Passion is a gritty kind of love, tough and

optimistic enthusiasm that overcomes negativity and inconvenience to make it

through to the end. (10,000 Reasons Overflow)

Sunday, November 22, 2009


When your car rattles it's bad.
When a little baby shakes a rattle, it can be annoying.
Rattlesnakes are poisonous
When your windows rattle heat escapes in the winter.

All these are not good.

Yesterday, I am quite sure that I made the gates of hell rattle. Now, in a lot of ways, it means that I am doing the right thing. But I will tell you the truth, that scares me, because that means that he's coming after me.

Yesterday, there was some great God things going on. I'll tell you that I think that when women get together for a common goal, and in this case, Christ, it's going to be crazy-good. There was a lot that went on that caused hurt, and thankfully through Christ there was great healing.

You could say fortunatly or unfortunatly, that means satan is going to be pissed. What was meant for good, he perverted, but unfortunatly for him, GOD REIGNS, and it was turned to good, I believe that much healing will come from it, for me and a lot of others!

To say that I'm not afraid would be a lie, sometimes my flesh's fears can get to me, but this I'm saying, my God has never left me, even if I deserved it. He's never forsaken me, even when He could have (He's God, He can do whatever He wants), and through this, if I get too tired He'll carry me, if I am under attack, He will protect me.

The gates of hell may be rattling, but no matter what, GOD REIGNS!

Psalm 58 (Message)
1-2 Is this any way to run a country? Is there an honest politician in the house?
Behind the scenes you brew cauldrons of evil,
behind closed doors you make deals with demons.

3-5 The wicked crawl from the wrong side of the cradle;
their first words out of the womb are lies.
Poison, lethal rattlesnake poison,
drips from their forked tongues—
Deaf to threats, deaf to charm,
decades of wax built up in their ears.

6-9 God, smash their teeth to bits,
leave them toothless tigers.
Let their lives be buckets of water spilled,
all that's left, a damp stain in the sand.
Let them be trampled grass
worn smooth by the traffic.
Let them dissolve into snail slime,
be a miscarried fetus that never sees sunlight.
Before what they cook up is half-done, God,
throw it out with the garbage!

10-11 The righteous will call up their friends
when they see the wicked get their reward,
Serve up their blood in goblets
as they toast one another,
Everyone cheering, "It's worth it to play by the rules!
God's handing out trophies and tending the earth!"

1 comment:

Jada's Gigi said...

He reigns!