TITLE: There Are No More Rooms Left In My Inn
By Felisa Walton
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There Are No More Rooms Left In My Inn"
When I think about an Inn, I see it as a place where "Anybody" can go to find some type of temporary refuge. It isn't like a house where you would take on permanent residence.
An inn supplies you with shelter or rest while recuperating from any exhaustion that you may be dealing with which could me mental or physical.
Sometimes people check into these various inns and never what to leave, not wanting to deal with the many outside distractions that are limiting them from being productive.
I decided that I would step back to examine myself, as being an inn. There were multiple rooms within me that housed a revolving door of things, people, and situations checking in and not wanting to check out.
Each of my rooms reaped of many potential deadly feelings; depression, addictions, and failed relationships that were destructive and debilitating to me.
I knew that I didn't want this for me; I did the only thing that I knew to rid my vessel of these parasites that were trying to eat me up.
Through prayer, I was able to release every destructive thing that had me bound. God's anointing spirit came through me like a whirlwind moving all the ugliness and excess baggage left from any other situations or substances. I was left with a free mind.
Today, there are multiple rooms vacant inside my inn. Nothing has the "Authority or Power: to come in and take on any residence.
When it is all said and done, God not only cleansed me internally, but also made me a better person externally. He left me with a double dose of his holy spirit to aid me in running out unwanted guest from this my "Inn.
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