March 16, 2014

Read at your own risk

There are consequences to everything we do, think, or say. And we are held accountable.

“The secrets of God shall be revealed to all who follow Him. His word is truth and those whose heart is open to Him will receive. Let those who doubt, those who do not believe open their hearts to Him. Yet many will not receive for their hearts have been closed by the deception perpetrated by the father of lies. They accept the lies willingly for their human wisdom is flawed. They shall not receive the kingdom of God for their eyes, ears, and hearts are blinded by the darkness of the world.

The world gives the illusion that God is dead, God is not real, or that God does nothing for them, they are forgotten souls that are on their own. What better lie can the enemy of God perpetrate in a world that is lost!

God, in His glory, came that all shall be saved and yet many reject even that. Come ye who believe and bring forth the truth. God is love and yet through His love there is discipline, justice, punishment, and wrath. He is patient yet will not stand for or accept the excuses of man.

“Follow Me” requires trust and obedience. Lay down, set aside, and reject the philosophies, attitudes, and man’s simple thinking for your eternity is near.”

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“Blessed is he who shall eat bread in the kingdom of God!” Luke 14:15

“Then He said to me, “Write, ‘Blessed are those who are called to the marriage supper of the Lamb!'” And He said to me, “These are the true sayings of God.” Rev. 19:9

March 13, 2014 Aside

Relax & enjoy-it’s done.

Gazing down at the cover of my new novel I can’t help but smile and think about the long hours, the loss of sleep, and how consuming writing can be. I feel the satisfaction of having the completed book here in my hands.

I recall the excitement I felt when it was completed, accepted by the publisher, and finally released. It’s kind of weird, when I sit down with the finished product in my hands, and begin reading what the pen has written. It’s as though it’s the first time I’ve read it. It’s different from reading the stack of typed pages, the manuscript. I’m not looking for type-o’s or how this or that needs to be stated differently. I pretend I just brought it home off the book store shelf. I just want to read the story.

Leaning back in the chair and taking in the story it’s as though someone else wrote it and I’m enjoying another’s work. The characters, setting, and plot unfolds leaving me laughing or gasping and wondering what is going to happen next. I feel as though I’m a part of the story, drawn in leaving the world outside my door.

I can’t put it down and finally as I complete the last page and gently close the cover I sit in wonder. Did I really write that? I’m awestruck because I know I didn’t write it alone. Setting the book aside I give all praise, honor, and glory to my Lord and Savior for He is the One who controls my pen.

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After Carla’s husband was killed in Iraq, Carla moves to Ivy, a small Georgia beach town, with her five year old daughter. Hoping for a fresh start and healing of her heart, Carla and Missy enjoy their first few months playing in the waves, building sand castles, and their new home. Suddenly Carla notices a stranger watching her daughter intently. Who is this person and what do they want with her daughter?

Compelling. Suspenseful. Inspiring.

A mixture of romance, intrigue, Christian values, and subtle tactics of Satan. A story that will keep you on the edge of your seat!

“And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us. And establish the work of our hands; Yes, establish the work of our hands.” Ps. 90:17

Author Sue Cass – see “And my pen wrote” post for more of my books.

This book and my others may be purchased in your local book stores nationally, Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble, Tate Publishing.com/bookstore

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March 9, 2014

Deep drop beyond the swim line

There is a line in life that we all must be careful not to cross. When I prayed, “Lord open my eyes” I was asking Him to open my eyes to what He sees. I didn’t expect what He showed me!

I’ve seen God’s great love. I’ve seen Him heal physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I’ve experienced His everlasting love and all those types of healing in my own life. But what He showed me yesterday left me crying into my pillow last night.

The day started early and was spent with a group of authors gathered together in one large event. I was looking forward to it as I do each year. I walked around the room meeting authors and scanning their books. I’m an avid reader and usually buy more than I sell.

I was shocked when scanning through the various books and listening to authors expound on their work. Looking at the acknowledgment page of one book the first sentence began, “Thank you God and His Son…” I thought, “Wow. A Christian novel.” Then pages filled with filthy language appeared. “It lends reality to the story” was the author’s justification.

Moving on, the next author explained, “But that’s the way they talk.” A little different slant to the same justification for filthy language.

“Let no corrupt word proceed out of your mouth, but what is good for necessary edification, that it may impart grace to the hearers.” Eph.4:29 seems to have been forgotten.

Yet another author proudly explains his book is about “The people God forgot.” I wanted to scream, “NO! NO! NO! GOD DOES NOT FORGET ANYONE!”

The Lord had me return to my table. Shaking my head and wondering how these professed Christians can write this stuff I obediently did as He said. Glancing around the room, after perusing just about all the books, left me wondering if there was even one that would please God. I bought nothing.

Upon returning home I was confronted with more of our world. “Be careful what you pray for” comes to mind. The T.V. news announcer states, “Four kindergarden students found performing sex acts in a classroom” left me almost speechless. “A fifteen year old boy asked his grandma to take him to the store. She said, “No” and he proceeded to beat her to death with a baseball bat.” Another T.V. news story tells how a whole town of Christians in Israel are told to convert to a certain religion or be killed.

Tears stream down my cheeks.

We have a government that no more looks to God or obeys His commands than a rock in the middle of a raging river! We’ve removed prayer from schools, we have large organizations that are hell bent on trying to remove God from the face of the earth. We have parents that are more concerned with climbing the corporate ladder or could care less what their children are doing or where they go. Young kids grow up thinking the gang they’ve entered is their answer to an unloving world. Sadly the list could go on and on and on.

I fully realize there is good in this world but what the Lord was showing me was a very small portion of the reality of a fallen world. How did this happen? How does an entire nation, a world, step into such deep waters? There has always been sin since Adam and Eve but times sure seemed to be a whole lot easier back when…. Now? Like an influenza spreading like wild fire, sin has become the norm AND WE HAVE ALLOWED IT TO TAKE ROOT!

Staring at the sign at the edge of the lake, “No lifeguard swim at your own risk.” We have a Life Guard! God, through His Son Jesus Christ. If we have accepted Him as our Savior He is our “life vest” when we step over, or jump head long, into the deep waters of life. He is our “Life Guard!” He is there to rescue us. He is there to warn us of the dangers we are about to step into. There is no logical reason, in my opinion, for anyone to drown in the cesspool of sin this world is seemingly accepting.

Jesus said, “The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy.” The sins of our world are direct acts from the devils influence in people. John 10:10 continues to say, “I have come that that they may have life, and that they have it more abundantly.” Christ is telling us that we can have a better life, a better world, with Him than without Him!

“I am the way, the truth, and the life…” John14:6

“He who has My commands and keeps them, It is he who loves me.” John 14:21

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Author Sue Cass – See “And my pen wrote”

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Blessings to you. 🙂

March 5, 2014 Aside

Can I forgive?

For some of us there are times, circumstances, or events that have taken place in our lives that are devastating, horrible, or just plain unforgivable. At least we think they are unforgivable. We end up walking around, living our lives with animosity, anger, bitterness, or hatred and our hearts are so heavy from the burden that we feel like an over loaded pack mule climbing a mountain. The weight is so heavy at times we can feel like dropping to our knees and staying put.

That’s exactly where we need to be! On our knees before the Lord God Almighty asking Him to forgive us. Why us if we are the victim? “Do not say, “I’ll pay you back for this wrong!” Wait for the Lord, and He will deliver you.” Prov. 21:22

My previous post, “Once upon a time…No fairy tale here!” is a testimony of just such circumstances I have lived. For many years I was burdened with a heart filled with hurt and anger. What was done to me for a major portion of my life could be considered unforgivable.

After accepting Christ into my life I began learning about forgiveness. “For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you.” Matthew 6:14 I wanted my heavenly Father’s forgiveness but that also meant I had to forgive the people who had harmed me. The major one being my earthly father. Ohhhh did I have a problem with that! Forgiving others seemed to be easier and came more quickly but forgiving my father was going to be a long difficult process.

“But love your enemies, do good to them…” Luke 6:35 I took care of my father for many years. I saw that he got to doctors, cleaned his home, I cooked meals and delivered them, and eventually had him in my home for a short time caring for him. I still had not forgiven him and the Lord dealt with me about that.

Once I was able to truly forgive my father and come before the Lord asking His forgiveness it was as though the saddle bags, back packs, and truck loads of hurt and anger that had been my burden for so many years was lifted. For the first time I could look at my father and not despise him. All the glory goes to the Lord for in my humanness forgiveness could not have been given.

No, I don’t have amnesia. I remember what was done and those that have done it. Forgiveness does not mean we forget what was done. It means it doesn’t control us. I have forgiven them all and walk with a free heart. Hurt and anger do not control my life any more. When the enemy, the devil, raises his ugly head, I stomp on it!

Forgiving someone who has cut you off in traffic is much easier than forgiving those who have grievously harmed us. When we are able to forgive it opens our heart and the Lord can work within us and through us. By showing Christ’s love through praying for my father, caring for him and forgiving him, (to his face) my father ended up asking Christ to forgive him and to be his Savior twenty-four hours before he died at eighty-seven years old!

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“This is good, and pleases God our Savior, who wants all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of truth.” 1 Timothy, 2: 2-3

“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith – and not this from yourselves, it is the gift of God.” Eph. 2:8

Author Sue Cass – See “And my pen wrote”

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March 4, 2014

“Do what!?” I thought the odds were against me.

“You have got to be kidding!” was my reply to the Lord when He said He wanted me to finish my basement making it into a guest house.

How exactly I was going to accomplish that feat was beyond me. It takes money, lots of money to convert a full size basement into living quarters with kitchen, bath, bedroom, and living room. He wants a whole house down there! “Come on, Lord. I can’t afford that!” “Trust Me” was His reply.

Through references I found an amazing contractor who was willing to work with me step by step. When the jack hammer began tearing through the house foundation

I walked around with ear muffs and really began to wonder if I had really heard right. Was it really the Lord telling me to do this?

Floors were being demolished,

walls put up, plumbing run.

With the constant banging of hammers, jack hammers rattling windows, and saws buzzing I couldn’t help but wonder if my peace and quiet would ever return.

Then I ran out of money. The piggy bank ran dry!

“Now what, Lord?” I asked. Again His reply was, “Trust Me.” But everything came to a stand still. With profuse apologies to my contractor I had to wait for a financial miracle.

Ohhhh but God is faithful. When He calls us to do something He is faithful to supply whatever it is we need. I needed money! Lots more money!

Opening my mailbox I flip through the mail and groan. Bills, bills, and more bills. But wait, what’s this? Quickly opening the envelope I find a letter stating a relative that went to be the Lord recently has left me a monetary inheritance. Call the contractor!

We’ve been working for months and now when things start coming together and looking like there’s light at the end of the tunnel, the piggy bank runs dry again! No more hammering or saws buzzing. All is quiet in the basement. I’m disheartened, frustrated, and ready to throw in the towel and be content with what has been accomplished so far. I pray, “Lord, I have no idea where the money for this is going to come from. I know You have been providing but….”

It doesn’t sound like much faith and each time I cry out to Him He understands. I’m the type of person that when I start something I want to get it done and rejoice in the end product. This project is truly testing my need to see the end product.

I have gotten where I hate going to the mailbox. I expect bills, bills, and more bills but today I can once again skip and jump. Instead of having to pay Uncle Sam at tax time, which I always seem to have to do, I’ve gotten a large refund. “Trust Me” takes deeper roots and the construction continues. I’ve bought my paint and as a way of saving money I begin painting.

I’ve chosen my floor covering and with great pride I begin to start installing it myself. Slowly and with great pains I have had to trust the Lord with the finances I need. When the piggy bank runs out I look heavenward and wait for the next bank account infusion. He never failed!

Almost one year to the date of the first nail hammered the basement is complete.

Kitchen, dining room, large pantry, living room, library, bedroom, full bath, laundry room, furnace room with storage. Walking from one room to the next I can hardly believe that this impossible project is done and I’m anxiously awaiting my first guests. In the natural I saw no way possible to do what the Lord called me to do but, but when the Lord said, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” (Phil. 4:13) He wasn’t kidding!

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“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” Phil. 4:6-7

Author Sue Cass

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February 28, 2014

If I had a hammer…

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. 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.

For non-believers here comes the hammer!

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 🙂

February 26, 2014

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

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.

On some days my pen just lays lazily on the desk. No wiggling or squirming to write. Maybe the Lord needs a rest, too. 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 I write 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. My short stories have some of those and well as my fiction and non-fiction books.

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 I write.

Of course I don’t want to offend. But I have been taught well and know 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 I have 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, what we 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.

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!

I get several suggestions as to how to increase 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 and short stories. There is no “nasty” stuff in my novels and you’ll find no filthy language in any, be it fiction or non-fiction.

I have turned down some book signing events due to learning the event was nothing near being conducive to a Christian environment.

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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February 22, 2014 Aside

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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February 20, 2014

Career Day? Me? Kids? Help me Lord!

This is it! Here they come.

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!

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.

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. Displays are set up. Some have a bowl of candy to offer the kids, others have items to demonstrate. The fire department is ready and a couple of policemen sit quietly chatting at their table.

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!”

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.

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. They 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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February 18, 2014 Aside

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.”

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