Month: July 2015
His Glory, Not Mine! – Testimony
Whatever suffering we have gone through, the Lord Jesus can use to bring hope and healing to others. There is hope!
Is God Faithful?
“And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look upon it, that I may remember that everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is upon the earth.” Gen. 9:16
“Faithful is He that calls you, who also will do it.” 1 Thes. 5:24
“And behold, I am with you, and will keep you in all places wherever you go, and will bring you again into this land; for I will not leave you, until I have done that which I have spoken to you of.” Gen. 28:15
“Thy Mercy, O Lord, is in the heavens; and thy faithfulness reaches unto the clouds.” Ps. 36:5
“I will sing of the mercies of the Lord for ever; with my mouth will I make known thy faithfulness to all generations.” Ps. 89:1
“God is faithful, by whom you were called into the fellowship of His Son Jesus Christ our Lord.” 1 Cor. 1:9
“The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some men count slackness; but longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.” 2Peter 3:9
“If we believe not, yet He abides faithful; He cannot deny Himself. Nevertheless the foundation of God stands sure, having His seal, The Lord knows them that are His. And, Let every one that names the name of Christ depart from iniquity.” 2 Tim. 2:13, 19
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Unborn Sacrifices ~
On the altar of lust,
built upon immorality
sacrificing unborn babies
has become our new reality.
To the world, they’re just tissue,
to God, His very own creation
yet, we terminate their lives . . .
in the name of legalized abortion.
One by one we disregard,
their tiny body parts . . .
sell them to those interested
in livers, kidneys and hearts.
Whatever the cost or profit,
these tiny body parts bring in
it will not be worth the price . . .
when God judges this murderous sin.
If Planned Parenthood could sell a soul,
I believe they would really try to
but, God they can’t barter with . . .
what from the start belonged to You.
Oh, Father please forgive them,
for they do know ~ what they do . . .
while over red wine and a salad
on their evil plans, they sip and chew!
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When God Speaks, Listen.
The Lord speaks to all of us and it is imperative that we take the time to listen.
Know any Gossips?
“The words of a gossip are like choice morsels; they go down to a man’s inmost parts.” Prov.18:8
“A gossip betrays a confidence; so avoid a man who talks too much.” Prov. 20:19
“A gossip betrays a confidence; but a trustworthy man keeps a secret.” Prov. 11:13
“A perverse man stirs up dissention, and a gossip separates close friends.” Prov. 16:28
“Your tongue plots destruction; it is like a sharpened razor, you who practice deceit.” Ps. 52:2
“Keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking lies.” Ps. 34:13
“Without wood a fire goes out; without gossip a quarrel dies down. As charcoal to embers and as wood to fire, so is a quarrelsome man for kindling strife.” Prov. 26:20-21
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What Happens Behind the Closed Doors of the Counseling Office?
The Failed Church… Let us be Encouraged.
This is a video we need to hear. So many of us are feeling disappointed in our churches. Hopefully this can help.
Do you agree with her?
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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 from you.” 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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Dawn’s Light – A Novel
Carla braces against the wind as she faces the water looking over the sea. Black, ominous, boiling clouds roll threateningly toward the shore. The sky has suddenly turned black, replacing the sun. The wind is hurricane forces, whipping and bending the trees as easily as if they are straws. Pushed to almost the breaking point, their arms sweep the ground. Their trunks lean menacingly, as though being shaken by the strong arms of a giant. A few have been ripped from the ground.
The roar of raging waves fills the air. Crashing against the beach with such force, they leave grooves, holes, then suck the fine sand back out into the gaping mouth of the sea. Their rage cannot be tamed. Their fury is bent on destruction.
The few seagulls that have braved the wind are whipped about like loose paper picked up from the street. They’re being thrown up, around, down, and can’t seem to get a foothold on where to go or how to get there. One bird is driven down, down, down. With every ounce of strength it has, it fights to keep from hitting the ground like a bomber nose diving toward earth with deadly results. At the last second before impact, it swerves, just missing the branch of a large tree and lands in the dirt beneath a wall with the words, “But the earth helped the woman, and the earth opened its mouth and swallowed up the flood which the dragon had spewed out of his mouth” written on it. Dazed, the bird stands, ruffles its feathers and staggers toward an empty barrel.
“Run!” people scream in terror. “It’s a tsunami” a man hollers as he runs as fast as he can toward the hotel. The waves roar toward the shore, threatening man, beast, and life. Anything in their path will be gone in the blink of an eye, never to be seen again.
Carla grabs her five-year-old daughter’s hand as the little girl screams, “Mommy!”
“Come on, honey, we have to run as fast as we can.”
The little girl tries but the sand seems to imprison her feet. The torrents of rain burn their eyes, raindrops so large they feel like small pebbles pelting their face, bare arms, and legs. Carla stumbles. “Mommy!” the little girl screams as she trips and Carla drags her across the sand.
“Lord help us!” Carla screams as she stumbles again while swooping her daughter into her arms.
Stumbling again, she almost drops her daughter as people rush past her. A woman slams into her, almost knocking her to the ground. She cusses at Carla and continues to run frantically. Mothers yelling for their children to hurry up, children crying in fear, screams are heard and the roar-the roar of the monstrous waves grows louder. Slowly, methodically, like an army of giants, these twenty-and thirty- foot high waves march closer and closer as people frantically try to get out of their path. Nothing will stop them. These monsters have a mind of their own.
Carla runs holding her daughter tightly in her arms. A huge wave roars up behind her and just as it’s about to swallow her whole, Carla’s eyes fly open and she bolts upright in the middle of her bed. Gasping for air, she hugs herself in the dark of her bedroom. Her body is covered in sweat and her heart is racing. Realizing she is grasping a wad of blankets tightly, she loosens her grip. It was only a dream! she thinks, relieved. Her heart finally slows and she lies back down.
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