God Can Use Empty Cups: Part 1
May 11, 2016
This summer marks eight years that I came back to the Lord after being a prodigal daughter for many years, believing in God, but living as if He didn’t exist.
In the course of those eight years, I have grown so much in my spiritual walk that it’s sometimes hard to remember myself before that divine encounter with God on 4th of July weekend in 2008.
As time has gone by, I’ve learned to recognize the ebb and flow of what a journey with the Lord looks like. In the natural, God created Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall and I believe, if we pay attention to what God is doing in and around us closely enough, we will be able to discover what spiritual season we may be in.
In fact, I believe it is important to be attentive to what our current season in life is because I think God has specific directions depending on the demands that particular season brings or what is ahead for us when it’s time for transition.
I also believe we need to get honest with ourselves, honest with God, and honest with each other when things aren’t going so great.Not every season in life is going to be refreshing April showers, May flowers, or Harvest Time! Click To Tweet
For instance, what do you do when you you find yourself spiritually dry or weak? In a barren, winter season?
Admitting weakness has never been my strong-suit, but it always seems to be a lesson God brings me back to time and time again.
One of these days, I’m hoping to pass that test so I never have to take it again, but I don’t think I will as long as I’m in this earth-suit!
I believe that’s one of the main reason Paul tells us that he chooses to “die daily” (1 Corinthians 15:31) and to take off our “old self” and put on the “new self.”
assuming that you have heard about him [Jesus] and were taught in him, as the truth is in Jesus, to put off your old self,[f] which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful desires, and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness (Ephesians 4:21b-24, ESV).
I believe while we are here on this earth, we must choose to do that every single day.
…sometimes our flesh gets in the way and our spirit man wrestles with those old stinkin’ desires!
And sometimes that wrestling match turns into an all-out brawl and fight to the death!
Days can quickly turn into weeks. Weeks can quickly turn into months. And months can quite possibly turn into years, if we tap out let our own flesh be declared champion over us.
I must have been in denial this time around because I’ve hard-core wrestled with my flesh since my son was born, which was 19 months ago today to be exact.
Learning the ropes as a new mom who battled postpartum depression and anxiety for almost a year and who also very quickly became a stand-in mom to another little boy over this last year, I can say that I have thrown some good punches as I have tried to figure out how to walk with the Lord in motherhood. I have felt God’s grace carry me through this season more than ever before, but today, I’m choosing to be honest.
I’m dry. I’m feeling a little like I’ve been running on empty for awhile. I really hate that I am, but I am.
I’ve allowed loneliness in the midst of chaos and stress to quiet my voice to my Father. Not to say that I wasn’t able to hear His voice or sense His Presence or that I haven’t made great strides in my faith or put forth any effort into nurturing my relationship with the Lord, it seemed that every time I took a few steps forward, something would come along and knock the wind out of my sails and I was right back at square one.
Time management has been very difficult for me: between mom duties, housewife duties, babysitting duties, trying to pursue a potential career as a writer/author/blogger, and then discovering a new fiery passion for health & wellness- too. many. articles. Can’t. stop. researching.
Not to mention, the fact that we sold our house that we hadn’t owned for even two years, moved into an apartment closer to our church home, then left said church home, tried to find our new church home, lost countless friendships, our second car crapped out on us completely, and now trying to form new friendships all while my hubs works 60 plus hours a week so we can get out of debt, I’m stuck at home with no car when I desperately long for conversation so I get sucked into making pseudo-friendships online, and have stress up to my eyeballs from playing referee with two active toddler boys, which had been affecting my health all along but I chose to ignore it and dive into working out and losing weight instead (I’m on the uphill, but there are still some chronic symptoms regarding my oral health and sleeping patterns that are lingering around).
And then my grandpa passes away.
And then I can’t fall asleep the night before the funeral because God tells me that He wants me to share my faith and the truth of the gospel with my (mostly all Catholic and/or unsaved) family. The ENTIRE family. Plus distant friends and family who I have never met before in my life.
What? God, I haven’t read my Bible in weeks. I’ve pressed the “Catch Me Up” button on my “Digging Deeper Daily” one year Bible plan so many times, I’m about 7 months behind on where my original end date was. My prayer life consists of “Help me, Jesus” and just praying I can stay awake. And YOU want to use ME? To be your vessel? Right now?
You can’t pour from an empty cup.
Or can you?
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March 28, 2016
“Hi, my name is Emily, and I am a recovering perfectionist.”
It took me many years to finally admit that. If there was a goal or task to accomplish, I would throw all of myself into successfully completing it. I still have great work ethic, but the problem was the fact that I was too concerned with what people thought of me. Accomplishment and drive became the meaning behind every breath I took; I found my identity in my performance and productivity. I wanted to impress everyone, including God. Because of all of that pressure, I was a huge ball of stress and anxiety constantly.
Then I became a (stay-at-home) mom.
If I wasn’t drained before, this took exhaustion to a whole new level!
I have to admit, I tried to keep my balancing act going right out of the gate, but it did not take very long for all of my plates to shatter on the floor. It became very obvious that I could not do it all. I felt so utterly weak. I needed help and thankfully, I knew Who to ask.
In 2 Corinthians 12, Paul hears an encouraging word from the Lord about His grace and power, and Paul responds in gladly boasting that he is weak:
And [The Lord] said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong (2 Corinthians 12:9-10, NKJV).
That idea was so foreign to this goal-oriented momma, but I was ready to see Christ’s power and strength in my life. I began saying “no” to tasks and events that I didn’t have peace about being involved with. I needed to be careful of what I allowed on my plate and what I committed to outside of my home in this new season of my life. Even after a year and half, I am still living by those habits and guidelines.
I have learned to press into the Lord’s strength when I notice I am experiencing stress or anxiety. My go-to prayer is “Help me, Jesus!” and I am not afraid to boast that I am totally weak and need God’s strength. I know that cry is enough for God to move in my life and help me balance all of my responsibilities as a new mom. Like the good Father He is, He is so excited to step in when life gets too overwhelming. I have experienced great peace in my life that I know is because of God’s grace being displayed in abundance.Boasting in your weakness requires humility and we know God gives grace to the humble. Click To Tweet
“But [God] gives more grace. Therefore it says, ‘God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble’ (James 4:6, ESV)
I have learned to rest in Christ’s performance on the Cross, no longer feeling as if I have to perform to impress other people or God. His love for me is not based on how much I accomplish for Him or don’t accomplish. That goes for my “quiet-time” with Him too, which is not so quiet these days. I’m willing to admit I’m weak in that area of my life as well, and need His grace.My weakness does not mean that my love for Jesus is weak or false. Click To Tweet
Each day, I learn to lean on His strength instead of my own and He never disappoints me! His grace is enough!
What about you? Do you find yourself struggling with “perfectionist syndrome?”
If so, send me an email and we can encourage one another!
I also invite you to pray this prayer with me:
Father, I repent for trying to find my identity in my accomplishments and performance, thinking it all would make you love me more. You love me not because I am perfect, but because Your Son is. I am ready to boast in my weakness and frailty and trust Jesus’ empowering grace to give me strength in my daily life. Lord, I find strength in You alone and trust Your strengthen is perfected in my weakness! I believe I will see Your mighty power as You use this weak vessel for Your glory! In Jesus’ name, Amen.
The Blood Speaks
March 22, 2016
As we approach Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday, I wanted to focus on something God revealed to me about the Blood of Jesus out of the book of Hebrews, one of my favorite books of the Bible.
“But you have come to Mount Zion and to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, to an innumerable company of angels, to the general assembly and church of the firstborn who are registered in heaven, to God the Judge of all, to the spirits of just men made perfect, to Jesus the Mediator of the new covenant, and to the blood of sprinkling that speaks better things than that of Abel. See that you do not refuse Him who speaks” (Hebrews 12:22-25 NKJV).
I am reminded of this verse in Genesis:
“The LORD said, “What have you done? Listen! Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground.” (Genesis 4:10 NIV).
Then these lyrics popped into my head:
NOTHING BUT THE BLOOD
BY: MATT REDMAN
Your blood speaks a better word
Than all the empty claims I’ve heard upon this earth
Speaks righteousness for me
And stands in my defense
Jesus it’s Your blood
I’m just saying, something went off in me when I read that scripture in Hebrews. I have read that passage many times before, but verse 24 just gripped me and I couldn’t stop meditating on it.
Jesus’ Blood speaks!
His Blood speaks just as in Genesis 4 tells us that Abel’s blood was heard crying out to God from the ground after Cain murdered him.Jesus' Blood speaks on our behalf. It stands in our defense. Click To Tweet
The Father not only SEES us covered in the Blood of His Son, but He HEARS us in the blood of His Son. When we are covered in His Blood, God hears the voice of our “Mediator” (vs 24). Our prayers and our cries are filtered through Christ’s Blood. God responds because of the powerful sound that Jesus’ Blood makes.
When we are in Christ, the Father hears our every word and it is righteous to God because Jesus is our righteousness.
“Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me”(John 14:6 ESV).
When we enter through Christ, God sees us covered in Jesus’ Blood and hears us every time! He is faithful to answer our prayer. Let Christ speak for you and do not refuse Him who speaks!
How to Develop Wellness in Your Body, Soul, and Spirit- iBelieve.com Post
March 10, 2016
(Photo courtesy of ibelieve.com)
I gave birth to my son in October 2014. Within the first few weeks of mommy-hood, I began to experience behavior and emotions that did not seem normal, although my doctor said as long as I didnt want to harm myself or my baby, I was fine.
But I did not feel fine.
I was arguing with my husband constantly over the most insignificant things and I felt like I had no support, even though that couldn’t have been further from the truth because my husband is the most supportive and selfless man I know. I would belittle him and snap at him at the drop of a hat, which was very unlike me.
I had trouble nursing and had to pump around the clock, yet still wasn’t producing enough milk for my son. This made me feel even more like an absolute failure of a mother. When I couldn’t console my son if he was upset, rage would seem to well up inside of me, so I would slam doors and run into the bathroom to let out a scream.
This little bundle of joy barely slept or took naps during the day for me, so I was absolutely exhausted, living off of caffeine and sugar just to function. When he would actually fall asleep, all I could do was stare up at the ceiling, unable to shut my body down to get rest. I was suffering continuously with anxiety attacks to the point of hyperventilation because I didn’t like who I was becoming. I felt out of control and miserable.
I’m a Christian and I know that Jesus died so that I could walk in TOTAL freedom from all sin, sickness, and disease, I thought.
I would pray and pray and pray for God to heal me. I felt like this was a spiritual battle and I was totally losing. My spirit felt utterly depleted.
As the months went by, the anxiety and emotional outbursts seemed to fade, but then I started experiencing even more random physical symptoms such as oral thrush, ringing in my ears, heartburn, swelling in my throat, restless legs, and insomnia.
It was obvious that my body didn’t have what it needed to fight off these symptoms, and medication to just quiet the symptoms and not eliminate the root cause, for me, was a last resort. Out of curiosity and desperation, I began researching what was physically going on in my body. This was the unhealthiest I had ever felt in my whole life, so I knew that I needed to make some serious changes, especially regarding my eating habits and stress triggers. I believe in prayer, but sometimes there is more going on in the natural realm that we can have control over, with God’s wisdom and provision.
I realized that this battle going on inside of me and all around me could not be compartmentalized. This wasn’t just spiritual, emotional, mental, or physical. In other words, I wasn’t just spiritually, emotionally, mentally, or physically unhealthy; It was absolutely everything combined. Knowing that the Creator of the Universe created me body, soul, and spirit, I couldn’t just focus on the wellness and wholeness of one area. All of me needed healing, and I was ready to partner with the Lord to see restoration unfold.
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HAPPY 1 YEAR BOOK BIRTHDAY- Book Giveaway!
February 17, 2016
Today marks one year since my book, Yielded in His Hands:Becoming a Vessel for God’s Glory, was released!
Jeremiah Chapter 18 and Psalm 40 liken God to the Great Potter of our lives, molding us and shaping us according to His perfect plan. Emily Rose Massey shares her testimony of how the Lord delivered her out of the filth and bondage of sexual sin and into the glorious light of His saving grace. When she set her feet firmly on the foundation of Jesus Christ and allowed God to chisel away parts of her marred heart with His Spirit and Word, He was able to mold her into a beautiful vessel fit for His use.
But this only happened when she yielded her life absolutely to Jesus and truly made Him Lord of her life.
Using the steps a potter takes to complete a masterpiece made of clay as the structure of her testimony, the reader is afforded a glimpse into the life of the author, whose transparency and honesty provide a view of her journey from brokenness to beauty, through the strength and power of Jesus Christ.
I remember the first time I held Yielded in His Hands in my hands. It was the product of many hours of laboring with every ounce of vulnerability I had to offer, most definitely. I poured all of myself into each single page, truly holding nothing back, and bringing every dark thing to the Light. The Lord brought so much inner-healing to my soul during the writing process. I was reminded of how He was always there with me- His Presence woven throughout the entire story! I can’t help but worship Him when I read through it! He’s delivered me from such a deep pit and I will never stop praising Him or thanking Him for all that He has brought me from! I also will never stop testifying so that I can see others experience the same freedom that I have now found in Jesus Christ.
I’ve been forgiven of so much, and now I love much!
Over the last year, I have had the opportunity to tell my story through radio programs, TV programs, and speaking opportunities at Mercy Ministries (now Mercy Multiplied), a young women’s conference, and Diane’s House, a women’s ministry through Teen Challenge (I’ll actually be leading a Bible study there next week!).
All of this, while raising my son (who was only 4 months when the book released) and learning the ropes as a new (stay-at-home) mom!
Every pair of eyes who has read this book is so precious to me because I believe the Father will use my words of hope as a seed to see transformation happen in the life of every reader. That is my constant prayer for this offering that I have sown for God’s glory! I’m looking forward to what is ahead for this story as 2016 unfolds- no matter what, I will allow the Lord to use me as His vessel, giving Him all the Glory!
If you would like to enter to win a signed copy of Yielded in His Hands, just comment below, and I will select a winner at random by Friday, February 19th at noon (CT).
Heaven on Earth: Finding Family
January 25, 2016
I heard a quote the other day that really hit me strongly.
“The more heaven comes to earth, the more earth will look like family.” -Jonathan Helser
Oh, how I long to experience heaven in that way again, I thought!
Within that statement, I began to envision the Father’s heart behind His original design of creation, and then seeing His ultimate plan when Jesus came to reconcile man back to God through the Cross.
But I have to admit, any time I heard someone praying “on earth as it is on heaven” or heard songs proclaiming “let heaven come,” my mind immediately associated those words with miracles, signs, wonders, and encountering God’s tangible Presence like never before.
I have experienced those types of encounters both privately and corporately and, yes, they are quite heavenly to be sure!
But there was a point in time where even in a crowded room, among other believers, I still felt like something was missing.
Although I have experienced “family” with a body of believers before, it seemed to have disappeared; I believe the void in my life began forming a couple years ago.
I no longer felt the sense of being a part of the family of God.
I mean, of course, I KNOW I am a daughter in the Kingdom of God, and I know I am a member of the Body of Christ, but the family element of my weekly church gathering had seemed to vanish.
As I saw close friends of mine, one by one, leave our church home, my heart began to grow colder, but instead of dealing with the pain it caused to lose touch with them, I embraced my ministry assignments and kept moving forward in my calling.
But sadly, my personal time with the Lord began to suffer, and I began to view my involvement in ministry leadership as just another job. Because of my driven and goal-oriented personality, I didn’t question this jaded point of view.
Just keep moving ahead with the vision. Don’t look back for those who no longer want to support the vision.
Just keep attending those leadership/planning meetings.
Just keep going to those worship team rehearsals….even on those nights when they are 3 hours long…
Just keep preparing those messages for the youth meetings.
Just keep attending those prayer meetings.
Just get to church early to unlock the building, run through sound-check, wrestle the baby through the service, pray for this visitor, invite that girl to the next youth group outing, stay late for a meeting with Pastor, do the process all over again if there was an evening service/midweek service and then do it all over again next week and the week after that and the week after that…
Just typing through all of that makes me exhausted!
As I have shared in previous posts, by the direction of the Holy Spirit, Paul and I decided to step off of the hamster wheel of ministry at our church home and trusted the Lord would lead us where we belonged…hoping we would find our tribe, our community, our FAMILY.
A few weeks after we stopped running on the “hamster wheel,” we found ourselves in a safe place at a Baptist church, with sound teaching and surrounded by believers who truly love the Lord, but we both knew that our stay would most likely be temporary until we found our new “home.” We enjoyed four months there: Bible studies, Sunday school classes, Christmas concerts, choir rehearsals, and made some new friends. We are truly thankful for everyone who poured into us while we healed from our ministry wounds.
And then yesterday happened.
I’m still giddy from excitement and in awe of how quickly God can make things right in an instant of trusting Him to make all things new.The Lord can take our brokenness and bring wholeness in the blink of an eye! Click To Tweet
A few weeks ago, we kept running into an old friend of ours who also felt the pain of finding family, but recently found her tribe. Yesterday, we decided to take her recommendation, and got the whole family ready for church.
I was filled with such hope and anticipation, and within just a few hours, discovered my prayers of belonging had suddenly came to pass.
Just like I knew Paul was my husband after our first date, I knew this new church was our home after the first service!
Of course, everyone who greeted us as we walked in the door was so warm and inviting and we were both super impressed by the check-in process for their children’s ministry, making it as easy on the parents as possible…so helpful! And who could complain about a church in St. Louis that offers Kaldi’s coffee on tap! *Praise break*
Paul knew I was all in when the worship began. The song choices and the music style are, seriously, the sound of my heart, and since God has created me as a worshipper and songbird, it was hook, line, and sinker for me!
The message was the second one in a series called Renewal, which is totally a word the Lord has been speaking to me about my current season.
Stop mourning past seasons. I want to do something new in your life…trust Me.
I received confirmation on some passages I had been studying during the week, which is always something you are grateful for when coming together corporately to worship and study God’s word!
Then as we were leaving, we were able to connect with a young couple. We found out they only lived a few miles from us, so we exchanged numbers and I spent the next couple hours after we got home connecting with my new friend!
We are both stay-at-home moms too! Another answer to my prayers- finding someone who was in the same stage of life as us!
So within just a few hours, God turned ashes into beauty and is bringing “family” back into our lives again! We are so looking forward to our community group tomorrow night and then I have a girl date with my new friend on Friday- a night of worship with the women of the church!
Lord, You are speaking my love language!
I’m just so thankful and praising God for His faithfulness!
If you are battling discouragement or disappointment in your life right now, especially regarding relationships, I just encourage you to hang on, keep trusting the Lord! He is a friend who sticks closer than a brother and is faithful to the end! Soon and very soon you will find yourself surrounded by those who will love you for who you are and not what you can do for them. They will speak your language and make you feel right at home…
…just like heaven on earth.
To The Christian Party Girl- An Open Letter
November 23, 2015
Dear precious daughter of the King,
You were made for more than the party and bar scene.
When I was younger, no one bothered to tell me that.
I thought what I was doing was harmless. I figured drinking alcohol was just a part of growing up. It wasn’t like I intended on getting drunk…
…I knew that was frowned upon in Christian circles.
But one day, I found myself isolated from my youth group/church friends and around a completely different group of people. Many of my new friends did not profess Jesus at their Lord and Savior, and if they had, they didn’t speak of Him much, unless they were swearing with His name. It bothered me a little bit, but they were really great people and I enjoyed being around them.
Then all of a sudden, I found myself dating someone who frequently drank alcohol and smoked pot.
As long as he doesn’t do it around me, I’m fine, I thought to myself.
But there came a night where he and a close friend of mine wanted me to experience the college party scene. I agreed to tag along, but I WOULD NOT allow myself to drink.
I walked down that path once before when I was fifteen, and I ended up in the backseats with high school seniors and a not-so-flattering nickname.
I surrendered that lifestyle to the Lord, I was going to try to live pure.
But that was my problem: I thought that I could abstain from sin in my own strength. That, my friends, is a dangerous mindset.
I gave in.
That night, I had a drink, and another, and another, and another. I had to be carried out of the house. It wasn’t long until I was no longer a virgin.Alcohol and the opposite sex (and sometimes even the same sex) is a recipe for debauchery. Click To Tweet
I eventually realized that I could not live purely in my own efforts, so I gave up and made my home in the pit of sin. I lived there for the next three years in utter bondage to my sin.
Alcohol became a way for me to escape reality for a few hours and have fun. I didn’t have any stress or worries. I wasn’t introverted or shy like usual. I felt attractive and funny. Men gave me attention and even took me home with them sometimes. The regret always hit me like a ton of bricks the next morning, but like a dog returning to its vomit (Proverb 26:11), I foolishly entangled myself in the party scene time and time again. If I didn’t wake up in another man’s bed, I would often wonder how I got home…did I drive myself home last night?
Foolish. Absolutely foolish!A part from God's grace, the help of the Holy Spirit, and God's Word, you cannot walk in purity. Click To Tweet
It breaks my heart, beloved, to see you walk down this slippery path that only leads to destruction.
I speak from experience.
That lifestyle isn’t harmless. It costs you fellowship with your Heavenly Father.
Behold, the Lord’s hand is not so short
That it cannot save;
Nor is His ear so dull
That it cannot hear.
But your iniquities have made a separation between you and your God,
And your sins have hidden His [a]face from you so that He does not hear. (Isaiah 59:1-2 NASB)
It can also cost you your life if you are not careful.
If you find yourself embracing the party scene and flirting with drunkenness, repent, dear one, repent!
Repentance is not simply saying that you are sorry for your transgressions, it is completely turning away from that way of life and allowing the Lord to change your ways to look more like Christ. When you go back to the same sins time and time again, you have never allowed God to do a deep work in your heart. You are holding onto a lifestyle that you think brings you joy and true pleasure.
You cannot live with one foot in the world, which is sinking sand, and the other on the solid foundation of the Rock, Jesus Christ.
Are you ignoring the conviction that the Holy Spirit is bringing? If you can’t hear Him, you need to do some serious soul searching and find out why.
Devote some time in prayer and reading His Word and find out why you long for illegitimate pleasures of this world instead of His presence and fellowship.
Any time I see a young girl, such as yourself, caught up in the party scene, I am utterly sick to my stomach. If there was a way to jump through that Instagram pic that you just uploaded and take you home with me, I would do it in a heartbeat!
Instead, I lay awake in bed, while you are sipping on that dangerous cocktail, and pray that you would wake up from the slumber of lies that enemy has whispered in your ear that you can eat, drink, and be merry with no consequences. “Live it up…live the life,” he says!
I pray for your soul, that you would find pleasure and joy in God’s presence above all else.
You will show me the path of life;
In Your presence is fullness of joy;
At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore. (Psalm 16:11 NKJV)
You are so beautiful to God, my darling. You are His daughter and He longs for you to find that path of true life and walk on it.
Reflections from my TV Interview
June 26, 2015
I traveled to Nashville, TN Tuesday for my first TV interview sharing a little of my testimony and information about my book. I sat down with Monica Schmelter on the show ‘Bridges’ on Christian Television Network | WHTN to speak on the topic of sexual brokenness and how I found healing in Jesus.
In the interview, I shared about a time in my life after I prayed the sinner’s prayer, but failed to completely surrender my entire life to Jesus- living as if He was my Savior, but not my Lord.
I used a phrase that is found in my book to describe a season of six years of a tug-of-war with God for my heart. I said, “I lived with one foot in and one foot out of my old life and new life.”
Last night, while I was praying for an old friend of mine who has become entangled in the dangerous lifestyle of alcohol and promiscuity that I found myself in for many years, I realized that it is impossible to walk one foot in your old life and the other foot in your new life in Christ.
No one can serve two masters. For you will hate one and love the other; you will be devoted to one and despise the other… (Luke 16:13a)
Even though in the context of Luke 16:13, Jesus is talking about wealth, the principle is the same-
you can’t live for two different things.
You can’t walk two different paths.
You either choose the narrow road or you choose the broad path.
There are so many people professing Jesus as their God, but they serve someone or something else by ignoring the Lord’s commands and seeking after whatever they want.
They are deceived believers. I pray they wake up!
I was one of those people who said they were a born-again believer, but I lived as if God didn’t exist and followed my fleshly desires, the pride of life, and worldly activities.
The more I share my testimony, the more I realize that I am called to wake up the Body of Christ from their double living. I pray for more opportunities to share my story.
The episode of Bridges will air in the coming months, and I will let you guys know the details as soon as I do.