while I'm out of the kitchen for THREE MINUTES. I can't believe that didn't make her sick. Walking up to her Aunt B's house when I had no idea she even our house. (We live on the same land, but still, that's a 100 yard walk for her.)
 
 
Life keeps me busy nowadays. I used to have time to sit and talk to my dog and brush her hair and put it in a ponytail with a bow in it... and now her hair is so long it's covering one eye and her nails are like three inches long. Ok. Not quite that long, but they are long. Don't freak out animal lovers... she is headed to the groomer in the morning.
 
 
 
I love my kids. I have a friend who can't get pregnant with her own and so I know on a pretty personal level from talking to her about the stress and issues that come along with that, that having your kids are truly a blessing. My point to you though, is that it can be hard to not let the kids become number one priority when they need help doing everything. Diaper change for one, helping the other one wipe. Nursing one, making a grilled cheese for the other. Carrying one on a hip, holding the other ones hand. One is crying, the other one is too. I truly stay busy as a stay at home mom. I can't clock out like the job I used to have. I watched a movie lately and a lady says on it that her dream was to get married and have kids. This is my dream too. I'm truly living it. I don't want to clock out, that's not my point. My point is that when you have kids, they take up a lot of time.
 
 
 
That isn't what this post is about though.
 
 
 
How do I make Grant my number one?
 
After Jesus, of course.
 
 
 
Well, for starters, the Lord has really spoken to me over the past year that no matter how tired I am. I need to spend quality time with my man when I can. So, the kids go to bed around 8:30 or 9.
 
 
Watch some Netflix, talk about our day, read the Bible, pray, turn out the lights??...
 
 
 
 
 No matter what we are doing, if we are doing it together and showing each other we love and care for each other, that's what matters. I have been praying for Grant for a long time. For wisdom, for guidance, for anointing, for peace, for boldness, for more of God. But what I'm going to start doing more, is praying for myself.
 
 
 
 
I want to be a more submissive, godly, trustworthy, and just a good help meet for Grant Daniel.
 
 
 
 
I want to be always please him in every way possible with a servant's heart and sweet spirited attitude.
 
 
I'm just being transparent, as he always says when he preaches.
 
 
 
I want to be a better wife!
 
 
 
There is nothing wrong with that. I'm pretty sure every wife reading this could be a better wife, if she was honest and didn't let pride get in the way.
 
 
My calling in life is to be a momma, yes. But my first calling was to be a wife! I sure want to make God happy with my fulfilling of my callings. I want to be all He has called me to be.
 
 
 
God has given each of us, whether you're a wife or husband, the power through Jesus Christ, and what He did on the Cross, to be overcomers of all and to stomp satan into the ground.
 
 
Make plans this week to surprise your spouse.
 
 
It doesn't have to be a romantic dinner and rose petals leading to your bedroom... (although I'm sure they wouldn't mind that!)
 
It can be a simple note thanking them for all they do. Grant writes me a note often and last week he wrote a little one and had it sitting on top of a new Realtree hoodie he bought me. It made my day.
 
 
It can be a cuddle on the couch.
 
 
It can be you placing your hand on theirs and praying for them.
 
 
It can be breakfast ready for them before they are out of bed.
 
 
It can be a facial. Which Grant also surprised  me with last month. (He's good.)
 
 
It can be a box of donuts. Okay, maybe that is just something that would mean a lot to me.
 
 
It can be giving the kids a bath while your spouse rest on the couch.
 
 
It can be a kiss on the forehead when they least expect it.
 
 
Just do something out of the ordinary.
 
 
I have my plans.
 
 
So make yours!
 
 
 
Have a GREAT week!