Sunday, April 4, 2021
Sunday, March 21, 2021
Heaven, does it sound like a place you would like to go?? Living in an age where information on any subject can be had with just the click of a button, I wonder how this information above affects you?
For me, when I read this. it took out some of mystery of heaven and also took away some of my fears of the transition from earth to heaven.
I love the part of Angels taking me to heaven, I don't have to go alone. To be in the presence of God is to know I will be loved on for He loves me unconditionally. And to worship with angels and other believers will be like going to church which I love. And I am sure the music will be the best.
To know I will not be in some sort of state where I will not know anything is also comforting. I love knowing I will have my wit about me as I view my new home. My senses will be under my control.
My memory will be in there and my voice will be available as I meet and greet other believers. Yet I will still have some degree of knowledge of what is happening on earth.
Tonight I watched a movie on aliens from somewhere. It was scary, uncomfortable and did not make me want to ever meet with someone from outer space. Such a different feeling reading a small peek into heaven from Gods Word. It became less fearful and more comfortable to think about.
How about you, does this kind of information help you as you think about your time to leave this earth and arrive on heavens shores?
Monday, March 1, 2021
A dear missionary friend of mine wrote the below and it was so good I had to share it on every avenue available. Thomas and Laura Scherer along with their two children serve in Southeast Asia in a village tucked in the jungle.
Oh! To be like Jesus! Well . . . mostly.
Sunday, February 14, 2021
Today I heard a great sermon in church, one that resonated with my soul and gave understanding into some verses in Matthew 9.
God operates in the Now and Not Yet.
Monday, February 8, 2021
Since last year I have been looking for direction on finishing my book which I started about 10 years ago. In 2017 I had open heart surgery and the urgency to write my memoir was resurrected and I finally got started on it. Then came the covid and a year of medical issue resulting in 3 stays in hospital last year. Finally I am feeling on top of it again, health wise, not out of the woods yet but I have direction as to some of my why's, and what to do with the why and a boast from the Lord that He has given me more time here on earth.
Sunday, January 31, 2021
Years ago, in 1985 we took a giant step of faith that would lead to more steps as we journeyed on with the Lord.
My husband had a great job with Trans World Airlines, TWA, remember them? He had 20 years invested when God begin to work on his heart about being full time in ministry. For those 20 years we trusted TWA to pay his wages when he put in his hours loading cargo and suitcase on planes. So going into ministry and trusting the local church where we went on staff to supply our needs was different. My fears were at their height during those early years.
Learning to trust the Lord is a daily spiritual mental exercise of faith.
After that big step God was not through offering us other ways to grow our faith. One day we were getting our car worked on and as we waited, my husband said, honey, I think God wants us to go into over seas mission. I can't say I was surprised, I knew a change was coming our way, God was preparing my heart as only the God of the universe can do.
We had several years of trusting the Lord for our needs as we ministered at a local church in Kentucky I learned to trust for giving to a missionary when I supported one for five dollars a month and God supplied it every time. Sometimes it was from babysitting, sometimes a rebate in the mail, sometimes I would have money left over from my budget for grocery or a birthday gift. It became exciting to wait and see how God would supply. Each time I raise the amount another step of faith.
Being on the receiving end is scary, humbling and exciting and a much wider step. So our faith grew deep and wide.
That song Deep and Wide just popped into my head as I type that, there's a fountain flowing deep and wide. God's fountain is the deepest and the widest, much more then TWA's. God never goes out of business, He is always on the throne and never says, don't bring your prayers of need to me.
Let me relay a story I just told someone today. We ended our training with the mission school owing 8 hundred dollars. After graduation we left the school for our home church in Ky. with a promise to stop by a friends church that Sunday. He wanted us to meet his pastor and maybe get a chance to share our hearts. The pastor gave my husband 5 minutes from the pulpit to share. Our friends church put us up in a hotel and our friend pass on an envelope from the church when he dropped us off at the hotel. It had 8 hundred dollars in it. OUR FRIEND DID NOT KNOW WE OWE MONEY TO THE SCHOOL. We had told no body except our two children when we prayed for that debt before leaving the school.
What a start to learning how deep and wide God wanted our trust to become. We have served in two countries, Bolivia, South America and Papua New Guinea and not once have we done without our needs. Food has always been on our table, shoes on our feet, clothes on our back. We have always had a car to drive, a bed to sleep in, money to fly home when needed. And money to help others when needed. After years of trusting Him, I think I can trust Him for the rest of our years.
Sunday, January 10, 2021
For the last two years my word has been deep, go deep with the Lord. This year I am going to stay with the theme and chose the word, Dwell. It's one thing to go deep but to stay there is another. Life has a way of forcing us to rise to the flesh and make decision and choices from an earthly mindset.
When I was young in the Lord, I heard this saying, don't be so heavenly minded you are no earthly good.
At that stage of my journey with God I thought, yeah, that's right, don't want to drive people away from me by being a Jesus freak. Now after walking a few miles with Him I know, believe, that when I lean on Him and not my flesh or the worldly wisdom I am content, and make fewer mistakes. Don't misunderstand me, I am never perfect but He who lives in me is.
Maybe it's because I am older, and not as busy as I was when younger that I have more time to wait and respond instead of react to what comes into me that I can stay dwelling deep with Him. I am more heavenly minded in a serious way.
I think it's because I have more understanding to God's ways then I did when I first started this journey. My prayer in my early years was, teach me Lord, give me wisdom from above, teach me your ways. And as best I could when I knew His way I have tried to walk on Calvary's Rd. , knowing I would slip off at times but His ways would light a way back on the Road with Him.
Here I am a few days from 74 still praying the same prayer, take me deep Lord, help me to dwell there with you. Deep is where the sweetness is, the pure wisdom from The Lord. One cannot stay in the shallow end of life and grow, mature, be all God's wants us to be.
To dwell I must pray, pray, pray.
Sunday, December 27, 2020
Let me just add this, there is a time for mourning, grieving, feeling hopeless, that is why the day after is important. It shows us how frail our faith is, no matter our station in life. To have walked side by side with Jesus for three years, hearing over and over truth, being shown daily He was God in the flesh, all His promises would come true. One would think the disciples would have the strongest faith of anyone, yet the day after made them doubt and fear and fall into despair.
On this day after, Covid is still killing people. Businesses are lost, jobs are gone, families are tore apart, most of our leaders are not making wise choices, they are driven by greed and pride. How could our country come back and be a better country after all its been through?
For one, He never promised our world would be better, He never promised death would not hit everyone. He did promise in this world we would have trouble.
I love a song by the Martin's titles, The Promise, especially this line, "And my love will be the anchor that you can hold onto, This is the promise I made to you. "
I am holding tight to His love for me, not my love for Him, for mine is frail. Just let a hard trial come my way that I cannot control or change you will see how frail it is.
So I will cling to II Cor. 5: 14 For the love of Christ controls us, having concluded this, that one died for all , therefore all died, and He died for all so that they who live might no longer live for themselves, but for Him who died and rose again on their behalf.
II Cor. 4:16 -18 Therefore we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner is being renewed day by day. For momentary light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal.
Where is your faith on this day after?
Friday, December 18, 2020
Stop always expecting your blessings to be financial or materialistic, God just may have added some time to your life instead.
Have you ever begged God to extend your life?
At almost 74 I have faced some hard health struggles but never felt frail enough that I might die.
On top of blood pressure issue my kidneys started failing, infection filled my body and then I caught Covid.
I begged God with every fiber in my body to extend my life, to let me stay around my family a little longer, to restore me. I did not ask out of fear but a desire to not go yet.
I did not hear a voice, feel a touch, get Holy goose bumps, nothing super natural happened. It still took doctors, medicines, a stay in the hospital and lots of rest, but I am here to tell you God has extended my time here on earth.
My kidney doctor came in every day and told me how lucky I was because I was slowly getting better. With a sadness he said, I have signed more death certificate's in the last few months then all the years of my doctoring. He said, it had taken a toll on him. Everyone who worked or came onto the Covid floor had to be garbed in a plastic suit with plastic head gear with a pump attached to them that pumped cool air into their head gear. They wore two pair of gloves all the time, taking off the top pair and adding a fresh pair with each new patient. All the extra work wears on the nerves yet they treated me daily with kindness. I was never worried that I wasn't being taken care of.
I am beyond grateful for the extra time God has given me.
23The steps of a man (or women) are ordered by the Lord who delights in his journey. 24Though he falls, he will not be overwhelmed, for the LORD is holding his hand.…Psalm 34:23-24
Not only did He give me more time but He is holding my hand as I walk it. Would you pray I use my time wisely and with purpose?
Wednesday, November 18, 2020
It's been a while since I posted anything because we have been busy getting our cabin ready to live in. This past Sunday night my husband stayed in it while I spend the next couple nights in hospital due to very high blood pressure.
As soon as the questions left the doctors lips I started to worry. Yes, everyone in my family , both sides have had strokes. Yes. Surely he doesn't think I am old enough to have a stroke?
By this time I was feeling sick to my stomach and realizing that is what happened to me, a mini stroke.
Everyday while I was in the hospital, three times a day I had to give my name and birthday to the lady I ordered my lunch. Then it really hit me, I am as old as my Grandmother and Mother when they had these strokes. OMG.
To say this has shook me is an understatement. We have worked hard this summer and fall and right into the winter to get our little place ready before the temperature goes below 0. I will admit its been stressful for all of us. But we now sit in a little combined living room/kitchen with a bathroom and bedroom warm and decorated. It's wonderful, made more wonderful because its across the driveway from our daughter and family.
Stress, even good stress is hard on a body and when you got 73 years on it. For me the results was a mini stroke. I have no damage done to my brain thanks God. Every things still works well and I am trying to do everything the doctors told me to do which is to REST.