Unbelief? Or My Six Words?

I've been dealing with a health issue of late. I'm fine now, but while I was going through it, I had numerous people "praying over" me. Please don't misunderstand. I welcome prayer.

I'm considered a 'prayer warrior'--one who will pray at any time, day or night, for an issue brought to my attention. I will keep at it, until I hear otherwise, or have peace over the matter. Sometimes I'll pray for a day and not pray again until a week later. I will pray for as long as the Lord leads.

But I never prayed for my own healing.

I've never been one to 'demand' God heal me right now simply because I asked it in Jesus' Name. I see that as me thinking God is a magician, here to do my bidding. I've never experienced God in that way. My first inclination is to ask Him,"What do You want me to learn from this?"

"How will this bring You the most Glory?"

I remember when my mom had cancer. She stayed with me during her treatments, as she was too weak to care for herself. In that six weeks of daily radiation (52 miles each way), I had a cancer scare of my own. I remember thinking, "Lord, if I have to have cancer to show my mom Your glory, bring it." It wasn't even a conscious thought--it was just suddenly there.

I believe the things that happen to me, happen because my Heavenly Father allows them to be there.

How else would I learn? How else could I testify? How else will I encourage others to seek His Face in the middle of their trial?

I hold tightly to six words found in Daniel 3, found in verse 18.

(Starting in Daniel 3,) Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego replied to the king, "O Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to defend ourselves before you in this matter. If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from it, and He will rescue us from your hand, O king. But even if He does not, we want you to know, O king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the image of gold you have set up."

Six words. "But even if He does not..."

I may not like the trials set before me.

He could have healed me at any time, or not at all.

He still can...if He chooses.

Six little words. I believe them.

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A Legacy in Ruth Bell Graham

I recently spent some time at The Cove -- The Billy Graham Training Center -- in Asheville NC. While there, I got to deepen my appreciation for the woman behind Billy Graham, Ruth Bell Graham. I wish I had learned more about her before she went home to be with the LORD. Ruth seemed to embody a lot of the qualities I was seeking when my son was growing up. I would have liked to have known more about her, perhaps even written to her at some point. She appeared to have a handle on the day-to-day; I felt very much like I moved from one crisis to the next.

Part of that, I suppose, was the fact that I did not have Christ in my life until I was 28. In fact, my son led me to Christ when I was pregnant. The LORD had impressed upon me that I was indeed carrying a miracle; that He has plans for this child. The LORD's impression was so strong, in fact, that I immediately knew it was God, and He was serious. From that time on, my quest to know as much as I could about God took off like a rocket. My husband did not have any interest in a church--I had only the radio for my information. Late at night, a Christian radio station would come in clear, and I soaked up scripture like a sponge.

I had accepted Jesus (in words only) when I was 19 years old. It was a very matter-of-fact,"Yeah, so, what now?" attitude. I didn't think very much of it. But GOD didn't forget me. He took my decision seriously. (Even if I didn't.)

A divorce and a remarriage later, the LORD gently reminded me of my commitment and His words to me. God grew my husband and I in wisdom so we would be able to answer my son's questions, which came at a fast clip. Not having any godly family to look to for direction, I sought the Holy Spirit and a local church. God did not disappoint.

But I did wonder about the legacy I was leaving. I had those moments when I drove my son to exasperation. Those moments when I uttered hurtful words I can never take back. Sure, I'm better now, 20+years later, yet not near where I'd like to be. But what kind of memories did I create?

What legacy will I be leaving?

What will my son take away from his childhood?

Will he remember my joy in him? My delight in his antics?

I hope he remembers the laughter.

I Still Don't Feel Like It! (But I'm Gonna Be Still)

I confess I started writing this blog post before I left for North Carolina on August 28th. I've had some strange symptoms happening for the last 3 months or so; hence the not-feeling-like-it post. The day I was supposed to leave for my 10+ hour drive, I still wasn't sure if I would physically make it. I literally kicked satan out the door in the Name of Jesus and left, figuring I would drive as far as I was able, before the cramping and icky stuff started. Nine hours later, I arrived in Hillsdale VA. Not one emergency stop was necessary. Stops, yes. Emergency stops, no.

I arrived at The Cove, the Billy Graham Training Center, where the conference was being held. A little shaky, a bit of pain, but intact. The first thing I see is a banner, saying "Be Still and Know That I AM God" Yes. Breathe. Be still.

In case I missed it, there was a bigger sign inside.

The room keys. We are so conditioned to swiping our debit cards, credit cards, ID cards. Not at The Cove. Even here, we are urged to "Be Still..." and touch the key card to the lock.

Get the picture yet?

One more. I went to get ice in the machine in our lobby. I brought water to guard against dehydration and prefer it cool. Following the directions, I put the ice bucket under the dispenser, pressed the button once, and 15 seconds later, a perfect amount of ice is dispensed into my bucket.

Now I have to ask you--if man, in his wicked ways, can take care of these thoughtful details,

How much more will our Heavenly Father attend to your every need?

I know He's taken care of all my needs--especially in this past week.

How about you?

The Bears (and I Don't Mean Chicago)

I got a real treat while I was at The Cove. I walked out to the deck near the dining hall, looked down, and saw this. This was the elusive bear we were all trying to get a glimpse of during our week long stay. Taking a walk. She walked to the edge of the woods, to my left, no hurry, just walking. I hear a rustle of the trees to my right. I look over, and I see this. My dinner companions, Chris and Rochelle, had just come out to the deck. I motioned and loudly whispered, "there's bears!" The cubs heard this--one scampered up a tree about 10 feet; the other came out into the clearing a bit. Here comes Mom. Not hurrying, but about the same pace as before, went straight to the wayward bear cub and smacked him, sending him rolling! James and Ruby, my other dining companions, sadly, did not get to see this display of wildlife.

But can't you imagine the story?

I can't take another MINUTE with those two kids--they are driving me outta my TREE! "I'll be gone 5 MINUTES--don't you MOVE from this SPOT"...muttering...twins. I hadda have twins. All my friends had single births, but NO--I get twins...and boys yet...driving me out of my tree. What? Where do you think you're going Mister? I told you DO NOT LEAVE YOUR ROOM...get up in a tree like your brother (smack). Five minutes...I can't even have five minutes. Sigh.

Well, it might have been like that...

I Don't Feel Like It!

I've been sick lately. Not an allergy/cold/headache-y sick...

I've had an ongoing chronic health issue that's gotten worse over the last two months. It makes me feel very tired and well, crappy.

Stuff has started to pile up.


I know there's stuff I should be doing.... but I don't feel like it.

I have piles of papers with snippets of wisdom on them...(tweets? blog posts?)

Paragraphs that could be the start of awesome articles...(book chapters? articles for publication?)

I just don't feel like it.

Add the usual "shoulds" to my daily routines--clean the house (because the kitchen floor is adhesive in spots)/ cook real food (because the take-out places are starting to recognize my voice) /and the most important one,

God is still waiting for me.

Yes, there have been times when I've left Him by the wayside... because I didn't feel like ...


Reading His Word...

Talking to Him in some other tone than whining....

I sat in my own little corner, moaning my body's betrayal, not feeling like doing anything about it.

But then today... I could choose to not feel like it...or choose to do it anyway.

If I failed, I would be no worse off that I've been over the last two months. But if I was successful in my attempt...?

Please don't misread what I'm saying here. I truly had (and continue to have) a health issue that wipes me out so completely, I sometimes don't make it to the bathroom from the bedroom (a span of 12 feet). I made a pan of lasagna the other day that resulted in a 3 hour nap. There are 'invisible illnesses' that are truly devastating to experience and affect many women's daily lives. I have had a glimpse into their world and can be so empathetic to their circumstances.

I can only speak for myself.

I chose to do a long devotion today, even though I really didn't feel like it.

God was waiting for me--and graciously poured out His wisdom and love on me.

In His strength, He will guide me! In His unfailing love, He will Lead me!...the Lord tested the Israelites...'For I am the LORD who heals you!' (Exodus 15-NIV) Promise after promise. No hand slap because I've been away--He knows the afflictions I've had. I'm not condemned for my feelings.

And neither are you.

The mess may still be there. You still may not feel like doing anything about it.

Choose to feel like it. Even when you don't want to. And watch what my God will do.

Privileged To Pray!

I have been highly favored. I get to pray for my friends.

There are those who are going through physical issues.

Those dealing with broken relationships.

Those with no hope.

Those with financial worries.

Those suffering from deaths in the family.

And, most importantly, those with unspoken requests.

I'm just getting started.

Scripture tells us, in 1Thessalonians 5:17, to "pray continually," (NIV).

The Amplified Bible says we are to "Be unceasing in prayer [praying perseveringly];"

What a privilege to pray for my friends!

How can I pray for you?

Will You Obey?

This mosaic is on display within the bowels of New York City's subway system. On a recent trip to a Yankee game, I noticed these pieces of art placed sporadically throughout the tunnel. I was reminded of God's ever-watchful eye, watching over His own...wherever they may be.

Abram heard God speak during his everyday goings on. In Genesis 12:1-4(NIV) Abram was told by God to 'leave his country, his people and his father's household' so he could go to the land the LORD would show him. And "...Abram left, as the Lord had told him..." (verse 4)

Abram was obedient.

Would I be as obedient as Abram?

Would you?

So What's Your Point?

"This is the account of Noah. Noah was a righteous man, blameless among the people of his time, and he walked with God." Genesis 6:9 (NIV)(bold letters mine)

Noah lived in the midst of a wicked population, yet he "found favor in the eyes of the Lord" Genesis 6:8 (NIV). He didn't find favor for anything he did. It was his heart condition that found favor in God's eyes.

Today's reading in my devotional, My Utmost For His Highest by Oswald Chambers, is along this same vein. He writes, "Am I building up the Body of Christ, or am I looking for my own personal development only? The essential thing is my personal relationship to Jesus Christ--'That I may know Him.'...Whenever I want things for myself, the relationship is distorted."

I remember participating in a 3-legged race once. If we didn't walk together, we soon were a laughing heap on the ground.

And so it is with walking with God.

If we didn't walk together, we could not move forward.

Are you walking with Him today? Or are you following your own agenda?

Appearances Can Decieve

Things are not always as they appear.

I was accused recently of not "being a Christian" because I didn't behave the way somebody thought a "Christian" should behave. I was lied to, to my face, more than once.

I decided I will no longer have anything to do with that person. My boundary had been crossed and I would not, and will not pursue a reconciliation.


I guess it depends on your standard.

Matthew 5:37 (NIV) says it plain to me. "Simply let your 'Yes' be 'Yes', and your 'No', 'No'; anything beyond this comes from the evil one."

Forgive? Difficult, but yes. But that doesn't mean I'm going to put myself in the same situation to be lied to again.

"The test of our spirituality comes when we come up against injustice and meanness and ingratitude and turmoil, all of which have the tendency to make us spiritual sluggards. We want to use prayer and Bible reading for the purpose of retirement. We utilize God for the sake of getting peace and joy, that is, we do not want to realize Jesus Christ, but only our enjoyment of Him. This is the first step in the wrong direction. All these things are effects and we try to make them causes." --Oswald Chambers, "My Utmost For His Highest"

This is today's reading (July 10) from the devotional I am currently using. I expect my Christian walk to be bloody and painful at times because the enemy of my soul will stop at NOTHING to defeat me. The more I do for God, the more I expect opposition.

But I have a strong foundation.

"...God's solid foundation stands firm, sealed with this inscription: "The Lord knows who are his..." 2 Timothy 2:19 (NIV)

Attempt at Productivity - Step 1

These cookies are my undoing.I'm blaming hormonal changes at this point, but I realize this is too much information.

Pardon my digression.

I started out today fully intending to leave my home office--(where a thousand things are waiting to be done) and sit at my local coffee/sandwich place of choice to get some serious writing done.

After running 4 errands, I arrived, starved, ready to get busy. Only 2 more errands after this and I could check all those "to-do's" off today's list.

And you know God laughed.


I set myself into a corner table near an outlet to finish my devotion before the writing session. As I'm finishing up my reading from Proverbs, a young couple sit diagonally behind me. Fine. I can tune them out.

Then the conversation started in earnest and got louder. Apparently they are not going out; he is 17 with a 16 year old drama-queen girlfriend and she is 18 or 19, with a penchant for drinking every night. The conversation escalated to their individual sexual prowess.

I really don't want to listen to this.

At this point I was really glad I carry a pair of earplugs in my purse. Yes, really. They are invaluable when one is faced with a situation as described above, having to be a patient in a hospital, or finding oneself at a fireworks show--(my husband is a licensed pyro-technician, so this is not as much an isolated occurrence as one might think).

But I digress.

Earplugs installed, I concentrated on Mark 4 and the parable of the four soils. I use a life application NIV Bible, because I find the footnotes helpful. Verses 18 and 19 caught my eye.

"Still others, like seed sown among thorns, hear the word; but the worries of this life, the deceitfulness of wealth and the desires for other things come in and choke the word, making it unfruitful." (Bold letters mine)

The footnote went deeper still. "The four soils represent four different ways people respond to God's message. Usually we think about four different kinds of people. But he may also have been talking about a) different times in a person's life or b) how we willingly receive God's message in some areas of our lives but resist it in others. For example, you may be open to God about your future, but be closed about how you spend your money. Or respond like good soil to God's demand for worship, but be rocky soil to his demand to give to people in need.

We need to be like good soil in every area of our lives."

A life packed with materialistic and carnal pursuits deafens us to God's Word.

I wish I could tell you I spoke to those young people and shared the gospel with them, but I didn't. I prayed they would be receptive to the person who would, whenever that time came. Here at Panera, at 4:30 PM wasn't the time.

Memphis - Part 5 (Conclusion/Graduation)

Sigh. Our Memphis trip is over; life is back to the somewhat normal of our routine. I've had nostalgic moments running through my mind. I'm not thinking, "where did the time go?" kinds of thoughts. When my son was small, I remember reading Erma Bombeck's quote about if she had life to do over, she would laugh more and scold less, say yes more than no, among other "Bombeck-isms" in her own unique style. I took these suggestions to heart.

I hope my son remembers the fun.

I hope he remembers the laughter.

I hope he remembers me praying for him.

I asked myself, why was I so worried about how he would turn out?

All through his later years of high school, he got himself up and out of the house, without my assistance.

He waited until he was 18 (not legal age of 16) to get his driver's license and immediately drove an hour to see his then-girlfriend --all on major highways.

He did all the applications and financial aid to change colleges after 1 semester at the local community college.

Two years later he did the same to attend a college more suited to his passion for music. He got an e-mail on Wednesday, stating his application and financial aid were approved. Move-in day was Saturday. He packed up his car and drove, sight unseen, from Pennsylvania to Tennessee, with a GPS and our blessing.

He graduated last month from that college, with honors.

Within the span of 10 days, he established residency in Tennessee, transferred his car, and got an apartment.

Really? I was worried about this kid?

"Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it." Proverbs 22:6 (NIV)

Thank You Jesus.

I'm So Tired of the Crap.

I've been the recipient of an awful lot of crap lately. The last few months have been instance after instance of bad manners, thoughtless gestures, health issues and a general feeling of I-say-what-goes-and-there-isn't a darn-thing-you-can-do-about-it.

You may have gleaned I don't do well in this environment.

I brought my concerns to the Lord. I know He has only good planned for me. (Romans 8:28)

I pleaded for Him to show me His wisdom and comfort through these trials. I got more trials.

I I held onto His promise that He would not forsake me. (Deuteronomy 31:6,7) Verse 8 says

The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged." [bold letters mine]

But I was discouraged.

I cried out to the LORD, about the unfairness, the injustice; the crap I've been handed.

He listened.

He forced me to look at my hand in the incidents; I wasn't getting off scot-free.

Some mistakes were mine; I had not had all the facts. But I am not responsible for the actions of others.

As far as it had depended on me, I had done the right things. And it was affirmed to me.

Matthew 5:37 (NIV) states it plain--

" Simply let your 'Yes' be 'Yes' and your 'No', 'No'; anything beyond this comes from the evil one."

There will be friendships lost; those seasons are over. Feelings may be hurt.

That's too bad.

I want God's approval, not the world's or the enemy's.

And His grace is sufficient for me.

Plausible Deniability

Plausible Deniability. I first heard this phrase in one of my favorite movies, "Max Keeble's Big Move". Max, a picked-on seventh grader, planned some 'pay-backs' for the bullies of the school to coincide with the last week Max was there before moving away. He asks his real friends, a boy nicknamed Robe and a girl named Meagan to help him set up the pranks--explaining all the blame will fall on him, (after he's moved away) not them. They didn't know what they were jumping into, but they trusted Max. As they won't know all the details of his plans, they have 'plausible deniability'.

Without going into much detail, Max arranges things so the bullies who were taking advantage of the more helpless ones get put into place. Those who were bullied finally have a say.

The ones who were laughed at, robbed of their lunch money, made to feel inferior; all the different ones; were finally united by the actions of one individual.

Justice was served. (I love a good 'underdog' movie).

I couldn't help but think of how God gives us plausible deniability. God works things to happen in our lives for our good. ("And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him..." Romans 8:28 [NIV]). We don't know all the details, or how elaborate His methods are to accomplish what He wants for us. We don't even know who else is involved; how intertwined our lives are with others. We go along with what He asks; not knowing what He has planned next--but trusting Him all the same.

And I couldn't help but think of Jesus.

How the actions of one person could change the whole attitude, one person at a time.

Plausible deniability.

We will not be held accountable for what we have done in this life if we have accepted Jesus as our personal Saviour. (1John 1:9 [NIV])

He will take the blame.

His blood washes us clean; white as snow. (Romans 10:9 [NIV])

Are you jumping into what He has planned for you?


It's been one of those weeks. I was flying high on the heels of a great long weekend of dynamic church services--and then the enemy struck. He was throwing disappointment and bad attitude around like it was candy at a Christmas parade. I almost succumbed to it, a few different times, until I remembered..

I remembered my anointing.

He has called me to make art, to write, for His Glory. He has blessed the work of my hands.

"I am writing these things to you about those who are trying to lead you astray. As for you, the anointing you received from Him remains in you, and you do not need anyone to teach you. But as His anointing teaches you about all things and as that anointing is real, not counterfeit--just as it has taught you, remain in Him." 1 John 2:26-27 (NIV) (bold letters mine)

Get thee behind me satan. I'm not for sale.

Memphis - Part 4 (Walkin' in Memphis - B)

Yes, we did a lot of walkin' in Memphis. It's the most inexpensive way to get around--must pay for parking EVERYWHERE in downtown. But, it's also the best way to see the nuggets I found.

Even bicycles for rent if you grew weary of walking.

Memphis...with the mighty Mississippi River close by.

My heart has been stolen. I have a new place to visit and get lost in God's presence. Memphis.

Memphis - Part 3 (Walkin' in Memphis - A)

When my son first moved to Memphis, the song "Walkin' in Memphis" by Marc Cohn took on a new meaning. Instead of it just being a great song to sing along with, I now had a personal connection with it. My son was going to school there.

But now that I've been there, it's a whole different experience. I've been "walkin' in Memphis", and I was pleasantly surprised.

For my feet were "...ten feet off of Beale..."

Seeing the pride and, yes, the soul of the people and the history associated with this city blew me away. The passion. The consuming passion and the artistry spoke deep into my soul.

The passion. Whether it is for the music, beauty or life itself, was evident.

Thank you, Memphis, for sharing yourself with me, and getting under my skin.

Memphis - Part 2

If you want to find the best places to eat, ask the locals. The ones who live right in the city (and I do mean downtown)--these people will tell you where the 'locals' go to eat. When we asked 4 people and got the same name 4 times out of 7 suggestions, we were pretty sure this was going to be the place.

The Blue Plate Cafe, at 113 Court Square South in Downtown Memphis is one of those places. Their menu, (which we were encouraged to take home) is printed on newsprint and has 2 pages of newsy facts and quotes; perfect 'while yer waitin' fodder.

Breakfast is served anytime and prices are extremely reasonable. The only things we found on the menu over $10 were the 'Country Ham with 2 eggs--$10.99' (But know that the slab of ham COVERED the whole plate) and the dinner special, served Monday--Saturday nights of "ALL YOU CAN EAT CATFISH--$11.95".

Need I mention the biscuits and gravy? Or the REAL Southern grits? Oh. My. Goodness.

The line was out the door when we arrived, but we only had a 10-20 minute wait. We ate there twice in our 5 days in Memphis, but as good as our meals were (and they were EXCELLENT!) our waitress, KATRINA, was the best. (We waited for one of her tables when we went back and she remembered us.) All the staff are very hardworking, attentive servers; polite to all customers--greeting the regulars by name--like a hometown eating establishment should be. Katrina was no exception; she went out of her way to be sure we had whatever we needed. And could that lady MOVE! I would not get in her way when she's on a mission! She made sure our visit stood out and did Memphis proud.

I want to go back! And I'm waiting for one of Katrina's tables!

Got Baggage?

Baggage. We are on day 5 of a 15 day vacation and I'm pretty well fed up with my baggage. In my haste to remember everything, I find myself needing to search through various nooks and crannies of each suitcase to find the needed item. Thank you technology--but so many WIRES! So much STUFF! I missed worshiping with my home church, but I went on the website and was able to catch last week's sermon--(I had been leading God-Tham City kids, our kid's church so I was pleased to find the sermon I missed.) If you would like to view the sermon, please visit KLFC.org .

The visiting Pastor, Dr. Bez, spoke on the fourth chapter of Jonah--"Jonah and the...(I won't give it away)", but my mind wandered a bit back to a day I had a "Jonah" experience--back in 1997. My mom was suffering with cancer and was about to start on the grueling chemo/radiation regimen that may or not save her life.

Now, please understand, I was an unruly teenager once upon a time (yes, I know it's hard to believe--but maybe not for some of you). The daughter my mother remembered was not a very nice person, but given mom's health concerns, this was the only possible alternative.

I, on the other hand, also remembered the rocky times--the difference was I had accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Savior since then and knew taking care of my mom was the right thing to do.

BUT--in remembering our past and our 'baggage', I copped a Jonah attitude. Why should I show her my Jesus? After the way she treated me? I'm the first to admit, I really didn't want to. I was a lot like Jonah with the Ninevites, deciding myself that they (mom) didn't deserve salvation...well, maybe they (she) did, but it wasn't gonna come from me!

God's pruning/growth spurts HURT!

Knowing the caretaker role I was embarking on, God started to show me my mother through His eyes, not the woman I remember, but a lost soul who needed saving, carrying her own baggage. I was suddenly able to see clearer and do for her as if I were doing all for Jesus, despite my own baggage (which I noticed was getting a little lighter each day.)

Like Jonah, I had to learn the tough lesson by being willing to accept and trust God for the outcome..

My willingness, plus seeing the relationship between my husband and I, helped to show Jesus to my mother. Four months before cancer took her life, she did accept Jesus Christ as her Savior. We still had our moments, and some unpacked luggage, but we both knew that peace that passes all understanding.....the kind that can only come from Jesus.

Memphis - Part 1

I could of sworn it was Louie Armstrong standing there in the lobby...but of course it wasn't. It was a bronze statue against a backdrop of exquisite cut glass; at night the blue/green glass shimmered as the only light in the area--highlighting Louie in all his glory. Yes, I was in Memphis, Tennessee.

I was there for my son's senior project. He gave his all to this project--losing and finding himself in the whole process. This was a very good thing for him. Knowing him as I do--as only mothers can know their sons--he had been struggling for years to find his way. He knew his passion; yet had those fears of actually pursuing it, afraid to fail.

He didn't fail.

He succeeded with an assurance; an expertise I knew he was capable of--but didn't know if he knew. He knows now.

He graduates next week. A hard earned Bachelor's Degree in Music Business Ministry. He is ready for the position God has for him. My son has been taught the things he needs to know, and met the people he needs to connect with, to succeed in bringing God's plan for him to fruition.

I give thanks to the Lord, for His answers to my prayers.

And I am a proud mom.