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HOLY CROWS!!!!

crows

 

It was July 2nd, 2014, a warm peaceful morning, and I was enjoying sleeping a little longer than usual when the crows came and sat in the big tree outside my window.  It wasn’t a big deal except every one of them was crying at the top of their little lungs, which is surprisingly loud.  And I flinched and rolled over.  And then I jumped out of bed. “What the heck!?”  Then I waited patiently for them to disburse.  5 minutes, 10 minutes it continued.  “Oh, what in the world is going on?”

When I went to the window, I saw nothing strange.   There was only green grass, and a soft breeze.

So why were there crows screaming like they were having a raucous party in the loudest club downtown?  It felt like my nerves were being frayed one at a time as I pulled on my clothes and headed for a cuppa my favorite coffee. Continue reading HOLY CROWS!!!!

HOPE AND FEAR, or “DO IT AFRAID”

hope and fear

 

On the way home from work one night, I had an intense encounter with hope and fear.

This trial and testing had begun with a horrible sound around my back right tire just as I was getting to work.  Nervously, I asked one of the guys to take a look but he saw nothing of concern.  So, I said, “Then I think it was slushy snow build-up in the wheel-well, clunking around.”

But for the evening, fear lurked just over my head, periodically interjecting his thoughts and torments.  I did my best to ignore him and hold on to my one hope.

Finally, at the end of my shift, I started the ignition and sat for a moment with Father.  I said, “Father, it’s You and me as usual.  And I’m asking that my car is perfect, and my ride home is without any unusual incidents.  You know my trust is completely on You, as always.”

After my little prayer and a deep, cleansing breath of peace, I slowly proceeded out of the parking lot and onto the road.  A half-moon peeked out of the clouds along the desolate countryside.   And I put on 2 pairs of gloves to handle the steering wheel in the 6-degree temps.   Smatterings of sand sprinkled the snow packed icy roads and I felt like I was holding my breath as I headed for home.

Thoughts of a broken-down vehicle in the deserted cold, night were frightening floating across my imagination.  Dangerous animals and even more dangerous humans crossed my mind accented by the fact that cell phone service sometimes cut out in the area.

Torment was doing a good job.  But even as he worked his terrible magic, I also remembered Joyce Meyer had said years ago.  “Do it afraid”.   And the words had stuck with me, like a mantra.  Every time I was up against fear and holding on to a slim thread of hope that Father would never let me down, I remembered those words.

Minutes seemed to take hours but finally, I pulled into my dry carport, safely.  It was one more time in the millions of times, that He’d cared for me.  He’d answered my request.  I arrived home, warm and toasty without a single variation of an incident along the way.  My wheels had not slipped on the ice, nor had the horrible sound come from the wheel-well.  Not even an animal had darted out from the side of the road.

I was safe and overcome with thankfulness.  Fear had played his hand and pulled the Torment card once again.  But also, once again I “did it afraid” and Father kept His promise to never leave me or forsake me.

Fear comes sometimes.   It taunts me sometimes with horrible unbelieving thoughts.  But I know where they are coming from.  And I know these are the moments of endurance where I hold on to one hope – HIM.

And it works.  Every time.

me.

Thank you for sharing this journey with me.  Blessings on yours.

Faith

IS CURIOSITY GOOD?

Curiosity into the fog

 

I was taught that Curiosity was a bad thing and that I should never play with it.  The teaching was backed up by plenty of scripture, but I sure couldn’t find anything to support it now.

This morning the snow falling on the cliffs in the distance curiously looked like fog as I drank my coffee and watched through the window.  I had woken with the question, “Father, why did the Pharisees chose to be Pharisees”? Continue reading IS CURIOSITY GOOD?

ANGER & HATRED OVERFLOW

Anger & hatred

 

I stood in the shower seething with anger and hatred almost as though it had jumped on me when I read the blog article by one of my friends, Praying Medic, “Learning to Love Your Abuser“.

He had described with much humility, how he felt anger and hatred sometimes toward abusive people, and that we need to learn to love them because it is their only cure. Continue reading ANGER & HATRED OVERFLOW

THE CASTLE, part two

vineyard-986938_960_720Anna pushed again and again but the gate didn’t budge.  With hands on her hips, she stepped back and surveyed the massive iron monstrosity.

Inviting sounds and smells were still wafting plentifully through the barrier.  So she stepped forward and began digging through the thick vines in an effort to see inside.  But when she moved one vine, another blocked her view.  The heavy tangle won it’s victory when it drew blood.

Standing back once more in frustration, she covered her wound and stared at the stubborn contraption.  It wasn’t fair after taking such risk, that she would be kept from the final goal simply by not being able to open the gate. Continue reading THE CASTLE, part two

WHEN I FEEL USELESS, I’M NOT

Feeling useless has come when I haven’t seen Father outwardly active in me for a while and I begin to think I’m doing nothing, having no effect,  and just breathing air.

“Feeling useless” is a lie, of course. One that likes to show up just before Father surprises me with something special.

His surprise happened the other day via a young mother who was discouraged and frustrated.  She couldn’t get her child support from her baby’s daddy and they fought every time they talked. Continue reading WHEN I FEEL USELESS, I’M NOT

Getting Healed By Goofy Methods

Today I’m sharing a funny, strange healing that happened to me a couple years ago.

It started with my husband getting the stomach flu.  It was awful. For one full day he threw-up and the next two days he was in bed wiped out.  We prayed and prayed for him and nothing happened.  It was a terrible experience and my heart broke to watch.

Then two days after my husband was healthy again, I was hit.  It came on like a ton of bricks and knocked me onto the bed holding my stomach, rocking back and forth in terrible pain. Continue reading Getting Healed By Goofy Methods