It is time you stand up to those Flying Ghost Monkey’s. What are you haunted with a Ghost of Fear, Shame, or Woundedness? It is time to pull a 180 on those bitches and have them shaking in their boots.
Tag: Fear
Dealing with a New Symptom
Sometimes I forget how I’m allowed to deal with a new symptom hitting my body. Sometimes I let something ‘sneak in’ and I baby it and coddle it.
Here’s my advice; spend at least as much time telling the symptom to go away as you do researching what it might be. And do the ‘telling’ before the ‘research’.
I feel like I’m fighting for my life here, because I’ve picked a fight with the devil. So all kinds of crap has been thrown my way; most I’ve identified early as an attack and dealt with it. But not all.
Backache three weeks ago: I didn’t remember tweaking my back, but I woke up one morning like I had been hit by a truck. I just took it easy for a few days and coddled it.
Backache yesterday: 20 minutes after I told my husband that my back didn’t hurt anymore and I could move my own chair, that same back pain came back with a vengeance. THIS time, I told it that it had no right, and I didn’t have time to deal with it. I sent it packing, and it was gone in 30 seconds.
Cough: I was doing a video and was about to ask for someone to pray for me, when I started to cough like I’ve never before. While it was throwing all these diseases and outcomes my way, I got mad and called it ‘down’. I immediately stopped coughing, but then I heard, ‘you can’t ask for healing for your lungs when you’ve caused the problems yourself.’
I go through some other recent examples, but the long and short of it is that you have authority, and you have the choice of what symptoms you ‘coddle’ and which you ‘send packing’.
In a different dialect, I would say, ‘do you have faith/belief in the symptom, or in the healing?’ Your faith/belief adds reality to an idea, either positive or negative. If you believe the symptom indicates you are sick, then the probability of that being true just went up. When you tell someone you are sick because of your symptom, then the probability of that being true just went up.
Be warned though; as soon as you have victory with one symptom, they will come at you with something else. In my case, when I had put the cough ‘down’, I immediately heard that it was selfish of me to ask for healing when I had done the damage to myself.
Or they will try to get you to agree to a lesser disease. Something like getting you to say, ‘I can deal with the flu, as long as I don’t have GI issues’. Bam; you got the flu.
God would never say, ‘you made your bed, now you gotta sleep in it’. He has lived through every hurt and pain and disappointment in your life, and saw every decision you made. He knows what happened, and why you did what you did.
If you had the ability to heal your kids, wouldn’t YOU? Do you think you love your kids more than God loves His?
Four Little Words that stop me in my tracks!
I have four little words that can stop me in my tracks at times!
‘What would people think?’ has made me pause, second guess and stop an embarrassing number of times.
I decided to ignore those four words on my visit home to take care of my mom.
I went to the pharmacy to get wound care supplies. I looked like a million bucks because I dress up to fly, and had just arrived from the airport. While in line to ask a question, I noticed in the security monitor that the ladies behind me were making fun of how I was dressed and had done my hair.
While I was in the middle of a good pity party, God told me to pay attention to the woman who was already at the counter for a moment.
God told me to step in and take action on her behalf. In this case, I was supposed to pay for some medicine after her card was declined. The Pharmacist finally agreed to take my card and allow me to pay for her medicine, but startled me when he told the lady what I had done. I don’t like the attention, and wasn’t ready for the lady to grab me. I didn’t know what to tell her about why I did it, but God told me to tell her that He was her provider. (This was remarkable because He’s never asked me to share that message before with anyone. ) Of course, it turns out that was exactly what she needed to hear, and had been praying about since her husband’s accident would mean not only expensive medication, but no paycheck for the foreseeable future.
It was exactly what she needed, and exactly what she needed to hear.
She was excited about getting home to tell her husband all that had happened, and their message from God.
She left, and I noticed that the ladies that were in line behind me had seen and heard what had happened, and their disposition about me had completely changed.
The Pharmacist then proceeded to make the ladies in line, who had been mean at first, wait while he escorted me around the entire store to make sure that I had everything that was needed. At the moment of purchase, he pulled out his personal card to pay for everything, and said, ‘please allow me to do this for you and for your mom because I’ve never seen anything like that. That was the kindest thing I’ve ever seen anyone do.’
Even after being delayed in line, those ladies still had smiles.
What an amazing, high impact event in a bunch of lives. That woman and her husband, the ladies behind me, the pharmacist. And me more than anyone perhaps, even though I was just a messenger.
I don’t always say yes when He asks.
When I’ve declined, it’s usually because of those four little words, ‘What would people think?’. In this situation, in which I was already embarrassed by what these ladies thought of me because of my dress and hairdo, I went forward anyway. And it changed me forever.
And just maybe, some women in Winter Park Florida learned not to judge a book by it’s MomHawk haircut, and to stop being ‘mean girls’ at 45 years old.
I have enough friends is what my demons told me…
So I have huge trust issues. It would seem that my demons play well with other peoples demons sometimes, and that 
gets messy and complicated. Who has the time to invite new people in our life… the vetting process is exhausting. I can’t afford the distraction, as I am just trying to keep myself and family above water. So I close myself off even more as my demons say…. good call you don’t want to chance it, that will most likely result in disappointment and heart break again.
gets messy and complicated. Who has the time to invite new people in our life… the vetting process is exhausting. I can’t afford the distraction, as I am just trying to keep myself and family above water. So I close myself off even more as my demons say…. good call you don’t want to chance it, that will most likely result in disappointment and heart break again. I believed them, they caught me at a vulnerable moment when I was hurting and feeling betrayed by people I trusted the most. I reacted in a panic to cut out almost everyone one from my life and my circle became smaller and smaller. It was easier to run away from even the slightest suggestion of the potential of pain, disappointment and rejection.
My demons filled my head with every word I just typed. My freaking flying ghost monkeys haunted my head with each and everyone of those thoughts. They covered all bases to isolate me as they added…. they are all better off without you, because you will just cause this,this, and this so now, I am also doing everyone a favor. So I react in fear and push people away to run and hide. When I got lonely and missed those now missing from my life, my demons graciously reminded me of old hurts, wounds and pain that you can almost feel all over again just by thinking about them… so you don’t and find yourself in protect and survive mode. My own thoughts would introduce fear and beat me down until I was in agreement….yeah that is a terrible idea….and you would just screw it up, so better not to even try…lonely isn’t that bad. Bam! onto the next shiny thing to steal from me.
You see the thing about all that is that it is total bull shit!
I don’t have trust issues, that is so over dramatized, my demons lie. I would say I am cautious. I want to give everyone a chance, just like I want them so desperately to give me one.
See something was exposed… I thought… what does a people person do when you are tricked into believing you are scared of people. You pull a 180 on the lies and do something differently. I made it a mission to make up for everything stolen from me and I set out to meet as many new people I could and that is when I started to see my truth, not filtered through a bunch of lies of fear whispered in my head. It changed me for the better and I can’t imagine never having the people that are new and in my life that because I was willing to take a risk they each play a role in loving me back to truth. I encourage you if you believe you are good and have enough friends you maybe being lied to. The greatest things about this life is the people I get to share it with.
So just an example of a lie I believed that maybe you can relate to…. I believed I had enough friends and I needed my inner cirlcle close and closed. I am overwhelmed at the people I get to call my friends not distractions. I can’t even imagine all the laughs, memories and all the great stories I would never had experienced. This changed me a ton when I exposed these lies. Go make a new friend, if that is too scary then go out and be friendly… talk to people. I talk to everybody… my kids tell me.
People are so lonely out there and you never know what might happen. Maybe you are one of those that already know all this and rock it…then I encourage you to think about the other areas of your life these little bastards steal from you as they whisper in your head.
Another one of the biggest lies I believed was that I was never meant to be anyone’s mother and I believed I was like a nanny and maid who hated her job….Lies, lies, lies, every word, Oh my freaking God… that is another story. I have tons of stories of how I caught my thoughts and my belief system kinda screwing me over.
Thanks for your time, the most precious thing you have.
Later Sweets
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My Demons call me names!
My demons they call names like fat, lazy, stupid, worthless, dirty and what is wrong with you? Each of those words came in the voice of someone in my life I knew, love and trusted. It is hard to hear the question over and over by someone you love… What is wrong with you… So my demons use that against me…Well remember when such and such said you were…blah blah blah my demons love to remind me of the pain that fuels them. The truth is those voices that came out of those people were just the ghosts that haunted their head and if they could take it back they would. Sometimes we forget the power our demons words have disguised in our on voice!
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Standing up to the fear of what everyone else thinks!
I lived for years making life choices, big and small, based primarily on what other people would think of me rather than what I wanted to do. I decided that I’d pull a 180 and do something different in several areas . . . Here’s one of my favorites.
My 10-year-old daughter has wanted to be a red-head for as long as I can remember. She started asking before she was 5 years old. She continued to ask a couple of times each year. Last year she came to me a few weeks before her birthday and said, ‘I know I can’t ask for anything that would take up too much space in the RV, so I was hoping for my 10th birthday you and Daddy would let me have red hair.’ So I told her I would talk it over with her Dad. She reminds me again a few weeks before her birthday. It’s really important to her.
A few days later while in the waiting room at my doctors I picked up a magazine and started reading this interview with Christina Hendricks (that gorgeous gal on Mad Men known for her beautiful red locks.)
When asked about her hair she said it was not her natural color and went into a story about reading “Anne of Green Gables” and wanting to be a red-head since she was 10 years old. Becoming a red-head changed her: she was happy. I couldn’t believe I had just read that story because that was exactly what I needed to hear. I knew we were suppose to let our daughter do this and I am happy to say she has blossomed as a red-head, and come out of her shell so much. She is just happier in all her red-headed glory. I cared more for her than what other people thought of me letter her get her hair colored.
Actually, she came to us and said, “For my birthday, can I get my hair colored and start saying ‘flipping’?” She reminded us that when she had used the expletive ‘flipping’ a year earlier, we told her that she couldn’t use that word because it sounded like THE word. She wanted us to reconsider it, because when she said, “flipping’, she thought of people doing flips, and it made her happy. I actually thought it wasn’t a huge deal, but again I was worried about what other people would think of ME for letting her use a word that sounded like THAT word.
I’m happy to report that clarity of purpose came just in time. We had the courage to prioritize our daughter ahead of what we thought other people might think of us. And our Red Headed daughter had a FLIPPING awesome 10th birthday.
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