The Junk
I didn't know that the enemy uses STUFF to steal our joy. I'm well aware of the people tactic. I've gotten much better at guarding my heart and my peace when it comes to people. Yet I realized yesterday that most of my stress and mental drain is a result of STUFF. The dishes pile up, Joshua's toys are scattered everywhere, furniture gets dusty, and somehow there is always more STUFF than I have a place for. In the grand scheme of things, it's all junk. I will not let it steal my peace anymore.
The Dream
God reprimanded me in my dream last night. He said I don't allow myself to dream big anymore because as soon as I think of something, I put the "we can't afford that" label on it. I live as though there are things that are too impossible for God. The level God wants to bring me is high, the level I can imagine myself at is lower, and the level I actually shoot for is lower than that. He showed me I don't need more money, I need more faith. Faith is my currency.
The Promise
I read two things before going to bed that struck me as a rhema word: In John 15 it says that if you are connected to the vine, you will bring forth a great harvest - and that brings glory to the Father. I want that more than ever. In Ecclesiastes (ch 5, I believe) it asks what the point is of having more money since you will always spend to the limit of your income anyway. I don't want more money so I can spend more money. I just want to be financially free to do what we're called to as a family...and I can have that freedom right now if I choose it. It's actually a state of faith. His promises to me are yay and amen, despite my bank account numbers. My promise to Him is to take the limits off (kinda reminds me of a song I heard once).
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