Sunday, December 31, 2017

2018 - New Year~New Chances

I started this blog in 2006 to help me cope with the terrible health issues of my parents. So much has changed in 11 years.

I think it’s time my Blog did, too.

Be on the lookout for something new coming up soon.

Sunday, October 22, 2017

That’s What You Think

I haven’t blogged as much as I should lately. Not because I don’t have anything to say, but because I don’t have a convenient way to say it. I allowed someone to borrow my laptop for a time and it is difficult to compose and catch boo boo’s on my phone because, well, I’m getting older.  Haha

But, I did find something among my comments that I have failed to address. I hate pettiness. Hate it. So, basically I made a decision when I spotted it to let it go. I deleted it.

I’m in a different frame of mind now. I don’t feel like letting it go.

Iniquity is the WILLFUL choice to sin. And I did it. I made some very wrong decisions in my life and those decisions cost me in ways only me and Jesus will ever know.

And I found myself in a world of hurt and disappointment. Because I made wrong choices.

It was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Because I messed my life up I hit bottom. Guess what I found there?

The courage to look up. I lifted my head in the center of calamity and my redemption drew nigh.

The worst pain I have ever experienced has brought me the greatest joy. The destruction of me gave me faith I never had before. And courage I didn’t know existed in me.

I won’t go into great detail but I will say this. Because of this God spoke to me, I have seen miracles in my life that have increased my faith to unbelievable levels.

Yep, I went through it. But no need to feel sorry for me. God had a purpose and a plan. What you meant to harm me He meant for my good

Think what you want. I know.

Because of what happened souls were saved. Because of what happened lives were changed. Because of what happened to me God put me in a position to use me in a mighty way. My problems didn’t take Him by surprise.

I appreciate your concern but I know it wasn’t truly concern for me at all. It was an opportunity for you to thumb your nose at me at a point in my life where I was hurting. And that’s okay. I have learned from experience you never elevate yourself by climbing up on the heartaches of others.

Here is my question for you. What have YOU done to better your life? To dig yourself out of your situation? To make life better for someone else? There is pleasure in sin for a season, but seasons change. If you are so concerned for me did you pray for me? I hope that you did.

God has blessed me beyond measure. So know without a doubt YOU are in my prayers. I’m praying for you. That God will get a hold of you and pull you out of the pit of sin. That He will fill you with the Holy Ghost and make your story and testimony one of power to reach others.

You think you know me. But thank God that person doesn’t exist anymore. All that happened because of my choices is under the blood.  And I sit here tonight at peace.

God bless.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Ears to Hear

The story goes there were two buddies out hunting one chilly morning. As they made their way through the woods to their hunting spot, one of the friends collapsed to the ground, unconscious .
In a panic, the other friend reached for his cell phone to call 911 at which point he told the operator that his friend seemed to be dead.
The operator asked the fearful man to try to remain calm and she would help him. then, she gave him his first direction, check to see if his friend was truly dead.
A gunshot was heard, followed by the man asking, "Now what?"
The English language is complicated. Playing a game on my phone where I take letters and make words out of them leaves me feeling inadequate almost every time I play. I will get stumped and begin to "make up" words to fit the spaces only to realize as the word is accepted that the way I was sounding it out in my head was nowhere close to the real word once I could see in in front of me. And, that realization makes me stop every time to think why did I not recognize that word when I was spelling it in my head.
So many of our words have different meaning and different pronounciation with the same exact spelling.
Just reading a sentence you can make it sound and mean different things if you are not careful and do not recognize the intent of the words as they are written.
In my time talking to my Friend recently I just kept saying over and over, "Lord, let me have ears to hear."
We have lost the art of listening. We don't listen to hear any longer, we listen soley to respond.
Active listening is an art that has gone out of fashion. Modern society is too worried about being heard, we don't really care to be spoken to. We long simply for our feelings and thoughts to be validated.
Lord, give me ears to hear.
Jesus mentions eight times from what I can tell some variation of "if any man have ears to hear, let him hear."
Each time He is giving direction.
"And as they departed, Jesus began to say unto the multitudes concerning John, What went ye out into the wilderness to see? A reed shaken with the wind? But what went ye out for to see? A man clothed in soft raiment? behold, they that wear soft clothing are in kings' houses. But what went ye out for to see?A prophet? yea, I say unto you, and more than a prophet. For this is he, of whom it is written, Behold, I send my messenger before thy face, which shall prepare thy way before thee. Verily I say unto you, Among them that are born of women there hath not risen a greater than John the Baptist: notwithstanding he that is least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he. And from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heave suffereth violence, and the violent take it by force. For all the prophets and the law prophesied until John. And if ye will receive it, this is Elias, which was for to come. He that hath ears to hear, let him hear." (Mat 11:7-15)
"Behold, a sower went forth to sow; And whn he sowed, some seeds fell by the way side, and the fowls came and devoured them up: Some fell upon sony places, where they had not much earth: and forthwith they sprung up, because they had no deepness of earth: And when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root, they withered away. And some fell among thorns; and the thorns sprung up, and choked them: But other fell into good ground, and brought forth fruit, some an hundredfold, some sixtyfold, some thirtyfold. Who hath ears to hear, let him hear." (Mat 13: 3-9)
"The Son of man shall send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all things what offend, and them which do iniquity; And shall cast them into a furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth. Then shall the righteous shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of their Father. Who hath ears to hear, let him hear." (Mat 13:41-43)
"For there is nothing hid, which shall not be manifested; neither was any thing kept secre, but that it should come abroad. If any man have ears to hear, let him hear." (Mark 4:22-23)
"Hearken unto me every one of you, and understand: There is nothing from without a man, that entering into him can defile him: but the things which come out of him, those are they that defile the man. If any man hath ears to hear, let him hear." (Mark 7:14-16)
"Salt is good: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be seasoned? It is neither fit for the land, nor yet for the dunghill; but men cast it out. He that hath ears to hear, let him hear." (Luke 14: 34-35)
During every single day of our lives we have opportunities to have hundreds and sometimes thousands of words pass within our hearing range. This means that every single day we have hundreds and sometimes thousands of opportunities to listen, but not only to listen, to hear.
God speaks to us in so many ways. During my prayer time I entreated Him with specific needs. And, then I listened. Not with my ears, with my heart. Before long the Spirit of God within me responded with cries and grownings to the Voice of God in me.
Are you facing a situation that seems to be "dead" in your eyes? Instead of listening for the Voice of Truth concerning your lifeless dream, your marriage on life support, your child in a spiritual coma, have you "heard" the message God has sent you but instead of hearing Him say, "Listen, is it REALLY dead?" you hear "It IS really dead" and have a funeral while there is still a heartbeat?
Do you have ears? Maybe it is time you use them to LISTEN. Really LISTEN.
Is your situation out of control? Listen. The correction and the call to obedience is not the death toll on your situation, but more than likely it is the Lord saying "Come forth" to that which you declared dead. If you will but LISTEN to direction and apply it to your life, to your problems.
He that hath ears, let him hear the voice of the Lord, the voice of power, the voice of deliverence, the voice of redemption, the voice of correction, the true sound of mercy and grace and love.
Lord, please let me hear Your voice in my life, through Your Word, through my pastor, and let me LISTEN to HEAR. I don't want to miss a single opportunity to serve You. Help me to hear Your voice above the noise of the world. I need to hear You.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

At the Heart of the Matter

What had happened was....
I had this great revelation at God spoke to me. Oh, I have heard His voice before, loud and clear.

But what had happened had my heart.

My deceitful heart.

My wicked heart.

My deceitful, wicked heart, it heard God, too. And, thinking it was noble and honorable I heard from God about something I wanted to do, only it wasn't God at all. Sounded just like Him, but it was me.

And I allowed what I thought was God to change the course of my life

Only it wasn't Him.

See, your heart can mimic the Voice of God in you. And here you will be with your great revelation that God has spoken to you and now you can and SHOULD do this great thing you had already made up in your mind to do. Only NOW GOD has also told you to do it.

Heard a story of a single mother of 6 who "heard from God" and just knew she was supposed to be a missionary to some foreign country (where someone she had met on the internet just HAPPENED to reside). She excitedly told her pastor who then told her, in no uncertain terms, she had NOT heard from GOD. His will was for her to stay here and raise her children.

I thought with clear certainty that God had given me direction, that He had outlined a course for me. Oh, others tried to tell me it wasn't so, but I wouldn't listen. How could THEY know what God had told me to do?

So, what had happened was I listened to my heart, and I was deceived. Terribly deceived. The path and the distruction that followed forever changed who I am.

I won't say it was all bad. There has been good that has come out of this season. I have learned that He loves me in spite of my iniquity. I have learned that He still speaks to me and I have learned to listen for HIS voice in my life.

Through this season I have come to trust Him more than I ever imagined. He has shown me His great love for me in ways I never thought possible. Miracles have taken place as He pulled me out of the mirey clay of my life. And they continue even now.

So when the time came again to make a life altering decision, I prayed a different prayer. I told Him I could not trust my deceitful heart, I needed a word from the man of God from HIM and I needed it now.

At service that night during the altar call the minister said he was waiting on someone. I went up and he came to me and said he had been waiting on me. That God had a word for me. And after he got my pastor he began to tell me things only my God would know. Things I asked Him to tell me, direction I needed to go.

It was God's voice that caused me to leave the familiar and head for the safety of those who love me.

Here I am. Healing and growing and full of more faith than I ever imagined.

Isaiah 6:8 is part of the blessing of God my Pastor prays over us at the close of every Sunday night service.

"Here am I, send me."

Send me, Lord to the lost and the hurting.

Send me, to the broken and the bruised.

Send me to the ones that have been cast aside.

Send me to the hopeless.

Through my life you have given me such a burden for the lost, for the backslider, for the forgotten. Help me to remember what it felt like to be so outside your will that I thought I was lost forever, that I thought I did not deserve your mercy or grace.

And send me to those with a ministry of joy that comes from being able to hear YOUR VOICE above all the other voices in our lives. Let me never forget Your great love and where it has taken me from and where it has taken me to.

Jeremiah 17:9 The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked; who can know it?

Help me to always test Your voice in my life.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

When It Happens To You

There is not much that can prepare you for loss. I have been a "half full" kinda person my whole life, but there are times when I am staring face to face with an empty vessel and I was in no way ready to fill it back.

Life has a way of just happening.

You can be cruising along at a steady pace when suddenly you find you either need to speed up to warp speed or stop completely, usually landing with a thud.

I will be the first to say that I thought I was strong. After carrying grief on my shoulders I figured I could over come anything.

We have a tendency as fleshly creatures to get ourselves into some terrible places. We get complacent, we get forgetful, we get lazy, we get selfish, we get silly, and we get blinded by what we consider circumstances beyond our control. We place ourselves in harms way and cry when we are harmed.

I have read back over my blogs from the past and all my words of wisdom and yet it happened to me. I failed. Not God, me. I got my eyes off of God and placed them on man, off the infallible and onto the fallible. I placed myself, my family, into harm's way because I lost sight of who I was.

It was the thud that got my attention.

The long, hard fall that shook me. It was the realization that I had bound myself up, placed myself in prison and was waiting for someone else to come unlock the door that was standing wide open.

It was me that woke up in the pig pen and remembered how it was in my Father's house.

You do not wake up one day and decide to turn your back on God. It is a slow, easy stroll, sometimes, and when you finally stop to look around, you have no idea where you are.

But, He does. He has been standing, watching for your return. You are that lost coin. You are that long, lost son. You are that ONE sheep.

And, He longs for you. He longs for YOU.

Lord, I am ever so thankful today that You have never forsaken me. Help me to continue to gain ground and find my purpose again. You have never let me down, and I want to keep my eyes on you and not the storms that surround me, at times. My Hope is in YOU.

I heard this song coming home from church about a month or so ago. I almost had to pullled the car over. So thankful for the beautiful things and people in my life.

Monday, January 30, 2017

A Bloody Coat

Joseph was dearly loved by his father. He was the firstborn child to Rachel and Jacob loved Rachel. He had other sons, but there was something special about Joseph.

So, when Joseph's brothers retuned one day and handed their father a bloody coat that was ripped and torn, no other explanation, only the coat, Jacob took that coat at face value and declared his son dead, torn to pieces by an animal.

But, Joseph was not dead. He was very much alive and on the course of fulfilling the dream he had that had angered his brothers to begin with.

What they had meant as harm for Joseph, God meant it for good.

So many times we look at people and see only a portion of their circumstances and from that portion we make up our mind the state the person is in. We decide if they are alive....or dead.

But, the only evidence we  have is a bloody coat.

Riding along the other day it was His voice I heard, His voice reminding me that all isn't always what it seems.

What if the person is not dead, but merely somewhere outside of safety, hurt, bleeding, and in need?

What if the person is in a situation out of their control, but not out of His?

What if the only thing we have to go by is something someone else came up with and we just take it as truth?

In 1983, Juan Roberto Melendez-Colon was convicted of murder, mostly due to the testimony of two felons. With no real physical evidence, the jury found Melendez-Colon guilty and sent need him to death.

Out of jealousy and misunderstanding the brothers of Joesph came up with a plan to rid them of their brother. And, I am sure Jacob would have never thought about his own sons contriving such a thing against Joseph.

But, Joseph's story was far from over. He was alive and living out God's purpose for him.

And, when the day came for him to be reunited with his brothers they feared him due to his position and power, and what they had done to him.

Joseph knew God had meant it for good, for now HE would be able to save his family.

Lord, I have felt like Joseph, cast out and in the midst of trials and troubles, some of which I had no control over. I'm giving You praise today because when others looked at my life and only saw the bloody coat, You had a plan for me. Thank You for helping me never to let go of the dream You gave me, even in the worst of circumstances.

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Mistaken Identity

You know, when I was a young girl there was this saying that I really liked. It sounded so callous and tough and I would hear it and think to myself, "Yeah! That's how I feel!"

Reality is a lot different.

The reason I liked that quote so much is because it is how I longed to be, but certainly not at all what I am.

"You've obviously mistaken me for someone who cares" doesn't fit in with me at all.

Problem being I care way too much.

It has never been about peer pressure with me. I really DIDN'T care if I fit in with the popular kids, and I still don't. I have always been drawn to the misfits and the weirdos. I am perfectly fine with that.

No, I don't care what the population at large thinks about me. But, I care what you think about me.

I care about how you feel, in general. If you are among the ones that are part of my life, I care deeply and passionately about how you feel. I care about your comfort. I care about your happiness. I care about the emptiness in your tummy.

I care that you are sad and I care that you feel lonely.

I care and I care and I care.......

And, then what happens? I find out that not everyone cares. And I am the one who is mistaken.

Man, I have had my share of disappointments. MORE than my share.

There are times when I wish I could be like other people and turn off my emotions, turn off that part of me that is obviously broken and just not care so much. Because caring is hard. It's painful and it is exhausting.

I see other people who are callous and tough and they make it through life just fine. They seem to have their share of people clamoring to show them how much they are cared for.

So, why can't that be me?

And, I know it never will be. I'm just who I am. Destined to always be.