Trust me you idiot!

Tonight I was talking to my son and asked him if he had an idea for the blog tonight, since we had been discussing faith and miracles we had seen he immediately said, “Yes I do, write, “Trust me you idiot“! OK that sounds a little brash but knowing his mother I guess he thought I could come up with something, I did.

When we read God’s promises and try to claim them, or we feel God has spoken into our life either by a prophetic word or something we feel in our own spirit our first reaction is usually, “Is this really for me?” In prayer this week I was talking to God about something that I need wisdom on and I said, “God you opened the Red Sea for the Children of Israel when they were faced with the army of Pharaoh thundering down on them from behind and the mighty waters before. I need for you to open up the waters for me so I can escape the problems that are coming to me from behind. You did it for them and now I know you will do it for me.” Then I remembered the scripture, 1 John 5:15 “And if we know that He hears us, whatever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we have asked of Him.” That gave me comfort because I know that God hears my prayers, He has given me direct answers too many times for me to doubt it. Sometimes the answer comes circuitously, or may not arrive when I thought it should but it always comes.

I’m wondering, when we doubt God and whine and complain because we don’t have every little thing we ask for right away, if God wouldn’t like to take us by the shoulders and shake some sense into us by saying, “Trust me you idiot!”

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Listening for Voices?

I have been doing a little web browsing looking for the lyrics to a song that has been going through my head all day, well for a few days now. It would have to be old, I remember hearing it when I was a little girl when daddy and mother played their 45’s on the record player. My research yielded zero facts. The song started with a soulful voice singing, “Voices, voices, voices from long, long ago”…

I looked at a picture that my Uncle’s wife’s daughter posted of him with a little dog sitting up on his shoulder. He is the last remaining sibling of my dad and he is ninety-one. As an aside I thought of how my disapproving my grandfather would have been to see that little dog sitting up on his son’s shoulder. He was from a time and place that thought dogs should stay in the yard and then only if they were useful in some way, such a guarding your house and yard. But there my uncle sat proudly with the little fur-baby sitting on his neck. But I digress, when I saw his face my heart squeezed with the need to see my dad, seeing his eyes in my uncle’s face looking out at me, and my son said, “Mom next time you call him I want to talk with him”. I have learned to not ignore those feelings I get when something is imperative and this felt like one of those times. An example of those feelings being right was this morning when having taken my van to get new tires I suddenly couldn’t wait one more minute to go have the oil changed. It was not convenient timing and for a second thought about putting it off but that inner voice urged me on. When the young man pulled the dipstick out I could see him look at it and then brought it around to my window to show me that before they drained it the dipstick was completely dry! DRY? I was stunned. He told me there was no damage as yet but one more day driving like that could have ruined my engine. That is something I have never let happen before and I was actually embarrassed for anyone to know how negligent I had been, now here I am telling you, but the point is that I listened to that inner voice that told me to do it, so again I digress, I called my uncle and told him that his great-nephew would love to talk with him. My son had a wonderful chat with him and put him on the speaker so I could listen in. I enjoyed the conversation and hearing him laugh, it sounded so much like my dad.

Adam and Eve were given a beautiful garden in which to live and had complete control over everything in the place and in the evenings they listened for the voice of their Creator to call their names and have a little talk with Him. If they hadn’t messed up perhaps we would still be able to take evening walks with Him discussing the days events.

Moses heard a voice coming from the burning bush in the desert and got instructions to go back to Egypt and lead his people out of slavery to the Pharaoh and then on to the Promised Land. Again Moses heard the voice of God when he went up on the mountain to receive the Ten Commandments written by the very finger of God.

The word voice is used 469 times in the Bible and many of those times it concerned the voice of the Lord God, so to try and give you examples of all of them would be way too lengthy, so I will get to the point (I hope).

There are voices that maybe I don’t hear that often but that are instantly recognized when you hear them on the phone, even ones from three-thousand miles away, voices that are dear and give you a warm feeling to hear, voices bringing good news, voices of instruction and then there are the voices of admonishment, correction, bringing sad news, voices that have long since ceased to be that you would so dearly love to hear, all the above and more, but the most important thing you can ever do is to get in a quiet place and listen for the “still, small voice” that the Prophet Elijah heard. So many times we think that unless we hear thunder or feel an earthquake God is not moving, but I am here to tell you that He comes to us sometimes in the still of the night, in a dream or in a simple act of kindness from someone from whom you didn’t expect.

Now hopefully I can kill this earworm singing Voices, and replace it with something else

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and say, Well Done!

OK so I am feeling a little sorry for myself today, I wish I had some chocolate or a Pralines and Cream ice cream cone from Baskin Robbins, they do say that confession is good for the soul, right? Valentine’s Day has passed and now we head toward the season of Lent and the celebration of the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus! I would love to hear the beautiful and powerful song Bill Gaither penned: I’ve just seen Jesus, I tell you He’s alive, 
I’ve just seen Jesus, our precious Lord alive, 
And I knew He really saw me too, 
As if till now I’d never lived, All that I’d done before won’t matter anymore, I’ve just seen Jesus and I’ll never be the same again. I can listen to that song as Sandi Patti and Larnelle Harris sing and with my eyes closed I can see the scene playing out as they describe going to the tomb of Jesus to see that He had indeed risen from the dead and was actually alive!

A few days before my dad finally made his trip to heaven he was very low and I thought he would be gone in a few moments, I played that song on my IPhone and held it up to his ear. Hi eyes were closed but as he listened and it got to that moment where they sing, “I’ve just seen Jesus”, he broke into out loud tears and said, and “Yes Lord I can see you”. From that moment on that Thursday afternoon he perked up and asked for something to eat after I had been urging him all day long to eat with no success. 
It wasn’t by chance that I played that particular song as I had often played it for him as we were out for a ride. In my mind’s eye I can still see the way he reacted to it as he listened, I would glance at him in my rear view mirror. His wheel chair was secured right behind the driver’s seat and I would look at him when ever we stopped at a light or it was safe because I knew that one day I would look into that mirror and would no longer see him except in my vivid memory and imagination. Anytime that song would play it got the same reaction so I knew his spirit was tuned into that song and hearing the name of Jesus, yes he was seeing a vision of his own self standing in front of the Man whom he had served since he was just a young man and he was stirred.

More than once I heard him tell of a time that he was very discouraged. He and my mother were traveling evangelists and having a tough time paying their bills plus feeding and caring for an infant. The reason he was discouraged he never related to any audience he where he spoke but I heard him talk about it with my mother enough times to know it well and now I am going to tell you. Daddy was a dedicated minister and what you saw was what you got. At that time there was another evangelist that was making all the rounds of the churches saying that he had been “injured” in the war and was crippled. He would hobble up to the pulpit and tell his sad story as he cried and the congregation would open their heart and their purses to help this injured veteran to make it one more week. My dad had felt sorry for him also and didn’t resent the fact that this young preacher was getting invited to churches to have revivals on his pitiful story alone, that is until he was driving along one day and saw this same preacher changing a tire on the side of the road, kneeling on his “stiff” leg, the inured one, the one that wouldn’t bend because his knee had been blown out by a bullet from enemy fire and he was waiting for his Purple Heart to be awarded to him. Daddy never let the man know that he had seen him and never gave him up as a fake because he didn’t want honest people to feel duped by a charlatan who was out to make a dollar from their soft heart. That was the incident that brought him to his knees in my granddaddy’s office in the Tremont Avenue Church of God. Kneeling there at a leather chair, which was placed at an angle to the wall leaving a space between the back of the chair and the wall in the corner. My dad spoke to the Lord in his distress telling Him that he was quitting the ministry, asking why it was that this fake prophet was doing well and was a respected preacher while he was struggling to make ends meet. He said that he looked up and saw Jesus standing there with His arms extended to him and He began to speak saying, “My son I am coming soon and when I come my reward is with me.” Daddy wondered at the fact that his complaint was not addressed at all, just the encouragement that the Lord would come and his reward would be with Him!

Are you discouraged? Do you feel like you have been passed over for a promotion when you have worked hard? Do you feel as if your prayers are hitting brass ceilings and bouncing back onto your head?  Maybe you need to have a little one-on-one with the Lord and be assured that He knows all about you.

Psalms 139:1-6 “God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand. 
I’m an open book to you; 
 even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking. 
You know when I leave and when I get back; 
I’m never out of your sight. 
You know everything I’m going to say
 before I start the first sentence. 
I look behind me and you’re there, 
 then up ahead and you’re there, too—your reassuring presence, coming and going. 
This is too much, too wonderful—I can’t take it all in!”

I’ll end by quoting the words from another old hymn, “If when you’ve tried and failed in you’re trying, 
hands sore and scarred from the work you’ve begun 
Take up your cross and come quickly to Jesus, He’ll understand and say well done.”


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Do we really need Trials?

We all have trials of our faith! But are they good for us?

Let’s think about a young shepherd boy, David. What happened before he became the King “after God’s own heart”? He faced things that “tried” him so he was ready for the fight when he heard Goliath challenge Saul’s army and he volunteered!

1 Samuel 17:33-37 Saul answered David, “You can’t go and fight this Philistine. You’re too young and inexperienced—and he’s been at this fighting business since before you were born.” David said, “I’ve been a shepherd, tending sheep for my father. Whenever a lion or bear came and took a lamb from the flock, I’d go after it, knock it down, and rescue the lamb. If it turned on me, I’d grab it by the throat, wring its neck, and kill it. Lion or bear, it made no difference—I killed it. And I’ll do the same to this Philistine pig that is taunting the troops of God-Alive. God, who delivered me from the teeth of the lion and the claws of the bear, will deliver me from this Philistine.”

David had already experienced fighting the wild animals and won, he was ready! The giant was in full armor with an armor-bearing servant running in front of him. David chose to go without armor and his only weapon was his slingshot! He went down to the waters edge and chose five smooth stones; I’m not sure why he chose five when I feel he knew he would only need one!

How did the stone that he chose get to where he found it? Was it always a smooth stone? I daresay that at one time it was a part of a large boulder that had rolled off the mountain, pieces that broke off from it landing in the rushing water pushing it against other stones and the ground and sand, until it was polished by it’s rough treatment. It was ready to do a job, to fit snugly in the pouch of David’s slingshot and no doubt be guided by the hand of an angel into the one unguarded spot on the giant’s whole body, one little place on his forehead! He was hit and fell forward on his face! David took the giant’s own sword and cut his head from his body and took it to the King!

Your trials only make you strong enough to face your giant, the preparation David got from fighting the bear and the lion gave him the courage he needed to face his giant. Have you got a giant in your life that you are trying to conquer?

God doesn’t try you to find out who you are, He already knows, He is allowing you to find out for yourself just who you are and what you can do, through Him!

Don’t be afraid to have your rough edges smoothed out, you may be picked up, to serve!

 

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Saying Peace out man!

I was going to write on Anger vs. Peace tonight because of a comment from a reader about her own anger, but as I wrote and compared anger with peace, peace began to win out, I thought about how, for me at least, the place I most long to be is in a quiet place of rest where I can find peace. Sometimes it seems like everything is happening at once and you have no control over any of it! When I am most busy trying to get all my chores done is when a flood breaks loose with everything happening at once! The grandkids need something, the dog barks, the phone rings, someone falls and gets hurt, and it seems like I am going around and around right down the toilet!

There is only one place to go for a sense of peace and that is to God to find that special secret place of the Most High (Psalm 91:1) and to rest there for a moment! The only place I can really be alone is to go into the bathroom, close the door against everything and kneel at the “altar”. I do admit that lately I am more likely to “sit” on the altar, as these knees are not what they once were, especially after the hard fall on both of them last night!

An old hymn says: “There is a place of quiet rest, near to the heart of God, a place where sin cannot molest, near to the heart of God.”  I can hear it in my mind’s “ear” and it is soothing to my weary soul right now! I have put one of my favorite Psalms here in the Message translation, it is such a beautiful prayer, read it and pray it for yourself, it will give you peace and hope for a brighter, calmer tomorrow, I promise!

Psalm 27 Light, space, zest— that’s God! So, with him on my side I’m fearless, afraid of no one and nothing. When vandal hordes ride down ready to eat me alive, those bullies and toughs fall flat on their faces. When besieged, I’m calm as a baby. When all hell breaks loose, I’m collected and cool. I’m asking God for one thing, only one thing: To live with him in his house my whole life long. I’ll contemplate his beauty; I’ll study at his feet. That’s the only quiet, secure place in a noisy world, the perfect getaway, far from the buzz of traffic. God holds me head and shoulders above all who try to pull me down. I’m headed for his place to offer anthems that will raise the roof! Already I’m singing God-songs; I’m making music to God. Listen, God, I’m calling at the top of my lungs: “Be good to me! Answer me!” When my heart whispered, “Seek God,” my whole being replied, “I’m seeking him!” Don’t hide from me now!  You’ve always been right there for me; don’t turn your back on me now. Don’t throw me out, don’t abandon me; you’ve always kept the door open. My father and mother walked out and left me, but God took me in. Point me down your highway, God; direct me along a well-lighted street; show my enemies whose side you’re on. Don’t throw me to the dogs, those liars who are out to get me, filling the air with their threats. I’m sure now I’ll see God’s goodness in the exuberant earth. Stay with God! Take heart. Don’t quit. I’ll say it again: Stay with God.

I didn’t intend to put that here today, I had just read it for myself, but I’m thinking that if something helps me, maybe it will help you also, so I will close by saying something that was most often heard in my youth from hippies standing on the corner of 10th and Peachtree, “Peace out man.

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My amazing body!

I had to have two MRI tonight, one on my right shoulder and one on my somewhat delicate neck! It remindes me that our bodies are like a spider web; it is at the same time fragile and yet strong. God created us with bones that carry our muscles; our skin, which is a marvelous organ covers veins, flesh and encases us. The skin stretches and shrinks, mends, and get’s “goose bumps” when we are cold or scared or hear something creepy. Our eyes are like a delicate camera; they see everything in living color and then transmit what they have seen to the part of us that drives everything we do, our brain. When you see the actual brain, and I saw mine in an MRI so I know this for a fact, all you see is just gray matter, yet contained in it is instructions for every, single thing we do. It is able to learn, to create, it makes us sense all the emotions that we feel, tells us when and how to move, contains everything we have ever done and there are people who can actually recall every detail of their entire life, amazing. We are body, soul, and spirit, the body moves and carries us but without the spirit we wouldn’t have life and the soul is where all our earthly emotions dwell. To read the Psalms is to see the Psalmist King’s every emotion as he goes from highest mountain peaks of praise to the lowest depths of hell and then back again. Psalms 139:13-16 “Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit-by-bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, The days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.”

A man and woman have sex, make love, and decide to have a baby or plainly have unprotected sex and make babies. That baby lives when the sperm penetrates the egg, because a child is formed, as the scripture says, “we are curiously made“, what a wonder we all are. Why are you here? Because there is a work that only you can do, something that has to be done by only you. As fingerprints are particular to one person and none matches for anyone else, so are we. Knowing that God sees a sparrow when it falls you have confidence to know that He watches over you and that He knows you by your name. Just because you feel lost, dejected, depressed, left out, little, fat, ugly, or anything else negative it doesn’t define who you are. You are a child of the King, a creation of the Most High God and don’t let the devil of this world tell you any different. You have the hug or the kiss, the smile or the encouraging word that is particularly important to someone and no one else can take your place. A few years ago a surgeon put orthopedic cement into my mother’s little body to heal fractures in the bones in her back-side, her bones accepted that material and she was out of pain and able to walk again, isn’t that a miracle of creation? God has given men wisdom to think of something wonderful like that to help us! Psalm 8 says, “I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous, your handmade sky-jewelry, Moon and stars mounted in their settings. Then I look at my micro-self and wonder, Why do you bother with us? Why take a second look our way?” Why? Because He loves us every one! Oh Father, my soul will rest peacefully with you, forgive me of the sin of neglecting this wonderful gift you have given me, my perfectly imperfect body.

Again, aren’t you amazed? I am!

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Does Transparency = Truthfulness?

If I used the word “transparency” what would you think? Would you think I was speaking of something you could see through? Would you think of a picture (as on film) viewed by light shining through it or by projection? Maybe a piece of beautiful stained glass? In a relationship, transparency means being completely honest with one another and that generally comes after they have assured each other that the truth will bring them closer and no they will never laugh, accuse, judge, or throw the things you have shared back in your face in the future. Are you still with me here?

How many relationships do you have that are completely transparent? You can say anything without fear of all the things I mentioned above? My guess is not many.

In my growing years I kept my private thoughts private because there were so many people who judged me as the “preacher’s kid” and if something I thought or said didn’t seem just right it was repeated and if it ever got back to my parents then I was in trouble. Everyone had to be my best friend because to have a real favorite also brought about criticism and at least one time a public apology. As an adult it wasn’t easy to trust anyone enough to say whether I agreed or disagreed with anything including politics. People thought I was “talkative” but if they stopped to really listen I was asking questions about them, that is safe as most everyone loves to talk about themselves, the weather, the latest score for the town’s team but never anything personal.

I often say that God loves us just the way we are, and now you know the reason that is important to me.  I don’t worry that He will repeat me; make me feel embarrassed, act shocked at what I just shared, or make me feel stupid, and that is the kind of friend that we all want and need!

Something occurred to me when I was thinking about this; Jesus was the very Son of God and chose to come to earth in the form of a human man to deliver us from sin and gain eternal life that we already know. He talked to the Father often, we know that too, but when it came time for Him to complete the mission for which He was sent to earth He was not afraid nor embarrassed to ask His Father to “let this cup pass from me”, abort the mission! I don’t know how God answered Him but He had the strength to carry on as the soldiers came to the Garden to arrest Him and finish His journey to the Cross. We don’t read that passage and make fun or criticize Him we simply see His humanity and love Him for finishing the job for which He came and He did it all for us!

I was going through a personal crisis some years ago and my dad, being very concerned for me, said, “Dear what is troubling you?” I regret now that I didn’t just open up to him, instead I answered, “Some things are better left unsaid.” He never pressed me to talk, he reached over and patted my hand and said, “I am praying for you.” If you can’t talk to anyone in this world you can always go to the Throne room and tell Him all that is on your heart without fear of retribution, you are greeted with forgiveness, love and complete acceptance. The old hymn says, “What a friend we have in Jesus” and that is so true, you can be transparent with Him!

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My take on Valentines Day

According to a legend recorded by Borgna Brunner in Valentine Day History, Claudius II had prohibited marriage for young men, claiming that bachelors made better soldiers. Valentine continued to secretly perform marriage ceremonies but was eventually apprehended by the Romans. Valentine, imprisoned by Claudius, fell in love with the daughter of his jailer. Before he was executed, he allegedly sent her a letter signed “from your Valentine.” He was martyred for refusing to renounce his religion. Now you know.

There is a song on my playlist that has a phrase I agree with, it says of the words I love you, “Those three words, said too much, and not enough“, I agree with that.

A young man tells a girl he loves her, his ardor has more to do with his sex drive than giving his life for her and ladies are not guiltless either, the word love is bandied around in order to receive favors from the man who really believes she means it!

Do I sound cynical? Being a person who has talked to people on both sides of that scenario, I have found it to be true. Am I altogether tainted? No, I grew up in a home where two people committed their lives to each other and it lasted 70 years until death parted them and I’m sure they are together again even now. Not long before he died I walked into their room and found mother sitting on my dad’s lap, her head on his chest crying, he was comforting her and speaking very gently, telling her how much he loved her. I backed out and they never saw me, I cried my own tears as I mentally took a picture of a scene I will never forget. They took their vows seriously and time made them prove the words “better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live”. That scene made me think of another song that says, “When I fall in love, it will be forever“, and that one is true for me.

1 Cor.13: 1-7 If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing. If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love. Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have. Love doesn’t strut, Doesn’t have a swelled head, Doesn’t force itself on others, Isn’t always “me first,” Doesn’t fly off the handle, Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others, Doesn’t revel when others grovel, Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything, Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end. That scripture gives us the best description of what the word love really means.

There is one other scripture I can never read without my heart swelling within me bringing me to tears, Romans 8:35-39 Can anything ever separate us from Christ’s love? Does it mean he no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death? (As the Scriptures say, “For your sake we are killed every day; we are being slaughtered like sheep.”) No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loved us. And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Now you know that you are loved! I hope you have had a wonderful love day!

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Those who know me won’t be surprised

My son was telling us tonight at the supper table about a person he had known when he was younger who had taken a picture of a lady who was minding her own business sitting at a diner counter eating and posted it with a remark about how she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something like that lady had on if she were that fat. It broke my heart to even hear it; no one has the right to take a picture of you when you are doing something as basic as eating and then make fun of you for the way you look. There should be a special torment for that person because the woman didn’t choose to be exposed.

On the other hand sometimes you just “ask for it”! The people who know me will not be surprised at what I am about to tell you.

Saturday I went with my daughter, granddaughter, her future mother-in-law and two friends to a Bridal Expo in downtown Atlanta. We walked into a large room where a small crowd was beginning to gather and on a stage on one side of the room there were a D J running soundtracks for a man to sing. This guy was singing the theme from the movie “Footloose” and singing his heart out. Whether all these Brides and their parties were tired or not they came across as bored and I felt sorry for the guy up there trying to entertain them while they were waiting on the Bridal fashion show (which by the way left a LOT to be desired). Suddenly I was on my feet, out in the aisle and I began to wave my arms at the crowd saying, “You came here to have FUN today so let’s look like we’re having a little fun!” I began to go down the enter aisle dancing, by the time I got to the stage he had hopped off and come to where I was, “That’s what I’m talking about!” He said and began to shoulder up to me, I danced with him while he continued to sing Footloose. Let me tell you I am not a great dancer and I was doing a very ‘60s version of the Peppermint Twist but the crowd seemed to like it and a few even got up and joined me! When the song finished everyone clapped and I went back to my seat, the tension in the room had relaxed and it seemed like everyone was ready to enjoy themselves, mission accomplished! When I got home I said to my future grandson-in-law, “Did I scare your mother?” She seemed a little quiet and maybe shy, he said “No why?” I said well I got up and danced down the aisle at the fashion show, he answered, “I know she showed me the video!”  VIDEO???   VIDEO!!!!    VIDEO???? NOOOOOOOOO!!!! I was horrified and then I just had to laugh! I said, “Well you don’t do something like that unless you don’t care if it gets videoed and shown to the world, I had seen others doing the same but I figure I would never see any of those, and why did they care?

Point, I did what I did and if I ever see the video show up in an awkward place I will know it was completely my fault and decision to get out there and make a fool of myself to try and help entertain others, so I accept the consequences of my actions, the girl sitting eating her food at a dining counter unaware that she was being videoed or photographed was totally innocent of anything except being hungry.

When you put your life up for others to see you might face embarrassment of comments you don’t agree with, someone making fun of you or making a rude remark, you place yourself in that position. If you want your life to be private don’t go out dancing in the aisles of a Wedding Expo Bridal Fashion show, you just might get video taped!

Your life is an open book, everyone is watching you and they all have  cameras with which to document what ever you thin you are doing in private so you might end up being the starring role in their movie, be careful!

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Is your miracle worth the wait?

How long would you be willing to wait for something you really want? This past week I passed by a small hole in the wall restaurant and there were people standing outside and lined up all the way to the street waiting to get in! I bet it was a two-hour wait, but they were willing to wait because they wanted to get in that particular place to eat! When you get pregnant the baby develops and you wait for nine and a half months for it to be born, and then you suffer a lot of pain to get it here, but you wait! We wait to find the perfect mate, you wait years to get the best education, hours to get the particular hair stylist we want, but somehow when it comes to waiting on God, we are so ready to give up, just quit! I know a person that has been a person of faith for many years and God has been faithful to this person in so many ways, but because they are facing a trial that is difficult, they have begun doubting God!

1 Kings 18:21 Elijah challenged the people: “How long are you going to sit on the fence? If God is the real God, follow him; if it’s Baal follow him. Make up your minds!” You don’t want to live with a person who can’t make up their mind whether they love you, or someone else, do you?

Revelation 3:15-17 “I know you inside and out, and find little to my liking. You’re not cold, you’re not hot—far better to be either cold or hot! You’re stale. You’re stagnant. You make me want to vomit. You brag, ‘I’m rich, I’ve got it made, I need nothing from anyone,’ oblivious that in fact you’re a pitiful, blind beggar, threadbare and homeless. God was speaking to the church of Laodicea. He wanted them to make up their mind to serve Him alone, and then He pleads with them in verses 20-22 “Look at me. I stand at the door. I knock. If you hear me call and open the door, I’ll come right in and sit down to supper with you. Conquerors will sit alongside me at the head table, just as I, having conquered, took the place of honor at the side of my Father. That’s my gift to the conquerors! “Are your ears awake? Listen. Listen to the Wind Words, the Spirit blowing through the churches.” When you need something from God, ask Him and then wait!

Luke 18:1-10 Jesus told them a story showing that it was necessary for them to pray consistently and never quit. He said, “There was once a judge in some city who never gave God a thought and cared nothing for people. A widow in that city kept after him: ‘My rights are being violated. Protect me!’ “He never gave her the time of day. But after this went on and on he said to himself, ‘I care nothing what God thinks, even less what people think. But because this widow won’t quit badgering me, I’d better do something and see that she gets justice—otherwise I’m going to end up beaten black-and-blue by her pounding.’ “Then the Master said, “Do you hear what that judge, corrupt as he is, is saying? So what makes you think God won’t step in and work justice for his chosen people, who continue to cry out for help? Won’t he stick up for them? I assure you, he will. He will not drag his feet. But how much of that kind of persistent faith will the Son of Man find on the earth when he returns?”

That last phrase brings me back to thinking about the person who God has helped immeasurably, but have decided it just wasn’t enough.

Isaiah 41:30 “They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk, and not faint.”

Wait!

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