Thee Farm Wife

Thee Farm Wife

Tuesday, October 27, 2015


(Confession #337: My house is a mess as I write this. I had a tooth extracted yesterday and nothing has been done. We ate mac and cheese for dinner. Just keeping it real.)

Who do you consult when you have a legal issue? A lawyer.

Who you consult if you have an engine problem? A mechanic.

Who do you consult when you want to know an outcome? Your horoscope? The stars? A psychic?

 “‘Do not turn to mediums or seek out spiritists, for you will be defiled by them. 
I am the Lord your God."
 Leviticus 19:31

"When someone tells you to consult mediums and spiritists, who whisper and mutter, should not a people inquire of their God? 
Why consult the dead on behalf of the living?" 
Isaiah 19:31

If you have consulted with the other side then it's time to take back what Satan has tried to steal from you: peace and joy.

Watch this:

There is a battle for your soul. And you belong to Jesus. 

Tomorrow, a book review on Fervent by Priscilla Shirer. A book that radically changed my life in one paragraph.

Until then, rest well, my friend. 

It is well with my soul. 

  1. When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
    When sorrows like sea billows roll;
    Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
    It is well, it is well with my soul.
    • Refrain:
      It is well with my soul,
      It is well, it is well with my soul.
  2. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
    Let this blest assurance control,
    That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
    And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
  3. My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!—
    My sin, not in part but the whole,
    Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
    Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
  4. For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
    If Jordan above me shall roll,
    No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
    Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
  5. But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
    The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
    Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
    Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!
  6. And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
    The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
    The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
    Even so, it is well with my soul.
  7. Horatio G. Spafford, 1873

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