If I had a hammer…

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How many of us have tried to use our “hammer” with the Gospel of Jesus Christ? But…

Many of us have used a hammer at one time or another. We may have just tapped a small nail into the wall to hang a picture or some have actually used their hammer in building sky scraper buildings.

My pastor brought up a very interesting topic one Wednesday night. The question he raised got me to thinking about something I hadn’t really thought about.  imagesCACI4HU7 For me it’s a no-brainer to believe what God’s Word says. That doesn’t mean I understand it all by any means. But what if I’m talking to someone and they don’t believe in God or the Bible?

In my post, “Once upon a time…No fairy tale here” I tell how my wrath would explode if people talked to me about God.

So many times we followers of Christ want to hammer our beliefs into someone’s head. Does it work? Not usually! Personally, now that the Lord has lifted me out of darkness, I don’t know how anyone can not believe in our heavenly Father or His Son, Jesus Christ. I’m sure there are many reasons people use.

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Romans 1:18-20 says no-one has an excuse to not believe!

“But God shows his anger from heaven against all sinful,

wicked people who push the truth away from themselves.

For the truth about God is known to them instinctively.

God has put this knowledge in their hearts. From the time

the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky

and all that God made. They can clearly see His invisible

qualities-His eternal power and divine nature. So they have

no excuse whatsoever for not knowing God.” *

I know that scripture may be accepted and it may not be. Your choice.

At times we Christians may feel like we’re in a bed of thorns. The Lord told Ezekiel to go to the Israelites even though they were rebellious, obstinate, stubborn, and rebelled against God. He also told him not to be afraid. (Ez.2)

So what do those of us Christ followers do when we encounter those who do not believe?

First – we must be living the life that Christ wants us to. Actions speak louder than words!

Secondly – using our “spiritual hammer” isn’t going to work. Our testimonies are more effective. People that knew me before I asked Christ into my life can clearly see the difference in my life style, my words, and my actions.

Thirdly, like the Lord told Ezekiel, “You must speak My words to them, whether they listen or fail to listen.” But He also said in Matt. 10:14, “And whoever will not receive you nor hear your words, when you depart from that house or city, shake off the very dust from your feet.”

You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink.

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“For by Him all things were created that are in heaven and that are on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers. All things were created through Him and for Him.” Colossians 1:16

*Holy Bible, New Living Translation, (Wheaton, IL: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.) 1996. (emphasis mine)

Author Sue Cass –“Dawn’s Light” – “Pursuit” – “Laying Down my Net-A Walk of Faith” – “Sacrifices of a Saint” – “Seek My face.”

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Blessings to you 🙂

I’m selective and I don’t apologize for it.

images[2]Yep, that’s me! There are days when all I want to do is sit and play computer games. It seems I go in cycles of being super busy to doing nothing. I get frustrated at times because of it. “Lord, what do You want me to do today?” I ask. I get no reply so I’m on my own to conjure up things to do.

This is especially true in the winter months.  I can easily be mistaken for a bear in hibernation.  imagesCAOCQE1C

On some days my pen just lays lazily on the desk. No wiggling or squirming to write. Maybe the Lord needs a rest, too. imagesCADFJQC0      I always ask Him to help me write. I want to write things that are informative, encouraging, and glorifies Him hoping others will find what the pen writes to be interesting and hopefully make a difference in their hearts. Some articles will be quite serious where others might be humorous or tongue-in-cheek type of stories. I like to incorporate experiences I’ve had and hope they resonate with others.

At times that is not always easy to do because I know there is such a variety of mind sets, attitudes, interests, and beliefs of those who will be reading what my pen writes.        imagesCAJ69IQA  Of course I don’t want to offend. But my pen has been taught well and knows not to break my number one rule.  I will not compromise the truth of God’s Word nor down play what He wants for us! If that offends then I figure it is up to the offended party to research whatever the pen has written.

I’m selective about what I write. I’m that way with the events involved with my published books, too. I think we have to be selective in many areas of our lives; who we select as our friends, what kind of novels we read, watch on television, where we spend our time, what church we worship in, and where we will appear for book signing events or speaking engagements.

imagesCA3B0FGY  For me, bars is not one of them.

If an establishment sells occult items,

  I guarantee my books will not be welcome. The same goes if I walk into a book store or a gift shop and have chills shoot up my spine. I’m out of there!
My publisher has been great in sending out press releases, contacting various establishments for book signing events, making helpful suggestions of what I might do to enhance my readership. This blog was one of those suggestions. But I have found that not everyone or every venue is conducive to my genre. I write Christian books. There is no “nasty” stuff in my novels and you’ll find no filthy language in any, be it fiction or non-fiction. I’ve written both.
When first starting to do events I grabbed at whatever opportunity I could think of. I talked the manager of a donut shop into allowing me to “sell my wares” in his shop one morning. I thought this was a great idea. I had visions of people relaxing at one of the tables or stretched out on the leather couch sipping their coffee while reading one of my books I had just signed for them. That may work for some authors but after two hours of watching people streak past me to the donut counter I realized books was not on their mind. They immediately focused on the menu above the counter as the door swung closed behind them. Do not look left and do not look right. My wonderful works didn’t seem to exist as they quickly darted back out the door leaving the aroma of hot coffee behind to tantalize me.

Yes, I am selective. At times it may cost me some publicity or some book sales but as a Christian author I am representing my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.  For me, to lose a few sales is a small price to pay when I consider the price of losing His favor.

Matt.15:18 states, “But those things which proceed out of the mouth come from the heart, and they defile a man.” That which comes forth through our writing can also defile or glorify.

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 “Now therefore fear the Lord and serve him in sincerity and in faithfulness.” Joshua 24:14

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Blessings to you. 🙂

Once upon a time… No fairy tale here! – Testimony

Once upon a time a little girl was born into a family that wasn’t rich and wasn’t exactly poor. I suppose they would fall into the “middle class” category of society. They lived in the country and those who knew them thought all was well. But it wasn’t. It was a family filled with deep dysfunction.

As the little girl grew, her hurt and pain grew with her. She was being abused; physically, emotionally, sexually, and psychologically from a very early age. She had no hope, no dreams, and saw no way out. She put on a brave front but inside she was empty, lonely, and angry. Very angry!

One day her neighbor asked her to church so the little girl went so as to escape the misery at home. The preacher spoke of how Jesus saves us. Hope filled the little girls heart and she ran forward and asked Jesus to save her. When she got home she waited and watched. Any sound and she’d run to the window to see if Jesus had shown up to save her from the torture she lived in. She expected the knock on the door any day.

But no knock came. As the days passed she felt hurt and confused, then angry, then bitterness set in.

As a young teen her hell continued at home with added pain piling high. She was gang raped then learned she was pregnant. The child was taken from her womb and placed in the arms of a stranger without her ever seeing her child. Her bitterness grew and any who spoke of God would meet with her wrath.

Her rage and angry roots grew so deep no one could get through. The door was slammed shut to anything pertaining to a loving God. Her pain continued to dig deeper and deeper. She attempted suicide a couple of times but to no avail. God wouldn’t even let her die!

She married in her late twenties and thought all would be okay now. Only it wasn’t.

Her new husband beat her. He stayed out all night and brought women to their bed when she was out of town. He drank and lived in the bars. He got mixed up with the wrong crowd and finally was looking down the wrong end of a gun being held by a killer. Her pain deepened but life must go on.

Where was God? She didn’t ask. She figured He could care less. As far as she was concerned she didn’t exist in God’s eyes. If He doesn’t care why should she?

Once again single she figured single life was okay. She dated, she worked, she had a good time, too. The mask she wore covered her wounded heart.

Four years later she met another man. A man totally opposite of her abusive husband. A Christian man. He didn’t belittle her. He didn’t hit her or call her ugly names. He didn’t drink or chase other women. He supported her and loved her. He didn’t preach to her. He somehow knew better. He didn’t talk about love. He showed her what love is and gradually she was able to toy with the idea that maybe God brought this loving man into her life. She trusted her husband and loved him more than anything she’d ever known.

But bad things happen.

She retired. He retired. They traveled and enjoyed doing the things they had dreamed about doing some day. But all those dreams were never met. He got sick. Five years of fighting his illness and living in hospitals brought her new pain. At least now she was talking to God. Lashing out would be more like it. “If You are real You are going to have to prove it to me!” she screamed silently.

He did.

Soon after she buried her husband she found herself standing in front of a pastor asking Jesus to be her Savior. She wasn’t sure how she got there, or really why she was there, but after that things began changing in her life. Changing drastically! Jesus was now her Counselor and the wounds of the past were being confronted and healed. Her life was being transformed a step at a time.

Her phone rang one morning. She slowly walked toward the kitchen to answer it. While reaching for the phone the Lord spoke softly, “I’m giving back to you what was taken away.” She heard her long-lost child’s voice for the first time in thirty-six years.

God wasn’t through proving He’s real.

He used her to help others with similar pain from their pasts. He taught her to trust Him. He took her to places she had never been, not just physical locations, but emotional and spiritual places. He’s given her dreams and visions and warnings and encouragement to give to others. He’s used this once hurt and angry little girl in ways that continues to amaze her even today.

Long ago she gave up on Him – but He never gave up on her!

He uses her today to tell those that do not believe or accept Him, that He is real. He wants them to know He cares. He wants them to know they’ll never be alone if they will only accept Him. He wants them to know that He will transform their lives if they’ll just place their trust in Him.

I know because I was that little girl.

God proved He is real and continues to prove it to me every day. He is my life, my healing, my hope, my Redeemer.  He is my all.  What He does for one He does for all.

I pray He will become your all, and that if you haven’t already, you will ask the Lord to forgive you of your sins and come into your heart and transform your life.

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“If you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.” Roman 10:9

“He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted. To proclaim liberty to the captives. And the opening of the prison to those who are bound.” Is. 61:1

 

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Blessings to you.

Career Day? Me? Kids? Help me Lord!

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The school bus pulls to the front of the building and suddenly the noise levels rise a few decibels. Children chatting, laughing, pouring through the front doors. I haven’t been inside an elementary school in years!

It’s career day and I’ve been invited to partake as a published author. This should prove interesting!

imagesCAJRI0MX        I’ve raced off to Walmart to find something I can give the kids besides my book marks and business cards and leave with sacks filled with a variety of small toys. Of course the boys have to have something different from the girls, so I’ve spent a small fortune and probably an hour and a half trying to decide what is small and inexpensive. Decisions, decisions.

This is all the 3rd, 4th, and 5th graders in the school and it’s being held in the gym.

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NOVEL  Cover Tate did-Pursuit  Published 2008  Published 2010  Published 2009 My books are displayed along the table, a large plastic bowl filled with the girls toys, another with the boys toys, and 2 large containers filled with funny his/her twisted straws. I have no idea how many kids I’ll be seeing but 300 toys and 300 straws should be enough, shouldn’t it?

Looking around the gym there are a variety of other professionals ready to greet the kids. imagesCAKWDXVO       imagesCACJZSLS Displays are set up. Some have a bowl of candy to offer the kids, others have items to demonstrate. The fire department is ready images[9]      and a couple of policemen sit quietly chatting at their table. imagesCATRG0MO

The gym door opens.  Oh my gosh! The place fills with smiling faces. Boys and girls holding their pre-determined list of questions. They wander from table to table asking their questions and filling out their question sheet. A small group appears before me. Suddenly a kid screams,  “She has toys!”     imagesCA13TV01

Forget the question sheet, forget I’m a published author, forget book marks or business cards. I can almost see them salivating. My table becomes the most popular in the room!

Now lets face it. The girls are more demure than the boys.    strawberry-shortcake[1]

They peek at the bowl filled with little girl rings, beaded necklaces, and cute plastic eye glasses. They ask their questions and then politely ask if they may have a toy. Girls are cute!

Boys, on the other hand, head straight for the bowl of toys and begin digging. imagesCAE72UIBThey are no more interested in becoming a writer than I am in becoming a sky diver. Okay, not all of them are like that.

I am amazed though at how many really are interested in the various careers offered around the room. Some of the kids look at my books lined on the table and ask with astonishment, “Did you write all these!?” When I answer, “Yes, me and the Lord” I’m really surprised when they reply, “I’m a Christian!” This is a public school and it warms my heart to hear these kids openly and unabashedly speak of their faith.

As the day progresses I’ve run out of toys and my table has become less popular. Once the word gets out that the toys are gone the more serious-minded students linger asking their questions.

I’m sure by the time they get home with their sacks filled with pamphlets, business cards, candy, and trinkets that their reply to Mom when asked how their day was will be….. “To much information!”

      And me?…………………………………………..

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“Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.” Prov. 22:6

Author Sue Cass – “Dawn’s Light” – “Pursuit” – “Laying Down my Net-A Walk of Faith” – “Sacrifices of a Saint” – “Seek My Face.”

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Blessings to you  🙂

My pen wouldn’t stop!

Leaning against the head board of my bed with my notebook and pen the Holy Spirit took control. The pen flew across the paper and would not stop until He had His say.

 

“Come to Me all My children for your joy shall be complete. My arms are open to all but there are those who desire to refute Me, willing to do harm against those who believe.

Nations of evil shall be destroyed and live no more. Those who support anarchy and violence shall disappear never to be seen again. Desert rats shall play tag upon their bones for all who do not kneel in confession and repentance shall serve the one who has led them to their doom.

Nations are at risk in these last days. My appearance shall bring them low to the ground as a serpent in the desert dunes. The time has come when My people must stand up or all they believe shall fall.

Countries are turning to unwise notions that they are superior to others. Look about you and see death across the land. Millions are being killed through hatred and disillusionment. Suicides are being done in the Name of My Father. STOP! For eternity is long, is endless, and you shall not see the glory of the Lord but will dwell in a place of horror and misery that cannot touch the imagination of man. Torches are lit, curse words screamed, hatred, and violence prevail.

The storm of the Lord shall sweep across the land and all who are in its path shall be blown to the ends of the earth. Wells will dry, buildings lay in rotted piles where only the bugs shall enter. Take heed you heathens of Satan’s kingdom your end of violence is near!

Lift your prayers My children for all who are in the path of this violence. Their hatred spreads like wildfire and many shall be entranced and step into the flames. Pray for those who teeter on the fence of heaven or hell. Help them to step across the line of life or death for their decision shall last for all time.

Reach out in love, draw them by My light as bugs are drawn to the nights light. Reach out to those who are in pain. Emotional, spiritual, and in their bodies. You have My authority and miracles are still alive. Believe My children, for My power shall flow through you. Obey My callings, My directions. Bring healing to hearts and souls.

Stand tall in the adversity that now cries loud and clear. Many are fooled by the sly words of those who believe in self. Self is as foolish as jumping off a cliff with no net to catch you below. Only rocks will meet you as you descend into the never ending space of all time.

Forget not the words I speak for My wrath shall be poured out opening your eyes as a sudden horrible dream will raise you up out of bed. Listen not and you shall see those things you only imagined on a screen filled with screams. Horrors are ahead for all who turn away, grab them children in your arms of love. They shall not listen but don’t give up, all hope is in Me.

Lift your heads, your hearts, your hands, and praise the King. As a blink of an eye you shall bow before the King, your crown laying at His feet. Your faces aglow with His glory for you are a daughter, a son of the King.

A religion of fear, hatred, and violence shall be stopped in its tracks. For those who come against My people shall die in their ignorance with no one to grieve their passing. Hell awaits them with open arms and My tears shall flow, for their demise should not have been.  Their eyes are blinded by those who allowed evil to enter their souls.

Cry out My children, let those in power know your prayers. Pray your ears, and theirs, shall be open to My words of warning, for I have spoken and it shall come to pass.

Love them, hate their sins, and be alert to their deceptive ways. Let not your leaders turn your heads for the wars across the land shall bring pain but the victory is yours.”

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For those who want scriptural confirmation, here are some. 1Jn. 1:4 – Mt. 26:52, 24:24, 7:16 – Ez. 12:13, 12:19-20, 12:25 – 2Cor. 5:20-21 – Heb. 10:2 – Is. 8:12 – Joel 2:2 – 1 Peter 2:9 – 2Thes. 2:11

Author Sue Cass – “Dawn’s Light” – “Pursuit” – “Laying Down my Net-A Walk of Faith” – “Sacrifices of a Saint” – “Seek My Face.”

http://www.elahministries.com

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elah501c@bellsouth.net

Blessings to you. 🙂

Does God use dreams and visions?

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“Where in the world did that come from?” I ask myself. Was that a dream? My imagination? Was it a vision? Does the Lord, through His Holy Spirit, really give us visions?

There are many references and accounts of visions and dreams throughout scripture. Joel 2:28-29 says that “…Your old men shall dream dreams. Your young men shall have visions. And also My menservants and on My maidservants I will pour out My Spirit.”

There’s a difference between a dream, a vision, and our imagination. I can lay by the pool with the sun beating down on me with closed eyes and conjure up images in my mind. It’s called day dreaming.

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A dream is different in that it happens when we are asleep. We usually do not have any control over what enters our mind during the sleep state. The Lord can give us a dream but so can the enemy, the devil. “Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits, whether they are of God..” 1John 4:1 This scripture is referring to false prophets but we must also apply it to our dreams and visions.

In my experience when there are gruesome acts taking place in my dreams they are not coming from the Lord! It may have been caused by the pizza I ate but it could also be the devil. If there’s a particular dream or a portion of a dream that keeps coming back to me long after being awake, I know the Lord is wanting to reveal something to me so I write it down and pray over it. I ask the Lord to reveal to me what it is He’s trying to show me. I don’t assume I know what it means.

A vision is something totally different. We can’t conjure them up, otherwise it’s day dreaming. If the vision contradicts scripture it is not from God! I had someone ask me, “what if the fire has gone out?” Referring to his spiritual interest. I wasn’t sure how to answer that at the time but have since realized it is our choice to rekindle the fire.

An example of that is a vision the Lord gave me several years ago. Once again I am transported from the earthly world into the spiritual realm. I found myself flying through the skies. I was cruising along above the tree tops looking down at them and marveling at how pretty they are.  imagesCAXWKO3S

I can feel the sun on my back and the wind in my face.

Cruising farther along I’m suddenly peering down at sand dunes and being fascinated by their shapes and how easily they are transformed.

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As my flight continues I see in the distance a building. I can’t make out what it is but as I get closer it looks like an old warehouse or maybe just a square cement building. Leaving the trees and the sand dunes behind I come closer to the building.

Suddenly I’m standing before a door. imagesCAR6XOX9

Jesus appears beside me and I look at him. I have no idea why I’m standing before this door or what this building is. The Lord asks me, “Are you willing to go through that door not knowing what is on the other side?” I glance back at the door, then look back at him. “Yes, if You’ll go with me.” I answer.

He has a key in His hand and I stand waiting for Him to unlock the door. Jesus looks at me as He stretches out His hand.

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He says, “Sue, you have to unlock the door.”

I hesitate and stand looking at the door.  imagesCAMP1NRE  Slowly I reach for the key and taking it from Jesus hand, I insert it into the lock and turn it. The door creeks opens a few inches. I can see nothing of what is on the other side. As though an invisible hand pushes the door, it begins to open wider and I try to see whatever it is that I might be stepping into.

I look back at the Lord and see He is looking at me and smiling. The love in His eyes cannot go un-noticed. As I gaze into His eyes He reaches out and takes my hand and together we step across the threshold.

The vision ends.

Jesus does not make us do anything! He sets before us a door with an invitation to step across its threshold. He holds the key but it is up to each individual to make the choice to reach out, take it from His hand, insert it into the lock, and turn it. We can’t see what’s on the other side until we open it.

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“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Hebrews 11:1

“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened. Matt. 7:7-8

Author Sue Cass – “Dawn’s Light” – “Pursuit” – “Laying Down my Net-A Walk of Faith” – “Sacrifices of a Saint” – “Seek My Face.”

http://www.elahministries.com

http://www.suecass.tateauthor.com

elah501c@bellsouth.net

Blessings to you. 🙂

Getting out of God’s way

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Looking back and seeing some of the things that Christ has done in my life, well, it totally amazes me! I say, some, because if I tried to list them there would be to many.

When I chose to give the Lord permission to do with my life as He sees fit I had no idea what or where He would take me. I had to choose to lay my will aside and let Him have control. It’s been like the song lyrics, “Jesus take the wheel.” That is not always easy!

I grew up having to survive a controlling, abusive, and manipulative home life. Once out of that environment I wanted control! No-one was going to tell me what I can or cannot do any more! So choosing to step aside and give control to God? Oh wow, that’s sure asking a lot, Lord. But…

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The big test of my letting go was when the Lord said He wanted me to give up my home, friends, church, and all that I was familiar with, and comfortable with, and move to another land.

Are You kidding me!?

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That started what I call a five year odyssey. He chose the state, “You’re moving me there to kill me, Lord!” He chose my car, “I don’t need a four wheel drive!” He chose my house. “I don’t like that house!”

Yep, we have to get out of His way in order to allow Him to fulfill whatever purpose He has for doing whatever He is doing – whether we understand it or not!

I was miserable for that first eighteen months. I felt trapped and fought tooth and nail. I learned quickly that God isn’t intimidated with my temper tantrums and when I’d run out of steam He was always there to accept my pleas for forgiveness. I’m sure He thought at times, “This is getting old, Sue.” I really thank Him that He has more patience than I do!

My next move was another surprise. “I want you to go visit your niece” the Lord instructed me one day. My niece lived in another state. ”

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“Oh by the way. You’ll be buying a house while you’re there,” the Lord tells me as I’m speeding toward my destination. I almost fell out of the car!

By this time my training has taught me several things. One being, don’t bother to argue with God, you’ll lose! Another major lesson was I can trust Him. He did what He said He would do not just once but every time!

My trust was being built a step at a time and by the third move, oh yeah, more states, more houses, and more lessons, I was finally getting the big picture and not arguing and fighting as before. Okay, so I did try to assert my independence at times. It was all part of the process and didn’t seem to bother the Lord one little bit. He wanted me to trust Him enough to be obedient.

 

images[7]  That was the big lesson He was teaching me. Let go of my will and do His.

For five years the Lord had me moving from one state to another and in each state there were more lessons to be learned. I had to confront my wounded heart, I had to confront attitudes and false lessons that were taught me through the years, and confront my distrust. It was a journey that was very much like a roller coaster ride. About the time I would relax it was time for another scream. I missed my friends, my church family, I felt out of place in all the new locations and would tell people, “I’m just passing through.” None of the places felt like home regardless of how long I was there.

Finally one day the Lord said I could go wherever I wanted to live. My reply was, “I’ll go wherever You want me to go.”

I confess, I was tired of the moves and I was tired of the hard lessons.

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I could visualize the grin on His face as the Lord said, “I want you back in Georgia”

I screamed, I cried, and I danced.

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I was going home! But the lessons didn’t stop. He moved me three more times.

Now as I enjoy my home, I marvel at His grace. I look around and the gift of His mercy is spelled out. “You aren’t moving any more. This is My gift to you for your obedience,” Jesus softly whispered.

I have the home I wanted, I have His peace filling me, His assurance that He is always with me, and I take comfort in knowing that whatever lessons He sets before me will strengthen me in my walk with Him – if only I get out of His way.

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“But Jesus replied, My Father is always working and so am I.” John 5:17

Author Sue Cass- “Dawn’s Light” – “Pursuit” – “Laying Down my Net-A Walk of Faith” – “Sacrifices of a Saint” – “Seek My Face.”

http://www.elahministries.com

http://www.suecass.tateauthor.com

elah501c@bellsouth.net

Blessings to you. 🙂