The Government is Upon His Shoulders


What is happening in this nation? Corrupt government and anarchy. I am sad to see what is happening after this election. The media is the main culprit. All the race-baiting and distorted coverage of events. Instead of trying to bring peace and harmony; they stoke the fire of hate.

I have friends who have posted the most hateful things because some of us chose the opposing candidate. I prayed that the Lord’s will would be done in this election and then I took advantage of my right to vote. Now those who have not gotten the result they want; think it’s perfectly acceptable to go out into the streets and riot. Violence never solved a thing and we are a democracy, not a dictatorship. So would they like it if their leader was chosen by the elite?

To say that this is an issue of race or gender is the most ridiculous thing. When you look back at Washington it is nothing but a band of thieves. These are career politicians that have really exploited public office. The term “public service,” is an oxymoron for those who have held these positions for any length of time. They serve themselves and each other.

If one believes that the minorities have been exploited and now their needs are not going to be met; I would ask how this has been going for them thus far. When you look at the two candidates; Hillary Clinton and her group have been part of the Washington clan for decades. No matter how many facts come out about her dishonesty; the media have spoon fed the public to believe that “she’s the woman of the hour.” The great messiah! Before pushing this agenda; the media pushed the race agenda. This is exactly why the races are divided. They give no thought to the fact that Donald Trump was the minority among the Washington favorites. He had no political connections and was alienated; even by his own party. Don’t they have more in common with him that with Hillary Clinton?

They are angry towards him because “he’s a womanizer…etc.” Excuse me, but I seem to remember when Bill Clinton was in office, he did terrible things even within the confines of the Oval Office. Hillary Clinton stood staunchly by his side to defend him and discredit these women. How can she say she defends the rights of women and yet do such things?

If one believes that our Almighty God is truly in control; how can you come against His plan? Does He not know what is happening? Isn’t the true eternal government resting on His shoulders?

If we are waiting or the perfect candidate in our elections; it is never going to happen. King David was a great leader with a history of moral failures. Adultery, murder, manipulation, womanizing…etc. King Solomon, the wisest of all kings, also had a history of womanizing.

I’m not saying that we should ignore this; but we need to keep in mind, “we all like sheep have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way; and the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all (Isaiah 53:6).

I’m glad that ultimately; my trust is in the Lord. Donald Trump did not die for me. Hillary Clinton did not die for me. My Lord Jesus gave His life, so that all could be saved.

This is simply history repeating itself. When Jesus came on the scene, the Jews thought they had a new political leader. One who was going to free them from the oppression of the Romans. This was not to be. They didn’t recognize the true Messiah and His mission was to set them free from spiritual blindness and eternal death. In the end they used the Roman’s to persecute Him. The same ones they hated were now their allies in their cause against the Lord.

I told my son just the other day that our country is like a picture of the Roman empire. They conquered so many nations and were the greatest empire of their time. But the fact is that they never needed to worry about outside terrorism, like ISIS, or Al Quaeda. They fell from within. The corruption and violence brought them down. These are things to ponder as we go forward.

I, for one am pledging my alliegiance to my Lord and Savior, and am trusting Him with everything. “His kingdom shall have no end.”

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Happy Mother’s and Son Day!


Grandma and her grandchildren

Grandma and her grandchildren

I had to share this story once again. It makes me laugh every time I think of it and I know the Lord has certainly used this to reveal things to me.

A few years back, when my son was about 8 years old, we went somewhere for Mother’s Day. I had asked him to do me a favor and his response was a simple, “No.” I was shocked as I pointed out, “Hey, it’s Mother’s Day!” Thinking I would get some kind of a guilt response, but it didn’t happen that way. My son, without missing a beat, said, “It’s also Son day!”

Wow, was this quick on the draw or what? I wondered at how long he had spent thinking about this. So witty, yet his ability to rob all attention away for himself, was uncanny. I had to laugh and I also remembered something from scripture.

Today, I shared this with others at church. It seems so appropriate, as my son was sitting a few rows back and he hates having the spotlight on him in a group situation. I know, it’s odd, given the fact that he appears to be rather narcissistic.

But, I spoke about the fact that this little nugget was something that had always touched me in scripture. In the last moments of our Lords life on this earth. There He was, hanging on a cross. As His mother looked at His poor battered and bruised body. I can’t bear the thought, as I think of my own son and just the little bumps and bruises, he’s suffered in his life. I always hurt to see my own children hurting. Whether it is an emotional or physical hurt. Most mother’s cannot help but feel the pain.

In John 19:26 When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, “Woman, here is your son.” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, the disciple took her into his home.”

I pointed out that, John,” the one whom Jesus loved,” really means favored. As it is believed that John was only about 14, when he began to follow Jesus. A young boy of great faith, and this is something which our Lord always marveled at. People with faith. This was the difference between him and the other disciples. At times they questioned, and their faith wavered. But John was totally devoted.

Now, when I look out at my son and see him sitting there, I’m thinking of this young man and how Jesus must have felt. A special place in His heart for this love and trust, which John had placed in Him. Why wouldn’t the Lord trust him to take His mother in and care for her, all the rest of her days?

Then, I think about the words and how odd they seem to be at point in time. It is almost strange until you observe closely. It seems to be interjected in His dying process, as if He was saying something mundane, like, “Oh hey, don’t forget the potluck dinner next week. Wish I could come, but hey, John would you mind taking my mom?”

We know from reading God’s Word, that nothing is unintentional and it all has great significance to us. As I sat thinking about this, I realized that our Lord wanted us to see how we are related to one another. The true family of God. It is not birthed by human flesh. It is the spiritual birth which our Lord spoke about when Nicodemus had come to Him. Being born again, of His Spirit, is when we are transferred from the family of flesh, to the spiritual family.

He revealed that this can only happen, when we are standing at the foot of the cross in total surrender and accepting the sacrifice of His blood. Having done this, makes all of us family. We care for one another all the days of our lives. We pray for each other and love and support one another in all things. This we do, because we belong to Him.

So in the end, my son was right. Not only is it, Mother’s Day….it is also Son Day! Thank you Lord for making us family!

Evesdropping on Mom


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Every day brings a new revelation with my mom. I took her to her doctor to find out why she’s losing weight. I have had two blood tests, and now another one.
Next week she will get a CT scan. Nothing seems to stay in her system. She can only eat very small portions of food, and she doesn’t drink enough.
I leave a cup of juice at all times and snacks for her, but she doesn’t touch it unless I tell her. I’m careful not to push her too much, as she will then eat more than she can hold in her little tummy.
I’m a t a loss. Even making her milk shakes with Ensure, is too dense for her. She drinks a couple sips, and she’s full.
The only time I’ve ever seen her this small was when I was very young and she’d had a nervous breakdown. She lost so much weight and at that time, she was only 86 pounds.

She’s not depressed, nor does she feel sick. Unless she overeats. But I’m constantly trying to find new ways to help her.
She has now accepted the fact that she cannot move back to Wisconsin until she gets the weight back on and her blood pressure stable. At least this is what I’ve told her, and she feels she needs an excuse for her not being able to return.
Every season she says, “Oh, I’d move back but there’s too much snow!” Or, “I’d move back but it’s getting too hot now!” I’m prepared now, for what her excuse will be. I once called her bluff when she was fighting with me about her move back. “Go ahead,” I said. I waited and she was so perplexed that I wasn’t saying no, to her. She sat for a minute and said, “Well I can’t yet. It’s too cold.”
“Ok,” I said. “Tell me when you want to go, and I’ll help you.” I realized I had crossed over to the right side. No more pushing or pulling the weight. I just went along with it, and I could see this was all she wanted.

Yesterday she was sitting and watching her show, when out of the blue she said, Oh Carrie is up in Milwaukee. When I move there, I’ll call her and she’ll help me.”
I got that familiar stab in my heart, that I felt, the first time I realized she doesn’t know that I’m her daughter, Carrie.
I felt tears fill my eyes, as I tried to look away and asked her, “Have you heard from Carrie?” She said, “No, but she’s very busy.”
This hurt me. I can’t imagine a son or daughter not communicating for as long, as she thinks Carrie hasn’t called her.
“Then how do you know she’s in Milwaukee?” I ask. “Oh, I know. Her brother, Craig keeps in touch with her.”
I said, “I’m sure she loves you very much, even though you haven’t heard from her.”
“Oh, of course she does!” She says. Very proud and smiling as she seems to speak something that is a known fact.
“She’s off work right now.”
This is where I’m confused in my understanding of this disease. How does she connect the thought that I am, indeed off work, to care for her, and yet she doesn’t understand that I am the person she speaks of?
I long to help her understand that her daughter loves her and I feel a need to convince her that, her daughter wants to talk to her.
“Carrie loves her brother Kevin so much! She always listens to him when he talks and does so much for him.”
Here again, I’m totally perplexed. As my brother Kevin lives here too.
“She has a very big heart!” She says.

Now I’m finding this difficult. I’m stuck between my wish to let her know how special she is to, Carrie, and not brag about myself.
“She sounds like she does. She’s a Christian isn’t she?”
“Oh, yes! She always talks about God!”
“Well, then I’m sure that when she thinks of you, she is praying for you because she loves you so much.”
“I’m sure she is!
I tell her that Carrie sounds as if she kind of managed problems in the family and she agrees. She told me, she called on Carrie when there was a problem. She then said, “She’s so sweet and loving.”
I don’t think she’s ever said that to me.
I tell her that when I talk to Craig, I will make sure he tells Carrie to call her.
“Oh, yes, that would be great! I miss her!”

Now, I leave the room because I’m beginning to cry. My sweet mom, now accepts the fact that her children love her so much, yet this, Carrie cannot even call her mom?
Oh, I’m so mad at myself! What is wrong with me?
I called my son downstairs and shared this conversation.
I said, “It looks as if I’m going to have to make a phone call to grandma. Knowing that she has this respect for, ‘Carrie’s advice, I may be able to take advantage of this.
He reminded me of his call, pretending that he was her doctor and said, “Yes, she will love that. She won’t even know.”
The best part is that she will experience the joy of the love from her real daughter, instead of the imposter living with her now!
I must admit, it is humorous when I think about the whole thing.
Most people pretend to be something they’re not in this life.
I am faced with this peculiar task of pretending that I’m me! Hope I can pull this off!

Jesus Is All I Want!


A friend of mine shared this with me the other day and I am so moved by the message.

Matt Chandler speaks the hard truth and it doesn’t matter how or what people may think. It’s the truth of the gospel message.

We do not come to Jesus for what we can get but what we can give.

Yes, it’s true we receive forgiveness of sin and salvation. But isn’t this enough? Isn’t this everything??? If it is, then why do so many preachers use gimmicks and great entertainment to draw the crowds?

Did John the Baptist need these props? He spoke the unadulterated Word of God, and this was ENOUGH! We pray and speak the truth, and let God do the rest.

I remember when I was a brand new believer. I didn’t care what anyone thought. My zealousness for the gospel, dispelled any concern I had for opinions of people.

I didn’t shrink back and it was an amazing thing to see what God would do with those seeds being planted.

We were in a group the other day and asking each other about the first time we led someone to the knowledge of Christ. I had fondly recalled how I used to hear my pastor’s teachings and so excited about them, that I would come back to my friends at an apartment we shared and tell them about everything I learned.

So amazing to me, that they would even be interested, yet they would come in groups. They would sit around as I imagined they had with the Lord, when He was speaking to the crowds.

Yet, I didn’t feel I knew that much. Just that I was sharing the love I had experienced by knowing Christ. This, I found, is more than enough!

As I recounted to my group, that these people were as hedonistic as could be and yet when I said I was going to a church I’d found in the area, they all wanted to come.

I continued to watch in amazement as they had given their lives to Christ, one by one. Their lives slowly being transformed by the power of the Holy Spirit and my faith growing in leaps and bounds, with each experience.

I have many believers tell me that they don’t know enough to preach the gospel. I would disagree with anyone who says this. Our Lord’s command is to, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel.”

So by this message, we can see that when we commit our lives to Christ, all we need to know is Jesus Christ crucified, and resurrected for sinners. This is the total of the gospel message. All the other stuff is just extra!

We cast our seeds and see where they may fall. I thought of this when I was throwing out grass seed the other day. My grass was burned and dying from the suns dry heat and it looked bad. Wondering how much water would I need to bring it back, I placed the sprinklers on it for days. Yet nothing seemed to happen. Unwilling to water grass which was clearly dead, I decided to throw some seed down. I did this a few times and prayed that the birds wouldn’t come and eat them. All the time I thought, this is the parable of the seed, which the Lord spoke of.

Yet, after a few more days I looked at my lawn and there were little tufts of green sprouts everywhere. Giving a beautiful appearance of life in the midst of the brown mess. I thought how appropriate the message.

Years ago I was flying with one of my closest friends. She was in training with me and we loved each other like sisters. Yet, she was stubborn when it came to my faith. She would see people at work, come up and ask me about my faith and I would share.

At one point, I had a small group again, standing in the galley and asking me questions. I was more than happy to share and loved that they were so eager to hear what I believed.

As I came around the corner, I saw my friend sitting on the seat closest to the galley. It was obvious that she was listening but not wanting to join in.

Later she asked me, “Why do you have to tell everyone about your faith? That’s a private thing.”

“Well,” I said. “First, I don’t tell them anything until they began asking me questions. Second, my faith is part of who I am. It is not a private thing, but it should be very public.”

Then, seeing her disgust, I said; “You know, if there is something about my faith which I’m sharing and someone doesn’t want to hear it. Then it’s not meant for that person but someone else. It doesn’t stop the message from coming forth.”

This is the seed. The Lord tells us, “One plants, another waters and He will give the increase.”

Years later, this very same friend accepted Christ. She told me she wanted to pray and we did this on our layover. It was so beautiful and her life was completely transformed by the power of God.

Upon accepting His call, she left the life she had and met the Godly man intended for her. She and her husband adopted some children from Russia and they continued to spread the message of the gospel.

The message of the gospel is clear and it is not about the ease of our lives but serving Him with all of our might, strength and heart. Many times it will be most difficult. People will hate us for the truth. We will be persecuted and mocked. But it doesn’t matter to me.

I have seen and know, that there is no greater joy than a transformed life by the resurrection power of Christ. To witness the regeneration of souls, motivates me.

I don’t want riches or glory in this mission. I want the Lord to use me as His vessel.

Jesus is enough! “For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of salvation unto God, for all who believe!”

 

Don’t Worry Mom, One Day She’ll Be There!


IMAG1038These were the words my son spoke today. As he watched me having my meltdown with the people around me and their lack of courtesy with my mom.

We were at another crowded place and I had to find out that there was no way for my mom to see one of the shows unless I parked her wheelchair and walked her up three flights of stairs.

There was a wall which went around the dolphin pool and people were standing in front of it. I saw a young couple up front and next to them a woman with her Ipad, and it looked like her husband and son. Her husband held a camera.

As the dolphins cames swimming by and splashed, the group came flying back, right into my mom. I was so angry that they had been warned that water would splash them, yet they ran, as if it was a Tsunami, without any regard for those behind them.

I had my mom back up all the way against the back wall and here it comes again. This time the woman and her son, came flying back. I looked at her with a glare, as my mom was already having difficulty seeing because she was holding up her Ipad and filming. Something I’ve always thought to be incredibly stupid. First of all, why would you film something with an Ipad? Isn’t it like taking a piece of wood and holding it above your head? Never mind that the woman was already taking up too much room with her body in front of my little mom. But to also be holding up this thing? Why would you want to film a whole show which you could just watch? You have to be detached from the moment as you’re engaged in something like this.

Then, she gets her nice little perch in front of us again, and the dolphins come swimming by and she’s running back again. This time, I put my hand out, and I think I may have given her a little shove. Yep, I did it and I wasn’t feeling one bit of guilt.

I remembered back to the time we went to Disney and I had my mom in her wheelchair at the front, to see the parade. At the last minute, all these people crowded in front of her and she was looking at their backs.

Then to make it worse, they had all been sitting on the ground. But not when the parade started. No. They all had to begin standing. These are people who were in the front row! If I had a microphone I would have said, “Hey, listen all of you! If you’re sitting in the front on the ground, don’t be stupid and stand to obstruct the view of those behind you!” Yes, this would have been my announcement because some people are just to dense to figure it out.

But as I said to my son, “Let’s get grandma out of here, before I go ghetto on somebody!” I heard him say, “Don’t worry mom. One day she’ll be there.” “What?” I asked.

“One day that woman is going to be like grandma and she’ll see what it’s like.” “Wow!” I thought, my son really is sensitive.

I guess all isn’t lost. I think I’m presented with new challenges every day. I find myself wondering why something that seems to be common sense, just isn’t to some people.

But hearing my son say that, made it seem a little less irritating. So he really is learning. That is a huge consolation.Because, “One day I’ll be there.”

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