Emy Moore

It just feels like it gets a million times less worse.

When it's in my mind, it's like, dang, this sucks.

But then the moment I confess it, it's like, oh, this thing actually has no power over the blood of Jesus.

Like, I love Hebrews 13, or actually it's 12 where it says that the sprinkled blood of Jesus speaks a better word than the blood of Abel.

Like the blood of Abel representing like a curse of man.

And so all these things that we feel like are...

almost equivalent to curses and strongholds and tribulations, the moment that we confess them with our mouth and understand that our mouth declares life and death, there is already a diminutive authority that Jesus Christ's blood has over our problems.

And the moment that we get to expose them and we bring the thoughts, which is what it needs to take every single thought captive, is I'm interrogating the crap out of you.

Like you don't get to stay in your cell and just cause a ruckus.

And have your voice echo throughout the entire chamber.

No, we're bringing you into the office.

We're sitting you down and I'm questioning you.

And now I'm like, like, was it like police movies and stuff?

They have like the light and they're like, what did she say?

You know, it's like exposing it to the light, that interrogation light, you know?

And it's like when you bring something out of the territory of darkness and

And you remind it who it belongs to, which is Christ.

Everything belongs to him.

And you put it back in his hands and it's exposed.

It's going to limit your shame and guilt.