Tonight I am coming to you from a very broken place.
God is working in my life, friends. And it isn’t very pretty at the moment.
I’m being completely serious when I tell you that I’m in a spiritual battle with my stuff.
I’ve had a tight grip on material things and my hands haven’t been open. I’ve hoarded, shopped and stuffed my closets full until I came completely face to face with the reality of this sin in my life.
My stuff is holding me back.
My stuff is suffocating my entire family.
I have SOOO much more to say to you on this topic, but not for tonight.
Tonight, I’m kicking the devil out of my house.
Just like Elizabeth in the movie, War Room – this has been me tonight:
Devil – you are out. This house and our stuff is under new management.
Take your purses, blue jeans, bags and shoes. AND GET OUT!
I’m so sick of you taking my joy through excess.
How did I get to this place?
I counted blue jeans. 24 pair to be exact.
And then my heart sank. How did I let this happen for so long, Lord?
Then, I got mad.
And gathered every bag I could in 10 minutes and threw them on this couch.
At that point, I wanted to cry in disgust.
Until a friend sent me a text message at that very moment with the most encouraging words you can imagine.
You have been on my mind and I just want to tell you I love you and I’m praying for you and your calling. You are such a special friend to me and I have learned so much from you. You are an inspiration to me and I just thought you needed to know this tonight. Love you so much!
At that very moment, I felt the hand of God over me saying, “Yes, my child. THIS is what I’ve been waiting on.”
This #trashouttuesday story to-be continued…
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