Breaking Generational Curses

Joshua 24:15 And if it seem evil unto you to serve the Lord, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.

Many years ago when my children were small we bought a home. It was a little place but I loved it because it represented permanence and stability. My husband and I had both grown up as “newspaper brats” and as such we moved frequently. We decided that was not the life we wanted for our family. We wanted a home base. 

My kids went to public school and were constantly having fund raisers. It was one of these fund raisers that I found a door knocker for our new home. 

Neither my husband or I were truly raised in church. We went sporadically while I was growing up and I am pretty sure he only went while staying with his grandparents. We went through some rough patches early on and it was during one of those rough patches we decided to change our direction and turn to God. 

We had no idea we had been worshipping the “gods of the Amorites.” We were caught up in worldly things, fleshly things. 

I think it’s interesting to note that Joshua, coming to the end of his life, noted that their fathers worshipped other gods “on the other side of the flood.” But once they came through that “Red Sea” experience and walked into the salvation from the their Egyptian captors, they left those “other gods” behind. 

While we were very young with a baby girl, we drove over an hour to attend the church my brother was attending in Westlake, Louisiana. It was there we received the revelation of Who God is and once we reached the other side of the flood through Baptism in Jesus’ Name and receiving the gift of the Holy Ghost we committed to serving Him and raising our family to know Him. 

We strayed away for a time but once again we found ourselves at an altar making a commitment to Jesus and to our family. 

It was after this time I bought that door knocker. At that time I was very unhandy and I asked my husband to please hang it on the door. I wanted everyone who crossed that threshold to know, without a doubt, what and Who we stood for. 

He never hung it. I asked but there was always an excuse and he never found the time to do it. I repeated the request over and over until one day, years later in the midst of our broken family, I threw it away. 

Because, you see, it was not his declaration. 

As for him, he really didn’t want to serve the Lord. And he did not want that statement on the threshold speaking for him. 

Simply because he did not want to let go of the gods of his fathers. 

Even when it cost him everything, his family, relationship with his son, his health, he made a choice. 

Like those Israelites leaving Egypt, he was clinging to those things on the other side of that flood of grace that destroyed the enemies of his heart. 

When I talk to him he never fails to mention his father who has somehow become god-like in his life. That has become the standard he has set his goal of reaching. 

And he will reach it. 

It breaks my heart. 

Today is the day I realized just why he never wanted that door knocker on our home. He didn’t want that declaration to identify his family as serving God. And as he brought things in and came home surrounded in things he should have stayed clear of, he didn’t have to walk past that statement and be reminded of the lie his life was making it. 

Because of that choice, his own silent statement that I never heard with my heart, he has grandbabies he will never see. And, that is his choice, not his son’s. As for him, he wrapped the curses that had been applied to his family, a family that lost all but one member related to the iniquities of the flesh, around his shoulders like a banner, declaring to the world that he is supposedly his own man. 

But, through this he raised a son who has determined in his heart to leave behind the gods of his father. His babies go to sleep every night hearing their Daddy pray over them. 

He will be there as the Lord allows to see his own grandchildren live for God. 

And, although there is no door knocker on their door, there is a peace that only comes from the Presence of God, that fills their space. His beautiful wife serves with him and has confidence in who he is. 

I am thankful that my son and his house serve the Lord. I am thankful that curses that have plagued the men of a family for generations are gone. And, they are broken from the determination that the Lord WILL BE SERVED in that home. That is what it takes. 

The determination to live a life pleasing to God. Not your flesh.  Not this world or the gods of this world. Not caring one bit what anyone else thinks. And not wanting your children to be like their flawed parents or family members, but wanting them to grow in God. 

Write it on the doorposts of your heart so that whatever tries to come in, whatever your flesh tries to invite in, it will know where you stand. 

As for ME………

Singleness of Heart

NOTE: This is a Bible Study I wrote for our Single’s Group. 

I have been praying for and hoping for a Single’s group for a while, not because I am looking for a relationship but because I am looking for “relationship.” Something we don’t consider often enough as we walk through this life seemingly alone is how much Jesus wants relationship with us. The whole Word of God, every line, is a continuing love story between the Lord and His creation.

John 17:3 And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.

He longs for relationship for us. Surrounded by a spouse, children and all the trapping that come with married life and responsibility you have less time for introspection or to feel sorry for yourself. But when you sit alone at night with nothing but time and space it becomes easy to work yourself into situations and relationships that are not healthy and that lead you away from your purpose during these  days of singleness. 

And you seek to fix your own so called problem. 

One of my favorite section of verses is found in Jeremiah 29:11-14 For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will hearken unto you. And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.

Listen to the same verses from the Message:

11: I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out - plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.

“When you call on me, when you come and pray to me, I'll listen.

“When you come looking for me, you'll find me.

I'll make sure you won't be disappointed." God's Decree. "I'll turn things around for you. I'll bring you back from all the countries into which I drove you" - God's Decree - "bring you home to the place from which I sent you off into exile. You can count on it.

God’s Promise’s are “yea and amen.” If people have disappointed you, He won’t disappoint.  

Ephesians 3:20 AMP Dream big, and don’t be afraid to ask God for what seems impossible. People may let us down, but He will not fail us. He never disappoints when we ask in line with His Word

This is a wonderful opportunity for each of us. An opportunity to come together and do something for the kingdom. We have the message and we have the means to reach people that others cannot reach. But we have to have focus. 

That is what being “Single Minded” is all about.

Acts 2:42-47 And they continued stedfastly in the apostles' doctrine and fellowship, and in breaking of bread, and in prayers. And fear came upon every soul: and many wonders and signs were done by the apostles. And all that believed were together, and had all things common; And sold their possessions and goods, and parted them to all men, as every man had need. And they, continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, did eat their meat with gladness and singleness of heart, Praising God, and having favour with all the people. And the Lord added to the church daily such as should be saved.

There are four key points in verse 42 that will sustain us during this season. 

1. Continuing steadfastly in the Apostles doctrine
2. Forming bonds of Apostolic friendship (fellowship)
3. Eating together (breaking bread)
4. And praying together

1. We need to hold onto this message and not allow the temptations found in loneliness to sidetrack us. “Sin will take you farther than you ever planned to go.” The devil won’t ride up in a jalopy with rotten teeth and stinky clothes. It’s called temptation for a reason. The only way to make it is to resist it.

Don’t go out seeking relationships with the opposite sex in the world. You won’t win them, the world will win you. Hold onto the Word. Resist the devil and he will flee. Use the Word to fight temptation as Jesus did.

2.  Make an effort to be involved. We have a varied group here. Every person here has their own story and their own value. Young and old. Single, divorced, widowed. Being together will help us grow and will help us overcome. 

3. All of our major events surround food. There is an easiness when we break bread together and just be ourselves in a safe place where we are truly loved! This is a time to build godly relationships and glean from other’s experiences. It’s a time to build bonds and share struggles. 

4. And lastly, we need to pray together. To bear one another’s burdens. To pray for covering and protection and strength during this season of our lives. To pray for growth. To pray for evangelism. 

And as we continue to meet and enjoy each other we will realize our hearts are bound by this incredible faith and have become one beating heart of brotherhood and sisterhood in this time when we may long for a relationship, we will have found purpose through relationship with the true Love of our lives.

Singleness Of Heart: The Many Helping The One

Do you even see them anymore? Or, has it become easy to look over them or through them? 

She sits alone at the end of the pew each service. Once upon a time she was a young bride, full of love and the promises of life to come. She raised her children and served Him in every way she could. She was always there. Then her life shattered and every dream turned into a lie. Alone now, living a life she never prepared to live, she lies awake at night without purpose, wondering if it would be better if she were not even alive. She feels rejected and unwanted, and unworthy. Because of what she has been through she doesn’t even feel like she can be used anymore, and her once vibrant altar work has become shadowed by a past she didn’t ask for. 

Or the young woman who isn’t so young anymore. Who has watched all of her peers marry and start families while she still waits. She feels too old to be involved with the youth and cannot participate in the young married group where her lifelong friends are. She becomes a gopher, a babysitter, and a planner of showers for others who are celebrating. She has stood beside many other brides and years have slipped by and she still waits. Now those dreams have dulled and her hope of that “happily ever after” seems like an impossible dream.

What about the man with his two beautiful kids who did everything right. Met a beautiful young girl and courted her. Had the wedding attended by all of their family and friends, and slowly watched the dream turn into a nightmare as she spent more and more time away from her family. And then one day she packed her bags, pushed her children in the house and slammed the door on every promise she made. Now the young father is left to pick up the shattered lives of his children and himself and rebuild alone.

There is the mother facing middle age alone after a brief illness robbed her family of the leader of their home.

The man who turned his life around and began living for God with everything he had only to lose the wife of youth because she wants no part of who he has become.

Jeremiah 10:19 “Woe is me for my hurt! My wound is grievious: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.”

This world is full of lonely people. And, so are our pews. We have neglected these souls that are already neglected.

While your Christmas is full of gifts, your birthday is celebrated, your accomplishments are shared, these are left to just pass another day and pretend they don’t feel the emptiness. 

Job 17:11 “My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.”

 Apostolic Churches are full of singles. They are in every church. They are single, divorced, widowed, separated. They are alone. They are the third wheel on dinner dates. They are the afterthought of gatherings. They are buying their own birthday gifts, and talking to their dogs for company.

They are VALUABLE. 

Psalm 31:12 “I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.”

And, most of the time, they are broken.

There was a concept within the Japanese culture many centuries ago. That concept was wabi-sabi - an embracing of the flawed or imperfect. They valued those vessel that you could see the wear on, the ones that you could tell had been used. Those vessels were honored and treasured.

And when one of their vessels became broken they would use gold, silver or platinum dust to repair the damage. Whereas our modern culture sweeps up that broken thing in the dust pan and throws it away, allowing themselves only the memory of what the vessel once was, the Japanese would literally "highlight" the damage. This event in the life of the vessel became what made that vessel special.

It is stated that "the bowl had become more beautiful for having been broken. The true life of the bowl began the moment it was dropped." 

Realizing circumstances for each situation are different, the Singles in our midsts are searching for purpose and connection. 

Truthway Church in Pineville, Louisiana has formed a Single’s ministry at the urging of Pastor J. Tim Merritt. Bro. Cobin and Sis. Keesha Hebert have taken the helm to provide the group of members a safe environment and help these often forgotten to find purpose. To embrace this season as a season of growth instead of stagnation. The Mission of the group is to develop “A Singleness of Heart” (Acts 2:46 “And they, continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, did eat their meat with gladness and singleness of heart.”) 

The challenge is there. How do our churches serve this lost community of Saints? How can they be made a part of the body instead of feeling apart from the body?

There are broken people in our churches, on our pews. So, remember when you find someone with their lives in jagged shards around them YOU can respond to them. You can embrace them in their brokenness and help them to see the beauty in the life God has put back together. And you can help them to understand that their  life is not over and brokenness is not the end.

Healing for the Broken

Luke 4:18 “he hath sent me to heal the broken-hearted”

In January of 2013 my 26 year marriage ended. And, with that end came an extreme season of heartache and pain. 

During that time I completely lost my purpose and my way. I found myself in a wilderness of pain and grief. Feelings of condemnation surrounded me and I would lay awake at night crying and begging The Lord to just take my life. 

The pain continued to build until it was crushing. And I blamed myself for every heartache. I felt completely unworthy and full of guilt and shame. I made a desperate mistake that continued to plague me and it felt like the talons of that mistake were dug in all the way to my soul. 

I only went to church sporadically during this time. I felt dirty like I didn’t  belong there any longer. It was a dark time for me. 

At the end of 2016 I decided to return to my True Love and my life took a complete turn as I repented and gave my life back to Him. 

Today, I can say there are scars that will always remain but He has truly healed me. 

I realize that divorce is common place these days but divorce was never my intention. Forever was. Two imperfect people said “I do” on that day in 1986. There were failings on both sides and I regret the pain of my trust in him being broken and  that I could not overcome that again. I regret a lot of things. 

There are people Iike me littering every Apostolic church. Whereas in the world at large divorce is not blinked at, the Apostolics realize keenly the beauty and sanctity of marriage. Divorce is not the norm in our ranks, but it is there. And as society continues to deteriorate it will increase. 

We need to be mindful of these broken people around us. Those, like me, who longed for that forever love, wanted to grow old with that person we had chosen to share our lives with, miss the little things about having a partner, and are now facing life alone. 

There has been a decrease in singles ministries in our ranks. I am not talking about a dating club, I am referring to a group of people we can spend time with who will help us heal and draw us into a closer, more purposeful life during this season we are in. 

He came to heal even us. Won’t you reach out today to someone who is facing life after marriage? Won’t you step into the gap and help your brother or sister find their purpose and place? They are facing things you don’t understand, I know. But your heart speaks their language. Love is universal. 

Our church has recently started a singles ministry led by one of our wonderful couples in church. We are all excited about all of the plans being made. I will be sharing more about this ministry and long to encourage others as we work toward being His hands and feet in this population. 

Stay tuned. 

So thankful I can write this today from a place of love and healing. God has been ever so gracious to me. 

Domino

 I never really ever got to go anywhere that was just the two of us. In fact, up until that moment, I don't ever recall going anywhere alone with him except the time I was around 4 and wanted to go home from my grandparent's house right after they dropped me off and drove away. 

(He turned right around and drove the hour back to get me)

But, there we were. 

He put me in the back seat of my brother's Dodge Challenger and let me ride with him to get supplies for the hurricane that was bearing down on us where we lived in a duplex in the crowded neighborhood in Metarie, Louisiana in 1978. 

We never said a word to each other during the whole ride that I can recall. 

He was so much bigger that life to me. He had a presence that filled the spaces so there was really no room for words. He sat up straight in the driver's seat, radio blaring, and his very existence could be felt in every space in the vehicle. 

And, I was riding with him. Words didn't need to mess up the moment, or remind him that I was along for the ride. I was just awed to be there. 

He went in the store leaving me in the car as he got supplies. I didn't care. I didn't even ask to go in with him. I just waited until he would be back to fill the spaces emptied by his departure. 

I only truly knew him from a distance growing up. We existed in the same place, but I didn't know him. I guess that may sound sad to some but my Dad was busy. He was working. That was what he did. And, I never knew it could or even should be different. 

I knew, without a doubt, I was loved. But, there was a chasm that separated the silly baby from the strong, forthright man who was my father. 

I slept through my alarm somehow this morning. One too many snoozes. I can't even explain how I did it. I thought I counted each snooze when I told Google however many more minutes. But, when I grabbed my phone thinking it was 6am and saw it was 6:40am, I panicked. 

My whole morning was shot. 

So, tonight I decided MAYBE I needed backup. And, I set up an alarm on my cell phone for 5:50am just in case. 

I had the sound radar set. That didn't sound appealing at all. I touched the sound on the screen to choose another, and that is when I was transported back in time. 

In 2010 after the deaths of both of my parents I inherited their 2006 Jeep Liberty that they custom ordered to pull behind their motor home. It was immaculate. It only had around 24,000 miles on it. The interior was like brand new. AND....it got around 16mpg. My job had me on the road. Not a good combo.

I traded it in reluctantly for a 2010 Honda Crosstour. It was a beautiful car. My Dad would have liked it. When I picked it up after it was detailed I hooked up my cell phone and the first song I played was Domino by Van Morrison. 

Strange choice for the girl who really only listened to Christian music. But, I felt a pull.

A pull from a memory riding in the back seat of that Challenger with my Dad driving. A pull that could still hear his clear Tenor as he sang each word. The only time in my life I ever heard him sing. A pull toward the wonder I felt knowing this big, strong, smart man was my father. How protected I felt. How certain I felt that he loved me, even if he didn't know how to show it. 

My finger pressed Domino tonight, wondering how on earth it was sitting there as one of my alarm choices. And, once again I could feel that larger than life presence surround me. 

As his health failed I received the most wondrous gift. During our time shuttling back and forth to appointments here and there, I finally got to know my father. I got to hear his stories. Laugh with him, cry with him, and realize he was a man after all. That only made me love him more. 

Hey Mr. DJ
I just want to hear some rhythm and blues music
On the radio
On the radio
On the radio
Uh-uh, all right
Uh-uh, all right
Uh-uh, all right
Uh-uh
Hear the band
One more time

Keep Knocking

He got me.....

He hit the proverbial nail on the head this morning.

Here I was, prepared to enjoy a wonderful sermon, gather some nuggets of wisdom to chew on later, and move on with my life.

Then, BOOM.

Hammer.....Nail......

And, I was suddenly reminded that He not only knows me, He loves me.

I have made some horrible mistakes. Really, I have. I don't deny them. I live with them every day. And, I do my best to trudge on in spite of my mistakes.

If you read back in my blog history, I am sure you will come across many of what my family lovingly call "Stupid Sheri Stories." Oh, my life is loaded with them. Most of them are hilarious. Even as they are happening I am thinking, "wait till they hear this one!"

But, there are some Stupid Sheri Stories I have only shared with the Lord. Some things that have happened to me are too much, too painful, too heartbreaking, and too much to let slip out of my lips to another person besides the one Who loves me most of all.

Recently I realized that something I thought I had long ago dealt with and buried was still there. It was festering within me, causing me pain. I was walking around my house, telling this proverbial person exactly what I thought of all that had happened when I knew it was not gone.

Everyone hurts. Everyone has pain that is below the surface of their perfect lives. Everyone. Some people become victims of that pain. They wrap it around them and use it as a jumping board for other areas of their lives that are not as they should be. Well, I'm this way because my parents divorced, or I am like this because of something that happened in childhood. And, they, as my Pastor so wisely said this morning, lock this person that caused them hurt in a prison of unforgiveness and then can never understand why they cannot move forward.

Only, this morning, I was that person with the key to the prison. And, it was time for me to open the door and let a couple of folks out.

There was an angel that came into the prison where Simon Peter laid, waiting for his execution in the morning. That angel told him to get up, put his shoes on and walk out. Those iron doors swung open and Peter walked right out the door.

Peter, who had done so many wonderful things. Peter, who preached to the multitudes on the Day of Pentecost. Peter, who was "the rock" as Jesus said. Peter, who denied the Lord. Peter who walked out on water then let fear grasp him and sank before the Lord, begging to be saved.

Peter. Imperfect Peter.

He walked out of the prison to the house of his friends who were all praying for him. And they wouldn't let him in.

But, he kept knocking.

He could have walked away in those early morning hours. But, he kept knocking.

The iron doors of the prison had just swung open, now a wooden door that kept him from his friends was closed to him.

So, he kept knocking.

God has done more for me than I could ever convey.

There was a time in my life that I was deeply afraid. I was terrified, to be exact. I had gotten myself in a horrible mess and I knew no way out, except to pray.

And, pray I did.

The miraculous things that followed that desperate prayer were nothing short of that iron prison door swinging open. He moved mountains to move me out of danger.

And, He has surely done more since. Things I know could only be Him.

So, recently after I have been praying something happened, that honestly is part of the answer to my praying, only I didn't see it that way. All I could see is those mistakes I have made and I felt defeated.

I was standing at that wooden door and I felt like there was no use for me to knock any longer. But, only for a moment. Then, I remembered the gate of iron and I knew I could do it.

But, first I had my own iron gates to open. I had to let go of the hurt of yesterday and those who had hurt me. I have no idea why I expected them to behave different than they did. I trusted them. And they hurt me. So, I have locked them away like inmates in my heart. But, they are free. It has been me that has been a prisoner.

Today. You are free. I am letting go of what you did. I know you are a slave to alcohol and the sins of the flesh. You were only serving your masters. I think you loved me as much as you were able. I can no longer carry the dead weight of you around with me. You didn't want me.  I'm letting you go.

Today I am letting you go. You are free. I will no longer carry around the hurt from the terrible things that happened while I tried to love you. You belong to a different world than I could ever understand. I cannot carry you around any longer. I am not responsible for you. I know you never loved me. You only used me. And, I have to let go of the fact that you made me feel like I was nothing. Because I am not nothing.

Today, I stand knocking on the door. The door to my own future. I have accepted many things about it. But, what I know right now is I am NOT in control of my future. I am trusting You to lead the way. I won't stop knocking until the door opens.

Never Have I Ever

If you are reading this some time in the future, you will note by the date that we are in the throws of a very strange time for us.

Every 100 years, it seems, some major "thing" happens. That major thing happening right now is called COVID-19.

I am a healthcare worker, I am an RN. I have been for 25 years. I have seen times where we thought this was going to happen, but this is not a drill.

Everyday life as we know it has come to a halt. We are all practicing "social distancing" and buying up all of the toilet paper we can find because, you know, you may run out and can't leave the house. Or, whatever logic was used by everyone who bought it all up.

Schools are closed. Social activities have stopped. You cannot go eat at a restaurant. I can't make this up! It is happening live right now.

I could go major indepth here. Give you some Bible and maybe scare you into being "saved" at least until this is over. But, I'm not.

I want to say right now and have the future bear witness to this that "This too shall pass."

All of our current fears, all of the uncertainty, all of the sickness, the deaths, all of it, it will pass.

I'm not afraid of tomorrow. We have weathered many storms here on earth.

I listened to the news this morning. Various news snippets from various providers. One theme for them all...blame. Blame the CDC. Blame the producers of PPE. Blame the government. It was disgusting. All the finger pointing from main stream media gets ridiculous. Not once, not once did I hear any of them on any broadcast offer anything positive. And, if they have all the answers, why didn't the all powerful media do something besides the blame game.

I was raised by a newspaper man in the days when the press maybe had a little more integrity. I can remember him telling me when I went to work at the paper that I wasn't entitled to an opinion, I was only entitled to tell the facts.

haha THOSE days are gone.

Like any of us have the answers right now? Seriously. This is something none of us have experienced. You have turned this whole situation into an agenda and that is wrong. You should be helping us see life as it is. If I were your mother I would send you to your room.

Mainstream Media      You STINK.

Yours Truly,

Sheri