critical

Critical. . . .

 

dictionary meaning. . .

crit·i·cal (krt-kl)

adj.

5.

a. Of or relating to a medical crisis: an illness at the critical stage.

b. Being or relating to a grave physical condition especially of a patient.

6. Indispensable; essential: a critical element of the plan; a second income that is critical to the family's well-being.

7. Being in or verging on a state of crisis or emergency:

 

 

this word showed up several times today. 

 

I quickly realized I was under attack. . . by the one who never wants me focusing on the praiseworthy, pure things of God, but the things this world has to offer . . .

doubt. . .

fear. . .

discouragement. . . .

 

How could this be?  Just minutes before. . .  I'm making bold declarations . . . expectant of the great.

 

And now the declining numbers are set before me and it's almost as if I forget who's in charge. . . my eyes get fixed on number 20 . . . fear sets in for the moment.  Worried about my leaving in a few days . . . .  over a thousand miles away from my family. . . . wondering how everything at home will play out in my absence.

 and just NOW as I type. . . heart's prompted. . . . I remember John 20. . .

The empty tomb. . . ALIVE!

Jesus appearing to his disciples. . . ²¹ Again Jesus said, “Peace be with you! As the Father has sent me, I am sending you.”

 

He is calling me to go . . . I must choose obedience.

I must tell Satan to get behind me . . . . AND

Thank God for calling me. . .

What a privilege!!

 

This was modeled earlier in the week by a dear one . . . who we call Bubba

God told him to put into practice. . . take action. . . call the warriors

Lay hands on this princess. . .

 

come together as a body and make declarations. . . 

RESTORATION 

 

 

So I will rise and SHOUT

OUR GOD'S ALIVE!

 

I have shelter underneath his crown.

God's peace is such an amazing thing. I'll gladly be the passenger on this ride called life. I don't like being the driver. . . figuring out which road to turn down, when to stop, when to go. . . . I pray I allow Jesus to drive more often. He takes me places I never knew of.  I'm so glad he doesn't just drop me off and yell, "I'll be back to get you later."  He comes along with me. . . offers a hand when I''m scared. . .  to carry me when I'm tired. . . .  wipe my tears when I'm sad. . . I'm never alone.  Thank you God for Jesus!