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No More Mourning, It's Time to Travail!





Written by Michelle P. Crump

Copyright @2016

Published By MPCOMII



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No part of this book may be used in any manner without written permission.





All scripture reference used in this book can be found in www.biblegateway.com KJV and AMP





















Acknowledgement



I would like to thank God, my heavenly Father. I acknowledge all persons assigned to my purpose and destiny.







Dedication



This book is dedicated to all those that have loved, loss, fallen, risen, and lived to fight another day.











About the Author

Prophetess Michelle Crump is a native of Nassau, Bahamas. She now resides in the United States of America where she continues to Evangelize the gospel of Jesus Christ. She is an anointed, ordained Minister in the body of Christ.



After Pastoring for over five years at Living & Walking in the Word Int’l Deliverance Ministry, Inc. she’s now the President & CEO of Michelle P. Crump Outreach Ministry Int'l Inc. located in Ft Lauderdale, Florida. This ministry accommodates the needs of individuals inside and outside the church. Pastor Crump is not a novice to ministry. In fact, she’s been preaching since the age of thirteen years old. She not only sits in the office of the Evangelist, but operates with an Apostolic and Prophetic anointing. Pastor Michelle Crump is known for her uncompromised, unapologetic, and no-nonsense style of preaching.

The scripture for which the Lord called her out of is, Jeremiah 1:5;8 “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you; Before you were born I sanctified you; I ordained you a prophet to the nations.”, “Be not afraid of their faces: for I am with thee to deliver thee, saith the Lord.” Her ministry transcends all racial, cultural, and ethnic barriers. She exposes the works of the flesh but demonstrates the love of God through the teaching and preaching of God’s word. She is a Kingdom Ambassador, Author, Psalmist, Mentor, Motivator, and Spiritual Midwife in the Body of Christ.



Table of Content

Introduction………. Defining Love



Chapter 1…...A Thin Line between Mourning /Travailing

Chapter 2…………The Mourning Syndrome



Chapter 3…………The Birthing of No More Mourning

Chapter 4…………Travailing or Manipulation



Chapter 5…………Burying the Ashes

Chapter 6………...The Death Process



Chapter 7………… The Thorn in My Side

Chapter 8…………Departed Glory



Chapter 9…………Travailing Faith

Chapter 10………… Relax It Will Happen





Introduction

~Defining Love~

I’m reminded of a scripture in the Song of Solomon 2:7; it reads, “I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.” Many times, when God is doing something great in us; the enemy tries to interruption that growth process by distractions. The daughters of Jerusalem were not fully matured to understand true love. Solomon urged them not to stir up, nor awaken love before it’s time. In other word, don’t get involved with love until you are fully matured enough to handle it.

We must be physically, spiritually, mentally, and emotionally developed; for love to have its complete dwelling within us. Love is a gift that is perfect; and therefore, needs no development. We must continue to develop to accommodate love. There are three types of love. The Modern Greek word for one of them is Eros, "intimate love." Meaning: sensual and stimulating. This type of love should not be rushed into. In fact, it’s designed for a husband and wife. My experience with this type of love was untimely, intrusive, and ungodly.

Eros, at one point, left me mentally, emotionally, and spiritually violated. Just as a flower takes its time to bloom in the spring; so, must love. If a flower is forced opened before it’s time, it loses its ability to mature to its fullest potential. For anyone to recognize true love, they must first experience true love. How else will they be able to measure or compare it? They must have a strong love foundation to stand on. This begins with the family, particularly the parents. The family has been broken down in so many ways. The institution of it is almost extinct. Many of us were raised with only one biological parent, and some with divorce parents. There are others that were fortunate to have both parents present throughout their entire lives. However, this was not the case for me. My mother never married my father but she married my stepfather. My stepfather was physically present but emotionally, socially, and relationally absent.

He never provided me with what I needed to mature as a young female nor was it his responsibility. I never had the opportunity to live with my biological father but always longed for a good and healthy relationship him. My Oldest brother and I had different fathers from our other three siblings. Going up in the same house was difficult at times. I never had a sense of who I was. My mother was emotionally removed and my biological father never validated me as his child. This was my normal. My stepfather demanded we call him “Dad” or else. This was not an easy thing for us to do.

Dad” is a term of endearment and we were far from that expression. There were times we were labelled “bastard children” and threatened to be put out of the home. Conversations I knew my mother did not realized we overheard at times. My other siblings never had to wonder where their father was or if they were loved. Despite the dysfunction, my mother was determined to keep the family together. My brothers were my brothers and my sisters was my sisters. There was no step or half in our vocabulary. It’s interesting how children can be raised in the same household but have different experiences. My biological father never took full responsibility for his role in my life. In fact, if I didn’t live in the same neighborhood as he, we probably would have never seen each other.

It was not until I reached the age of accountability that he vaguely declared me as his daughter. I remembered taking my report card to my father after school one day. I was so excited for him to see how well I did. He took one look at it and asked why was my last name different from his. “You are a Hanna not a Rolle!” He emphatically stated. As a child, this made me more confused concerning my identity. All my life, up to the time of marriage, I adopted my mother’s maiden name. All my legal documentation had my mother’s maiden name.

Knowing who I am and being secure in my own skin was always an issue for me. Both father figures in my life exhibited a sense of apathy for their position in my life. Both contributed in the molding and cultivating of my character and mindset. The rejection deposited seeds of bitterness, anger, and resentment for most of my adolescent life. Feeling invisible, unwanted, and unloved weighed on my self-confidence as a young woman. The day I gave my life to Christ, that all changed. I finally felt a sense of belonging. My faith taught me how to forgive and love unconditionally.

Through studying the word, I was introduced to the new me. As a young woman, I asked God to fill me with the Holy Spirit and He did. The Spirit of God guided me through many dark days. The scripture that helped me through most of the confusion was Psalms 27:10 “when my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will take me up.” Don’t get me wrong, the situation didn’t change but it no longer had dominion and power over me. Fathers relationship with their daughters has an immense impact in their lives. Fathers help mold and shape the mindset of how their daughters view and respond to a man’s disposition. It is a known fact that daughters seek out their fathers in their mates or prospective spouses. Daddy’s little girls want to be loved, protected, and safe always. We learn how we should be treated, what’s acceptable and what’s not through our father’s ability to care for us.

I can say without a doubt that my father’s behavior and absence played an enormous role in how I viewed men. My opinion on relationships was that all men eventually leave. I had no long-term expectations. What you see, hear, or experience under your parent’s guidance is what will capture your attention in life, whether good or bad. I can say that my parents did the best they could with the knowledge and understanding they possessed at the time. In their generation, some of them were unprepared and too immature to understand love. Their passions got the best of them. Now that we have matured, our parents today are motivated to give our children, what they couldn’t give us.

Time brings on maturity, and with that comes wisdom, knowledge and understanding. Many of us envy the relationships our parents have with their grandchildren. They get the best of what we as adults didn’t get. As parents, you don’t get a do over with your children. The mistakes made can only be forgiven. Learning a better way breaks the cycle, and in some ways, make many wrongs right. I was not an abrasive or forward child growing up. My mother was my role model. My mother went to church, I went to church. She served God, I served God. She got married young, so did I. Marriage in some ways was the escape from the dysfunction, so I thought. The God of my mother became the rock on which I stood. But something happened to me that even my mother could not control. This thing hunted me and kept me silence up until now. My reason for the silence was fear. Fear of rejection, being blamed and even frowned upon. Growing up on the Island we learned not to speak of such things. I was molested when I was very young. For years, I blamed myself. As an adult, I still remember what happened and how it happened. Being sexually abused was one of the worst thing that could have happen to me as a child. I was yet developing and very fragile.

A part of me died that moment I was touch illegally. I buried this secret for many years. There was no one in my life I felt confident enough to talk to. I knew what happened was wrong, but as an innocent child, I didn’t know how to process it. If I knew then what I know now, I would have spoken up and let someone know. The only thing that kept me grounded was my faith in God. Even as a child God had his hands on me. God intercepted the enemies plan by saving me just in time. He superimposed His will over the will and plans of the enemy. As an adult, I had to speak to that inner child whose innocence was taken away.

That child that was undeveloped; mentally, emotionally, and physically. I had to speak to that inner child, I told her it wasn’t her fault. I told her to forgive the ones that could not save, defend, or even protect her. I had to forgive the person that violated me even though I never knew who they were. My faith in God and the Holy Spirit taught me how. I verbally stated, “I forgive you for violating and taking advantage of me. May God have mercy on your soul.” When I did that, God gave me peace. Living our lives in God is the best life we can possible live. It liberates us from guilt, shame, and disgrace. My biological father or stepfather was not always there for me but God gave me what I needed to survive. I thank God for a praying mother that showed me the way of righteousness. Her guidance and walk in the faith kept me on course. She gave me something that was priceless, strong, and unquestionable. Without the grace of God, no telling where I would be. Thank God for His Grace.



Abuse comes in many forms. If you are being abused in anyway or you know of anyone that is. Please speak out. Do not suffer in silence.

What Have You Learned From This Introduction of Defining Love?

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1 THIN LINE BETWEEN MOURNING AND TRAVAILING

There is a very thin line between mourning and travailing. Both words are pregnant with the potential of life and death. As believers in Christ, we are given the responsibility to be fruitful, multiply and replenish the earth. Isaiah 66:8-10 reads, “Who hath heard such a thing? who hath seen such things? Shall the earth be made to bring forth in one day? or shall a nation be born at once? for as soon as Zion travailed, she brought forth her children. Shall I bring to the birth, and not cause to bring forth? saith the Lord: shall I cause to bring forth, and shut the womb? saith thy God. Rejoice ye with Jerusalem, and be glad about her, all ye that love her: rejoice for joy with her, all ye that mourn for her:”

Zion here represents the church. The hands of her enemies, credited Zion’s hard labor, intense pain, mental anguish, and grief. Everything she suffered caused her to mourn and travail intensely. However, her affliction caused her to push beyond her pain. In the natural a woman in labor needs pain to push. The bible states in John 16:21 "A woman, when she is in labor, has sorrow because her hour has come; but as soon as she has given birth to the child, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world". It is almost impossible for a woman to give birth without pain.

Pain is inevitable; however, after the pain comes joy. Zion’s birthing process was not the norm, her travailing was reduced to nothing. For natural child birth, some women mourn or travail with labor pains for over 24 hours. My mother said she travailed in pain with my oldest brother for over 15 hours but only 8 hours with me. Each child she gave birth to afforded her a different experience. Nevertheless, she endured with great success. Pain is an indication that something is happening. The church is under attack. The more it’s afflicted, the more it will multiply. Exodus 1:12 “But the more they afflicted them, the more they multiplied and grew. And they were grieved because of the children of Israel”. Satan wants the church to have a spiritual abortion or even miscarry the Seed; however, there is a prophetic birthing taking place in the realm of the spirit. The Sons and daughters of God are coming forth without fear, delays, or setbacks. This is the greatest time for the church. What seemed to be hard, a fight or frustrating; God will make easy, smooth, and quick.

Travailing and mourning has the potential to bring forth seeds of righteousness; as well as seeds of unrighteousness. Mourning can be described as travailing and travailing can be described as mourning. It all depends on the context wherein these words are used. In fact, mourning or travailing may cause an individual to labor intensely for what they need, desire or lost. Whatever you give birth to will cry out in the end. Ask yourself this question; Is my mourning or travailing targeted towards life or death? The world is waiting, there is a prophetic expectation.

Yes, there is a birthing taking place in the realm of the spirit. What do I mean by the realm of the spirit? A realm is a specified area, sphere, or domain in which someone or something is dominant. According to vocabulary.com; “realm” comes from the French; which means Kingdom. In the Kingdom of God, God rules supreme. We are sons and daughters of the kingdom. We are more spiritual beings than human beings. Our spiritual nature has no gender. Galatians 3:27-29 (NKJV) “For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus.  And if you are Christ’s, then you are Abraham’s seed, and heirs according to the promise”.


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