There’s Something to That

By: Chaunte McClure

Chaunte McClureWhile attending a housewarming a few years ago, I sat with two other young ladies and somehow we started talking about having kids. One of the young ladies who wanted a child asked me if I had children. When I said no, she asked if I wanted any. I think I shook my head and then she said, “there’s something to that.”

Well, little did I know, there really was something to that. In March, I was skimming through “Battlefield of the Mind” and meditating on some of the scriptures Joyce Meyer references in preparation for a series of life classes I co-facilitated that month. I read the book a year or so prior for our Sunday school class, but interestingly enough, God revealed something different to me about myself during my study time. In the book, Meyer wrote that Satan begins to deceive us when we are young, “waging war on the battlefield” of our minds.

God reminded me of a time when I said that I didn’t want children because I didn’t want them to grow up without a father like I did. I was probably a pre-teen or teen when that seed was planted in mind and out of it grew branches of distrust, insecurity and bitterness. As a child I began to believe that my children’s father would be absent, so to prevent abandonment or absenteeism, I decided (as a child!) that I wouldn’t have children. So the young lady at the housewarming was right, because there was something to me not wanting to have children.

I’m glad God revealed that stronghold so I could one, see how manipulative Satan can be and two, change the way I was thinking. My only regret … I wish I realized this sooner.

What kind of thoughts or past experiences are holding you captive? Ask God to help you discover them.

More ‘baby talk’ to come in my next post.

11 thoughts on “There’s Something to That

  1. Its never to late to give birth to a new relationship, even if someone cannot give birth naturally. My aunt had a child around the age of fifty, so I guess it depends on the individual.

    I too grew up with stigma’s against myself. Those stigma’s we’re planted into my mind by the people that surrounded me superstitious family. They always said I was smart but crazy, and no one would want to take time to be with me, with no father for guidance, mother 15 years old, my path was hard.

    I lived under the curse and scrutiny for years of being a misfit. As I got older I noticed folks would always consult with me about specific things, but I really never had friends. I was designed to be the black sheep of my family from a child, and was manipulated to believe I was less than folks the were lighter skinned than me.

    Now I have children of my own who’s skin colors are very different in tone. However, I instill balance, passion, and creativity in each of them based on their inner make up, rather than their exterior appearance.

    God has given me a new face in my family, among friends, and in my community. Pastor Paula White, often quoted a cliche, that stuck in my mind, for a long time. Paula said you cannot conquer what you can’t confront, and you can’t confront what you won’t identify.

    I began to identify those spirits that were dropped on me as a child. I took those things to God and said I didn’t ask, purchased, or steal these spirits thats stapled themselves to me, I ask God to take those unclean attributes from me and give me my mountain, God can reverse any curse and restore the years that the locust has eaten.

    God Bless.

    • Thanks for sharing your experiences, Irwin. I’m so glad you’ve been able to identify those strongholds and have asked God to loose the chains. All of us have some kind of unfortunate situation, but not everyone will realize they’re in battle and can be victorious. I’m glad you have the victory!

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