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Yes, it has been a long while. Forgive me as this year is packed full of mile marker anniversaries, birthdays, and graduations. Perhaps the celebrations will slow a bit and we here at God’s Word Girl can return to a more regular schedule. Perhaps . . . Without further ado, let’s dive into today’s post.

We were at a picnic at the in-laws’ home. Bob was carrying a crock pot into the house for his mom when he stopped dead still and turned to me. I was maybe about 20 feet away from him. He had a peculiar look on his face, like a fawn found in the thicket without its mother. I paused my conversation with a niece-in-law and looked at him, not understanding what he wanted.

“What?” I asked.

He continued with that odd expression.


His voice was low, so only those of us in close proximity could hear: “I’m not wearing a belt. My pants are falling down. I’m not going to make it (to the house).”

I got up from the bench, grinning, and went to his rescue, hiking up his jean shorts. He was wearing such nice, red, silky boxers. It seemed a pity to hide them but I understand his not wanting to put his underwear on display for the entire family. 😉

Bob’s experience made me think of several verses in the Bible that refer to “girding up the loins” (Proverbs 31:17, Job 38:3, 1 Peter 1:13, 1 Kings 18:46). People in Bible days wore long robes, down to their ankles. When in action, they reached between their legs, pulled the robe from the back to the front, and tucked it up into a girdle, in essence a belt, (which then probably looked like a baggy pair of shorts), so as not to restrict their movement.

Stay with me . . .

Mum saw the brightly colored field of flowers again, the one that has given us so much hope. It was nearly 3/4 of the way full. What she didn’t anticipate was seeing a black line under the green of the field. It alarmed her. Then she saw 2 ravens.

“What does this mean, LORD?” she asked.

“satan is trying to steal away the blessing. It is here, but he is trying to take it.”

Great, just what I wanted to hear.

I joined her vision with Bob’s near depantsing and considered all that we have been praying for as individuals and as a nation. We can’t quit. We can’t give up believing for and decreeing vocally what God wills until it is done. People, we must not be caught with our pants down! satan isn’t quitting, so neither should we.

There’s also a lesson to glean from the crock pot that Bob was carrying. I was attending a mid-week Bible study recently and the teacher was saying how we are a microwave generation, wanting things instantly, when food actually tastes better when slow cooked in a crock pot. I have heard her reference to this many times prior. But suddenly I had a new revelation that pertained not to our impatience, but how we behave while we’re waiting. When I assemble my meal I do not sit and watch it cook; that’d be pointless. Instead, I go about my day, attending to other things, and let the crock pot do the work. When we’ve committed our petitions to God, we must leave them with Him. He is capable. Continue in faith, trusting that it shall be done as He has said. Let’s give our prayers time to “cook” so we will taste and see how good the manifestations are. God will have His way.

After Mum saw the black, we returned to fortify our prayers concerning the original vision by reiterating our trust in His will and goodness toward us by praising Him. Guess what? Yellow flowers began popping up where Mum was seeing black. God is on the move. Let’s not doubt that. Join me in tucking our righteous robes into our belts, moving with God, and continuing in earnest to run for ourselves, our families, and our nations.

If we happen to see a brother or sister about to be depantsed, let’s not sit still and let them be humiliated. Go alongside and hike up their pants. Help is on the way. If you have it, offer it; if you need it, ask for it.

Let’s Sup

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Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

Revelation 3:20 KJV

There was a message given at our church recently and the “meat” of it referred to this verse. I am a very visual person so it was easy for me to imagine Jesus, standing at the door of people’s hearts, waiting for an invitation to come in. In my mind’s eye, it was a beautiful picture. It made me wonder how many people see the warmth in these words. Jesus is coming in tenderness, wanting to sup, to visit with us as we would any dear friend.

What I found interesting, while looking in one of my favorite commentaries, is that in this particular context, Jesus is speaking to Christians. Yes, it is a picture of an initial invitation, but it is also for those of us who have formerly let Jesus in. This was said to the pastor of the church at Laodicea who had become lukewarm.

Overall, this verse is for the unbeliever as well as the believer. What happened here, in this context? I guess the pastor forgot or got too busy to let Jesus know it was suppertime and therefore, did not invite Him in. Have you ever been in that position? I have.

I think we take our relationship with the LORD for granted at times. And what I’ve been hearing so often as of late is that people are peddling away at works but their hearts have remained unchanged. Case in point, Bob had been having some pretty intense conversations with Catholics concerning lent. I’ve participated in this sacred practice at various times though I am not of the Catholic church because I feel it helps me focus on the gift that God gave us through Jesus. Bob’s conversations have kind of been in the vein of why bother practicing if the heart remains far from the LORD? Why indeed? What is anyone accomplishing by giving up beer, or chocolate, or cursing for 40 days when the heart remains as far away from the LORD at the end as it was at the beginning? To make matters worse, one of these conversations was with someone who was pontificating about the merit of eating fish on Fridays while living with his girlfriend as his wife. That is called fornication. It is sin. As Bob has asked people repetitively as of late,

“Do you think God is going to say, ‘Good! You ate fish on Fridays. Marvelous! You gave up beer for 40 days. You continued in sin, with your heart remaining far from Me, but that’s okay. You did your just dues concerning lent and that’s good enough for Me.’ Do you think that’s what’s going to happen? No!”

If you think I’m going to go into a laundry list of dos and do nots then you haven’t read me very well or for very long. It’s the point of this knocking on the door. Relationships take effort.

I have a friend who is a great gifter. Over the years I have enjoyed the items, some quite unique, that she has brought to me and to my family. But her gifts pale in comparison to spending quality time with her. Without that quality time, there is no relationship. That’s what’s missing.

Many of us are so religious. We are conditioned so much in our beliefs and in our practices that I shudder to think how any of us would respond if we should meet Jesus face to face as the disciples did. How many of us would be named among the hypocritical religious leaders of His day?

It is my personal belief that part of the fallout from covid will be the ruin of religious institutions as we know them. To that I say, Hallelujah! and Good riddance! I’m fed up with the practices and beliefs and attitudes that have lured me away from the pure, unadulterated Gospel of Jesus Christ. In John 14 Jesus says, “These things will you do and more.” But are we doing them? Are we seeing people saved from hell, healed from sickness and disease, delivered from demons? Not often enough for my liking. I don’t resemble the Jesus that I serve to the extent that I desire. Guess what? It isn’t Him who is the problem.

So I go back to that invitation. I love spending time with my family. And I have a couple of friends that I can talk and laugh with for hours and those hours pass as if they were minutes. That’s our Jesus invitation. “Let Me in. I’ll sit and eat with you and we’ll talk for hours. What would you like to talk about? Is there something particular you’d like to know? Do you need direction?”

There are days when I sit at my Savior’s feet and worship Him. There are days when I pray 2 Chronicles 7:14 and repent on behalf of the wicked who know no better and for my own wayward self. There are times when I simply love on Him. It’s so difficult for me to imagine why anyone would intentionally hurt Him. Lest you think our Creator feels no pain from mankind, you are mistaken. We are, at times, no better than those who nailed Him to the tree. And yet . . .

“Do you hear Me knock? I wish to come in. It’s been a while. I want to catch up with you, hear your voice. And I have something wonderful that I wish to share with you.”

It is true. God made us because He wanted family. Jesus paved the way with His very Blood. Holy Spirit is ever present and longing to comfort us. It’s a great, mysterious gift that I desire to unwrap everyday for the rest of my life. Will you join me?

Work It

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In 2017, I began the year with prayer and fasting and seeking God in earnest. I have always had a soft spot in my heart for the LORD and sought to please Him in anyway I could. But suddenly, where I was, wasn’t enough. The cry of my heart was, “There has to be more — and I want it!”

God was faithful to answer my heart’s cry. I began a journey from which I have no intention of departing. In fact, I am past wanting “revival”. To me, revival is an event. What I believe we’re more in need of no longer warrants visitation; now, at this late hour, I believe the Church is in need of habitation. Getting to that place requires a consistent discipline to willingly examine motives and beliefs coupled with the fortification to cleanse what is necessary and receive fresh revelation.

Back to my topic of this now 5 year long journey. I’ve discovered some things I absorbed as truth but were mere religiosity and some things I haven’t given much conscious thought to but wished I would have. It’s been interesting indeed.

One of the things I want to share today wasn’t a stretch for me. Subconsciously I guess I always believed that God is all-powerful but He isn’t all-controlling. If that were the case the world wouldn’t be in the mess that it’s in. If you don’t have the stomach for thinking outside of the box that’s maybe built around you, then you will probably hate what I’m sharing today. If the current state of our world doesn’t make sense to you, but you can’t reconcile it because you’ve clung to “God is sovereign and if He wanted to He’d take care of it”, then today’s video will most likely offend you. OR, it just might cut a big slash in your box so you can escape. It’ll at least give you something think about. If you’re brave, you won’t immediately dispose it. You’ll ask God if there’s some truth to it and ask for assistance to see and receive it, just as I did.

If you’re feeling courageous, join me in killing a religious “sacred cow”. Hope you like beef ’cause it’s a lot to chew on.

Have a blessed day 🙂 !

It Came to Pass

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Being the celebration of Passover, Crucifixion and Resurrection, I wanted to write something profound, something that would take my readers’ breaths away and make them trip through this weekend, celebrating the holiest time for believers in Jesus everywhere. I had nothing. Then I read this, what I began writing some time ago:

“. . . read the 2 blogs for part of my devotions this a.m.  A thought came to me that I wanted to share.  “And it came to pass”…  I picked apart and camped there a short time.  IT came is anything that came.  You know pain, storms, unwanted pests, unsavory words . . .  Whatever, IT came.    But to PASS!!!  While reading “Waves of Glory”, I was thinking how the waves come and pass. Four little words I had forgotten about were, “this too shall pass.”  And as time passed, no matter how many ITS come at one time, they come to pass.  The thing is, remembering to have hope until it passes.”

Portion of a note sent to me from one of my favorite followers, my dear Mum! Her words so encouraged me that I wanted to pass them on in hopes that they would encourage you also.

  “. . .remembering to have hope until it passes.”

Tough, isn’t it? Just when it looks like “things” may be calming down, the dust is kicked up again until it feels like we’re in a sandstorm, so thick we can’t breathe let alone see. And yet . . .

It feels like it’s been Friday for over two years, but I’m here to tell you today, Sunday is coming.


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It was one of those melt-in-your-mouth, savor it, kind of days. The sun and breeze were what the laundry gods had ordered. Only our household’s chief laundry attendant, me, was out of commission. I’d had triple hernia surgery and was given very strict restrictions. Oh, you think I’m kidding? I am not.

I was not to bend over, not even to put on socks or shoes for 3 months. That chore, God love her, fell to Rachel. The surgeon told me that if I could avoid the chore of sweeping and scrubbing for a year, do it. I thought he was joking. He was not. I was not to lift over 10 pounds for a long time. I couldn’t look over my shoulder without feeling the strain of it in my abdomen. As you can imagine, my active lifestyle came to a screeching halt. And one of my most pleasant chores, hanging clean clothes in the sunshine, was ripped out of my hands.

I felt useless. My parents had been wonderful. Bob, of course, was still working full time and would on occasion buy groceries on the way home. The girls were doing a splendid job at maintaining the house but they also had school work to do. I would later discover that these precious girls would go off and quietly cry due to all the stress of Mama’s chores compressed with their full school load.

“You know,” they said, “we never realized how much . . .”

Wait for it . . .

I began to glow with the anticipated praise. How much Mum does. How hard Mum works. How wonderful Mum is.

“We never realized how much stuff Mum drops until we had to pick it up.”

Seriously? That was my daughters’ takeaway concerning one of the singular most difficult things we’ve had to wade through as a family? Lest you think they’re snots, they’re not. I am one of the most loved, honored, and blessed mothers I know.

Back to the laundry.

There it was: three hampers full and I could do nothing but look. I figured I could hang clean laundry but I couldn’t root through the hampers, reach to the recesses of the washer to pluck out the damp bundles, and there was NO WAY I was heaving a basket loaded with wet clothes. I couldn’t beg on the girls any further. They had to do their schoolwork. I was desperate. Then I remembered something.

A young woman from our church said, “If you need anything, call me.”


I picked up the phone.

“What are you doing, Mum?”

“I’m calling Kayla to see if she’s busy and if she really meant calling her if I need anything.”

Kayla did not hesitate. She came in record time. She rooted for, reached up, plucked out, heaved, and hung laundry. We sat in the sunshine on lawn chairs in between loads and shared the types of conversations women don’t get to have while inside the church. If she had any further reservations about me being lofty in a super spiritual kind of way, they were squelched that day. She realized we both had our own set of struggles, and she was not in my shadow as she had presupposed. I could be to her a friend, confidant, advisor, and teacher.

Kayla remained to me what I had thought. She was passionate, tender-hearted, a bit overly emotional at times (as if I never succumb to that 😉 ) and full of potential. I discovered that she could be trusted. She did what she said and said what she meant. I liked her. That day, with the breeze twirling our hair, laundry detergent wafting on the air, and smiles and secrets exchanged, a root of friendship was deeply sunk.

It wasn’t until this very week, years later, that I realized if I had not had that surgery, had not needed help, had not taken her up on the offer, we may never have reached the heights of friendship that we have. Suddenly, I applied this scripture to that period of time in my life:

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28

That experience was no fun. I trusted God, that He would perform a miracle and I would not have to have surgery. I vividly remember the day that I received peace concerning having surgery and I even knew what surgeon to choose. I also recall the devastation I felt when I came to and realized that the surgery had taken place. I had hoped, up until my last conscience moment, that God would miraculously touch me.

Good things did come out of it, though. The girls reached greater levels of maturity and responsibility. The LORD took me to greater depths of learning to let things go and trusting in Him. And He gave me a most precious jewel — my friendship with Kayla.

Maybe you are going through a difficult time right now. Perhaps you received a bad diagnosis, lost a loved one, have been set back financially, are in relational discord, etc. Maybe you are in the place that I was when I came to from that surgery and realized the miracle I so desired had not taken place. Maybe you don’t know where to go from here.

I want to comfort you and remind you that God truly does work all things for good to those who love Him and are called according to His purpose. I doubt I will ever believe that surgery was God’s perfect will concerning me, but God gifted me a beautiful friendship from the ashes of that experience.

I also want to give you a thumbnail version of what the LORD told Mum and she shared with us recently. Our sorrows, tears, joys, everything that we experience, it is hooked together like an endless chain of marquis shaped diamonds. It is beautiful and precious to God and He makes diamonds out of everything that we commit to Him.

I want to add to that a mental picture that I had while praying over someone. Picture a person being on their hands and knees, peering into placid water. Just beneath the surface is the thing for which they’ve been longing and believing. That’s where I think we are, all of us who have continued in faith. We are peering into those still waters with our answers just beneath the surface.

I hope, until you hold that thing in your hand for which you’ve been believing, that you will join me in reflection. Take the time to remember what God has brought you through, what He’s brought you to, and perhaps what He’s brought to you. Like me, you may see the face of a treasured friend.


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It’s been a really difficult time for me as it has been for many others. There are things I look forward to sharing with you later but now is not the time. The words aren’t flowing. What is flowing is thanksgiving. I am filled with gratitude for God being who He is and showing up in the midst of my mess. He is everything to me.

It is my hope that you will join me in worship with a song that refreshes and reignites my weary soul. May it do the same for you.

God gives water and rest to the weary and refreshes the weak and sorrowful soul. (Based on Jeremiah 31:25)

Love is . . .

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Fatigue has been plaguing me as of late. I have some pretty big stress factors in my life currently and I’m 90% sure that’s what’s generating most of the fatigue.

I woke with Bob, as usual, and began to prepare his breakfast, as usual, and felt myself being irritated internally. It was the last day of the work week. I woke up feeling tired and short of patience. It’s amazing how cranky I can feel so early in the day. That’s not good. I doubt Bob noticed as I kept by my mouth and actions in check. I, however, knew something was brewing internally and it wasn’t Bob’s fault. After he left for work, I made short time in getting to my prayer chair and my Bible. I felt prompted to read what most believers dub, The Love Chapter. This is it in part:

Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 NLT

I felt horrible. I wonder how long I can live, reading that chapter over how many years, and still fall short. I trudged to the kitchen to sweeten my big mug of tea which had been steeping. I felt defeated, helpless, and hopeless. I was certain Holy Spirit dropped that portion of scripture into my spirit today. Was I to be banged up by yet one more thing?

The whisper was sweet. “No, go back and read God into it.”

Immediately the scripture, “God is love”, came to mind.

This was new. I’d always heard that God is love but I never looked at this passage of scripture that way before. With renewed vigor and eagerness I returned to it.

Read aloud with me but replace “love” with God.

God is patient and kind. God is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. He does not demand His own way. He is not irritable, and He keeps no record of being wronged.  He does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out.  God never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.

Tears streamed down my face again but for a different reason this time. They were not born of sorrow and repentance, but of gratitude. Especially the part about God not recording our wrongs. That is why I felt so sorrowful; I do not love as He loves and we both know it. I feel like I fall so short at times!

“You are too hard on yourself,” the LORD told me again. “You exact from others the perfection you expect from yourself. Stop it. Let it go. Adjust your course as the course demands.”

We don’t walk in a straight line, but God will keep us on the straight and narrow if we let Him. That’s what He meant by adjusting my course. And the “let it go” part, well that made me think of part of the story a man told about his visit to Heaven.

He was in presence of God. His glory and holiness were palpable. His glory weakened him and His holiness kept urging him to repent. When in the presence of Jesus, the man was able to stand. He began to say, “I’m sorry–” Jesus interrupted him. He didn’t see a sinful man, He saw a man who was holy because he had received His gift of redemption. God does not keep a record of our wrongs, to do so would invalidate the price Jesus paid and we would not be forgiven. Those of us who choose Him, we are forgiven; we are holy.

I wept and worshiped God. He truly is the friend that sticks closer than a brother. He is with me whenever, through whatever, and wherever. We have a nearly constant dialogue. It got me to thinking about others in my life.

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I then visualized an old fashioned library catalog. Each drawer represents a person or relationship in my life. I reflected on The Love Chapter and changing course in light of this. We do have constant needs. The need for love, for example, is constant. However I do believe that there are different facets of love that we may need to call upon during different phases of our relationships. I prayed for the LORD to show me how I can display His love to certain individuals at this point and time in their life.

I’m not doing this love thing perfect. But then neither are you. But that’s okay because God is love, and as long as we are willing, He will help us grow in it.

Join me today in basking in the love of God and sharing it with others.

Oh, and by the way, Love (God) never fails. 1 Corinthians 13:8a

“Get Out of the Boat”

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A close friend of mine called to tell me how much she’s enjoying God’s Word Girl. She is really encouraged and read “It is Settled” several times. Even before this story went public it was one of her favorites. It was a timely call; I did need encouragement, not necessarily concerning God’s Word Girl, but I did need encouragement.

Ever feel like the ceiling is coming down on your head? Boy has that been the case with me lately!

I told my friend, “I feel like I’m in a boat on a stormy sea.”

“Well then,” she says, “be encouraged. Know that Jesus is walking on the water and He’ll come to you and tell you what to do.”

“Yeah,” I says, chuckling, “He’ll tell me to get out of the boat.”

She says, “I’m sorry I didn’t encourage you like you encourage me.”

“Oh, but you did, just by calling,” I tell her. And I also tell her, “I guess I’ll have to write the post that I want to read.”

That, coupled with, “Get out of the boat,” really got me to thinking.

I maybe feel like I’m in a little boat on a stormy sea because of transition.

I resigned from the Sunday evening leadership of our small group.

There is a church situation that at times has made me feel sick to my stomach with what I sense going on in the spiritual realm.

I have a friendship that feels like a ticking time bomb.

Death is still around us.

And I’ve been having a lot of pain — which I shamefully admit I also believe is mostly stress related.

I’m not the only one in this boat or in this place.

So here we are, eyeballing each other, mystified and wondering, Where do we go from here? It’s wet, it’s cold, it seems endless, fruitless, and feels hopeless. And yet . . .

. . . look with me toward the horizon. Squint your eyes if you have to. Do you see the figure, the form of a Man walking toward you? He’s on the water. We’re in our boats, weeping and wailing and wondering, “When God, when?” and yet here He is, bearing the scars of His love for us. He’s walking toward us.

Read the account in Mark 6:45-52. It’s interesting. The disciples, against their better judgment, are in the boat because Jesus told them to get in and go to the other side. They were fishermen. Something tells me they had read the storm in the sky, but they proceeded out of obedience and respect for the Master. What they fear, a storm, comes upon them and Jesus isn’t with them. He remained behind to pray.

In the wee hours of the morning, the boat is rocking, the disciples are toiling, and here comes Jesus walking. Only there’s a peculiar verse that says He would have passed them by. Isn’t that a curious thing? Jesus would have passed them by. What stopped Him? They cried out to Him.

That sounds so simple, but look around. Do you think our world is in the state that it is in because people are crying out to Jesus? No. It’s in the state that it’s in because people are still determined to do it their way. Worse, there are some who are sold out to doing it satan’s way.

Back to our story:

“It is I,” He said, “do not be afraid.”

Here’s where it gets even better.

Peter says, “If it’s really You, LORD, then tell me to come.”

“Come,” He says. And Peter goes. He walks on the water! Yeah, yeah, yeah, so Peter began to sink. Who are we to criticize him? How many of us have even gotten out of the boat lately?

I was reading commentary and found some correlating notes and scriptures fascinating. But it was this in particular that struck me. Let’s look at Ephesians 3:20: “Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us,”. We love the first part of that verse. God is able to do exceedingly, abundantly above all that we ask or think! Yay, God! You go! Ah, ah, ah, hold on. He does all of that according to the power that works in us. What does that look like? It looks like Peter getting out of the boat and walking on the water.

We want God to stop the storm and He is able, but are we going to cooperate with Him through faith to obtain the miracles we so desire? Are we willing to get out of the boat let alone cry out to Him? Are we willing to follow Him wherever He may go?

No matter how stormy, rocky, or scary, if Jesus says, “Come,” then get out of the boat. The boat is false security. True safety, shelter, and security is where Jesus is, even if there are gales and 30 foot waves to go with them. We’re deluding ourselves if we believe there is peace outside of Jesus Christ.

I implore you, HOLD ON. Wait and listen for His voice and when He bids us, “Come,”

. . . join me in getting out of the boat. Remember, if Holy Spirit is in us then we have the power to get out of the boat and walk on the water. Is the risk worth the benefit? I believe that it is.

Waves of Glory

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I woke up this morning feeling like I was under a black cloud. The basement had water. Bob and I both had pain. I was thinking about needs of other family members and about a conversation I had with a friend yesterday. She wanted my advice as to what she should tell her children (who are younger than mine) about Russia and Ukraine. They are afraid. I didn’t have much to tell her. Quite frankly, this world has been a flat out freaky place to live for over the past 2 years. This is “just one more thing”, says Columbo, one of my favorite detectives.

But today I decided to shut that black cloud down. There was a time in my life when I might have bore it for the rest of the day, maybe even into the next. But not now.

After Bob left for work, and I did a couple little things (stoke the fire, make a cup of creamer with added coffee 🙂 ), I sat down to a video devotion, worship music, and my journal. I was determined to have the Son. Holy Spirit did not fail to meet with me.

During Sunday morning worship, I was smiling ear to ear thinking about a sentence the LORD whispered. What He said to me was, “I Am riding the wave.” That may not seem extraordinary until it is coupled with the end of the prayer on my devotion this morning: “Redeeming God, bring a tidal wave of glory into the earth.”

So this is what I say to the water in my basement, to the pain in my body, to the concerns I have for family, to the dear friend who doesn’t know what to tell her frightened children, and to the unrest in the nations:

“Give way to the God of the tidal wave and His glory.”

I don’t know how, I don’t know when, but I know that I know that I know that God will have His way. And it will be good.

Let’s thank Him in advance for His deliverance. Join me in worship with this song that flooded my soul and let us proclaim together the holiness and worthiness of the LORD.

It is Settled

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Foxy came to us nearly 10 years ago as a stray.  Bob’s first thought was to shoot her because she looked like a fox and no healthy fox would get that close to people.  Erego the name Foxy.

Mother’s Day weekend in 2020 was cold.  Very cold indeed.  We brought Foxy in Friday night.  I let her out in the morning to do her business.  Bob took her out noonish and thought she would follow him around while he tinkered in the garage/yard.  Not that she’d do much following, she’d been pretty sedentary those days, especially since the passing of Cowboy the prior spring.  The wind was frigid so Bob’s tinkering was short-lived.  Foxy’s near deaf so he motioned for her to come in but she showed her disinterest by not giving up her spot by our swing in the yard.  I doubt the air effected her much, her coat’s incredibly thick.  Hey, the animal wanted fresh air.  When she wanted to come in we’d gladly receive her.

We checked on her periodically but she still showed no interest in coming in.  Then, when once again I looked out, she was gone.  Just like that.  Gone.

We hated to think it but wondered if she ended up in a ditch.  She never was really road savvy.  Bob didn’t find her there.  We were bewildered as to what might have happened to her as she didn’t move fast or far.  About 2 weeks after her mysterious disappearance we saw vultures circling the hillside across from the road where we live.  Bob bemoaned not knowing for sure what happened to her.  If she had died he had at least wanted to give her a “proper burial”.

I wrestled with her disappearance for different reasons.  It had been that March, perhaps April, when I was thinking about making plans for her care as camping season would soon be upon us.  Suddenly, the LORD says to me, “Things will be settled with Foxy by the end of June.”  Her sudden disappearance in the middle of May was disconcerting.  Disappearance is not “settling”.  Did I hear the LORD right?

The days after Foxy’s disappearance plodded on.  Bob had had hope, but it, like Foxy, had vanished.

Stay with me as it may seem like what I’m about to tell you next isn’t connected, but it is.

On the last day of April, we had a visiting pastor minister to us.  He was preaching on waiting for promises for 5, 10, 15 years and he basically said, “In the next 30 days you are going to see the beginning of the fulfilling of those promises.”

I could go into detail about some of the promises we’ve been holding onto but now is not the time for that.  Suffice it to say, we had been holding to a promise as a couple for 20 years and I had been holding on to a personal word for 30 years.  “In the next 30 days . . . .”  I received the word with gladness.

The girls did major bedroom cleaning in that spring.  Due to covid, I guess a lot of people did.  It warranted having a yard sale and, boy did we!  People came by the droves just to have some semblance of normalcy.  One young woman asked if she could have her picture taken with our wares so she could share “First yard sale of the season” on Facebook.  That was funny.  So was the woman who said her son left her somewhere because he said she could have 10 minutes but she took 15.  We had a lively conversation and a lot of laughs with her.

The girls went to collect our sale sign at the sale’s end at the intersection near our home.  Laura came in with an expression on her face that I’d never seen before.  She scared me.

“Mum,” she said, “you’re never going to believe who we saw walking on the road!”

I was mystified.  She looked like she’d seen a ghost.  “Who?”



For 2 days I walked around in shock.  While ruminating, I felt prompted to look at the calendar.  Foxy returned to us exactly 30 days after her disappearance.  Thirty days.  We found out that a neighbor had taken care of her.  We never saw her because she was in their backyard, across the street.  Imagine, gone 30 days and she was literally on the other side of the highway.  I was just as mystified by her return as I was by her disappearance.  In fact, I had written in my journal that, “Foxy departed as she came, quiet and unexpected like.”  But was this the “settled” that God whispered to my heart?  It was only the beginning of June when she returned so I kind of thought not.

We have a departed friend who used to say that the physical realm mirrors the spiritual.  In light of this I asked Mum what was the meaning of Foxy’s return.  She said her first thought is that Foxy represents restoration.  She was restored to her home.

“You and Bob have had a lot of things stolen from you over the years.  You are going to have it restored.  You are moving into a season of restoration.”

As if to reinforce her immediate thought, a friend that the girls had lost contact with nearly a year before suddenly emailed them and made plans to camp with us. Restoration.

Has God said, “‘You are healed”?  Then you are healed.

Has He said, “I will supply all your need”?  Then all your need is met.

Has He said, “It is well”?  Then be at peace.

Has He said, “Vengeance is Mine”?  Then let it go.  

God who spoke cannot lie.  Not won’t lie; cannot lie.  Sometimes it is difficult for us to grasp the things of God because we have allowed ourselves to become too familiar with humanity.  Take my husband for instance.  Occasionally he sells things.  Sometimes people call and say they’re coming to look, we wait, and they never come.  On different occasions people have even given us cash down on the item he is selling but they never return to pay in full and pick up what they said they would purchase.  Humanity has taught us that it will fail us, it will let us down, it will lie.  This is the experience that we walk in everyday.  God is wanting us to look past our experience with humanity and place our hope in something we can’t see, Him and His Words.  And He’s asking us to hope until faith comes and we do see.  This is alien to many of us.  But until we grasp this we don’t get to experience what:

“Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,
Nor have entered into the heart of man
The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”  1 Corinthians 7:9

And He does love us, so very, very much.

And what of Foxy? She quietly passed away on a Sunday afternoon, June 28, 2020, before our first camping trip of the season. Things with Foxy were settled.

Those words that God dropped into our hearts, let’s hold on and don’t let go. They will all come to pass.