I was recently on the phone with a precious woman from our Mountain Movers community. I’ll keep her name private. She had been radically delivered from a drug addiction, is now saved and faithfully joins our Wednesday night Zoom calls. But during a mentorship call with me, she shared something that genuinely surprised her.

She couldn’t cry.

As a new believer, she desperately wanted to repent deeply… but the tears wouldn’t come. Her grief over her sin felt muted, the sorrow that Scripture talks about just wasn’t there—and she didn’t understand why.

That conversation opened the door to a much bigger reality.

Recently, I received a message from a woman who has been admirably consistent in her deliverance through Mountain Movers. I will call her Natalie.

She wrote:

“I’m in a hard spot. How do I make a change in my marriage in order to put to death the lust, perversion, and sexual immorality that existed before my deliverance—when my husband, who is not interested in deliverance or biblical truth, insists that this is not what God would want for our marriage?

One of the major goals of the Mountain Movers Ministry is to help women grow very quickly in their spiritual walk. The level of growth we are shooting for requires uncompromising truth in order to divide (through cutting) the wicked soul from the righteous spirit as talked about in Hebrews 4:12.

My husband and I used to frequent a local neighborhood coffee shop many years ago, when I was first beginning my journey in ministry.

Every week, without fail, we would see the same man—emaciated, in his late thirties—who was in the process of transitioning from male to female. He dressed in a knit skirt, oversized blouse, pantyhose, wedged heels, and a red scarf tied neatly around his neck. His lipstick was applied far beyond the natural lip line, paired with false lashes and heavy concealer.

Christian women, friends, sisters—here is a truth bomb to start this blog:

If you are practicing yoga, you are playing in the occult.

There. I said it.

Years ago, while I was in Bible college, I got pulled into something I now clearly recognize as an “angel of light”—yoga.

I was genuinely trying to take better care of my body, so I signed up for a ninety-day hot yoga challenge, also known as Bikram yoga, believing my intentions were good. I simply wanted to be more flexible, stronger, less stressed, and healthier overall.

A few months ago, I had a very deep conversation with a very dear friend named Wanda. Wanda was calling regarding her friend Sally who was recently diagnosed with cancer. The reason Wanda called was to gain some insight into the spiritual aspect of her friend’s diagnosis. After all, Sally was a Christian and she was very confused as to how she got cancer.

Many years ago, I chose to have extensive blood work done as part of a routine medical exam. Several weeks later, my physician asked me to come back into her office to discuss the results.

She explained that I had a thyroid disorder called Hashimoto’s disease and had tested positive for several autoimmune markers, showing sensitivity to a number of allergens.

The allergy report itself was almost comical—it looked as though I was reactive to nearly everything except vodka and bacon.

One morning while standing in my kitchen, moving through my usual routine, I heard what felt like an almost audible question from the Lord: “Do you trust Me?”

It stopped me cold as my mind immediately went to Peter—the moment Jesus looked him in the eye after his betrayal and asked, “Do you love Me?” Like Peter, I answered quickly and confidently, “Yes, Lord, of course I do.”

Without hesitation, He directed my attention to two large cabinets beside the pantry and impressed on me to open them. When I did, something in my spirit sank. In that moment, I realized I had been lying to myself… and to God.

One of the hardest and most frustrating things in life is seeing someone you love continue to stay stuck in sin. 

The sin can be anything from an addiction to any other destructive behavior that puts their life and even their salvation at risk. It becomes even more difficult when the person is one of your adult children or husband because automatically you become intertwined in the collateral damage (of their sin).

Women have heard me say time and time again that deliverance is not just something you go “do” or go “get.” Meaning, deliverance should never be about scheduling some “appointment” or “session” in order to get a few demons off of your back. This false perception of deliverance is actually discrediting the ministry of deliverance as a whole. And unfortunately, social media is only compounding the issue.

The hubby and I love cheeseburgers. Making them at home is healthier, but Helllllo, the occasional…In N’ Out or Fatburger anyone?

As Ryan and I would stand in line we used to have the funniest conversations.

Ryan: “Hey Babe, you getting fries?”

Me: “Oh no…that’s all you! But why don’t you get ‘em?”

My Internal Thought: (Yeah...get them so I can eat most of them and not feel guilty about it because technically they are your fries.)

My husband travels a lot for work. When he comes off the road and re-enters into our home life, I find myself wanting him to play by my rules. I was self-admittedly a bit of a controller. After all, I like to keep the house a certain way. By “certain,” I mean my way.

Without letting Ryan relax for too long I would be on him by saying things like…