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Generational Curses

I recently had a conversation with my mom about generational curses.  We were discussing the various curses that not only our family, but others, face.  If you're not sure what I'm talking about here are some examples.

Abuse in all forms.

The list goes on.  Basically a generational curse is a behavior, thought process or perhaps an action that is repeated through out a family for multiple generations.  Simple enough.

It is a spiritual battle.  One that is fought on our knees in prayer, as well, on our feet in a strong stance against the schemes of the enemy.

Over the past years, I have stood beside God in battle over my life and my sons.  Mom and I were discussing the steps I have taken to ensure that the legacy I leave my boys is one of God-fearing love and strength.

During our discussion I thought back about how, with God's word, common sense and a no nonsense approach to life that there were cu…
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I have a friend that has recently gone through a divorce.  It is sad.  On all accounts. It's sad for him, her, the kids, extended family and friends.  I've watched her journey on Facebook because, well, that is where most of us share things now and to be honest, life is very busy.

She has been on my heart lately.  I, too, went through a divorce 7 years ago.  It truly is like a living death.  Just like death there are many stages of grieving.  Just like the grief of someone passing, you do have to go through all of it.   You can't skip steps.  You can't will steps away.  You can't ignore the steps.  You just have to go through them.

It's not that easy though, is it?  It's not enough to know the steps, recognize the steps or even force yourself to go through them quickly.

Each one deserves your attention.  Your time.  Grieving helps you grow.  To move forward and to heal.

It's really not easy without God and beling honest with yourself.

One thing I want t…

Take the thoughts captive

2 Corinthians 10:5 NIV

"We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ." 

It's always when I am at my weakest.  It's always when I can't muster up a smile on my face.  It's always when I have no motivation.

What is it, you ask.

It's the enemy.  He comes  in the name of self-reflection, pointing out where I have failed.  Where I am failing and how I may fail in the future.  He whispers past mistakes and roads not taken.  He reminds me of the roads I actually did walk down that lead me all away around the promise land.  Much like the Israelites.   He points out the difference between me and other moms, women and Christians.

Before I know it I am defending myself.  Sayings things like, "Well, I've always been a bit legalistic" or "I'm proud of the relationship I have with my children.". Even better, "I did the best …

good times

Lately life has been too good.  I mean really, really good.  Scary good.  The kind of good that makes you almost check behind doors and every noise you think to yourself, "This may be the shoe dropping."  But it isn't.

The last seven or so years have been a time of grief, worry, anxiety, loss, gain, laughter, strength, weakness and all other sorts of feelings.  It's been extremely hard and yet extremely easily.  I have learned so much about myself and my God.  I realized that I am stronger in my faith and that my God is mightier than any situation or person I have faced.

Now I am in a season of strength and renewal.  There is complete peace in Christ.  I know that I know His word is a lamp unto my feet and light unto my path.  I know that I know I am joint heir in Christ. I know He loves my sons more than I ever could, He is the perfect parent and I am humbled He chose me to be their mom.

I have seen God move in ways that I can only look back at and say "that…

I'm asking myself ...

Lately I have been challenged with the thoughts of my future.  Where do I see my self in a few months, maybe a year?  What about five years or a decade? 

Truthfully, I don't know. 

It's easy to say that I'll still be in my career or living in my area.  Is that true though?  Can I honestly say that I know?  Does that even really matter? Location, career, age ... are those the things I want to truly focus on?  

Seriously, does it matter if I still live in this townhouse?  Will the world be a better place because I've focused majority of my energy on job?  No, it doesn't. Nor should I. 
Some things are a means to an end.  I'm thankful I have a job, a career, that allows me to comfortably put a roof over me and my family's head.  I'm thankful that we have lived here for almost seven years.  Settled. Secure.  

My question to myself is really ... where will you be mentally, emotionally and spiritually? Will I be stagnate? Or will I have grown a little, a lot? 



It's that time of year when I sit back and do some reflecting.  Who am I kidding?  This occurs about every three to four months.  However there is something different in the Fall.  It's like the beginning of my calendar year.  Fall has always been my season.  Fall is peaceful, hopeful.  I understand it's when Earth starts to slumber and things die off.  But for some reason it just speaks of new life to me.  

I've been thinking lately about my life.  This summer was so quiet, relaxing and peaceful.  No real drama. There were no sleepless nights, no pressing issues that had me ringing my hands with worry.  Sure, we had things that took up our prayer time but the actual worry ... that was gone.  

Each obstacle was faced with an assurance that God was in control, not me.  Each question was answered with whether or not I had any control.  If I did then I would do what was needed.  If not, then I would let it go.  

Something started to happen.  God moved in such mighty ways in …