The Truth about Addiction

I am excited to do my very first feature on My Father’s Symphony. I hope that in the future I am able to do more as time goes on. My husband and I don’t get to read the Bible together every night because of his work schedule. But throughout the week we send each other verses and articles we find and then we either call and talk about them over the phone or we talk back and forth through email. While I was reading this I thought to myself “Who wrote this? These are powerful truths!” I had a feeling I knew but was not sure. So while we were outside painting the house a few nights ago I asked him who had written that article. “I did.” he said and I immediately asked him if I had his permission to share it! There are many truths in this writing and maybe one day I will elaborate on them more. But for now I hope this blesses you as it did me.

Truth about addiction:    

Addiction is not a drug, addiction is not the alcohol, addition is not sex, addiction is not to the internet, addiction is not to work, addiction is not a thrill seeker, addition is not anything the world has ever told you, but it is a spirit that we have allowed in our lives. You cannot take a pill and get rid of it, you cannot go to a therapist, there are not ten easy steps to get rid of this spirit. It will take different forms in your life. If you give up one thing then it will take the place of something else in a different form. The only way to get rid of this is to give it to Jesus, but sometimes it is so deep rooted in our lives that we will have to be anointed with oil, prayed over for many days and hours.  To be delivered from this evil spirit.

If you do not get set free of it, it will miss lead you, will cause you to believe that everyone that is trying to help you is out to get you. Addiction along with many spirits have been so deep rooted in many people’s lives, it will take almost death to separate them from this Demon.

Many spirits have masked themselves so well and people are so confused about what they believe, that they do not recognize the true spiritual warfare that is really going on in their lives.  The people I refer to are people that confess to be believers. They have to make a choice to allow God to be real and be their God.  Sickness is not the same as a disease, Disease is a demonic spirit that has attached itself to them, just like addiction.

May Jesus Christ truly set you FREE.

The Hate I keep

From the time I was a young girl and even today I have hated myself. That is common among abused children and it takes us a long time to heal from all the damage to get to a place of self love. But the way the world tells us to love ourselves never works. A career, freedom, fun, self expression and down time does not create love for ourselves.

I know, because I tried it all only to end up hating myself more. The first step to self love is facing your past and owning your truth. Then allowing God to show you where He wants to change you along the way. I serve a wonderful God that wants us to love Him but also wants us to love ourselves. And if I want to love my family well and fully it starts with me. Here I share my past struggles and my present truth. I am learning to face it all so that love for myself will one day be my reality. And if you feel the same too I am praying that very thing for you.

Psalms of my Heart

Who should I be?

Separated from the one who should’ve taught me

She haunts my dreams even today

A bond that never breaks

A face I wanted as my own

Because I never loved the one I owned

Who should I be?

Not the fists that beats me

Or the palms that choke me

I swore one day if I escaped

I would never live in hate

Still the hate showed up

It came without permission

But I kept it without suspicion

Who I am?

My joy or pain became my worth

Changing faster than seasons

Accompanied by fear

This all becomes my identity

And there is no free flying here

Have I come to a point of no return?

Is it inevitable that in the end I become unlovable?

How can I expect anyone to love me?

When the fact remains, that I hate me