Draw A Line In The Sand, But Never Choose A Side

When I write, I never want to write without God. I have not written a single word in my new book in about 3 weeks. As soon as I noticed I was depending on my own natural abilities, I packed my notes up and walked away. It wasn't worth writing, if I reached a place where I was doing it in my own will-power, without God's guidance and presence.

This morning, I was awakened out of my sleep around 3 a.m. Just lying there, in my thoughts of Him. At some point, I started to think about the content of my new book. The weightiness of the subject matter and all the complexities that comes with it. The risks that I am taking by writing on such a subject matter, due to the political intensity concerning such matter.

For me, this book will draw the sand in the line that I cannot totter back and forth with. Most Christians have a one-sided view on the matter with very little or no sensitivity to the human nature. A lack of tolerance and love. While the LGBT community don't want to own up to the accountability of their own sinful actions, by tapering their sin with such ideologies as I was born this way.

And God has smacked little old me, right in the middle of this mess, and instructs me to draw a line in the sand, and to never choose a side. Speak from His heart. Teach His ways. Display His love, grace and mercy. But trample down on everything, on both sides of the line that is not of Him.

That's a lot to carry. Writing this book has made it clearer to me, what it must have been like for Christ, during the hours when he was beaten, skin ripped apart, flesh pierced in order to be hung on a cross. To spend the last hours of his life in unbelievable pain for the sake of imperfect, self-centered, selfish people like me, like you. He risks it all. Gave up everything, just so we will have an opportunity to gain any and everything.

I'm ready to write. I feel His presence.

You Don't Have To Do It Alone

When I got to my office this morning, the first thing I pulled out was my new song, COME HOME. The song I wrote for the LGBT community. I just wanted to reflect on the emotions in the lyrics. To feel the life that was breathed into it – the story behind each line.

I can remember the internal battles I had between my flesh, and my inner spirit. I remember the many days I spent, trying to convince myself, this is the way I am. In reality, I was trying to avoid the true source behind how I ended up where I was. My lifestyle choice, was a cover up, my medicine for the source of my real hidden pains.

Come Home written by Michelle De aka Deaidre Newby

This song honestly reflects my struggles, right before I finally allow God to rescue me. Before collapsing into His arms.

 

Michelle De

The struggle that is reflected in this song, COME HOME, I know for a fact, many of you, who are still in the lifestyle are having that same struggle RIGHT NOW – AT THIS VERY MOMENT. I am all too familiar with your silent struggles. The secrets you keep hidden. The tears. The anger you have and holding against God. The rage that is burning within. Your struggle with endurance. I know it all too well. But, the sad part about the struggle is, you are doing it alone.

But, it doesn’t have to be. You don’t have to keep doing this alone.

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New Song For the LGBT Community

I was trying to decide what to title a song I wrote yesterday specifically for the LGBT community. I was debating between two titles until God downloaded in a prophetic word for the Church this morning. Right there, in that word, was my title - COME HOME.

For details about the prophetic word, visit my Facebook page at Deaidre Newby Ministry or Surrendering: A Blueprint of My Life.

Prophetic Warning to the Church

When God calls you out, to step into His glorious light to testify about the goodness, mercy and grace He has given you, many won't like it. They even may reject you for speaking your truth. But, I rest my hope and faith in the reassurance God has given me. "... The one who rejects you rejects me, and the one who rejects me rejects him who sent me" (Luke 10:16).


So I step boldly into my calling – the purpose for which he birth me here. To call thousands who find themselves ensnared by the strongholds of homosexuality to come home. And for the Body of Christ to put away their spirit of suspicion, spirit of pride, spirit of doubt, spirit of superiority and the spirit of fear. Take off the blinders, and stop seeing with your natural eyes, but look through the eyes of the spirit. Is this not the caution God gave the Prophet Samuel? "... The LORD said to Samuel, 'Do not look on his APPEARANCE or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. FOR THE LORD SEES NOT AS MAN SEES: man looks on the outward appearance, BUT THE LORD LOOKS ON THE HEART.'

The Church is missing it! They are not only rejecting those God is drawing out of homosexuality and into His bosom. They are rejecting those God has sent into different regions of the earth to help with the healing process of those whom are returning, or entering for the first time.


The heaven gates have opened. And they are standing at the threshold, eager to come in, but it is you they fear. I say open the doors and let my children in before I have to turn my rage against you.

An excerpt from my book, Surrendering: A Blueprint of My Life, chapter 9, Forgiving Others and Myself, page 60.


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My Personal Healing Experience

Holy Spirit has spoken to me on three different occasions this week about sharing my healing testimony that I experienced at the 2016 Main Event Fall Campmeeting (Perry Stone annually event). To be honest, I wasn’t comfortable about sharing my experience, but for some reason, Holy Spirit felt it was important to do so. So, here I am sharing my experience with you guys.

When I write, I like to expound. So the details of my amazing healing experience during this event is below.

 

My sister, ministry/business partner, and BFF, is a big Perry Stone Ministries fan. I am not as a big follower of his ministries as my sister, but I do watch his Manna-Fest program a few times a month on Roku. Any rate, my sister invited me to attend her first Perry Stone event, last year – 2016 Main Event Fall Campmeeting. Since she volunteered to pay my expenses, I jumped on it. Free vacation right.

 

The day before the cookout, Perry Stone was speaking. At some point, he called for an altar call. I clearly heard Holy Spirit told me to go up. I’m laughing at myself now, but at the time, I was upset and wasn’t feeling what Holy Spirit was asking me to do. I actually got into an argument with Holy Spirit, because every time he instructs me to do something like this, something happens, and I usually end up on the floor. So I told Holy Spirit I didn’t want to go up there. I kept asking him, why do I have to go up there? As I argued with Holy Spirit, a crowd was building up at the stage (the altar). I can’t remember what it was that Holy Spirit said to me that finally convinced me to go up. But, I made Holy Spirit make one promise to me before I would finally go up. I asked him to not let Perry come anywhere near me. He couldn’t be the one to lay hands on me. All I could think about was how that would make my sister feel since she was such a big fan of his. Silly, right.

Any who, I went up, but I had a bad attitude. At first, it was really hard for me to focus and get into God’s presence because of my attitude. Plus, I refused to close my eyes because I was looking out for Perry. I didn’t want him coming up to me. And low and behold – there he was. Eyes fixed on me and looking as if he was heading my way. I immediately reminded Holy Spirit of our agreement. Shortly after I spoke, Perry put on the brakes. Stopped, and bee lined in the opposite direction as quickly as he could.

 

Shortly after this happened, I felt an immediate shift in the atmosphere. I knew in my spirit that God’s presence was here just for me. My arms went straight up in praise of his glory as his aroma circled me. But my eyes remained open, which was unusual. I could see Perry’s team circling around me and laying hands on different ones who were at the altar. Then, this white woman walked up to me. She stopped in her tracks and just stared at me. She didn’t move or walk up to me. She just looked. If I remembered correctly, she had on a suit – a red suit. Any who, this white brother finally walked up to me. He positioned my arms higher. As he stood on my left side, he gently placed his right hand near my left hip area, and his left hand on my forehead. He whispered something that I couldn’t hear and then yell out, “FIRE!” WHOOSH! I was on the floor for a while. I really believe that was the longest I ever laid on the floor. When I finally came out of my trance, there were two guys standing over me ready to help me up. I got up as they held onto me. When my sight cleared up, the first thing I noticed was the lady in the suit still standing there. I felt completely weak.

 

When I decided I was ready to walk away from the altar, I started to shake violently. I never shook like that before. It must have lasted for at least 5 minutes, but seemed like forever. The tall white brother to my right said, “Woo Wee, look at that!” The only thing I could see and focus on was this lady who was still standing in front of me. Shortly, after I started shaking, I remember my glasses flying off my face a couple feet away from me, off to the left. Not too far from where this woman was standing. I remember seeing her picked them up, and then she disappeared sometime after that. Finally, the shaking stopped. But, when I turned around to walk off, I could barely move my legs. Especially, my right leg. I literally had to drag my right leg as I walked. My limp was so distorted that I looked like I was severely handicapped.

On that day, we happened to park all the way on the other side of the parking lot. It took me a while to walk from out of the sanctuary, through the atrium, to the front area. I periodically had to stop because the shakes would occur in intervals. My sister wanted me to wait for one of the golf carts to drive me to our car, but I clearly heard Holy Spirit instructing me to walk to the car. So we did and a few others stopped and walked along with us to make sure I made it to my car safely.

As we were driving back to our hotel, my sister takes her index finger and pushes it into my left hip. At first, I didn’t notice it because I was busy rambling about my experience. Then she interrupts me as she pushes her index finger into my left hip area again. With an astonished look on her face, she asked, “that don’t hurt?” I paused for a moment as she does it again. Then I said, “Oh my God. It doesn’t hurt.” You have to understand this, for years, I have lived in pain. Constant pain. The slightest touch in certain areas of my body hurt. Sometimes to the point of bringing me to tears because of the intensity of the pain. And the most sensitive areas, where my hip joints. But, on this day, the pain was gone.

Praise God! Who is restoring my body to the state he originally intended.