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Blessings Held up in the Branches of the Trees
Blessings Held up in the Branches of the Trees
Blessings Held up in the Branches of the Trees
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We often anticipate the reward that is promised to us by the Lord. I am guilty myself; having thought that hes not a man that doesnt make unfulfilled promises. On the other hand, I never understood the essence in its fullest, that condition applies. In order for us to obtain his benefits, we have to adhere to his guidelines. We are the hindrances to our own blessings. What could have caused our blessings to be held up, much more in the branches of the trees?

Matthew 6:33 is a perfect example, But seek ye first the Kingdom of God and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. Instead we do the opposite by going ahead of Gods plans, and then unexpectedly there is a delay. After we have realized the promises are not forthcoming, we remind the Lord of his unfulfilled promises. In BLESSINGS HELD UP IN THE BRANCHES OF THE TREES, we will learn how to regain possession of what is rightfully ours. We need to apply all those principles outlined to us on a given day. I guarantee we will never be the same again.

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PublisherWestBow Press
Release dateNov 1, 2016
ISBN9781512761009
Blessings Held up in the Branches of the Trees
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Tiffy Powy

From my adolescent years, as a young believer, I got a prophetic word, “Say yes Lord, I will go.” Years afterwards, I’ve been given the confirmation, “God says to tell you, go.” I was somewhat hesitant but the Lord placed fire at my feet when I’d finally made my decision to quit my profession. Imagine a young lady, who has given up all of her possession for the Lord. However, I’ve grown to understand that the Lord had taken me through my wilderness experiences, so that I could prove him for myself. After all of that, I’m aware that at this current time, I have no control over my own life. I’ve always heard about fearing the Lord, and didn’t comprehend the fullness. I actually started to have some serious revelations from the Lord. There were nights when I’d wanted to sleep but I refused from closing my eyes, as I began to understand the fear of the Lord.

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    Blessings Held up in the Branches of the Trees - Tiffy Powy

    Copyright © 2016 Eileen Pownall.

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    ISBN: 978-1-5127-6101-6 (sc)

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    WestBow Press rev. date: 10/31/2016

    CONTENTS

    Chapter 1 – An Unnerving Experience

    Chapter 2 – The Traditional Self- Righteous Belief

    Chapter 3 – Wound Left Open Without An Antidote

    Chapter 4 – Hesitation In Treating The Tree

    Chapter 5 – Exhausted The Depth Of My Rope

    Chapter 6 – My Burial Garments Became Powerless

    Chapter 7 – Despite The Fact I’d Fallen

    Chapter 8 – The Battle Was Nothing I’ve Ever Dreamed Of

    Chapter 9 – Obey the voice that doesn’t speak Deceit

    Chapter 10 – The power Of My God Has Instantaneously Shut Him Up

    Chapter 11 – You Are Going To Have A Baby In The Ministry

    Chapter 1

    An Unnerving Experience

    A t a tender age, I went to a crusade underneath a tenth that was established in my community. One night in particular, the preacher’s message was, ‘’If God should come right now, where your soul will be?’’ In his sermon he had elaborated on heaven and hell. He clearly emphasized on hell’s fire, and the expected occurrences on the Day of Judgment. As customary, there was an invitation to the unsaved. Undoubtedly, I walked up to that altar and accepted the Lord as my savior.

    I meditated on the message in depth. Even though I was 13 years old, I was able to discern between wrong and right. Everyone has to give an account for his or her own sins, that’s inclusive of me. I was somewhat terrified, having heard about hell, Satan and his angels. I then approached my mom and expressed my thoughts to her, that I did not wanted to be loss. Mamma reckoned that the sincerity of my belief was unquestionable.

    In the earlier years, my siblings and I grew up in the church. Mamma would ensure that we all went to Sunday school. She’d normally turned up later for the worship service, regrettably dad was not a believer; he was on the toxic side. Mamma instilled the foundations of the Lord in our early lives. However; in this new generation, children are dictating to their parents that they’re not going to church. Even so, I cannot see into that at all. These references from the bible, written in this book are from the King James Version. Proverbs 22:6 states, ‘Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.’’ In my childhood, parents spoke with authority as well as clarity and children had to comply. We are in trouble, some of us as parents, have lost our moral principles and there’s no guideline for our children to adopt.

    My mom did not hesitated after I’d confronted her; she was in total support of me. Absolutely no one persuaded me to follow Christ; I consciously made my own decision. The daybreak for my baptism, and then the news broke in my community.

    I became disgusted at those adults, who approached my mother in the community and had given her their disapproval. Daringly, and out of their unsound mind, informed my mom that she shouldn’t have given me permission to be baptized. In their blinded eyes, I was too young to have made such decision. Luke 18:16 ‘’But Jesus called them unto him and said, suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of God.’’

    That special day came and I got baptized, some shellacking adults told me that they were giving me two weeks to falter. I couldn’t have allowed their deadly poisonous tongue, to have defeated my purpose. They were grown people, who lurked around like a ship without a sail. None of them were saved, yet gave counsel. Presumptuously, they’ve hacked into my account with the Lord. If I’d chosen ungodliness, and was an uncontrollable child, then they’d have tongue lashed me. With shamefaced, mamma would have strolled around into dishonor.

    As the days grew older, my opponents became feeble and they worked overtime, but I was relentless and persevered. I settled in the church and then became actively involved in youth ministries. Eventually that was successful, even though I’d started out with low self-esteem; I never knew the ability was in me. I was timid and wasn’t one of the boldest people. Even though I’d earnestly pleaded not to be chosen, unfortunately; the task was given to me. I couldn’t have allowed anyone to view me as a blockhead. Therefore; I was determined to give this assignment my best shot.

    Gradually, the best came out of me with the help of my peers. Nevertheless; we had such a great time figuring out what we didn’t know. We realized there are tons of activities in the secular world, which have nothing to do with our agenda, in creating a foundation for young Christian adults. This can be exemplified by the few gospel concerts, religious movies and other types of spiritual gatherings but not enough to entertain the younger folks. Some of the different programs in the churches, can be none entertaining and frustrating. Since then, Christian artist became so creative and invented the gospel pop music and gospel reggae. I personally sat and observed the elderly, expressing their discontent by their facial expressions and body languages. This destructive trend has to come to an end, as the body of Christ; we need to be more supportive.

    Young people in the churches are now seeking help to support their new ideology of expressing themselves in their faith, instead of being force fed by the older generation. They’re floating on top of the sea and are whooping for help. I’ve visited a few churches, and have experienced the traditional lackluster approach. Maybe my imaginations were wild; but I’ve seen a future of stagnation and non-participation. I’m certain that isn’t a nightmare lurking around my mind.

    Traditions are not easily dismayed but if they’re toxic and enthusiastically enjoined, then the majority generation have to be the muscle that causes change. Older people normally give stern directives, and the instructions must be monitored their way. Such a catastrophe, inexpressively, younger minds have new ideas but seldom get a chance to share their vision. As a result, unintentionally, they become discouraged and suddenly renounce their faith.

    The abilities of audaciousness were developed, after I’d given much service to the youth ministries. Afterward, a new task was assigned to me, in the women’s ministries department. That was heartrending for me, having been the youngest in the group, on top of that the leader. Astoundingly, the women were supportive and submissive to leadership. We invented a social activity, we all worked overtime and invited different groups and that turned out to be a blast. All along I thought that I was shy, inexperienced, not an upfront person. Nonetheless; I got the job done. We often possess the abilities to do exceedingly greater, than we imagined but need to identify and develop the skills.

    There’s lot more work to be done, but when the time is right for us to toil and labor, we tend to shy away. However, when the soil is shoving, the nice apparel of the worker becomes mired and tortured. As the perspiration begins to shatter out of the pores, the body starts to get sweaty and clammy. The laborer then becomes untouchable. As soon as the project is complete, there is much disregard to that inventor. The project is then viewed, with an excessive amount of jealousy and strife. We are pretenders that interfere with the talents of each other in the churches.

    I was detached from that ministry, after such great achievement. The Shepherd then appointed his other half into that position and eventually that ministry crumbled. Our goal was accomplished by the previous activities but was imitated with the wrong motive. That has caused me to ponder, that we’re not entirely happy with the success of each other.

    My unnerving experience had ended with a new expectancy from the Lord. Since then I’d my freedom, with a desperate need for my savior. I’d no other choice than to develop an intimate relationship with him. I started to authoritatively speak with the Lord and he responded to me. Upon retiring at bedtime, he woke me up in the wee hours of the morning. During my awakening, I spend quality time with him, as there was no distraction. There was an expression of readiness, of what he desired in my worship. Such a beautiful joy when I experienced his presence, I rendered gushes of praise to him, and he revealed himself to me.

    Such a magnificent feeling, when he illustrated the unknown to me. My first encounter, is when he’d revealed Lunette to me. This was in an indisputable manner, and he’d given a word for her. After I’ve given the message, she screamed and thank the Lord. The Lord is excellent like that, he is never incomplete. He will give all the relevant information to bear his assignments. You might wonder why the Lord does not relate to us individually. In fact, depending on the relationship we have with him.

    The truth is, he doesn’t have the reliance on all of us. Matthew 22:14 "for many are called, but few are chosen.’’ In addition, all of us gifts are not identical. Consequently, we need to discover our endowments. Avail yourself at every opportunity to utilize them, especially in this generation; this will strengthen the body of Christ.

    With great emphasis, there’s an importance that when the Lord speaks, our responsibility is to listen. Don’t be timid to the point where you’re affected in carrying out your task. The Lord is depending on you. If you fail the specific job, he’ll reassign someone else. There’s no board for complacency, use your gifts wisely.

    I was in the service

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