From the Muck to the Mighty; My Journey with Jesus

As we were worshiping today in church I saw a vision. The sky was dark and red. There were black clouds signaling the appearance of a storm. To me it felt as if I was in the middle of the storm already. There was no rain, but the wind, the thunder and the hint of lightening shifted the atmosphere to a darker place. The land I was standing on was dry, dusty and rocky terrain. As I looked out, I realized that I was on a hill about half way up. I blinked my eyes and as they opened I saw a war. There were soldiers in full armor at battle. There was fire all around me. I heard swords clanging, screams of rage, anger, pain, death and destruction.  There were bodies laying on the ground. The air was filled with hatred, greed and the stench of burned flesh. As I looked down the hill I could see that it was charred to black sand. There was nothing left behind me. Nothing at all.  I heard the Lord calmly say “take the hill, Ash” as if I was playing a game of capture the flag. As I began...

  Sometimes spiritual warfare hides behind the scenes. Sometimes our thoughts are manipulated by the enemy. Sometimes its as simple as feeling a constant state of hyper emotions or sensory overload with  frustration, anxiety, worry, panic or dread. Sometimes its feeling nothing at all. Sometimes the devil hides and sometimes he shows up and gets right in you face, literally. Friday I kicked demons out during a deliverance session and Sunday they were trying to choke me in the middle of the night. This is the first time anything like this has happened to me physically. I've seen visions but nothing ever to this extent and nothing that's ever physically tried to harm me. Until now.  That evening I was trying to sleep but couldn't. I was tossing and turning. I stayed up messaging a friend late at night and at about 2am I finally decided that I was going to lay down and try to fall asleep, restless or not. As I laid my head down, I felt a spinning in my mind. Like that room s...

 🙌🏻🔥❤️✝️🍪🤪 🤲🏻💪🏻🛡⚔️ Another amazing night of deliverance and healing. The Lord showed up powerfully. I had been struggling today with feeling like I missed an opportunity to pray for someone when I stopped at Walmart this afternoon. I was really convicted that I didn’t step out. As I was praying in repentance I decided it would be a good idea to pray “Lord, the next thing you say to do, I will do without reservation” Little did I know what I was getting into. 🤣🙌🏻 After we finished the deliverance, I felt a stirring in my spirit that there was going to be a powerful breakthrough. I didn’t know what but I knew something big was about to happen. The beautiful young lady we were praying for had mentioned that she had covid back in January and hadn’t been able to taste or smell much since. There it was, that whisper of the Lord reminding me of exactly what I prayed earlier. “Touch her tongue, Ash” the Lord said. Immediately calling me out of my comfort zone and straight into...

Today the Lord wrecked me. Absolutely wrecked me in His love and His glory. As I was sitting on the couch with Nash, he looked over at me and said “Help, me stuck!” I took a closer look and saw that his little legs were tangled in the blanket and indeed he was “stuck”. He had gotten himself into that little mess but I was more than happy to help him out of it. After I had untangled him he opened his arms and said “mommy, please, me hug!” I embraced that little guy and as I did, his arms flung around my neck and he squeezed me so tight. He said “I love you” and I did everything I could to hold back tears. I love him so much. I love my daughter so much. How much more does the Lord love us?! The Lord put on my heart the first time Nash was able to say “I love you” and the amazing way that made me feel. He put on my heart how amazing it feels when your children want hugs from you. When they wrap their arms around you and squeeze. The joy you feel when you hear them giggle and the pain you ...

  Deliverance. It's the part of ministry that often gets overlooked. It's misunderstood and often disguised. It's wrapped in pretty packages such as healing services, freedom encounters or chain breaking services, just to get churches to open their doors to it. Everyone wants that instant freedom, that power encounter, and to experience that euphoric presence of the Lord. Yet, many don't recognize the spiritual warfare of every day life for what it is. Many won't crack their bibles open on any day other than Sunday morning. Some go weeks, months or years without reading a single word of it for themselves. Then they constantly wonder why they're struggling. Why the drinking, smoking or partying isn't enough. Why they still feel empty and isolated, even when they are in a crowded room. They wonder where their breakthrough is. They wonder why the Lord feels so far away. He isn't the one that moved. He isn't the one that withdrew His hand. He isn't t...

I'll be honest in saying that I haven't felt like writing much, worshiping much or even doing anything at all ministry wise, since my experience last Friday. Deliverance is truly overlooked in the churches because it's scary. Not only is it scary, but it puts a giant target on your back that the enemy's snipers being to hone in on. There is a saying in America "Freedom isn't free" I can tell you with absolute certainty that the same thing goes for spiritual freedom. It comes at a cost. It comes with eye opening experiences. It comes with the ability to discern the evil all around you. For many prophetic people, it comes with every sense being completely overwhelmed, constantly bombarded with both good and evil all at once. All day every day. You can't just turn it off and zone out, even when you want to. I have been struggling with this, more so now than ever. When I was praying this morning I heard the Lord say "he is testing your testimony, Ash...

 By now you all know my stance on demons, Jesus, Heaven and hell. You’ve read my blogs and have seen the videos. Some of you I’ve prayed with, worshiped with and lived life with. This journey continues to unravel the darkness that has covered me like wet blankets. It’s like you’re so used to the weight that you don’t even realize it’s there until it lifts.  I remember being a teenager and sneaking into my parents room to steal cigarettes off of my dad. I remember seeing a card on his dresser. It has a Masonic symbol on it. I didn’t really think much of it and went on with my life. I believe it was a membership card but I can’t be certain, and to this day he won’t really talk about it if I ask. He tells me I’m crazy. For years I thought I was. This past Friday night, I found out that I wasn’t.  It started at the retreat. At one point Jen, Christy, Lacie and I were in a back room praying for one another. As they prayed for me, I felt the urge to ask them to pray against any...