#Praise And Worship

[thewordfortheday]

Psalm 34:1 I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth.

It's easy to praise God when things are looking good and going our way, but what about the times when we face trials in our lives and things aren't so good and we feel like giving up? In Psalm 34 David didn't say sometimes I will praise Him or only in the good times, he said, "I will praise Him at all times and His praises shall continually be in my mouth."

Life is hard, there is no doubt about that and our enemy satan would love nothing more than for us to give up, instead we need to get on our knees and lift our hands in praise. Praise God for being the unchangeable God He is and for being in control even when things seem so out of control. Praise Him because He is the Creator of heaven and earth.  Praise Him for being the God that heals, delivers, sustains, provides, and is our ever present help in times of trouble. Praise Him for being right there with you in the storm.

[walkswithmyfather]

Psalm‬ ‭150:1‭-‬6‬ ‭(NIV‬‬). “Praise the Lord. Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty heavens. Praise him for his acts of power; praise him for his surpassing greatness. Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre, praise him with timbrel and dancing, praise him with the strings and pipe, praise him with the clash of cymbals, praise him with resounding cymbals. Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.”

“Everything That Has Breath Shall Praise”

“Make it your daily habit to look for the good things God gives and does.”

“The desire to give praise is hardwired in the human spirit—it’s an impulse we can’t ignore. And as Christians, we’re called to direct that tendency to the One who made us. The apostle Peter says it like this: “You are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God’s own possession, so that you may proclaim the excellencies of Him who has called you out of darkness into His marvelous light” (1 Peter 2:9).

It’s a beautiful truth that we are God’s own people—created, chosen, and called by Him to live a life of praise, both on our own and with other believers. In Psalm 34, David says, “I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth” (Psalm 34:1). However, he’s not content to be a solo act. He exhorts other believers to join him: “Exalt the Lord with me, and let’s exalt His name together” (Psalm 34:3).

So let’s praise Him at church on Sunday morning and on our front porches at sunset—when we start the workday and each evening as we lie down to rest. Also, let’s remember to praise Him not only for what He has done but also for the excellency of His character. God truly is worthy of our adoration!”

[sunnyschristiancottage]

Today is a great day to worship Jesus

[efqgfjdnw]

FUCK Tessa,

I want to be Cyn,

even months after episode eight I still wish I was her. Seeing how so many drones become scared of her, that feeling must be exhilarating. But also,

she's fucking adorable??

At the same time???

I could only wish, prey to any possible deity to be her.

J, Just look how scared she makes N.

JUST by her presence.

Imagining him just.. racking his head,

N, no way this is MY Cyn..

Right?

Just after years of not seeing each other,

the

re-

-union.

I want THAT type of reunion with anyone who knew me.

And her adorable facial expressions, along with her more horrifying ones and those that are a mixture of both.

Her stance is also what I could only wish to have,

her beauty,

her body horror,

her deliveries??

“Bad job, V” Clink

I could never think of clever things to say right on the spot.

Cyn is all I ever wanted to be. But I could never, obviously sadly, be her. Her voice is the perfect amount of adorable and terrifying, sinister and beautiful.

Yes, I know she wore Tessa's skin, and you can say I’m calling Tessa beautiful and all that, but here. No.

Tessa is no more. She doesn’t exist anymore, it’s just Cyn. Cyn is Tessa now. It’s now all her and only her. Tessa’s skin is perfect for her. No one else could pull her off.

I wish I was Cyn-like.

My body is too big, my voice is too high pitched, hell, I’m too short to even be terrifying. Nor am I cute enough to be adorable.

Cyn is everything.

I wish I was Cyn.

💛

No hate to those who love Tessa 🫶

[atroquinin3-my-l0ve]

I think it says something about me personally that I struggle with getting off on dumbification/bimboification/petplay in the “useless cute little puppy” way, but immediately fall apart over being someone’s weapon or tool or useful object or hunting dog or smart little thing. I need to be lesser than in a masochistic way but also I have to be so useful all of the time. I can’t be a dumb puppy, because then I can’t outperform all of your other puppies and make your life easier and impress you every single day and snarl and bite at anyone who is anything less than worshipful to you. I’d rather be a useful slut, brilliant, helpful and an active participant in my own subjugation. And isn’t that a better feeling anyway? Knowing that someone so worthwhile absolutely worships you? Knowing that I could easily ruin someone, and I would if you ever directed me to?

[lunariiawrites]

Praise

Pairing: Cumulus x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Soft dom Cumulus, sexual content, dirty talk, praise

Summary: After a fight breaks out, you're left to clean up the mess, and Cumulus decides to show you a few notes on the piano, among other things.

a/n: My first smut in over seven years and my first f/f fic ever! Feedback is appreciated since I'm always hoping to grow, but I hope you like it!

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Silence is both a blessing and a curse.

The morning had started oddly, the halls being almost silent save for the quiet footsteps of the siblings migrating to breakfast or whatever tasks they had assigned to them for the day. Fortunately, your tasks weren’t as time-consuming as normal, and having them done within a few hours allowed you to relax for a minute or two; hoping that Sister Imperator didn’t come rushing out of the shadows to scold you.

Sunlight decorated the wall in a multitude of colors, shining in from the stained glass window above. The clock overhead ticked ominously and you got the weird feeling that something wasn’t right. As time ticked on, the feeling nagged at you, gnawing at your brain like a pack of rabid wolves. 

It was the first crash that broke the silence. 

Being near the practice room, it would make sense that noise was being made. However, these weren’t the usual melodic tones that Papa and the ghouls would normally produce when practicing for a tour. Instead, it was a loud din of crashing, shouting, and growls that made you worried to move from your secluded bench in the hallway. After a few more minutes of shouting that suspiciously sounded like Dew and Swiss, the halls were almost quiet again. 

Carefully making your way to the practice room, you peered inside, shocked to see the instruments in chaotic disarray. Papa stood in the middle of the mess, a frown clear on his face as he rubbed his temples in frustration. The door creaked, revealing your presence to the normally cheerful leader. 

‘Strange. Where’d everyone go?’

“Ah, sister.” Giving a sad smile, he swept his hand around the room. “It’s quite a mess, no?” Indeed it was. Instruments were scattered haphazardly on the floor, joined by picks and sheets of music. It looked like a tornado had flung everything around before blinking out of existence.

“What happened?” 

“There was a fight.” Shrugging, he sighed. “Everything was going fine one moment, then the next… Poof.”

Honestly, you felt bad for him. A fight breaking out was never a good thing and being that Papa viewed the ghouls as friends, as many in the abbey did, you could tell that not knowing how to help was hitting him hard.

A soft knock tapped on the door as it creaked open again. Looking over your shoulder, Papa nodded solemnly. 

“Sister,” With a pleading look, he gestured around the room. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“Don’t worry about it, Papa.” Picking up some music sheets from the floor, you gave a reassuring smile. “I got this.”

After Papa had left the room, muttering something about Sister Imperator and her constant meetings, you set to work. Picking up a few more stray music sheets, you set them on a stand, almost painfully aware of a gaze locked onto you. 

“Need some help?” A sweet voice startles you, as does the warm breath that tickles your ear. Turning, you’re surprised to see Cumulus standing behind you, surprisingly not wearing her mask. Instead, her glamour was almost fully off, as were the ghouls’ rights within the abbey. 

“Sure.” Handing her the music notes, you smiled sheepishly. “Could you help me sort these? You’d know the order better than I would.”

Nodding, she took the sheets from you, arranging them so they were actually readable. Turning, you began to pick up the various instruments strewn all over, hoping that none of them were broken. 

“It’ll be ok.” Cumulus broke the silence, setting the finished stack of papers back onto the stand. 

“What?”

“The whole fight thing? Dew and Swiss were messing around and it got taken too far.” She explained casually, picking up her keyboard. “They’ll be fine. Probably make up by the end of the night.”

That wasn’t a surprise. Both Dew and Swiss had tempers that sometimes flared as a result of their banter. Thankfully, you had never been on the receiving end of either, the two usually treating you with respect and delivering good natured teasing at the most. 

Cumulus hummed thoughtfully as she played a bit on her keyboard, her fingers tapping the keys lightly. Staring at her reverently, you smiled, getting lost in the music. After a bit, she nodded, satisfied. 

“I wish I could play like you.” 

“Come here.” Cumulus patted the seat next to her and you climbed the short steps of the stage, taking a seat on the padded cushion. “I’ll show you some things.” 

Her hands were soft as they held yours, showing you where to press to produce certain notes and demonstrating certain chords. Eventually, she stood behind you, chin resting on your shoulder as she calmly guided you.

“Good girl.” Cumulus’ unique scent of vanilla and honey floats around you, invading your senses and making you shiver along with her words. “You’re doing so well.”

Your eyes closed as her hands left yours, goosebumps raising as cool fingertips caressed your heated skin, trailing up your arms. 

“I’ve watched you, you know.” Running a hand through your hair, she chuckles as you tilt your head towards her touch. “Always running around, always helping everyone but never quite taking the time to relax.” Claws lightly scratch at your scalp and you groan, the noise barely slipping out.

“You’re so adorable.” Humming, she released your hair and gently grasped your jaw. “Look at me.” The words were a command, wrapped in a soft and gentle tone.

Opening your eyes made you flinch at first, not expecting her to be that close. Her hair spilled over her shoulder, almost tickling your face as you searched her own.

“You’re gorgeous.” Cumulus smiles at the compliment, a light blush blooming across her cheeks.

“So are you, sweetheart.” The words catch you off guard, and a blush flares across your cheeks, and the temptation to avert your eyes is high. Somehow, you keep your attention in front of you. 

“I’d love to help you unwind a little.” Her thumb caressed your cheek almost lovingly, and you smiled. Cumulus waited for an answer, the hand not holding your face trailing up your thigh to squeeze lightly, grounding you for the moment. “What do you say?”

Word of what all ghouls were like behind closed doors frequently spread among the siblings, and the ghoulettes were said to be passionate lovers, if not a bit rough once in a while. Heat pooled in your gut as your mind brought unbidden images of what exactly Cumulus had in store for you if you were to say yes. 

Hand on your thigh tightening, Cumulus growled softly, her tail waving back and forth in anticipation.

It didn’t take much to make a choice.

“Yes.” 

The world spun as Cumulus pulled you from the semi-clean practice room. After a minute or so of walking and trying to keep up with her hurried pace, you ended up in a room decorated in white and blue.

Cumulus’ room.

Pressing you against the door, Cumulus pressed a hand next to your head, slotting a thigh in between your legs as she partially caged you in, a hungry look in her eyes. Control was something that the air ghoulette was normally praised for, but in this instance it looked like she was struggling.

“Last chance, love.” A purr rose from her throat as she nuzzled your throat, nipping gently. “If you don’t leave now, that’s it. You’re mine.” 

Instead of answering with words, you answered with a harsh kiss, pulling her down towards you. 

Her eyes flashed briefly before closing, not that she gave enough time for you to properly notice the flicker of her iris’. Instead of the soft and gentle ghoul you’d come to perceive her as, Cumulus’ demeanor now changed to that of the predator all the ghouls could be at heart.

You weren’t afraid in the least.

Shallow breaths left you as her plush lips continually met yours, the pace of the kiss almost seeming feverish. Your hands wound into her hair, tugging lightly on the blonde curls and coaxing a gentle moan from her. Her lips traveled down your neck, leaving wet kisses and the occasional bite. 

Some of the siblings expressed a fear of being bitten, thinking that the ghouls’ fangs were too sharp. Instead, it seemed to offer just the right amount of pain among the pleasure, and Cumulus was careful not to break the delicate skin between her teeth. She chuckled as you craned your neck to give her more room. 

“Such a good girl.” A lightning bolt of arousal shot through you at her words and she smirked, gripping your chin and directing your hooded eyes to focus on her.

“I think someone likes to be praised.” 

Before long, you’re seated on the plush bed, covers silky against your skin as you fumbled with the buttons of your habit. You had managed to pull the top over your head, making your hair a mess. Cumulus kneeled in front of you, already undressed, a smile on her lips as she pulled off your skirt, claws leaving light scratches on your skin. 

Leaning forward, you kiss down her collarbone and she sighs, fingers tangling in your hair. Murmuring her assent, she pushes your head down and moans when your breath ghosts her chest, tongue darting out to lick a hardened nipple. Cumulus purrs as you worship her, massaging her breasts as you lick, bite and suck. 

Without warning, you’re flipped, Cumulus straddling your waist. She hums, kissing down your collarbone before copying your earlier actions, sucking hard. Your hips bucked, barely moving with the way she was holding your hips down. A keening whine left your throat, and you couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Please!” You begged, the plea sounding semi-broken from your throat. Cumulus smiled, lifting her head to regard you carefully. Purring, she stroked a cool hand down the flushed skin of your face, trailing her touch down to your waist.

“What is it, baby?” She cooed, voice soft and sweet once more. “Want me to fuck you?” 

“Yes!” 

“I’ll give you my fingers tonight.” Cumulus agreed, dipping a hand beneath your underwear to stroke your core lightly, adding to the fire. “Then if you’re good, you might get something else tomorrow.” A devious light entered her eyes for a moment and she smiled innocently.

“I might even share.”

The bloom of heat raged inside you at her words, and you gasped, bucking against her hand. Cumulus watched lovingly, seeing you become more desperate, stroking your clit with a steady hand and bending down to say the most filthy things in your ear. 

“My good girl.” Pressing a finger into your folds, she whispered sweetly to you, curling her fingers just right to make you see stars. “If I had my way, you’d never leave this bed.”

“Fuck!” Arousal spiked as she played with the sensitive bundle of nerves. A knot settled in your stomach, and bucking your hips again, you pleaded with her to go faster. 

Speeding up her pace, she pressed a kiss to your stomach, enjoying your high pitched moan and the soft squelching noises she was making with her fingers.

“So wet for me.” A broken plea burst from your lips and she leaned down, breath ghosting onto your cunt as she pulled her fingers out, inspecting how wet they were in the light. “So responsive.”

“Cumulus, plea–” Her mouth latched onto you, tongue circling your clit and diving through your folds. “Fuck!” 

The knot burst as she sucked lightly on your clit, groaning contentedly as you came for her as she coaxed you through your orgasm, a pleased purr rumbling in her chest. 

“Good job, baby.” Exhausted, you laid next to her, sighing as she pulled you into her arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get some rest, okay?”

“Not tired.” You mumbled, honestly wanting to stay up and talk with her some more. Cumulus chuckled, pulling the covers over you and watching as you nestled your head into the pillow. 

“We’ll talk tomorrow, I promise.” She whispered, resting her chin on the crown of your head. “I’m not letting you go anytime soon.” 

Falling asleep came easily after that, the melody Cumulus was humming making you drift off peacefully, feeling safe with her arms wrapped around you. 

As you drifted off, Cumulus hugged you possessively as she heard the other ghouls through the wall, groaning at the sinful noise you two had made. Closing her eyes, the ghoulette smirked.

“She’s mine.”

[bibleversegarden]

Sing Songs of Praise to Our God

Psalm 145:1-3

I will extol You, my God, O King; and I will bless Your name forever and ever. Every day I will bless You, and I will praise Your name forever and ever. Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and His greatness is unsearchable.

Psalm 92:1-2

It is good to give thanks to the LORD, and to sing praises to Your name, O Most High; to declare Your lovingkindness in the morning, and Your faithfulness every night.

Psalm 33:1-3

REJOICE in the LORD, O you righteous! For praise from the upright is beautiful. Praise the LORD with the harp; make melody to Him with an instrument of ten strings. Sing to Him a new song; play skillfully with a shout of joy. 

Psalm 104:33-34

I will sing to the LORD as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God while I have my being. May my meditation be sweet to Him; I will be glad in the LORD.

[kindsoulbuddy]

The thing about praise and worship music at church is that

It’s catchy

Repetitive simple lyrics

It’s played on repeat every Sunday

So even though I’ve been deconstructing for years from evangelicalism, most days praise and worship music from my youth plays in my head.

So every once in a while I’ll sing to myself something joyful like “I got peace like a river I got peace like a river I got peace like a river in my soul!” 🎶

Or maybe “ Better is one day in your courts than thousands elsewhere!” 🎶

Or maybe something peaceful like “As the deer panteth for the water so my soul longeth after Thee…”🎶

Mostly it doesn’t bother me.

But then 90s/Y2K Christian pop music gets stuck in my head.

Like sometimes Rebecca St. James lyrics go through my head like this one glorifying purity culture:

“I am waiting for, praying for you darling! Wait for me too, wait for me as I wait for you! Darling Wait!”

Or you know just songs from DC Talk..

“What if I stumble, what if I fall? What if I lose my step and I make fools of us all?”

Or

“There’s no time to change your mind, the Son has come and you’ve been left behind.”

I think about the awful Rapture Anxiety I had for years and years…

And then i think about being in youth group and yes the fun times but also the moments when we had alter calls.

And the crying and sobbing. The speaking in tongues. The teenagers falling on their faces.

The sensationalized, sometimes violent “Human Videos” (just look up human videos on YouTube there are many).

Teens vowing to die for Christ.

When the Columbine shooting happened all we heard about were the apocryphal stories of students being martyred for Jesus.

I wondered “will a shooter come into our church today and ask us to deny Christ or be shot? What will I do if that happens??”

And what if I lose my salvation just because I had doubts? And what if I get possessed by a demon?

Not to mention purity culture and what it does to a young girl. (All kids suffered but we girls had to be modest and never cause any man to stumble by looking at our shoulder or something)

Abstinence class and signing a pledge to remain a pure virgin until my wedding night.

All the teenagers in every youth group were running around with raging hormones and couldn’t do anything about it. So a lot of us got married quickly. (I was engaged at 19, married at 21).

I mean I’m not even getting into young earth creationism or anti-gay rhetoric or pro life marches, etc..

But you can see that so much of my life (as good as it was for the most part, I was fortunate)was fear based?

And the thing is most of the people (congregation, I can’t speak for all the pastors and church leaders) at church didn’t mean for it to happen that way.

See, I was taught that there is freedom in Christianity. But why didn’t I feel free? That must mean my faith is weak, right?

It’s just so exhausting.

And I went to church regularly for my first 33 years of life. I volunteered, I taught Sunday school classes. I was trying to do it the right way.

Then Covid 19 happened.

I was forced to stop going to church for the first time in my life.

And honestly for years before this I was deconstructing. What really sped this process along was a certain Orange president and his very un-Christianlike followers.

And like Paul in the book of Acts, the scales fell off my eyes. I was blind but now could see. Really see.

The way my Christian peers were acting. The way they refused vaccines and even wearing masks. The cult-like behavior toward Donald Trump. The Christian nationalists.

And after a few months of no church…I realized I didn’t miss it.

After 2020, my deconstruction days really took off. I still don’t go to church (outside of a few weeks trying a gay-affirming congregation).

I used to compulsively pray.

And for hours i would pore over the scriptures trying to glean special meaning. Taking copious notes deep into the night.

(have OCD and I now realize that this brand of religion made my OCD symptoms so much worse.)

But it’s weird…

I have religious trauma. I’m learning about how I was literally in a cult. I’m still trying to unlearn stuff. I still get fearful sometimes about “what if I’m wrong?”.

But I still have good memories of growing up in church. Just like how I still sing old church songs in my head.

I’ve been to many churches, but I grew up in a small country church. I knew it like the back of my hand. It’s how I met some of my best friends and in turn, it’s how I met my husband of 17 years.

I can’t say I regret it. Like anything in life it’s complicated and complex.

I miss the social aspect of church too. I’ve never found another social space like it. I’ve tried! I can’t figure out any other “3rd place” that resembles it.

I’m not sure why i wrote so much down except to say i know a lot of people understand where I’m coming from.

In the meantime, I like to go on r/fundiesnarkuncensored, also i watch Fundie Fridays on YouTube…and I do quite a bit of reading on the subject of others who left the church. Recently I just read Tia Levings’ new book “the Well Trained Wife.”

I’m more at peace about it.

But I think my complex feelings and even some doubts will follow me forever.

[coffeeman777]

Habakkuk 3:17-18

"When the fig tree does not bud, and there are no grapes on the vines;

when the olive trees do not produce and the fields yield no crops;

when the sheep disappear from the pen and there are no cattle in the stalls—

I will still rejoice because of the Lord! I will be happy because of the God who delivers me!"

[vampknife]

I do not like calling someone "daddy" not my thing. I prefer Sir sounds more fancy and place him higher than just daddy.

"Can I cum, Sir ?"

"Please let me cum, Sir"

"May I suck your dick, Sir ?"

"Please, Sir, fuck me, Sir"

[gramarobin]

Emotional manipulation. I said what I said.

[affirmedinchrist]

5 ways to connect with God

[walkswithmyfather]

“Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord from heaven; praise him in the heights above! Praise him, all his angels; praise him, all his heavenly armies! Praise him, sun and moon! Praise him, all you shining stars! Praise him, highest heavens, and the waters above the heavens!

Let them all praise the Lord and his nature, for he gave the order and they were created. He placed them in their positions forever and ever; he established a law that will never end.

Praise the Lord from the earth, and creatures from all the depths of the seas, lightning and hail, snow and clouds, and stormy wind—everything that does as he commands.

Mountains and all the hills, fruit trees and all the trees of the forest, wild animals and all livestock, crawling animals and wild birds, earthly kings and all peoples, leaders and rulers of the world, young men and women, old people and children— Let them all praise the Lord, for his reputation is unequalled; his glory is above anything on earth or in heaven.

He has given his people a source of strength, bringing praise to his faithful followers, the people of Israel who are dear to him. Praise the Lord!” —Psalm 148:1‭-‬14 (FBV)

“If the stars were made to worship so will I

If the mountains bow in reverence so will I

If the oceans roar Your greatness so will I

For if everything exists to lift You high so will I

If the wind goes where You send it so will I

If the rocks cry out in silence so will I

If the sum of all our praises still falls shy

Then we'll sing again a hundred billion times.”

—“So Will I (100 Billion X)” By Hillsong United]

[atroquinin3-my-l0ve]

I CANNOT stop thinking tonight. I do think I’m actually dying in real life from being this horny and I do need to be put down.

Anyway.

Worship as a guard dog. You are my God and if anyone treats You as lesser I will strike the fear of You into them. This with multiple submissives. Maybe You don’t mind if Your chosen disciples brat a bit—maybe You don’t actually care about titles that much. But I do. You deserve the most formal worship, the most pure dedication, not a single thought of disobedience directed Your way. They accidentally address You by name, or forget to avert their eyes when expressing their worship, and I am down with them in a heartbeat snarling and threatening and all too sharp. You just laugh, because You’ll never need to go through the dirty labor of punishing Your followers. It’s amusing, watching how defensive I get in Your name, how I’ve become so devoted that watching someone else disrespect You is infuriating.

[feedingthefaithts-more]

Today we’re going to talk about deliverance (casting out unclean spirits.) 

What is deliverance and who needs deliverance?

Let’s dig deeper today with deliverance

meaning: liberation, freeing, rescue, or salvation. Set free from bondage.

Deliverance -Greek Soteria

definition is deliverance, salvation.

The usage: welfare, prosperity, deliverance,preservation, salvation, safety.

Hebrew - teshua

Definition: deliverance, salvation, rescue and relief.

Deliverance means to cast out evil spirits (unclean spirits, demons, devils.) helping fellow believers overcome negative thoughts, negative behaviors, and feelings not only through the Holy Spirit but Jesus too.

Jesus asked us to not only spread the good news but to cast out devils:

Mark 16:17

These signs shall follow them that believe; in my name, shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues ;

So now we broke down deliverance and it is being set free from the unclean spirits that cause to be bound. (Strongholds)

When we are saved, baptized, and received the Holy Spirit. Jesus does deliver us. We have some strongholds that we are not aware of; open doors that need to be closed.

So do we need deliverance? The answer is yes. Do Christians need deliverance? The answer is also yes. This is part of cleaning ourselves.

2 Corinthians 7:1

Having therefore these promises, dearly beloved, let us cleanse ourselves from all filthiness of the flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness in the fear of God. 

So in this verse, we can see it’s just not cleansing flesh but our spirit too.

Cleansing the flesh and spiritual cleansing :

Galatians 5: 19-21

Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these; adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, envyings, murders drunkenness, revelings, and such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time, which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God. 

Galatians 5:22-26

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. And they that are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts. If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the spirit. Let us not be desirous of vain glory, provoking one another, envying one another. 

Revelations 7:14

 and I said onto him, sir, thou knowest. And he said to me, these are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. 

Psalms 51:10

Created me a clean heart, O GOD; and renew a right spirit within me. 

We have to clean our house (flesh, and spirit) because these unclean spirits think of us as their homes. so we have to do some deep cleaning with ourselves. Remove all the clutter, and like the word says, have no room for the devil.

Ephesians 4:27

Neither give place to the devil.

We have to clean our hearts of the world. (Repent) going back to Palms 51:10  create me a clean heart, O GOD, and renew a right spirit within me.

Mouth:Remember to be mindful of the words we use. This includes what we say to others and ourselves. For example, we should avoid using foul language, gossiping about others, and constantly complaining. 

Matthew 15:11

Not that which goeth into the mouth defileth a man; but that which comets out of the mouth, this defileth a man.

Our minds are battlegrounds, with negative and intrusive thoughts launching attacks from the enemy. We must eliminate these ungodly thoughts and thought processes to emerge victorious!

Romans 12:2

And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.

2 Corinthians 10:4-5

(For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strongholds; )

Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity, every thought to the obedience of Christ;

Any hidden sin, unforgiveness, bitterness, and what you struggle with that you know that is ungodly. Example: porn, lying, being prideful etc.. we need to let go.

Ephesians 4 :21-32 

If so, be that you have heard him, and have been taught by him, as the truth is in Jesus: that you put off concerning the former conversations, the old man, which is corrupt, according to the deceitful lusts; and be renewed in the spirit of the mind; and that you put on the new man, which after God is created in righteousness and true holiness. Wherefore putting away lying, speak every man truth with his neighbor: for we are members one of another. Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath: Never give place to the devil. Let him that stole still no more: but rather let him labor, working with his hands the things which is good, that he may have to give to him that needeth. Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers. And grieve not the holy spirit of God, whereby you are sealed into the day of redemption. Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and calmour, and evil speaking, be put away from you with all malice: and be kind one to another, tenderhearted, for giving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake has forgiven you.

Spiritually we can struggle a lot and not even know it. Here’s a few examples:

Soul ties -1 Samuel 18:1 / 1 corinthians 6:16

Now soul ties can be caused by sexual lust.

Lust- Hosea 5:4

Anger- Matthew 5:22

Hatred-  Ephesians 4:31

Depression - Isaiah 61:3

Infirmity - Luke 5:13

Unforgiveness- 2 corinthians 2:10

Fear - 2 Timothy 1:7 

Suicide (should not kill) - Exodus 20:13 / Matthew 27:5

Witchcraft- revelations 9:21 / exodus 22:18

Inner vows : proverbs 20:25

Generational curses exodus34:7, 20:5-6

Joshua had stated whoever rebuilt Jericho they cursed their first born son and youngest son. Joshua 7:26-27 and God was with Joshua. In 1 kings 16:34 Hiel disregarded Joshua’s curse and rebuild Jericho. So his sons paid the price of the curse. These generational curses could be various of things. You will notice ungodly patterns (anger, drugs etc) from your grandma, your mother, even your aunts and uncles to you and your children. 

so how do we get deliverance? Throughout the Bible it will tell you how to be delivered. Psalms 34:17,50:15,107:6,34:4 2 Samuel 22:2

We have to have a firm foundation with Jesus. We have to be in his word daily, prayer, fasting, and make Him the center of our life. We are to be filled with the Holy Spirit and be baptized. We have to repent of any sins in Mark 6:13-14: noticed they said men must repent the next verse says and they cast out many devils. 

Repentance:

psalms 51:1-6

Have mercy upon me, O God, according to the lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of the tender mercies blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. For I acknowledge my transgressions.: and my sin is ever before me. Against thee, thee only, have I sinned , and done this evil in the sight: That thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest. Behold, I was shapen In iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceived me. Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shout make me to know wisdom. 

We have to be forgiving. We can’t have any unforgiveness because that gives legal right to the unclean spirit to keep that door open Matthew 18: 32-35.

Then we start renouncing our strongholds

2 Corinthian 4:2 

But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth, commending ourselves to every man’s conscience in the sight of God.

Renouncing means letting go of attachments and aversion.

Greek -apeipon

Definition: to forbid, renounce

Usage: I renounce, disown, forbid, and refuse.

This is where we can use the authority. Jesus gave us in HIS NAME . Luke 10:19 

So biblically we need fellow believers to do this because these unclean spirits don’t want to leave us that easy. So we need additional help. Example: prayer during the renouncing and deliverance.

Now you can renounce stuff on your own, but remember you are asking Jesus to deliver you and you are going to tell these unclean spirits to LEAVE IN JESUS NAME. Sometimes these unclean spirits can be stubborn. So that’s when you need a fellow believer to be there with you to help you. Prayer and fasting are what’s going to help the best.

Matthew 17:21 and Mark 9:19 

After you renounce everything you will get filled with the Holy Spirit in every vacant place in your body and we have to keep our house clean. As it says in Matthew 12:43-45 they will try to come back and they will bring seven more with them. 

Jesus called us to do this. He gave us that power ( authority).  Matthew 10:1, 28:18-20, Mark 16:15-18

Remember, it's not us doing it, it's all happening in the name of Jesus. We are merely open vessels for Him to work through. Jesus is always the answer for deliverance. He is the deliverer. All glory be to God.

Romans 7:25

I thank God through Jesus Christ, our Lord. So then with the mind, I myself serve the law of God; but with the flesh the law of sin.