tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18960617413644990272024-03-06T00:31:08.562-08:00The More, The MessierI'm no Pinterest mom, not an organized mom, but very much a live-by-the-moment mom who's just happy for her morning cup of Joe, devotional, and kids all over the place. If you're looking for a real life blog from a real mom who's gonna be honest, it's here. Or if you need to feel better about yourself. I'm a mom to14. Amazed and thankful for God's grace.Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-67846185387608266232022-10-07T10:15:00.002-07:002022-10-07T17:52:37.393-07:00Dangers of Foster Care<p><span style="font-size: large;"> <b><span style="color: red;">Not enough people talk about this</span></b></span>.... but I want to. I think it's important that kids in foster care are given a home but this foster care is like an onion. On the outside it just looks perfect and smooth, right? However, as you peel and get further into it, it can start to burn, cause tears, and the deeper you get, you wonder if the pain was worth it. Let me explain.</p><p><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">1. You have to hope and pray that a DCS (or CPS) worker is honest about the background of the child.</span></b></p><p><span><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://th.bing.com/th/id/OIP.WibnUTfvhydRF9IAa84rTwHaFd?pid=ImgDet&rs=1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="474" height="147" src="https://th.bing.com/th/id/OIP.WibnUTfvhydRF9IAa84rTwHaFd?pid=ImgDet&rs=1" width="200" /></a></div>Does the child have background of sexual behaviors towards other children? In our case we were lied to with one of the boys. We were told that the boy that we had to have removed before was doing AMAZING now and very little behavior problems. We had this boy before for 3 months and it was the hardest 3 months of my life. He has severe trauma issues and we were literally afraid he'd stab us in our sleep. This time, we thought we'd give him a chance. Nothing had changed. In fact, he had hurt kids before entering our home and it was written that he had in fact acted out sexually. Do you think that information is important before placing him with a family? ABSOLUTELY. We had him removed as soon as we saw the same behaviors returning and he was definitely hunting a next victim. Did we quit on him? Not at all. I spoke to him on a weekly basis. Turns out, he committed a few more crimes and had to spend time in a detention center and receive lots of trauma help. They finally admitted that he can't be placed with any families at all with kids. Sometimes DCS honestly just doesn't have enough information and it's not intentional.<p></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><b><span style="color: red;">2. Teens are a thousand times harder to take in than little kids or babies. </span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://st2.depositphotos.com/3489481/5361/i/950/depositphotos_53616781-stock-photo-angry-teenager-girl.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="703" data-original-width="800" height="176" src="https://st2.depositphotos.com/3489481/5361/i/950/depositphotos_53616781-stock-photo-angry-teenager-girl.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="text-align: left;">You have about a 15% chance, maybe 25% (in some cases) of really making an impact and changing their course. It depends on what we're talking about. My adopted daughter is alive. Yes. She used to drink and do drugs like there was no tomorrow. For some of her friends, they are 6 feet under for that reason. She's alive and if that is the only positive I got from it, then it was worth it. </span><p></p><p>Teens are very, very deadset in their ways and be prepared to be compared to their mom who let them do anything they wanted, stole for them, taught them out to steal, put them in danger, let strange men in their home, in their beds, and allowed them to see sexual encounters. Yes, you will compared because you'll be too strict, too controlling, and too caring. This is how they see it because they were allowed to be their own parent for too long. They don't see it as you loving and caring for them. They see it as an unloving act. This was very hard for me to accept. The pain is real. Shockingly enough, as soon as they were old enough to move out they went straight back to mom, to their abuser, and even excused it. </p><p><br /></p><p><b><span style="color: red;">3. Be Prepared to receive threats from the biofamily</span></b></p><p>We got letters and phone calls, even texts, from bio mom with threats, anger, getting cussed out, and still be expected to do visits and keep the peace. Sometimes, they will facilitate the visit and it truly helps, but bio family can easily get your number from their kids. I actually know the family so they already knew my info. But DCS is there to protect the family, not you. That's what your foster agency is for. To protect you. </p><p><br /></p><p><b><span style="color: red;">4. Know that DCS is absolutely NOT on your side.</span></b></p><p>Never give up any information voluntarily. You're not hiding anything. It's just they can use anything against you. They will pretend to be your friend to get you to talk. Don't get me wrong. Sometimes there truly are amazing agents. But they can be few and hard to find. Sometimes you won't know till it's too late that you have a bad one. I absolutely love kids and loved taking care of them, but this was a hard fact I learned. Their job is to protect the child and the biofamily.</p><p><br /></p><p><b><span style="color: red;">5. Your life will be consumed with appointments</span></b></p><p>Oh man, that's an understatement. I pretty much gave up all my freedom for CFT's, therapies, DCS visits to our house, visits with mom (if they weren't being facilitated by DCS), and visits from your foster agency. Your home is no longer your sanctuary. It was grand central station and this can be very, very hard on the bio family. I still have PTSD from just the doorbell ringing randomly. This doesn't include the 6 hours a year needed for added training. If a foster child accuses you of anything and even if it's a lie, you can be sent to more classes. This happened to us and it was very stressful. When they didn't get their way, it was simple, just spread a rumor or lie to get DCS to go after the family and scare them. It's very affective. Can you blame DCS though? They have to be vigilant to make sure the kid is safe. </p><p><b><span style="color: red;">6. You can be falsely accused of abuse</span></b></p><p>This is very scary. We had a foster daughter who was mad at her uncle who she had been placed with before. She wasn't getting her way so she threatened to falsely report that he sexually touched her. Did she care that it would ruin his life? Nope. She was mad and was used to her mom giving her whatever she wanted because of fits. I have a friend who's husband was falsely accused and he was put in the slammer for 2 years. The kid later admitted they were just mad. Not only can DCS remove that kid, but they can remove all your kids. </p><p><br /></p><p><b><span style="color: red;">7. Foster kids will project behaviors onto your kids</span></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://media.gettyimages.com/photos/two-teen-girls-sitting-and-talking-while-teen-boys-play-basketball-in-picture-id72262411" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="566" height="200" src="https://media.gettyimages.com/photos/two-teen-girls-sitting-and-talking-while-teen-boys-play-basketball-in-picture-id72262411" width="142" /></a></div>Be prepared to watch your bio kids change. I watched my kids go from innocent kids with innocent thinking... to being introduced to vaping, cursing, perversion, and told everything they need to know about sex and beyond. It's not a joke. Your kids become who they hang around. My foster daughter clung to my teen son and absolutely had a negative impact on him. I saw his behavior go downhill once she decided he was a good talking buddy. My son has a very good heart and loves people so I know he had good intentions. He wanted to give her a listening ear. But the bible is absolutely right that we become who we hang around. He was not the only one influenced and I saw major behavior changes that to this day I have not been able to reverse.<p></p><p><br /></p><p><b><span style="color: red;">8. DCS doesn't care what your biblical beliefs are</span></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/bible-picture-id698781444?k=6&m=698781444&s=170667a&w=0&h=zYwQDbcAhUDBGiSBvDDgXKp7hkbqHhL9IUBSeJX86tI=" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="339" data-original-width="509" height="133" src="https://media.istockphoto.com/photos/bible-picture-id698781444?k=6&m=698781444&s=170667a&w=0&h=zYwQDbcAhUDBGiSBvDDgXKp7hkbqHhL9IUBSeJX86tI=" width="200" /></a></div>If your foster teen says they are gay, you have to adhere to it. If they say they are Catholic and you never want to step foot in a Catholic church, you have to help them get there. Satanists? Yep. You cannot discriminate. Unfortunately, I had an incident where I found a nude photo from a grown woman given to my underage adopted daughter. I asked that older woman to take a break while I figure out what he heck is going on, and my adopted daughter ran away. On top of it, lied and said I kicked her out for being gay. No. I was not okay that a woman that I allowed into my home and actually been hunting my daughter since she was 16 and they actually were doing things together. That is NOT okay. Let's put my religious beliefs aside, when is it ever okay for an adult to hunt a minor? Why is a nude photo hanging up nearby my other minor daughter? The mom that took my adopted daughter to her house truly thought I had kicked out a minor and felt she was rescuing her. Guess what? She allowed this older woman to come and hang out and take her out. DCS may not have allowed that and would have went after her, but they would have allowed many, many other things. Including, providing birth control to your underage foster kids.<p></p><p><br /></p><p><b><span style="color: red;">9. You will put much more time into foster kids than your own</span></b></p><p>I remember having so many appointments and having so many issues that many times I had to neglect my biochildren. Other people even saw the favoritism but I didn't have a choice. Their behaviors commanded so much attention that I found it hard at the end of the day to even see if my own kids are okay. This caused a lot of resentment from my kids, and I saw them grow quiet over time because they felt they weren't listened to. Which kids always get the most attention? The naughty kids. Kids that are well behaved tend to fall by the wayside and can grow sad and resentful. I saw this happen to a few of my kids and I'm still working to this day to help heal what was lost. To this day my adopted girls will say I play favorites which is sad because I lost so much time with the other kids in order to keep them happy. They were used to demanding attention before. I wished I fixed this issue earlier rather than later. Every kid deserves your time.</p><p><br /></p><p><b><span style="color: red;">10. You will rarely get a thank you</span></b></p><p>After my adopted daughters left, they left with a BANG. They tend to have tunnel vision and see things from only their view and how they molded the stories to fit the agenda. I truly think this just comes from years and years of learned manipulation from learned behavior. This is something I really hope they fix throughout the years because it can hurt a lot of relationships and future marriage. There was no thank you. Nothing. I had given 5 years of time, tears, and love. But was left with rumors that were spread and crazy stories circulating about our home life. Don't think that it's like the movies. They don't move out, hug, thank you, and then tell stories of their life. In fact, I'm convinced that half the stories I hear of a horrible adoptive family, it was spread from foster/adopted kids that have unhealed trauma. I've lost friends over lies from kids who left and it HURTS because I truly loved these kids.</p><p><br /></p><p><b><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;">In hopes to show you the dangers in order to spare your family from pain, let me share this...</span></b></p><p>While helping kids with their trauma, I developed my own and now have to get help of my own. Look it up. It's a common end. I just want people to know the possible consequences. However, NOW I realize why people take in babies and toddlers. That long list I just gave? It would have been very, very small. They can't influence your kids, spread lies, or leave in anger, and you will never be falsely accused unless it comes from the biomom. My dream since I was a little girl was to work in an orphanage. I realize we don't have those in America so I went towards foster care. I can tell you that I will never, ever, ever do it again unless my kids are grown. I must say, I have two amazing adopted sons still with us and I love them like crazy. We had a blast traveling this summer and look forward to the future. :)</p><p><br /></p><p>Please, please count all the costs before going forward as I only gave a small glimpse. If you have any questions, please leave a comment. </p>Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-3587652471295085562022-10-07T09:04:00.002-07:002022-10-07T09:04:30.115-07:00Selling Our Beautiful 7 Bedroom House and Moving On<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHed0bLn112Wv1V-B4RsK6E4h3mjvkniJ0g1T_sAa9MxcZrWR-EldxxvgMPSvcN_5idOGUjZW-j1cauVk0uQRFDWeKPKCKh-2DPpdfNyQ7YtYCgodZ_WX9F0YBem9fna0SwAogjqZaxXTHwkMncNnVZefFf18dk9b09d0sSYfJTsjINVv7AdeSsfpVew/s2048/2022-08-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHed0bLn112Wv1V-B4RsK6E4h3mjvkniJ0g1T_sAa9MxcZrWR-EldxxvgMPSvcN_5idOGUjZW-j1cauVk0uQRFDWeKPKCKh-2DPpdfNyQ7YtYCgodZ_WX9F0YBem9fna0SwAogjqZaxXTHwkMncNnVZefFf18dk9b09d0sSYfJTsjINVv7AdeSsfpVew/w400-h300/2022-08-05.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #674ea7;">After much, much thought... we sold our 7 bedroom house. Yes, it was a BEAUTIFUL house. However, I had so many negative memories there. So much had happened in the 2 1/2 years that we lived there. I can't list them all but some of the "highlights" are my son's illness and psychosis, flooding, my adopted kids freaking out and leaving, my husband and I getting Covid there, lock down, and so, so, so much more. My memories are so foggy and I used to remember it all. Some, I CAN'T mention. We had a foster son there that was considered a level 4. Very high needs from so many negative behaviors. He was very abusive and had to be removed. He's literally not allowed to live at regular homes anymore for safety reasons. </span></b></span></p><p>I'm currently working with a Christian therapist that specializes in trauma and ptsd. She's been helping me understand the brain. This video really helped me understand it. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="350" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wdUR69J2u6c" width="421" youtube-src-id="wdUR69J2u6c"></iframe></div><br /><p><b><span style="color: #674ea7;">We had 16 kids in our beautiful home and we absolutely had a blast. Until Covid hit. I don't know if it was stress. I know the 2 girls that attended public school (which was terrible for them), absolutely hated learning from home.</span></b></p><p>Through all of this my oldest son went into psychosis, had terrible doctors that took advantage of him, and we were in for the fight of our life. </p><p><b><span style="color: #674ea7;">I think sharing this here and documenting what I can, may help me to process it all. It's a very long story.</span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="318" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MrtI4T1kUws" width="383" youtube-src-id="MrtI4T1kUws"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-75740979350903295122022-02-21T15:37:00.000-08:002022-02-21T15:37:07.767-08:00Family Updates from a Large Family Mom<p><b><span style="color: #800180;"> It has been so incredibly long since I have written on here after my story about Chaz and NAR. It's so long and so expansive, I could never do it in one blog post. For the sake of my sanity and to keep the joy, for today I just want to update some things on my family.</span></b></p><p>Oh, how I miss blogging. It was like my own personal journal and it never mattered to me if anyone read it. It was precious. I also learned that putting it down on paper or in a journal, takes the burden off the mind.</p><p><b><span style="color: #800180;">My oldest Chaz is in his right mind, loves God, is 21, and I can't even begin to express my thankfulness to God for bringing him back.</span></b></p><p>Ryan moved out of town and is learning carpentry and handyman skills with a friend we love and trust. Ryan has a HUGE heart and I can't wait till he finds a partner who'll truly appreciate how amazing he is. He is gonna be an awesome father and husband.</p><p><b><span style="color: #800180;">Adrianna moved out and is in college. I think she's searching right now for answers and I pray she finds it. (Hint: the answer is in His Word.) I pray that God will clear the confusion from her mind. No man can ever NOT hurt us. Eventually, humans fail. At that point, I pray she looks to her Father in heaven for comfort. :) </span></b></p><p>Kyle moved out and went to some shady friend's home. A home that does not serve God in any way shape or form. We have been praying He doesn't feel he fits in. He doesn't. He's a gentleman and we raised him to love the Lord. The world gives sooo many promises but in the end, they lead to sooo much destruction. Kyle is an amazing son, he just doesn't fit in there. But you know, the bible doesn't lie. You will become who you hang around.</p><p><b><span style="color: #800180;">My daughter Kaylene is such a sweetheart but has chosen a path that is so lost and it leads to death. It's broken my heart but we love her and pray God will convict her heart and bring her back to sanity. </span></b></p><p>Ivy is doing amazing in her private school. So much so that she flew through two grades in one year. She is also taking college classes at the same time. She is so soft spoken but determined. </p><p><b><span style="color: #800180;">Gabriel is working and he couldn't wait to be old enough to work! He counted down the days and never complains about working long hours. I love his worth ethic.</span></b></p><p>Ashley is hitting those teen years and I thought maybe she would skip those snarling teen years but she's just really begun at 14. Sometimes I miss that sweet girlish laugh and those giggles. :) She's happy but just with a little bit of an eye roll.</p><p><b><span style="color: #800180;">Josh all of a sudden sprouted up at almost 13. He used to hold onto his babyness for sooooo long but one year he decided he was a man! Haha. He loves to do projects and carpentry.</span></b></p><p>Caleb loves carpentry too! His buddy and big brother Ryan came for a whole week and Caleb stayed by his side almost the whole time. He is a total sweetheart and tends to hold things in like his big brother. They make the perfect buddy pair.</p><p><b><span style="color: #800180;">Juliet is almost 10 and very shy. She loves gymnastics and is super tiny for her age! She's adorable and soooo sweet to everyone around her.</span></b></p><p>Jaxon is so much like his buddy and big brother Kyle. Lots of sass in his tiny 6 year old body. If I am careful, I pray that his stubbornness will be used for good.</p><p><b><span style="color: #800180;">Shayla is my strawberry blonde fireball who refuses to potty train and grow up. Like Juliet, I have to run around and find her to see what trouble she's getting into. </span></b></p><p>Serenity is my baby that's almost one. I'm thinking this is my last baby blessing. Her blonde and very straight hair, with her toothy giggles is so much fun. </p><p><b><span style="color: #800180;">I'm 42 now and hoping I can one day move into a smaller home and not live in a 7 bedroom forever. Haha. Charles and I desire to downgrade and live a bit simpler once the kids are raised. This home would just remind is of how empty it is. I missed my kids that moved out so much but I know it's a part of life. </span></b></p>Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-74375546068832476732019-10-29T00:20:00.001-07:002019-10-29T00:20:48.512-07:00Large Family Chore Routine!<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/46N_vRkdddk" width="459"></iframe>Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-35682233193528756322019-10-21T22:57:00.001-07:002019-10-21T22:57:25.631-07:00Welcome to The More, The Messier! Please subscribe!<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/dEaSGvXerBI" width="480"></iframe>Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-36896216590602716122019-10-03T13:43:00.000-07:002019-10-03T13:43:20.793-07:00Large Family Laundry Problems<b><span style="color: purple;">Guess what? I created my blog to be a family blog about managing a large family. So enough of the crazy <a href="https://www.themorethemessier.com/2019/08/my-experience-waking-up-from-new.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">false doctrine stuff</a>. </span></b><br />
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What's crazy is a large family laundry problem. We actually have a schedule of who does laundry on what day. It goes something like this.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>Sunday: Kaylene & Joshua</b></span><br />
<b style="color: purple;">Monday: Chaz & Ashley</b><br />
<b style="color: purple;">Tuesday: Ryan & Caleb</b><br />
<b style="color: purple;">Wednesday: Charles, Virginia, Shayla</b><br />
<b style="color: purple;">Thursday: Kyle & Jaxon</b><br />
<b style="color: purple;">Friday: Ivy & Juliet</b><br />
<b style="color: purple;">Saturday: Adriana & Gabriel</b><br />
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Why do we do a laundry schedule? Well, it eliminates fighting over the machine from kids procrastinating and doing their laundry the last possible minute. Many times I've seen this and almost always they do it late at night the night before school and on someone else's laundry day.<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">The second problem that comes with a large family and laundry is someone will come along, open the dryer to transfer their wet clothes, dump whoever's clothes are in it to put their stuff in. Then no one comes to claim this. After a few days, this is what you get...</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Boom. That's how it's done. Someone else got blessed by it and no, I'm not replacing it. Obviously, if they didn't want to come and get it they didn't need it. It's a win-win for me because we decluttered. After I took that picture I added 3 more bags. Those are 39 gallon bags!</span></b><br />
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What's the big deal about kids doing laundry on days they aren't assigned if no one is using the machines? All of the above. If I have the kids wait and only do it on their day, I can easily know who left their stuff in there so they can clean it up. I'm trying to not have to clean up after the kids own messes. I don't think I'm helping them in life by rescuing them in taking care of themselves. No kids do their own laundry under the age of 10. If they are under 10, their assigned buddy does it for them and it shows in the laundry schedule. Kyle & Jaxon are buddies and Ivy & Juliet are buddies. ;)Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-61762451210862366452019-09-21T12:49:00.000-07:002019-09-30T17:18:01.512-07:00Why Do Christians Still Seek Signs and Wonders? Wow, I just want to say I'm amazed by the response I've gotten since writing about out involvement with the <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://www.piratechristian.com/berean-examiner/the-six-hallmarks-of-a-nar-church" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">NAR movement</a></span>. If you haven't read it yet, <u><a href="https://www.themorethemessier.com/2019/08/my-experience-waking-up-from-new.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">here are all the links</a></u>. So far it's reached almost 9,000 people and it makes my heart happy to know that many were warned but also makes me sad because many of them shared with me the heartache and damage it also did to their families. I'm still getting messages to this day how many it has hurt and affected. Even more frustrating, the one common thing I'm hearing is this spirit behind it causes depression, anxiety, and even severe panic attacks! Well, I'm sick and tired of satan (little "s") having a field day on my home so this is how I'm fighting back. Exposing his <b><span style="color: red;">LIES</span></b>.<br />
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Another website picked up my story <a href="https://churchwatchcentral.com/2019/09/03/from-impartation-to-psychiatric-nightmare-a-mothers-story/?fbclid=IwAR39KidWJEtwpT_9XExv88c3qkjywBDm1CnkVGE4JQiJpPiNVHXzg-yMnzs" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">HERE</a>.<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Man, can I be honest? One day my foster daughter walked in the room and said, "Ever since we left NAR movement, the house has just been sad." She's right. It's like a cloud settled over our home. A cloud of oppression. We walk around the house, we pray, we declare righteousness, peace. We rebuke satan when he tries to come back around and settle in. We fight in prayer every day, send curses back to hell that are spoken against us by well meaning Christians. But it's just hard to shake. With all of my heart I wish I had never, ever accepted the invitation to visit a <u><a href="https://www.facebook.com/HOUSEFIREMINISTRIES/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">bible study</a></u> 45 minutes away. 1 year later and this is where we are. Chaz and I really try and study The Word of God and we read books to help us understand. </span></b><br />
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This is the time to WAKE UP. People needing to see signs and wonders goes way, way, way back and is seen not only in Catholicism (idolatry), many other religions, but in Christianity with signs and wonders. It's our way of once again having Jesus prove Himself but He already did! I don't need evidence of angels around me to prove Jesus still does miracles. I don't need <u><a href="https://www.thegospelcoalition.org/article/9-things-you-should-know-about-the-bethel-church-movement/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">gold dust blown through the vents of a church</a></u> to know that He's real. I don't need my chakras open to understand that we are fighting a spiritual warfare. </div>
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My son Chaz had his chakras opened and could SEE FROM HIS THIRD EYE. This <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://www.piratechristian.com/berean-examiner/the-six-hallmarks-of-a-nar-church" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">NAR deception</a></span> is real, guys, and not to be messed with. Chaz has since been delivered from this but it wasn't fun to see the stuff he saw through that. This DID NOT happen till the impartation was done by <span style="color: red;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/freshstartchurchaz/posts/2069078229844480?__xts__[0]=68.ARDrYT8fkXruKFiHFHOo0dOHNGLVtuZoMYGN2eonbV2E--_2ne4OlUVvtTPm2vHDmqRWXNjH3kRJFhYDGghUV8pqMhsfpxWXX_lFa02QUT-IdCjafH2SJs-X_Cum4EkMg_ySr8XBFCFxMfXwwyywGOhMXRymBXOVGNHkYxOBwMko11D-HAVx40wJZhE7iLcmmTgxW2QumYSGNeWedbgX6MOG4xy531zAVY31HHkP9QkGB_xybKOlZ3DgoUnb5SqTINqlhfob8ebH68BaqRiXIVOU99Lx1dfOyTH7ttJtYHZXnZ4lt8oK6I6XPQqbVsdkp2ZIPPfbopBCkkFJH6WZMJFfQ921947u6dAcDAntuA_IYlHfU-QfgrHZwPMpnhAA5rv0EeLhzycx6g8VwKDVjwbxiY-WeR2qZy8wxgYu8cp9pcc&__tn__=-R" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Nathan Morris at Fresh Start Church</a></span>. Do NOT ever attend an impartation or a fire line in any way for any reason. </div>
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It's exciting, right? I remember Sumi (pastor of House Fire bible study turned church) being able to basically read into other people's lives. If we're not careful, this is where we can fall into a trap. Do you remember this story in the bible?</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Just because someone can tell you a little about your past doesn't mean it's of God. Satan can do this too. What happens when someone is not only able to tell you your past but speak into your future? What bad can possibly come of this? A LOT. Having a false spirit try to tell me my future can completely and totally lead me off the path God has for me. The </span>classic<span style="font-family: inherit;"> story about the fork in the road means I can be headed one way but, oops, this person told me I'm supposed to be going in this other direction. Well, I'd better trust it because that was God speaking to me. No, test the spirit! Pray about it for awhile and seek God. Ask Him to show you in other ways and confirm it in your heart. Don't we tend to admire people that can suddenly hear from God at any moment and speak a word over you? Yes. That can make a regular bible study go from delving into God's word into seeking more signs and wonders. To be honest, I was never asked to pick up my bible during those studies and there was VERY LITTLE bible study happening. That, my friend, is a slippery slope. Be CAREFUL.</span></div>
Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-810328595225988362019-09-08T23:15:00.001-07:002019-09-09T22:05:24.103-07:00Depression After Deception-After Effects of NARSomeone recently wrote me and asked how I don't have <span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>major depression</b></span> after leaving the NAR movement. Um, I have. I just don't talk about it. If it helps for people for me to give the REAL me and my struggle coming out of it then I'll share.<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">It's BAD. <span style="font-size: large;">There were days where I didn't want to get out of bed.</span> I've sobbed in my quiet space away from my kids. I've screamed into my blanket so no one could hear. Today at church I felt like a wet blanket. I sat in the FRONT row, which is my favorite, so I could really just focus on worship time. But I felt this gloom over me. Like a dark cloud and I couldn't shake it. I was painfully aware my kids were all around me and could see my face and the depression. I hated that because I never want to bring my kids down into my negative world in that way. My kids aren't my best buddies where I can unload on them. They look to us for stability and assurance. </span></b><br />
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I lost friends from the church I left. The crazy thing about it is I never wanted to lose friends. To me, this was a true test if I was walking out of a cult. From experience in my past, if you walk out of a church peacefully and your friends list on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/MeetVirginias9" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Facebook</a>, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/meetvirginias9/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Instagram</a>, and in real life drop you, they were never friends in the first place. Because I have been shunned in the past by over 300 people from walking away from a church building, I knew what the true test would be walking away from <u><b><span style="color: blue;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/HOUSEFIREMINISTRIES/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">House Fire Ministries</a></span></b></u>. It's not that I was blocked (well, I am now but its good), I just didn't exist in their world anymore. No one reached out to me to ask if I was okay. No one offered to pray for me (save for one who did in the beginning before I left). I didn't get a single phone call, text, no invites. Nothing. And this was after missing one Friday night bible study. I hadn't even decided yet before being cut off.<br />
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I became an enemy the moment I questioned anything. I was to be quiet so as not to question "God's anointed." I needed a reason to stay and looked for one, anything, but I was met with half quoted scriptures out of context and a feeling of just being an annoyance. It didn't matter that I had put tons of money and hours into helping build this church up from scratch. The second I questioned things, I was the enemy. Almost right away I was mocked about to friends, mocked on facebook , and rumors were spread. <br />
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As I walked away from utter confusion, tons of questions unanswered, and a dream unfulfilled that I was "promised from prophesies," I realized I was sinking deeper and deeper into a depression. Were all those prophesies nothing? I was so excited about all the things I was told God wanted to do! Was it God? Was it man? <b><u>Was it the counterfeit holy spirit</u></b>? I felt so mocked and deceived. Regardless of their deception, the finger points back at me because I walked into this unaware. <br />
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<span style="background-color: ;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: ;">How come when I was in the movement I saw prayers being answered personally? I can answer that quickly. My faith was majorly boosted and I began to pray and read my bible like never before. I wrote a prayer journal to God daily and really, really <b>HAD FAITH</b>. I was stepping out in boldness like never before and made a living fool out of myself because I was convinced that God would heal every person I laid hands on. Well, Todd White made it look so easy. </span></span></span><br />
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Do I believe in healing? Yes, God has completely and totally healed not only my back but failing kidneys. While in the NAR movement? No. God was answering my prayers (whether it was a yes or no) because I stepped out in faith and talked to Him. </div>
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<a href="https://www.themorethemessier.com/2019/08/my-experience-waking-up-from-new.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Like I said in previous posts</a>, I invested hours up hours, almost a thousand dollars, before the church even opened. But you know, that was for God and it doesn't matter I lost those things. I didn't do it for approval from the pastor and his wife. I did it for Jesus. I spent HOURS researching, buying programs, buying equipment I needed to have a functional children's church. It was exhausting. I know none of it was in vain, maybe to a wrong source, but God sees my heart.</div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Does depression happen after deception? After falling deep in something only to realize it's all wrong? A BIG FAT YES. While in worship this morning I was sitting in a dark cloud</span><span style="background-color: ; font-family: inherit;">. My heart hurting like crazy. And then I looked around me and saw all these blessings of mine. All in different stages of their life. I felt a healing come over my broken heart as I saw my kids softness towards God. I had my</span><span style="background-color: ; font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">biological children, my foster children, and even my previous foster son who no longer lives with us but visits, and a friend who we're currently reaching out to help during a rough time. In church I was literally surrounded by the people I love sooo much in my life. It's like as I was looking around me God was showing me how in the midst of suffering, sometimes we don't see the blessing. This is all today. I can't point out which ones are my biological and which ones are my fosters for legal reasons so I won't explain who is who. But just know that every kid who walks into my house has my heart and I see no difference. They are ALL children of God and therefore mine to watch, love, and to care for.</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I quietly drove home after church with the kids in our 15 passenger van. I hoped no one would ask questions as to why I was so quiet. I was so tired of saying, "no, nothings wrong." Once we got home and unloaded the van, I quickly began to get lunch ready for my 13 hungry kiddos. My previous foster son who visits me on the weekends walked up to me in the hallway. He said, "Jenny, I just want you to know that I'm depressed." I asked him why. He said he was mad at God for all the things he went through. Why is he in foster care? Why couldn't God have stopped that from happening? I got quiet while contemplating how I was going to reply to him. I said, "You know, I'm not able to feel how you felt when DCS came to remove you from your mom. I'll never understand that pain. But I do know there is a lot of suffering in this world and it's everywhere. Some have gone through unimaginable pain in their lifetime and some like me are mad at God because I fell into a false religion." I told him I could either choose to see what God didn't save me from, or I could see who God sent to me while in my pain. I saw that today when I looked at each of my kids raising their hands in worship to God, to my daughter getting baptized, to watching my son serve in production, and seeing friends I brought to church reach out to respond to God. I could see that God showed me a way out of my cloud of confusion. I looked at this sweet boy in front of me and reminded him of the story of the days of abuse and isolation with no one to help, his mama cried out to God and asked for a way out of the abuse and <span style="font-size: large;">God made a way</span>. I gently reminded him how many people stepped up to take care of him, feed him, clothe him, loved him and kept him from danger while being separated from his family. We can either see the pain and only the pain, or we can look thankfully through our tears and lift our voice to God thanking Him for walking us through it without having to be alone. He hugged me close and thanked me for never, ever walking away from him and always loving him through the good and bad. </span></b></div>
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I thought about that for awhile. He just spoke to my heart in so many ways. God doesn't promise us a pain free life. People are fallible. When he was telling me thank you for loving him even when he was incredibly difficult at times, I thought about how God has loved me through my bad decisions, my complaining, my anger directed at Him. How many times He warned me in my heart and I felt the prompting but didn't listen. He did warn me. And especially through His word. Why was I chasing signs and wonders if I'm told I'm to have faith? Lesson learned and what a hard lesson it was. </div>
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Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-74144284250351388342019-09-04T23:20:00.000-07:002019-09-21T12:51:01.469-07:00My Experience Waking Up From The New Apostolic Reformation Movement (Quick Links)Here are the quick links to mine and my family's story getting free from the new false movement that is catching on around the world. I am posting about it to warn others. I pray you read this knowing it does not come from accusation but wanting others to see the signs before falling into it as easily as I did.<br />
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<span style="background-color: #fdfdfd; color: #252525; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The New Apostolic Reformation, or NAR, is an unbiblical religious movement that emphasizes experience over Scripture, mysticism over doctrine, and modern-day “apostles” over the plain text of the Bible. Of particular distinction in the New Apostolic Reformation are the role and power of spiritual leaders and miracle-workers, the reception of “new” revelations from God, an over-emphasis on spiritual warfare, and a pursuit of cultural and political control in society. The seeking of signs and wonders in the NAR is always accompanied by blatantly false doctrine.</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">If...and a BIG IF, his repentance is real, can you imagine what could come of this? Since watching the video I've heard so many comments of doubts, anger, and conditions given to prove real repentance from Benny Hinn. </span></b><br />
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Let's say just for a minute his confession and repentance of being a prosperity pastor is genuine. My first reaction when I saw this was PRAISE GOD! Isn't that what's most important? Am I writing this blog to just slander and smear a name? NO. Am I writing this blog to warn others from falling into the same trap I did? To warn what price will be paid if you fall like I did? YES. My heart is completely and 100% to expose the lies of satan (he deserves a little "s") and wickedness that us Christians are falling for. Is Benny Hinn genuinely repentant? With all of my heart I hope so. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Often times the ones that have woken up from this daze are called slanderers because we are warning others. Don't go off track. Just keep going and help others get out. People's faith are seriously getting hurt after realizing what happened to them. We need to be there to encourage and remind them that God's promises are still true and yes, people abuse others in churches. Yes, people will twist scripture. There will always be wolves hiding amongst sheep. Some don't even realize they're doing it because they're deceived themselves. I get talked about, posted about, mocked, slandered. I'm called a slanderer but my purpose is to warn, not hurt the body of Christ. Now that I've been saved from it, I need to speak out.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I'll tell you what my mindset started to be in the NAR movement. I was constantly given promises of wealth, fame, and that everything was gonna be BIG and my work will be noticed. I'm almost embarrassed to share with you the "promises" satan was giving me. Sigh. I had QUITE a few but here are two. </span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: #e5e4e4;"><span style="font-family: , , "blinkmacsystemfont" , , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jenny I was just in prayer for you in your husband, and this is what the Lord says, FOR IN THE NEXT YEAR I AM GOING TO STRETCH YOU LIKE YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN STRETCHED BEFORE. I AM TEARING DOWN THE TENTS OF YOUR MINISTRY AND STRETCHING THE TENT TO A LARGER TENTS, U NOTICED THE LORD SAID TENTS, MANY MINISTRIES SHALL BE BIRTHED IN THIS SEASON, AND JENNY AS I WAS PRAYING FOR YOU, AS THE LAUNCH (Launch of House Fire Ministries) IS NEXT WEEK OF A NEW ADVENTURE IN ME. I SEE U IN A CATAPULT, BEING LAUNCHED INTO MINISTRY, AND AS YOU WERE FLYING IN MINISTRY I SAW YOU AS A MAGNET, AND THE CHILDREN OF THE CITY WERE BEING DRAWN TO YOU. YOUNG PEOPLE IN THE CHURCH FROM INFANT TO TEENAGERS WILL OUTNUMBER THE ONES UN FELLOWSHIP IN TBE ADULTS, ABD AS FOR YOUR HUSBAND IS CONCERN, AS I WAS PRAYING FOR HIM I SAW A FLAME THROWER ON HIS BACK AND AS HE SPOKE OUT THE WORD OF GOD, FIRES OF REVIVAL WERE COMING OUT OF THE MOUTH OF HIS SERVANT, NOT A SPARK, NIT A FUSE, BUT THE FIRE OF THE HOLY OF HOLIES BEING POURED OUT. AND ON MORE THING, <span style="color: red;">DO NOT WORRY ABOUT LESSONS TO TEACH THE KIDS, DO NOT WORRY ABOUT WHAT TO SAY OR HOW TO SAY IT</span>, FOR EVEN AS I HAVE DRAWN YOU TO THIS PLACE I WILL DRAW OTHERS WITH THE SAME VISION AND MANY WILL BECOME ONE SAITH YOUR GOD!!!!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #e5e4e4; font-family: , , "blinkmacsystemfont" , ".sfnstext-regular" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Listen to this, this is the word that I get, I saw you and your household was a magnet, even in the place where u r. (I'm weeping now, in the Spirit.) You know when a magnet is rubbed on metal!! OH GLORY!!! THAT METAL AFTER BEING IN CONTACT OF THAT MAGNET BECOMES MAGNETISED!!! SO OTHER PIECES OF METAL ARE DRAWN TO THAT MAGNETISED METAL, INTERPERTATION: YOU AS A MOM, LEADER, PASTOR OF CHILDREN!! THOSE KIDS ARE GOING TO BE DRAWN NOT TO THE CHILDRENS MINISTRY THAT YOU ARE IN CHARGED WITH!!! THEY WILL BE DRAWN TO YOU, NOT ORDINARY KIDS BUT SPECIAL KIDS, KIDS THAT PARENTS, TEACHERS, SOCIETY, HAS GIVEN UP ON. AND MANY THAT WERE CLOSED DUE TO HURT REJECTION LIFE. WILL START TO OPEN UP, AND START TOO, (AND ALSO THE OTHER KIDS) WILL BECOME LIKE YOU A MAGNET!! THEY WILL GO AND TELL THERE FRIENDS AND MANY WILL BE ADDED TO THE KINGDOM. <span style="color: red;">ANOTHER ATTRACTION, WILL BE PEOPLE OF THE CHURCH, LEADERS WILL COME, MAGAZINES AND TV MINISTRIES WILL BE DRAWN TO YOU ASKING HOW YOU DRAW SUCH A LARGE CROWD</span>, YOUR ANSWER: I LOVE THEM LIKE CHRIST LOVED THEM!!!</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">What's the problem? Those aren't so bad, right? Well, it sounded amazing to me. Most of it sounds good except I felt like things were inserted into it without me even noticing. Number one, I didn't want to just babysit kids. I wanted to teach them, have kids praise and worship. It's important to raise kids in Christ and let's face it, some kids only hear about it at church. So, this was a big deal to me. Second of all, I thought it was great that kids were gonna outnumber the adults. I was a tad worried because I was already worked to death as it was but, hey, kids are our future. Until I saw that sneaky little part added in about FAME and large crowds. Hmmmm, that's a classic prosperity gospel teaching. In fact, Benny Hinn once said God can't move if there are not big crowds. I beg to differ. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Whoa, right? This is how I felt. I was drawn in by the prophesies, impartations, constant promises of wealth (yes, I heard that a lot too), fame, and nonstop positivity. Each week I couldn't wait till the next meeting. I almost felt like I was in a trance and was obsessed with hearing from God. I couldn't think about anything else except I wanted to be just like the others and give prophesy after prophesy like I was handing out candy. Everyone had their hands out, so to speak, but I felt I had nothing to give and it made me feel a tad useless. But I wanted to aim to get there like all the other ladies. Imagine standing in a circle of men and women and they unload all the amazing prophesies on you. None of them are warnings (rarely at least) and all about how wealth or AMAZING things are coming. Man, I didn't want to do anything else. In fact, I would go home, look at my house and pray for something bigger and better. I wanted to be blessed too. </span></b></div>
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One of the key things I noticed when my eyes were opened, once I left, was coming home and realizing that I was okay with what I had. I THANKED God for my home, my vehicles that get me from A to B, and for my healthy children. I even told God that if He never gave me another home I would be content. Yes, we're a bit squished in a 5 bedroom home with 13 kids but we fit! I'm so thankful! I had such a peace in my heart that God is gonna take care of us and being blessed is not always about have bigger and better. I thank Jesus every day for only being in that movement for 6 months. I could have eaten the lotus flower for 6 years but He answered my prayer when I asked Him to open my eyes.</div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I wrote this on Facebook </span><span style="color: red;">April 11, 2019</span><span style="color: purple;">. That was the week I had quit <a href="https://www.facebook.com/HOUSEFIREMINISTRIES/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">House Fire Ministries</a> and was waking up from the deceptive sleep I was in. Little did I know what battles we were about to face in the months to come. Not only did I wake up, I was going to see the damage done to my family but especially to my son....</span></b></div>
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"I've had a hard time writing this because I'm unsure if I need to outright show some false teaching I fell into with names or just give a warning as to what to watch out for. So I'll start out with some warnings about a previous revival that was very damaging to many churches back in the 90's. Churches I knew at that time got involved with the Brownsville revival. At first glance it was pretty awesome. People in church were falling all over the place, laughing for up to an hour, or slain in the spirit for an hour or longer. Some even barking like dogs or slithering like snakes in other churches involved in US. I went to a revival like this in Phoenix and in Chandler but it originated in Pensacola, Florida. However, it was later learned that this was a counterfeit of the Holy Spirit. Unless renounced, it brought many problems thereafter. I still see the damage from it 20 years later. Once someone I knew renounced his involvement with that revival, he was instantly healed from a sickness.<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: purple;">Fast forward to now. I recently heard of a </span><a href="http://safeguardyoursoul.com/bay-of-the-holy-spirit-another-false-revival/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">revival</span></a><span style="color: purple;"> coming from Nathan Morris and Lydia S. Marrow in Peoria, Az. I was excited. I didn't know anything about them but wanted to check it out. When I got to the church I thought it was interesting that people ran for their seats. That was kind of exciting because I figured people must be excited for God. Wow! The sermon was pretty awesome but looking back I realize now that I've gotten caught up in some preachers that more throw out slogans than read straight from the bible. Slogans sound good but the problem is it can be taken as biblical truth. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">During the sermon there were a few times that Nathan Morris was so "drunk in the spirit" that he could hardly stand up or preach. After the sermon, he had us go through a Fire Line (impartation line). This is where he stands up on a chair and 2 lines are formed. Our lines would walk underneath him and as we passed he would lay his hands on us. He usually wouldn't say anything but would blow on us or just put his hand on our head. My husband said as he went under, he felt a strong wind go straight up into his nose and mouth. I went back to the video later and saw that the pastor had barely did a quick blowing on the top of his head. Nothing more. </span></b><br />
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About 90% of the church fell and had to be carried off and laid somewhere. At first glance, it seemed awesome. His reason for doing this is because he wanted to do an impartation onto everyone. I decided to look into who Nathan Morris is and discovered that he was saved out of the <a href="http://www.deceptioninthechurch.com/lies.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Brownsville</span> <span style="color: red;">revival</span></a> and is continuing it but under a different name. It's now called the <a href="http://safeguardyoursoul.com/bay-of-the-holy-spirit-another-false-revival/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Bay Revival</span></a>. I didn't believe it at first but I posted the picture for you to see.<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Fast forward even more, my family began to experience some things in our personal life and it was baffling. Were we being attacked because we're doing something right? Or are we being attacked because we got ourselves involved in something that wasn't right? I decided to do some study work into some of my favorite preachers. The more I looked into the teachings, the more I became shocked. </span></b><br />
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Next was the music I was listening to that was labeled as Praise and Worship. I probably should give a list into some names I discovered but I won't say why and will let you do your own study work if you decide to look into it on your own. Lets just say I dumped my entire 117 song Youtube playlist of Christian songs and I'm building it up by scratch. I hope this post doesn't come as a judging post but more as a warning out of love. Since we have discovered these things, we have lived in freedom but at a price of almost (now completely gone) losing friendships. But I've learned to be a God pleaser, not a man pleaser. </div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Preachers I have been studying that led me into some things that weren't right doctrine:</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Kenneth Copeland-</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;"><a href="https://www.themessedupchurch.com/blog/the-todd-white-cornucopia-of-false-teaching" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Todd White</a></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><a href="http://www.piratechristian.com/museum-of-idolatry/2018/6/steven-furtick-to-join-bill-johnson-kris-vallotton-for-conference?rq=steven%20furtick" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Steven Furtick</a> </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">Nathan Morris</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">Lydia S Marrow<br />John Kilpatrick<br /><a href="http://pastorgabehughes.blogspot.com/2017/10/bethel-church-believes-different-gospel.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Bill Johnson</a><br />Brian Houston<br />Todd Bentley<br />Rick Warren<br />Joseph Prince<br />Steve Hill</span></b><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"><b>Rick Joyner</b></span></span><b><span style="color: purple;">Benny Hinn-</span></b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"> </span><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;"><a href="https://youtu.be/wRB1BqKhrDM" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Heidi Baker</a></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">Rolland Baker</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">Joel Osteen</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple;">TD Jakes</span></b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><br /></span><b><span style="color: purple;">Carl Lentz</span></b><br />
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Because they believe themselves to be modern-day apostles and prophets, they place heavy emphasis on extra-biblical “revelation”. The Apostle Paul, in 1 Corinthians 4:6, said “…so that you may learn from us not to go beyond what is written, so that none of you will become arrogant and boast in favor of one against the other”. The Word of God has been written, and the canon is closed.<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><a href="http://pastorgabehughes.blogspot.com/2017/10/bethel-church-believes-different-gospel.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Bethel Worship</a><br />Hillsong Worship<br />Lacrae<br />Lauren Daigle<br />Toby Mac<br />Elevation Worship (with Steven Furtick)<br />Jesus Culture (part of Hillsong church)<br />and soooo many more but still studying.</span></b><br />
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Yes, I know who I'm singing to. Personally. But some of the lyrics are downright wrong in doctrine or never mentions Holy Spirit, God, or Jesus. The last part didn't bother me as much until I discovered the church behind the band and their beliefs.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>I</b></span><b><span style="color: purple;"> don't write this out of anger or revenge. Especially not to hurt anyone. It took me awhile to write this because I was worried it'd be taken wrong and judgmental. But I want to warn out of love for my fellow Christians. Be careful in these times because there is a lot of counterfeit revivals going around with "signs and wonders", which will be a separate post I'll be doing."</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px;">V</span>ery good article about Bethel church and Jesus Culture <b><u><a href="https://remnantekklesia.wordpress.com/2017/05/19/bethel-church-and-jesus-culture-from-grave-soaking-to-stretch-armstrong/?fbclid=IwAR0bFzrPVL3NvmvwSmL4KXoOPoDLbdhtRBFYDGKyqyWokzNUvftmw1DG0fA" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">HERE</a></u></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I asked myself often, "Can't Satan also say things about my past and whisper in the ears of those deceived?" When someone tells you your past, it makes you more susceptible to believe what they say about your future, right? And sometimes they give a GREAT word that's so positive and amazing! Things I heard often was prosperity (lots of money coming), fame (this was promised to me a lot for some reason), and greatness (you're gonna go into all the world and even write a book! Everyone will seek you out). Everything was beautiful, amazing, wonderful. I got so caught up in all these promises and "what was coming" that I couldn't hardly focus on today, my own personal issues that needed to be dealt with, or sin in my life. I just wanted my promises and I wanted them now. </span></b></div>
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Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-78847549269438534482019-09-01T22:59:00.001-07:002019-09-02T00:12:41.784-07:00From Impartation to a Psychiatric Nightmare- Part 5<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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In my <b><a href="https://www.themorethemessier.com/2019/08/how-nar-movement-almost-killed-my-son.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">last post</a></b> I asked the question, how did we get from a bible study, to impartations, and now a son in psychiatric care? How can something as simple as an impartation lead to this? What had I gotten myself into? Even more, how was I so easily deceived? Was it the flashing lights of signs and wonders? It was exciting and new!<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">One day to my horror we found out Chaz was transferred from Phoenix Children's to an unknown location. Even worse, he was transferred by police escort. My son was considered a danger even though he never laid a finger on anyone. Being he was 18, my hands felt tied. I remember it being late at night by the time I tracked him down. He was at an urgent psychiatric ward to stabilize him until they could find another place. I felt so helpless because he was an adult and all I had was Medical Power of Attorney. I desperately wanted him out of there but by this time he was so tormented and out of control, I didn't even know how we'd be able to handle it. </span></b><br />
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I grabbed my papers from the file and headed late at night to the ward. I'd do anything whether it was waiting outside the doors to sitting in the rain. Just to be as close as I could to Chaz. I saw a buzzer at the front door in a downtown building in a shady area and pressed the button. Thankfully, someone answered and said that Chaz was indeed there and they are just working to stabilize him. They PROMISED me that I could come at 7am when it opens and speak to a nurse about his care and they'd listen. I was happy with that and walked away exhausted, into my van, and drove home. I curled up in my bed and cried.<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">The next morning I waited with my legal documents by the front door and the second the door opened I was inside asking to speak to someone. A man came out who seemed compassionate, thank goodness, and spoke to me about how they are stabilizing him. To my amazement he told me they were IMMEDIATELY taking Chaz off the Zoloft. He asked me why in the world the hospital was keeping him on it being he showed every side effect possible. I replied, "thank you SO MUCH!" I knew he was in safe hands and hoped and prayed this was the answer. I knew it didn't answer everything but at least to emotionally stabilize him, I was grateful for that. He did alert me that this was a temporary place and eventually he'd have to transfer elsewhere. Well, my son may be 18 but at his state, he was extremely gullible. I hoped they wouldn't send him to an adult facility where he would be in danger by other patients. </span></b><br />
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Two days later the ward called and said it wasn't a good place for him and they'd probably be transferring him to another facility. I asked what he was doing wrong. He was offering to pray for people and share scripture with them. It was too invasive. What??? Yes, in his psychosis state he was a bit obsessive but he wasn't aggressive in anyway or hurting anyone. I looked up the facility and was horrified. It was one of the worst in the state and was not safe for him there. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">After that phone call I put my face into my blanket and screamed and cried at God. "Why, God?! Why??!!" I didn't want my kids to hear me sob. So I dried my eyes for the hundredth time.</span></b><br />
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I raced back to the facility to ask to speak to the nurses. Thankfully, this time two ladies sat down with me and asked a lot of questions. They were extremely compassionate and asked me to get guardianship of Chaz so I can choose a facility. They asked me where I DIDN'T want Chaz and I told them. They promised me they'd keep him away from there. Thank goodness! Oh, how I ached to give Chaz a hug but wasn't allowed to even see him while he was admitted there. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Eventually I got a call that he had been transferred and to my relief it was a beautiful facility and it was for month long care. Now, if only we can see a change in Chaz for the better as this place also agreed that Zoloft had been hurting Chaz. They said the longer Chaz was off of these meds, the better he'd get. Oh man, and we were praying. At this new facility they said I could come do an intake and be with Chaz for two hours. I raced there with his belongings, locked up my personal stuff in a locker, and anxiously waited in a white, blank room to see my him. Chaz came walking in a few minutes later and we held each other for a long time. Finally, I could see where Chaz was mentally and evaluate him myself. </span></b><br />
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Chaz was like a young child on psychosis. I could see he was better, much better, but still healing. He wanted to dance with me and hug a lot. He obsessively talked about the same subject over and over. We laughed and hugged together closely with a nurse in the room. She asked me many questions. I was horrified when she told me that Zoloft did so much damage to him that it could be permanent. We wouldn't really know until time showed us the changes. Would I ever have my Chaz back? Chaz was still seeing things and these were the SAME <span style="color: red;">BEINGS</span> as he was seeing in the other hospital. Okay, so it's not all psychosis that was causing this. He literally had a woman talking to him and she followed him to this place. Now I'm ticked because this demon was messing with my son's head big time. He was too weak physically, emotionally, and mentally to fight it. He was extremely confused. How and why was a woman named Elizabeth claiming to be his spirit wife and how was this door opened? I have picture evidence of this along with video but am not going share for Chaz's privacy. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">They brought in food for Chaz and the one area his brain was stuck on was his diet. He's always heard me talk about eating healthy and he absolutely refused to eat anything with carbs in it. Chaz was extremely skinny and I had to show him each item on his tray and what vitamins were in it. I also explained that some carbs are good, we just shouldn't eat in excess. The nurses had trouble getting him to eat but I told them to just do the same and he'll eat. When I left my heart broke being torn away from him again. My visiting time was up and I was told I could only see him on certain days within a certain time. Talking time on the phone was extremely limited but I always called him right on time to get every minute I could.</span></b><br />
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One night I got a call from the nurses that Chaz had to be given a shot. He had woken up to someone touching him and "violating him." I asked the nurse if she was absolutely sure that no one went into his room and touched him. She was offended and replied that there was a camera in the room and she saw nothing. Chaz was very angry and was pounding the walls. He knows for a FACT he was violated. Being there was video evidence nothing happened in the room, I knew it was spiritual. He later told me it's happened several times since but he now realizes what it was. We couldn't wait to get Chaz out so we could take him to the <a href="https://hardcorechristianity.com/arizona-deliverance-center/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Arizona Deliverance Center</a>. (Once he was out and taken to this place, he was delivered and has not seen Elizabeth since.)<br />
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Now, think about this. <span style="font-size: large;">Here is a picture of my son in his right mind, happy, playing sports with his dad not long before this all went down.</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Now imagine watching this normal, sweet boy go from fun, loving God, having spiritual gifts as described only in the bible, to attending an impartation and from THAT NIGHT on, a fast decline in health, metal health, and demonic gifts. Add a visual nightmare of seeing demons and hearing voices. How would you handle it when it's everywhere you look and people telling you, "Oh, this is normal and you're being attacked because you're doing something right. The devil is just mad." No, this is from opening ourselves up to a garbage counterfeit of the Holy Spirit and we no longer wanted any part of it.</span></b></div>
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I remember asking why God found so much favor with some people that they could literally ask God what to eat for lunch and He'd answer clearly. Why is it that I could never hear his voice as clearly as they could on tiny, simple matters? Almost like they were highly favored and I was just a deacon in the church with no spiritual gifts. I felt pretty low at times wondering why I could never have back and forth conversations like He was right next to me. Is my faith that low? Am I lacking as a Christian and they were just so much better? Okay, I know some people have gifts others don't but these long conversations and joking around with God in their head seemed strange to me. </div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">The day I realized what I had gotten into disappointed me greatly for so many reasons and almost SHATTERED my faith. Today I saw this quote and I realized why I so quickly fell into this new movement that's actually not really new. Satan just has a way of taking old tricks and tagging a new name on it. In every step of that bible study, to the impartation at Fresh Start Church with Nathan Morris, I should have had discernment. The bible is my instruction. But instead of looking into God's word, I took a shortcut and trusted a friend. Even after feeling a check in my heart.</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-weight: bold;">I've waited to write this post because I wanted it to be as accurate as possible because I wanted Chaz's input. He has been through so much and I know it was a nightmare for him. How he made it through is by the grace of God.</span><br />
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If you haven't read the previous blog posts you can read them here:</div>
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<a href="https://www.themorethemessier.com/2019/08/my-uneasy-experience-at-house-fire.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Part 1</a>- My Uneasy Experience at House Fire Ministries</div>
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<a href="https://www.themorethemessier.com/2019/08/what-happened-after-we-left-house-fire.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Part 2</a>- What Happened After We Left House Fire Ministries?</div>
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<a href="https://www.themorethemessier.com/2019/08/how-new-apostolic-reformation-movement.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Part 3</a>- How The New Apostolic Movement Affected My Son</div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">The night we were at </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/HOUSEFIREMINISTRIES/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">House Fire Ministries</span></a><span style="color: purple;"> my son asked God to open his eyes as to what he may have gotten himself involved in. He turned around and saw a huge demon hovering over the building. When I came to check on Chaz I could tell something was wrong but later he told me what he saw. This is when I decided I was going to do my own research. I also prayed and asked God to open my eyes. Did I have things in the house that didn't belong? Did I have people in my life that are involved in some really bad stuff? I asked God and He answered. I began to look at preachers I was listening to online, reading on facebook, and movies I was watching. Little did I know that I had completely become saturated in my thinking and beliefs by people in the New Apostolic Reformation Movement. But that's gonna be saved for another post. </span></b></div>
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To my horror, I began to watch my son decline before my eyes. He wasn't eating, wasn't sleeping, and he had horrendous panic attacks. I was about to go on a missionary trip to Guatemala and Chaz's ticket was completely paid for. $1,700 per person. In fact, he was the first person I made sure was covered because he absolutely loves missions and he had gone before. I was also taking 5 other teens and kids in my family. I contacted Mike from <a href="https://hardcorechristianity.com/arizona-deliverance-center/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">The Arizona Deliverance Center</a> and asked his opinion if I should take Chaz on the Guatemala trip and he said NO. Chaz had opened himself up to something and whatever it was, it was tormenting him physically, mentally, and emotionally. </div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">After the night of the impartation by Nathan Morris at Fresh Start Church, Chaz was not only able to form a fireball of sorts in his hands, he was now hearing voices that were NOT from God. Even more, he began to see demons. I mean, straight up terrifying demons. They talked to him, tormented his thoughts and visually scared him very bad. Chaz told me that he felt he was about to have a breakdown. Hmmmm, how serious was he about this? I could see on his face that sweet, kind Chaz wasn't kidding. The part that breaks my heart the most is that he was sleeping alone and I had NO idea must HOW badly he was tormented. </span></b></div>
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At this point Chaz was sleeping 2 hours a night. The day we were packing to head to Guatemala for 8 days, we went ahead and packed Chaz's stuff. However, while I was packing in my room in the middle of the night, I came back an hour later to talk to Chaz. He was laying in his bed with the most terrifying look in his eyes and staring straight upwards. I walked in and asked him what was wrong. He had very shallow breathing, his face was gaunt, and he was frozen. He couldn't answer me and I began to panic. Finally he whispered to me that he was being choked and if I hadn't walked in he may have died. I believed it because his face was white and I had never seen him looking like that before.</div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I thought Chaz was in severe danger and I grabbed him to rush to the hospital. Right then and there I not only canceled him going on the trip, but since I had only an hour till I had to leave for the place, I was gonna cancel my trip as well. Chaz began to cry because he wanted to go to Guatemala SO BAD. My husband recognized it was a severe panic attack and helped him calm down. Chaz was seeing so many demons that it was literally traumatizing him and he began to spiral faster than we could figure out how to help. I had figured out we had gotten involved in some bad stuff with the impartations and we all had already repented and renounced our involvement. But Chaz wasn't being left alone. </span></b></div>
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Chaz came with us to the airport to see us off to Guatemala and we heartbreakingly left him behind. My heart broke as my plane pulled away from my son but I knew he was in great care with his dad. I sobbed all the way through take off as the plane took me further and further away from him. I needed to be with my kids on the mission trip but I knew Chaz also needed me. It hurt so bad to leave the one teen who's heart has always been for missions. </div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">As soon as I got to the place we were staying at in a different country I called my husband. I called every night to get a report after spending an exhausting day outreaching, praying for people, and giving out food. When I called every night Charles told me Chaz was sleeping in the room with him and sobbing and sobbing. He basically was immovable like he was a paraplegic, He could not care for himself at all and Charles had to spoon feed him. At one point Charles took him to the deliverance center, they prayed for him, and Chaz did well for a few days. In fact, he was able to walk and feed himself. Slowly as each day went on, he was bed ridden again.</span></b></div>
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When I got back from the trip I immediately took Chaz to see his primary doctor. She put him on Zoloft for anxiety and I was excited to at least watch him slowly come back to normal. At least I thought. There is just one problem. There is a 5% chance that Zoloft can push people into phychosis. Chaz was that small percentage.</div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Chaz not only was being spoon fed, he was choking on his food. I was feeding him noodles and it should have been easy for him to eat. He couldn't even eat that. I looked at his skinny frame and gaunt face and knew it was time to take him to the hospital. I scooped him up since he was basically too stiff to move. I raced him to the Phoenix Children's Hospital and had him seen by the ER. They knew he needed to be admitted. His weight had gone from a 55 percentile down to 2. TWO percentile. He was crying and grabbing his throat and was having to use a wheelchair. I was relieved Chaz was at least going to get a feeding tube if needed. I showed the doctors Chaz's meds which was Zoloft. I had not figured out yet that the meds were about to take him from panic attacks to full on psychosis. Once admitted, it went downhill even more.</span></b></div>
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The staff at Phoenix Children's said that the Zoloft isn't working so they wanted to double it. At that point I decided to look up Zoloft and saw that Chaz had every single adverse reaction listed as a warning on their site. I showed the doctor there and not only did he ignore me, he mentioned doubling it and added Chlonodine. Within a couple days of being admitted, which I hoped was to get a feeding tube and at least keep him alive, he was manic. </div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">By now, Chaz was talking to things we couldn't see, his hallucinations were out of control. He could feel things touching him all over his body and felt things wrapping around his legs and hips. It would squeeze TIGHT anytime Chaz mentioned scripture. At night Chaz would scream and scream. He was so starving and so hungry but couldn't eat. I begged for a feeding tube if we couldn't get him to eat. But his psychosis became so severe that he could hardly be managed by staff. At one point Chaz kicked me out of his room. He was tormented in the shower, in the bathroom, in his bed, and in his sleep. I would take care of the kids in the day at home and sit by Chaz's side at night in the hospital. </span></b></div>
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By the time Chaz was in the hospital for a week he was so bad that he couldn't sleep and was begging for no-one to touch him. The worst night made me sob was when he was dark in the room and his body was being squeezed so tightly that he screamed and screamed. He couldn't even use the restroom and lost it all. That was the night that I felt I was losing him. The staff and everyone was at a loss and no one would listen to me that that Zoloft was making things a thousand times worse. When Chaz finally fell asleep peacefully early morning, I was so relieved he made it. But inside I was grieving. </div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">The next morning Chaz woke up with the most peaceful look on his face. He was smiling and asked if he could talk to me about something that happened. He said he met God the night before. God gave him a choice to go with Him or stay with family. Chaz said it was so peaceful and he wanted to go with God. However, he chose to stay with family and made his choice clear. Just looking at Chaz and the peace on his face, I knew he meant every word. The night before I was grieving because I felt that Chaz was dying. I held Chaz's hand in relief that he was still with me. I love him so much. My heart hurt so bad but I always tried to stay strong and not show my sadness. This peaceful state was only for a short time.</span></b></div>
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At one point was Chaz was manic and pacing, he stopped suddenly, walked over to me and looked into my eyes. With a very heartfelt voice he asked me, "Mom, why do you have so much grief and sorrow?" My eyes began to tear as I stared back into his eyes. I gulped and willed my tears to go back and replied, "I'm okay, Chaz." Nothing hurts worse that watching your own child suffer.</div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Since Chaz was 18 I was not allowed to force the doctors to take him off of the Zoloft medication. I began to pray and ask God to let Chaz have a clear enough moment for me to sign a medical power of attorney. The nurses assured me that if I had this, I can have him taken on the very meds that were hurting him. By this time Chaz was completely manic and I rarely saw a clear moment. One time as I sat next to him, he had obvious clarity. It was the morning he woke up and said he had met God. I begged the nurse to run and get the papers for Chaz to sign and a notary. Within 15 minutes they came and Chaz signed. I felt like falling to the floor in relief and was so grateful because from that point on, Chaz was never as clear minded as that. </span></b></div>
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As soon as I brought the papers to the doctor he said, "It's no longer a medical thing but a mental thing. The papers mean nothing." I was floored! I felt defeated and lost. My son, the boy cared for from birth and the one I fought for in every situation now was in a situation where I couldn't protect him. Not even he had a chance to fight for himself because his brain was held captive by meds that messed with his mind and other things that were even beyond that. </div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">It's never fun to watch staff rush to your son and hold him down with a shot to put him to sleep. This began to happen night after night as he was lost further and further into psychosis. He was NOT the boy I brought into the hospital initially. Each morning, around 5am I'd leave the hospital in defeat. I'd hug him goodbye, walk tiredly to the elevator, and along the the long white hallway to the exit. As soon as I got into my large 15 passenger van I'd weep for my son.</span></b></div>
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One day I came back to see Chaz and his bed was empty. New white sheets, fresh towels, blankets. No Chaz. I had no idea where Phoenix Children's had sent him and went into full blown panic in my heart. Where was my son? I yelled over the phone to the nurse and she said he had been escorted BY POLICE to a phychiatric facility somewhere in Arizona. I waited impatiently by my phone to find out where. I didn't care what time it was, where it was, or if they'd let me in to see him. I'd do anything to be as close to him as I could get.</div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">How did we get from a bible study, to an impartation, to seeing and hearing demons, to seeking out meds for anxiety, to full blown psychosis, and now a police escort away from a hospital? This was a nightmare I wish I had never gotten myself or my family into. </span></b></div>
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Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-11809838519751800122019-08-23T00:05:00.001-07:002019-08-29T22:58:34.058-07:00How the New Apostolic Reformation Movement Affected My Son -Part 3<span style="caret-color: rgb(128, 0, 128);">If you haven't read my first two blogs on this subject to get caught up here are the links. <b><a href="https://www.themorethemessier.com/2019/08/my-uneasy-experience-at-house-fire.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Part 1</a></b> and <b><a href="https://www.themorethemessier.com/2019/08/what-happened-after-we-left-house-fire.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Part 2</a></b>.</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I don't even know where to start. I've shed many, many tears over what happened to my son. I can't 100% blame the NAR movement on my son but a GOOD 90% I can. Is the title exaggerated? It it putting full blame on them? Here is the first part to Chaz's story.</span></b><br />
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When we first went to the <span style="color: red;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/HOUSEFIREMINISTRIES/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">House Fire Ministries</a></span> bible study what really made it stand out was the prophesies. I mean, anyone you invited would get a prophesy, it didn't matter if you brought 10 people. Most of everyone would walk out with one. Well, that's neat because in my 40 year lifetime I had maybe received 5. One of them saved my life because it was a warning. But I could get 5 within one night. That was pretty cool. I can't judge whether or not those prophesies were from God but the story continues. Chaz also got prophesies that night about what a tender heart for God he has and that he is gonna travel the world. How God is really gonna use him. Both of our words went on for quite awhile and we left super excited about what God was gonna do. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">When we went home I couldn't wait to tell my husband everything Chaz and I were told. In my prophesy I was told God is going to use our whole family for ministry. Well, cool. I've always wanted that. I do foster care. I have 9 kids of my own and we are about to adopt 4. My dream has always been to help children somehow. God could use our whole family? Yes! Even better. I loved my current church and this felt like my life was gonna go from a crawling pace to running. It got me excited.</span></b> <br />
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A week later my husband went while I was at work and took the rest of the kids. Everyone got a word again. But you know, there were "some" accurate words of knowledge and some were iffy. My husband left really encouraged and we decided that we were going to go regularly. I asked my job if I could get Friday nights off and to my surprise they approved it! Since we had such a large family we would alternate who went till eventually we decided to go all together. I did notice that all the kids there made Sumi very nervous and I don't blame her because the kids almost outnumbered the adults. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I invited my best friends to come and they brought their kids. They all got words too! This was turning into a regular thing. Long praise and worship, short bible study series, and then long prayer service. It would easily go 3 hours. Sometimes even 4 hours. As the bible study grew, my kids started to play roles in helping out. Chaz helped with prayer but what they didn't know is Chaz had already been a teen that gave words of knowledge. He had always been very sensitive and a heart after Christ. Chaz would always pray for people and was on the prayer team at church. He was a prayer warrior! Unfortunately, Chaz is also a teen with high functioning autism and can be a bit gullible. One time I mentioned to Sumi that I loved how Chaz would be able to pray for others like that and Sumi said, "yes, because we activated his gift." What? I stopped for a second because I had never heard that phrase before. I didn't feel like Chaz had anything "activated" because he already gave words of knowledge before and was such an encourager. In fact, being in this movement taught me a whole new terminology like "birthing, activating, impartation, equipping, ect."</span></b><br />
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After Chaz was prayed for that night I noticed he started getting confused. Before, he didn't give words left and right. He would pray for people that were on his heart and sometimes would understand what they're going through because God showed him, but it wasn't allllll the time. After being prayed for at the bible study I noticed the confusion he started to experience and was even giving inaccurate words people. He started to hear other voices that weren't there before. My sweet Chaz would get embarrassed because he would say something completely off. We shrugged it off because Tony would tell him that God was just "fine tuning" his gifting. </div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">In February Tony and Sumi told us about one of their favorite preachers. His name was Nathan Morris and he was having a revival at Fresh Start Church. We trusted our bible study leaders so we went. Sumi even told us that we needed to come early because people will RUSH, even run to their seats to be up front. I though that was odd but just figured people were so excited to hear from God. I was pretty sure I could hear from God anywhere in the sanctuary so we settled for the middle-back. The song service rocked pretty loud and people were dancing and jumping everywhere. I had never seen anything like it. </span></b></div>
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We sat down to listen to Nathan Morris and to our surprise it was <span style="color: red;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/LydiaSMarrow/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Lydia S Marrow</a></span>. I had grew up knowing what the bible says about women preaching but Sumi assured me that night that the bible doesn't mean it literally, that women should preach. So I sat down and listened to all her funny stories and thoughts on life. I didn't really get much out of it. We figured we'd come back the next night to hear Nathan Morris. </div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">The next night and I believe the night after we went to hear Nathan Morris. He told many stories about being saved out of the Brownsville Revival back in the 90's. UH OH. My stomach dropped. I very much know what that revival was all about and it wasn't good at all. But hey, I kept listening but that was a red flag. He told many stories about himself and all the amazing things God is doing. On the last night Sumi said he was gonna do an impartation line and everyone in the church, including the kids in nursery, was gonna go through it. What the heck was that? I had no idea. I just trusted Tony and Sumi and went through it. A looooooong line was formed and people were eager. In fact, the only way I can describe it is by showing you myself. This is the exact night and we went through this line.....Okay, while going to get this video, just watching it for a few seconds to get it ready to show you, I had the worst feeling in my body. I began to slightly shake watching it. But I want you to see. This is his entire sermon that night but if you want to see what an impartation is start at </span><span style="color: red;">1:20:20</span><span style="color: purple;">. He doesn't really pray, he just lays hands on people and they fall. He blew a very small amount on my husband yet my husband felt strong wind go up his nose and down his throat. He had his eyes closed so he thought it was done on purpose. I had to tell him he just did a tiny breath on him so that was something else he felt. </span></b></div>
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This is the night things went from strange to worse for my 18 year old son Chaz. As we were on our way home Chaz exclaimed loudly that he could FORM A FIREBALL in his hands. I looked at him strangely and thought that was odd until I heard Kaylene and him talking, Chaz showing her his trick, and her exclaiming that she felt it. She was freaking out and excited. Hmmmm, I had never heard of this before and it sound pretty cool. He could do this on demand. How come Chaz can do all the cool stuff? He did this alllll the way home and could hardly sleep. Now Chaz could touch people and they felt things but it's hard to explain. </div>
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Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-42293617992518673322019-08-21T09:48:00.003-07:002019-09-06T12:44:57.980-07:00What Happened After We Left House Fire Ministries? Part 2<span style="caret-color: rgb(128, 0, 128);">If you haven't read my first post about how we fell into a false movement, here it is. <b><span style="color: red;"><a href="https://www.themorethemessier.com/2019/08/my-uneasy-experience-at-house-fire.html" target="_blank">My Uneasy Experience at House Fire Ministries</a></span></b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">After we decided to walk away from House Fire Ministries there was definitely a sadness in our home. We were so excited to help start something new. I was disappointed in myself for not first talking to my pastor to get some insight and cautions, but mostly the fact that I didn't PRAY FIRST. I had even felt a check in my heart about going and that they were rushing things but I ignored it. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">One thing I learned the hard way, you don't have to accept any prophesy given and to test it to the Word of God. Satan knows personal things about us too and often what can reel us in is that they are able to say personal things about our life which is called a word of knowledge. I'm not saying anything I was told in the beginning was bad. Honestly, I thought the beginning of our experience when House Fire Ministries was a bible study was GREAT. It was warm, welcoming, ect. I don't know if it started out great and later changes creeped in, or if I was deceived to begin with. God is the judge on that. I DO know that once the bible study was moved to a building, I began to receive and hear false prophesies that DID NOT match up to scripture. In fact, it fed to my ego and pride. At first I fell hook, line, and sinker but once God opened my eyes I realized that it was a tactic of Satan and it was like bait in front of me. </span></b></div>
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I remember the day my eyes were opened and that Friday night was coming where I had to be at House Fire Ministries. I was to watch kiddos there because I was in charge of the kids ministry. And man, I had an amazing setup that I spent lots of money on and many, many hours of planning. I was dreading going but still kind of testing the water. I knew I needed to leave but it was going to be a test to see if I still felt checked in my heart. This was after my son saw a demon hovering over the building and another lady saying she felt a demon crawling about in the service. I DEFINITELY felt different when I showed up that Friday night. My heart was CHECKED big time. I couldn't ignore it. In fact, I ordered all my kids and teens to stay with me in the kids area except for Ryan because he did set up and tear down. By the time service was done I cleaned the kids area one last time, looked around, and knew that was my last time. I couldn't get out of there fast enough and grabbed my kids to leave quickly. It's hard to explain. I just knew this was not where God wanted me. </div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Two days later we were back at our Sunday church and I remember when I walked in how CLEAN it felt. I noticed how many scriptures my pastor put in his messages, his sermon made sense and matched up to scripture, the songs felt clean, there was order. I felt SAFE. I knew I was right back to where God wanted us. Where we had been growing for the last 6 years. (This is the church House Fires says isn't on fire for God.)</span></b></div>
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My husband called the House Fire Ministries leader to talk to the husband but eventually the wife got on the line and wanted to weigh in. When talking to Tony it was sensible and calm but things turned way more stressful when Sumi got on the line. It went from just discussing things to a more heated conversation. We noticed words being used like, "touch not God's anointed," and other phrases to try and convince us we had no right to question their headship. This is worrisome because it's always a bad sign in cults when you can't question anything. Especially if what they believe can't be backed up by scripture or scripture that is used is way out of context. </div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>All of our kids and teens were relieved to be staying at our home church. So was I. But we had one son who wanted to stay at House Fire Ministries and it's MAINLY because he felt so needed and he loves to be needed. He's very, very dedicated and didn't want to leave them hanging. I allowed him to go a couple more times to show them how to set up and tear down and also told him that when he's 18 he can decide what he wants. That gave me 4 months to hope and pray he would see what we were seeing clearly. 4 months for him to be out of the fog of deception and see things from the outside. He had fully planned on attending right up till his birthday and thank goodness, last minute he saw clearly. Praise God!</b></span></div>
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Because we left we had lost our friendships there, which is so sad because we were growing close. The few people we were friends with there were polite after we left and gracious (except the leaders) but some of their posts on facebook and constant prophesies were hard to stomach so I eventually had to unfollow. I knew it wasn't right and I didn't want to fall back into it. Also, if you really pay attention you'll notice false prophets want constant attention and post a lot about all the trials they are going through because of their special relationship with God. Oftentimes it'll make others wonder why God won't do the same for them. I know I felt less than as a Christian because I didn't "have words dropped in my spirit" several times a day. I prayed, read my bible, wrote journals to Jesus, but never came close to hearing constant prophesies in my head and when I was in the movement, people could drop prophesies left and right. Like it was common and easy. I felt like the odd person out because I couldn't do that.</div>
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<span style="color: #4d4b4c; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;">When I discovered this book, I had two main thoughts. First, I was pleased to find a resource to explain the vast array of</span><span style="color: #4d4b4c; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"> </span><acronym style="border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; caret-color: rgb(77, 75, 76); color: #4d4b4c; cursor: help; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;" title="New Apostolic Reformation">NAR</acronym><span style="color: #4d4b4c; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="color: #4d4b4c; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;">terms–terms that can be baffling to people who are not closely acquainted with</span><span style="color: #4d4b4c; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"> </span><acronym style="border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; caret-color: rgb(77, 75, 76); color: #4d4b4c; cursor: help; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;" title="New Apostolic Reformation">NAR</acronym><span style="color: #4d4b4c; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="color: #4d4b4c; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;">teachings. Second, I recalled a wise caution I had read by a seminary professor named Andrew Jackson. The caution was about the dangers of Christian movements using “insider language” and was printed in</span><span style="color: #4d4b4c; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"> </span><a href="http://www.equip.org/articles/forerunner-eschatology/" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-width: 0px 0px 1px; caret-color: rgb(77, 75, 76); color: #006699; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">an article</a><span style="color: #4d4b4c; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="color: #4d4b4c; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;">Jackson wrote, titled “Forerunner Eschatology,” which critiques the end-time teachings of Mike Bickle, founder of the International House of Prayer in Kansas City, Missouri (an</span><span style="color: #4d4b4c; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"> </span><acronym style="border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; caret-color: rgb(77, 75, 76); color: #4d4b4c; cursor: help; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;" title="New Apostolic Reformation">NAR</acronym><span style="color: #4d4b4c; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;">organization). Jackson wrote:</span></div>
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Late last year a friend invited us to her <span style="color: red;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/HOUSEFIREMINISTRIES/?ref=br_tf&epa=SEARCH_BOX" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">bible study at her house</a></span>. I didn't have work so I figured I'd give it a chance. I brought my son Chaz along with me because he loves bible studies. It was a 45 minute drive from our house. When we got there they were very welcoming and it was a nice environment. Mostly my friend would do the study or her and her husband would take turns. We spent a long time in worship which was nice. It did drag out for a bit and it tended to be the same songs often. It was still pretty relaxing. <br />
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One day Tony and Sumi sit us down and tell us they'd like us to help build their new church. This wasn't going to be a bible study anymore. It was going to be their church. The only problem with it is it was a borrowed building and..... eventually it'd switch to Sundays. Gulp. I don't know. With the excitement of helping to start something new, without any prayer at all our family said yes. We met them at a McDonalds and all decided our roles. I loved being a photographer and loved taking photos and making videos from them. Finally, for once, I wasn't only thought of to watch kids in nursery. That's pretty much all I did since I was 20 years old. I was excited to catch a break. I was already watching children some Sundays in my current church. During the meeting Sumi and Tony asked me to be the children's director and someone else was gonna take the photographer position. Okay, I wanted to be a servant and so maybe it was meant for me to always serve with kids. I tried to swallow my sadness and just go with it. After all, if this is of God, maybe I just need to follow and fulfill that position without complaint. And I did. In reality, we're servants of Christ, I didn't want to be selfish.<br />
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Towards the end of the bible studies Tony and Sumi invited us to attend a revival with Nathan Morris at Fresh Start Church in Peoria. It was very strange and definitely for a later post with lots of scripture and explaining. The songs were rocking and very much like a very loud concert. It was actually very much to my liking, if I were at a concert. After the sermon, which I didn't really learn anything, just mostly heard about his experiences, Nathan Morris did an impartation. I had NEVER heard of this but Sumi said it was awesome. Gullibly, I got in the very long line and went through it to have Nathan Morris "impart" his spirit or God's spirit onto me. Not sure exactly what he was trying to do. He didn't say anything. He just laid his hands on people or blew on them and they all fell down. 95% of the people fell. Not me, thank goodness. But I felt a little heart flip, that's it. No one in my family fell except for two. We are a large family so thank goodness we were the 5% that didn't fall. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">After we left my son Chaz was in the van and started exclaiming that he could form a fireball in his hands. He would actually feel it and touch people with it. My daughter felt it and freaked out excitedly. We were amazed at this new ability he had without even questioning. My son Chaz has a very tender heart for God and could oftentimes speak into people's lives. We thought it was pretty neat and went 3 times. The whole revival weekend. </span></b><br />
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I have to admit that after experience a room full of people at House Fires who could supposedly prophesy and read people, and now this impartation, my church was feeling a tad boring to me. My whole family felt that way actually. As time went on Chaz was beginning to feel things.<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">By now the bible study was now moving into the building that was being borrowed from another business. We began to show up with things here and there and offer our help. We were getting closer and closer to the deadline of the grand opening. I am an observer and listen to people carefully. One thing that really stood out to my husband and I was the complaining about the building and nursery not being built fast enough. I thought that was a bit odd being they were there rent free, in fact, the owner paid their fees to incorporate their name House Fire Ministries. I was happy to just be there and excited for what God was going to do in this new found church on Fridays. </span></b><br />
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I was getting a bit nervous about the nursery because although they were getting donations coming in, I didn't have what I needed for the nursery. I had to care for infant through 12 years old. That's a wide range of kids with nothing to do and their services went LONG. We had to use a large room that was very hot and had a huge echo. Although I heard more complaints from others, again I didn't care because it was a free facility. Because the deadline was getting so close I began to buy things I needed. I had been doing nursery for 20 years and knew exactly what was needed. Thankfully, while I was buying stuff, people started to donate. When Sumi asked what I needed, often she would look surprised when I gave her the list. Which is okay, she probably had a TON of stuff on her plate. I knew that I wasn't there just to babysit and needed to actually teach a lesson. Because the date was getting closer and closer I ended up just spending $700 of my own money to make sure we could have lessons and plenty of stuff to do for all ages. Sumi at one time suggested that I pretty much needed snacks and they'd be good. Hahahahahahahaha....no way. Thankfully, she eventually bought a changing table and a rug. I brought the fun. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Thankfully, because I have so many teens I knew I would implement their help because I don't automatically trust just anyone to watch people's kids. Including mine. The church eventually had it's grand opening and I had hoped people enjoyed it because I knew I wouldn't be seeing a service for a very long time. We had a guest speaker Dennis Reanier. It was for 2 nights. The first couple nights for me was as disaster. The room had such a bad echo the kids couldn't hear their lessons and a lot of the new kids were very naughty. That's okay. But I was exhausted after day one. I had to do another. By the second one I was a tad discouraged. I wondered if I'd eventually get a break after so many Fridays. Sumi soon texted me a number of a lady that wanted to do nursery. I texted back, that's great! I asked how long she's known her. "What do you mean? I just met her tonight." Um, no. I'm not gonna have her watch all these kids when we know nothing about her. I saved the number for a future date and got a few more like that. I figured I'd watch them over time, build a casual friendship, and see if I would trust them a bit. After all, parents are looking to me to protect their kids. </span></b><br />
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I didn't feel this way when the church was a bible study in San tan valley, but once it became a "church" in Tempe, I began to feel an unrest in my spirit. I didn't feel the same excitement, the same gratefulness, and I didn't feel His presence. In fact, it fell flat every Friday. I would even watch people walk out, shake their heads, and say, "I thought I was gonna hear from God." I don't know why or what changed once it moved buildings but I had my thoughts on it. Sometimes we get so excited to be used by God we jump the gun and move ahead of Him. Just because an offer comes doesn't mean it's God's will. I also began to notice subtle character issues. Because the owner had to put the expensive lounge chairs up, at the end of the night we had to put them back down for him. One night as we were helping to clean up Sumi said, "I don't think we should have to put these chairs down. I mean, Jeremy doesn't put them up for us for our services." I stared at her blankly and got quiet, wondering if I heard that right. Of course we should put them back down. Jeremy was letting us use the place for free. As a gift. We should do everything in our power to put everything back the way it was. in fact, I made sure to clean my nursery area and sanitize everything every time. Jeremy needed that area for his client's kids to play. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">One Friday (beginning of April 2019) I was just really feeling something was off in the building and walked outside. To my surprise Chaz was in the parking lot. He was feeling the same way so he left. But he had a strange look on his face and I made a note to ask him later what happened. Chaz told me that he also felt in his spirit that something was off so he went outside. He asked God to open his eyes to see what he had gotten involved in. He turned to look at the building and saw a huge demon hovering over the building. It shocked him to the core and he was full of fear. This was the look I saw. I thought Chaz was okay but this is when his horror began. In fact, a friend who also attends (and still does) said she felt some things off too in the service that night. </span></b><br />
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Once Chaz went home he was now seeing demons in his room and could explain them in detail. Not only that, he began to hear voices. Instead of only hearing from God like he used to, he was now hearing other stuff that was completely off and he began to get very confused. In fact, that confusion didn't began till we began the bible study and he was prayed for. The seeing demons was completely new. I asked God to show me what we opened ourselves up to and HE DID. It was like the blinders came off and it explained everything. A lot of the preachers that were invited as guest were a part of the new Apostolic Reformation movement. I began to do some major digging. Sumi told me she once was a <a href="http://som.cftn.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><b>part of a church</b></a> which I noticed offers prophesy schools. Okay, so I dug some more. What are prophesy schools? People think that prophets can be cranked out just like that? What? Do prophets still exists? Yes but......According to some churches, anyone can be a prophet, and at the end of their training, they can have impartations done from leaders above them. <br />
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I noticed Sumi using a lot of words like "activate, birthing" that are a classic NAR (New Apostolic Reformation) type of talking. When I told Sumi that Chaz was really starting to step out she said yes, because we activated his ministry when we prayed for him. Not really. Chaz had always been able to speak to people to the heart with knowledge from God. Not until the bible study did he start to seem confused. Especially since the Nathan Morris impartation. The more I studied I began to notice how many women at the church were able to prophesy and would sometimes say really odd things, almost like they'd get their own thoughts confused with thoughts from God. I did some study work and read that this is a common practice in prophesy schools. Our thoughts are often God thoughts and they'd teach how to tune in. I mean, it can be cool, but a school that cranks out prophets? It seems a tad odd. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I also began to notice people saying strange things like how they saw angels in the church. In fact, Sumi said that someone prophesied to her that God was going to use House Fire to usher in the bride of Christ. What? That doesn't make any sense since all Christians are the bride of Christ. I'll let you read for yourself. Which, by the way, seeing angels is also a common thing in NAR churches. There are lots of emphasis on signs and wonders, self promotion, and less and less on Jesus. I began to see this and felt SO CHECKED in my spirit that I decided to take a break. I was hurt and confused. Why was our family really starting to struggle mentally, physically, spiritually? I was told it was because we were up against a big enemy. Or were we? This is why I needed a break and informed Tony and Sumi I needed a short break to clear my head. I didn't care that I was walking away from the children's ministry. That's great I had my own ministry and all, but my family comes first. </span></b><br />
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What I saw was angels appear on each side of the church as I was facing the stage we were all praying in the spirit in speech and song. There was thread coming from the Throneroom and the angels pulled on the thread and began creating a bridal train. It kept coming and coming from the throne I heard the Lord say "NEVER ENDING BRIDAL TRAIN." (the bride is eternal) it was beautiful they kept pulling and pulling. Then I saw a bride in the middle isle she was like 20 ft tall she stood strong and ready. The Lord began to show me her veil, it was adorned with diamonds, ruby, sapphire, even pearls. There was gold thread intertwined into the lace and the veil was split down the middle I saw both her eyes looking forward directly at the Lord. He said to me "MY BRIDE CAN SEE ME" Because the veil has been torn. He said to me "I THE LORD WAS TORN SO MY BRIDE COULD SEE ME" the Lord continued to say "MY BRIDE IS HERE! HERE IN THIS PLACE." What I knew was God was preparing the body of Christ Here in this place to be the spotless bride. The bride who is mature and ready.</span><span style="color: red;"> I KNEW HE HAS ANOINTED HOUSE FIRE MINISTRIES TO BE THE PLATFORM FOR THIS</span><span color="rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.498039)">
God bless you all. Holy Spirit is all over me right now again as I wrote this out. Double portion I say. In the love of Christ, Alistair"</span></span></span></span><br />
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Very quickly I got a bad feeling from Tony and Sumi and decided to just talk to them in person. My son Ryan was still going. By the time I had decided to talk to them I had done hours upon hours upon hours, and days of study work. I was SURE that I had walked into something that was not of God. But what happened at the bible study? Was that bad too? To this day I have no idea. I felt so different when it was there. I don't know if it's just that they were so eager to have their own church they rushed into things, invited NAR preachers unknowingly, or if I was just blind from the beginning. To be honest, that is between them and God. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: purple;">I do know that the night I went to pick up my son and decided to take that chance to talk to them, it did not go well. They were instantly fired up and very, very defensive. They couldn't bring any bible scriptures to mind except for two that was wildly misquoted. One was "Touch not God's anointed" and the other was way, way out of context. So we were never going to be allowed to question anything? Uh oh, what had I gotten involved in? Sumi considered herself a pastor and we weren't allowed to ask questions or disagree. That sent a red flag. Sumi also said I had been talking trash. Um, who? I had 2 close friends I went to for help because I was confused. I certainly hadn't spread anything because I had planned on going back up until that day! The animosity was so obvious and I haven't even left yet. They couldn't give me any scriptures for some of their beliefs that weren't biblical and the little bit that Tony gave me was confusing. Like the sermons, he'd go in circles around you and you'd leave feeling confused. After this adventure I have become a firm believer that pastors should hold some form of pastoral degree. I was tired of hearing scriptures misquoted and taken out of context in order to be used for just anything. I cannot trust my family in the care of a man (or woman) that doesn't understand the importance of keeping scriptures in context. Especially if you're only able to quote bits and pieces for personal gain. </span></b><br />
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I had planned on allowing Ryan to keep going but because I was treated so poorly in the parking lot for just needing a break, I quickly let Ryan know he will not be allowed to go till he is 18. He was used heavily for set up and tear down. He ran a lot of things there. He felt SO BAD walking away from them. He loved feeling needed and I knew that's what Ryan loved the most, along with his relationship with them. Ryan keeps his promises and he's dedicated. It killed him to leave Tony hanging. Time went on and Ryan began to notice they stopped writing him or asking how he's doing. When I asked if he was gonna go back when he's 18, he said probably not for that reason. Was he loved for the work he gave? Also, he saw that just because I didn't want to attend there, I was pretty much dropped as a friend. I wouldn't say shunned because they stayed my facebook friend, but it was like I didn't matter anymore. I had heard the same from others. Do we love people only if they agree with us? Can't Christians disagree and still be friends? Or are we friends because of what we can do for someone? I've battled this my entire adult life, feeling like I've been used for services for others and this wasn't gonna be another one.<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Once Ryan turned 18 he decided he wasn't going back because he had seen enough rudeness in texts from Tony and Sumi. If they were gonna be disrespectful to his family, he didn't want to support it. I had been shunned before by friends for leaving a church, this time it was too much to be treated like this again. </span></b><br />
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As time went on I began to hunt through emails and facebook messages that had been sent to me. I had gotten prophesies sent to me from people I didn't even know. I looked CLOSER and noticed that much of it was a focus on me. ME, ME, ME. How much God was gonna use me. I would become famous, well known, newspaper material. Basically PRIDE. Who is the king of pride? Who is the prince of lies? Satan. He appeals to our ego, our flesh. Most of the prophesies coming at me were feeding my ego. I accepted that prophesy and opened myself up to demonic forces. This could explain what happened to House Fire Ministries when Sumi accepted the prophesy about God using House Fire to usher in the bride of Christ. That was an obvious false prophesy that needed to be judged and it wasn't. Was this why my family felt no presence of God even felt an evil presence? Was this why it fell so flat? Some questions are still not answered but many were with scriptures. When I would ask Sumi a question and ask her for scripture she would reply "don't put God in a box."<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I remember walking back into my church in Chandler after this experience and just feeling such a clean feeling. It was such a relief that we hadn't left. I wanted to run up and give my pastor a big hug for sticking to scripture and not being led by emotion or fame. It felt so clean in the worship, in the preaching, and I felt God's presence. I was no longer deceived and I saw clearly. I felt like we were saved just in time from falling into a huge trap of deception. </span></b><br />
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However, once we fall into deception, it's a battle getting out. There is just so much to the story that I'll have to tell in pieces. Chaz kept declining and declining. In fact, he's still paying the price and that'll be a separate blog story. I would also like to touch on Nathan Morris and Fresh Start Church and that experience. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">To keep it simple I will quote what my pastor always says. PRAY FIRST. Don't do what we did and move without clearly knowing it's of God. If we had taken his advice we wouldn't be paying the price now. I DID NOT write this to trash talk anyone. In fact, we left back in April and it's now Almost September. We waited and waited but I feel like I need to warn others. I don't feel it's too late for anyone and they still have a chance to turn things around. WE ALL DO. I am super grateful Sumi reached out to me and I miss the little bit of friendship that we had. It was sad that beliefs can tear apart friends. I originally was NEVER going to say a word but because the disrespect continues, now I know I need to share. No one should be treated bad for leaving a church. I've gone through this too many times. Animosity or shunning people never make people want to come back. Anyway, this is my experience and I hope to save someone else from falling into any form of NAR movement. Not fun and we've paid heavily.</span></b><br />
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When we first got there, there was a celebration of some sorts and fireworks would pop off at random all day long and even throughout the night. It was crazy and so loud you'd jump every time. It was very hard to get used to but eventually we did. Haha. I almost spilled my coffee several times.</div>
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The itinerary was full and we needed our rest for long days ahead. But oh, were we in for a culture shock, at least for us newbies. We woke up, prayed and read our bibles alone in the quiet, ate breakfast (Keto had to go out the window because you're grateful for what food you're given), pack our own lunch. We had to bring with us our own peanut butter and jelly and they provided the bread. We weren't gonna be eating anywhere in Guatemala or drinking the water there. Every day for lunch we had to make our own peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Grab a small bag of chips and a dessert of some sort. We were to fill up our water bottles from blue bins only provided on site. </div>
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We headed out at 8:45am to the national hospital. No camera were allowed inside of course and the women and men split up for different purposes there. Us woman went in first and we brought new baby blankets for the maternity ward. I took a picture of the outside and then put my camera away so I'll have to explain in words what I saw.<br />
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When I walked inside I saw a large group of people waiting to be seen. There you can be seen for free but can only get medicine if you have the money to buy it. For some people, either they don't have the money or they chose not to eat that day, or a few days, in order to buy it. We headed toward the maternity ward and were told there were over 70 babies. The hospital was not very clean and we had to bring our own toilet paper in our backpacks to use the dirty restrooms. Most places don't provide it or you have to pay to get some. We carried everything we needed for our trip for the day in our backpacks including lots of sanitizer. This was ESSENTIAL. </div>
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Anyway, as I walked past the large groups of people into the maternity ward I saw that the hallway was lined with beds. Metal beds with a a thin cushion. No pillows and no blankets. Women were on these beds with no babies. There were rooms you could go into with more woman. We saw some sweet little babies and their mamas. We separated into small groups and were told to pray and offer baby blankets. Each of our groups had an interpreter. I was assigned to the ladies in the hallway. As we went to each woman and prayed for them, I began to realize these are the women who lost their babies. As I prayed with each one, the precious women would cry and cling to a baby blanket we offered them. They wanted one to remember their baby by. One lady fell onto her face, cried, and sobbed into the baby blanket. We went to woman after woman after woman. offered prayer, hugs, and a blanket. Some women didn't want the blanket. Once we got to the last lady and she shared that she lost her baby, I sobbed. I was soooo embarrassed that I couldn't hold it together anymore. So much loss in one maternity ward. </div>
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After we exited we waited outside and let the men in our group go in. I took this time to look around and soak the culture in. Why had so many women lost their babies? Was it the lack of nutrition? The fact that 50% opt to have c-sections? Was it because there was no prenatal care? Sanitary conditions? I don't know. :(</div>
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This was our first place to visit and it knocked me out emotionally but it was time to move forward. We hopped on our bus and headed to a school called Alotenango Association of Children Primary grades with 50 bags of rice and pencils for the kids.</div>
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This was a first school and our first experience of handing out rice. In the morning we would grab the amount of rice we needed. These packs could each hold 24 bags of rice. We would grab a couple and load up on the bus before heading out. </div>
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The kids here come from very poor homes and I believe these kids are sponsored to come. Every place we went we did dramas, skits, told our story, and passed out rice, pencils, and candy. We would always go around praying for anyone that wanted prayer and salvation.</div>
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I was really proud of my 5 kids I brought that didn't complain, did the work over and over again no matter how they felt or how tired they were. </div>
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We headed back and had a delicious dinner prepared for us by staff at Kids N Missions. I could't help but remember that we had just handed out 650 bags of rice and for some, this is all the dinner they'd have. I was having a wonderful meal with good nutrition. </div>
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Wow, the trip to Guatemala was amazing. I don't even know how to start. I guess the best way is to describe each day. I made albums because there were so many beautiful events and things to capture. <br />
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Flying into Guatemala, the first thing I noticed was all the houses clumped together. In America there are squares for housing. You know, housing and property. Clear definitions. It's best if I show from my view on airplane while flying in.... You can click on the picture for larger view.<br />
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I had butterflies when I flew in. I had 5 of my kids with me. Was supposed to be 6 but Chaz had medical complications literally all the way up to flight time and he had to be taken back home. :( I sobbed on the airplane having to leave behind my boy. He's 18 and all he cares about is missions. He wants it to be his whole life. Just serving others. So my heart broke and I embarrassingly cried very hard during takeoff. Once I got into Houston, Texas and on my way to Guatemala I shifted my focus to the needs we were about to face. What would I see?<br />
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I couldn't wait to meet Elton and Gail Wells, the folks who run <a href="https://www.facebook.com/kidsnmissions/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Kids N Missions</a> in Guatemala. While we waited and waited outside, we found out the police had put a boot on the bus so we stood around and talked. Observed our surroundings.<br />
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We finally get on the bus and have the scariest ride of our lives. Haha. No joke! In Guatemala, pedestrians have to watch out. Not the other way around. Also, we would go through very small streets and buses and cars would squeeze by. We weren't slowly going through these pedestrian small streets, we were going FAST. This guy must've been the worlds best driver because I eventually had to close my eyes. Here is a picture that gives an idea of house little space is left on the road.</div>
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Remember, we're not driving slow at all. So it was a scary ride. We finally get to the facility where we were staying and to my relief, it was as safe place. AND HUGE with high walls. It was breathtakingly beautiful. I can show picture but it doesn't give it justice. There are 3 floors. The bottom has the kitchen and dining room areas. The second floor had the bedrooms. Then the top was the terrace. Wow...</div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Yeah, go ahead. Party hardy. :D But seriously though, some really important things.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The chickens are ALMOST out of water.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">So are the dogs and cats<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The litter box needs some poopy removed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The chickens may need food in a few days filled up in their thingy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Shayla cannot eat peanut butter. Only jelly with a folded over bread<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">She has a bottle in the morning, for nap, and at night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I chop her food up super small. She loves ramen, macaroni, scrambled eggs with ketchup. Basically anything that doesn’t kill her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Please water the plants every day. I love my tomatoes especially.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The chickens water has to be checked every morning, no joke. Sometimes the water thing doesn’t work right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I literally had no time to take care of any of this. My apologies. I’m gonna go on a mission trip and a trip to Fry’s is just too hard right now. Hope you understand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">One of the boys has trauma therapy on either Monday or Friday. Can’t remember which one so just listen out for a doorbell sound and a waiting taxi.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Watch out for kids that cook being little kids are running around. Also, watch out for kids that leave mop water or bathtub water sitting around. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-46622303738011576482019-06-22T10:10:00.001-07:002019-06-22T10:10:09.999-07:00Studying Before Our Trip to Guatemala <br />
<span style="color: purple;"><b>So this next week 6 of the kids and I are taking a trip to Guatemala to visit Kids N Missions and serve. It's a neat place and our church has been there many times. My two oldest sons went 2 years ago. This time were taking a small crew of us. 7 total along with the church group. Which is great for safety reasons. There is a lot I have to learn about keeping safe and what not to eat or drink.</b></span><br />
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I've been studying things on the internet to prepare myself and came upon this website that talks about natural phenomena that happens. I remember when my boys went, they were waiting of the volcano to erupt. Here is more info from a website about the kinds of the things that can happen. <br />
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It’s unlikely a major disaster will befall you. But the weather forecast is not a horrible thing to stay caught up on, just in case." From this <a href="https://greenglobaltravel.com/traveling-to-guatemala/#GUATEMALA%20SAFETY" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Website</a>.</div>
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Well, this year may be a bit different because my son Chaz was injured about 6 months after this photo was taken. He's in and out of a wheelchair. As you can see in the last picture, he can't bring a wheelchair so we are totally putting our trust in God that this is going to work out. Chaz would be heartbroken if he had to stay home. :(</div>
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But this week we have some teens gone at camp so there were only 9 of us. It felt so much smaller so we went to the mall and completed our shoe month adventure. So, we have this rotation schedule where every month 2 people get a new pair of shoes and we have a written schedule to know who is next. This month was Ashley and Caleb but then we remembered that we forgot to get Joshua's and Charles need a pair of sneakers and work shoes. To top it off I lost my shoes for working out! Argh. So 2 pairs of shoes turned into 6 pairs. <br />
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We have to add fun by heading upstairs for a fun place and having super yummy chicken tenders. Jaxon was SUPER MAD he had to be in the double stroller the whole time. He's FOUR years old and says he's ready to walk around. Ha! Too many little and crazy kidnappers these days. I'm not taking my chances anymore, I don't care what anyone thinks. <br />
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But ohhhhhhh, toddlers and malls aren't fun. Yikes.<br />
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You know, I was excited to come and watch Secret Life of Pets 2 but then, by 8pm I got SUPER tired. That is so ridiculous. So I sent this crew to watch a movie so I could go sleepy at home. Haha. Man, major wimp. I am turning 40 next week! Wow! Can you believe it? Hard to imagine that life passes sooooooo fast. I'm super excited I made it to midlife. :DVirginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-57550224697171725942019-06-06T08:54:00.001-07:002019-06-06T09:25:14.614-07:00Playing Musical Rooms....AgainOkay, so 13 kids means we move kids around in bedrooms. A lot. Lately, I have 2 teens that just don't mesh well together. They get along great, but kind of feed off each other and tend to get attitudes when together. Well, one of them is gone at camp so I've noticed a change for the better in the other one. Hmmmm... Yep, we're gonna switch some kids around. Sigh. Usually this means moving furniture but thankfully not this time.<br />
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We had a 5th bedroom built on 2 years ago. Otherwise, we'd be in hot water. When doing foster care there are rules and you have to have it documented which kids are in which rooms. I'm sure my licensing worker is gonna love me for switching kids yet again. <br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Master: Mom, dad, baby</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Room 1 (small room): 2 girls</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Room 2: 3 girls</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Room 3: 4 boys</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Room 4 (small room): 2 boys</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Converted garage: 18 year old boy</span><br />
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Yay, so while we move rooms we're gonna do a red carpet treatment. We used to have a red carpet in the living room and so we'd empty out an entire room onto the carpet. Put back what we want. Donate the rest. It makes it super simple. This is how you find hidden things and realize how much clutter you really had. <br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Yeah well, whenever I empty out my bedroom thinking its a hoarder's mess, I realize 90% of it is my kids dumping their stuff in my room. The younger kids, that is. Makes me feel a tad better because I'm messy by nature. The youngest in my family growing up and my older sisters would do all the work. That left me being a tad untrained. It's not my parents fault, I was just LAZY and the baby. So now, I make sure the little ones don't get away with laziness. And oh man, they try! They're full of tricks and they're trying to mess with the wrong one. Can't trick a master. Haha. </span>Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896061741364499027.post-70413368060730422932019-06-04T17:10:00.001-07:002019-09-03T23:09:09.677-07:00Meet the CrewI had a previous amazing blog called Meet Virginia but a hacker found it and had some fun with it. Very sad being I had it for a decade. But, that's okay because this time I want my blog to be real, honest. Not that I wasn't before, I just only pointed out the positives. The problem with that is this is real parenting and we live in a real world. People don't relate to perfection. They relate to raw life. That's what I want to be.
Some days are GREAT and some days are BAD. I have 7 teens under one roof and this is hard to navigate. I know I'm inviting good advice and ugly criticism, but hey, that's a norm for social media these days, right? <br />
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BUT I'd love to introduce them to you. :D<br />
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