Two Languages

I am in the infant stages of learning about real heart communication and identification. I am beginning to learn some of the most elementary principles that seem so obvious and yet so unknown. After they dawn on me, (which probably means they are linked together between my left and right brain), I realize they were right there in the Bible all along and other people have been trying to convey them to me for a very long time. That makes me feel a little stupid. Maybe that's what the Bible is talking about in 1Cor. 3:18-20 Let no man deceive himself. If any man among you thinks that he is wise in this age, he must become foolish, so that he may become wise. For the wisdom of this world is foolishness before God. For it is written, "He is THE ONE WHO CATCHES THE WISE IN THEIR CRAFTINESS"; and again, "THE LORD KNOWS THE REASONINGS of the wise, THAT THEY ARE USELESS."

2Co 5:16 “From now on, therefore, we regard no one from a human point of view; even though we once knew Christ from a human point of view, we know him no longer in that way.” I think I may be starting to understand a little of what this might mean. It is highlighting the difference between two languages, the language that most humans typically use and the language of heart communication. Actually they are more like filters than separate languages. We always have filters in place when we think and talk. The problem is not just whether we have correct information but even more so how we interpret it and what part of our brain is allowed to interpret it.

Learning to live from my heart, even a renewed heart, is a real struggle for me right now. It is much easier to interpret others through the filters I have used all my life that were both trained into me by my family, church and culture and ones I have cultivated. But most all of these familiar filters, even though they sound very right, are easily defendable and can even be deeply entrenched in proof texts and quotations, these filters are actually based on formulations of the false gods that have deceived me all these years. These filters are based on the Sarc (or Sarx), which is the Greek word translated in the Bible as “flesh”. That is the natural part of us, human nature, what feels normal and sensible, common sense etc. Much of religion is based on Sarc thinking though that statement would be sure to raise intense controversy. Sarc thinking can be based on very true information and proved beyond a shadow of a doubt but still not be heart-oriented or sensitive.

Heart language requires having “the eyes of heaven”, perceiving not only others but also our own hearts with new appreciation and insight. It is a skill that everyone must have if they are to participate in heaven's kingdom but is so rare it is startling when we see it. In fact, we often mistake it for simple-mindedness, immature thinking or even naivety. It is most easily seen in small children but is soon trained out of them by abuse and lies. It is being able to honestly express the truth about our real emotions and motives, either good or bad. It is also the ability to discern the difference between what originates from an innocent heart and what purports to be from our heart but is actually gods masquerading as our identity. This is the part that is very new and very difficult for me to successfully navigate right now.

But as I consider the alternative - that is, to continue to misjudge and wound the hearts of those around me in my attempts to defend myself or maintain being right – I decide that this venture is more than worth the effort and dis-ease of being out of my comfort zone for a season. Viewing the immense damage I have already caused the hearts of my own wife and children over the past 30 years I believe it is time to accept a radical new direction in my thinking, believing and relating.

This is very unsettling and frightening for me and makes me feel very vulnerable, as I have expressed recently in my blogs. I have to accept the very real possibility that someone, or many ones, will choose to exploit my vulnerability and choose to hurt me deeply. That is the price I have to be willing to pay to unlock my real heart and actually begin to live real life again.

I remember when I was a teenager at LBA in Tennessee going out into the circle and lying down in the grass struggling with this very issue. I sensed that my ability to enjoy beauty and have deep relationships was fast eroding and being replaced by a feeling of callousness and walls of self protection. I no longer could genuinely revel in a beautiful sunset or experience many feelings like I used to do. Intrinsically I realized that my capacity for experiencing joy and connecting meaningfully with other people was the exact same capacity that I was willing to allow myself to be hurt and wounded without cutting myself off. At that time I made a conscious decision to be willing to accept that. I believed for many years that that decision still stood in my life. But over the past few years I have begun to realize that somehow that decision has been largely reversed, but so subtly that I didn't realize it was happening. I again became aware that many of my relationships, especially with close family, were feeling more and more at a distance even though externally they look respectable. But this time I am in the quicksand so deep that I could not get out by myself. I heart is struggling and gasping for it's last violent attempts to breath and I need emergency resuscitation.

I have been praying for months for something more than just another seminar or even a week-long counseling session, as good as those have been. I needed someone, preferably a couple, to literally move in with us and show us what it looks like while teaching and coaching us how to live and love and be real in everyday life. God was so wonderful, as He always is though I often don't perceive it, and sent that very thing into our lives. We are right now going through that very process with the most unusual couple I have ever met who have those exact qualifications. In fact, they have made it their life work to do just what I described, to live with people, provide their professional mediation skills and their wide variety of training along with their more important abilities to live from their hearts transparently in any situation. It is literally taking weeks for me to slowly unfreeze the thick walls encasing my own heart. I often feel very much like the frozen waterfalls in the recent movie Narnia, as they begin to crack and soften and leak, threatening to collapse into a torrent of revived life and free flowing emotions again.

I don't yet have an ending for this to write yet. That's because I'm still in the middle of the process and don't know what's next. I am simply trying to express and understand and share it as it happens.

Heart springs

'YOU SHALL LOVE THE LORD YOUR GOD WITH ALL YOUR HEART, AND WITH ALL YOUR SOUL, AND WITH ALL YOUR MIND.' This is the great and foremost commandment. The second is like it, 'YOU SHALL LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR AS YOURSELF.' Matt. 22:37-39

I find it quite interesting that each mention of this in the Bible always lists the heart first and the mind near the last. I think that is very significant. I also am beginning to see that loving your neighbor as yourself cuts two ways and has interesting implications. It also is much more of a heart issue than a mind problem. It is, in fact, a principle as much as a command.

If I don't love my own heart, respect it, value it and care for it I am incapable of effectively doing that for the people closest to me, my spouse and family. I am not referring to selfishness, I am referring to discovering my true identity that God implanted in me at conception and designed for me to be.

I am a human being, not a human doing. But long ago I lost sight of that and have viewed myself in essence on the basis of all my doing. Therefore I became an image manager and live in constant fear of what others might think about me. This also disables me from relating to the hearts of those around me especially in my family.

Pr 4:23 Watch over your heart with all diligence, For from it flow the springs of life.

I never really understood what this was saying until this morning, at least to a greater degree. My heart is really the “vital connection” to the Source of Life, God Himself. When I am not connected and aware of my heart I have choked off the channel through which I need to receive life. I also am unable to give life to other hearts. If my heart is buried under a mountain of religion, fear, shame, information, worries, distractions, addictions etc. – the spring is clogged up and I don't experience fruitfulness and joy and all the results of living water in a dry land.

Reproof and Identity

One of the big reasons it is so hard to accept reproof is that is feels like an attack on my value and identity. It seems that effective reproof would make a stark distinction between the sin that dwells in me, the false gods acting out through me, and the real heart in me that is easily wounded and never originated the offense in the first place. Separating behavior and identity in our understanding and perception of our self is a massive paradigm shift but is undermined when it is not used in reproof.

This is why it brings such hope when someone cares and affirms another person's true heart intentions while exposing the self-defeating, hurtful habits that hold them hostage. If this distinction was practiced much more, there would be much more hope around peoples hearts opening the way for love to enter and begin to work and grow. Making this distinction is an act of grace, not holding our sins against us but acknowledging it presence and control in our soul. This is the core essence of what Jesus was all about. I have heard about it as theory but am just now vaguely beginning to perceive it with both halves of my brain.

I want to know what this looks like. I want to practice it. I want to be able to receive it and have others treat me this way. The reason I get so defensive and resistant to any attempts to reveal my deep issues is that it is almost always perceived as an attack on who I am. That reinforces th shame that has been the trademark atmosphere of my soul environment all of my life and is the catalyst for discouragement and despair. Pride then comes forward to counteract and protect my heart from being hurt again and the cycle continues to spin.

If I am rebuked for pride and rebellion, my true heart motives, my real identity is attacked as being haughty, selfish and wicked. I hear my Dad repeating his mantra to me again, “For rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft, and stubbornness is as iniquity and idolatry. Because thou hast rejected the word of the LORD, he hath also rejected thee...” (1 Samuel 15:23 KJV) I remember the intensity and even how my body felt when receiving that strong message from him again and again. I didn't really know what witchcraft, iniquity and idolatry meant, but I knew they must be very bad so I must be a very bad person at my core. Another favorite memory verse often rehearsed to me was Jer. 17:9, “The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?” This was the primary definition of my heart I learned as I was growing up.

Now I realize that this is why I struggle inwardly to be able to believe what feels like anti-truth that I have been learning from various healing ministries we have been involved in over the past few years. The idea that my true heart has good desires and may even be created perfect in its motives, or at least designed that way seems blatantly anti-biblical, in spite of exhaustive proof-texting to the contrary to convince me of the truth of God's word. I'm sure that some will be equally stirred up with strong feelings against what I am saying for possibly very similar reasons. My left-brain mind has been more or less accepting of this “new theology?” for some time, but my control center and gut belief wiring (false gods) says it can't be so. For all the texts that promise cleansing, renewal, a new heart and identity seem to always have an “if” connected, which in my training and belief system always meant I had to repent enough to impress God that I was worthy enough to be forgiven and saved (until the next offense).

This underlying (with the emphasis on “lying”) theology, reinforced by life-long training and coaching by both family and church makes up much of who I perceive myself to be. And I believe until it is fully allowed to be exposed in the true Light and seen (by my heart, not just my mind) for the monster that it really is, it will continue to run as the default Operating System of my psyche. And as long as this is my OS, it's conclusions and assumptions will strongly influence how I treat other people as well as myself.

Right now I feel the confusion of two Operating Systems running in parallel inside me. No wonder I give people confusing signals and conflicting messages between my words and my mannerisms. It seems like Paul described the same problem in Romans 7.

As I think of it, my mentors in my childhood and early youth were working from the paradigm that people must be thoroughly convinced and convicted of desperate wickedness before they could learn anything about grace. I never did learn about grace. For years it was just a very confusing, baffling word that didn't logically fit anywhere in my understanding of religion. I was taught by implication and mentoring to skim very lightly over, and discount the weight of verses portraying God's wastefully extravagant plans to change us for His name's sake, and instead to dwell primarily and heavily on texts that seem to demand performance and proof of repentance before God could accept and then change us (with a lot of will-power on my part). No wonder many of my friends have abandoned the church trying to reconcile the reality of their true heart within and this theology without (without true grace).

My assigned identity with Saul as being a rebellious and stubborn boy had the effect of producing and strengthening those very traits in my life. The gods stepped in and began to perform, fulfilling my father's prophesies over me. I was receiving a cursing instead of a blessing, just as he had experienced. Indeed, rebellion really is like witchcraft; it casts a spell over you and when you receive it's predictions it assigns its own identity to your self-perception. This is reinforced by resulting actions and reactions toward the very people who assigned you the identity in the first place confirming in their minds their beliefs about you as being valid and “gospel” truth.

As all this faulty thinking and false training is floating to the surface this morning from the cesspool underneath, God pointed me to His word for me today. As I was looking for the above texts in a concordance this text also caught my attention as well. Unfortunately it is not underlined in RED in my parent's Bible like the previous ones are. “And ye shall know that I am the LORD, when I have wrought with you for my name's sake, not according to your wicked ways, nor according to your corrupt doings..., saith the Lord GOD.” (Ezekiel 20:44 KJV) He also reminded me that Saul's identity was produced by a long series choices that resulted in his rejection as king and a life of guilt and despair. It was a terrible curse to have that identity assigned to me and forced on me for the “crimes” of childhood mistakes and sins.

Though it was a commonly held belief by my Dad's culture that “negative motivation” techniques would result in positive changes, the negative messages were only received as delivered and the false gods moved into their new home happy to extend their destruction and madness to yet another generation. The sins of the fathers are indeed visiting the third and fourth generation of those who hate God. (Ex. 20:5) And why shouldn't we hate Him, if He is of the character we were led to believe.

Praise God for His grace that “where sin abounded, grace abounded much more.” (Romans 5:20 NKJV) I choose to receive the prophecy twice spoken directly to me by people of God in recent months. Though I don't yet know what it looks like or all the implications, I accept it as the Word of the Lord for my true destiny. Amazingly, it comes from the story of the same Saul that produced the previous identity curse that was prophesied over me so many years ago producing so much pain and dysfunction in my life these many years. This is the real desire of God's heart and His prophecy about me.

“And the spirit of the LORD will come powerfully on you, and you shall prophesy with them, and shall be turned into another man. And it will be when these signs have come to you, you will do for yourself what your hand finds; for God is with you.” (1 Samuel 10:6-7 MKJV)

“And the spirit of the Lord will come on you with power, and you will be acting like a prophet with them, and will be changed into another man. And when these signs come to you, see that you take the chance which is offered you; for God is with you.” (1 Samuel 10:6-7 BBE)

Yesterday I tore out the rotten floor out of my boat. It was covered by carpet that was not quite as rotten that masked the seriousness of the problem. The underlying plywood was more weak than cardboard in some ways. Much of it literally fell apart in my hands as I pulled it out in wet chunks. The fiberglass hull seems strong enough but I am not completely sure about the 2X4 ribs longwise. They are mostly covered with fiberglass in areas but still appear quite wet. I also have serious doubts about having enough room to install a gas tank under the planned new floor. At this point I am not quite sure what I should do.

Amazingly, my soul feels strikingly much the same condition as my boat on the very same day. The enormity and extent of the hidden rottenness is only beginning to be uncovered as the masking layers are carefully peeled away. My carpet, designed for comfort and acceptable appearance, looks in much better shape than the infrastructure of false gods and images beneath though it too has some noticeable holes in it.

Last night it was revealed to us that not only much of my childhood was filled with shame messages but many of the events surrounding the beginning of my marriage were immersed in shame as well. The very night we got engaged we suffered a blasting shame message from my step-mom supported by my dad. We were accused of all manner of immoral motives and humiliating innuendos just because I had my arm around my girlfriend's shoulder during evening worship in my parent's house. After worship was closed I borrowed their car and we escaped into the night overseen by a full moon and a little while later I proposed. I was trying to escape the shame of my childhood and youth only to have it strongly injected into the very foundation mix of this relationship.

How much that has affected us and hindered us from forming close bonds of love and respect, I don't know if I will ever know the extent. But I am sure it is much greater than I ever realized. The floor is being exposed and the rottenness is falling apart before my eyes. I too need a new floor, both in my own identity and in my marriage. How is that going to come about? I don't have much idea right now much more than I know how to fix my boat sitting in the driveway. I value my boat. I don't want to scrap it. I don't see the way clear to buy a replacement and it is a valuable asset in helping create fun opportunities for strengthening bonds with family and friends. I simply don't have the wisdom, skill and resources needed for the problem in front of me.

Likewise, my life and my marriage need far more extensive remediation and infrastructure replacement than I could ever see before. And this too is far beyond my ability, wisdom and resources. I'm sure glad this God-size problem belongs to Someone God's size instead of me. “Who will deliver me.... I thank God.”

The pervasiveness of my pride, the extent and control of the many false gods inside, the paradigm of “image manager” and all that that implies is just beginning to be seen in the dim light of dawn. I don't know if I really know how to walk in the light or not, much less run or mount up as an eagle. But it sure would be a thrill to experience that on a regular basis.

Another baffling and elusive part of me is, what does the real Floyd look like, the one that God originally created and encoded into my genes. I've heard that the real design is unique and extremely valuable and even confident. He has very special and powerful characteristics that, energized by a vital connection with his Creator would bring untold blessing and joy to everyone touched by his life.

I want to discover him. He has been stuffed, stifled and gagged for most of his life. His identity was replaced early on in life by definitions and cheap copies purporting to be his real identity. “The gods must be crazy” is more than just a funny movie, it is a reality. The gods have been managing my identity and my relationships for most of my life and I was clueless. I had no way of knowing that it wasn't me making all those assumptions about myself, it was sin dwelling in me asserting that it was the real me.

Flushing this all out into the light and trying to condense what I am experiencing into words is a very unsettling experience at the least. My gods are getting more agitated by the day as their secure position is fast eroding. My accustomed job of controlling what everyone thinks about me is under threat as well and fear of unemployment in this arena is somewhat disconcerting. I feel very unstable, unpredictable, even unreliable. I have not let go fully and am not even sure I know how. I guess I have never had anyone treat me or believe in my real identity like Kevin and Rose have done over the past few weeks. That to is frightening for I cannot depend on their perspective up close much longer. There are other lives to rescue and this job cannot hog their resources much longer.

So, what is God up to here? This is scaring the hell out me now. That has been my problem most of my life, the hell in me. The gods from hell have been comfortable here for years and now they are scared. But that is pretty much all I have ever known about “myself”. I desperately need more people around me to not only see me with the eyes of heaven but to help me see the same. I sense that I know almost nothing about my original design. My images have been so thorough that I am baffled to know where to look or how separate the genuine from the counterfeit identity. I have thought about trying to assemble a list of pieces of personality that may have the ring of original design, but I'm not sure my own mind can be trusted to differentiate accurately. At the same time I don't feel safe trusting anyone else too much with that job either since other people are the primary reason and source of my false I.D. to start with.

So, now what? I honestly don't know. I'm not even sure if it is for me to know. That may be the issue of faith. I have to trust that God is orchestrating this whole thing and is more than competent to finish what He started and do it on time as well. What other option do I have, continue my job as the manipulator of everyone's opinion of me? That's very hard work, so far has been less than immensely satisfying and is very tiring. However, it's what I am most familiar with and the gods are still demanding participation and cooperation. Their carrots and sticks are still waving in my face. Lord Fear and Sister Shame are confident they can reassert their control over me and I am certainly very vulnerable to their vicious attacks. I not only need God's presence and new life inside but I also need a community of wounded lovers and believers who are living the same experience as me.

Where are they God?

Identity Crisis

I had a dream two nights ago that I will not take the time to relate right now. However, it was so strong that I had to get up immediately and write it down along with the impressions God was giving me.

The other day as Kevin and Rose were ministering to us they suggested that maybe I was acting as an “image manager”, carefully choreographing my life and my appearances to control what others think about me. At the time I felt a resonance inside that indicated there must be some core truth about this that I needed to consider and discuss with God. After I woke up from the dream and asked God what it meant He brought back the subject of “image manager” and began to amplify what He wanted me to see about myself.

Yes, I am an “image manager”. But this time He pointed out that the images I am managing are really the false gods mentioned in the second commandment. These are internal gods that lay heavy burdens on me and cause me to bow to them and satisfy their demands. I either look to them for pleasure and fulfillment and identity or I appease them and submit to their demands to try to avoid pain. I am their manager, the director, the caretaker of a soul-house full of images that I keep rearranging to meet every emerging situation, especially any threats to their exposure.

Many years ago I had a screaming match with “God” while traveling home to Mattoon from Cedar Lake, MI in the backseat of our car to see my dying mother. I was living a miserable life of both rebellion and trying to appease a tortured conscience based on very distorted and twisted views of God. That night after intense anger at a “God” who I knew was going to let my mother die if I didn't change my ways, I struck a deal with Him very grudgingly and under intense duress. I promised Him that if He would allow my mother to live then I would try much harder to be a good boy and put away my bad desires and be a good Christian.

Well, my mother did not die but got dramatically better. Accordingly, I kept my end of the bargain and for the rest of my life until a few days ago I marked that night as the beginning of my walk with God. However, it has very recently been brought to my attention that the god I struck that bargain with so many years ago had none of the characteristics of the true God of the Bible that I now know about. I had always rationalized this discrepancy away by saying that “God met me where I was and used that to turn me in the right direction”. But that idea greatly disturbs me now. I am beginning to realize that it is very possible that, in fact, that night may have instead marked the beginning of my long and illustrious career of “image manager” and actually introduced a number of false gods into my soul by that deal I struck with some entity out there. After that time I launched with great vigor into working on being a good Christian and doing everything that Christians are supposed to do. I realize now as I look back that over the years of those efforts more gods have been quietly joining the team until now I am gasping for a breath of reality. I am no longer sure how many my prayers have been directed to the true God or how much I am still worshiping and serving the imitation god that I promised my life to in the car that night and has held me hostage all these years since.

Yes, my picture of the true Creator God in heaven has dramatically improved over the years and I am still confident that the real God is somewhere behind the scenes communicating with me through all this. But I feel partly like Job with his twisted view of God, partly like the helpless demoniacs of Jesus' day longing to cry out for freedom but the words always end up backwards, partly like the confused disciples misjudging the character and desires of Jesus and even a little like Simon the sorcerer. I resonate quite a bit with Simon's agonized cry for Peter to pray for him. Only the problem with Simon's request was that his desire was to avoid the consequences instead of desiring a new heart.

As I lay in bed yesterday contemplating my dream and the interpretation thereof, I also strongly identified with Jacob when he wrestled with the heavenly messenger. He was desperately begging for a blessing, a new identity, freedom from the demon-gods of his past. He was clinging to the physical body of Love itself until he would feel it inside his own soul and be able to live without fear and shame for the first time in his life. The tears started to leak as I expressed that this was my own intense need, I desperately crave a blessing from the only One who knows my heart, my deepest longings that He planted in there originally. I want to know how to be real, to be free to be real, to know the joy of living from my heart with abandon uninhibited by the constraints of all the little gods that demand I conform to the religious and cultural customs they impose on me. I want to know who I really am, not the interpreted identity prescribed and micromanaged by the gods within.

I am just starting to recognize the various voices and familiar messages from many of the gods in my own head. They are quite insistent, controlling, demanding, manipulative, shaming, debilitating, frustrating and clamoring. These lying spirits have been very effective in locking up my marriage relationship, nearly eliminating my relationship with my children and straining my relationship with the church. Some of these gods are generational gods that have visited me from my father and mother and from their parents.

For instance, my own father's prominent gods of fault-finding and of bitterness have been very alive and well in my own mind and heart for many years despite my best efforts to the contrary. In fact, my despising of these gods in my dad and my repeated vows that I never wanted to repeat his mistakes only served to conveniently assist these gods into camouflaging themselves within me and forcing me to follow their demands.

But as the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, that shines brighter and brighter until the full day (Proverbs 4:18), the light of honesty and truth, especially this last two weeks, has been slowly increasing in the dark rooms of my soul. Consequently the shapes and images of my parents gods as well as many of my own are becoming more visible and their effect on my soul has become frightening.

I am becoming dimly aware that these gods have been so subtle and yet so pervasive over the years that they have in fact defined who I perceive myself to be. They have defined my identity and I really don't know who I am apart from them just as my Dad didn't know who he really was until a couple years before his death. Never before did I even begin to realize that they were, in fact, false gods using and abusing me and those around me. But for the past few days they have been emerging from the shadows sometimes more insistent with their demands now than ever, now that their presence has been exposed and their security threatened. Sometimes I feel like the little boy at the base of the mount of transfiguration being thrown about and abused by these mocking gods while Jesus and his father discuss his case history and the disciples look on full of helpless shame for their inability to bring about healing.

I do not want them to live here any longer, They are not welcome here. I want only one God and I want only the One who is genuinely good, who knows my true identity and who's plans for me are to give me a future and a hope. (Jer. 29:11) I realize that I am just as incapable of evicting these gods as the demoniacs were in Jesus' day. I have wrestled with them for years, managed them, avoided them, tried to argue them away and sometimes even been somewhat loosed from them by grace for a time. But they always sneak back in quietly and soon assert their control in me again further locking down my heart.

The polluted atmosphere the gods breathe into my soul is a low-level fear that most of the time remains just below consciousness. At times it temporarily becomes intense fear momentarily when there is danger of them being exposed, but most of the time it stays disguised beyond even my own awareness. This polluted atmosphere has over the years quietly drained away my life and health and has stolen most of the joy and fun and relationships in life that God wanted for me before my heart could even enjoy them and be strengthened by them. These gods have built thick walls of hard ice around me that prevent me from receiving and giving love freely and spontaneously. They have created a substitute life that looks very similar to true life and forced me to settle for that as the best I can expect. My heart has been kept at a distance from my wife, my children, my relatives and my friends to various degrees. Then the gods in concert with other people around me assert that all these problems originate from me and define who I am. Sometimes I truly want to exclaim with Paul, “who will set me free from the body of this death?” (Rom. 7:24) I have to remember that though “I do the very thing I do not want to do, I agree with the Law, confessing that the Law is good. So now, no longer am I the one doing it, but sin which dwells in me. (Romans 7:16-17)

In spite of all this I have been amazed and humbled by the continued personal and frequent messages from God that continue to get through the clamoring voices and lies of all my little images. He has been revealing more and more beautiful truth about who He really is and how He feels about me in spite of all the counterfeit programming from my past and my surroundings. Like Jacob I have to say, “O God of my father, O LORD, who said to me, 'Return to your country (where you grew up) and to your relatives (and the people you grew up with), and I will prosper you,' I am unworthy of all the lovingkindness and of all the faithfulness which You have shown to me. Deliver me, I pray... for I am afraid.” (Genesis 32:9-11)

"This is the judgment, that the Light has come into the world, and men loved the darkness rather than the Light, for their deeds were evil. For everyone who does evil hates the Light, and does not come to the Light for fear that his deeds will be exposed. But he who practices the truth comes to the Light, so that his deeds may be manifested as having been wrought in God." (John 3:19-21) So the time has come to expose these false gods and images to the light. It is terrifying and I sometimes feel like I am going to die. And I suppose I am. I have repeatedly asked to be crucified with Christ, but that does not remove my fear of death. So I want to start by confronting the spirits of judgment and criticism that have been some of the prominent false gods of both me and my father.

As for me, first I want to be freed of all the gods except for the right One who really knows me and still loves me. I don't know how, when or how long this will take but I know already they don't leave without fierce resistance which they want to attribute to me. They have claimed to be my identity , my self-image for so many years that I have very little awareness of the true identity that God created my heart originally to express. He will have to move into all the vacancies created by the other gods absence and fill in the huge resulting gaps in my identity awareness. And beyond that I have very little idea of what is in store. But knowing a little bit about the personality and passion of the true God that I have been discovering in His revelations to me over the past few months and years, I have no doubt I am in for the wildest ride of my life. “For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in me will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 1:6)