Dancing with Angelic Hosts

2023 Has not started on a cheery note for me. The curveball chucked in my direction has taken the wind out of my sails and I have been trying to find my footing in rough waters ever since. It’s been a journey, which is not yet finished, to find some ground of peace and calm during this storm.

I started this blog about 5 weeks ago. My full aim was to post as soon as it was done but I found myself deleting it and starting over more times than I can count not forgetting the edit and re-editing a gazillion times in between. It’s been that rough yes!

During this time of finding a sense of “I’ve got this attitude” I cast my intention onto learning and engaging Angels. This also provided some relief to my mind which can run faster than a hamster on its 4 little legs. You may giggle at that image….

We have been conditioned in life about our image and understanding of Angels. We either see them as cute little babies with small wings shooting a little arrow of love. Perhaps you may have small carved figurines dressed in white that become a national collection point for the dust to collect on your mantle.  We have diluted and water-downed the power and reality of what Angelic hosts carry and what they truly mean to our lives.

If I think more about this I have to ask myself what are we teaching our children? Are we teaching them about the “Little Jesus” that stays in their little hearts and showing them pictures of “Little Angels” with chubby faces flying around? Or are we teaching them what the word says? Can we see how we reduce the Powerful to powerless with our words and perception?

I believe that the time is now for us to not only teach our children the real truth but also remind ourselves that Angels are not what the images and stories over the years have portrayed. So let’s jump into the word a bit. Don’t worry, I am not going to go preaching. This is as much a revelation to me as I am typing this.

Angels are powerful beings that have been placed to help us on our journey of life. Some of our Angels placed around us are our Defenders and Protectors. Others are placed to align the paths for provision and healing in our lives. They are there to lift us up so that we won’t even bump our toes. (Psalm 91 vs 12).

The power of Angels in my life has been something I have been pondering on, especially now in my current situation.

Spending some time studying that specific chapter in Psalms helped me to understand that these mighty beings are actually pretty cool if you change your perspective about them as being these little figurines we have in our homes.

I was introduced to two Angels very recently, my Protector and my Defender. As we read in Psalms 91 and 109. David reached the point where he drew a line in the sand and prayed to God. I’m sure he also felt his anger stirring inside of him against those constantly rising against Him. Similar to my story. David cried out in anguish for Father to see what is being done to HIM. Because, the word says, we are one with Jesus.  What is being done to and against us, becomes extremely personal to Jesus. Do not touch the apple of His eye!

Recently Dear Delilah reared her ugliness in my life again.

Oh wait, didn’t I mention this earlier?

Yes, dear old Delilah came back for the second portion on my behalf. Or is it a fourth?

I call her old because her arrows aimed at me are getting old. Tiresome and I had enough. If I sound angry. I most certainly am. If I sound irritated at the situation, I am. At this moment I am taking all the feelings I can feel and voicing them without any condemnation. Because darn it! I had my fill.

(If you remember, I wrote a blog about her a while back, which you can read here.)

The paw-paw hit the fan on 23 December.  Delilah tried hard with another attempt to cover her wrongdoings. Her action was another way of trying to deliver more anguish over myself and my family. I could feel the deep core of my being over the past few weeks moving into a point of anger over the hurtful lies that are being spoken over us yet again. I was truly and honestly tired of this vendetta replaying its crazy story over and over.

I sat with Father and I could imagine myself taking a long stick and drawing a line in the sand like David and I said to Him: “No more”!

My frustrations welled up inside and I was angry. I meditated and spent my time quieting my mind, trying to find some reasoning behind all this when I was taken into a vision.

I saw myself, larger than life, rising down into the middle of our complex facing my accusers. Tongues of flames surrounded me and everyone. I knew God was busy with something. Not necessarily against my accusers but with me. This event was another part of the shaping and building of the new Charlene where she realizes her worth. Her identity. Where Charlene, comes into a place of knowing the authority and might she carries.

After the vision, I had a feeling of authority. That little bubbly feeling that there is a plan and outcome for the current situation.

I have taken the time to really sit and become aware of the presence of Angels in my day and night when I sleep and dream about them.  I can say for certain that I am still getting my days where I feel so overwhelmed by the magnitude of this storm that I get caught up in the whirlwind of whether everything will be ok. Fear tightens my throat and tears lie shallow ready to be cried. Breathing becomes hard and I lose my footing and focus. And through all this, I have to remember my darling daughter that does not yet know how to cope and understand everything.

Knowing I have Angels AND the Father, Son, and HOLY SPIRIT covering me and surrounding me gives me some growth hormones to my little mustard seed which hopefully will grow into a watermelon that can move the mountain.

The events following are not important. It’s playing itself out. I have had word and confirmation from Father and so many praying with me, that yet again this will not come to pass. It will be another testimony for another day. So keep a lookout for Part 2. For now, I will be staying in prayer and working on my mustard seed knowing I can Dance with Angelic hosts.