Faith & Love Fellowship Church
2961 Ernst Lane
Hebron, Ky 41048

I am believing God to heal those who have infirmity!

There will be special impartations of Holy Spirit Gifts

We encourage you to invite those who need a miracle.

Also Ron & Stepheni Loudermilk will be there Friday Night

After the service on Friday, we will be having a fellowship and serving hotdogs, nachos n cheese & soft drinks.

You will want to be there, these will be great services!

                          “Old Fashioned Camp Meeting”

                             Saturday, August 27, 1:00 pm

                                      Mark Your Calendar

Gospel Concert: 1:00 – 5:00 pm

• Anointed singers and musicians
• 30 minutes intermission in the middle of concert
• Concession stand available during concert
• Be sure to bring a lawn chair

Hot Dogs  -  Walking Tacos  -  Chips  -  Soft Drinks  -  Water  –Snacks

Potluck Supper: 5:30 – 6:45 pm

• Bring a covered dish(es) / soft drinks – enough for your family
• Meat, tableware & condiments provided

Evening Service 7:00 pm

• Praise & worship: Pastor Keith Mapes and his praise team  (Community Lighthouse Church, Cincinnati, OH)

Preaching and Bringing the Word of God: Pastor Garry Mitchell  (Bowling Green, KY)

Campfire Following Evening Service:

• Be sure to come early for parking and seating
• You might want to bring a sweater or jacket for the evening

Where and How do I Get There:

The Event takes place at 4519 Lambs Ferry Road, Ryland Heights, Kentucky 41015

at the Home of Faith In Motion Ministries. The following are direction:

• Take Interstate 275 to exit 79
• Go south on Taylor Mill Rd.
• Go just 2 or 3 miles to Wolf road on your left
• Turn left onto Wolf Road and go to the end of the road, about one mile
• Turn right onto Decursey(Kentucky 177) and go just a few miles to Whites Road on your left
• Turn left onto Whites Road and go about 200 feet until you see the fork in the road
• Fork off to your right onto Lambs Ferry Road
• Go about a mile to 4519 on your right

                                                                    Call Pastor Bill for further help  859-356-3956

Enjoy 2010 Conference Pics by Joshua Haug

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For man to be saved, he must first realize he is lost.  What does it mean to be lost?  To be lost is to be without God in your life.  We know that Adam, the first man whom God created from the dust of the earth, was created perfect.  He was also given a choice.  In Genesis, chapter 3, we see that Adam fell away from God by his disobedience.  God said, in the day that you eat the forbidden fruit, surely you will die.  Adam lived 900 and some years after he fell away from God, so we know God was talking about spiritual death.  Adam had become spiritually dead after he sinned against God. Now you and I have to be brought back to life.  God sent His only begotten Son that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life (John 3:16). If you receive Jesus as your Lord and Savior, then you are saved!  Are you ready now?  If not, would you like to call Pastor Bill with further questions?  (859-620-7729).  If yes, then pray this prayer:

Heavenly Father, I recognize my sin and know that I need a Savior.  I believe Jesus died on the cross in my place to pay the cost for my sin!  I believe that God rose Him from the dead.  Jesus is alive!!!  Lord, now forgive me of all my sin, I receive you as my savior. amen . . .

If you said that prayer and meant it with all your heart, call Pastor Bill or someone you know and let them know what has happened to you.  Email me at contactpreacherbill@gmail.com  or call (859)-620-7729

Faith & Love Fellowship Opportunities
Our desire is to build a church that will meet every need represented in our fast
changing world!  Even our music is designed to reach every age group!  Every person is
important in the eyes of God, and we look upon each one with special care!
Come and join us in worship to our God!

Faith & Love Fellowship Church
2961 Ernst Lane
Hebron, Kentucky 41048
Pastors Bill & Vicki Campbell
Assoc. Pastors Larry & Jill Haug
Music Minister/ Dayna Haug
Music Ministers/ Ron & Stepheni Loudermilk

Enjoy the
Faith & Love Praise Team
Bill Campbell
Vicki Campbell
Larry Haug
Jill Haug
Debra Graves
Dayna Haug

Special Singing
Debra Graves
Heidi LaMore
Jill Haug
Dayna Haug
Vicki Campbell
Becky Smith

Directions:
take I-275 west toward the Airport
take exit 8b south 237
go south on 237 to the fourth traffic light (McDonalds on the left)
This intersection is Petersburg Road
Turn left on Petersburg and go through the next light.
look for Ernst Lane about 500 feet down on the left
Turn left onto Ernst Lane and go to dead-end.
Faith & Love Fellowship is on your left

Service Schedule:
Sunday Services: 11:00 am (usually ending about 12:45 pm)
Sunday Night: 6:00 pm (usually ending about 8:00 pm) 
Wednesday’s Prayer 10:00 am (one Hour)
Thursday nights at 7:00 pm (usually ending about 9:00 pm)
Friday Night Miracle Service (third Friday of each month @ 7:00 pm) 

Sunday School
ages 4 to 10 years old
We are proud of our Sunday School Department
We have teachers who are called to minister to children.  They do a tremendous
job teaching our kids!  We don’t just babysit our children, but we teach them about Jesus
and His Word. Our goal is to fill their head with as much Word of God as possible!
It’s good to see the kids so excited!!!

Special Meetings
Friday Night Miracle Service
every 3rd Friday Night @ 7:00 pm

If you have any questions, please feel free to call our ministry office at:
(859) 620-7729  or  (859) 356-3596

Faith & Love Fellowship is a church under the covering of:
Faith In Motion Ministries, 4519 Lambs Ferry Road, Ryland Heights, Kentucky  41015, office phone: (859) 356-3596 – prayer line phone:  859-620-7729
Evangelist/ Pastor Bill Campbell

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Long ago, you counted the very hairs on my head, and in eternity past, you engraved my name both in the palms of you hands and in your heart.  A sweet smile flutters across your face as you think of me.  I bring you much pleasure.  You have named me, Gentle Spring Rain.”  Just by being here, i fill you up and overflow you with the effervescence of a water fall. Each day you fine tune me toward new growth in our relationship.  I thank you for showing me how to praise you and thank you for sanding of life’s circumstances.

Many times I’ve found myself sitting in a heap of the gravel, grit and grime: after the sandstorm passes by.  But even from that heap, i still can call out on you, calling you Lord.  You are closer than the skin that covers my body, closer than the air I breathe in through my nostrils.

You still know the number of the hairs on my head, though they change from day to day.  You are acquainted with the highways I’ve taken in life.  You know the soles of my feet.  They identify me with you, even though they may be raw and bleeding, like my thumbprint.  You new blood still flows though my body.  I’m a brand new person, and I don’t have to serve sin anymore.

I stand up from this heap of life’s circumstances – equipped to march beneath the flag of an undefeated champion.  The smell of victory is in my nostrils; I hear the cheering from both sides of the aisle of life – cheering and applause rings from those who have gone on before me.

There is a great cloud of witnesses – the very angels cheer.  To some I may still bear the crust and dirt of old wounds – old wounds afflicted upon me from battles lost.  Many of those battles I engaged in through bad choices along the way.  Many times I sinned against you by not reading, meditating on and absorbing  the truth of your Holy Word.

An ill prepared soldier slips easily off the path, but you have revived me, made me aware of the pumping of this new life’s blood of truth, that flows through my veins.  Forgive me, Jesus, for days spent with my eyes locked on circumstances, obeying the enemy when he made my surroundings loom so large in view.  Forgive me for despondency, depression and despair.

I stand up today on top of this heap of gravel, grit, and grime, and in obedience I walk toward the power of Jesus name.  I hear the keys jangle on the key ring.  I have the key and I unlock every door that Satan can place in front of me.  I walk in the power of Jesus name, not in the power of my flesh.  In my fleshly power I am deserving of a life in deepest hell, but because of the price that you paid with your shed blood,

I walk on in the power of your Spirit.  I have a high calling.  The drum beat that I march to is the very beat of your heart from your Holy scripture.  I have heard the clear call of your truth.  I praise your name and thank you that you have not left me alone, but I am here on a mission, in the name of Jesus Christ..  I pray only in your Holy name and live only for your glory!

Written by
Jan Rose Lee
Corbin, Kentucky, 2010

Footprints are evidence that we’ve been in a certain place. When Bill was a young boy, the circus animals broke loose in his home town of Peru, Indiana. Later that night, they heard loud noises outside of their house in the country. When they got up the next morning and looked outside, there were elephant footprints all over their yard. There was no denying that an elephant had visited them the night before.

Many of you have seen little children trying to step in their daddy’s footprints that he may have left in the sand or the snow. Maybe you’ve even done it yourself. Sometimes, they’ll even put his much-too-big shoes on to make it seem more real. They have a desire to be like him and to do what he has done. Somehow, it makes them feel closer to him to stand where he stood. I know you’ve heard the phrase, “He’s walking in his father’s footsteps.” In other words, he’s like his father, or he’s doing what his father did.

At times, people will want to make a more permanent statement of their existence by stepping into wet concrete. Recently, I watched an old I Love Lucy rerun where Lucy stole John Wayne’s cemented footprints. They were valuable to her because, even though he wasn’t with her, they were something that belonged to him and it made her feel close to him.

Many people go to the Holy Land because they want to walk where Jesus actually walked while he was here on earth. Someday I hope to do the same thing. There’s something about walking down the same street where we know Jesus walked and healed the sick. That point of contact binds us in a great way and produces a supernatural closeness to Him. Many times, this is a life-changing event, and we’ll never be the same.

About twelve years ago, I was privileged to visit my sister, who was living in Poland. Needless to say, I was excited about seeing her. Not only that, but I was also excited about going to Europe and even visiting some of the concentration camps used during the Holocaust. It turned out to be an experience I’ll never forget that has forever changed my life.

While at Majdanek Concentration Camp, I walked up several steps to a covered mausoleum where I viewed a hill ,about the diameter of a baseball infield, filled with human ashes. I walked through the very same gas chambers that killed thousands of human lives. The oven doors were left open where they had burned the bodies, with human ashes still inside. I can still see the dissecting room, which contained a concrete table with a hole in the middle of it. This hole was directly over a drain in the concrete floor beneath it for blood to drain into.

This was where the gassed victims were examined before going into the ovens. The guards would be looking for and removing gold fillings, as well as cutting the stomachs open looking for valuables that may have been swallowed. The blood was splattered everywhere, even though it had been years ago. Their blood was crying out as evidence that they had been there. It is a permanent memorial of their lives. All of these visible reminders gave me a connection to these people, who I had never met, yet felt like I knew.

This summer I was privileged to visit the Holy Land Experience in Orlando. The first thing we did was to watch an outdoor drama of the Passion. It was very moving and realistic. When they tied Jesus to the whipping post and began to beat him, the blood poured from his body, dripping down to his feet. They cast the cross upon his back for him to parade the streets on his way to Golgotha. Tears streamed down my face as I imagined my Savior suffering all of this just for me.

Bill and I joined the crowd leaving the small amphitheater, walking down the stone street toward the next exhibit. As I just happened to glance down, I thought my heart was about to jump out of my chest. I was walking in the bloody footprints where Jesus had walked only minutes before carrying his cross.

Words can’t begin to describe what I felt. Jesus was there; I could feel him. I felt like I was actually there the day he was crucified. As I stepped into his bloody footprints, I saw evidence that he was here. Evidence that will last through all eternity. His blood was crying out to me: I did this for you. You’ll never be the same since my blood has touched you. My blood saves you, cleanses you, heals you, and covers you. We are connected. You are mine!

God did this for me! There’s nothing like walking in the footsteps of Jesus. I want to be like him. I want to do what he did. When I walk in his footsteps, I feel closer to him. There is a divine connection that can never separate us. Thank you, Lord!!

This people draweth nigh unto me with their mouth, and honoureth me with their lips; but their heart is far from me.   (Matthew 15:8)

When I was growing up, church and church activities were my favorite places to be. I especially liked the music and knew most of the songs by heart that they sang out of the dark green All-American Church Hymnal. In fact, I still have an old copy sitting on my bookshelf.

I especially liked the Sunday nights when we sang favorites. This was a time when you raised your hand if you had a favorite song you wanted sung, and if they called on you, the congregation would sing your song. When they picked me, the song I chose most often was Just a Closer Walk with Thee. Some people chose the same song every time, so it got to be a game with me, hoping and praying that so-and-so wouldn’t get picked because I didn’t like the song I knew they were going to choose.

Besides the Favorites nights, once or twice a year, we would have a Singspiration where we would all get together for two or three hours and have special music as well as singing the congregational songs. What memories!

Recently, God reminded me of a time when I must have been in my early teens. As I was standing there in the pew next to my friends singing out of the hymnal, the Holy Spirit spoke to me. He asked me if I even knew what I was singing. The truth was, I didn’t. I knew all of the songs, and I was singing with all of my might, but I wasn’t paying any attention to the words coming out of my mouth.

Conviction fell on me like a lead balloon. I don’t know what the preacher preached that night because I was so wrapped up in this whole new revelation, trying to figure out how and why it happens. The one thing I know is that I learned I did it a lot. I was singing songs like:

All to Jesus I surrender, all to Him I freely give; I will ever love and trust Him, In His presence daily live. I surrender all, I surrender all; All to Thee, my blessed Savior, I surrender all.

Was I really surrendering everything to Jesus? Was I loving and trusting him and living in His presence every day? Then there’s a song that is really a prayer from the heart:

Take my life, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee; Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love. Take my will, and make it Thine, it shall be no longer mine; Take my heart, it is Thine own; It shall be Thy royal throne.

That song wasn’t coming from my heart. I didn’t even realize I was praying as the melody came out of my mouth. Did I really want God to do these things? Then, I wondered how many times I missed out on God’s help, His comfort and peace, and His blessings when I didn’t pay any attention as I sang:

What a Friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear! What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer! O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.

Wow! Look at the other two verses when you get a chance. We could go on with other songs, and I do, indeed, challenge you to do just that.

That night I had to confess that I had only been giving God lip service. The songs I was supposedly singing to him weren’t coming from my heart at all. I was ashamed and asked God’s forgiveness because I truly didn’t want to be like that. I didn’t want to sing songs out of habit or because everyone else was singing them. I wanted to praise Him and worship Him in spirit and in truth.

It’s important that we know and understand what comes out of our mouths and that we don’t take those words lightly. The power of life and death is in our tongues. We have been given the power to either curse ourselves or bring blessings to ourselves. We also need to realize that God knows our hearts and our motives. He knows whether or not we’re simply acting like a Christian or if we’re truly being one.

From that night God spoke to me, I changed. I am a lot more aware of what I’m singing, and when I sing, I sing from my heart. Yes, sometimes I still mess up and sing with my mouth and not my heart, but when I realize what I’m doing, I get myself back on the right track and start over.

Just a side note: Be careful of other songs you sing. Many times I’ve come out of a store or restaurant singing a song from the past with a catchy tune, not even aware that I’d heard it, let alone that I’m now singing it. Sometimes, the Holy Spirit makes me aware of what I’m singing, and I realize that the words don’t line up at all with what a Christian should be speaking. The devil would like nothing better than for us to curse ourselves or open the door for sin to come in.

I ask the Lord to help each of us to be those who draw close to God with our hearts, and not just with our lips.

by Vicki Campbell

If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed. (John 8:36)

They say that when an elephant is captured in the wild, they tie its leg to a huge banyon tree in order to train it. Of course, the elephant will do everything within its power to free itself. However, in time, and after much effort, he finally realizes that when he pulls on that leg, he isn’t going anywhere. Once he has tamed down and become accustomed to his “prison,” the owner can then untie his leg and take him where he wants to go. Then, when he needs to confine him, all he has to do is tie his leg to a stake, and the elephant will stay put. 

The elephant has the strength and ability to easily pull up that stake and go wherever he wanted, but because of his conditioning, he believes that when he feels the tug of the rope around that leg, he is helpless to move and doesn’t even try to get free.

Then, I’m sure you’ve heard the story about the trained fleas. The fleas are captured and put into a jar with the lid tightened. Like the elephants, the fleas keep trying to jump out. Before long they figure out when they jump to the top, they will end up with a headache from banging their heads on the lid. The fleas soon learn their limitations and know just how high they can jump in their new home.

Once they’ve become accustomed to this, you can take the lid off of the jar. The fleas are now free to leave and go visit the nearest cat or dog, but they won’t. Even though they’ve gained their freedom, they still jump around in the jar just like the lid was still in place.

One of my favorite stories, though, comes from an old western comedy, Support Your Local Sheriff.  James Garner has been made sheriff in this rinky-dink town. When he goes into his office and jailhouse, he discovers that there are no bars on any of the cells. When he turns around with a perplexed expression, they quickly explain that they just haven’t come in yet. Without a word, the sheriff gets a bucket of red paint, and dipping his brush into it, proceeds to splatter red paint in a line where the bars should go.

It isn’t long before he must arrest and lock up a bandit, who thinks a breakout will be a cinch in his new home. However, the sheriff, nonchalantly, props his legs up on the desk and asks this prisoner if he sees the red line. He tells him it’s the result of what happened to the last guy who tried to break out . . . poor fellow! Of course, the prisoner believes this story to the point that when his buddies try to come to his rescue, he won’t leave.

It’s easy when you’re on the outside looking in at each of these—the elephant, the fleas, and the bandit—to see how ridiculous it seems for any of them to be confined to their make-believe prisons. It seems so obvious to us that they are free to go and do what they want. However, with the truth being distorted, they are deceived into believing that they must live in these self-made prisons.

Years ago, God gave Bill a dream where he saw row after row of jail cells. The prisoners in these cells weren’t criminals. No! They were Christians. Some needed to be freed from sickness and disease. Some needed to be freed from a spirit of poverty. Still, others needed to be freed from Satan’s bondages and traps that they had fallen into. God told Bill that through the power of His Spirit, he was to unlock these prison doors so that His children could be set free.

It is most exciting when we see sinners freed from their sins and accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior. It is also exciting when we see Christians healed, set free, and delivered. Jesus desires for us to be free in Him.

Unfortunately, in our quest to unlock the prison doors and set them free, we see many Christians who continue to sit in their prison cells with the door wide open. They have the ability to walk out, but they don’t. For various reasons, Satan has deceived them into believing that they are still prisoners.

One example that comes to mind is the woman who came into a service on crutches. She was on disability and said she wanted healed. Bro. Bill prayed for her, and she was healed. She threw her crutches down and ran all over the church. Some time later, we asked someone about her, and I couldn’t believe what I was told.

The woman, fully healed, knew that she was no longer eligible for disability and became concerned how she would live, until she talked herself right back into her sickness. She believed the lies of the devil. Didn’t she realize that if Jesus set her free from her sickness, he would also make a way for her to earn a living? She chose to live in her self-made prison rather than accept the freedom Jesus had given her. Don’t be like her! Choose to live free in Jesus!

And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.  (John 8:32)

Vicki

Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies . . . Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.   (Proverbs 31:10, 28)

A mother’s love is a mere glimpse of God’s sacrificial and unending love for us. It is truly a gift from God, and I am blessed to have been raised by a godly mother who loved me very much and taught me about Jesus.

Walk with me a moment down Memory Lane. Mom married Dad when she was only 15 and had me (the first of six) when she was 17. She and Dad will celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary in September.

Mom has always been very shy and backward. She doesn’t like being noticed and gets really embarrassed if she is the center of attention, like at the golden wedding anniversary party we threw for her and Dad. She is most comfortable sitting on the back pew at church. Mom has a beautiful voice and would sit in her rocking chair and sing all of her kids to sleep throughout the years, but she wouldn’t dream of getting up in church and singing a “special.”

On the other hand, you could always count on mom to bake cookies for Vacation Bible School or school parties; cook food for a family when someone died; and have the evangelist over for supper. There was an Air Force Base about 15 miles from us, and many times the service men would visit our church. Mom was sympathetic to these young men, knowing they were away from their families. Many times she would invite them home for dinner and the afternoon until time for the evening service. She gave them a home-cooked meal and made them feel like part of the “family.”

Sometimes, moms have to be willing to sacrifice for their children. When I was in the 6th grade, our class was taking a trip to Chicago, and I was so excited. Mom stayed up until late in the night sewing me a new dress for my trip—that was back when girls had to wear dresses to school. Mom even made my wedding gown, and I didn’t pick out a simple pattern, either. It had tiers of lace, plus intricate sequins and beadwork.

Then came the day when I got the disease, guillian barre, and couldn’t walk or take care of myself. Being a mom, myself, I can only imagine how she felt seeing me like that. It doesn’t matter how old your kids are, moms hurt when their kids hurt, especially when they’re helpless to make it all better.

I didn’t have anyone else to take care of me while my husband worked, and mom came over every day. Not only did she take care of me, but she also cleaned house, did the laundry, cooked, and took care of my three kids when they came home from school. That was truly a sacrifice of love, because then, she had to go home and do it all over again there.

I appreciate her and thank God for a special mom who’s been there for me when I needed her most. She’s a mom who taught by example—such as praying and reading her Bible every day. Yes, we’ve had our differences, just like most mothers and daughters do at times, but she has always loved me and taught me how to be a respectable wife and woman of God.

Motherhood is a big responsibility. Words can’t describe the love you feel looking down and seeing your tiny newborn baby for the first time and holding that child close in your arms. You want only the best life possible for them.

How disappointing it is when you discover that you can’t always give them the best! How frustrating it is when, sometimes, you don’t know what really is best for them! My three children are all so different from each other that what I thought was best for one of them wasn’t necessarily best for the other two.

How helpless you feel when you realize that you can’t always protect your children from being hurt! In fact, there may even be times when you, yourself, make mistakes and inadvertently hurt them, and you wonder how you can ever make it right again. How heartbreaking it is when you see your children make mistakes that can affect them for the rest of their lives, and you can’t do anything about it.

These are the times when you have to humble yourself before God and admit your inabilities and failures. It’s during these times that you must give your children to God and trust Him with them.

Years ago, God spoke to me and said, “You know how much you love your children. . . I love them much more than you do.” When I understood that God loved my kids a lot more than I did, I was free to release them into His care. I knew He could do a much better job with them than I could. I’m only human, and my wisdom is foolishness in His eyes. God has a personalized plan for each of our five children, and I’m believing that his perfect plan will be fulfilled in each one of them. He can do what I can’t, and His unconditional, unending love will never leave or forsake them.

Vicki

When I was born again back in the early 80s, I began to question the Lord about the church.  Not a particular church, but the overall church of our Lord.  I began to see people who were sick, broken down and financially in ruin.  I could not understand why the people in the church looked no different that the people who were not born-again.  I saw individuals who had developed cancer just like the cancer of those who did not serve Him.  I saw that most of the church was financially in dept and living from day to day just barely making ends meet.  I saw that most of the church had no peace.  And again, I saw many struggling with high blood pressure, diabetes, heart disease, and many other infirmities that should not be in the church.  I cried out many times asking God why these things are prevalent in the body of Christ. 

Could it be that we are much like the people in Jesus home town.  When Jesus left the place where He was brought up, his heart was filled with discouragement.  All those in His home town who were crippled died with their infirmity.  All those who were blind died with their blindness.  How horrible Jesus must have felt when He discovered that all he could do there was heal a few colds & flues, maybe a few fevers.  Unbelief was so strong that even Jesus could not heal their diseases.

 3     Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary, the brother of James, and Joses, and of Juda, and Simon? and are not his sisters here with us? And they were offended at him. 4     But Jesus said unto them, A prophet is not without honour, but in his own country, and among his own kin, and in his own house. 5     And he could there do no mighty work, save that he laid his hands upon a few sick folk, and healed them (Mark 6:3-5).

I believe there are many hindrances to receiving what we need from the Lord.

No Desire To Grow Will Hinder Your Ability To Receive.  Some people want to just live on the edge of what they can get away with.  They want to give God 10%, then when they are in trouble, they want a God to dispatch armies of angels on their behalf.  Why should we think that God will give us any more than we have given Him.  We will not raise our hands, we will not get involved in the service, we have set rules with our attendance, sad to say, but most Christians will not read the Bible.  If you want what God has promised, then we may have to change to get it.  Grow in the things of God.  Get on the meat of the Word and go all the way with God.  In doing so, He will go all the way with you!

Failing To Repent Of Sin Will Hinder Your Ability To Receive.  You cannot have what God has and live anyway you want to.  I had a man tell me one time. “I will not allow anyone to tell me what to do.”  Well, that attitude certainly will not get you anywhere with God.  We must be pliable in His hands, willing to admit our failure, willing to call sin sin.

In today’s world, people want to have every excuse for their sin and most will not call sin what it is.  There is only one thing to do with sin, repent and go the other way.  There is only one lifestyle expectable with God, that is one which is holy which is described by the word of God.  Anything other than that is Sin.  You cannot think that God will heal you and at the same time you can continue in your sin.

Unforgiveness Will Hinder The Move Of God In Your Life. We must be willing to forgive those who have hurt us, those who have wronged us, those who have somehow sinned against us.  Failure to forgive will rob you of every blessing the Lord has to offer us through his promises.  Let’s look at the scripture:

 ²³    For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith. ²⁴    Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them. ²⁵    And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses. ²⁶    But if ye do not forgive, neither will your Father which is in heaven forgive your trespasses (Mark 11:23-26).

Maybe you have not talked to your mother for the past five years, maybe there was an argument at a family reunion and you have not forgiven her!  Maybe you were abused.  Did you know God will help you to forgive?  In doing so, you will untie the hands of the Lord.  He will do what he has wanted to do all along.  Healing is the children’s bread!!!