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(clapping)
Helena: Hallelujah!
It´s so good to be here with you, women!
My father has a saying that says "I´m like chick in the trash".
Have you already heard that? Here in Minas we use that a lot.
The chick is scratching in the trash and he is happy.
When women get together, we are like this, scratching all happy.
But God has beautiful things for us this afternoon.
Mary, Martha´ sister, was quiet in Jesus´feet to hear Him.
So, turn to the woman next to you and say this:
"Be quiet, Mary!
Let´s listen Jesus."
I put on Twitter "I have butterflies in my stomach. Pray for me."
These butterflies are always here,
because I know that my words can make you laugh,
can bring entertainment, can even make you cry
but Jesus´ words. Only He has the words of eternal life.
And these words are the words that I want that come out of my mouth this afternoon.
Life changing words.
Words that can bring a new beginning and transformation, restoration.
And a person answered to me on Twitter,
"These butterflies are going to come out by the mouth,
colored and beautiful, bringing restoration."
Amen?
Today Devi brought us a powerful word, huh, people?
I don´t know of you, but I went out from here full, overflowing.
Great things God did here this morning.
And I want to start making us remember who we are.
Which context we are inserted in.
We are women of the Twenty-first century.
And like women of the twenty-first century we are convened to enjoy the legacy
left by the Feminist Movement.
Study, work, be successful on this work.
Be emotionally, financially and sexually independent
and resist the male domain.
Be better the men and have the same rights they have.
After the bra burning, the creation of the birth control pill,
and after the *** liberation came the increase of the STDs,
abortion and superficiality in relationships,
that became disposable.
The Twenty-first century women
have to work for two periods,
many of them, after the breast-feeding period,
give up of the acquaintanceship and proximity with their children,
and leave them to nannies, nurseries the joy of watching the first steps,
the first words and the first experience of their children.
And this if they don´t give up of maternity.
Many of them, because of absolute necessity,
other because they surrended themselves to a life style
that compete and boasts.
Women have multiples partners and many of them fall in promiscuity.
The number of women that have the *** virus increased significantly.
Women were muses that inspired poets. And today are called "***",
"big ***" and other terms unmentionable used by song writers in songs.
Besides that, they are placed at the same level of the objects of consumption.
The twenty-first women suffer domestic violence,
and many are killed by the partners or husbands.
She uses the beauty of her body to attract admiration and acceptance
and uses sensuality as a conquer weapon,
not knowing the satanic influences and deep darkness
that they are calling to their affective relationships.
This is the twenty-first century woman.
A brief portrait of our context.
And I want you to open your Bible, to see the opposite side.
Other woman, the woman of Proverbs 31.
The woman of the twenty-first century is the portrait of the woman that chose
live life in her own way,
ignoring the orientation of the Word of God.
Proverbs 31, beginning in verse 10 says like this:
A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value.
She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.
She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands.
She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar.
She gets up while it is still night;
she provides food for her family and portions for her female servants.
She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.
She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night.
In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy.
When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies the merchants with sashes.
She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.
She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
"Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all."
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
What different women.
However, the woman of Proverbs 31, like the text described,
was a woman active,
a woman of multiple roles, like the twenty-first century woman.
Today we take care of the children, we take care of the house,
we help in church, we study, many thing to do.
And the woman in Proverbs was no different.
The text says that she worked and worked a lot.
Worked inside and worked outside.
However, this woman differs from the twenty-first century woman,
and when I talk about the twenty-first century I talk in a general way.
She differs from the twenty-first century woman
because she has one quality that determines others.
This woman of Proverbs 31 was trustworthy,
virtuous, organized, lovely.
Let´s read again, verse 30:
"Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised."
Look here the key of the strength of this woman!
You are receiving here many information, huh?
You are receiving many information and we want to arrive soon at home,
and ask forgiveness to our husbands,
and you say, "It´s all gonna be different!"
We have this expectation in our hearts, isn´t like that?
But let me tell you something.
Everything that we do in our own strength,
motivated by our willingness, by our discipline lasts for a certain time.
For a certain time you can be quiet when your husband
say something to you that you don't agree.
You remember: "The Conference! The Conference! The Conference!
I´m gonna be okay! I will win, I will win, God!"
Isn´t like that?
Like in the camps. When we are teenagers,
we to go to camps, and come back full of God.
And then, someone steps on your feet and you say: "God bless you."
Someone makes something terrible to you, while you´re driving in the traffic
"Father, bless him." "Father, seal him or her with salvation."
"Mom, let me wash the dish."
We are full of God.
But then, the days are passing,
the anointing starts to become old, and then it finishes.
Then you come back, your husband receives a brand new woman.
"Husband, forgive me".
You even washes his feet.
The husband says: "My Gosh, this conference needs to happen every year."
"Diante do Trono people could do this conference every semester."
But when the days start to pass, our effort can´t sustain this.
Our nature has to be healed to give place to the nature of God.
Pastor Marcio uses a comparison and I always use it.
Have anybody seen any tree using strength to give fruit?
(noise)
You don´t see
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You don´t see a tree using strength to give fruit.
It´s its nature to produce fruits.
It´is nature's produce!
And we want to make a effort.
But we have many diseases, full of pride inside of us,
but we want to produce the fruit of the Spirit... No way!
First of all, God has to heal us.
First of all, He has to enter in the dark rooms of our soul,
turn on the light, to make us see the mess that is in there.
How are the dark rooms in your heart?
How was your childhood?
We are the reflex of what we lived.
Once I read a statement in a movie, where the actress said:
"The childhood é the period of life where we spend the rest of life trying to recover from it."
Because many wound that we have, happened in our childhood.
Maybe today you can´t stand the idea of a man be head over you,
because you were abused, in all ways.
Verbally.
Maybe you had an absent father, a harsh one.
A father that hit you in inappropriate way.
That when we don´t face cases of *** abuse even inside the family.
And then, someone tells you: "You have to obey your husband".
but inside of you there is a whole, a wound that needs to be healed.
This song, Mari, you don´t have the idea how appropriate it was.
"If I can just touch you."
That woman was putting out blood.
She had already done everything that her effort could produce.
She had already looked for doctors.
The best ones.
She had already invested her money in medicine.
And how many of us are like this woman today.
invest our money in psychologist, we make familiar therapy,
we look for our pastor every week.
But if we don´t want to be healed in our emotion,
the heal don´t enter our home.
I´m telling this because of my own experience.
How many times I was satan instrument in the life of my children?
How many times I said: "Stop to embarrassing me."
How many times I said to my children: "I can stand no more."
It seems such a fool word.
"I can stand no more."
But can you imagine what this produce in the head of a child?
She completes this sentence in her head: "I can stand no more you."
Even if you don´t say it until the end, she will conclude this sentence.
Maybe you is reproducing what you received in your childhood.
Everything that you didn´t want to be, you are.
Harsh words come out of your mouth.
Poisoned words come out of your mouth.
For your husband, you always have harsh words.
"I can stand no more to live this mediocre life."
"Make something. Earn more money."
"I deserved more."
"The husband of my friend is a gentleman. You are such an ogre."
There are some women that talks like this to their husbands.
The single ones, "Ah, I want a prince." Are you a princess?
Because a prince marries a princess.
In verse 9 says: Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of…"
Oops, it´s not this one I want to tell.
Wait a minute, I´m gonna find.
Huuum.
Here it is. Verse nineteen. No. Twenty.
"She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy."
Are you generous?
Then you can say: "Oh, yeah, I am."
"People in my neighborhood know that. The poor people line up in front of my house
because I´m so generous."
No, are you generous for people who live under the same roof that you do?
The final part of Verse 20 says: "to the needy".
We think that the person in need is just the beggar,
the one who is in a more complicated financial situation,
but sometimes your children are inside your house with good sneakers,
with last generation material,
and dying.
"Why my son got involved with drugs?"
Why?
I´m making you this question.
Nobody starts his or her life making plans, "I´m gonna be a drug addicted."
"I´m gonna enter in promiscuity."
And people hurt, hurt others and continue this satanic network.
What do you carry inside of you?
What is hidden in the dark rooms of your life?
Get back to your childhood.
Get back to your teenage years.
"Oh, Helena, that´s is past."
That´s what I used to think.
Ana told that she met me, that I was a wonderful person.
I was good in the representation.
I was such a hurt person, but so hurt, so hurt
that the only thing I knew how to do was to hurt others.
Sometimes, I waited to open my mouth,
but when I did, I went directly to the target.
My tongue distilled poison.
My husband is a saint.
God raised that man to heal me, so that he could be an instrument of healing for me
because I´ll tell you a story,
things I´ve already done to João before I was healed and reached by the Lord.
Things like this.
Once we were at the church.
It was our beginning time here in Lagoinha Church.
And we went to give a ride in hippie market,
the craft market in Afonso Pena Avenue.
And I wanted to buy a doll.
Why a big girl like me wanted to buy a doll, huh?
Pastor Iara can analyze this psychologically later.
I wanted doll and it was a porcelain doll, hand painted.
But we had already bought what we needed to buy.
We had no more money.
And we had to come to the service, so João was in a hurry.
João told me: "Helena, we can´t buy this today."
And I replied: "Please, John. Buy today."
"Helena, we can´t. We can´t."
"We can come back later to buy. Let´s go to the church."
(laughing)
I became a dreadful woman.
Brawling woman.
I didn´t look at my husband´s face.
I came to church. It was in the other room yet.
I seated on the second floor.
And pastor Marcio preaching, preaching and looking at me.
"Let´s stand". And I was seated.
"Let´s stand". And I was seated.
"Let´s sing praises to the Lord. Raise your hand."
João seated: "Honey, we are at the church, honey."
João: "Helena, talk to me."
Helena: "Live me alone."
I stayed the rest of that Sunday without saying any word to my husband
because he didn´t buy a doll for me.
Or: "John, I want that. I want. I want. I want."
"Okay, Helena. Tomorrow we can go and buy."
"No, João, it has to be today."
"No, Helena, tomorrow, because I´m tired."
"No, João, it has to be today."
"Okay, I´ll go."
So, he went, bought the thing I wanted, "It´s here."
"It was not this I wanted."
Disease.
Disease inside of me.
Nothing could fulfill that.
Troublemaker, envious, jealous.
You already know this story.
But the fact is, one day, miracle reached me.
And then, I started to notice that I was in church.
I sing in El-Shammah choir.
When I started to notice I used to sing just in El-Shammah choir.
But I continued to be the same person.
I spoke the "Christian" language fluently.
"Mercy on you! The blood of Jesus has all the power!"
But inside of me, I continued with a lot of ugly stuff.
I used to blackmail my husband, little emotional games.
And what is all about this story, "I´m gonna make strike?"
We have all of this.
You look to your husband, after ten years, like Devi spoke,
and think like this: "I don´t like him anymore."
How can you like someone else if you don´t like you?
You make plastic surgery.
"I´m gonna put breast silicone prosthesis." "I´m gonna make my nose thinner."
"I´m gonna cut my hair." "I´m gonna make it longer."
"I´m gonna use fake fingernail." "I´m gonna do this and that."
Nothing is good ever.
You wanna change something don´t mind the cost.
But we don´t change the exterior without changing for inside.
Who are you?
What are you trying to change in your appearance?
What are you trying to conquer with your own effort and is not being successful?
Look at your home now.
How did you leave your home?
Maybe you´re a successful professional.
Study, work, is respected at work, but inside home,
you don´t talk to your husband and to your children.
The biggest dramas happening in your life are in your family.
You can´t stand your mother-in-law.
Your mother -in-law chases you, curse you.
And you say that it´s her fault.
But let me tell you something, woman:
one day you´re gonna be a mother-in-law.
What you´re seeding, is what you´re gonna reap.
(clapping)
Start to compete with your mother-in-law.
"No, because now he is my husband."
And he is. The Bible says: "A man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife."
Now, she is still his mother.
She is not competing with you.
Are different kinds of love, that must be respected.
"But Helena, my mother-in-law is terrible, a snake."
"You don´t know that evil woman."
Let me tell you something.
Nothing that your knee on the floor can´t solve.
(clapping)
Maybe you´re feeling powerful.
"My husband liked the food of his mom, but now his like my food."
Life goes round.
If you have male children, prepare yourself.
Other day I was thinking.
I was looking to Miguel, my second child.
He is growing up, he is handsome, his voice changed.
Take your eye out of him.
(laughing)
And I was thinking: "My God, let me enjoy while I´m the woman of Miguel´s life,
because some days in the future, I´m not going to be anymore."
"God, send a woman, a real woman to Miguel, a woman who loves you."
"Take Delilah out, Jehovah."
But then, I started to think, that João was that boy who kissed his mother.
That while she was washing the dishes he would came and hug her,
because he was always tender with his mother.
And I entered in this story. I was the intruder.
The least I can do, is to honor my mother-in-law and to take good care of her son,
make him very happy.
(clapping)
But sometimes, these conflicts start to increase in our relationships.
The mother-in-law, the sister-in-law.
The relationship start to have some little problems.
One family doesn´t get along with other.
"Let´s spend Christmas with mom." "No, let´s spend it in somebody´s house."
The grandmother hits the grandson.
And when you go down at the bottom of everything,
when you go look, this was born where?
In the wounds that each one carries.
In the marks made in the childhood.
In the teenage years.
In a loss experience. In a experience of lack.
In an abusive experience, in violence.
Nobody is bad for free.
Nobody is poisonous for free.
Nobody is ferine for free.
And I learned this when I started to be healed, cured.
God started to change inside first.
God started to confront me with my wounds.
And those things we think that are easier: "Oh, let this go. Sweep here."
"Put the carpet over it and it´s all gonna be okay."
Emotionally this doesn´t work. All stays asleep.
And then, the effects come.
The bad smell of the garbage under the carpet.
You can´t see anything, but the stink can be smelled in the living room.
And how is this stink?
These troubles in the relationships.
You fight for everything, anything happens and you burst.
One say curse words to another. Hit the other in the face.
I never heard about so many Christians women trying to slap the other in the face.
This is surreal.
A woman that I know jumped over the other and scratched all her face.
Both Christians.
I say: "My God, what is under this carpet, to make smell like this?
What appears in your character is the consequence of what you received in the beginning.
And I want you to look inside of you today.
What did you receive?
Maybe you are a super woman,
maybe you want to be a super woman that studies, who works, who is successful,
who does a thousand things, who has a ministry, to escape from who you are.
You can´t see yourself in the mirror.
And the marks that are in you are so deep that the bring distortions to your relationship.
Your beloved suffer the collateral effects.
You wanted a daughter.
"Oh, a daughter. All I wanted was a daughter."
But this daughter was born,
she starts to grow and you start to compete with your daughter.
Everything she does seems annoying for you.
And you start to say some words to your daughter:
"Stop being annoying." "Stop being stuck up."
"You´re not all that, my daughter." "You´re getting fat.", "Did you get stria?"
This come out the mother´s mouth.
The father is going to give attention to the daughter and you get jealous.
And them starts a competition inside home for the affection of the man, the father.
The confusion that this situation brings.
Maybe the problems that you have with your daughter, mom,
is because you see yourself in her.
And you don´t like yourself.
This happened to me. I never told this.
Clara is a precious stone.
A desired baby. Our first daughter.
I got pregnant three years and some months after we got married.
She was born when we already had four years of marriage.
That was an enjoyed pregnancy. I was a beautiful pregnant.
My husband used to tell me that every day, all day long.
We didn´t want to know the sex of the baby.
And the time that doctor Deborah pulled her, and said "It´s a girl",
I experienced such a joy, happiness, contentment.
"It´s a girl. It´s Clara."
What a joy filled our house.
I looked to João, she had that masks we have to put in the surgical center,
and he was crying: "It´s Clara. It´s Clara." He went back to being a child
And Clara came to church, to El-Shammah rehearsal, a baby,
with twenty days we brought her here to present her to the Lord.
And our life started to turn around that golden curly hair girl.
She was our golden curly hair princess. Until Miguel was born.
When Miguel was born, there were some complications during the birth,
by the grace of God he was saved, but he had umbilical cord around his neck.
The doctor detected that while he was inside of me.
I was having a normal delivery, in the process of the birth.
He was already being born.
She saw that his heart was slowing down,
and she put her hand inside of me and saw that he had this problem with the umbilical cord.
Then she tried to take it out, as a necklace, but she couldn´t.
So she pulled Miguel, as the head and the neck came out.
She cutted the umbilical cord while he was inside of me, other hand he would got hanged.
It took a while to him start to cry, came to me,
e when he came to the room, he had a broken clavicle,
white part of his eye were red as the blood,
and he had a lot of dots, because it began a choke.
So, my soul clung to Miguel´ soul.
I thought he was the most beautiful baby in the world.
I was in love for that baby.
I looked to him, "Miguel, my baby, my baby".
I didn´t want to sleep, I just wanted to stay with Miguel.
And João looked at me, "Huuuum".
A friend of ours, Samuel Mizrahy, came to visit us, "Leninha, he is a baby face knees."
I said, "Shut up. Go away."
He is handsome. He is Handsome. Go away, go away Samuca.
So, what happened?
There was a rupture between Clara and me.
But I didn´t get why. I didn´t why.
I just thought that Miguel needed me more at that moment.
And me, as a mom, was giving all of me to that baby.
But time went on, my affection for Miguel getting bigger,
and my distance to Clara growing.
One day, there was a mark in my life. You who follow my life know, a mark of delivery.
And when Pastor Ezenete was ministering in my life, she said Clara´s name.
She spoke: "God, release Clara. God, don´t let Clara´s wounds go forward."
And I started to understand a lot of things.
But I didn´t want to admit. It was to strong for me.
Until one day, I went to a Joyce Meyer´s preaching, there in Brasilia,
with Diante do Trono group.
And Joyce Meyer told from the platform. "I didn´t love my oldest son."
That was a punch in my stomach.
Ana calls me Joyce Meyer, affectionately.
We have the problems in common, that´s why we have a similar ministry.
And then things started to make sense for me
And Joyce said: "I looked at the guy (and said his name) and I saw myself in him.
And that was what happened to with me and Clara.
I saw myself in her, everybody used to say: "Helena, she's is your face!"
And I wanted so much her to be the face of João.
Because I did not like me.
So, I rejected Clara.
Then when I had another son,
There was clearly the sure,
that now I had another affection as a target .
"My son, he's different of me... He is a man."
"Clara is like me, she is me again."
"And again I do not want. Again I will not have serventy."
"I'm really bad, I'm too ugly."
"I do not like what I see in me, and Clara makes it grow in my eyes."
And after my release I began to pray: "I do not accept that in my life,
Clara is lovely daughter, Clara is precious, Clara is my jewel!"
Then, one day, in the Mother´s Day,
João came home, woke me up on that Mother´s Day Sunday,
"I have a surprise for you in the living room."
Then I went to the living room.
And my four children were sitted there, Clara, Miguel, Arthur and Sofia.
In their pajamas, Sofia had months of life.
She was anchored in her brothers.
In their pajamas, with their hair all messed up, sweaters,
like that: "Aaaaun", like saying, "Dad woke us up early for what?"
Then they put a Cd with Nivea´s voice, singing like this:
(singing) "I brought light to your life. Shining like precious jewelry.
I came to teach you a lot, I´m your daughter, I´m your Clara.
Bigger than God there is no one, fair, worthy and faithful.
I came to show you that, I´m your son, I´m Miguel.
Many projects you can have, gold, works, positions,
but the fruit of your womb are your prize.
So, rest daughter-mom and come to dream My dreams,
I guard and protect you, I´m your God.
I´m simple and noble, I´m intense and that´s why I shine.
To make you laugh and to make you cry, I´m Arthur, I´m your son.
I´m the answer of the Lord to your cry for wisdom.
I came because of the sovereignty of the Lord, I´m your daughter, I´m Sofia.
Many projects you can have, gold, works, positions,
but the fruit of your womb are your prize.
So, rest daughter-mom and come to dream My dreams,
I guard and protect you, I´m your God."
(clapping)
On that day I realized
that I couldn't perpetuate in my children lives the wounds that I carried.
I couldn´t continue to mark my children with my irritation, my lack of patience.
Then I started to seek more.
I had already been delivered, I had been through many things,
but I started to dig, dig, dig more and more.
"I want water. I want water. I want to love Clara, Lord."
"I don´t want to hug her like an effort, I want it to be a pleasure."
"I don´t want to say, "Daughter, I love you" just for saying,"
"I want her to feel deeply my love for her."
And God restored.
(clapping)
I look to my daughter today and I´m her fan.
I think that she is beautiful. I think she is creative.
She has a cool way of being. "What´s up, Lady Mom."
I love when she enters home saying this.
I think that she is the best.
And God told me, "Do you know why? Because your identity was healed."
Maybe your are this bitter mom that I used to be.
Maybe you are an intolerant sister, a harsh, critical, boring wife.
Because your identity is deformed.
Maybe you are seeking in promiscuity, in relationships that the Bible condemns.
You want to fulfill this hole inside of you.
Your marriage is coming down, your life is failing
and you think "It´s other people fault. It´s my dad´s fault, it´s my mom fault. It´s my grandpa´s fault."
But God brought you here.
And he wants that healing start to flow in you.
Close your eyes.
I needed a miracle and it came.
When everything started to happen in my life, what did it rushed it?
I told, "God, I don´t want to be like I am anymore.
I don´t want to be this resentful woman that hurt people with my words."
Sometimes I didn´t open my mouth, but my eyes were saying everything.
My sarcastic look.
I was captious, ungenerous, gossiper, resentful, spiteful.
And I said, "God I don´t want to be like this anymore. I´m tired.
This burden is heavy. I can´t carry it anymore.
I´m not walking, I´m dragging. My life doesn´t flow."
And that was sufficient. I just needed to say,
"Heal me cause I need."
"The problem is with me, God. It´s me. The wound is inside me."
"Touch me."
Miracle.
I needed a miracle.
Do you also need one?
(singing) - A miracle.
I needed a miracle.
When men could not answer me.
A miracle.
I needed one miracle when everything was dark.
I when I needed more, Your hand reached me.
I saw You doing a miracle in me.
My eyes were opened.
Few people believed.
But you powerful hand, your powerful hand.
I will tell everybody what God did for me.
I will tell of the wonders of God.
He restored my life and gave me a voice
to my generation.
A miracle.
Do you need a miracle?
You just need a touch.
You, woman, that knows, that this afternoon, identified so many pains, so many marks.
Sometimes you walk hugging trash bags.
Jesus delivered you.
You can live a life free of this, run, flow, live the plans of God for you,
but you are carrying this trash bags.
Trash that they put over your soul.
Trash that yourself put inside of you,
trying to run away of your pain, and you just put more trash inside your soul.
Maybe you already tried to take your own life.
Maybe your relationships are distorted.
I know the Miracle Maker.
He reached my life, He healed my house.
He started to heal me, then He healed my house.
He started to heal me to heal my children,
to make me a blessing in my husband´s life.
And God doesn´t have favorite daughters.
You are His beloved daughter.
Then I thought, "I´m ready, I´m flowing, I´m walking, I´m running."
So, God spoke to me, "Leave Diante do Trono group."
"What, God? My life is so good. It´s all perfect, all right."
And I came out.
And I started to listen, "Are you going to write a book?"
"Are you going to record a Cd?"
"What are you going to do?" "You have to do something!"
And a letter came, and e-mail arrived to us:
"João Lúcio and Helena come to preach in my church. Send Helena´s release."
And João asked me, "What can I put, Helena?
"Ex-integrant of Diante do Trono group?"
"Ex-teacher of CTMDT?"
I told him, "No, ex-something is bad.
Put there: "Hostess of 700th Club Tv Show."
Two or three weeks later,
I received the news that 700th Club closed their office in Brazil.
I said, "God, what´s that?"
He said, "Put hostess of Bate Papo Tv show."
I said , "No, don´t put anything."
Put there, João: I´m a daughter, I´m a daughter."
But inside of me there was that insecurity,
"Should I be doing something and I´m not doing?"
And then I went to record a program in Rede Super.
Then the receptionist said: "Helena, there is a gift for you."
"A gift." I was in the peak of this crisis. "Who am I?"
Look the problem of my identity wanting to come back.
And then, she gave me this book
"The beloved daughter".
I got the book, and I started to say,
"This is a letter from God." "This is a letter from God."
"I´m a daughter, and I´m His beloved."
I read this book in forty minutes.
And that was sufficient to make me know that I´m a beloved daughter.
I wanted to know if the female author of this book is here, Marilene.
I wanted that she could be here.
I wanted that she could be here because…
Marilene is here?
It´s her?
Come here, Marilene!
(clapping)
It´s the first time I´m meeting with her.
It´s the first time I´m seeing her face.
"Thank you for remiding me that I´m a beloved daughter."
(clapping)
She said: "That´s the name of the Lord, and it´s the best."
Take here, Marilene, take to bless some of this women.
She is going to Esperança (Hope) Room, if you want to give a hug in her,
and take this book to bless her life.
But I had to testimony this. This changed my life.
Remind that I´m a beloved daughter.
So I came here to remind you that you are a beloved daughter.
You don´t need to do a thousand things,
you don´t need to work in a thousand jobs,
you don´t need to have multiple ministries.
You just need to let He put His hand on you,
take out your dirty garments, of your past, of your pain.
Put the hand in the wound. Take out the scab and to let the pus come out.
And I want that you, woman, pay attention.
You who was lost in your identity, in these multiple tasks,
in these multiple choices, in this religious activism.
You that arrived here like this,
and want to come back to be a beloved daughter,
and to feel the contentment that this brings,
and you want to let He change your garments,
put you new sandals, and to put a ring in your finger.
If you are this woman, I would like that you could stand in your place.
(singing) I´m gonna tell everybody what God has done for me.
I´m gonna tell the wonders of God.
God restored my life and gave me a voice
to my generation.
I´m gonna tell everybody what God has done for me.
I´m gonna tell the wonders of God.
God restored my life and gave me a voice
to my generation.
This is gonna be your song when you came back home.
Pastor Ezenete.
(clapping)
You that stood up,
we suffered a distortion in our self image,
when we are hurt, bombed, we start to see ourselves
in a way that we are not,
we feel so ugly,
we are so harsh with ourselves.
And that affects our intimacy life.
Even our *** intimacy.
There are many daughter of God that got married in God´s altar,
but don´t enjoy everything that is reserved for the marriage,
this joy, this surrender that God reserved for the man and for the woman.
Woman that got married correctly,
and are married for years, but they have no joy, they have no *** pleasure.
That happens because of this distortion.
The healing in my life was so deep that affected all areas of my life.
And God want to reach all areas of your life.
God wants you to enjoy the joy of your marriage,
in all aspects,
in finances, in your date, in friendship that we need to have with our husband.
I want to pray for you, but before I want to give you a moment.
Close your eyes.
You have said no to your husband because you don´t accept yourself.
You don´t like yourself.
And when we don´t like ourselves, we show that to others, and people start to believe.
That we are inadequate, that we are ugly, that we are not good enough.
And all potential that we could have stays paralyzed.
I want to give you an opportunity to ask for forgiveness.
Ask forgiveness to the Lord.
"Lord, forgive me because so many things I ask You things like that:
"Why do I have this body?" "Why do I have this color?"
"Why do I have this hair?" "Why can´t I be friendly as the other person?"
"Why don´t I have the voice of the other?" "Why can´t I speak in public?"
"God, do You have favorite sons?"
Let God heal your identity.
You are beautiful. You have a purpose.
There is a reason why God created you like this.
He wants to heal you.
He wants to heal your relationship, even your intimate relationship with your husband.
Sometimes women that fall in love for the wrong person.
Maybe you are single and your affection is contaminated, are against the Word of God.
God wants to heal, God wants to restore.
But these things happen when there is repentance.
So, I´m gonna give you a moment so that you can open your mouth and say:
"Lord, forgive me."
"Forgive me for so many times I rejected myself."
"Forgive me for so many times that I thought that you made a mistake in your creation."
"Forgive me, Lord, for so many times I thought that I was born in the wrong family,
that I´m the daughter of wrong parents."
"Why everything needs to be wrong for me?"
"Forgive me for the lack of confidence."
"Forgive me because your love is not being enough."
"Forgive me because I listen more my wounds than what Your Word says about me."
"Forgive me for running away from Your hug,
and prefer the pleasures that the world is offering me."
"Forgive me for trying to draw affection to me with my body,
for putting clothes to call men´s attention."
"Forgive me, Lord, because …"
"Forgive me. Forgive me, Lord, because I work in ministry but I don´t talk to you."
"I treat you like a employee that has to satisfy my desires."
"Forgive me, Lord, because I let this century be the shape of my life."
"Forgive me for seeking the solution in what is apparent, but only You can give me the solution."
Dig, dig, open your mouth.
Dig your miracle.
Dig. Dig. Dig.
Ask God, "Delivery me from myself." "Take out this distorted vision of myself."
"God, heal me... I don´t like of myself." "I don´t accept myself."
"I think that I´m ugly. God, heal me."
"God, heal me because I let other people´s words poisoned my heart. Heal me."
(singing) Heal me. Heal me.
(speaking) Pass trough the multitude. Insist.
Touch in His garments.
Touch in His garments.
The Lord has His lap for you.
New garments.
Restoration.
(singing) Father, I am here
Turn your eyes to me
I need your presence so desperately
Your arms so strongly can carry me through
You word upholds me, I want to hear you
Sing over me the loving song
I'm longing to hear
Come, my child
Come to my arms, I'll give you rest
I'll never leave you I'll show you my faithfulness
I want to protect you and hold you Let me surround you with my love
My eyes can see deep inside you. Let me bring healing to your heart.
Come, my child Come just as you are
How are you, daughter?
Come, my child Come just as you are
With broken heart, with broken relationships?
Come, my child, come... With self image distorted?
Come, come, come. Come, daughter.
Come, my child Come just as you are
You can call Him?
Father, (Call for Him, daughter.) My Father, (Call for your healing Daddy.)
Abba Father, My Daddy.
(Call for your Daddy, your Deliverer, your Healer.)
Father, my Father, Abba Father, my Daddy.
Father, my Father, Abba Father, my Daddy.
Comes to heal us
Comes to heal us, Comes to heal us.
Father, my Father, Abba Father, my Daddy.
Call for Him. Call for Him.
Pastor Ezenete: Hallelujah!
He who comes to Me I will in no wise cast out.