
Stop Lying to Yourself: find freedom from mental bondage

I suffered from an anxiety disorder most of my life. In addition to this disorder, I felt shame and unworthy of God’s love and grace even though I had been a Christian for almost 20 years. But now, I can’t deny I’m loved.
In September 2012, I found myself sitting in a prayer service thanks to the strong urging
of a good friend. I remember listening to the live praise music and other Christians around me worshiping God with a love and adoration I didn’t yet understand. I felt nothing. After months of crying and begging God to pull me out of a desperate situation that had only deepened my anxiety and depression, I was completely drained.
“I know you’re real and powerful God, but where are you?” I remember thinking.
The prayer service message that night was all about oppression, mental and physical bondage and how our spirits are affected by these things. As the prayer director spoke, I realized I was the person who needed to hear the message.
“What an odd coincidence,” I remember thinking. But now I know it was a divine appointment.
When the message concluded, there was an opportunity for prayer and worship before we were dismissed. That’s when I felt a tug on my heart as if God was saying, “Go ask for prayer” – so I went to the alter. As the prayer director began to pray over me, she motioned for an intercessor to join us. The girl who assisted didn’t know my story, but immediately said words I’ll never forget, “God wants you to know He hears your cries. You think He’s not listening; but He hears you, and He loves you. He calls you His precious daughter.”
After the young intercessor spoke, the prayer director placed her hand on my forehead and prayed for God to break the hold of spiritual oppression and restore my joy. Suddenly, I was overcome with an immediate feeling of immense love and joy. It struck me so hard and so fast that I felt like I might stagger backwards during the prayer, and that’s when the surprise giggles started — and I could stop, but I didn’t want it to end. During prayer, joy and happiness overpowered me, and the silly giggles increased into laughter. I felt the love of the Father completely engulf me, sweeping away the pain and the darkness I suffered for so many years.
When the prayer ended, I realized I was a different person. My anxiety disorder was gone and peace had replaced it. I undeniably know God loves me. I will never question His love for me again. For the first time in my life, I have learned to trust with my whole heart.
Thank you for reading my story, and I hope it has encouraged you.
The blog post below was written by my husband. Enjoy!
– The In-Place Missionary
I grew up always going to church. My parents were both Christians and were always heavily involved in the churches we attended. We were members of three different churches throughout my childhood and my late twenties. The churches were of different denominations, but I would consider all of them traditional and conservative. The Sunday morning services were structured and usually similar – sing a few hymns or praise songs and listen to a sermon. There were also different things going on at times other than on Sunday mornings, such as a Wednesday night supper, small group meetings, student ministry activities, etc.
In all my years growing up in the church, it always seemed the sermons were always basically about how I should act and live my life – I should tithe 10% of my income, I shouldn’t curse, I should do this list of things to be a better parent, etc. I don’t say this to imply that there is anything wrong with that. Those things are true. There is nothing wrong with getting instruction on how to “be a better Christian.” The problem was that I didn’t realize there was so much more to God than what I had experienced up to that point in my life.
The turning point for me began when I went to a conference at a local church that was actually very close to my house. My wife had a friend at work who told her about the conference, and she agreed to go. The conference was Friday night and Saturday morning. I missed the Friday night service because of work. My wife got a friend to go with her on Friday; I joined them Saturday morning. When I first walked into the building, I noticed you could feel God’s presence overwhelmingly in the church. The service started with worship music, but it was not the kind I grew up experiencing. I wasn’t familiar with the songs, but it wasn’t the songs or the musicians or singers that struck me. It was the way the people in the congregation were worshipping. I could tell they were really singing the songs to God and pouring their heart and soul into worshipping Him. They were crying out to God and sometimes shouting and dancing, but I sensed it was not for show. During worship services I had previously experienced in other churches, people stood around and sang, a small number of people might close their eyes, or a couple of people may lift a hand while singing. It was completely different from what I was familiar with.
This is the part where I should say I am an introvert. I am usually pretty quiet and reserved. I must admit I was a little bit uncomfortable attending this church at first. Yet something about it drew me in, and I felt called to regularly attend there. I tried to resist and told God it was uncomfortable, but God instructed me to step outside of my comfort zone in order to really grow. The fact that it was uncomfortable for me was the point.
I have been going to this church every Sunday now for about nine months. It has really changed everything I thought I knew about being a Christian. I have seen and heard many testimonies of the sick being healed, even the dead being brought to life. I have seen people, including my wife, receive visions from God. I have seen people give prophetic words over others. I never experienced any of this in the first 30 years of my life growing up in the church. It seems a lot of churches worship God and talk a lot about Jesus, but they put the Holy Spirit in a box and don’t allow His power to work.
Jesus says in John 14:12, “I tell you the truth, anyone who believes in me will do the same works I have done, and even greater works, because I am going to be with the Father” (NLT). Jesus performed all kinds of miracles, from healing the sick, restoring sight to the blind, and casting out demons all the way to bringing people back from the dead. Yet He says if we believe in Him, we can do all those same things AND EVEN GREATER WORKS! Not growing up being taught these truths, it blew my mind to think I could lay hands and heal people in Jesus’s name. The way I grew up, prayer was a passive act, meaning you only asked God to do things like heal people. You didn’t actively go to the person, lay hands on them, and say “in Jesus’s name, be healed!”
I am still learning a lot about the power of the Holy Spirit, so much so that I almost feel like a new Christian. I am diving in though because I want God to work through me to impact the lives of others through healing, prophetic words, or even just encouraging others. I have seen Him work through others at my church through healings, prophetic words, and speaking in tongues. I long for Him to use me like that. Once you have tasted and seen the awesome power of God, there is no going back to worshipping God passively and distantly.
I think two sentences from a book titled The Essential Guide to Healing by Bill Johnson and Randy Clark sum up my feelings: “Just as Jeremiah criticized the Israelites for creating with their hands gods who were helpless, modern man has created a “god” who is helpless to act in this world. A god this writer refuses to worship.”
Written by Clay White
It happened again. This week, I sat in front of the television, watching the news and found myself angry, ashamed, and saddened. It wasn’t the violence, desperation, or human condition, usually flooding media these days. Instead, it was the realization of society’s view of Christianity today and how in some ways it’s our fault the world views us the way it does.
As I listened to a news anchor calls the values of my Father “outdated”, “backwards”, and “self righteous”, I felt the breaking of my heart for people who will never know His love because they don’t know the truth about Him or His Son based on how we represent Him.
Now don’t get my wrong, there are plenty of God fearing, completely sold-out-for-Him followers of Christ out there, but those representations don’t appear to be what the world sees. They see a body of people who judge the world, live in excess but withhold giving abundantly to those in need, fight among themselves, and who speak love but do not appear to know how to love themselves. They see people who confine themselves to a building of four walls where they go to upstage each other on supposed holiness and get their “Jesus fill for the week.” They see a lot of fakes, and a lot of rules (Luke 11:35-44). Would you want to follow a god that appears to condone such actions from His people? Whether this is truth or not, this is how many people perceive us. If you don’t believe me, try typing “christianity is outdated” into Google.
How do we change the world’s view of us? We go back to His model. We start loving people. We live like we have a love worth dying for. We start showing people the type of unconditional love Jesus died for, and we believe it and strive for it with ever fiber of our souls (John 3:16). We build relationships among each other and among people in the world who may be wandering hopelessly seeking a love they’ve never known. We build each other up instead of tearing each other down. We always speak truth; but we speak it with grace, love, and peace. We pray for each other. We speak with the authority we’ve been given even when it scares us. We do not only what’s right, but sometimes we even do what’s hard. We speak to nations. We become servants of one another (Matthew 23:11). As my pastor stated profoundly this morning, we should be obedient in carrying out what He tells us to do because “It may not even be about you. It may be God getting you in a place to touch others around you…We need to start acting like who we are.” We need to remember who we stand for even when we’re having a bad day because “God still speaks through you even when you’re having a bad day.”
I am just as guilty as anyone else, and I don’t mean to come across as preachy or condemning. But as western world culture turns farther and farther from God, we should feel an urgency, not an apathy, for affecting those around us. We should attempt to share His goodness and blessings in a positive, unmistakably different way every day. We should be ambassadors and represent Him well (1 Corinthians 13:13).
Act:*
* Wise words from Pastor Richard Marcello.
“Dear children, let’s not merely say that we love each other; let us show the truth by our actions. Our actions will show that we belong to the truth, so we will be confident when we stand before God. Even if we feel guilty, God is greater than our feelings, and He knows everything.” – 1 John 3:18-20
In love and peace,
The In-Place Missionary
A Definition:
Google defines the term “in-place” as something that is “established” and “not traveling any distance.”
The Start of a Beautiful Journey:
At the tender age of twelve years old, I felt God calling me to become a missionary when I became an adult. At the time, I didn’t understand where I was being called to go, how I would minister to others, or what purpose He wanted me to serve. I just knew He wanted me to impact others positively for His glory and to share His love with the world.
I have always felt a strong connection with Asia and thought for many years I would go to China, Japan, Korea or another Asian country; however, God had other plans — bigger and better plans — as He often does. During 2000 and 2001, I was thinking of leaving the United States for Japan to become a console game artist. I studied the Japanese language and culture and practiced drawing every day after my Junior and Senior high school classes. In many ways, I also thought going to Japan might begin the first steps towards becoming a missionary, but I dragged my feet about making any major decisions about college or jobs due to academic burnout. I was tired of school and wasn’t sure where to go next.
In 2002, my grandfather passed away after many long months in a hospital and nursing home. The need to be with my family through that difficult period of my life temporarily kept me grounded in my home town for another year. I may have been confused and reeling from my grandfather’s death, but God knew what He was doing when He used that year to strengthen the bond with my family and keep me at home for a while longer. I never would have guessed what would happen next!
Late in the summer of 2002, I went university hunting to seek a college with a great technology school. In the mountains of North Carolina, I found a wonderful university with a beautiful campus with an advanced techology school. Finally, I was ready to “leave the nest” — or so I thought. A week after I returned home from the university tour with my family, I met my very best friend who eventually became my husband.
A few years have passed since my husband and I began our grand journey together. Occasionally, I wondered if perhaps the still, small voice I heard that tugged at my heart and stirred the passion in my soul to become a missionary was my imagination not God the Father.
In recent years, life has taken me through several more twists and turns, as it often does. The great journey of life truly is I’ve heard others describe it — a rollercoaster or highs and lows and detours along the way, and guess what? I’m still in the same home town I grew up in; however, now I understand God’s vision for the missionary work He wants me to pursue. He wants me to reach, encourage, and love people around me and share His incredible, unfailing love across the globe through the power of the Internet and technology. This revelation was perhaps the most surprising and fulfilling when I realized what He had promised to me so many years ago, and now I want to share with you.
Welcome to my blog and journey with God. I hope this blog will encourage and inspire you to seek His love and truth in your own life.
Love,
The In-Place Missionary