Sunday, January 5, 2014

Until Then

Perception is my word this year so I thought I would pick a song that gives me a Godly perception of this world today.  Nobody knows the time God will call us home so all we can  be is available for use today.   Our perceptions of God, man, sin and the future will affect what we do today.   Just listening to the words of this song and the passion these men of God sing it with gives me courage to live for the only one who counts. 
 So until then I praise Him and use every opportunity that comes my way to life Him up. 

So until then what song motivate your heart to serve Him?


Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Perspective



This past year I have felt my perspective slip often into the cynical cycle which made me see mud and not stars.  Or maybe it's the other way around, I have viewed the mud of life and it made me cynical.  Either way my perspective from behind the prison bars of life has taken a hit and left me sometimes discouraged and depressed.  Our circumstance is not everything but our perspective on our circumstances is everything.   So I have been thinking of ways to change my view inside my life. 

Become more thankful...even when I don't feel thankful...find something as simple such as breathing to be thankful for.  Mix mud with a few seeds,  some sunshine and flowers will grow.

Become more others minded even when I don't want to think about others, do something kind, on purpose for  someone else.    Help them build a mud pie. 

Add more laughter to my life, either at myself  or with others  but laugh more.  Enjoy a mud fight and a dance in the rain with some friends. 

Cry more...tears  not only refresh the eyes but wash the mud from my  soul  so I   can see more clearly which will change my  perspective.

Have a treasure hunt in the mud instead of just  wallowing in it.  


From my perspective this is the cutest picture.  But for some of you a cute dog picture would work better.  Remember I said I was looking for ways to change my perspective and since I love cats this picture works for me.  What works for you? 





Friday, December 27, 2013

Jesus



Our  Christmas was filled with family, friends, gifts, food, a great sermon at church and good holiday music.  Yet I am glad the language of Christmas is over.  I said Merry Christmas a lot more then I talked about Jesus. I thought more about what to buy for others then I thought about Jesus.  I got caught up in the holiday spirit more then I was filled with His Spirit.  Truthfully I am just glad to have Christmas behind me so I can get back to worshipping Jesus. 

                           Any thoughts on your Christmas? 


Monday, December 16, 2013

Selfie

 
Sunday, December 15, 2013



Sometimes others say it much better then I ever could. Such is the case with this post written by a young courageous wise hearted women, Abbi Jean Short.                                                

                                                  The age of the selfie


"Selfie" is a pretty good description of what's on most of our minds.
Oxford Dictionaries named "selfie" the 2013 "word of the year."*
While we're taking pictures of ourselves, there are 870 million* people in the world who are hungry.
While we're buying a venti at Starbucks for $4.45,almost half the world, over three billion people*, are living on less than $2.50 a day.

While we're deciding which of the 52 churches in our community we'd like to attend, 2.9 billion people in the world have no idea that they have a Creator who has a Son.  There's some balance that's clearly a little off.
I love America, I love Americans, I love having plenty of food to eat, I love churches.
God bless developed nations.

What I do not love, however, is that while many of us Americans come up with new extra things to burn our money on to make our lives a little more comfortable, our faces a little bit less flawed, our appetites a little more satisfied, other people are drawing their last breath because they don't have food to eat, without having ever heard the name of Jesus.

What are we going to do?

The One I'm serving, Jesus is His Name, told me that the way things are right now is how He knew they'd get.
But realize this, that in the last days difficult times will come. For men will be lovers of self, lovers of money, boastful, arrogant, revilers, disobedient to parents, ungrateful, unholy, unloving, irreconcilable, malicious gossips, without self-control, brutal, haters of good,…-2 Timothy 3:1-3
Aren't we all a bunch of lovers of ourselves? Lord, help us.

If American young people spent as much time praying for the nations as they did taking pictures of themselves, the 2.9 billion who have not heard the Gospel would probably have already heard it.

When is the last time you spent an entire day thinking about things that really mattered?  It's possible that you have never had such a day. Let's ask Jesus to give us more days like that and less days staring at our selfish selves.  Let's put down the cameras that we're holding up in front of our faces and get down on our knees before our Holy God.
He's got some things He wants us to accomplish on the earth, and some people He wants us to love.
When we listen, He guides us. I believe He will always guide us away from "selfie
 
 Posted by abbiejean 

What say you?






Friday, December 6, 2013

Standing In The Need of Prayer



It's me, it's me oh Lord, standing in the need of prayer. 

I don't think I have ever written something  as "fresh" as this is. 

The condo we rent is up for sale as of two weeks ago.  It's been a constant stream of real estate agents with their clients passing through. 
This morning I was in the bedroom still in my bed clothes heard people coming up our steps then heard them in our hallway.   Thanks God I was able to get the door closed and start reaching for clothes.    My husband heard them too,  went to see what the noise was when the door opens and about eight  real estate agents just came walking through right past him without even ringing the door bell first.  Of course they apologized, well sort of.  Within a  hour our door bell rang and there stood another agent with her clients wanting to go through the place.  All I could think was, the bathroom is a mess.  They went on and on how cute and warm the place looked and why were we not buying it? 

I have written a lot about control since it's a major struggle for me.  A lack of control makes me depressed, grouchy and hard to get along with.  Looking at circumstances through the words, "lack of control" makes me think I need to do something to get the control back.  But if I look through the lens of "lack of trust" I realize only God can build trust in me.  It's not something I can do naturally especially in the middle of the trial. 

God's timing is always perfect for I just started reading "The Fires of Delayed Answers"  by Bob Sorge.  Two months ago I bought this book for my kindle but just got around to reading it during the Thanksgiving week.  We were flying standby to Minnesota and back to California which holds a lot of unknowns, thing I cannot control.   We just made it out of Fargo, North Dakota before the hard snow storm hit, Chicago was a mess due to the front moving in.  We sit all afternoon through about four flights trying to get back west...finally after last flight of the night left  full we  got a hotel for the night.  The next afternoon we had to fly viva Las Vegas to Los Angeles through some pretty rough turbulent, you know the kind you grip your seat mate hand real hard.   Thanks God it was my husbands hand.  I tried hard to "lean in" to Jesus waiting for rough weather to pass, it did when we landed, only to have to go back through it on the next flight west.   

It has been encouraging to read how those bible character struggled with bad attitudes, worry, anger, depression and countless other negative feelings.  I know God is going to bring me through another move, His did it twenty seven times before and His grace and mercy will do it again.  I am just having a little trouble keeping that perspective at this point.   So that's why I am standing in the need of prayer.  Not prayer that our condo won't sell or an investor  will buy and we  can continue to rent it. Not even prayer for the next place we will move to.  Not even for the money it would take to buy this place ourselves.  Well maybe that would be my second prayer.  My first would be to trust Him so much so that I am a good testimony to those around me, my husband, our son, family, friends. 

It's been a couple of hours since the last restate agent left and we just found out in Simi Valley, Fridays are open days for realtors to come by...without calling first.   Totally out of my control.  

 Will you pray for me?  And is there something I can pray for you? 


                                                                                                          
 
                              

Monday, November 25, 2013

Thanksgiving 2013



So many of our friends have asked us, where are you going  for Thanksgiving?  To this I answer. We are heading up to the northern part of Minnesota where  snow is a given for this season to be with our daughter and family.  She has the house cleaned, a room ready for us and lots of good meals planned.  All too soon our ten days will pass   and we will  have to return to warm sunny Southern California probably a few pounds heavier.  I say "have to" because it is always hard to part from our family. 


For the life of me I cannot come up with anything profound to write tonight about thanksgiving.  Oh I could draw from others or even copy something from the web and try to embellish this post.  My heart is simple tonight so here is my simple prayer for you who stop by.  "I pray God be in  your thanksgiving...that He is bigger than the turkey on the table, sweeter than the pie you will consume.  I pray your conversation will be filled more with His name then any other.   And I pray you will  also be with family that is hard to part with. 

Psalm 107:1 "Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever." 

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Hardship







  Sometimes a picture takes your heart and wrings out feelings buried deep. I think of all the ordinary people I know whose live are filled with hardship yet they rise up daily with courage to face another day.    Each of us can name one or a few who have not let their hardship destroy  them.  Like a cowboy they rope that hardship,  throw it down and brand it to be used by God.  Then they let it go so all can see who they  belong to. 

Just recently I listen to a 27  year old woman tell her story of hardship.  Lyme disease was destroying her body yet she said, I would not trade my hardship for the relationship I have with my Lord.  Without it I would not have known His exquisite love.  Those words flowed from an ordinary young women who became extraordinary when she owned her hardship. 

         What comes to mind as you view the picture?




Saturday, October 19, 2013

The Vision No One Could Kill




Ever had a vision that died during the struggle to see it live.  Take heart, over two thousand years ago God the Father vision of redeeming the lost took on flesh and into the world came His Son, Jesus.  Today all over the world that vision is being played out by people just like you and me.  This story will captivate your heart and give you courage follow the vision God has given you. 
Below is an article from our New Tribes Magazine...NTM@works
The customs official warily scrutinized the boisterous group of seven fresh-faced young men standing before him — and the array of musical instruments they wanted to bring into Latin America.  What were these gringos up to?

In her book God Planted Five Seeds, Jean Dye Johnson recounts the ensuing conversation between the suspicious official and Joe Moreno—the only one of the group who could speak Spanish.

“What are you then, señores?  A band?”  “No señor, not a band.”

"An orchestra, then?”  “No señor, not an orchestra,” said Joe. “We are missionaries.”
The official’s black eyebrows shot up in astonishment. Missionaries? But you do not look like missionaries. You look more like football players.” Joe translated the comment to his companions and they all grinned.  The official was not amused.

“Since you are not an orchestra and not a band, I cannot dismiss the possibility that you have brought these instruments into the country to sell them.”

They were at an impasse until the customs official had a bright idea. They could prove the trombone, mellophone, two accordions, guitar, trumpet and cornet were for their personal use by playing something. The eager young men struck up a rousing hymn that quickly drew a crowd. Alarmed, the official let them go right away.
So began the 1942 journey of the first NTM missionaries into Bolivia’s “Green Hell” — the vast carpet of relatively unknown jungle stretching eastward from the base of the Andes Mountains.
But why? Why of all the places in the world did these seven young men choose to go there? Didn’t they have better places to go and better things to do? Why go to a jungle?
Because of a simple yet powerful vision.

The Vision Some Called Crazy:  Founders Paul Fleming and Cecil Dye birthed the vision of New Tribes Mission — to reach the last tribe for Christ in their generation. That meant going to the most remote people groups, those previously unknown to the outside world and with a never-before documented culture, language and belief system. It meant becoming an advocate for those who had no opportunity to pick up a Bible, turn on a radio or TV or drive to a nearby church — because those things didn’t exist for them yet. It meant taking the gospel to those who had no hope of hearing it unless someone would go and tell them.

That vision found a home in seven young hearts. If the goal was to reach the last tribe, someone had to be willing to go and reach the first one. So they said goodbye to everything dear and left their 1942 world behind — a world just as real for them as ours is to us.
When their plane took off that late November day, it was the same year Muhammad Ali, Roger Staubach, Harrison Ford and Joe Biden were born. Corn dogs and Milky Ways were the new favorite munchies of the day and the novel invention of duct tape would soon be on the shelves. Hugely popular pastimes included Saint Louis Cardinals games, Abbott and Costello routines, the recently released films Casablanca and Bambi, as well as Bing Crosby crooning the chart-topper “White Christmas.”
Yet it wasn’t only pleasant realities they were leaving behind.

Probably the hardest challenge of all for the young men, and one which they received serious criticism for, was choosing to leave the very real fighting of World War II to someone else. But these were not irresponsible, cowardly boys. They wanted to engage in battle — a raging spiritual one. As many before them, including the first disciples and the Apostle Paul himself, they wanted to give their lives for something they truly believed in, whether the world, or even other believers, approved or not.
So with the vision planted deeply in their hearts, they moved forward to take the gospel of Jesus Christ to one of the darkest places in the world, whatever the cost.

And for five of the men, it cost dearly. They lost their lives at the hands of the Ayoré people they were trying to reach.

The Vision Refuse To Die:  But the vision they believed in didn’t die. Their martyrdom breathed new life and passion into the hearts of others to go as well. Eventually, a church was established among the Ayoré people group, and some who had participated in the killings came to know the Lord themselves.

Once again, even death couldn’t thwart God’s plans.

What began as seven young men dragging their instruments through an airport has become 3,200 strong, carrying the vision on. NTM missionaries now work in Africa, Latin America and the Asia-Pacific region, live among 245 different tribes, translate Scripture in more than 100 languages and reach a new tribe with the Gospel every 45 days.The truth is setting tribal people free. However, the vision itself was not accomplished. Though faithful missionaries in the last generation gave their hearts and souls and, in some cases, even their lives in pursuit of the goal, reaching the last tribe for Christ didn’t happen.
So what hindered the progress?
The Vision Faces Reality:   As we’ve all discovered at some point in our lives, everything appears much smaller from a distance. From an airplane, trees look like bite-sized broccoli and cars shoot along like ants on caffeine. But come in for a landing and true proportions take shape.
As the task of reaching tribal people began in earnest and missionaries came up-close and personal with the reality of the situation, it was clear there were many more people groups throughout the world than previously thought, and hence, a bigger and more time-consuming job.

Along the same lines, the work of tribal church planting was found to be much more difficult than initially expected. As with our own ventures, what can seem like a doable project at the beginning, on closer examination, often turns out to have unknown facets which complicate matters. Reaching tribal people proved to be an “over the top” and “out of the box” massively challenging experience. Everything about it was hard. It was hard to get there, hard to live there, hard to love the people found there, very hard to learn and understand the tribal cultures, languages and animistic belief systems, and particularly hard to stay there for the long years it took to establish a maturing tribal church.  Not impossible, just extremely hard.  And so was the progress.
But probably the most significant hindrance to reaching the last tribe for Christ was the same problem that Jesus mentioned in His day.
The Vision Requires Laborers:  “The harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few.” Matthew 9:37
While the pool of those willing to be missionaries was already small, those willing to go into tribal areas was fewer still.  And it remains the case today.
More than 100 people groups (representing roughly 10 million people) have asked New Tribes Mission to bring them God’s Word, yet they’re still waiting for available missionaries. There are simply not enough laborers to go around.

Yet even as the enemy desperately flails about, managing to get off a few rounds here and there as he fights his losing battle, all his hindrances ultimately have no power to stop God’s plans.
While progress may have slowed, it never died. And neither did the vision. With renewed determination and zeal, the newly restated vision and goal of NTM as we move forward is the same as the original — to reach the last tribe for Christ in this generation .But with one-third of the world’s people groups still unreached—representing millions of tribal people—is it even possible?
Surprisingly, the goal is actually realistic today.

The Vision Is Doable Now:  Over the years since the first missionaries, valuable tools, techniques and training have been developed and proven highly effective in tribal church planting around the world. Also, missionaries now have the incredible power of computers and up-to-date software and technology available to them which those before us didn’t. But perhaps the most effective tool we have at our disposal today is the eagerness of both national and tribal believers to be trained and mentored through the process of establishing mature churches among their own people—and they’re asking NTM to be the catalyst to do it.
It’s already happening in Papua New Guinea. The Mouk tribe is now reaching the Lusi tribe and also the Kove tribe. The Ata tribe is now reaching the Mamusi tribe. And those are only to name a few.
The combination of these important factors makes the vision of reaching the last tribe for Christ in this generation more doable now than ever.
However, Romans 10:15 says, “How shall they preach, except they are sent?”
The Catch To The Vision:  All the tools in the box are useless without two groups of people willing to make them work:
• Those individuals willing to go and be the mouthpieces and those willing to go and be the manpower behind the mouthpieces.

• Those individuals and churches willing to disciple, mentor and eventually send both the mouthpieces and the manpower into the world and in addition, send abundant support and resources, including prayer, to assure their needs are amply met so they can focus on the job for the duration.
There is no third category for believers. Like inhaling and exhaling, the goers and the senders are equally necessary to breathe the life-giving truth of God’s Word around the world. If we as the body of Christ commit to freely go and freely send, the vision will become not only doable, but unstoppable.

Because Jesus broke through the chains of death and hell that victorious resurrection day long ago, breaking through the remaining barriers of worldview, culture, language, geography and politics in tribe after tribe around the world—in this generation — is very possible with God.
Acts 1:8 says, “But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be witnesses to Me in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria and to the end of the earth.”

Whether we’re in our 20s or in our 70s, if we’re still breathing, we are His witnesses — both as goers and senders — for this generation. God wants to use us, the global body of Christ, in the power of His Spirit, to spread the message of Jesus Christ to the ends of the earth.
But reading this magazine won’t get the job done.  Doing something will.

In 1942, seven fresh-faced young men plunged into the jungle — and the first tribe came to Christ.
Have you thought seriously about the part you can play?    Plunge in today.
Somewhere out there in the world the last tribe is waiting …

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Master of the Wind



The Santa Ana winds returned in the early hours of Friday morning, blowing through suburban neighborhoods in gusts that pulled the leaves from street trees and scattered them to mingle promiscuously with the fallen leaves of other streets. Real estate signs on their right-angle scaffolds swayed. Some premature Halloween garlands departed to the southwest. Some sleepers tossed uneasily in the drying air.
These winds blow from the northeast into the Los Angeles Basin from the Mojave Desert through the passes and canyons of the encircling mountains, accelerating their velocity and increasing their pressure with each lost foot of altitude. Some wind gusts in some seasons have reached hurricane force.


Santa Ana winds can also pose a serious risk after the dry summer months. Wild brush is like kindling from hell and all it takes is a spark to start a serious fire. “They are the most aggressive fire fight that we will be in,” said Los Angeles County Fire Captain Drew Smith. He said that when a fire starts, the fierce wind moves it really fast and throws embers through the air to start new fires up to two miles away.
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The few sentences above are from my web search question:  where do the Santa Ana winds come from?  

Below are my thoughts on the wind coming from anywhere in any place. 

 Walking in the Santa Anna winds can  be a dangerous walk.  I was glad I had my sunglasses on as leaves, paper, dirt and all other kinds of matter was being slammed against my body.  

With  determination I faced winds that were blowing down trees down, taking roofs off and causing full trash cans to roll out in the street spilling garbage.  I passed people working hard to save small trees they had just planted.  Telephone and electrical trucks lined the street evident power was down in some areas.  

This is my only defense for walking in the Santa Ana winds...I LOVE THE WIND.   Before starting this I read several articles explaining where the winds come from, why they are hot, what to do to keep fires from starting.  Throw a lite cigarette out your car window in California and it can be up to a thousand dollar fine if caught. These folks are serious about these winds and rightly so.  Hundreds of homes are burned each year.  I am very careful not to say too loudly that, " I love the wind."   

As I walked and views the destruction the winds was causing this song was playing in my mind.  In Mark 4:41 Jesus rebuked the wind.  I did hear a couple of people cuss the wind as I walk by  but did not hear one person rebuked it.  By now you probably know where I am going with this post.  If you have time listen to the song, Master of the Wind.  It will calm your heart, give you courage for what ever winds are blowing through your life at this time.  I better clarify something, I love the Master of the Wind more then I love the wind.   Better yet He love me more then He does the wind.   





Thursday, September 26, 2013

Bottom of the Well

I love meeting other wise hearted women, hearing all God has done in their life.  Rachel Dapper is a New Tribes Missionary  we met several months ago.  This tiny slip of a what looked like a young girl was actually a wise woman whose heart was to obey  the Lord.  Those words said long ago by others, Lord sent me, I will go, she heard and obeyed.    Now on the other side of the world, the adventure has left and just as He promised He is meeting her greatest need, Him.  Please pray as Rachel battles  discouragement, loneliness and hardships folks in the states never face.   Pray for Rachel Dapper as she takes the gospel to those who might never hear unless someone goes to tell them.  
 

 






















                            Rachel Dapper
                                                                                               
The current water shortage has lent a new meaning to “scraping the bottom of the barrel”.  In spite of careful rationing, I’m getting close to the end of my water supply and there’s no telling when the water will come back on again.  It could come on for a couple hours in the night.  It could come on tomorrow.   Or Sunday.  Or next Thursday.
I don’t know about you, but I’m not used to having to think about where I’m going to get water if I run out.  Actually, I’m just not used running out of water.  Ever.
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I left home 38 days ago, and it seems like both yesterday and an eternity ago.  I was prepared for the heat.  For the dirt and swarms of flies and being jostled around mercilessly on bumpy roads.  For begging children and overflowing sewers and exhaustion.  For standing out no matter where I go.
But there is an emptiness, a not-enough-ness, a nothing-ness that I was not prepared for.  I know so little.  I can do so little.  Things I was competent in back home are suddenly irrelevant.  Being in an environment so completely different strips away much of what I have seen as my identity.  My first instinct is to run away and hide in a corner where I can be left alone.

It didn’t happen all at once, but since I’ve been here, I feel like I’ve been drained.  Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually.  Yes, I feel like I’ve been drained right down to empty, and here I’ve discovered something.
Something I’ve known in my head but hadn’t experienced lately:

Being empty can be the very best thing to happen to you.

When I feel the crushing weight of my not-enough-ness, I experience God’s complete sufficiency.  When I feel like nothing, I remember God has promised to be everything I need.  When I’m empty, I learn that His purpose is “that [I] may be filled with all the fullness of God” (Ephesians 3:19b).  Filled with all the fullness of God.  That’s pretty incredible, isn’t it?                Remember how Paul compares us to jars of clay?  Unspectacular.  Fragile.  Empty.  Yet that very unspectacular-ness and emptiness is what makes them perfect to hold the treasure – the fullness of God Himself.  “…That the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us.”  (2 Corinthians 4:7b)

I am emptied to be filled. No, it doesn’t feel good.  No, I didn’t ask for it.  Yes, if there was another way to grow, I’d pick that.  But I know this is the place God wants me to be at: down to nothing.

And at the end of the day, not one of the things I’ve faced (or will face) can overpower me.
Nothing will be able to separate us from the love of God.  Nothing, nothing, nothing.