Thursday, December 29, 2016

Goodness Causes Good


2016 is drawing to a close.  Everyone always looks ahead to the New Year coming in.  Everyone wants it to be a better year in 2017 because of all the negatives of 2016.  

But, do we ever stop and reflect on the goodness this year brought us? For surely we did have good things in our lives this year, regardless of the negatives. For the Goodness of our God, causes all things to work for the good in our lives. We just need to see those good things.

I decided to do just that this morning. I reflected on the good of this past year, as I want the good to overshadow the negative:

1.  I handled my landlord with grace and kindness.

2.  I’ve allowed the healing, healing, healing of my soul and emotions.

3.  I made the life-altering decision of moving out of Southold (my place of "hiding") to my own little place.

4.  I became actively involved in church. Again.

5.  My creative juices flowed as I created cards - a long-time heart’s desire to create cards coming to fruition.

6.  The long-ago vision of my “Forgiveness Rendered” story being made into a little book is almost complete.

7.  I stood up to a man in church who was getting too friendly with his hands.  Victory!  

8.  And I did it with grace and kindness.  

9.  I said, “No” to someone who requested something of me that would take me off course.  Victory!

10. I made the decision (which I was unable to do for years) to let my hair grow.

11. I’ve continued to face my “Goliath” with courage and in The Spirit, walking in grace and kindness - being me. 

12. I have not hoarded money out of fear of the future but, continued to give, give, give.

13. I’ve stayed Golden - true to who I am.

14. I didn’t try to justify myself or even have a need to explain myself to someone's judgments of me for I know the truth of who I am. Victory!

15. Even though I shed a few tears, I didn’t allow those judgments to cause rejection to take root, to overpower me, cause me guilt or anger. 

16. I have allowed change, change, and more change and am continuing to become God’s original design of Diane.

17. Abba gave me strength to stand in this world alone.  Something, three years ago I could not envision myself doing.  This past year, I find that I stood straight and tall with an unceasing smile on my face.

It has been a good year. Why?  Because our Abba is a Good, Good Father Who bestows His Goodness unto us.  Thank You, Abba!  Thank You for all You did FOR me.  Thank You for all You did IN me!  I bless Your Holy Name!  To You be the Glory.


*** My OneWord resolution for 2017: “FULLNESS”  (…that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. ~ Eph. 3:19b)  To be filled with the fullness of God's Goodness is my goal -  my aim - for 2017.

A blessed 2017 to you!

Because of Him and Unto Him, 

Monday, October 24, 2016

Hope's Inbred Ability


God calls us “prisoners of hope”. (Zeph. 9:12)

If you are a prisoner, there you stay - no leaving.  The privilege to come and go as you please is revoked.

Our God is a God of Hope and we are “prisoners” of that hope.  But, the key is to stay in that place of hopefulness. In the hope-filled place, we will be experientially filled with joy and peace to keep on believing and to keep on abounding in hope.  
Now may the God of Hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit~ Apostle Paul, as recorded in Romans 15:13 
STAY in that place of HOPEFULNESS!



Because of Him and Unto Him, 




Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Nature's Green Room

There is a photographer in my church.  His name is Donald Case.  He travels the USA and searches for what I call God moments (instead of Kodak moments) when scenery, lighting, and stillness all come together through his lens. He captures moments in time for our breathless enjoyment.

As I sat looking at his latest photography book, a few photos caught my spirit and words flowed.  Here is one.


Benched  


There is something about this bare bench and its setting that beckons to me. “Come. Sit. Rest the soul. Inhale fresh air, exhale stress.”

Maybe it’s the varying shades of green-age that frames the bench that de-stresses me.  Did you know that the color of green is a calming, refreshing color? People waiting to appear on TV shows sit in “green rooms” to relax and hospitals use green because it relaxes the patients, so the color experts tell me.

I can picture myself in this particular setting - on this particular bench.  With legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, head back, eyes closed as the cool air soothes my weary soul. I seem to breathe easier and see clearer as my spirit speaks to Abba.

When I open my eyes I take in the forms of all the various sizes and shaped trees around me. Oh, how my soul rejoices when it sees a huge, old tree.  My fingers run over its bark like I was reading Braille; my eyes follow the branches to their soaring heights; my soul wonders what secrets the old tree may hold. I allow my imagination to “watch” the children of yesteryear as they climb higher and higher laughing and calling to each other.  Like a spider dangling from above, I “watch” the boy give his first young kiss to the girl. 

Ahh…childhood.  

Trees are for children. Benches are for “old” people. “Old” people who need to destress and be reminded of their youth.  

I think I will come back here often. Back to nature’s green room and its beckoning bench.
~~~

What does this photo speak to you?

Because of Him and Unto Him,

Monday, October 17, 2016

got thorns?


And lest I should be exalted above measure by the abundance of the revelations, a thorn in the flesh was given to me - a messenger of Satan - to buffet me, lest I be exalted above measure.  Concerning this thing, I pleaded with The Lord three times that it might depart from me.  And He said to me, "My Grace is sufficient for you, for My Strength is made perfect in weakness." ~ Apostle Paul, as recorded in 2 Cor. 12:7-9
We have all heard sermons on this portion of Scripture. And what I have been taught is that the "thorn in the flesh" is sickness or disease. That is not what these verses allude to. The word "flesh" means "human nature".  A thorn in our human nature.

Think of how we physically and emotionally react when we get stuck with a thorn.  It hurts. It pricks. It annoys us.  It can get infected.  And it continues to annoy, prick, and hurt us until we get that thing out of our flesh.

And what else has that same affect on us?

Other human beings.  Some people truly are like a thorn stuck in your thumb.

The LORD God Almighty says, as recorded in Judges 2:2-3:
And you shall make no Covenant with the inhabitants of this land; you shall tear down their altars.  But, you have not obeyed My Voice.  Why have you done this?  Therefore, I also said, I will not drive them out before you, but they shall be thorns in your side.
Spouses.  Family.  Co-workers.  Neighbors.  Those who sit alongside us on Sunday mornings. People.  Relationships. That is the thorn in our sides or flesh - the annoyance and pricking to our human nature.

And most of the time, these "thorns" show us exactly how WE are NOT Christ-like. And that is what we have to deal with - US.  Not them.  God allows the "thorns" for a reason. Satan buffets us (which means he pounds, pounds, pounds us) through certain people in our lives. And God desires us to be Christ-like.  Our reactions to what has been said or done shows us something about
ourselves, not just about them.

What better way to bring about Christ-likeness in us than to allow the "thorns" to keep buffeting us until we deal with ourselves.  Our Father's Grace IS sufficient toward us as we allow His Holy Presence to shine His Light on the dark places of our souls and reveal what must change within us.

Is anyone dealing with some "thorns" in their life?  (My hand is raised.)

Because of Him and Unto Him,






Monday, October 10, 2016

Endurance to Endure

Life can be, at times, so overwhelming.  There are seasons where one God-awful thing after another occurs.  Sometimes, it can seem as if we are in the ocean in the middle of a raging storm getting pounded with wave after wave.  The temptation to "let go" and drift off into the ocean's abyss is there, but we keep in swimming, holding our head above water with the hope of being rescued.

What keeps us "keeping on"?

What allows us to keep getting up, morning after dreadful morning?

What triggers the endurance to endure?

Seeing Him Who is unseen.
Hebrews 11:27 speaks of Moses going before the pharaoh time after exhausting time. "By faith he left Egypt, not fearing the wrath of the king; for he endured, as seeing Him Who is unseen." 
We "see" God, our Creator and Father, as He cradles us close to His Heart.  We "see" Him as His Spirit comforts us through His Holy Scriptures, and we "see" Him when we stop and reflect on all Jesus Christ endured in the last 24 hours of His Holy Life. Christ's ability to endure was the same as it is for you and me. He "saw" the unseen.
For the joy set before Him, He endured the Cross, scorning It's shame, and sat down at the right hand of The Throne of God. ~Hebrews 12:2
We endure because we know one day we, too, will see God visibly.  We will stand in His Holy Presence. There will be no more tears. No more sorrows. No more struggling to keep on swimming. The same joy that was set before Jesus is set before us, too. May we all keep our eyes on that joy of the revelation of Jesus Christ.
In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by various trials that the genuineness of your faith - being much more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire - may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ, Whom having not seen you love. Though now you do not see Him, yet believing, you rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory receiving the end of your faith - the salvation of your souls.  ~ 1 Peter 1:6-9
Great will be our reward for enduring.  And may that thought allow us to have joy in the midst of the raging storms.

Because of Him and Unto Him,







Monday, October 3, 2016

The Dew-ness of Life

One of God’s provisions for sustaining life on planet Earth is dew. Tiny droplets of water formed during “perfect” conditions that occur during the night. 

I have been meditating on this Scripture verse for days now: 

Therefore may God give you of the dew of Heaven, of the fatness of the earth, and plenty of grain and wine.  
~ Genesis 27:28

This is, in part, the blessings of Issac over his son, Jacob, before Issac takes his last earthly breath.

“The dew of Heaven” is poetic and symbolic.  Heaven’s dew is symbolic of God’s Perfect Provision, and God’s Perfect Provision is here upon earth for us now. 

Dew is not anything I normally think about unless I’m walking in the grass early in the morning or in the cold of wintertime when I need to defrost the car window.  It’s just there, early in the mornings, as
needed. 

God’s provision for you and I is similar.  It shouldn't be something I need to think about if I’m living up to His conditions.
John 14:23 says:  Jesus answered and said to him, “If anyone loves Me, he will keep My Word; and My Father will love him, and We will come to him and make Our home with him."
Obedience to The Word of God is the condition for God's Blessings in our life.  Obedience is what proves our love for God.  Anyone can say the love God, but we know actions speak louder than words.  And if we are obedient, then The Perfect Holy Presence and Provision of our God is available to us. And since Provision is within us, we need not think about it. Kind of like dew, it is just there.  Before we even realize we need His provision, it is already in place for us.

In fear and desperation, we cry out to God to provide for us.  But, that IS fear and desperation talking, not faith.  Faith is KNOWING (fully assured) the Dew of Heaven is upon my life - that His Blessing is upon my life and that His Provision is already in place.  

Dew of Heaven, please forgive me for all the times in fear and desperation I've cried out to You.  May I walk in this assurance from this day forward: Your provision for the rest of my life is already in place.  I thank You and bless You and praise You for You are the Dew-ness of my life.

Because of Him and Unto Him,



Monday, September 19, 2016

Unlike Floyd

My blogging friend, Floyd, of Finding Floyd, consistently publishes his posts every Sunday.  Like clockwork.  I expect to read him.  Usually on Monday mornings.  Like clockwork.  That so impresses me.  His consistency in publishing reveals he is a serious writer.  Even the place where he writes - in his local eatery.  There he sits, coffee and pen and paper.  Focused. He is a "ready writer" as Scripture calls it.

I have tried many times over the years to do that very thing.  But, unlike Floyd, I get so distracted. People watching, birds singing, etc. calls my attention away from my inner creativity.  Inspiration wanes.  Words get stuck somewhere unknown to me.  Thoughts hide as the intruders intrude.

In this new place where I live, they have a small "business area" where you can go and use their computers.  I've thought maybe that would be a good place to write.  Nope, too sterile an environment.  We have an outdoor "cabana" area adjacent to the pool. Comfy couches, TV, etc. I've thought, that might be a great place to write.  Nope. Too humid out. And because I imagine there must be bees drinking in the nectar from all the different flowers, I prefer not to disturb them.  (Yeah, sure!)

My pen
And so, here I sit, in my chair in my living room. In the dark.  In the stillness.  In the quiet. Encased in The Holy Presence of God. Focused. Wondering as I type where the words will lead. It's usually a surprise to me.

I'm not sure the path these particular words have taken, but this I am sure of: It's OK that I'm not as consistent as Floyd or other bloggers, like my daughter.  I am me.  I am the writer that my Father created me to be.  Different. Undisciplined at times. Challenged in the focus department sometimes.

But, this, too, I am sure of: My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I write compositions concerning The King; my fingers are the pen of a ready writer.  (Psalm 45:1)  I write truth. I seek to inspire others to see the goodness of our God. I write to encourage and it's all Because of Him and Unto Him,

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Not the Band

Jars of Clay.

No, not the band.  Us.
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.  ~ II Cor. 4:7
I am an indoor-plant lover. When I was a girl, my mother's plants adorned our home.  They were all in the same nothing special, nothing pretty, terracotta, clay pots.  That was the only kind of flowerpots there were in the "olden days".  Today, everything is plastic and colorful; ceramic and decorative.  

The eye is drawn to the planter
My friend, Isabel, is also a plant lover and her plants are housed in those kinds of decorative ceramic flowerpots.  One is prettier than the other. When I travel to visit her, one of the first things I do when I get to her home is step into her plant room (she has a plant room! Oh, a touch of Heaven...).  I walk around admiring her pots thinking, I need to start buying some of these kinds of flowerpots.  I check to see if there are any new additions to the room. And then I notice the plants.  I serendipitously take a second walk around examining them, as I ooh and aah.  

God wants us "earthen vessels" to be like jars of clay: plain, unobtrusive, ordinary pots which hold His extraordinarily beautiful Agape that is to be poured out of us to a hurting world.  

Why ordinary clay pots?  Why not expensive ceramic ones?  

So that others first see and admire the beauty of God within us, not the vessel containing that beauty.  He doesn't want us to be like me walking around Isabel's plant room where my eyes first go to the planters then to the plant.  No, He wants "the plant" to be the first thing others notice.  We should be enamored with the God we see in someone, not someone cause they have God.  There is a huge difference!

As my fingers are typing, I realize that 99% of my plants are in cheap, plastic flower pots.  You would think that I, as a plant lover, would invest money in beautiful pottery to house them in.  I never have.  And even though, as I leave Isabel's plants behind determining in my heart to purchase beautiful planters, I never do.  And I could never understand what my problem was.

It just dawned on me as I'm typing: It's my beautiful plants that catch the eye.  Not their containers.

Hmmm....

...Maybe all this about back and forth for years about pots for my plants was more about a blog post - a lessened learned - than actually upgrading my flowerpots.  Oh, thank You, Abba!

Don't you just love the way our Father teaches us His most valuable Truths?  I sure do!  

Because of Him and Unto Him,

Monday, August 29, 2016

On The Heels of Victory

Oh, if I could teach Believers one thing, it would be this:

Always, on the heels of victory comes demonic onslaughts.

And for one purpose only: to knock the victory right out of us; to steal the joy that comes from that awesome thing God has done for us, in us, or through us; to shove us back into the flesh so that we react.  Maturity and growth come from such encounters.  If we allow it.

Not being ignorant of Satan's tactics, and understanding that it WILL most CERTAINLY come, is half the battle.
...lest Satan should take advantage of us; for we are not ignorant of his devices. ~ 2 Cor. 2:11
The other half is no matter who the attack comes through, that we recognize that it is a diabolical plot and not take offense with the person in whom it does comes from. They are just being used like Geppetto masterfully puppeteered Pinocchio. Our problem is not with them, but with God's enemy.

For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. ~ Eph. 6:12
Stand your ground with the belt of Truth around your waist - Truth of the above Scriptures.  For by doing so, you give the evil one a black eye!

And...

AND more importantly...

Greater will be your victory! Greater will be your maturity and reflection of Christ-likeness.  Oh, Hallelujah!

Because of Him and Unto Him,



Monday, August 22, 2016

Is it Snuggle Time Yet?

Kodak and I do this "snuggle" thing every night.  I lay on the floor and "spoon" with him and I talk "sweet nothings" in his ears.

No, this is not Kodak. And that is not me.

I just got up off the floor and I was asking him if he wanted to eat.  As the words came out of my mouth, I had this revelation:

Kodak never stresses about his daily needs: food, water, going out to pee and poop. And even play time.  He knows - KNOWS - those needs will be met by me for he is totally dependent on me.

Totally.
Completely.
His survival is based on my faithfulness.

His provision for daily care is met by me.  He doesn't stress about whether or not I bought his food. He doesn't wonder if there will be dinner tonight.  Nope.  He rests in peace knowing I will meet all of his needs.  He will verbalize those needs.  When he needs to pee, he lets me know.  If he's hungry, he lets me know. And I, faithfully, "read" his needs and I provide.  Even if he is so patient and he doesn't give me signs, I know what he needs, wants.  And I take care of those things.

Well...

We are not any different than Kodak.  Our Father knows our needs and our wants.  His provision is already there.  I don't need to wonder if He will provide because He just does.  I don't need to wonder if we can have "snuggle time" together.  Of course, we can.  He waits patiently for me, just as Kodak does every night.  If I get caught up in something or a TV show, Kodak lays quiet. Every now and then, he "talks" to me, as if to say, "Here I am, don't forget me".

Our Father does the same thing as our faithful companions.  He gently nudges us as if to say, 'Here I am, don't forget Me".

As Kodak is totally dependent on me, I am totally dependent on my Father.

Totally.
Completely.
My survival is based on His faithfulness.

A W E S O M E!  

How about you?  Are you TOTALLY dependent on Abba?

Because of Him and Unto Him,

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

The Shadows of Night

Within the night-time light, shadows play and dance
Images in black and white create a unique perspective


Eyes created to see light struggle in darkness
What is that in the corner?

The scene does not change in daylight vs. nightlight
So, what is different?

The brightness of light

In the dimness, eyes focus on the shadowing effects and coloring
No longer seeing the truth in its entirety

Secrets stay hidden
Deceptions lay in wait

The actual truth of the scene is obscured
Eye and mind work hard to comprehend details

As daylight begins to overshadow nightlight 
Clarity slowly emerges 


The hidden now exposed
Truth emerges

Truth that has been there all along
Yet not seen due to the shadowing of nightlight

Truth that has been there all along
Now stands un-mistakingly visible
For Light has come


The Light has surely come into the shadowy night of my life
The Light shows forth clarity, Truth, and 20/20 hindsight

The Light has surely come into the shadowy night of my life
The Light illuminates all that is good, just, right, pure, and holy
And in that Light, no darkness can stand and sin is exposed

Eyes no longer focused on shadowy effects and coloring
Mind and eye fully comprehend

Ever so grateful for The Light that exposed the secrets, deceptions, plots and plans
And dispelled the darkness of all that laid hidden as a snare

Only in the brilliance of Light can Truth stand
He brought me out of shadows into the fullness of Light
Out of evil’s darkness
Into the technicolor of the Glory of His SonLight

All praise, honor, and glory be to my GOD, my Father!  
Arise, shine! For your Light has come!And the Glory of The LORD is risen upon you.For behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, And deep darkness the people;But, The LORD will arise over you,And His Glory will be seen upon you.       ~ Isaiah 60:1-2
Because of Him and Unto Him,

Monday, July 11, 2016

Enlightened Counter Tops Enlightens the Soul

Well, I moved into the new apartment complex.  In the process of still being built, I'm on the ground floor of one of the two buildings that are complete. Everything is brand spanking new.  Want to know what brought me to tears as I took possession of my new home?

No, this is not my kitchen, but
mine lights up just the same
Lights under my kitchen cabinets.

When I tried a switch on the wall to see which light it was to, the counter tops lit up.  I burst into tears of joy and praised my Abba for His Goodness and His delight in pleasing me...

For years I had asked my husband to update our old kitchen. Nope. I asked to have someone come (because the husband couldn't have been bothered) and install lights under our kitchen cabinets.  Nope.

What man cannot/will not do, our wonderful, good, good Father does!  And for one reason only: to please His children, to bring delight to their souls, and tears of joy to their faces.  Now, that is Love!

A simple thing such as this.  Something never "prayed" about. Not even a deep "longing" on my part. Just a little something He knew about me.  By blessing me with this tiny desire, Abba showed me His Intimate Love toward me.  And if He did this tiny little thing, how much more He will do for the huge things I need?  Lesson learned, Father.  Thank You!

I don't know which is brighter: my counter tops or my soul.  For He has enlightened both!  Oh, Hallelujah!

Because of Him and Unto Him,

Monday, June 27, 2016

Yes? No? Maybe?

Phone call #1:

“Diane, the new tenant was wondering if she could have your air conditioners.”

“I’m sorry, no, they are promised to others.”

“Are you taking them with you?”

“No, they are promised to others.”

Phone call #2:

“Diane, the new tenant will give you $300 for the air conditioners.”

        Temptation #1:  Man, $300 would come in handy right about now…

“No, I’m sorry, they are promised to others.”

But, Diane! $300!

       My word is worth more than $300, isn’t it?  
              He who swears to his own hurt… ~ Psalm 15:4
       LORD, my word is my bond, my word is my oath - even if it costs me.

“No, I’ve given my word.”  

"Are you sure?"

        Temptation #2:  Am I?  I could just come up with an excuse to the others.  They would never know...

"Yes! I am sure."

I gave my word (He who swears) even unto my own hurt (not receiving $300). I may be shy $300, but my heart is wearing a smile.

YES, I am sure!

Because of Him and Unto Him,







Friday, June 17, 2016

North Carolina Highlight #1

For this child I prayed ~ 1 Samuel 1:27 
Little men - Keith and DJ
Twenty years ago I was head of the Nursery Department in my church.  We had two separate rooms - one for infants and toddlers and the other for 3-4-year-olds.  One day, Isabel came in with her two grandsons in tow.  Keith and DJ were just three years old. Cousins who were the same age. I will never forget that day they walked in - they were dressed like little men. My heart melted with love for these two boys. They were raised to adulthood in this close-knit family, where the "village" of this family all helped raise them. Cousins, yet closer than some brothers.

A bit after arriving at Isabel's home last night, her daughter Marion came in with a surprise home-made birthday cake for me and with DJ.  This handsome young man, now 23, recently came home from his tour of duty.

Handsome man
As a child, I prayed for him and Keith. Last night as a man, we embraced.  I looked into his eyes and saw the fruit of my prayers.  That same smile he had as a three-year-old is the same now 20 years later. Joy filled my heart to see the fruit of my prayers. There was much I wanted to say to him but I couldn't for I knew if I did, the tears would flow.

Man.
Soldier.
Man/soldier who could embrace this old lady with fondness. The kind of hug that only Love can produce.  Man/soldier with a gentle spirit and Love in his heart...(now the tears are flowing).

Next Wednesday, the day before I leave to go home, Keith arrives.  He will be home on leave.  Our Father arranged for him to arrive while I am still here.  Oh, thank You, LORD.

Man.
Soldier.
I cannot wait to look into his eyes.  More than that, I cannot wait to see cousin/brothers side by side once again.  

Boys who used to play soldier.
Men who are soldiers.

As men of valor, their military experiences are incomprehensible to me.  I want to be able to hold them and erase all that they may have seen, heard, witnessed, done that may have scarred their souls.  Of course, that is not in my ability to do so.

But what is in my ability is I can pray as I did so long ago, and trust DJ and Keith into our Father's Hand of healing and graciousness.

Hhmmm...which is the highlight?
Birthday cake?  DJ?
Birthday cake?  DJ?

Clearly DJ.  Thank You, LORD, for this gift unto me. 

Because of Him and Unto Him,




Thursday, June 16, 2016

What A Difference Five Months Makes

Five months ago, I sat in this same airport.  I had written a post while sitting in a holding pattern just waiting.  I ended up never posting it.  At the time, I was surrounded - literally - by businessmen. Some, you could clearly tell, were on the prowl.  It caused me to wonder and wonder about all my husband's "business trips" and if he, too, was on the prowl?  It was unnerving and a very negative experience.  Even though I love people-watching, all I could see were these men eyeing all the woman trying to connect.

Five months later, I'm once again in the airport going to the same destination.  This time, I'm surrounded by families, children, teens, single men, single woman. Some may be businessmen. Some may be on the prowl, but my eyes aren't picking up on that.  And my heart is carefree and free of wondering.


And I'm enjoying my people-watching.

Oh, Father, thank You for all the healing you are doing in me and for growing me up in my now-new-life.  

Because of Him and Unto Him,


Monday, June 13, 2016

All It Takes Is A Pinch

Seems you can take anything good and decent, no matter how big, how grand, and even a pinch of pride can poison the whole kit and caboodle.                                                                     ~ Floyd Samons
A pinch of pride is all it takes to ruin something good?  Such a minute amount?  UGH.



I'm right, you're wrong. 

No, I'm right, you're wrong.

Such thoughts and attitudes can ensnare our hearts.

Such was the case a week ago with a friend.  I KNOW what she said.  She KNOWS what she said; however, we have two completely different versions of what she said.  I am not a fighter.  I usually concede quickly as to keep the peace.  However, this day was different for some reason.  And even though I could hear Dr. Phil in my head, "Do you want to be right or do you want to be happy?", my mental reply was, "I don't WANT to be right, I AM RIGHT!"  Woah! The pinch of pride that I started with was quickly escalating into a mound.

The prideful attitude of "I'm right, your wrong" can set into motion circumstances that we may later regret.  Yeah, OK.

STUBBORNNESS IS AS IDOLATRY!  (1 Samuel 15:23) Ok, that did it.  I conceded.

We both apologized and decided to move on, putting our "rightness" behind us.  A few days later, I read Floyd's words on his blog.  I was being set up: the whole kit and caboodle (our friendship) was about to be poisoned.  By MY pride.  UGH.

Thank You, Abba, for Your Word being that two-edged sword to my soul and thank You for Floyd's words confirming that I did the right thing.  

Can anyone relate?

Because of Him and Unto Him,



Monday, June 6, 2016

I'm A Free-falling Momma!

This is a line in one of my favorite love/dance-around-the-kitchen songs: 
Let my arms be your escape                                                                           ~lyric from Just Fall by Anthem Lights 
I've never experienced any man's arms being my escape from anything in this life.  No arms have ever caught me nor carried me, held me protectively or even lovingly for that matter.  Not my father's, brother's, uncle's', or husband's.   In the natural that is as foreign to me as speaking Chinese would be.

But
BUT
BUT
BUT!



I have experienced it by my true Father, my Abba.  My Daddy consistently allows me to "just fall" -  free-fall into His Arm of Love, Compassion; Protection and Strength - His Arm of Grace - where He holds me close to His Heart making me feel safe, secure, protected, and unconditionally loved.
Absolutely!



No, no man has ever been that for me.  But, my GOD has been.  Oh, what a blessed woman I am!

He will feed His flock like a Shepherd; He will gather the lambs with His Arm, and   carry them in His Bosom, and gently lead those who are with young.                       ~ Is. 40:11
Oh, how blessed I am! 

Because of Him and Unto Him,

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

I'm A Big Girl Now

M A J O R

Lifestyle

Change

A G A I N

For the third time in two and a half years, I'm going through major lifestyle change.  For the third time in two and a half years, I'm d
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                                                            n
                                                              sizing.

Again.

Someone said to me recently, "Well, downsizing isn't God.  God is all about increase." Well, I would say she doesn't know God intimately enough to understand that isn't a true statement.  God's "downsizing" is all about increase. I guess it all depends on if you see the glass half full or half empty.

It is a stripping away.  A pruning by the Vinedresser.  A letting go of these temporal things. A getting ready for new possibilities.  And it is FREEDOM!

I did something yesterday that most people do in their twenties, but because I married young and moved straight from my childhood home to my marital home, I never lived on my own.  As I made the decision, as I signed my name, I said to my friend, "I'm a big girl now!"  Oh, how we laughed and giggled with glee as if we were two young girls moving out on our own.



Since my steps are ordered by The LORD, I have peace. And a joyful expectancy in the midst of the "Did I make the right decision?" quandary.  Right or wrong, the decision is made.  Right or wrong, I'm holding Abba's Hand.  Right or wrong, I'm letting go of all that has been and embracing the possibilities of what can be.  Right or wrong, I feel so free.

I feel like Mary Tyler Moore did on the opening credits of her TV show when she threw her beret up in the air on the streets of Minneapolis.  I'm a big girl now!  (he-he)




Thank you, Tell Me A True Story, for allowing me to share on your site!

Because of Him and Unto Him,

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

As the Baby Sails Out the Window

"Don't feel sad over someone who gave up on you.  Feel sorry for them, because they gave up on someone who would never have given up on them."                                                                                     Lessonslearnedinlife.com
You know, I've thought about this exact saying countless times in the past two and a half years. I'm sad for the husband of my youth because I wonder if his young, other-wife, will unconditionally love him so as to take care of him in his old age.  She did not love and honor him for 40 years through the good, the bad, and the ugly but, will she for the next decades to come? Or will she abandon him when he no longer serves her purpose just as he has done to the family of his youth?  Oh, how I wonder and pray that he has contemplated such matters. As one who knows The Word of God and stood in pulpits teaching extensively on this subject, does he need to be reminded that the Law of sowing and reaping is in play here?  

Oh, I do feel sorry for him. It is sad that he has thumbed-his-nose-up at Unconditional Love (Agape) and settled for lust. Lust that will be very fleeting in the days to come.



I don't give up on people (obviously). Things yes, people no.  I do not "burn bridges" behind me.  I always leave the door open to those who were "once" in my life. I may throw the bath water out, but never the baby with it.  

Why? Because Agape Love

permeates my being. Agape does not lock doors up tight. Agape does not burn the bridge behind itself. Agape does not throw the "baby out with the bathwater". 

GOD's door is always open to us.  The "bridge" back to Him is always stable, secure, and reachable. And GOD never, ever throws us away - no matter how dirty or ugly our "bath water" might be.  


Agape in me does not give up on someone because GOD, Who IS Love, does not.   


Even when others do.


Even when others do.


I am so thankful GOD has never thrown me away - even when my bath water was nasty and polluted.  Now, that is Agape!


Because of Him and Unto Him,

Monday, May 2, 2016

Seeing Green

Here are the two things I’ve been meditating on this morning:
“If a man cannot prove his “religion” in the valley, it is not worth anything.”                                               ~ Oswald Chambers
II Corth. 5:7:  For we walk by faith, not by sight.
My eyes see the unseen because faith is my eyesight.  Now, if THAT is true, then my “religion” should be proven out in the valley times of this earthly journey.  And not just the valley times, but the ho-hum everyday existence when it’s neither mountain top nor valley.  In going about my daily routines, is my sight centered in on the unseen?  Am I aware of all the angels around me, moving on my behalf as I declare God’s Word from my lips?  (Psalm 103:20   Bless the Lord, you His angels, who excel in strength, who do His Word, heeding the voice of His Word. )  Am I aware of the spiritual battle all around me that is being fought on my behalf?

I have observed that most “Christians” today are like someone who has just lost their eyesight and are terrified to learn to navigate the darkness.  They sit.  Unable to move.  Unable to do.  All due to fear of this or fear of that.  Excuse after excuse.  Is their “religion” worth anything?  They have not turned on their faith eyesight.   


A woman I know - who is a long-time Christian - has told me she wants to attend my Bible study, but will not come because she doesn’t like the road that the building is off of.  Huh?!  (It is a 35 MPH thoroughfare.)  It makes my head glitch.


I do not want to be one such as that.  I want to continue to brave the darkness, fine tuning my faith-eyesight as if I were wearing precision, military night-goggles, which gives me the ability to see no matter how black the darkness is, no matter how deep in a valley I may be in.  



Because of Him and Unto Him,

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

High Def Vision

The chorus to the song, Day To Feel Alive, is this:
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, what a day to feel alive Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, what a day to feel alive
This is one of my songs from my "kitchen playlist", which I listen to as I do kitchen work. The problem is I usually end up dancing around my kitchen rather than taking care of the task at hand.  I’ve even shut the stove off to allow the physical side of me to express my “aliveness”.

Never in my whole life had I ever felt so alive as I do now.  Alive with the “abundant life” Jesus came to give us.  I’ve read John 10:10 a gazillion times, taught on it countless times.  And I always had this twinge inside me, “But, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced it, LORD”. 

Now I know “abundant life” is a state of being.  It’s being exactly where God wants you, doing what He has called you to do, allowing Him to heal and set you free, which produces an exuberant joy.  

Never, in my wildest dreams, could I have imagined me being like this two years ago after the shock of finding out about my husband’s secret sinful life. 

Never did I imagine, as God separated me out of this unholy alliance, that it would produce such freedom to be who I was created to be. 

Never did I imagine that the gifts of The LORD, that used to operate through me, would be back with such anointing.   

Never did I imagine that I could see, literally - I’m talking literally - in HD.  Everything in life is now so bright and perfectly clear; focused with such clarity that it is as if I had been blind my whole life and now I see colors for the first time.  

Another “kitchen” song’s chorus is:
So tell me I’m dreaming (Oh woah) Cause’ I can’t hold back these tears I cry And you (but I sing “I”) never looked more beautiful tonight (Oh woah) So if I’m dreaming (Oh woah) Don’t wake me up, I’m so alive Wish you could see what I see through these eyes of mine~ Chorus to Beautiful Tonight by Westlife

Thank You, Abba, for separating me from the unholy alliance we had become.  Thank you for releasing me from his passive-egressive, strong Type A personality that he was so proud of being.  Thank You, that in the midst of those dark, dark days of finding out truth, You already saw this day, this time, this place which You would have me in.  When all I could see was devastation and ashes, You saw beauty.  The beauty of abundant life that awaited me.  The beauty of being who I was created to be now that the strong Type A personality no longer has me suppressed.  Thank You, Abba, that now I am free to laugh freely, love intensely, hug deeply, and to dance around my kitchen.  All because You have brought me back to Life - to Your abundant Life.  Thank You for giving me clarity in seeing "through these eyes of mine".  I must now be seeing as You see…thank You, my Father.  Thank You!  I bow before You in gratitude.

Because of Him and Unto Him,

Monday, April 18, 2016

i am Within The I Am

met a Man.  His Name is Jesus.  He changed my life.

His Humanness my aspiration.
His God-ness my strength.

strength to have braved the dark
aspiration to be more like Him

i know a Man.  His Name is Jesus.  He is my personal self-improvement guru.

improve myself, I allow Him to do
my aspiration and strength lead me to

i am intimate with a Man.  His Name is Jesus.  He is constantly doing math within me.

adding abundant life - Love, Peace, Joy
subtracting the negatives of the inner man of my heart
multiplying Agape in and through me
dividing the bad and ugly resulting in the good

i am one with a Man.  His Name is Jesus.
He prayed that I would be One with our
    Father as He is One with Him

tightly abiding in Him
listening, hearing, I know His Voice
having Wisdom and knowledge of His Word
having deep, fulfilling intimacy with the One Who gave His Life for me

i am within The I AM.
The I AM within me.
We are One.

Because of Him and Unto Him,