It’s been almost two years to the date.

Two years ago, I had to exchange my spiritual debutante dress in for a shield and weapons of warfare.

 In the last two years I have had to learn that who you are in a moment can change in an instant in a second for that matter.

I began a whole new journey with this new me. A broken, wounded me, how do I fix this new me? Can’t I flip a switch and everything be fixed? 

What do I do with this hurt from people who mean the most; where do I put it?

Can’t I just shove it in and hide it away? Cover it up? Why does it hurt so so much? HURT hurts.

Church hurt has taught me I am done with the superficial performance of church on a Sunday morning because it doesn’t equip you for the war that is waging around us each day. 

American Christianity is starved of genuine significant worship- authentic worship. Do we really know what authentic worship is?

It has taught me to hunger for depth; feeding on the surface will not equip us for war.

Surface level Christianity will not sustain us in the battle no matter what the battle entails.

It has taught me that because I have been to war, I will never be the same. 

Someone who has been to war ministers different than someone who yet hasn’t had to battle. 

I will never again be able to see things the way I seen them before. 

I will always see the church a little differently. 

Instead of seeing people dressed in their Sunday best equipped with a smile I see people in need of the shield of faith and the weapons of warfare. 

I see people who are spiritually blind in their deadness.

I see people who need to be called out of darkness and into the light. 

I see people who need saving from the power of Satan and placed into the hands of God. 

We need to stop playing games and stop putting on an emotionally driven show because we don’t battle against flesh and blood.

May we be a people who stand with our shield over those around us who are too weak to muster up the strength to put theirs in the air. 

I’ve been there. I needed that person.

May we be a people who instead encourage dresses and suits on Sunday train and equip our people for battle. 

The battle is real.

The battle can’t be seen.

Because it can’t be seen we need to be people like Elisha and show those around us the chariots of fire surrounding us in the battle we are not alone.

We forget the battle isn’t against flesh and blood.

We MUST rise and STAND on our feet. 

We are NOT weak. 

We will be made STRONG in the strength of HIS might!

American Christianity falls short. 

Two years ago, I am thankful that girl in me was changed and my eyes were opened. 

I’m thankful for the war, I wouldn’t be who I am today without it. My faith became real. My faith had to grow some feet y’all.

I wouldn’t know my savior the way I know Him today without it. 

It’s okay to carry your still sensitive….. though healed…. wounds into the next call.

We MUST arise and GO!

It’s done in the strength of HIS might!

The honeymoon is over it’s time for war.

Armor up!

Jessica