Unhindered Ministries

 I had anxiety as a child. I had anxiety as a teenager. I had anxiety as an adult. I had depression as a teenager. I had depression as an adult. At 17 I went crying to my dad at 3 AM saying “I don’t want to cut myself but I need to.” In 2017 I was suicidal. My anxiety was so bad I couldn’t drive for 6 months. But God wasn’t done with me; my story wasn’t finished.  In 2017 I found out I had medication resistant depression. I had a chemical imbalance and my body would only metabolize 2 antidepressants. I got help. I saw a psychiatrist and counselor.  2020 I did counseling again with my pastor. That is when I dealt with generational curses. Every women in my family has depression and anxiety. My uncle died of suicide. What my forefathers/mothers didn’t bind in the blood of Jesus and break off the chains of, I was dealing with! See depression cursed my family. I read Free At Last by Larry Huch and broke those generational curses off. By the blood of Jesus shed on Calvary we are free!  Havi

  4 Remain in me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in me. 5 “Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing.  John‬ ‭15‬‬:‭4‬-‭5‬  This morning I read this verse and when I saw it, I envisioned a large orange tree full of fruit. What does it mean to “bear fruit”? Let’s look at Galatians first.  But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law .  Galatians 5:22-23 The Greek word translated as “fruit” refers to the natural product of a living thing. Paul used “fruit” to help us understand the product of the Holy Spirit, who lives inside every believer. The fruit of the Spirit is produced by the Spirit, not by the Christian .  Like fruit that you eat, the fruit of the spirit need ti

  The truth is I am struggling. Physically and mentally. Since 6/2022 my health has been under attack. My sciatica is so inflamed I can’t walk more than 10 minutes without pain. I’m laying on the couch on a heating pad as I write this because preparing chicken to bake for meal prepping brought me down.  Yesterday we watched The Passion of the Christ. I started to read The 7 Places Jesus Shed His Blood by Larry Huch also. This battle I am facing is spiritual warfare. I rebuke it minute by minute and plead the blood. This attack is intense though. It’s non stop and I am weary. So I am asking for prayer. That pain is gone, asthma is gone and mental health is renewed. The devil knows that I am tired. I have cried, I have yelled at the devil driving down the road. I lay on my face before God begging for healing. I have Corey anoint my back with oil. There is power in numbers though!  We are struggling as a family also with health. It’s not my story to go into but our ENTIRE family is under