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2011-09-12T21:13:00.001+02:00

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2010-09-06T20:15:00.002+02:00

Sudden Death!

In Zimbabwe when I was about 26, I was driving towards a traffic light in the pouring rain. My vision was poor so I had to reduce my speed for safety precautions.

It was a two way street, and it handled all the big truck (container carriers) traffic (we don’t have highways in Zimbabwe, the biggest is dual carriageways).

I was doing about 50 km and was slowing down as the lights were red for me. A huge truck, going in the opposite direction, passed on my right, and a little boy ran from behind the truck right in front of me. I swerved to my left, away from oncoming traffic to try avoiding him, but he ran into my swerve and I hit him. It happened so fast. My bumper hit his head and he died instantly. He was 7 years old and was on his way home from school. His mom was a single parent.

There was no charge; it was recorded as an unavoidable sudden death. It was clearly not my fault but an incident that still haunts me, especially when I think of his grieving mother, God be with her.

Lord Jesus, I pray for this boys mother, and any other parent who has lost a child so young. Comfort them Lord, and allow them to know that with You, there is peace for their little ones, and a free gift of eternal life with you in Your Kingdom, in your name I pray, amen.

2010-09-06T19:21:00.002+02:00

About and Out in Street Ministry!

I walk and spread the good news of Jesus Christ on the streets of Durban, with ex-prostitutes, who have turned to Jesus, girls who know the streets very well with lots of wisdom of who, what, where, and how.

They have very sad stories, and have shared that most of the prostitutes out there, are managed by pimps, who stand back and watch them from the darkness. The pimps openly beat on them if they get caught talking to street evangelists or any other that is not a paying customer, and the girls are so very nervous. Regardless of the weather, they have to be clad in skimpy clothing to attract their sexual abusers.

They are driven by the drugs their pimps intraveneously feed them. They are locked up all day in a room, and obviously sleep from being tired after working the night before. The pimps wake them once it is dark, and send them drugged up onto the street for business. If the pimps see us, they demand for us to get away, which we do for the safety of the girls.

I had an angry pimp come for me once, and I was not really scared, because an invisible aura around me, obviously kept him at a safe distance. (I also had fellow Christians around me, one of whom took my arm and moved me away from the guy).

On the streets you don’t see many girls amongst the street kids, because from as young as eight, if they are found, they are taken immediately into prostitution. Their own brothers sell them for money or drugs. It is so very sad to know the abuse that happens in this world, to innocent poverty stricken children, or children born into sick religious sects.

Sweet Jesus, please take these poor people, and place them in the paths of evangilists who can share Your Awesomeness. Soften and prepare their hearts, to receive the truth of who You are, and the free gift of salvation that you offer. In Your name Jesus I pray, amen.

Psalm 82:4
Deliver the poor and needy; Free them from the hand if the wicked.

2010-09-05T18:51:00.002+02:00

God Given Time!

My mom died when she was 66 and I was holding her hand when she took her last breath.

Just the other day I was telling my family that I wish I could go crawl into my mom’s space because she just knew how to make things right. I still miss her so much and she went home to Jesus in 2003.

I treasure the time we were able to share during her last months and we bonded so much. We knew she was going to go, and watching her pain kind of helped me accept that her going home was the best thing. It hurt so much watching her suffer.

I must say, that even though her suffering was absolutely awful, God gave us special times that I treasure, unlike my wonderful brother and nephew who were both killed instantly in car accidents, no time for special goodbyes. I struggle so much still trying to deal with their sudden loss because there are so many of those ‘if only’.

There are none with my mom, because God blessed me with wonderful moments and His gracious time. However, I do not wish the suffering of terminal illness for last goodbyes upon any; all I pray is that everyone knows Jesus so that we can all meet in the streets of heaven one day and rejoice in our new home, His Awesome Kingdom.

Thank You Jesus for being in control. For being such an Awesome loving God, who wants all His children to give of themselves to Your eternal Kingdom, so that we all may enjoy Your Kingdom with You. I pray for all those within my family, who have not yet given themselves to You, that they would be drawn to You, in such a way, that there would be no doubt in their minds that You are Lord of Lords, and King of Kings, and in their recognition of this, I pray that they would willfully give their lives to You, in Jesus name I pray amen.

2010-09-05T18:42:00.002+02:00

For the Love of a Mother!

Have been having a somewhat restless time lately…, yes again, and I was crying and I said to Hubby, I wish I could get in my car and go and crawl in close by my mom.

When I was living in Zim, even back then, I suffered terribly with headaches. I would get in my car, go to my mom and she would know as soon as I walked in the door. She suffered with headaches too so she knew and understood the pain. She would lie me down on her bed, give me some headache meds, cover me with her blanket, make sure I ate and then tell me to rest. I cried for her again, it hurt so much and to think she has already been gone for 7 years and I still need her…sigh!

Take care of your mom, no matter what, she is the one that brought you into the world, changed those nappies, fed you from her breast, and loved you every moment that you breathed. Love her always and remember to let her know how much you appreciate her, before she moves on and out of your life.

2010-09-05T18:26:00.002+02:00

He Stills my Pain!

My boys have been gone from me now for 8 years, and the pain still oozes big time. They left me at ages 15 and 17, from our Christian home into satan’s big pit of candy coated pooh.

It has been an extremely tough walk for them, and me, and still is, but all I can do is trust that God is in control. I keep praying that one day soon we will all be able to live in the same place again, which is probably why I am continually unsettled. I cannot settle which causes me deep depression.

They keep going through very tough times, and the calls with tears just break me down terribly. To hear them cry helplessly is just the worst.

I keep praying. What more can I do? Without the financial recourses to get to them or get them here, praying is my best option? God knows my heart and He sees what is going on and like he says in Isaiah 18:4 that He is watching, and for that I praise His name.

My hope is in my constant prayers. and I know that Jesus holds my heart and theirs whislt He works for them to find and follow Him forever. He is an Awesome God who will not fail to take care of His beautiful children, Dustyn and Cheyne. He knows how much I love them and He loves them way beyond that, praise His Holy name!

Isaiah 18:4
For so the Lord said to me, "I will take My rest, and I will look from My dwelling place".

2010-09-05T17:50:00.002+02:00

With the Holy Spirit We Go!

This street ministry that I am involved in just gets better and better.

Another amazing night, a 21 year old prostitute who was initially very stand offish with me, eventually submitted, and allowed me to pray with her and she accepted Jesus into her heart. She turned from hard to soft before me and it was beautiful. Nearly two months down the road and she is still off the streets doing well in her new found life with Jesus in the forefront, praise His Holy name!

A taxi driver who was also stand offish like ‘get away from me’, also eventually submitted and allowed me to pray for him. He drove away with a huge smile and waved to me, and although he did not give his life, he willingly took literature that I am praying will touch him, and draw him close to Jesus.

I could go on with so many stories of joy and tell you how the Holy Spirit clearly goes with us on every street visit. Our streets are riddled with violent crime, but it is amazing how safe we all feel, with His presence that covers and leads our every step.

Acts 19:2
He said to them, "Did you receive the Holy Spirit when you believed?"

2010-09-05T17:23:00.003+02:00

I Talk God...not Religion!

I did it, the nail technology course I have been wanting to do for some years, and now I need to start gathering client's into a business I call , "Expressive Touch".

I am excited because I look at this new nail experience as a ministry tool. I will be able to hold onto people’s attention whilst I am busy with their nails, and gently bring Jesus into my work station space, and introduce those that don’t know him.

I was told by my tutor that I should NOT talk religion to clients', because it is unprofessional????
My answer to that is, “oh, okay, I won’t talk religion, I will just talk about my Awesome Friend, the One who has changed my life, the One I can rely on no matter what, the One who delicately and lovingly holds me His child close always, the One who I can walk with and talk with no matter the time or place, and He is faithfully there.”

To me that is not religion, it is fact, and I am an about facts kind of person. I will definitely not push Jesus onto anyone but I will pray for and grab opportunities to share what He has done in my life.

I fear chasing people away so will do all work for Him prayfully’ and carefully, amen!

Proverbs 18:24
A man who has friend must be friendly himself. But there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.

2010-09-05T17:15:00.002+02:00

Dream On!

I would love to have a God driven coffee shop with a craft, writers, singers, and totally art driven aura.

It would be a coffee shop where patrons could make crafts, or write or sing whilst enjoying a wonderful cuppa coffee or a smoothie or milkshake with a nice piece of cake or a muffin etc. I would have a box with pens and paper in the middle of the table and invite people to write a short four line poem and the best poem at the table would get a free coffee and a place on the ‘poets’ board.

I have dreams about this place that would be filled with gospel inspired music sung by enthusiastic musicians and songwriters looking for a space to do their thing.

I could probably never own a coffee shop but how I would love to inspire someone who has the finances to open one that I and my creative friends could go sit to share and enjoy each others giftings.

Imagine a bible study in this atmosphere, wow!

Mark 9:23
Jesus said to him, "If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes".

2010-09-05T17:02:00.002+02:00

Still laughing!

Ha ha! I tell you what, I am still giggling at my last embarrassing moment which does not end there. I have round 2 of my bible study saga.

The following week, we arrived and I was feeling a bit strange looking at who might be looking at me, the panty pad girl. Of course, the lady who tapped me on the shoulder kept on looking at me and smiling, I politely smiled back. The night went well and I started relaxing as I felt no focus on me. It came to the end of the study and we prayed for all the issues we needed to. We came to the end of that and all said the “amen” that we normally do.

Then, when it was all quite, that awkward time when nobody knows what to say and everyone is stretching and getting ready to get up and go, I gathered unintentional attention once again, ha-ha!

I sneezed, ha-ha! When I sneeze in company I normally suppress the outburst for fear of having my nose fling unwelcome mucus. (This happened once in art at school and it landed all over my best friend’s work of art, awful to say the least, and I had no tissue)

I also take great care to ensure that all air valves are tight in case of bad wind escapes, because again, an embarrassing experience in a busy shopping centre has taught me well. Ha-ha!

However, this sneeze came and my mouth decided to exude a huge fart sound, ha-ha!. Everyone looked at me very fast and all stretches ceased immediately. Hubby shuffled uncomfortably in the chair next to me and I sat there with big eyes, once again, disbelief written all over my reddened face at what just happened, ha-ha! (oh I can’t stop laughing). Nobody said a word, not even “bless you”, and neither did I.

I sat there thinking, if I say something to defend myself they will all think I am lying, and by not saying anything I rendered myself guilty as clearly charged. Ha-ha!

We left the group and driving home we were distracted and I forgot to ask Hubby what he thought. The following evening when he came home I asked him about it and his reply was, “you did fart didn’t you?”

I burst out laughing and realized clearly that if he thought that then so did everyone else, ha-ha-!

What next? Ha-ha!

2010-09-05T16:50:00.002+02:00

Laugh with me!

This is a story I share as one of the most embarrassing but hilarious moments in my life.

I am a mother of 3 and all my children were born of natural birth. My boys weighed in at 3.7 kg’s each and my daughter, who was 7½ weeks premature, weighed in at 1.2 kg’s. After these pregnancies came a weak bladder and as I get older I have to wear a panty pad every day just in case the weakness overtakes control, ha-ha! It rarely does but just in case.

I led bible study, and being the first time with this group, I really had fun preparing. I wrote a poem prayer and printed out the appropriate literature. After I completed my preparation, I was so hot and I ripped my clothes off, laid them on my bed, and put on my costume to go for a swim. When I was done I went to get ready. Hubby was now home and in the shower so I had to wait to get my clothes into the wash and my panty pad into the toilet. So I unstuck the pad from my panties and rolled it up and left it on the bed. I continued to get ready and once we were done we left for study. Of course I forgot about my clothes on the bed.

We arrived at study and I walked in feeling very confident and ready to lead. The host’s kitchen is a long one and the group, all 12 of husbands and wives were standing as usual on the one side whilst the host stood on the other side preparing the coffee and tea. I walked past all of them and met with a lady that was there for the first time, introduced myself, and then carried on to say hi to the dog. By this time I had basically done a 360° and was facing them all side on talking to the dog.

I suddenly got a light tap on my shoulder and the new lady, whispered in my ear, “you have something stuck on your shirt”. I said thanks and felt for it and pulled it off, ha-ha-ha!. Everyone could see in my hand and I stood in total shock, disbelief, just staring at this thing, ha-ha!. There in my hand was my panty pad, unraveled and looking just like what it was, a sticky panty pad. Disbelief took a little while before reality set in and I realized that everyone was watching me, so I rolled it up and said, “oh daughters”, and threw it in the bin. Praise God there was a bin right there, ha-ha!

Nobody said a word and there I sat leading the group in worship etc feeling like a right pad, ha-ha!

Have not seen anyone since then but will do soon, ha-ha! But through this all I realized that God is so kind, it could have stuck to my hand when I threw it away, or it could have been a huge sticky nappy pad, like the elderly have to wear sometimes, or even worse, it could have been a dirty pad. It was clean, small and it did not stick…it could have been worse, ha-ha!

I hope you all had a good laugh like I and many other women had! (I will never wear the same shirt there again…the pad shirt! Ha-ha)

2009-10-10T13:13:00.016+02:00

He sends angels... does my Lord Jesus Christ!

The phone rang at 03h00 on Saturday 12 Septermber. The loud ring in the quiet of the early morning startled me, and for a moment I could only stare at the flashing screen on my mobile, whislt my anxious heart beat faster and faster. Who was it, what has happened, what can it be, was this bad news...again? After the early morning call during late December 2005 from my twin sister, one that told of the sudden tragic death of my brother, I was scared.

I answered, and as I did, I heard news that made my heart sink to my feet. Surely this was not true, I must be dreaming, I need to wake from this nightmare. But as I pinched myself I knew that the horrific news was for real. It was the same anxious voice from 2005, my twin sister was on the other end blurting the terrible and unbelieveable news...Cheryl, Curtis is dead, Curtis has gone!!!

Curtis, her 21 year old son was driving home in his VW with a friend after dropping another friend home from a night out. As he approached and passed through a green traffic signal at a four-way intersection, he was struck on his right driver side, by a racing ambulance that also acknowledged a green light from his side. Both sides bore green lights? The ambulance shunted the helpless VW sideways across the road causing it to ride up a traffic light, fly into the air, hitting a huge over-hanging branch of a tree, before landing on its four wheels ontop of the now fallen and terribly broken traffic light. Curtis did not have a chance of survival and slumped over his steering wheel, was declared deceased at the scene. His lifeless body was removed from the wreck, after the door was removed, and placed immediately into a body bad for passage to the mortuary. His friend in the passenger seat was alive and was admitted to ICU and is today recovering from his physical wounds but emotionally..., will he ever be fully healed after losing his best friend?

The funeral followed on the Thursday with an amazing attendance, evidence of the popular boy Curtis was. Obviously it was an extremely emotional time and one I pray that I will never have to experience with my own.

I wrote a poem for Curtis and spoke, as difficult as it was, at his funeral. I brought Jesus into what I shared with beautiful illustrations. I spoke about how Jesus only picks his best flowers in full bloom and how He must be fighting one heck of a war up in the heavenlies to be taking so many young men. I spoke of how gorgeous Curtis looked the last time I saw him in his work attire and could only imagine that he must look even more so in his righteous armour.

This is the poem I wrote for him, one I shared at the funeral too:

His character was bold and strong

The light and soul of many an event

And although he didn't stay long

Curtis won hearts wherever he went

He was such a mature young lad

Only just having turned twenty one

A strong willed boy but not bad

An amazing loving brother and son

He knew of trials and the ride

Of the life we all wrestle in today

But he took it all in his stride

Always finding and managing his way

And although he is no longer here

His memory will live on forever

Because always in our hearts he'll stay near

And to forget him we will never

Romans 14:28 (NKJV)

For if we live, we live to the Lord: and if we die, we die to the Lord

I don't know where his heart was with Jesus, and it's not for me or for any to judge or assume because God is the only Judge and the only one who knows our destiny, even for us who believe and hope for our promised eternal gift.

But what I do know, is that Jesus loves each and every one of us the same, regardless of the lives we have led and I believe that before He takes any home, he seeks our hearts one last time and offers us His Kingdom to share with him. I believe that Curtis was ready by God's will for the picking and I believe that God sent an angel to him before he passed away. And this I know because of a story I was told after the funeral by one of my sister's friends, a story clearly sent by God for my spiritual ears.

There was a guy unknown to any who was sitting in one of the back rows of the church near this lady. During the service, which by the way was definately heaven sent and submitted to our Pastor who was clearly annoited with the message he shared, this guy introduced himself. He apparently said, "I am a police reservist and I held Curtis before he died". Before she could get a name and number, he was gone and was not to be found again. How could this be when Curtis was declared deceased at the scene before he was removed from the VW. He was clearly an angel who was sent by God to allow us knowledge that our darling Curtis was not alone, he was with his angel who was sent by our amazing Father God who loves Curtis as much as He loves you and me, a love so huge and beyond our imaginations.

How wonderfully awesome He is, our Lord, Father and God.

Oh Lord, I want to thank You for loving Curtis the way You do, for sending his angel to hold him and to share Your amazing awesome love with him. And sweet Jesus, You can see the broken hearts that have been left behind and I just pray that Your hand would be over all his family to hold them and allow them to know and feel the unconditional love that You have for them. I pray that they would allow You to take their pain and replace it with Your amazing peace. I love You Jesus and I ask for Your continued protection over us all, in Your precious name I pray, amen.

2009-09-21T21:06:00.003+02:00

My Lord, my Redeemer... the faithful "I am"!

In May, a situation arose that rendered it necessary for me to go to the UK to be with my boys. They needed me to be close to go through some rough waters with them, and my older son, made it possible for the visit to happen.

When they arrived in the UK in 2002, they walked, as young boys, into a world unfamiliar to what they were used to, without any Godly influence to guide them in the ways they should go, away from the evils that were lurking and anxious to draw them into those deep dark unknown places. Because of this, they spent many years enduring pains and situations that they did not deserve. They were forced to grow up before their time. It has been a long tough journey and I praise God for the young men they have turned out to be, because, with all they have suffered, they are still well mannered, considerate, responsible and decent guys. Sadly, their heart strings have been messed with so loving is not something they do so easy for fear of being torn apart...That's a little history of where they have been and what they have been through.

So, the bottom line is, they have not had any live in or around Christian influences and so drew away from the God that has never left them. Both boys gave their lives of their own free will when they lived in Zimbabwe and so have always had their Creator holding them in the palm of His hands, keeping them safely away from the edges. He has allowed them to run freely in His palm, knowing that one day they would see Him again and return to the place where He needs them to be because He is a faithful and loving God who wants all His children with Him in His Kingdom when Jesus returns.

I believe that God orchestrated my visit for His glory in that He guided me to a specific church that housed a good friend of my older son. I went to the church on my own and my son, on picking me up, met this friend who thereafter invited him to a mens breakfast. He went along and took his brother, my younger son, and his dad with him. This was the start of a beautiful new begining. This all happened after I had been and left again.

Since all this, my younger son, who once suggested that he would like to be a pastor when he grew up, has recommitted his life to His Father and Lord, Jesus Christ, and is loving being in the hub of fellowship with other Christians who love Jesus too. He is moving forward at a rate of knots that only God can control and it is absolutlely wonderful. Without a doubt, God is drawing my older son in and I know that in His time, he will find the joy in the Lord that he so needs.

I am very proud of my boys and my beautiful daughter who loves Jesus and follows His will in her life. I am so very blessed and I thank my Jesus, my Redeemer, my Lord and Creator for His faithfulness in bringing my boys, His children, back to the place that they need to be in Him.

Prayer:
Lord Jesus, thank You for the unconditional love that You have for us and for never letting go of Your own. Your faithfulness is a saving grace and is what I hold onto very tightly because it is in You that I trust and You alone. You are an amazing God and I pray that we would forever rememeber this in everything we do say and think and I pray that we would forever rightfully glorify Your name and never forget that You are in control...total control.Thank You for the life I enjoy in You and for the blessings of my husband and children whom I love so dearly I love You Jesus and I pray all this in Your precious name, amen.

2009-01-26T15:47:00.002+02:00

DESIRES OF THE HEART!

From as far back as I can remember, I have enjoyed the sounds that guitars produce, be them bass, electric, aucostic, bango and so on. Hence my hooked on guitar CD's. Howewver, it never dawned on me that I could possibly play so it never happened that I attempted to learn.

And, I have always loved music, from childhood up till now. I sing at any given opportunity, be it a singalong with songs on the radio, or in melody with a song on CD, or in melody with the leader of our worship team and so on, I just love to sing.

Then, writing is a gift I've accepted, acknowledged and love. I write Christian inspirational for my Redeemer Jesus Christ. One of my loves of writing is poetry and songwriting. Although with my songwriting, I am unable to put music to most which is very frustrating. When I have sought help it turns out that people take my words for their own benefit and claim them as theirs, so I have been put off asking for help. My songs are written from deep emotional aspects of my life and it is my desire to sing them myself, not to pass on for others who would not sing with the same depth and understanding I would.

Right, now that all my cards for this story are on the table, I can share what I really want to.

I asked at church if anyone had an old aucostic guitar lying around that I could borrow and try learn to play. Sean said yes and so brought it in for me to use. I was so very excited when I carried it off to my car to take home. My intention was to teach myself over the internet cause I am not able to afford lessons. I happened to mention this to Daan who is a renowned musican at church and he invited me for lessons with him... for free. Whoopee!

So, I am learning the instrument that I love the most and am praying that God will make it possible for me to learn and play.

I am sure this is what God intends for us to do, to pick up on desires that He lays on our hearts so that He can enjoy as we learn. I believe that the way this all happened is from God, that He placed the appropriate people in my path for His benefit because, as the Creator of all, I know that He enjoys music and would love for me to play and sing and continue to write more songs, to glorify His almighty and awesome name. I say this cause all the songs I have are about Him and His presence in my life.

Thank you Lord for the gifts You bestow on us, for the Creator that You are and for Your love of us as we live to glorify Your amazing name. InJesus name I pray, amen.

2009-01-17T21:23:00.003+02:00

NO CHOICE!

Yesterday I made history as I received my first traffic fine, first that I can ever recall that is.

We have been living here in Durban for nearly six years and we drove down here in our two Zimbabwe registered vehicles. They were fully paid for at the time so we figured that it was worth importing them because we would not be able to afford new ones.

We arrived with the good intentions of registering our vehicles as soon as possible, after sorting our residency first that was. Well, that cost a load of money so we had to wait a while to get more money in. So, we put our priority's in order, we'd buy a house and thereafter we would sort our cars out with the monies left over, however, there was none left, we just made the deposit requirement. Okay, so our residency was in the process of being sorted and was paid for, we now had a house which offered a level of security, so the wait was on for the little extra to sort our cars.

Then we started having real bad money problems, to the point a church was helping us with groceries and school fees, so the wait was on again. We had no choice, we were unable to do anything with our cars. The law is that if a vehicle is not licensed, you should not drive it, well, we had no choice, we had to step out of line with the law because if we stopped driving, we would have stopped living. So we basically drove around just praying that we would not get caught. We prayed but did not think about God's hand continuously over our cars, we just took it for granted and did not think to give specific thanks on a regular basis, but still prayed.

This situation prevailed for over five years, I would get the documents in order and be ready to submit them, believing it was all go with the money ready, then wham, we'd hit another financial dilemma. During all this time, we were never stopped by the police, even though we passed through many road blocks, somehow they just never bothered with us, until this last week. I was the only car on the road and they had no body else to stop so I was it. I was asked if the vehicle was licensed and I could of easily lied but I find the truth much easier to tell. The truth earned me a R600.00 fine, which upset me profusely.

Anyway, later on in the day, I found myself giving thanks for this being the first and only time in the past five years, for being protected for so long. I decided to get to the licencing office that afternoon and found out that we have to pay the last two years licence fees, a huge amount of money which we don't have, for which again I gave thanks. We got away with nearly six years which would have been a whole lot more, what a blessing.

So in all my worry and concern, God met me at the end of my upset and allowed me to see the situation for what it was, a blessing. And although we are once again in that horrible place of watching every last cent, I am beyond worrying because I realised that God has looked after us the whole way through, why would he suddenly stop now when the need was more dire.

Thank You Lord Jesus, for being with us, even when we did not acknowledge You were there, for Your constant blessings that have taken us five years to realise. Thank You for this learning curve and for showing me that You are always close, at the time I most needed to see this truth. You are an awesome God and I will love You forever. In Jesus name I pray, amen.

2009-01-12T11:30:00.003+02:00

BACK SEAT!

Galatians 3:26-28 (NKJV)
Sons and Heirs
26 For you are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus. 27 For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ. 28 There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus.

Many believe if they surrender their lives that's it, they have a free ticket into heaven without any further to do. Well, sorry to be a bubble burster, but that is not exactly true.

You see, giving your life is just one part of a special journey, before baptism, to that awesome place of eternal hope called 'Heaven'. It is part of a process that should bring us closer to a wonderful relationship with Jesus Christ. I say should because when we choose to be baptized, it is because of a desire that God implants into our hearts after we have surrendered our lives to Him and accepted Him as our Redeemer.

I am able to say this because I was guilty of doing the lawful deed that the church required. I only gave my life and believed it was all that was required. I continued to live the way I always did, of the world, however, I suffered conviction like never before, and did not understand why.

You see, you can't give to God and expect to take back, it does not work. He takes what you give Him and holds onto it forever, and as He holds He works. His ways are not like that of man and so every time you step out of line, He lets you know supernaturally. He then guides you the right way. We can choose to accept His way or we can continue on our own.

I, for quite some time, held onto what I thought was right. Consequently, I kept on suffering on my own with no way of relieving the stress. I never read my bible or sought any help from the church because I stopped attending, as there seemed to be better ways to spent my time. My life continued the same, without any of the blissful fruit that God so wanted me to enjoy from Him.

God placed the appropriate people of His choice in my way. In time, conviction drove me closer to God and I started attending church again because of an inner desire to seek what I did not really understand. I started to understand my convictions and where they were coming from. Instead of following the ways of man, I adopted a new way of life, the life that Jesus was so desperately wanting me to lead. It was not long before the fruits of righteousness started tasting so good, to the point where I wanted them more and more.

I grew closer and closer until being baptized in the Holy Spirit did not come as a command from the church, but rather as a deep desire of my heart. I desired to die of old and be born into newness with God. I needed to be faithful to Him and not lawful to man as before.

Now, when I stumble, I love the conviction I suffer because it helps me to refocus on where and what and how I should be, and God's loving arms have become a place I love to rest after a fall.

So, the moral of this story is, don't stop just because you believe the road ends and you do not need to move on, on the contrary, the road does not end at all, it just gets narrower and you need to focus more and keep your eyes on it. It gets narrower as you move closer to God, but as it thins out, so God grows bigger in you as He takes over the controls of your life. He becomes your driver so that you can take a back seat and trust in His lead.

Lord Jesus, thank You for being the driver of my life, and for allowing me to be the passenger I need to be. However, please forgive me for the times when I try to step in and take over again, and as I do, put me back into the backseat where I belong, in Jesus name I pray, amen.

2008-11-23T20:45:00.002+02:00

I LET MY GUARD DOWN!

As the glands in my neck expanded, so the pain crept in, this was the start of my Monday morning. It was not too bad, although swallowing what seemed to be rough germ balls was no fun. My left ear felt like it had a blowtorch that triggered every time a swallow was initiated. Somewhat uncomfortable but livable.

This continued through to Tuesday and by evening I felt that the germs had lost me, their victim, after defeat by the vitamin C that I had absorbed in tablet form. So, I let my guard down and stopped all the defense devices that I had implemented. I then got on the phone and spent a good 30 minutes plus talking and laughing so much, not even thinking about my recent viral enemy.

Wednesday began with the start of a nightmare. The glands in my throat had been attacked during the night, whilst there was no defense force in sight. They were severely swollen leaving less than a narrow passage for food, but more so, for speech and swallowing. Every swallow accommodated huge sand paper coated fireballs. They arrived from nowhere and landed at the back of my tongue causing a need to swallow. As the muscles in the throat adhered to this need, the fire balls rolled down and back up as if on a mission to cause as much pain as possible. The blowtorch in my ear had divided and was now blowing continuous streams of fire from the base of both ears right to the opening. This was a raging battle and one I knew I had to now live out all because I let my guard down. By midday, there was no speech that was able to exit and the fire balls intensified in size and numbers..., it was horrific.

Thursday rolled in after a sleepless pain staking night, and by now the fireballs had improved their design to make their attack as effectively awful as possible. They had moved into the chest cavity and had managed to secure what seemed like bungee ropes onto the base of the chest. Their weaponry had improved too as the sandpaper had been replaced with ferocious killer like spikes. They lined up in huge numbers with a strategy plan that brought tears to my eyes. It was as if they all jumped around together, achieving their desire of creating an itchy scratchy irritation which caused the inevitable..., a cough. This allowed air to leave my lungs creating a vortex that flung them up and through the vocal passage and into and out the throat area. Just as they reached the mouth opening, the bungee cord forced them to retract and forcibly retreat back down the vocal passage. During their flight, both ways, the spikes ripped into the surrounding swollen gland tissue, savagely throwing raging burning flames, as fireballs do.

I tried not to cough or swallow but was losing terribly. The vitamin C was being pumped back into my system but the army of these vitamins had a lot of work to do to achieve the fighting force needed to swamp and drown the disease riddled germ spiked fireballs.

Then came Friday with the ensuing battle still raging inside of me. This battle was exhausting and sleep a difficult task. The vicious fireballs continued their attack whilst the vitamin C was building an internal firewall that would hopefully resort them to nothingness. Most importantly though, would be the answer to the prayers for my healing.

Saturday dawned and the nasty fireballs had lost so much power that speech, swallowing, yawning and eating had become somewhat easier. Their army was dwindling, they were being defeated and their immense power was diminishing. By Saturday evening, the only thing left was brusied open wounded tissues and a sore throat. Nothing in comparrison to the nightmare those viral spiky fireball germs had caused.

It seemed evident to me that I let my guard down, but Idid not, it was my loving awesome Father God who was blessing me with special time that He needed me to focus on Him. During those days that I was resorted to no speech and my bed, I was spirtually blessed with desires to write as God needs me to write. Having experienced a recent dry spell with writing and feeling that maybe God had given up on me as a chosen writer for Him, He allowed me to be in a rest induced place where I could not talk, but rather be still and rest in Him. I spend 2 1/2 days in bed, and during that time, I did not focus too much on the uncomfortable pain, but more on the desired inspirations to write and write, which I did for the glory of Jesus Christ. I believe He allowed this dilema because He needed me to be still and know that above all, He is God and He still requires me to write to glorify His name. I wrote more during this time than I have written in the last 3 months, for which I praise and thank my wonderful Heavenly Father God. I have no regrets of the fireball nightmare, only endless praises to God, for allowing me the wonderful time I enjoyed with Him.

So, when you think you are losing, know that in Christ you will never lose, for as long as you allow Him to work His will in You, you can comfortably rest in Him. In Him is the place that He wants you and me to be, no matter what battle may be raging in or around you.

Psalm 46:10

Be still and know that I am God! I am exalted among the nations, I am exalted in the earth.

2008-11-18T14:03:00.008+02:00

HE WILL BE.... FOREVER !

On the 23 October, I wrote about a crash without the smash. After that, I proceeded to prepare for the callings of all those family and self things we do before we lay our heads down to rest at night. I went inside, ran a bath, was milling around when the phone rang.

Mike, my husband, (out of character) jumped up before any of us could to answer it, presumably as I thought because he was expecting a call. But it was not for him, it was for me. My older son Dustyn, who lives in the UK, was on the other end.

I always enjoy hearing from my boys, especially that we live so far apart with as much as 5 years between our last time together. So I walked over to speak to him. He had been dealing with some issues over there and it seemed as we spoke that he was encountering some more of the same.

He started by saying, "Hi mom..., mom, we have a problem in that we have no where to stay again for the next 3 1/2 weeks."

I answered, "oh no my darling, what now?" He continued, "well if you come and open the gate, I'll tell you all about it." Then he hooted and I heard the hooter over the telephone line.... and outside too. Insanity took over and I put the phone down and started wrecklessly screaming "Dustyn is here, he's at the gate." Cherise, Dustyn's younger sister, just stood staring, total disbelief in her face, "is this true', her eyes were asking with dead pan expression?

Mike was totally flustered and irritated by my behaviour, and threatened to beat the scream out of me and insisted that he was not opening the gate until I shut up, but I couldn't, this was too much for my mind to fathom. Goodness, I had not seen my son for 5 years plus. How could any mother be expected to behave in a sane manner. Cherise too, how could she behave like a good child, this was her brother at the gate, come on, get real!

The screaming eventually subsided and the door was opened so that we could open the gate for Dustyn. When I saw him, I ran and jumped on him and held on, just in case this was an illusion, I was not going to allow it to get away from me..., no way. He held onto me but could only laugh at how I was behaving. The last time I saw him he was a young lad of 18, now he was a man of 23..., wow. However, in saying this, I still saw the boy that I remembered.

He had decided to surprise me but Mike knew all about his intentions and of course planned it with him. What an awesome thing to do, what a wonderful way to cause happiness in my life. He stayed 3 1/2 weeks, had a wonderful time, and is now back home in the UK.

My younger son Cheyne, whom I also only saw about 5 years ago at the age of 16, is expected to be here early next year for a visit too, he is 21 going on for 22. Obviously I can't wait and maybe, just maybe he'll like it that much that he will consider moving back to this part of the world so that we can be together again.

Living apart has been very painful, the void in my heart growing over time into a huge wound infected cavity, with exposure of the 'apart' truth a painful daily reality. Sure, technology makes it so we can talk as much as we want and with webcams we can even watch live videos of each other, but it does not take away the pain of not being able to share the one on one quality time, the physical touch, to see their gorgeous faces in front of me, it's just not the same.

But with God, I don't feel that pain, I don't feel lonely, I don't wonder when I'm going to see Him again or if He will be online for me to talk to, I don't feel empty and don't sit and long for just a while together again. And that's because where ever I am, God is. He hears when I call and is able to fill any voids that may be exposed. He is able to satisfy any need I may have to spend some unexpected time with Him because He is forever available and waits on me to call Him when I feel needy. He is the essense of my fullness and with Him in my space, and me in His pasture, I feel no need for anything but more of Him.

So, it don't matter where I am, I will never be alone without God in close..., very close proximity. He knows my pain and is the only one that knows how to fill my deep inner needs when I am missing my boys or when I just feel down and in need of some REAL love.

The moral of this story is even though you may be away from your loved ones, God, the one who loves you more than any other, your Father eternal and amazing creator, is forever with you as He guides you to become His sheep in His awesome pasture. Go on..., call on Him and He will prove what I am saying as true.

Psalm 95:7
For he is our God, and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.

2008-10-23T15:59:00.008+02:00

'BUMP... WITHOUT CRUNCH'

I have oh such an amazing story to share once again!

This one is about praying to Jesus, whom I trust in answering prayers that seek His divine intervention. Of how God honours His children and is always faithfully 'Immanuel', "God with us".

A couple of weeks ago, I was praying as usual for protection over my family, and on that day, without thinking anything of it, I prayed specifically for protection over our vehicles.

I don't normally pray for our cars as I am not in the habit of expecting our cars to suffer, heartache, pain, fatigue, or anything that us humans do.

Anyway, my day went on as usual, I went to work, achieved lots, stayed safe, and felt relaxed. Why wouldn't I, after my usual daily prayers of asking God to keep us all safe in the comfortable protection of Jesus' arms.

Arrangements for that day changed with regards the pick up of my daughter, for reasons that I can't recall. We needed to go shopping and I had to park in a parking spot I don't normally park in, because the parking lot was extremely busy. Whilst in the shops, we bumped into my bosses wife, whom my daughter had not yet met. Introductions were made, a little chit chat ensued, goodbyes expressed, and then we commenced in opposite directions with our shopping.

We checked out our shopping, paid the bill, and then walked out and over to the parking lot to my car. Whilst crossing the road, my bosses wife was driving out, she stopped her car for us to pass and I made a comment that we should stop bumping into each other like this. Her reply was, "it's a good thing we are not 'literally' bumping into each other". We laughed and continued once again on our different ways.

It was unusual for me to park my car forward into the bay. I normally reverse, especially after taking a course on defensive driving techniques against possible hijackers. I also find driving forward out of a parking more comfortable in the way of 360 vision.

On my drivers side, there was a huge double cab parked in reverse and the driver was sitting way above me, also waiting on traffic. It was a one way which made getting out the bay that much easier as cars only came from the right or behind.

I put my car into reverse, checked if it was clear and noticed that the car behind me was also reversing, so I went back into drive and moved forward. He did the same. I waited a while and it seemed he was waiting for me so I shifted gears to reverse. I started moving back but noticed that he was again doing the same. I quickly switched back to drive and was moving forward when suddenly I was hit from the left. It was a hard bump with the sound of crunching metal very obvious. My daughter and I felt the jolt and both had instantly huge white areas surrounding the iris of our eyes.

My head fell into my steering wheel, I desperately tried to hold back tears as I immediately thought about the insurance cover I did not have, about my car being unlicensed due to the foreign registration still pending, about the lack of monetary resources to even think about repairing my car.

Then I heard the guy in the double cab next to me shout out, "that man was not even looking, he just reversed straight back into you". Then another guy came running from across the parking lot and still another two different people, all claiming they saw what happened and that he was without doubt in the wrong. Of course the man who bumped me was in total denial, claiming it was all my fault.

I reluctantly got out my vehicle and started to move around to the passenger side to where the damage had been inflicted. The first image I saw was his car, this made me grimace and feel sick inside my stomach. His car was crunched quite badly, an indication of what I was not looking forward to with the inevitable damage on mine.

I walked slowly around, wishing someone would wake me from this nightmare, I walked and looked and kept walking and looking, dreading what my eyes were about to reveal. As I peered around, I could not believe what I was seeing, no damage at all, no crunched metal, nothing except a mark only just visible to the naked eye.

Unbelievable, a huge 'bump... without crunch'!

Now I really wanted to cry but this time for joy. I immediately praised God, thanking him profusely for Immanuel, 'God with us'.

I learnt from this experience that God sometimes gives us reason to pray specifically, just so He can show off His amazing love of us. He needs us to keep the faith and trust in what we ask, for He will honour and bless us for as long as we seek and live by His will.

Isaiah 8:8-15 (NKJV)
He will pass through Judah,
He will overflow and pass over,
He will reach up to the neck;
And the stretching out of his wings
Will fill the breadth of Your land,
O Immanuel

2008-09-25T19:30:00.002+02:00

UNREHEARSED 'SOLO' MELODY!

Singing out loud has forever been a passion of mine. As a child I would learn the words, with ease, to all radio and television advertisements and songs, and sing along in melody with the artist. My siblings would complain and ask my mother to please put a plug in me, which she did in the way of LOUD 'shush' words. I realise it must have been annoying for them, but it was something I could not help, and still can't to this day. I just love to sing and if I hear it, and know it, I will sing without even realising.

I am truly blessed to be on the worship team at church, not because I think I can sing, but because of my passion. The enjoyment I get is when members of the congregation approach me and insist that they can see how much I love to worship. This makes me feel so good, just knowing that my love of singing is so obvious, especially as its songs that worship our Lord Jesus. This causes me to feel extreme humble joy and reminds me to give thanks to God, for it is only by His grace that I am on the worship team, with a willing voice, singing for Him.

I sing sometimes twice a month and we practice on Saturday mornings and then early Sunday before church, and wow do we have awesome fun, I just love it. We sing for the two morning services, and then a different team prepares for the evening one.

Anyway, I answer to the leader who tells me when, how and all that stuff. Because I sing melody, I follow them as best I can and learn to do this during practice. Sometimes I record the practice and then perfect it as best I can at home. However, there have been times that the leader will change the course, during the service, when I don't expect it, and I try follow as best I can without looking lost.

Then, what happens to most singers alike, in choirs and teams like ours, is what I experienced first hand...,we make unintentional unrehearsed solo mistakes. There we were, in the third song of the morning and the pianist started with the wonderful intro, and I as usual watched the mouth of the leader to see when to come in. This time though, I think I must have imagined his mouth moving because mine started, with sound, without him. As I started, so the congregation joined in with me. As I witnessed his silence and still mouth, so I went silent too, leaving the congregation hanging in a place of not knowing what was next. I felt the blood rushing to my face and was told afterwards that my blushing was very deep and obvious.

We had such a laugh as a team and the leader suggested afterwards, with a playful smirk of course, that my solo was nice.

What I learned from this experience, is that as much as we try and rehearse our lives according to how we believe God needs us to live, there will be times when we go solo without intending to do so. And I pray you will know, just as my worship leader expressed joy at my error, that God does too, for as long as we realise our mistake, stop in our tracks, and return to fall in melody behind Him again. It is through our mistakes that we learn to lean on Him more. After all, He is our solo Leader and Creator of everything, and the only melodious and wonderful way we should ever follow.

Ephesians 5:19 (NRSV)
as you sing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs among yourselves, singing and making melody to the Lord in your hearts.

2008-08-07T10:09:00.009+02:00

Sharing my boy stories!

This is a short video clip of my late darling Manx cat Kiara. As the clip clearly reveals, this boy was a joyful, funloving, cuddly, adorable and affectionate creation of our Mighty Lord. A little creation that offered unconditional love and a means of making life that much more desireable to share, for a wonderful period of just over 3 years.

In a previous post, I shared the tragic death of my other loveable Manx cat, Narla, who was attacked by dogs next door, dying two days later on the 20 June 2003. His death sent me into deep mourning for nearly a year. I figured later that because Narla was such a major distraction in my life, a distraction that kept me from my needful focus on God and then my family, I needed to reacess my priorities, put them in order and start living the life I needed to, firstly for Jesus and then my family. I did just that and I grew spiritually which helped me get over my mourning.

I still have one surviving Manx, Simba. This cat, unlike the other two, has a mind of his own and dictates when he is ready for any form of affection, rules by which we have learned to live. I had decided that the death of Narla was just too much and asked that my family kindly refrain from any attempts to replace him to which they agreed and stuck to this plea. Until October 2oo4, when Kiara revealed his cute self through a friend of my husband. He was conned into my hands and once I saw him, there was no turning back, I was sold.

Then on the 4 May 2008, the dog on the opposite boundary attacked Kiara, who then died from his injuries two days later, on the 6 May. I was once again torn apart with grief, but this time I gave my pain to God who took it and relieved me of the intensity that I had felt with Narla. By already having Jesus Christ as the number one priority in my life, understanding and dealing with my pain was a lot easier with His arms lovingly surrounding me.

Grief is a natural emotion which should be expressed to release the tension and pain deep within. However, when you ask God to help you cope, He eagerly steps in and endures the brunt of it, allowing you the space to cry within the safe, warm and welcome comfort of His arms. So, even though the pain is still there, God is in front of it, blocking out the deathly devastation that evil forces still desire to inflict on me. As I make Jesus my number 1, He makes protecting me His priority in my times of need, together with every other time too.

Zephaniah 3:17 (NRSV) The Lord, your God, is in your midst, a warrior who gives victory; he will rejoice over you with gladness, he will renew you in his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.

2008-08-06T12:10:00.004+02:00

Dry Period!

Let me explain that..., I have basically had soooo much happening which left me with a busy, unsettled and confused mind, rendering me at a loss to keep journals. Actually, should never have stopped in the first place, I know. But now I've had plenty time to re-adjust, and will endeavour to share as much as possible since my 'Dry Period' absence.

Where to start?

Okay, let me share one of the the most exciting events. In 2007, my husband attended the Mighty Men's Conference led by Angus Buchan. From that encounter he went from arrogantly lost to humbly found. The Holy Spirit moved into the empty space in his heart and has since then, transformed his life to one where he is a lover and believer of Jesus Christ. He loves life like never before because God has caused him to feel and enjoy unconditional love like he did not know.

He delves into, has faith in, believes in and follows the word of the Lamb. He is experiencing so much in faith and feels the works of God in his life.I am not in any way stating that my husband has suddenly become perfect, because he is still only human and as prone as we all are to sin. But now he suffers conviction of wrongs which is moulding him to the ways of His Heavenly Father.God has blessed me with the Christian man I prayed so long for, and I praise Him and glorify His precious name.

So, although I may experience dry periods in writing, my Lord Jesus Christ is ensuring that the Godly river flowing through my husband keeps me in the place every wife of a God driven husband needs to be, submissively honourable. (okay so I'm still a beginner but truly loving this new way of life that is clearly being controlled by God).

Lord Jesus, thank You for blessing me with the husband You so needed me to have in You. Thank You for answered prayers which have humbled him to be Your faithful servant. I pray that we would both continue to grow in You, in the rightful roles You have designed for us to live. I pray too for all marriages that are not yet fitting Your perfect design, that You would direct them within Your will, in Jesus name I pray amen.

1 Peter 5:5 (NRSV)
In the same way, you who are younger must accept the authority of the elders. And all of you must clothe yourselves with humility in your dealings with one another, for, "God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble."

2008-01-22T12:40:00.001+02:00

Had It!
Before I signed in today, I had it, an awesome story to share, but because I left it, it's gone, leaving me with a supposed empty mind.

However, in saying that, I have prayed for God to give me something.......nothing yet so I will just wait..., excuse me whilst I wait on Him......................!

..................It's been about two minutes, although you will not feel the time I spent listening to my Heavenly Father. What came to mind is about a friend I have acquired through an online Ezine that we both write for, namely, 4Him2U. She is a wonderful lady, and as I have read between the lines in her emails and our online bible studies, I have noticed a bubbly expression. So, I perceive that her and I come from a similar creative streak within God's design of man in His image.

All the contributing writers are awesome ladies, all with wonderful different designs. However, He gave my new friend and I both curly hair, and after an email discussion, I was inspired to write this poem for us and all those blessed with whatever hair God designed.

PURELY CURLY!
For every single hair on our head
God’s finger on every one did tread
He gave some just a straight line
And others lots of curl like mine
Then with some He created a wave
All these in many colours He gave
To those blessed with it all straight
I wonder what character they dictate
And those He gave a simple wave
Don’t know what manner they behave
But one thing I know about my curls
Is that every one twists and twirls
With every curl hosting a bubble of joy
Of playful mischief and a happy ploy
So I thank God for my curly story
And to Him give all praise and glory!

Luke 12:7 (NKJV)
“But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.”

The message here is no matter who you are and what design God blessed you with, He loves you so much and values you as His own special creation. So, if you feel sometimes that you don't like the hair on your head, or the freckles on you nose, or your flat feet, or your long fingers, or your round face, or whatever it may be, just remember, you were specially crafted by the one who adores you more than you will ever imagine, so much so that He even died a gruesome death, just to save you from Hell. His name,....Jesus Christ.

Oh Lord, our wonderful Jesus Christ, thank you for how we are made in Your imagine, perfect in Your eyes. Not how man perceives, but rather as You perceive. Let us forever acknowledge that it is not about us and our critical views, or other man's critics, but rather about You and the hope we have in Your love, acceptance and eternal gift. In Jesus name we pray, amen.

2008-01-06T20:31:00.000+02:00

Passwords!
Compliments of this wonderful New Year to all you, my readers, and may the choice love of Jesus Christ not be your New Years resolution, but rather a deep desire within the deepest part of your being.

I was trying to log into this account and had to reset my password. The reason being is that I have many sites and many passwords and often fail to remember who what or why! Anyway, I learnt some time ago to write them all down so that if I do forget, I can check back on my list. Obviously this form of recollection worked because here I am telling you about it. However, it took time and wasted valuable time that I could have been writing.

Imagine if God had the same brain as us and had to write our names down because of constant memory loss. This world would be in total chaos because He would be so busy checking up on who prayed what or who did whatever or who is that, and so on. He would not have time to answer the prayers that He so faithfully does, and He would not have time to comfort us in times of dire need, and He would not have time to even listen to our desperate pleas, disasters would inevitably prevail!

So when I was hunting for my password, I felt a need to share some amazing facts about our Lord Jesus Christ and His mightiness:

We will never be what He is!
We will never know what He knows!
We will never see what He sees!
We will never understand life as He does!
We will never be perfect like Him!
We will never have the amazing powers He has!
We will never be flawless like Him!
We will never love like He loves!
And we will never have His brain or His memory!

The list of His mightiness is endless, and I praise Him that He knows us each by name as well as the hairs on our heads. His love is so immense and intense for us His children. The point I am trying to reach is that I am so very grateful that I am more than a password to Jesus Christ, I am His child and He knows my name, just like you are His child and He knows your name too, and He will never forget them and will never have to look them up.

John 10:3 "To him the doorkeeper opens, and the sheep hear his voice; and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out." Matthew 10:30 "But the very hairs of your head are all numbered." (NKJV)

Lord Father, thank you that we are not passwords to forget. Thank you that You know us by name and that whenever we call on You, You are faithfully there without delay.We love You Lord, more than anything ever, in Jesus name we pray, amen.

2007-11-01T12:02:00.000+02:00

I Am in Him!
This is a picture of a group of people that I am having the pleasure of paticipating in an Alpha course with.

We have just enjoyed the 'weekend away' part of the course, and what an awesome time we had. What wonderful people, and what a great reason to be together, to learn about who, what and why God is.

The one thing I am learning, especially after our weekend away, is how to feel free in the character God made me, in Him. There are times in my life when I have felt embarrassed of my outgoing, sometimes wild personality, which has reduced me to behave like the mouse I am not. When this happens, I feel wrongfully dubbed, and can easily come across as a miserable piece of boring person. All because I see 'The Look' or even hear 'The Look', which I believe often causes my low self esteem.

However, it would seem that God is placing me in situations and with people who give me the ease to feel free about who I am in Him, like our awesome Alpha group. I believe God needs us to behave as He made us because how else can He enjoy what He created. I feel this is a problem with society on a whole because so many, like me, feel the need to impress man as opposed to the God who created us. We are not here for mans enjoyment, but rather for the enjoyment of our Lord Jesus Christ.

I love bright happy colours, I love my family, I love people, I love expressing joyful expressions both physical and verbal, I love all nature, the animals, flowers, sunshine, raindrops, and most of all, I love my Lord Jesus Christ. I enjoy sharing the continuous happy bubbles that patiently float inside my spirit before they exit and burst and spread their full glorious joyful, and often loud contents. I feel I have a playful but harmless mischevious spirit from God, which some label as childish, but I claim as funloving.

The point I'm trying to make is that God wants us to be in Him what He desires, He wants us to express who we are in Him. He made some quite which is great, some loud which is also great, some come across as boring, but they too are great to Him. So whatever you may be, don't worry about the opinion of man, rather be who you feel you need to be in Jesus, and give Him all the glory for making you perfectly for His own desires. You are perfect in God, just as I am in Him too.

SAME!
Just imagine if we were all the same
If we all answered to a common name
What kind of world would this be
If I looked at you and saw me
How would we look and talk
If we all had the same kind of walk
Just think it would drive us mad
If one were we would all be sad
So lets be thankful we’re not the same
Cause if we were it would be such a shame

....

Lord, we thank you that You made us all different, for Your specific purpose. Those You made serious for maybe logical behaviour, and those whom you made playful to brighten dull days. Lord, whoever we are and whatever our character, we pray that we would forever strive to be what and who we are in You. In Jesus name we pray, amen.

2007-07-10T16:02:00.000+02:00

Their loss..., not mine!

I write a weekly devotional and send it to all friends, and others in my email address book. On initiation of these, I suggested that anyone not desiring to receive this literature should reply with a 'no thanks'. One person did, my pastor from home. Nobody else did so I presumed that everyone else would be happy to receive a little inspiration from God each week.

Then as time has moved on, every now and then I get a hint from one of my friends that they are nice but!!!

I start getting agitated excuses like, "I know God but don't have to go to church to prove it", and, "God knows me and knows that I am a good person", and, "my mother is a Christian and I find her so annoying", and, "thanks but have not had time to read because I am so busy", and, the latest was, "please stop sending your 'church' mail because it clogs up my inbox".

The reality is, I don't need to hear any excuses because I am in no way offended if one does not want to receive my devotionals. Also I am not God and not open to judge. It is no loss to me if they reject messages given to me from God. I am only employed by God and am quite happy with my payroll. The person however who might be upset, is God Himself, because He loves the good news about Him being shared.

So, today as I sent out my weekly devotional, I gave an option again to unsubscribe. It will be interesting to see how many unsubscribe, and if some do then it will be more work for me as all who do will give me more prayer issues. Just means that I have to spend more time in prayer, praise God for that.

I kinda feel sorry for people who know God but don't spend time with Him. And I feel absolute remorse for those that have no interest in knowing Him, what a loss in their lives and how miserable and dark they must feel inside. Oh how we need to pray for them so that they may see God's awesome light instead of their dismal dark!

Lets pray,
Father God, I pray for those in this world that choose not to acknowledge you or spend time with You. Lord, I pray that You would fertilise the soil in their hearts and prepare for Your seed that needs to be planted there. For those receiving my devotional, Lord Jesus I pray that they would receive nothing but Your truths and love as they read them. I pray that the Holy Spirit would penetrate their hearts and keep the soil fertile as the seed grows into everlasting love and commitment for You. In Jesus name we pray, amen.

2007-03-29T22:11:00.000+02:00

So Much!

Wow, long time no visit. Great to be back blogging.

So much has happened. Sadly, my cocker spaniel had to be put down. She had gone completely deaf, was partially blind, incontinent and the deciding factor was when her back legs collapsed.

When I look back I feel kinda selfish, where was her quality of life in the last days. However, in saying that, the worse she got the closer her and I grew. I just wanted to sit with her all the time to let her know how much I loved her, so much. Anyway, she must now be in heaven with all the rest of my pet family.

I reckon God must behave in more or less the same way when He sees us down. I would imagine He sits closer and holds on tighter just to let us know how much He loves us.

So, when you're feeling at the end of your tither, just know that God is closer to you at times like that because He needs you to feel safe in Him.

He loves us So Much.

2007-02-23T22:17:00.000+02:00

Road rage!

Once again I was in the line of aggravated hooting this morning.

When I sit in bumper to bumper traffic, I normally keep about two car spaces behind the car in front and I make sure to keep all intersections clear for turning or verging traffic. I consider myself a courteous driver.

This morning was no exception to drivers who have no concern on the roads for anyone but themselves. Drivers who believe that the roads were made for them only and that anyone else using them are total destruction's who should be made aware of their intrusion.

It was a little red truck with a woman driver, actually a pool company vehicle with all the details splashed over the back and sides. Anyway, she became very frustrated with the spacing I keep and with the vehicles I was allowing through. We came to a straight and she decided to accelerate. With her truck revving, very highly, she started to pass me. I took this as exciting and I raced alongside her and then let her through.

I could just about see the smoke coming out her ears and she was swearing at me very badly with her fingers. This caused me to laugh and I started waving and blowing kisses to her. Wow, this made her more angry which I found even more amusing. We arrived at an intersection where I was turning and on passing her I hooted and waved, she again used hand signals to express how she was feeling. Her face was wrinkled and distorted as she frowned upon my attitude.

This seems to be a regular event in early morning rush and I find myself amused with the ability to smile but more importantly, I feel that prayers to convict them and deliver them out of their bondage of anger more appropriate.

They need prayers and blessings because drivers with such tempers have been known to take matters into their own hands and some may get hurt.

I know laughing is probably wrong as it triggers more anger but it is something I often can't help and I put it down to a nervous reaction. However, in saying that its wrong, I am so very happy that I am able to use the emotion that helps me to enjoy my day in a healthier and less stressed manner, unlike those drivers that for no reasonable reason, get so agitated with me. They should actually laugh with me, it would certainly help them and cause them a lot less stress.

A message to all of them from me, "chill out and rather use your wasted angry energy on much needed prayers for yourselves , your families, nations of the world and more so for other drivers that suffer with the same road rage that you do."

I pray for all road rage sufferers, that God would help you to settle down in traffic and use the time spent in bumper to bumper situations as special prayer and meditation time for Him. I pray that God would loose on you bags and bags of smiles that will cover your faces and invade your hearts. I pray for your health and happiness. Please forgive me for making a joke of your anger and I pray that God would help me to rather just smile and wave my hand in acknowledgement and allow you to take over what you believe is yours. I pray that God would help me then to pray for you as you drive ahead of me. In Jesus name I pray, amen.

2007-02-13T20:29:00.000+02:00

Time!

Time is moving so fast with weeks seeming like they have very short days. Months are flying by too with each month feeling like they have been cut short.

Its already Valentines tomorrow and we just got over Christmas, wow.

Anyway,as long as we ensure to keep our time for Jesus, the rest of the time is not a problem. After speaking to God and asking Him to guide our day, we should just move with Him and trust in Him that our time will be significantly sorted, His way.

May God bless your time as He controls your every step, every breath and every minute of your day.

2007-02-11T19:51:00.000+02:00

Stop it!

How often do you find yourself saying that, 'stop it?

When someone is doing something that really irritates you, you ask them to stop it, sometimes they will but on other occasions they will not. It becomes so irritating that you may even walk away or even raise you voice at them.

Then in reverse, you may be doing something that really irritates someone and they ask you to stop, do you, or do you ignore their pleas and carry on?

How often do you pray the same prayers, asking God the same old same old, as if He forgot about you asking already. Do you think He gets irritated and asks you to stop?

I don't think so because otherwise He would walk away from us and we would definitely feel the effects of that. He would never tell us to stop asking if we ask within His will and He understands that sometimes we have issues that we so badly need sorted, that we can't help but to keep asking for His help. He loves us and does not get irritated when we pray and ask within His will.

So the next time you ask someone to 'stop it' when they are in need, do as Jesus would and reassure them that you heard and will try to help, instead of walking away or raising your voice.

However, if there is someone poking you in the side, not stopping when you ask them to 'stop it', and irritating you beyond irritations, its OK to raise your voice a bit as you tell them to, 'stop it', and to walk away is exactly what I would do.

2007-02-10T16:19:00.000+02:00

God Knows!

There are so many Christians who walk this earth with their own perceptions and beliefs of how we should act and behave as followers of Jesus Christ.

Some believe that marriage is an absolute no no which is wonderful for them because there are many sinful ways that they will naturally avoid. This helps their minds to be clearer and more focused on God.

Some believe that its about the clothes you wear that makes you a true follower.

Some believe going to church 2 or more times on a Sunday, attending every church meeting during the week, going to more than one bible study group a week and so on, that they are doing it right.

Some believe that reading their bible every day without fail will be their ticket into heaven.

Oh, and the list could go on forever, because there are so many different perceptions.

Sure enough, I agree that our dress code should be appropriate but not ridiculous, and that going to church is very important for growth and fellowship. I think a bible group is awesome and that reading God's word is imperative.

However, I truly believe that it is most importantly, above everything, about the state of our heart, about the love we have for Jesus Christ, about our admiration and joy of His presence in our lives. I believe that when we accept Him as our first and foremost in everything, that everything else just falls into perspective. When you love Jesus and read and understand His laws, its easy to fall in line with His expectations of our lives.

So, if others try to smother you with their beliefs and their ways, ask God to intervene and reveal the truths to you because.........., God knows!

2007-02-05T21:12:00.000+02:00

Adequacy!

What a wonderful feeling when we achieve a goal, when we reach the end of a project, when we grasp the concept of a learning curve, etc!

It's a feeling of adequacy and fulfillment. Its a feeling that you will definitely strive to feel again and again because of the sheer pleasure it derives.

Now in saying all that, I would imagine that its the same feeling God has when we reach out and accept Him as our Father and Lord. He must feel joyful adequacy too as He brings more and more of us into His wonderful hope of eternal life.

So, as you feel the enjoyment of adequacy, also strive to give your creator, God our Father, the same experience by giving yourself to Him in totality. He too will then enjoy the awesome sensation of adequacy.

Lets pray: Lord Jesus, thank you for opening your arms to receive us, as we stretch out and allow you the rightful feeling of adequacy, as we surrender ourselves to you. In Jesus name we pray, amen.

2007-02-04T19:51:00.000+02:00

Vipers & Venom!

We are living is such a viper invested venomous world and I'm not talking about reptiles either.

Just sit back sometime, in a place where you can shut down and give a listening ear. Five times out of ten, you will hear how people are hurting because of others selfish, cruel, vindictive and careless behaviour.

Sometimes it can actually feel like you're sitting in a nest full of venomous vipers with the victims all around you.

Even in our own families, there is sometimes such unnecessary disputes, upsets, and feuds which only end in bitterness and sometimes even hatred. So much so that families disperse away from each other with no more contact whilst here on earth, how very sad.

However, after you have listened to all that, find a quiet place, bow you head, hands together and ask God to touch you, to hold you, to fill your mind with His love. Ask Him to be with you and to cover you with the blood of Jesus and He will reveal to you the reality of REAL unconditional, untainted pure love.

So, although there may be venomous vipers lurking all around, just know that Jesus is bigger and stronger than any ugly evil force that tries to interfere with our lives. And if your family on earth abandons you, don't worry because your Heavenly Father will never abandon you for as long as you live according to His will which is all about love, kindness, honesty and tranquility.

2007-02-01T19:38:00.000+02:00

Butterflies!

Have you ever felt butterflies after doing something new.

Like say for example you're an artist who does portraits, and have done many upon request without any inhibitions. You feel confident in doing that because its what you're used to. However, you do it for basically nothing and for people you know, like a hobby almost.

Then you decide that you want to further yourself with this awesome gift that God has given you and make a career out of it. So you arrange for a public viewing and you send invitations to acquaintances and some you know. You do that with a note attached saying " no obligation but please let me know if you are not interested".

All of a sudden you feel butterflies because this is new to you and maybe there will be many that say, "not interested". Its a horrible feeling.

Well, I did just that today. I sent out my first weekly devotional to many in my address book with a note saying, "if you are not interested then please just send a 'no thanks' because there is no obligation". Wow, the butterflies have been there all day because suddenly I feel that I am doing something that is actually not good enough to share.

But you know what, I have overcome that feeling because God reminded me that it is not a 'self' thing that I am involved in. It is a gift from Him and He is my author so what are the butterflies for? He would never allow me to send out work and embarrass myself. I trust in His comfort and will not be bothered if 90% of my recipients say "no thanks', because its their loss, not mine. Its inspirational words from God which He has given me the honor to share.

So, the way I look at it now is, the butterflies don't belong to me, they belong to anyone that will deny themselves a little spiritual uplifting and a weekly bible reading. I did not write the bible and its not about me either, its about God, His Son and Holy Spirit. Anyone who does not feel the need to delve into His word is missing out on their hope in Him!

2007-01-30T22:00:00.000+02:00

Thanks Lord!

All I want to say tonight is thank you Lord Jesus, for answered prayer,
for showing how much you actually care!

I love you Lord and will forever follow your will for my life to the best of my ability. I will do this because I love your blessings and I just love the way in which you acknowledge and answer prayer, You are such an awesome God so great, I will always and forever praise you.

2007-01-28T20:49:00.000+02:00

Focal Point!

I sometimes watch the Home Channel where they show renovators, designers, makeover artists, builders, DIY projects, gardening and much more.

Today I watched a slot which was all about interior design. The host talked about 'focal' points in homes, features that enhance the room in question, features that bring the room to life. She stated that without these, rooms are bare and dead. Her emphasis on 'focal' was very strong, as she instructed home owners, to take heed of this very important issue in interior decorating.

For example, she pointed out a living room with a fireplace and stated that in most homes, the fireplace becomes the 'focal' point, and this is the part that is focused on more than any other. She stressed how dressing this area would cause anyone entering to focus immediately on the fireplace and the decor surrounding it. The rest of the room would be a secondary feature.

Now my feelings are on the same theme, but I want to focus on life rather than home decor. Do you ever consider who the 'focal' point in your life is, or who it should be?

Of course, you answer should be Jesus Christ. He should be the focal point in your life, the centre attraction to whomever looks into your character. You should shine with the light of Jesus beaming out of you. You should make sure that the decor of your heart is signed by the creator and decorator of your life, our Lord Jesus Christ. Make Him the focal point of your life, you will never want or need to redecorate ever again.

2007-01-27T18:11:00.000+02:00

Frayed or Not?

How has life treated you, have you been used and abused, to the point of being thread bare and frayed?

Or have you been looked after like a priceless piece of art, covered from dust and grime, handled with the utmost care, admired and loved with no fraying edges?

Whichever category you might fit into, God still needs to be the centre of your life. He can hold your frayed edges and offer you comfort in Him, with the promise of no more damage. Or he can even take you as the well looked after piece you are, and hold you in the highest esteem and love and admire you more than ever.

Just know that without Him, you will either fray away to nothing or be left covered and forgotten forever. Give yourself to Him, regardless of how you have been treated in life.

He is your creator and knows how to look after you better than any ever has, trust in Him!

2007-01-26T19:12:00.000+02:00

Different Roads!

I have not been a Christian all my life and because I lived of the world, I had no problem understanding ways of the world. I just used to fit in with my social crowd with ease.

We were all smokers, used to have a couple of drinks on weekends, if there were problems within relationships divorce was a high topic of interest, we never considered going to church, prayers were a task undertaken only in a crisis and were obviously very self centered, we used to tell what we called white lies, we would take stationary from work without asking as we felt our employers owed it to us and the list goes on. It was a way of life and the only life I knew.

We did not consider ourselves bad people. We did not hurt anyone verbally or physically or damage property or swear or indulge in meaningless intimate moments. So why was there always restless feelings, dark places, fears and insecurities?

Why, because Jesus was not included, Jesus was absent from all and every moment and situation. How could there ever be light and peace without Him in the centre.

Now I live a life filled with endless peace as the Holy Spirit lives within me. I feel secure in Him, prayers are a wonderful needful part of my day, church an extremely desireable event, honesty a joy, addictions a past, all crisis handed over with ease and so on.

I have a new family in Christ whom I understand and love more than any family I ever had, and as I move closer to God, my understanding and tolerance of those still living in and of the world becomes more and more difficult. In fact, they hate what I am about and continuously slander my ways.

We're on different roads but this time I have to study the track a lot more carefully because to be obedient takes more control than being carelessly disobedient. The rewards are fruitful and there are no more dark places. In fact, living for God causes me to want to go the right way, its wonderful.

I feel happy and joyful and loved like never before. A love that only derives from our loving Father God, Jesus Christ.

Come try my road so that you too can be on track, you will never turn back, I promise!

2007-01-24T20:56:00.000+02:00

How do you deal with anger, do you cause unnecessary grief?

GRIEF
A moment of uncontrolled anger
Can cause immense pain and grief
It can put so many in danger
All for carelessly selfish relief
But theres no need for such rage
If you ask God to take control
He will lock your anger in a cage
And put angels on constant patrol
So go on give all to God today
You will never regret this move
As you will learn in faith to pray
And want for your behaviour to improve

PROV 17:25
“A foolish son is a grief to his father”

Trust in the Lord to take your anger and bury it in the burning pits of hell, so far away from you that it can never return.

2007-01-23T21:06:00.000+02:00

Lets pray!

Father God, thank you for this beautiful earth that you created for us to enjoy. For the green grass, the trees, the gorgeous array of flowers, the amazing wildlife of the earth and waters, the deep blue seas, the mammoth mountains and for every bit of detail that you put into everything. Thank you Lord Jesus for the love in our hearts, love that we learnt from you, love for all the beauty around us. Lord, I pray that as we awake every day, we would acknowledge the beauty around us and give thanks and praise for your wondrous works. Thank you Father for your awesome creativity and your desire to fill our view with its beauty. In Jesus name I pray, amen.

2007-01-21T17:08:00.000+02:00

No Pain, just Fruits!

Have you ever fasted and if so did you complete the time set out for that fast?

What sort of fast did you do, did you go the whole hog and just drink water or did you just leave something out of your diet that you would definitely miss?How long did you fast for?

Okay, enough questions and now for some answers from me.

I remember the first time I tried to fast, I failed badly with hunger pangs coming on long before necessary, I believe because my stomach knew my intentions and had to fight back. The only reason I failed though, is because I did not understand the way or benefits of fasting, how to eat without indulging in food.

Then I tired again but this time a fellow Christian had explained how it works and trust me, this particular time I did not fail, I passed.

So, if you need to know the hard and fast rules on fasting, here goes, its as easy as pie. (like the puns, ha ha.)

Firstly you set out a time and reason for the fast. Obviously it has to do with prayer so you would pray about something in your life that needs attention, or someone elses life, or your church or your country and so on.

You decide how you are going to fast, the whole way or just cut something out. Then you start and every time you feel hungry or a desire for that something you left out, you just start praying. You will be amazed how God will fill you up and take away those hunger pangs. Its as if He feeds you with His manna as you pray.

So, fasting is not painful, only fruitful.

Father God, thank you for making it possible for us to fast as we pray to you. Thank you Lord for the food you feed us as we obey you and seek your Kingdom. In Jesus name I pray, amen.

2007-01-20T19:17:00.000+02:00

WILLING BUT WEARY!

Have you ever met a mixed up person seeking help and asking for yours, or received a call from an aquaintance saying, " Hey, I have a friend in trouble and because you have experience in prayers, I was wondering if you could help."

You answer immediately, offer compassion to that person in need or answer the aquaintance, "sure, would love to help someone in need, just give them my number, get them to call me and we will go from there."

You start helping with prayers and get your pastors and group leaders involved, give compassionate calls and visits, or you get the call and help with prayers as much as you can with a prayer chain going. Then wham, the person turns on you like a blazing fire that's been hit with gallons of petrol. You are verbally attacked and get continuous calls from this person threatening to commit suicide and other crazy things if you don't get them the help they need. Phew, its a tough one and I've been there.

However, I say phew but at the end of the day, we need not worry if we ask Jesus into our space every day. If we pray to Him and ask for the covering of His blood, He will protect us for as long as we obey His will and thank Him for being with us.

So do not fear with your loving God so near and if you feel weary, call on Him.

2007-01-19T21:14:00.000+02:00

Honoured!

Have you ever been told that you look like someone famous, or you smile like that celebrity, or you have the same walk as that singer, and so on.

I have and what an honour when its someone that you have actually admired for many years.

I was at a writing workshop and I had some of my work with me to show the workshop host. We had to pair up with the person sitting next to us, and when the lady I sat next to read my work, she made the most awesome comment, a comment that I will never forget and one I will forever cherish. She said that my poetry reminded her of Helen Steiner Rice's work, what an amazing honour. I say that because all my life I have read and been in awe with her words. I just love her work and when I read her words, I can almost feel the love she had for God, the warmth in her as she radiated His love from within her. Her words were heaven sent as she obviously worked for the greatest boss ever, Jesus Christ.

I am overwhelmed that I too now am employed by the same boss as Helen had. Jesus Christ is my author, just as He was hers. So, as much as an honour as it was to have my work put in the same category as hers, it is beyond the highest honour to be employed by the same employer, my creator and heavenly Father God.

What an awesome honour!

Father God, thank you that you have included me on your payroll, for giving me the best job I could ever dream of having. Thank you Lord for the passion that you instill within me to write for you, amen.

2007-01-18T22:02:00.000+02:00

Who do you call?
......When you're feeling like the world is closing in on you.

Who do you call?
......When things are turning upside down all around you.

Who do you call?
......When you feel that their is no more air to breathe.

Who do you call?
......When it feels like there is no turning back.

Who do you call?
......When life is just too much to bear.

Who you gonna call?

Our Master.....
.....Jesus Christ!

Call on Him and know that all your troubles He will take, whenever you call on Him!

2007-01-16T22:05:00.000+02:00

Compliments of the season!

Wow, seems that I have not been on this site for so long. Reason being, life has been hectic during the holiday season. My husband and I used the time to add value to our home, what a worthwhile project.

However, we never forgot why we had the holiday and I have given God all the glory for our achievements and abilities. If it were not for Him we would not be able to fulfil our desires.

So, as you start your day, never forget to pray. You will realise just how important it is to give Him your day to control and at the end give Him thanks for all, good and bad because everything that goes up or down is a learning curve.

By the way, trust you had enjoyable God blessed holidays too.

2006-12-28T19:57:00.000+02:00

Colossians 3: 12-17
“Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do. But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection. And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which also you were called in one body; and be thankful. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.”

A Prayer:
Lord Jesus, I pray for your angels to be around all of us, to guard and protect us and keep us within your safety net. I pray against all evil that lurks and tempts us, Lord that you would take it all and cast it into the firey pits of hell. Lord, I pray for your guidance as we strive to be the person that you need us to be. Help us Lord to hear and read your instruction of our jobs here on earth. I pray Father God for our careers in You , Lord that you would give us the wisdom to hear your words and the ability to work them according to your will. I pray against all procrastination, that Lord, you would keep this evil source from hanging over us. I pray too that we may feel alive and awake, to be able to work well during the allocated times that you give.

Lord we know as we pray that your ears are bent towards our pleas, that in your time you will fix everything. For this, we give you praise and glory with all our thanks. We love you Lord Jesus and trust in you forever, amen.

2006-12-21T21:25:00.000+02:00

God gives and God takes!

He brings us into this life

Born sinners to learn about strife

He stands near with open arms

Hoping we'll ignore the tempters harms

He watches as we make our choice

As He listens for His name in our voice

He will wait for us till the very end

As to us the Holy Spirit He will send

He will give us that very last chance

In the hope that with Him we will dance

He gives us life in the hope He won't lose

So as He takes it back it's Him we must choose

Acts 17:26

"And He has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth, and has determined their preappointed times and the boundaries of their dwellings."

2006-12-19T21:34:00.000+02:00

Dry Spell!

Phew, I'm back in the swing of writng it would seem, have exerienced a bit of a dry spell.

Why you might ask?

Well, this sort of thing happens when I allow the world to smother and drown me without asking God for help. Vicious circles of evil seem to swirl around, causing my mind to buzz with so much that I don't have time to sort my thoughts out. I'm just buzy in the head.

So, what happens then is my head is so badly clustered with nonsense which makes me feel too bothered to try and work it all out so I leave it. I get so frustrated and so tired that writing becomes a huge mission.

And then a break through, I suddenly remember to call on God and He clears my head and I feel that desire to get back to what I enjoy the most, working for Him.

Oh Father God, thank you Lord for penetrating my mind, for being in control of my life. Thank you that I can rely on You to set me free from the dilemmas of evil. Thank you Lord Jesus that You are always my saving grace. And thank you too for this honor of writing for You, to You I give all glory. Praise you Father God, in Jesus name, amen.

2006-12-16T15:14:00.000+02:00

In His Light!

How often do you pray for God’s will in your life, and then resort back to what you know without Him? I know I do, and then I have to go through the process of conviction, seeking forgiveness and praying once again for God to change my ways.

There have been some in my life, whom have caused unnecessary pain, which has resulted in feelings of anguish and bitterness. I have not been able to defend myself for two reasons. One, those to whom I would plead innocence would never believe in me and secondly, I find defending myself against someone else’s deceit very exhausting.

When I sit and think about all these situations, I inevitably think about them on my own, without God’s opinions, which causes triggers of anger and hatred to settle in my heart, resulting in tears of anguish and frustration. The flesh rules over the spirit all because God is not in on the thoughts.

However, when it comes to praying, I have an absolute change of heart, because the presence of my loving Father God changes my heart and allows the Holy Spirit to work as intended. It is during these times that I see the picture as God shows it to me. These forlorn helpless creatures of creation, crawling around laden with heavy chains, chains bound around them by the evil one, who has attached heavy padlocks, without keys. I see these poor souls, looking around desperately seeking escape from these hellholes, wanting to be free from the burden of sin but with no hope in their sight.

This causes much pain in my heart and my prayers come out with the utmost sincerity, prayer requests of a desire that only God could instill. I become obedient to the spirit as the desires of the flesh vanish from my heart. It is at times like this that I beg and plead with the Holy Spirit to erase all bad memories, to take all the excess Godless baggage that I hold onto, and throw it all into the burning pits of hell, to never return again. God hears my sincerity whilst I pray from my heat in His presence.

His presence causes me to feel nothing but love and compassion for these people as I pray for them and myself and ask God’s mercies upon us all. I pray that He would instill in me a forgiving heart and that He would reveal all my iniquities in order that I may seek forgiveness too. I pray for His light to be upon each one of us, that it may penetrate our beings as His light eventually shines in its brilliance out of every one of us as we surrender our all to him. This is the day, I pray about, and look forward to. Until such time, I will keep praying for God to be in my face more and more as I grow closer and closer to Him. I will keep praying that He would be there to deny the desires of my flesh as He convicts me of any impure feelings. I will keep praying that His light and His presence would cause me to be His obedient child.

It is a difficult road but for as long as I look to His light, I will be on a forward march without a need to step back.

Psalm 67:1
“God be merciful to us and bless us, And cause His face to shine upon us.”

2006-12-14T20:38:00.000+02:00

REWARD
Put your trust in the Lord
It’s the only thing to do
You’ll feel the reward
And realize his love for you

PROV 3:5
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart”

CARE
Thank you Jesus for your love of me
You make me feel so special
It’s in your care I need to be
Cause without you I’m superficial

DEUT 7:6
“A people for Himself, a special treasure”

DIED
Jesus died for our sins
Because he loves us so
Just make sure he wins
And let your evils go

ROM 5:8
“Christ died for us”

JOYOUS
Loving Jesus is a wonderful thing
If you let the Holy Spirit fill you up
Allow yourself the joyous sting
And get blessings to fill your cup

PSA 23:5
“My cup runs over”

2006-12-10T13:59:00.000+02:00

Growing Wisdom!

Had a bad day yesterday, trying to understand people and their feelings towards me. Trying to establish why they have turned against me with no apparent reasons and no offer to expose their reasons either. Trying to defend myself but instead creating a deeper hole because of their following of others lies and deciet.

You can't change a situation like this over night, but through prayer and faith in Jesus Christ, you can know that something good will come of it.

However, after speaking to my older son and explaining my heartache, he made these statements, with the wisdom of someone in the know. Firstly, you have a husband and three children that love you, what more could you ask for? Secondly, anyone that causes you such pain is not worth the ground they walk on so divorce yourself from their space, find happiness in what you have. And thirdly he gave this awesome illustration:

There's a irregular triangular shaped piece of cheese with three people standing around it. Each person has a completely different view to the other and therfore each argues about what they see. They have two choices, either they can stand and argue and only understand the cheese from their point of view, or they can step into the others spaces and try and understand their view.

What would you do?

I know that I have tried to step into their space but they have locked the access. So, as wise as my sons words are, they have not worked for me. However, I am confident beyond belief in God answering my prayers. He is an awesome and loyal God for as long as we abide within His will. I trust that in His time, He will sort this dilemma out His way.

2006-12-09T20:15:00.000+02:00