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It's a new Tuesday...

Yesterday was quite a day for me. I spent the day just praying constantly as I read through the rest of The Normal Christian Life by Watchman Nee in between cleaning up piles of shrub and tree clippings laying around the yard from the weekend landscape jobs my husband did. I feel like I struck oil!!!

I also was faced with the pains of this life and the voices of hell that scream terror into our lives when someone we love commits suicide. I have a loved one who's closest friend in the world committed suicide a few years back and now he finds his self in a pit of the enemy's making being tempted himself to believe his life is not worth living. I myself have felt the tremors of hell in this. My dear friend committed suicide when I she and I were just 16. If you know what I'm talking about because this torture has injured your life somehow through someone you love or know I don't need to explain. If you don't know, words like torture, terror, screams of hell...are the only words I can conjure up to try to relate to you what loosing someone to suicide does to you. I'm fervently prayerful and at the same time encouraged in the Lord because I have just been reminded through my reading of Mr. Nee's book that the same might that raised Jesus from the dead resides in me! He lives in me! He hears my cries, He's letting me partake of HIS work in intercession and He's doing a delivering work for this one that I love who the enemy is seeking to kill, steal and destroy! Would you join me in praying for this loved one of mine, and for people who are terrorized by the suicide of someone they love?!

I think of the story of Lazarus. It's the story I believe the Spirit has brought to mind to show me that this is the very work He is doing in the life of this person I love and am concerned for. He is allowing things to seem like they are unrevivable...dead, so that He can prove His resurrection power and the realness of His life to this person I love and so that He can be glorified by the many who are seeking Him for this person's healing and weeping, feeling like it's hopeless. IT isn't hopeless! "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?...Did I not say to you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?...Father, I thank You that You have heard Me. And I know that You always hear Me, but because of the people who are standing by I said this, that they may believe that You sent Me." (John 11:25-26, 40b, 41b-42)

I'm trusting in the Resurrection and the Life to make today a new Tuesday for this person I love. A new Tuesday and a new life!

I hope to post later some of the oil I struck yesterday in finishing up Watchman Nee's book. Also, I've posted the Last Challenge over at Timothy Moms if you'd like to join.

Trusting in Jesus



  1. "....that the same might that raised Jesus from the dead resides in me!"

    AMEN. Powerful statement.

  2. I was so blessed, encouraged and amazed once again by Our God when I stumbled upon your blog via CWO.

    Today, my nephew who is 32 with a beautiful wife and family, is acting suicidal. Only 2 hours ago I got off my knees before the Father on his behalf.
    My nephew has become addicted to pain killers due to a car accident that broke his neck, but should have killed him.
    He has spiraled out of control and he doesn't know GOD. He is in a car driving or somewhere in a hotel in Maryland with his cell phone turned off.
    I thank GOD I found your blog at "such a time as this".

    I also struggle with blogging and answering posts and the time it may take away from other things - it is for this time my outreach, my ministry of encouragement to women who are walking or have walked in the same destructive path than HE saved me from.

    But, I can tell them MY GOD is more powerful than the deepest pits of sin and the strongest fetters of the enemy. HE is best when we have no answers or suggestion to help HIM out.
    We humbly bow before HIM and HIS will.
    You and I call HIM, Father! How amazing is grace!
    Blessings to you who has blessed me,

  3. what a powerful post...hugs and prayers for your friend who is still working through this.

  4. I am very happy to pray with you for this person... Good to see your blog having such an impact on your readers... a timely post.
    God continue to bless you,


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