Good Morning Girls!  Oh....it feels good to be back.  I was on a trip and I couldn't agree more with Dorothy.... "There's no place like home!"  Where did I go you ask?  Um, I was on a guilt trip.  Yep, a good old fashion guilt trip.  My bags were fully loaded and the devil was nice enough to put me in first class and let me sit with all of my bags right there with me.  That's right, on the devils airlines there is no baggage check in.  You are required to carry them with you at all times.  In fact, they were so heavy on my lap that I could hardly breath.    The thing is, I know better.  I know that guilt is from the devil, and as soon as I went to the Lord, my mistake was forgiven and forgotten.  So, if I know that how was it that I still packed my bag and headed off?  I didn't want to forgive myself.  So, I hid the word guilt in phrases such as "If only I would have".....and "How can I be so in tune with the Holy Spirit one week, and completely bomb the next?" Or my favorite "Looking back, my reasoning didn't even make sense.  I should have..."  I knew in my heart, that the Lord was not going to punish me, but I felt I needed to be punished.  Well, the devil was more than happy to accommodate me.  The devils airline food stinks.  He served up helpings of "wow, you really messed up that one.  Just when you think you are maturing in the Lord.  Bet God won't come to you next time He wants you to do something, He knows now that you're not listening to Him., I wonder if it was your pride that interfered with what you were meant to do."  Yes, just like on Thanksgiving when I have one more helping of stuffing, and hope that I don't throw up because of it, I kept asking for one more helping of "boy did you blow it".  The worst part is, once I realized what I was doing, it was too late.  You see, the devil has only one destination....hell.  He wants you to come with him.  He wants to pull you so far away from what you know to be true that you will forget what is true.  When you tell him you want off the airplane, he just laughs and kicks the speed up a little faster.  Once you get on, it is hard to get off.  Even if you want to.  So how did I get off the airplane?  I jumped out the emergency exit.  I left my bags behind and jumped .  It took me 2 days, but I jumped.  I knew the Lord was my parachute and He landed me safely back on my feet, ready for my next flight.....this one being on eagles wings!

1 John 3:20 Even if we feel guilty, God is greater than our feelings, and He knows everything.

Love you all (and there's no guilt in that!)
Jen