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Esther's Petition

Wednesday 21 November 2012

“… take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God; praying always with all prayer and supplication in the  Spirit…” Ephesians 6:17-18

Last night just as I was getting comfortable in bed, I began to see something in my mind’s eye. It was as if I was looking at the inside of my eyelids, really.

Against a dark screen I saw letters of the alphabet, some big, some little, some looking upside down and backwards. All were moving outward in a continuous stream away from me.

I thought to myself, it almost looks like tongues – not a known language, just jumbles of letters going out.

And the Lord began to speak without my asking Him anything.

It is tongues, prayers of many types and for many people, many situations. And commands also. Solutions for those people and…

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What’s in a face?

Esther's Petition

I was reading 2 Chronicles 7:14 one day, “If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”

A phrase in the middle sort of “lit up” from the rest and stopped my reading. I thought I knew that verse by heart – after all, I often referred to it when asking the Lord to forgive our nation and send revival.

But that little phrase in the middle, how had I missed that? What did it mean exactly, “Seek my face?” I soon found several other verses containing that phrase:

  • “Seek the LORD and his strength, seek his face continually.”  (1 Chron. 16:11)
  • “When thou saidst, Seek ye my face; my heart said unto thee, Thy face, LORD, will I…

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Discovery, ongoing process of worship

Esther's Petition

GrandSpiralGalaxyNGC1232So much more vast than all of space, Father God, just the edge of your little fingernail could crush our whole universe and disintegrate us into dust.

Creator of multitudes of galaxies, you are fully aware each moment of each infinitesimal component as each spins in perfect balance, obeying your design for it.

Yet having set these multitudes into motion, you made yourself small enough, intimate enough, personal enough and individual enough that you can see your own work with our eyes!

You experience it, explore it, examine it and enjoy it through our eyes, hearts, minds and souls. And as we discover your works in the vastness of your creation, you lead us to discover You.

You, your person and your personality. Your heart and your care for us, who you dreamed of and fashioned on this earth, this tiny planet, the people you have chosen for a habitation.

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Offenses hinder prayer

Esther's Petition

Unresolved Offenses Hinder Prayer

“Great peace have they which love thy law: and nothing shall offend them.”
Psalm 119:165

“Harboring unforgiveness, resentment or bitterness is like swallowing poison and hoping the other guy dies.”

One night as I was praying for faithful people still struggling with health or family problems, I was wondering (asking the Lord), why haven’t they been healed yet, or had a positive breakthrough in their families?

I knew the usual reasons – weak or wobbly faith, unbelief, doubt, fear, and overt or covert sin being the primary ones. None of those seemed to apply here.

Were positive answers in the will of God? Yes, I am certain they are. Are the hindrances in me? In the needy person? Or both? So I kept on praying, meditating, and asking the Lord to show me the reasons.

“Offenses,” the Holy Spirit said.

The Greek word for offense is

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Another spirit of fear: heights

Fear of people had seemed to be a lifelong problem for me. (See link below). Fear of heights, not so much.

As a grammar school kid spending summers with my grandparents, trees were just one of those big toys God put in their yard for me to play with, in, on, atop, you get the picture.

Chinaberry trees were wonderful habitats for imaginative boys and girls. Hide and seek? Cops and robbers? Cowboys and Indians? Spies and secret agents?

Leafy branches, hard green Chinaberries for slingshot ammunition, tobacco twine and empty tin cans for telephones — what more did you need? Clamber up the nearest branch, climb like monkeys to higher branches, crouch behind the trunk, await your “enemy” and let ’em have it! Play, play, play, having lots of fun all summer long.

There were sawdust piles to climb, the ladder to the hay loft in the barn, the roof top over the horse (really granddaddy’s mule) stable, oodles of climbing opportunities. None of them brought on even the slightest hint of fear to me, for quite a few fun-filled summers.

There was a church camp in the North Carolina Mountains that my whole family attended one summer. A late morning activity for the older kids (probably age 10 or so) was climbing one of the smaller hills to the very top, a well-marked trail, lots of handholds, twists and turns along the way with a helpful adult guide to lead us up.

No sweat! No problem! The view from the top was spectacular, the hills and mountains really were blue! Who knew! It was so beautiful, I would have done it again and again.

But the next summer, disaster struck. My grandparents took me with them on a vacation road trip along the Blue Ridge Parkway. Remembering those lovely blue-shaded hills and mountains, the adventure seemed so inviting, I was thrilled they had asked me.

Then came our first stop, at a North Carolina overlook. Granddaddy pulled off the road onto a grassy area, pointing out the beautiful cliffs and valleys and peaks and trees and — no guard rails. “Look, see how pretty?” But I didn’t see pretty. What I saw was disaster. My head began spinning, my balance went off, and I felt compelled to run to the edge of the cliff and jump off.

Fear struck me like a shotgun blast. First I clung to the car door, then sunk onto the floorboards of the back seat, crouching with my knees to my chin, where I rode the rest of that trip. I shook, cried, and kept my eyes squeezed tightly shut. Mercifully my dumbfounded grandparents made the rest of the trip much shorter than planned.

Was that the beginning? No doubt. There was no more summer time tree-climbing fun for me. Even a step stool in the kitchen was too much, I was terrified to attempt getting something off a cabinet shelf. A full fledged panic attack would ensue, although no-one called it that in those days. I knew, I just knew, I would fall, break my neck and die.

As a teenager and young adult the fear was manageable, simply because I never climbed a kitchen step stool or anything else, for any reason. Making use of lower kitchen and bathroom shelves was reasonable; they were reachable. Upper shelves were either empty or used by others in my family. Never me. Front door and back door house steps or school staircases weren’t fun, but they had sturdy hand rails!

I got married in 1961, had two children, and one day in the 1970’s a huge WWII cargo plane flew into our local airport and the public was invited to come take a look inside. Of course, we had to go see it!

And of course, I discovered that to see inside the cockpit and cargo compartment, you had to ascend a very tall, tall ladder. I stared a long time at that plane, my excited kids raring to go. I got in line with them (and half of Florence, it seemed) and when it came our turn, I stepped up one rung — and froze.

Cold sweat. Pounding pulse. Shortness of breath. I just couldn’t do it.

I let my husband and the kids go ahead and I backed up. Way, way back, behind the crowd where I turned my back to the people, embarrassed for anyone to look at my face. Eventually my family found me, we went home and that was that.

Standing in my living room, my husband said mockingly, “How do you plan to get to heaven?” I couldn’t answer him. Tears running down my cheeks, I knew something had to give.

I had been a Christian for years. I’d re-dedicated my life to the Lord in 1972. I’d been delivered from one horrible fear that same year.  How could this be happening? I knew the scriptures (2 Timothy 1:7); I knew that believers just weren’t supposed to be afraid like this. And so that night I prayed. And prayed. I fell asleep praying.

When I awoke I really didn’t feel any different, but I took the Lord at his word and chose to believe that this tormenting, humiliating fear of heights was gone — just like the fear of their faces had gone, a year earlier.

A few days after that, a friend’s husband called — “Bette, I just got qualified on a larger plane, you want to come take a ride around Florence?” Bob, a member of the local CAP, was inviting several friends to take a short plane ride around town and wanted to include me. He knew nothing of my fear, didn’t know my spiritual teeth were gritted as I said, Sure, I’d love to. I was saying to God, we’re going to find out if prayer works or not!

I had no problem climbing into the plane, it was only ground level. Two friends climbed into rear seats, a dad and his little boy. Bob checked to be sure we were all buckled in tight, took the pilot’s seat and began the plane’s slow trek to the outer runway. The engine revved up, zoom down the runway we went and up, up into the air!

We weren’t far off the ground when my door popped open. I could see beautiful blue sky, but fear didn’t grip me! This is interesting, I thought – no fear! Bob just pushed the door further out, then slammed it shut good. We enjoyed ten or fifteen minutes touring around our town and the outskirts, Bob pointing out what we were looking at. Things look a lot different from overhead, we discovered. Nobody knew what I was thinking, thanking and praising the Lord — no nervous twinges, no nothing.

We were a bit sorry when it was time to come back to earth. Bob chatted with the control tower, got a few instructions and down to the runway we came. And bounced. The plane bounced up off the tarmac quite a few feet, and Bob headed the plane further up; we would have to circle the airport and try again.

My friend and his son in the back seat had become pretty quiet. Bob was talking with the control tower again and I was thinking, Wow, that was something. Wow! But no fear, no nervous twinges, I had only a bit of excitement at my own mental state — I had indeed been delivered of fear, once again!

The second try at landing was smooth and uneventful, we all thanked Bob profusely for the ride, the landing adventure, and especially we thanked the Lord for keeping us all safe!

Not long afterward my church asked me to chaperone a group of teenagers on a Carowinds trip. The excited, laughing teens wanted me to join them on all the tall rides and roller coasters — something I’d never, ever been able to do before. But I did it, over, and over that day. It was wonderful.

Since then, I’ve traveled in small private planes (locally), commuter planes (between Florence, Atlanta, Charlotte, etc.), larger passenger jets (to New York, Minneapolis, Boston), and international jets (to Iceland and Germany). There were quite a few adventures along the way on those trips, but fear wasn’t included.

Several years ago my brother Harold invited me to accompany him on a photography trip up the Blue Ridge Parkway, continuing onto the Shenandoah Parkway in Virginia.

For several days we traveled, stopped and took photographs, some from close to the edge of a drop-off. Here’s one I took.

There was no fear. No nervousness. No twinges! Just gratitude, praise and thanksgiving to my good, good God for his mercy and deliverance.

Are you fearful? Of speaking to people, of heights, anything else? Did you think you were just “born that way?” I truly doubt anyone is ever just born that way. But evil spirits are like fleas, or ticks. They find opportunities to attach themselves to people, even Christians, for purposes of harassment and prevention. Stealing your joy.

They prevent you from doing what Father God wants you to do, from participating in events He wants you to enjoy, stopping you from witnessing to his great power to deliver, helping get other people free. Don’t let the enemy get away with it!

If you would like me to pray with you, please just ask.

(See https://estherspetition.wordpress.com/2014/06/28/fear-of-their-faces-testimony-part-three/)

Is Gog Getting Ready?

Excellent article about current events. Many thanks to Pastor Curtis for these insights.

His Way

In my entire life, I’ve never seen the leaders of Russia, Iran, and Turkey pictured together in the same place at the same time!

But there they were: Russia’s President Putin, Iran’s secular leader President Raisi, and Turkey’s President Erdoğan, all at a meeting of menacing allies, earlier this week in Tehran, Iran.

Russian President Vladimir Putin, left, Iranian President Ebrahim Raisi, center, and Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan meet in Teheran July 19, 2022. (Sergei Savostyanov, Sputnik, Kremlin Pool Photo via AP)
Russian President Vladimir Putin, left, Iranian President Ebrahim Raisi, center, and Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan met in Tehran on July 19, 2022. (Sergei Savostyanov, Sputnik, Kremlin Pool Photo via AP)

Religiously, Putin has a nominal Russian Orthodox Christian background, while Raisi and Erdoğan are Islamic. Putin seems to want to restore Russia’s expansive empire of Peter the Great, while the two followers of Mohammed want to reestablish an Islamic Caliphate, like the 400-year Ottoman Empire. All three want access to the warm waters of the Mediterranean Sea and are antagonists of the modern nation of Israel…

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Offenses hinder prayer

Unresolved Offenses Hinder Prayer

“Great peace have they which love thy law: and nothing shall offend them.”
Psalm 119:165

“Harboring unforgiveness, resentment or bitterness is like swallowing poison and hoping the other guy dies.”

One night as I was praying for faithful people still struggling with health or family problems, I was wondering (asking the Lord), why haven’t they been healed yet, or had a positive breakthrough in their families?

I knew the usual reasons – weak or wobbly faith, unbelief, doubt, fear, and overt or covert sin being the primary ones. None of those seemed to apply here.

Were positive answers in the will of God? Yes, I am certain they are. Are the hindrances in me? In the needy person? Or both? So I kept on praying, meditating, and asking the Lord to show me the reasons.

“Offenses,” the Holy Spirit said.

The Greek word for offense is skandalon:

(1) A trap or snare. A hunter may use one, and we know an enemy who is hunting, seeking someone to devour. (1 Peter 5:8)
(2) Any impediment placed in the way and causing one to stumble or fall, (a stumbling block, occasion of stumbling) i.e. a rock which is a cause of stumbling.

Jesus called Peter an offense to him, because Peter’s ideas of what Messiah should be and do were so different from what Jesus was describing. (Matthew 16:21-23.)

The Lord began showing me a list of specific, hurtful, offensive things that had happened in the past, either to me, or by me, or in the life of the people I’ve been praying for. No matter whose life they had affected, our prayers were being hindered.

Some of these offenses had been dealt with in the past, supposedly, but “reminders” would pop up now and then and an old hurt would be felt again, memories still buried deep in the brain’s memory banks. The list included the following:

    • Unforgiveness on your part, no matter how horribly bad the other person’s acts or words were, no matter how strongly you feel that they don’t deserve forgiveness.
    • Unforgiveness from someone else towards you, whether you did anything wrong or not, not resolved by explanations or apologies.
    • Memories of personal attacks, bad actions or words spoken against you and perhaps to you in the past.
    • Resentment of other people’s bad behaviors or words to you, or about you to other people.
    • Bitterness about being mistreated unfairly, whether it was deliberate or not.
    • Being taken for granted; made to feel “put upon,” misused, given more responsibilities or burdens than others who should be helping but aren’t.
    • Selfish pride, ego.
    • Misunderstandings, no matter whose side it started on, never straightened out.
    • Being robbed or abused, physically, materially, emotionally or socially.
    • Jealousy, on your part or against you on someone else’s part, deserved or undeserved. This is different from godly envy.
    • Unresolved anger, sadness or grief at being misunderstood, mistreated, cheated, i.e. sinned against.
    • Suspicion – not spiritual discernment – of someone’s motives, finding fault with them without a real cause. Avoiding them because of this.
    • Not praying for your enemies, or for your “frenemies,” because you don’t feel you can do it in faith so why bother to do it at all.
    • Believing you can’t do it, whatever it is, because you’re not good enough, clean enough, anointed enough, educated enough, trusted enough, whatever, thus you don’t even attempt, because you just know you’d fail.
    • Not using the authority of the believer given to you by God; not exercising the power of the Holy Spirit as He directs.
    • Believing a lie from the enemy – this affliction must be God’s will.
    • Fear of being ridiculed or losing something important – a relationship, reputation, position, etc.
    • An important one – underestimating the limitless grace of God.

There may be others. One thing they all have in common: They are triggered by words. Negative words. Some are whispered words from the enemy, not your own voice but masquerading as yours. All that brought up an important question:

How do these offenses hinder our prayers?

“They are spiritual leeches,” the Lord said. And then he showed me what they do in the natural – leeches, and ticks, and fleas. Here’s what I learned:

Leeches, ticks and fleas:

    • As leeches bite, they inject anesthetic, so you don’t even know what they are doing to you. Then they begin sucking blood out of you, little by little (remember, life is in the blood, and with it strength, energy, faith, confidence, assurance, all spiritual abilities, including discernment of what the enemy is doing.) They also can inject diseases, viral and bacterial, diseases which can kill you if not detected and treated, such as HIV, Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever and others.
    • Ticks also inject saliva which exhibits cytolytic, vasodilator, anticoagulant, anti-inflammatory, and immunosuppressive activity. Many species can transmit diseases to animals and people, such as Lyme disease, ehrlichiosis, Rocky Mountain spotted fever and tularemia.
    • Fleas likewise inject saliva which contains anticoagulants to keep the blood flowing and an enzyme to keep blood from clotting at the wound site. Fleas also carry diseases that can be transmitted through bites, such as flea-borne spotted fever, plague, typhus, and cat scratch fever.

All that was eye-opening and disturbing, to say the least. They are draining our faith, confidence, assurance, peace of mind, leaving uneasiness, being unsettled mentally, emotionally or spiritually, and resulting in unanswered prayers. My next question was,

How can we deal with such offenses?

His reply was just one word: FORGIVENESS. He reminded me that forgiveness is not a feeling. It is a decision – and an excellent spiritual disinfectant and “pest control.”

Let’s get practical:

  1. Ask the Lord to reveal specific things, then deal with each one as they come to mind.
  2. Forgive others, forgive yourselves, ask forgiveness where needed if still possible, and if not extended or not possible, forgive them for NOT forgiving you.
  3. Refuse to harbor bitterness, resentment or grudges. Repentance is a good remedy for those. If a thought, image or feeling about a past offense arises again, (remember, Satan is the father is lies, deception, illusions, delusions), deliberately visualize yourself kicking that things right off a cliff to its demise.
  4. As often as you need to, deliberately do this again, reminding the enemy that it has been dealt with. Any remembrance of it that he brings up is another lie.
  5. Replace it with spiritual memories, God’s word, His promise of life, healing, health and wholeness to you. Personal answered prayers in the past, testimonies of others’ answered prayers.
  6. Use scriptural reminders regarding forgiveness; look verses up, write them down, read them to yourself and remind the Liar in Chief of them often. He loves to interfere with our prayers; don’t let him get away with it.
  7. And keep “short accounts,” that is, deal with anything offensive as it occurs; don’t put it off.

Offer Father God praise, worship, and thanksgiving, even when you don’t feel like it. He is worthy!

Praise confuses the enemy

Esther's Petition

I went to a fundraising concert to benefit the House of Hope ministry last night where several people and groups performed a variety of music.  The S&E Concert Choir were one of those, led by founder Ronnie Cain.  One of their songs was “Praise confuses the enemy,” and it was really great.  And so true!

It does things for the one praising, too, like lifting their spirits, alleviating depression, ushering in the presence and power of God, even “healing what ails you.”

Praise brought down the walls of Jericho, at that time a city stronghold of God’s enemies.  I don’t know what it did at first for the crowd marching around that city, probably muttering “This is nuts,” as they went.  But I am sure whatever they thought of the idea to begin with, when they saw those walls come down, surely their faith in God grew enormously! (Josh. 6)

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WAS IT ABOUT TOLERANCE? NO. IT WAS ABOUT FORGIVENESS — IN HONOR OF SHINZO ABE

Thought provoking. Inspired, I think. Thank you for sharing these remarks again, Tom. We do well to remember them, and take them to heart in these troubling days.

Citizen Tom

The USS Arizona (BB-39) sunk and burning during the attack on Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1941 (from here) The USS Arizona (BB-39) sunk and burning during the attack on Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1941 (from here)

I first ran this post in 2016, WAS IT ABOUT TOLERANCE? NO. IT WAS ABOUT FORGIVENESS. Unfortunately, Shinzo Abe, once the Prime Minister of Japan, is now dead. Therefore, various public figures are honoring him, Trump, Biden, Obama pay tribute to murdered ex-Japan PM Shinzo Abe. Since I think Abe’s own words speak far better of him than anything I could say, I think it best to repeat this post. So, here it is.

Today I heard a great speech when Shinzo Abe, the Prime Minister of Japan, spoke at the Arizona Memorial at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.  The Prime Minister’s words should strike a chord deep within the heart of every American. The Prime Minister’s words should recall to us the example set by those generations who fought World War II.

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The More Things Change…

July 4, 2022

The more things change the more they stay the same… NOT. Not this time. Remember that old Bon Jovi song?

Last night I asked the Lord a question I’ve asked many times in the last few years. “What’s going on, Lord?” I had hesitated to ask again, thinking of his previous answers to that question… dark, dark and more dark! Bad, confusing, chaotic troubles ahead for America, really for the entire world.

But at the same time there will be light, light and more light! Miracles, rescues, healings, deliverances, thousands of people coming to Christ as they see the hand of God at work. In other words, a global outpouring of the Holy Spirit is coming and in fact has already begun, in the midst of that global darkness.

And so I hesitated a few moments, then asked my question and waited. This time his answer was a bit different.

Changes, he said. Many, many changes are coming. Drastic, sudden and surprising changes! Some will be totally unexpected no matter how you look at things or how you’ve been praying; some shocking and very unpleasant. Some changes will be pleasant to some people while unpleasant to others. Very soon things will be vastly different from the way they are now, in this nation and in others. Political, economic and social spheres – physically and spiritually – will be greatly changed.

As I meditated on that, I realized one thing is for sure – God hasn’t relinquished his ownership of America. He is not happy with the status quo in America and his patience has grown super thin. He let the people have what they wanted for a time and they made a mess of it. It didn’t turn out like they’d planned, now they’re angry, unhappy, anxious and miserable. Once more they are desperate for change.

And so change is coming. The Lord didn’t say how soon, but we will see it. It won’t be hidden, won’t be merely local, regional or even national.

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Postscript: On June 28, 2022 at a morning prayer meeting I attend, the Lord gave me a mini-vision. I saw the great Mississippi River and the Missouri River, stretching from the Gulf to the Canadian border. Standing astride the waters of the Mississippi facing north was the Lord, with outstretched arms pointing east and west. He spoke to me and said, there IS no West coast or East coast, there is only ONE America, and it’s MINE, and I’m calling TIME.

God envisioned America, he planned it, designed it and created it, and He intends to fulfill his purpose and goal for it.