The Day After Nothing

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Life is hard and then you die.

Not your typical encouragement from God’s Word Girl, is it? Don’t worry, just my odd sense of humor coming through. This post gets better, honest.

I used to say that, though. Looking back it’s kind of funny now because I said that when I was younger. Like, before marriage, kids, a mortgage, car payments, electric bills, phone bills — you get the picture. Before life was ripe with responsibilities. I consider it a badge of spiritual maturity that I no longer say that. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t occasionally think it.

Quite frankly, I’ve been battling sinking feelings lately. It’s mostly because my expectations concerning answers to prayers have not been answered in the way or time that I had anticipated. Although this has been subject matter of mine before, it bears repeating, especially since I’m not the only one wrestling with this.

There is an older couple from our church whose husband has been on a physical roller coaster ride for 4 years, maybe more now. He’s bed fast and aware, but unable to speak. The twins had made cards for our friend in honor of his birthday this month so Beth and I went to deliver them. The wife’s eyes were swimming with tears as she softly said, “I had thought by Easter . . . ” and then she shrugged. Neither are willing to quit the fight but the weariness of battle is evident.

I try to abstain from asking the LORD “How long?” But like my life is hard statement, that doesn’t mean I’m not thinking it. Mum has said I was a bit of a nag growing up. I admit it. What causes the nag in me to come out is being told something’s going to happen and then when it doesn’t, I wait. And wait. And wait. And then I begin to nag. Anyone else out there suffering with the symptoms of taking-too-long-timeitis? That makes me smile. Taking too long by whose standards? God is obviously adhering to His own timetable and if I have done all He has told me to do and am keeping the faith, there’s nothing I can do besides wait.

I think of another friend of ours. She and her husband have had quite the ordeal with the process of fostering a child with adoption being the end result. The day the LORD revealed that this child was to be part of their life was a buoyant day indeed. For two years they prayed, believed, did the proper paper work, integrated him into their family at every opportunity, cooperated with the family member who was their contact, jumped through every hoop, and persevered through the maze of red tape. On Good Friday, however, I got a frantic text. The boy’s family member had driven my friend to her utter limit. Her plea boiled down to, “Pray!” Which I did. I prayed a bold prayer; I asked the LORD to rectify the situation in time for Easter. After 9 p.m. Saturday night the text came: He’s here!!!! Nearly an hour later a picture of my friend, smiling from ear to ear, holding their new son. What a long, drawn out battle, but then, SUDDENLY.

As Beth and I were parting from our older friends, I said to the refreshed wife, “You know, nearly every time I wait a long time for an answer, I think of the story about Jesus healing the blind man. The people wanted to know who sinned, the man or his parents. Jesus said, ‘Neither. But that the Father may be glorified’.” And the wife and I said in sync, “When it is time.”

God has not forgotten us. The Blood of Jesus still has its power. Holy Spirit is invading the earth. Angels have been dispatched and are warring. Things aren’t happening according to my timetable, but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t happening. I was speaking to yet another man just last week about some general expectations we as Believers have concerning the Church as a whole and our nation (and other nations as well). I said, “I believe there is a lot more going on than we realize. One day we will know about it.”

God said He will have His way. He who promised can not lie. He said many enemies from without as well as within the Church have tried to destroy His Bride, but He won’t have it. When it is time, and He will receive the most glory, He will shake the earth with the evidence of His awesome existence. In the meantime, He is looking for those who will take His name and His armor, and battle for the souls of those crying out to Him day and night for salvation. Will we be those who are named among His great army? I want to be. I can think of no greater calling.

But what about this time thing? Beloved, when you did all you know to do, Just stand. Our Father has a treasury full of Suddenlies and at the most opportune time they will be poured out on the faithful. There are no “nothing” days. God is always up to something. He is always on the move. Maybe we won’t see the fruition of His hand today, but we will see it. Until then, please join me and worship Him for simply Who He is. God is love. God is forgiving. God is faithful. “His goodness is running after me.” Sing it. Say it. Share it. Believe it.

Beautiful Messes

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Once again I have been writing in my head. What makes it to God’s Word Girl is far and few between. It’s a shame, too, since some of the blogs I’ve mentally compiled are fantastic — if I do say so myself.

Part of my issue is a genuine one, though. My computer is old. Sometimes it throws fits while I’m on it and it shuts off without warning. And there I am. Computerless. I don’t know about other bloggers but I’m not able to post without certain tools — a computer being a very necessary one. So, if I drop off again it could be a toss up between mental compilations that never make it to print or my computer passed out on me . . . again.

Another problem is that I have so much that I want to write and so many directions in which I could go that it’s hard to pick one. The twins have been hard at work polishing activities for the tween’s devotional book that we’re creating so I want to keep up with the writing there. Another part of me is chomping at the bit to get back to a novel one of my closest friends has waited for for literally decades now.

Yet another problem is that I’ve been preparing to move. That’s no small feat. What to keep? What to toss? What to donate?

There I go again, rambling. See, this is what has been going on in my head and in my home lately. Too much, too much, too much . . . .

One night my husband and I heard strange noises. Neither one of us could quite tell what the noise was or from where it came. Apparently neither one of us had enough energy or concern to get up and look, either. When the kids were young my radar was prime. If the least little thing didn’t sound right with them I was out of bed. Meanwhile, they could cry their heads off and Bob would sleep right through it. On the other hand, that man would be on his elbow listening or at the window looking if he heard a strange vehicle or an unusual noise in our neighborhood. Those types of things tripped his radar. Apparently on that night, there were no child worries for me and no neighborhood worries for him so we proceeded to go to sleep.

Before he left for work the next morning I told him that I thought the noises may have come from our closet. I think I mentioned in prior posts that ours is a very old house, some parts being 100 years old. Obviously people then had little use for closets. Our built-in closet in our master bedroom is a 3 foot rod. Yep, that’s it. No shelves, no other rods, no nothing. That would be fine for the couple whose wife didn’t like dresses and blouses and whose husband didn’t wear uniforms, but that’s not us.

Shortly after we moved into this house, while Bob was working second shift, Dad built us a BIG closet out of one of those kits you can buy at any home department store. It’s mobile, kind of, and takes up a pile of room in our bedroom, but so would all of the clothes if they were helter skelter. My dear closet began to buckle. One shelf kind of fell sideways a couple of days earlier. But on the night of all of the noise that shelf totally gave out and down came my sweat pants and the blouses that hung on the rod beneath. I guess it could’ve been noisier but all of the clothes collapsing kind of muffled the sounds of anything breaking.

For nearly 2 weeks I looked at the mess and wondered what was the meaning of life. I’m kidding! I wasn’t wondering that although I did wonder if I could get rid of enough clothes so that all of them would fit on one rod. I also wondered if God might be trying to tell me something about what to keep, donate, or toss . . . ?

Have you given much thought as to what’s in your closet lately? Are you filled with unforgiveness, anger, pride, or selfishness? Are your rods and shelves heavy laden with worry and the cares of this world? Are the noises coming from those deep recesses disturbing your sleep? Funny how closing a curtain or shutting a door doesn’t get rid of the things that lie behind. Only the Blood of Jesus can do that.

My challenge to you is to join me in examining our hearts and face what is lurking there. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how the writers of the Psalms asked God to search them and see if there was any wicked way in them. If so, there was then a plea, “Create in me a clean heart, O God! Renew a right spirit within me! Please don’t cast me away from Your presence! Don’t take Your holy Presence from me!”

If we live by the world’s standards we are living too low. Holy Spirit will flourish in vessels who honor Him. If Jesus wouldn’t say it, do it, or dwell on it, then neither should we. I don’t know about you, but I want to rise to the heights of my God given authority while simultaneously sinking into the depths of His limitless love.

I will try to come to you again much sooner next time although at this point that may depend a lot on the state of my computer. I do miss you and I miss our time together. Be blessed and go in the grace of our LORD Jesus Christ. And let the searching of our hearts begin.

The Sands of Time

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At times I held my breath, sometimes I clutched the door handle, sometimes I pushed my foot against the car’s floorboards as if that would slow the car down; it didn’t. Yet I remained closed-mouthed or waited until the “moment of terror” ended before I gently instructed. Laura giggled about how my head bobbled when she hit the pot holes a little harder than intended and Beth relished taking the turns around the snow banks that the plow truck made in the parking lot. I tried taking it all in stride. I didn’t want to risk freaking out the new drivers or damaging fragile confidences.

It didn’t seem so long ago that Dad was white-knuckling the door handle while softly instructing me on the wonders of driving a vehicle.

The passage of time has made itself ever real to me. I realized today that on my side of the family we have lost 4 relatives in just a little over a year; an aunt, an uncle, and two cousins. Then I proceeded to reminisce about those we have lost long ago.

I remember Bob and I having a conversation about “lines”. Picture soldiers in formation, great grandparents in the front (if you have them), then grandparents, then parents, then you, then children (if you have them),etc. As people pass on, the next generation moves forward. It’s kind of eerie thinking about the front lines thinning out and realizing that one day you’re going to be it. But remember none of us are promised tomorrow (James 4:14). My cousins that passed away were in their 40s. Sometimes death reaches past the front lines and snags someone prematurely. I hate when that happens.

The most recent death in our family brought a startling thought to my dad: out of my grandparents’ brood of 13, he is now the oldest surviving son. That’s startling on a couple of different plains. I don’t care much for the thoughts of my parents aging, but they are. I definitely don’t care much for the thoughts of me aging, but I am. All I need do is look around my table to confirm that. Often I wonder where my babies went. I used to question if I would survive their childhood or keel over in pure exhaustion yet here they are, young adults. Tick-tock . . . .

A story came out following my uncle’s death. He was in a hospital bed in another room. My aunt had a monitor at the foot of his bed so she could check on him from her own bedroom. One night he was talking to Grandma and Grandpa. Was my uncle seeing his parents in his own suspended state of death? I don’t know. But here’s what I do know: death was never meant to be a final farewell. My uncle lived a wild life, a “rascal” was what one of my aunts called him. But guess what? He came to Jesus. He was water baptized, fully submersed, while wearing a t-shirt saying, “I Have Decided to Follow Jesus”. It was a late-in-life conversion, and he carried on with some of his former bad habits, (I imagine they may be difficult to break after decades of practice), but it was genuine. I remember glancing at him in church and thinking how happy he looked to be in God’s house. After many years of wandering, he had finally come home. The message the day of his funeral:

It is not too late and you have not gone too far to come to Jesus. God’s deepest desire is for us to come to Him.

The saddest part about death is remaining. It leaves the living too much time to think about what they could have done differently. A neighbor lady told me about a friend of hers who spent all of the time she could with her mother because she was elderly. Little did she know that her husband would die unexpectedly many years before her mother did. Did she regret not spending more time with her husband?

Maybe we should try to live today without regrets. Make that phone call. Write that letter. Send that text. Give that hug. Say that word. Don’t put off tomorrow what you can do today — and make sure people top the list, not things. I know, I know, it’s hard. Work and chores must be done. Yes, that’s so. But sprinkle the mundane with the spectacular. Set out the good dishes for no particular reason and when there is no company. Play with the kids. Laugh with your spouse. Call that friend you haven’t spoken with for a while. Make an impromptu visit or call to parents or siblings. Let those who have been away from church know that they are missed. Take up a new hobby. It’s not too late. My uncle was proof of that. He had a lifetime of rough living, but towards the end, he chose Jesus. I’ll remember the light of his countenance and the smile on his lips. He had finally come to know true love, joy, and peace.

Join me in being more aware of those around us. Can we help them find their way somehow? Can we encourage them? Let us also be conscious of the passing of time for it is slipping by so very, very quickly. May God guide us in spending our moments wisely.


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Cassie’s mother rejected her. Between Bob’s brother’s full time job and work at his farm, he didn’t have time to nurse a calf. Truth be told, my 3 children were young then, I didn’t have much time either. But I couldn’t resist the urge to play the heroine and try to save a cast off animal. So Cassie came to stay with us. Mum helped me with my mission more than anyone else, she and I making trails in our lawn from our house to Cassie’s temporary home. We did our best but to no avail. In nature, the death knell tolls for babies who are rejected by their mamas. Cassie was no different. It was a crushing loss; we had tried so hard to save her. But something more devastating was about to come. God used this particular life experience to give me a loud and clear message: Despite my best efforts, “Not all will be saved.” I cried for days after I heard that. Even now it squeezes my heart when I think about it.

Today’s memory was triggered by a scripture I read: “By faith Noah, being warned of God of things not seen as yet, moved with fear, prepared an ark to the saving of his house; by the which he condemned the world, and became heir of the righteousness which is by faith.” Hebrews 11:7

No one had seen an ark, much less rain, but God showed them to Noah in a dream. Noah believed or why else would he have toiled to build an ark and suffer under the weight of the ridicule that came with it? I imagine that what kept him stable was the memory of the dream and the terrible vision of its fulfillment that lie ahead. Unlike the other humans on planet earth at that time, Noah had a reverential fear of the LORD. He knew that when God said, “ENOUGH!” it was time to stay out of His way and do what He said to do without question.

God gave a way of escape to whosoever would get in the ark. Today He gives a way of escape to those who will receive, commit to, and confess Jesus. But those eerie words echo in my head, “Not all will be saved.”

God is speaking through today’s prophets. There are two instances of the prophetic in my own life that keep coming back to me. The first Word came to our congregation on January 5, 2020.

“I have drawn you in circles of love. I have called you by name. I love you. Come to Me. Step into My embrace. Let Me cover you for you do not know the time, the evil, what lurks in the shadows, but I do. I would protect you. Step into My embrace. Let Me cover you. Come into My bosom. I will be to you a shield and a buckler. Will you continue to refuse and resist Me? Do not! Come to Me. For you do not know the time or the evil. I Am your Father, Healer, Friend, Savior, Deliverer, all you could ever want or need, I Am. Come to Me.”

One of the scriptures that came to mind following this Word was from Isaiah 26:20 where we are told to hide ourselves for a little while until the LORD’s anger is passed. What really encouraged me about this Word from the LORD is that He said if we would step into Him, He would hide us. Many times God presents opportunities to us in His Word: “If you will ______, then I will ______.” Fill in the blanks. On our part, it’s simple obedience. Yeah, simple yet complex all in one nut shell, eh?

In my prayer time on April 14, 2020, the LORD showed me three pictures (not in any particular order):

The first looked like a genie’s lamp. It was suspended in mid-air with the bluest colored sky as a backdrop. From it poured an abundance of oil that covered the earth and it did not cease. I believe it represents Holy Spirit’s anointing and divine healing for everyone.

The second was a collision of pictures, mostly spring/summer-like and the words, “The trees bud and the flowers bloom.”

The third picture was a high-powered spotlight and the words, “Nothing hidden will remain.”

Many are the times I have returned to these precious Words and pictures when I felt like my hope was waning.

Today’s post is two-fold. Ours is a lost and dying world. We must be the Noahs in our generation. We must push through the ridicule and continue to proclaim Jesus Christ and do our best to encourage faith in Him. “Not all will be saved.” Yes, that’s the sad truth. Agrippa told Paul, “You almost persuade me to be a Christian.” Paul’s heart must have sunk, Almost? Here’s the thing about that story, Paul gave it his best shot. We’re not responsible to judge, condemn, or browbeat people into salvation. We are responsible to share the Good News of the Gospel. When is the last time you reached out to someone on behalf of Jesus? It’s easier than we think, really. Just love.

The second part of this post is hope. God is not done. He has made certain promises that will not fail. Hold on. Keep the faith. Do not succumb to the lying taunts of the devil for I hear rumbling in the distance. It is thunder. It is the sound of God walking on the shores of our nations. Now isn’t the time to hide in the dark. It is time to shine and bring whosoever will with you as you step into the ark of His embrace. Hurry now, the rain is coming.

Silent Night, Holy Night

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The LORD was dead.  What else were they to think?  Jesus had been violently taken away from the disciples.  He was brutally whipped.  He had His hair pulled out and His beard plucked.  A crown of thorns was mashed into His skull.  He was investigated, interrogated, isolated.  And where were His followers?  Gone, scattered like rats when a light comes on.  Only a few close to Him witnessed His barbaric crucifixion.   

Following the terrible ordeal the disciples met in quiet and in secret.  Where would they go from here?  I imagine their stunned silence was broken only by the spasmodic sobs of their inconsolable grief.  Jesus’ death was surreal.  It blindsided them.  But why weren’t they prepared?  Because none of them remembered that Jesus had told them He would suffer many things, be rejected, and be killed.  The most important thing they didn’t remember was that Jesus said He would rise again.  He would come back to life.

They were so deluded by what they saw and by what they heard in the natural that the very words of the LORD Himself were buried with Him.  They didn’t pause to remember, to ponder, and to rehearse what Jesus had said.  They didn’t pause to consider that it wasn’t that the Father couldn’t deliver His Son from the cross but He wouldn’t deliver Him because Jesus had a mission to complete.  Without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of sins.  And not just any blood would do, but that of something, and in this case, Someone spotless, blameless.  Without the gift of God and the sacrifice of Jesus all of humanity was doomed.  But the disciples didn’t quite  understand that yet.     

While His disciples mourned His untimely death, Jesus went to the bowels of the fiery earth.  While His disciples shook with sobs the demons shook in terror because the Son of God, the Holy of Holies, showed up on their doorstep.  Jesus took from satan the keys of death and hell (Revelation 1:18).  I have a notion that night wasn’t silent but it was holy.  Unfortunately, the grieving disciples couldn’t see the truth beyond the evidence of the crucifixionThe evidence said their LORD was dead; the truth was that Jesus was alive and warring while the disciples were in unbelief and mourning. 

I wonder what it would have been like if one of the disciples came out of his grief-stricken stupor long enough to ask, “Hey!  Do any of you remember Jesus saying something about rising again on the third day?”  And what if one of them answered, “Yeah.  I do seem to recall Him saying something like that.”  And what if another said, “Hey!  Me too!”  And what if their sorrow turned to joy?  And what if they made cake and waited in expectation to celebrate with their LORD? 

What if . . .

. . . we would be those disciples?  What if we would stand and say, “I don’t care what I hear or see in the natural, I know what God has said.  He said divine healing/miracles will come.  He said nothing hidden will remain.  He said Jesus will draw His sword and sing songs of deliverance over people in the night.  He said He will not be mocked.  He said He is not only able but willing and He will have His way.  Therefore I choose to believe He will fulfill His Word no matter what I see or hear because I know what God has said and I know in whom I have believed.”  What if we would be those people? 

Join me in continuing to trust.  Let’s be the people who believe no matter what happens.  God is looking for faith in the earth.  May we be named among the faithful.                                                              

Miracles happen just like that. Put on your seat belt. We’re going for a ride.

When it is Time

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A few years ago my husband decided to learn how to play chess. Not having sat down at a board since I was in middle school, I was no help to him. After he taught himself the basics, it became a common practice for him to sit with his laptop in his easy chair and go a couple of rounds.

If memory serves me correctly, his learning experience took place one fall and into winter, then spring. Along with spring thaw comes outdoor activities and camping — which is when Bob’s newly acquired skills were challenged. Incredibly, one of our camping neighbors approached Bob and asked if he played chess. Bob’s answer was something to the effect of, “I’ve never played a person before but if you want me to, I’ll give it a try.” I think the guy was giddy just having found someone who’d give it a whirl. He happily grabbed what they needed from his camper and the game of chess commenced at our picnic table.

I admit it, I didn’t sit and watch. But had I known what was going to happen, I would have. Bob won. Mind you, I didn’t assume he’d lose; that’s not the point at all. The point is, Bob won and he didn’t even know it. His opponent pointed it out to him.

“Who taught you how to play? Are you sure you never played before?” he asked, near accusing.

“I taught myself. I’ve only ever played the computer,” Bob assured him.

“I have never seen anyone play like you before. I’ve never played anybody who begins a game with the moves that you do. They’re so aggressive.”

Many people may consider 2020 to be a wash. Consistent, disheartening news reports (I don’t watch, but sometimes hear from others) seeping into our brand new year, may make many a person fret. But the scripture that immediately comes to my mind is from Colossians 2:15 where it says Jesus disarmed (demonic) powers and principalities and made a public spectacle of them by triumphing over them through the cross. Jesus’ work on the cross is still valid. He is still triumphing over evil. I see this as a time of necessary exposure. When I was praying about all of this rot (covid, political crap, etc.) half a year or so ago, one of the things the LORD showed me was a gigantic spotlight. He said, “Nothing hidden will remain.” Nothing. I see this as the time when evil is exposing itself to its core. It isn’t fun. It definitely isn’t pretty. But it is necessary. Whenever we are doing thorough house cleaning, I tell the girls, “You have to make a mess to clean a mess.” I have seen no bigger mess than this on planet earth in my lifetime so then this must be the mother of all cleanings.

God has said over and over to me that He will not be mocked and that He will have His way. God is not required to disclose His strategies but we are required to believe that He will triumph no matter how great the presumed losses. Absolutely nothing looked worse for all of humanity than the day when Jesus took His final breath on the cross. I’m sure the hordes of hell celebrated . . . that is, until Jesus showed up on their doorstep and took from them the keys of Hell and of Death. Jesus won! When are we going to know it?

I’m thinking of another scripture in Isaiah 28 that says God will rise up and do His work, His awesome work, and bring to pass His act, His unusual act. Like Bob, God will win with unusual moves, moves that we will see as aggressive when once fully revealed. Unlike Bob, God knows He’s won. Truth will no longer be quieted. Justice will no longer be prevented. “When?!” we cry. When it is time.

God is not fretting. Why should we? Join me in prayerful, peaceful waiting.

You’re Here for a Reason

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Several months ago I decided to blog once a week.  Down the toilet went my good intentions.  Between a new adventure at church, end of camping season, returning to creative writing for profit, and battling some personal upheavals, God’s Word Girl slipped by the wayside.  I actually signed in a few times and wheeled around my site, looking at posts, drafts, and stats and then logged off without so much as typing The.

Every now and again I look at my followers.  We are few in number.  I say “we” because I am my first follower, by accident, but then I let it be.  I figure if I’m not willing to follow myself how can I expect anyone else to?  (The details to that story can be found in The unIdentified Lone Follower @ ).  Sometimes I sigh.  Sometimes I feel defeated.  Believe it or not, a lot of work goes into this blog with no tangible pay and little encouragement — which I cherish.

I considered quitting.  But, like I said, I occasionally visit my stats.  I click on my followers and scroll the names and faces (where available) and I think, I can’t let this person down.  God’s Word Girl must go on as long as God says it must go on, paycheck  or no.  If doing this work costs me then let it be a sacrifice as unto the LORD.  

I look again at the names and the faces.  Sometimes I don’t look.  Sometimes I send up a prayer for you without your name and your face before me because you matter to me.  More importantly, you matter to God.

You are not in this world by accident.  You are fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14).  God knew you before He formed you in your mother’s womb (Jeremiah 1:5), and He loved you . . . and still does.  God has a plan and a purpose for you (Jeremiah 29:11).  But lest you think all of your future is going to come to you gift wrapped and tied up in a pretty bow, look beyond to Jeremiah 29:12-13 which says when we call upon Him and pray, He will listen.  When we seek Him and search with all of our heart, He will be found by us.  Our relationship with Jesus must be one of consistent pursuing.  Isn’t that what we desire?  To be wanted?  To be pursued?  To be loved? 

Once pursuing is established, I have discovered that the plan and purpose God has for our lives often come in bits and pieces of information/revelation.  It’s what we do with those bits and pieces that is pivotal to what comes next.  I’ll use a couple of stories to illustrate.    

My Mum asked me if there was anything I would like for Christmas.  A few weeks earlier she had pointed out fleece lined knee high socks.  Generally I’m not a knee high sock kind of girl, but fleece lined, in winter, with my chilled feet?  There was nothing to deliberate.

“You know what, Mum?  I would like to have those socks you pointed out to me at the Amish store–that is, if you get back there before Christmas.”

Guess what?  On Christmas evening I was opening fleece lined knee high socks.  She hadn’t made it back to the store; she ordered them.  Did I feel loved?  Yes!  Privileged?  Yes!  Listened to?  Yes!!  Is my relationship with Mum contingent upon what she gives me?  Absolutely not!  But she asked and the socks were evident that she listened to my answer.

Let’s look at this in contrast.  The girls have an aunt who used to ask what they wanted for Christmas.  They would tell her and their answers often had to do with anything Barbie.  Mind you, none of their requests were unobtainable or expensive.  But rarely did they find what they requested in the packages she presented.  Do you know what happened?  They gave up telling her what they’d like to have, figuring she’d buy what she wanted to buy anyway, so the practice of question and answer fell by the wayside.  It wasn’t that the gifts they received weren’t nice, but they weren’t what the girls wanted. 

Likewise, if you intend to do as you wish anyway, (like the girls’ aunt), don’t ask God what He wants if you don’t truly want to know.  However, when we sincerely want to know what God wants, and He tells us what He wants, then we need to do as He says.  Know this: He will not be pacified by anything else.  Like us, He wants what He wants.  Unlike us, He knows the reason behind the request . . . as usually whatever He asks for is all part of a bigger, beautiful tapestry called Life.  He longs for the day when we can stand with Him and look at it and say, “Oh, I see now why You called for that color!  And that particular weave.  It’s beautiful!” 

Do you want to go to the next level?  I do.  So once we’ve settled that we are pursuing Holy Spirit, we are responsible for what He tells us.  I believe God has given me God’s Word Girl and that is why I won’t quit despite the times when I feel like my offering is insignificant.  I am not doing this faith walk perfectly, but I am doing the best that I can in the strength that the LORD has given to me.  If you are doing the same, then take to heart the encouraging words that I gladly received from the LORD through a prophet several months ago: “You are doing better than you think you are.” 

I repeat, you have a plan and a purpose.  You have a place in the body of Christ.  No one is going to do anything exactly the way you do.  You are necessary.  Do you see your potential?  I hope you do.  It is past time for us to seek the LORD with fervor and endeavor to fulfill our purpose.

Join me today in praying one for another and persisting in seeking and following God’s plan.  

My prayer for you today is a song.  I want to send you into 2021 with encouragement and assurance that you are needed and loved.

Of Lit Butts and Such

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The snow came hard and fast. It heaped up plenty in record time. I gazed out the window from my warm sanctuary and assessed the accumulation periodically. That’s when I discovered the casualty, my jolly, round yard ornament, face down in the snow with his butt lit. The snowman was reduced to nothing more than a snowy silhouette with a lighted derriere. I wanted to go out and stand him up but not bad enough to brave the elements. So, he lay prostrate the entirety of the night — and in the dark when our timer for the lights went off.

The girls and I went out to play in the snow the next day but it was actually too deep and heavy to enjoy. By and by we trudged over to the vehicles and did our best to unearth them. What a chore! It wasn’t until we had come in, peeled off our cumbersome outerwear, and light once again gave way to dark, that I looked out the window and realized that I hadn’t given the snowman a thought while we had been outside. Of course he was still face down; only this time I didn’t see a light . . . or much of a silhouette.

I was thinking that my once cheerful, lighted snowman could be a symbol for the year 2020. Who would have thought one year could hold so much fear, dread, and chaos? I never saw it coming. It’s almost enough to make a person feel like my snowman — laying face down in the cold, covered over, with the lights out. I said almost.

I haven’t been much inclined to buy the rot that the devil is trying to sell through lamestream media, misguided Christians, and full out haters of God. If anything, their unhinged accusations, attempts to bury the truth, and incomprehensible hypocrisy, have fueled my fire to believe even more fiercely that God is on the move. The devil doesn’t know what God is up to but I figure he’s certain sure He is up to something HUGE. Why else would he be trying so hard to discourage, distract, and destroy the remnant, the bride of Christ? Why else would he be raging so?

I don’t know how you’re doing. Could be that you feel like my outdoor snowman; prostrate, buried, and in the dark. If that’s so, stop it. That’s not especially easy for me to say. We’ve had covid. We’ve had financial strain. We’ve had loss. I still choose Jesus. I still choose to believe that He is able and willing.

The year 2020 was a great test. Did you make the grade? Is your faith still in tack? Luke 18:8 asks if the LORD will find faith on the earth when He comes. Will He? Will you be among those who still believe in God, hold on to His Word, and live righteously no matter how cold, stifling, or dark planet earth becomes? It is difficult to hold on sometimes. That’s when it’s most essential to remind ourselves that we’re not holding onto Him, Jesus is holding onto us. We also need to remember that with Holy Spirit inside of us we have complete access to warmth, freedom, and light. We can’t do anything on our own but all things are possible with God. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: God will have His way in the earth. Once His mind is set on something, He won’t be denied. Will you be one who will try to hinder and prevent Him? Or are you praying His will and speaking His Word to be done?

I’m imploring you today to return to faith if you’ve left it. You have that option. Remember the prodigal son?

I’m encouraging you to be still and simply stand if you feel like you can’t go on anymore. You’re not holding onto Him, God is holding onto you. Rest. He won’t let you go.

If you’ve been actively warring, keep up the good fight. You will not lose because you serve a God Who doesn’t know the meaning of failure.

The helpless infant Who came to us some 2000 years ago is alive and well and ruling the nations as King of Kings and LORD of Lords. I hope you believe it. I hope you know it.

Join me today in believing for a miraculous Christmas and a blessed beyond imagination New Year.

The Time in Between

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This year has been an exceptionally difficult year for many people in various ways. Our family, like others, has not escaped being touched by the wicked one (which I may share in detail at a later date). I have found that those of us who have maintained our faith in God, our relationship with God, and our gratitude for God are coming out of this year shining. There are many things that could discourage us but we have chosen joy instead. We know that God is not only able, He is willing. He will have His way. And the best is yet to come.

It is on that note that I wish to share something deeply personal with you. I have loved Jesus since I was a child — at least to the extent I could love and understand. I have loved my nation as well and have interceded for her since I was a teenager. Maybe 10 years ago, I asked the LORD for a story concerning my country and He gave it to me. I knocked on different doors and sought out various platforms but there never seemed to be the right time or place. Now is the time, here is the place. Some will be offended by the message but I have decided to take no care for that. The Truth sets people free and I unashamedly present it. This is The Time in Between. God is sorting the wheat and the tares. He sees who has clung to righteousness and those who have not. This is a time of repentance for those who have chosen to side with anything outside of His Word. He gives us this time, this opportunity, because God is love and does not desire that we suffer needlessly. But lest we forget, He is also just, and sometimes our choices bring our own consequential demise.

I add that this is a time of shaking for all of us. Those of us whose foundation is the LORD will indeed have a remaining foundation upon which He will build. And He will build with such speed and in such a fashion that we will be amazed.

Some may weep when you view what I present today and my hope is that all are moved to prayer and action for the United States of America. I encourage those of you outside of our borders that God is not exclusive but available to “whosoever will”. 2 Chronicles 7:14 includes you and your nation as well as me and mine.

A special shout out to my friend, Nicole, who has an incalculable amount of talent and boundless inspiration for what comes next. You can find more of her work on YouTube at The Memory Maker Nicole. Thank you, Nicole.

Thank You, God, Master Creator. You are amazing!

I gladly present to all of you:

Glory’s Story

A special mention of thanks to my daughter, Beth, for sharing the above painting.


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Rachel and I walked across the brown field at the campground.  The grass crunched beneath our feet and continued to shrink under the intense heat of the sun.

“We had a friend who used to say that the physical mirrors the spiritual,” I told her.  “Considering how things look, I’d say we’re having a spiritual drought.  The Holy Spirit is sometimes represented by water and rain.”

“Does that mean the Holy Spirit isn’t here anymore?” she asked, aghast.

“No, He’s still with God’s kids.  It just means God is staying His hand and giving people what they think they want.  Which seems to be a world devoid of Him.”

People, well meaning and some Christians, say God is in control.  If God is in control then why is our world in the mess that it’s in?  We are in control.  Contemplating that tends to make a lot of people angry.  I figure it’s because we don’t want to accept the responsibilities of our choices.  I mean, if God is in control then all of this chaos is His fault and we’re free from blame and can go on living as we see fit.  Only, it isn’t His fault.  It’s ours and we’re immature brats who won’t take responsibility for it.

Here’s why I think the way I do.  In a nutshell: God made Adam and Eve.  He gave them dominion over the earth.  He gave it to them to enjoy, love, and tend.  They sinned thereby negating their authority and basically handed the earth over to satan on a silver platter.  About 4,000 years later, Jesus came on the scene, kicked satan in the the head, and won back humanity’s authority.  Read the Book, you’ll see.

However, we have just as much free will (choice) as Adam and Eve did.  God is in control to the extent that I let Him be in control.  I must make the effort to fellowship with Him and hear His voice and obey it in order to reap peace and blessings thereby.  That seems crazy to some people, letting Him be in control.  Why?  No one loves us unconditionally like He does.  I think people are crazy for trying to run their own show.  I’ve seen it too many times and it’s often to their own demise.

God is sovereign.  He is supreme in authority, rule, and power.  I know that these things are hard to wrap our minds around, they seem contrary, but they aren’t.  Although God wants to be involved in the affairs of men, He won’t impose Himself.  He is like any parent — He wants to be chosen.  When we choose Him we loose Him.  We get rain, not drought.

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I’m going to pause here and speak to my fellow Americans.  Over 4 years ago the primary election was loaded with wanna be candidates.  A young, first time voter asked me who I would vote for.  To be of a truth, at that time I had no intention of voting for Trump.  I told her I would pray about it and I meant it.

I vividly remember the day that I got my answer.  I was sitting on the porch steps, taking a break from chores and soaking in some sun, when a scripture suddenly came to me: I will use the simple to confound the wise.  On the heels of the scripture came an immediate thought: the media was slamming Trump for not having any experience being a politician.  In other words, simple.  The more I let the scripture and the thought marinate, the more open I became to hearing the heart of God. 

I sought out other media outlets.  The more I listened to what Trump said, unedited, the more I heard someone who loved the country I loved.  I heard someone who cares for U.S. citizens and the unborn.  I heard someone who could not be bought and would not yield to the elite whose concern is only for themselves and their selfish gains.  I heard someone with common sense, a rare commodity in the political field.  I heard someone who would die protecting my constitutional rights to freely worship and protect myself against intruders and a tyrannical government.  I heard someone say we should have the right to keep our hard earned money, plan our own future, and choose our own health care.  I heard someone who wants justice.  I heard someone who desperately wanted to protect our nation from unwanted invaders such as criminals, drug runners, and sex traffickers.  I pushed past the sometimes crude speech and listened to his heart.  Trump sounded like someone seeking after the heart of God for him and his fellow countrymen; he sounded a lot like me.

Bob came home from work one day this week and told me a little of his conversation  with someone who won’t vote for Trump because he “doesn’t like him”.  I’ve heard of that happening a lot.  I’m not even going to sugarcoat this one: That’s a stupid reason not to vote for someone.  We must put aside personality preferences for platforms.  What candidates most closely reflect your values?  That’s who you vote for.  After all, I don’t know of anyone who would turn down a gift of a million dollars from someone simply because they “didn’t like them”.  Again, that’s stupid. 

In Trump we have a President who’s been gnawed at by leftists and their puppet media since he arrived on the scene.  He’s still getting the job done despite them.  Taxes are lowered and businesses are returning; a wall is being built and sex traffickers have been caught; he respects Israel and our other allies; he believes that we shouldn’t be the world’s police and nations indebted to us need to pay us back; he respects the lives of the unborn and their right to live.  I tell you that someone who does not respect the unborn will not respect you.  Again, I’m not going to sugarcoat this: if that doesn’t entice you to vote for Trump then you do not hold dear the values of God. 

I don’t usually write so forcefully but the soul of the United States of America is at stake.  No, I’m not exaggerating. Nor do I want to stand before God and say I squandered my vote, which is my voice, on the premise of clashing personalities.  That’s not a viable excuse.  God has thrown us a lifeline in Donald J. Trump.  We haven’t experienced the kind of evil that will be unleashed on our land if we refuse. 

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I would be remiss if I didn’t address those of you professing Christ.  This election is different from any election I have known in my lifetime.  Our choices are literally divided by righteousness and evil.  If you vote on the side of today’s democratic platform, you are siding with evil and are thereby inviting a curse to come upon you, your family, and your descendants.  Like I said, I do not usually write so forcefully.  I would much rather encourage you and love on you because life is hard and people are broken.  It is not my intent to cause harm.  But, it is because I do not want to cause harm that I am telling you the truth.  I also do not want to be held accountable for withholding the truth.  The outcome of this election can not be overstated.  You are free to choose who you want, but be advised that choices come with consequences.  Choose evil, you’ll reap cursing.  Choose righteousness, you’ll reap blessing.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD.

I want to thank all of you who have been praying for America, whether you live here or abroad.  I ask that you continue to do so beyond our election.  There is much demolition and rebuilding, in the form of repentance and revival, that needs to take place.  Maybe I’ll lose some followers over this post but at least I won’t lose my soul.  I wish to God more people were concerned about that. 

I don’t know about you, but we need rain both physically and spiritually.  Join me in voting and praying for righteousness so that it may rain.


It is currently raining here. I will take that as God’s smile upon the work of my hands. My family and I, we will have rain. Will you?