Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Room 455



They just had a 'wonderful' night in the hotel.
The chocolates, pictures of their relationship laid out on the table
She had surprised him with this night.
Stickers of their loved displayed on the bathroom mirror.

Red confetti
Heart Balloons
Heart Shaped Cookies
Sex..Sex..Sex.
Instagram worthy photos...
But she didn't show them.
She wasn't suppose to be here.. but at college
She came to New Orleans to meet up in engage in this forbidden rendezvous
It 'looked so perfect'
But all she could feel was darkness engulfing her.


She had orgasms..but with that short lived pleasure came darts, piercing arrows that pierced her soul.
The soul ties, the sexual demonic portals they were opening, was swallowing them whole.

They loved each other. But hated each other at the same time. How can this be?
This can't be what God had for me? She thought.
This really isn't love. All we do is fight. But tonight it feels right.
But the darkness engulfs her. Her soul is stone. Her stone cold sin hardened heart.
She was the envy of all the girls...but if only they knew.
Rendezvous at the W... which they would reply "girrrllll I wish I was you"

But they didn't deal with the total separation from God
They didn't know her constant masturbation struggles
They didn't know how much she hated herself, her life
They didn't know that beneath the makeup and and flat ironed hidden natural hair, was brokenness,
a spirit that wanted the freedom of Christ
This shell she was living in, this demonic cocoon that had become her home
wasn't somewhere she wanted to live forever in...but temporarily...just to taste the pleasure...
because truly.. she was beginning to hate God.

How could God let her go through that as a child...
Well you know what...I'll hurt you too God.
Its' not like you care anyway.
I've cried out to you God..I don't wanna live like this...heal my brokenness..

But at this point...she stopped repenting.
Whatever...It's not like she was even worthy of waiting to have sex before marriage.

I'm too far gone for purity.

She drunk all the bottle of alcohol to numb the conviction... the wine burning her pain..the sweet toxic taste of sin... but no matter how much she drunk...she could not get drunk.. God wouldn't let her numb out this conviction

The imitation of love, the imitation of martial intimacy...

Enter in and enter out. Blood covenants  being made in the demonic realm.. this is not what I wanted..

She held him close. He held her close. She tried to pretend in her mind that they were married, to fake the oneness of holy intimacy..and she did it so many times,, they she began to believe her lie.

But she decided to do one more heart cry.

GOD SET ME FREE! 
THE SIN IS EATING AT MY BONES. MY VERY BONES ARE DRY WITHERED, JUST LIKE MY SOUL. I FEEL DEAD, I'M THE LIVING DEAD JESUS. 

And with that. She went off to sleep. In that big hotel bed with Egyptian cotton silk sheets. Entangled in sin, entangled in her boyfriends arms, entangled in sheets.

She woke in a forest brimming with sunlight, birds chirping and blue butterflies flying all around her. The light was blinding , but in the best way.

then she heard in a smoothing light tone, as quiet as a hummingbirds wings, yet as loud as thunder:

YOU ASK ME CAN THESE BONES LIVE? PROPHESY TO THESE BONES AND SAY THEY WILL LIVE! I WILL BREATH MY BREATH INTO YOU AND YOU WILL COME TO LIFE. I WILL PUT MY BREATH IN YOU AND YOU WILL KNOW THAT I AM GOD. YOU ARE MINE, I LOVE YOU. MY LOVE IS RELENTLESS FOR YOU.

And her eyes woke back up...and she was again surrounding by the Egyptian cotton silk sheets.

She woke up and put clothes on, using her phone app flash light. She packed her tote bag. She had to leave. She had to get out. She needed to get to the airport. She could book a return flight there, she would sleep in the airport, she didn't care. She had to flee like Joseph. Her very life, her eternal life was at stake. She was a silent as she could be. She loved him, but she loved God more.

And with the turn of the door knob....... She sacrificed her Issac.

Tears came running down. She kept down her sobs in the hallway as to not disturb the other rooms but it overpowered her. I love him God.....

He is your husband. You two will be married. But you must go on this journey with me. It will not be easy but it will be  worth it. There will be separation and crucifixion. But get on the cross and I will make it beautiful for MY glory. 

With that glimmer of hope she took one last look at room 455, and walked away. 

The promise God told her was beautiful...

But little did she know of the years God would put her in the wilderness.. but of one thing she was for sure... CHRIST MAKES ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL IN IT'S TIME.
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Abba Father,
I love you. Free me from fear, free us from fear. My very life is yours, forgive me for doing what I want with my life. Forgive us Lord. Let us surrender and trust you Lord. Open our graves and bring us from out of them .Put a new Spirit in us and we will live. You will settle us in our own land. Then we will know that You the Lord have spoken. And You have done it declares the Lord. Lord thank you for saving me when I didn't want to save myself. Thank you for loving me when I didn't love myself. Thank you for caring for me when I didn't care about myself. Thank you for breathing life into me when I wanted to die. Thank you Lord, breath your life into these readers, breath life to their families, Lord. We need you. Cover this post in your Holy Blood. Thank you for my testimony. We overcome by the Word of our Testimony and The Blood of The Lamb. We will not be ashamed, but we will declare your marvelous works. Give us a grateful heart daily for your goodness and mercy! Thank you for writing through me Lord. Thank you for using me, choosing me, using us, choosing my family , choosing the readers. Saturate us in your love. You are our one desire. I love you. We love you. Cover Last Call Ministries, Prophet Dickson and Naomi Dickson in your Holy Blood strengthen them Lord, cover this website Lord that you rendered unto me to deliver healing to your people. This talent you gave me of creative writing will be used for your Glory. MANY YOKES SHALL BE BROKEN, my mother prophesied...so I declare that this night.. MANY YOKES SHALL BE BROKEN TO THOSE WHO READ THIS! IN JESUS'S MIGHTY AND HOLY NAME. I bind the burden of fear of us . The chains of slavery. May we die to ourselves Lord! In Jesus's Holy Name! Thank you for dying on the cross! And shedding your perfect blood and giving your perfect life as a living sacrifice to bear my sin. You had all choice to stay comfortable...but you thought I was worth it, we were worth it, to come from the incomprehensible comforts of The Kingdom to bear my sin and shame. I will never forget. Forgive me when I forget, forgive me for taking for granted. Purify our hearts Lord. Heal Us. Heal our souls.

Amen!

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Dedicate To: My Prince Abba. While I don't celebrate Valentines Day, I Honor you on this day as a testimony of your Glory! Thank you for remembering and honoring my heart's cry 4 years ago. I love you. Thank you for not trashing me but treasuring me. My life is yours. 
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Thanks for reading and being led by The Holy Spirit,

Stacie Cherill Dickson


"[I] covered you with the shadow of My HAND." - Isaiah 51:16

1 comment:

  1. My my my....my ABSOLUTE favorite! What a beautiful promise...what a beautiful journey. I admire your obedience to the Lord. HE IS SO FAITHFUL!!!!

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