People are spiritual beings inhabiting physical human bodies. It dawned on me that it is the breath of God that really makes us come alive. Our spirit gives us life, so when the spirit leaves the body, our body is no longer alive.
Embracing this gave me hope for life, a hope that’s available to everyone. Your spirit is that part of you that dreams and hopes and has aspirations. No doctor performs open-heart surgery and finds your dreams and longings inside you. Nothing like that can be found in your physical being. In much the same way, a brain surgeon doesn’t open your brain and find your intelligence. The doctor wouldn’t see 2 + 2 = 4 inscribed on the gray matter.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what I read, and I awoke with a jolt at four o’clock the next morning. Though I wasn’t familiar with the practice of meditating, that’s what I was doing as I sat there contemplating these new ideas. We are spiritual beings, and we have spiritual power.
By 6:30, I found myself on my knees on the floor, facedown on the carpet with my hands covering my face, not quite sure how I had ended up there. I firmly resolved as I prayed, “God, my earthly father used his spiritual power for evil. But from this day forward, my spiritual power will be used only for good—and for You.”
Even though I didn’t have a spiritual “grid” or reference point for what happened that morning, I knew something important and impactful had taken place. The spiritual trajectory of my life had changed forever. I didn’t know how to formulate the words to describe to anyone what had taken place that day, but what happened was real and deeply personal.
It was transformational. I couldn’t have explained to another human being what had occurred, and I didn’t for a long time. I believe that was the day that I cut ties with the influence of my father. All spiritual ties. All spiritual influence. God’s power began to influence me in new and powerful ways, and my life hasn’t been the same since.
I’ve heard people refer to such bondage as generational sin or as a generational curse. That morning, God not only broke my ties with the horrific generational sins and far-reaching impact of Ervil LeBaron, He also began teaching me how to move forward on the path He had for my life through dependence on the Holy Spirit.
As I yielded to Him, I became more and more able to trust God and His Fatherly care for me. Deep in my soul, I felt a sense of contentment with the spiritual commitment I had made. For the first time in a long time, I felt like my feet were on solid ground, and I had hope for my future.
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