Hey Ladies...I was recently on a phone call with a lovely gal from our Mountain Mover community. (I have decided to keep her name private). She was an ex-drug user (meth), now saved, AMEN, and has been coming to the Wed. night live zoom deliverance calls. She was having a challenge with repentance, the crying and weeping part.

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

She writes: “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 first began my journey in ministry.

Every week, we would see the same, emaciated male in his late 30’s who was in the process of “transitioning” from a male to a female. He often wore a knit skirt, oversized blouse, pantyhose, wedged heels, a red scarf tied neatly around his neck, bright red lipstick applied over the natural lip line, fake 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!

Many years ago, as a woman who loved God and His word with all my heart, I was led astray by what I call an “angel of light” called yoga. On my quest for a higher level of health and fitness, I decided to partake in a 90-day hot yoga challenge also known as Bikram yoga. My desires were innocent like many Christian woman seeking to take care of their temple. I simply wanted more flexibility, range of motion, relaxation, and detoxification.

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.

“Melissa, you have a thyroid disorder called Hashimoto’s disease and you’ve also tested positive for other auto-immune markers and you have several allergies.”

The allergy report suggested I was allergic to everything except vodka and bacon. Lol!

With respect and admiration for my doc’s thoroughness, I simply looked her right in the eye and responded: “I refuse to accept those findings!”

One morning while in the kitchen in the midst of my usual morning routine, I heard an almost audible voice of God ask me a simple question: “Do you trust me?”

This took me by surprise as I related to what Peter must have felt when he was asked by Jesus after his betrayal, “Do you love me?”

Like Peter, I answered, “Yes Lord, of course I do.” Immediately, He directed my attention to two large cabinets on the left-hand side of the kitchen next to the pantry and asked me to open them.

As I did, I realized in that moment that I had been lying to myself, and to God, all along. The sad reality was that I did not trust Him the way I had convinced myself I did.

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…