Without Spot….hello world


How do you see yourself each day when you get up and look in the mirror? Do you see  someone who is laden with temptations of your old life? Some one who is  burdened with the battle of the bulge, some one who gets angry when people act dumb and stupid in your presence and what you really want to do is haul off and slap the stupid out of them?

Guess what?  God knows exactly how you feel, but He does not want you to act upon your impulses. He wants you to act like His Son Jesus and respond with His will and Word on the subject.

If you do fall off the wagon and hit the floor with a scream, Father will actually pick you up, dust you off and put  you back in the wagon along the path He has set for your life.  All He ask, is that you ask Him to forgive you and actually mean it.  Do you know that when He looks at you, He does not see you. He sees Jesus. Remember that time you said, “Father, forgive me of my sin.”  He took you for your word and did that. He let you exchange your sin for Christ’s One righteousness and you became the One He sees when He looks at you.  It is no longer you but Christ payment for your sin that He sees.

You are without spot before the Father if Christ has taken your sin and you have received His righteousness.  Simple exchange.

Does that make me free to sin?  Heaven forbid!  It makes Father free to keep you in the center of His will even though you don’t deserve to be kept. Sin should have no place in your life because He has given you power over sin and you don’t have to sin. 

Sin is now a choice. If you willfully sin after Christ has taken your sin, you have no more sacrifice for sin and it falls squarely on your shoulders.  Remember that ole saying, “what goes around, comes around.”  

Be careful to walk in righteousness, trust God for cleansing daily and seek first the kingdom… You don’t want to be caught  in the ‘comes around.’

 

Priority One…hello world


Today I got up in a hurry. Jumped out of bed. Ran downstairs. Ate my breakfast. Jumped into my house coat because it was too cool for running around in my P.J.’s. Brushed my teeth.  And while standing there looking at myself in the mirror, I heard the Lord say: 

          “Forgot to say ‘good morning Lord’, didn’t you?”

Yes, I did.  Every morning when I awake, I open my eyes and say, “Good Morning, Lord!” and have a conversational prayer before I get out of bed.  Today I just jumped.

Loving Father is my first priority.  I call it “Priority One”.  He is the One I love with all my heart, mind, soul, and I never want that to change.  He is my number One Priority each day and everyday.  . . . . . and I don’t every want to forget to speak to Him daily.

I don’t want to take Him for granted. I want to show Him thankfulness for all He does for me, with me and to me.  I want to show Him love everyday, all day and even through the night.  When I show Him love and thankfulness, my mind will be focused on all the things that really matter in this life. 

“Good morning, Lord!  I love you and thank you for this day! I submit my mind, will and emotions to Your handling this day and take on the mind of Christ that I may know Your will for me today! I desire to walk in the light and stay out of the darkness.  In Light, I know the promises You have made to  me and I will walk therein today. I will honor You with obedience to Your will and serve You.  Lord, You are my way, my truth, my life today and everyday.  You are my Priority One!   Amen”

Hello World….Dreams


                Sometimes you hold back and you don’t talk very openly about Jesus Christ because you know that’s controversial. Listen, don’t hold back! That’s the power for answered prayer – Jesus’ Name. It’s the power that clarifies the real issue to people. Jesus is who they have to deal with. You’re not deciding about my belief. You’re deciding about Jesus. That’s where the power is to change lives.   Daily Bible Guide 

That is a direct quote from a site on the internet that stated the reason people don’t speak up. I don’t have the power to change anyone in any way.  I can only tell you what He did for me, is doing for me and what I believe He will do for me in the future.  I have to deal daily with my life before Him and if I am doing what I think He wants me to do.   You have to deal with Him and your life in your own way.  My best friend told me that for years, she would hear the Lord speaking to her and she would listen and within hours forget what He had said to her.  She said it bothered her so much that she decided to get a pen and notebook and write down what He was saying to her and write down her prayers. She told me that action changed her life.  She could remember what He was telling her and she could go back and see the answers to prayers she had prayed.  I do the same now, because I forget things if I don’t write them down.  Like a dream I had a couple of weeks ago. 

I had a dream that He told me to tell my class at Sunday School. I got ready, took my bible and got there early so I could write down my dream to tell the class. Then I thought, I will remember it. They will be in class in about 15 minutes.  Class started, I remembered and told everyone, “as soon as everyone gets seated, I have to tell you about this dream I had last night.”  We did our morning prayers, prayer request, took up the Sunday School offering and I told them I would tell them about the dream after we finished the lesson for the morning.  We finished the lesson and it was almost time to dismiss class so I told them I would tell them next Sunday Morning. As soon as church was over, I would write down the dream I thought. 

When I got home from church, I thought about the dream and told my husband not to let me forget to write down the dream I had last night. “OK.” he said to me. Right before bedtime, he said, ‘did you write down the dream?’  I said, “What dream?”  He said, “The one you asked me to remind you to write down.”  I stood there for a moment and racked my brain. . . . . . .   the dream was gone.

Still to this day, I can not remember the dream.  When He tells me/you something,  we need to either do it right then or write it down so we can remember what He told us. The enemy is out to steal, kill and destroy and he does.  The enemy stole God’s dream right from me because I didn’t obey as I was told. 

What is it that He is asking you to do daily?  Where is He leading you?  When are you going to get on the path and do it? Why aren’t you running the race as He directed?    How many times is it going to take for you to catch the dream and fly with it?

Ask, Knock, Seek.

Hello World….Rejoice Be Glad


WOW!   God is so good  — all the time He is good.  

Beloved, God loves to surprise us with His grace, mercy and bounty–so abundant is His grace and mercy and bounty that we sometimes fail to see the answer right before our very eyes.   He is God and He can do anything…… …… Can you imagine the love light in His eyes as He watches us receive   the answer  to our prayers and as He hears the joy and gladness  in our voices as we praise and   worship Him for the answers coming forth?

We are quick to ask, but not patient in waiting for the answers.          Years ago, I prayed for my husband to become the Mighty Man of God that I know He can be.      I am still praying for that prayer to be answered. 

Yesterday, I wondered if I was praying the wrong prayer… Should I be asking for Him to become the Mighty Man of God that God knows He is and just begin to thank God that  my husband is what    God says he is and stop fretting when I see him mad and angry, cussing and throwing things. 

Today I asked God:  “Why is he still like he was 30 years ago. And this is the answer I got.

       He is not the same man he was 30 years ago, he is a better man, but he still has a lot of rough edges to  be ground off.  Also, I use his rough edges to polish you, my Child.  When you stop fretting and fall into constant rejoicing  in all things, you will see the glory of the Lord go before you.   Stop praying and start rejoicing in WHO he is right now and watch Me change him into what he is becoming.  You expect a miracle by believing it is done and you won’t be disappointed. 

God, I believe You can do all I ask of you.  I rejoice in this right now!

Hello World… People need people


Do people need you?

Do they need you to be there for them in the good times and the bad times?  Are  you able to walk with them on their journey down the paths of rejoicing and sadness?   Can you identify with the good and the bad in people’s’ lives or do you only identify with the good?    Can you walk in darkness with someone and not stumble?   Can you pray without ceasing?   Can you mourn with those who have lost loved ones?   Can you help the needy when their money runs out?   Can you be a friend to the unfriendly ones who hurt your feelings over and over and over?  Can you comfort someone who needs a comforting Word?  Can you do this and keep your head held high?  Can you be in the presence of evil and not fall?

You can if you know the Savior and are obedient to His every Word!   His Word and love never ends and never grows weary.  He will give you the strength, energy, resources, gladness, wisdom, light, friendship, and ability to overcome all things.

People need people who know the Lord.

Hello World…..What is your Story?


Every body has a story and every body has a tail to tell.

I would like to know your story and how you feel about what life has dealt to you in the cards of life.  What is your story? So start a blog.

I have been reading some of the blogs that are written. Some are exciting, some sad, some fun, some have wonderful food ideas and some make me wonder, ‘what happened in your life to bring you to this conclusion about life?’

This is my story:      I grew up in a family of  one mom, one dad, one brother and two sisters.  I was the oldest and the one who caught most of the whippings because I was the oldest and in charge of making sure the younger ones did not get into trouble, go into the street to play,  or  climb on top of the chicken house and try to fly. 

Yes, my brother actually did that when he was 8 years old. He had the umbrella, like Mary Poppins, dressed in a white T-shirt and shorts with a towel tied around his neck so he would have a cape like Superman.   Boy, did I get a whipping for that one…… All I did was tie the towel for him and hold the ladder while he climbed on top of the chicken house.   At 10, I didn’t think anyone would get hurt and nobody would know what we had done.  The lady next door saw us and called mom and told on us.  We were so mad, until Mom gave me the whipping and held him like he was a new-born baby. That was the day I knew she liked him more than me.

Our baby sister, Joan, was the spoiled one.  When the rest of us got a whipping for minor things like swinging from tree vines across the deep ditch out back of the neighbor’s house, she would get a popsicle and hugged for behaving.  She was only three and could not hold the vine like the rest of us, was the only reason she didn’t try to swing.  And when we built the kudzu house in the neighbor’s yard, she was the tattle tail who told Mom we had a knife as large as a machete cutting the vines.  The time we all decided, to cross the street, to build a hut in the woods from all the cardboard from the store behind our friends house and she ran to tell Mom we were leaving her to stand guard in the yard while we crossed the busy street….she got a big cookie.

But poor Jan, the middle sister, she wasn’t as lucky as our brother.  She had a terrible temper when she didn’t get her way and  she caused herself and me many whacks across the legs with a hickory-stick that could have been avoided.  All she would have had to do was keep her mouth shut and not tell the whole story on what we had been up too. But no, she would get mad and detail every thing that we even though about doing.  I remember one time that we built a swing using a rope from daddy’s stuff.  I climbed the tree, my brother handed me a knife, the rope and told me that he would watch for the adults so we would not get caught.  I actually had second thought while I was sitting on the limb in the top of the tree that grew on the side of the bank next to the cement driveway.  The limb hung out over the driveway so we decided we could tie the rope to the limb, get on the high side of the bank and hold on, swing around the tree to the other side of the bank.  Might not be such a good idea? Then anouther thought hit me, ‘Good idea!’

  We were having such fun until the rope, I tied, came loose while sister Jan was swinging. She fell 3 feet to the cement driveway, skint every place not covered by clothing and some places that were.. . . . . . knocked herself out cold and was bleeding profusely.  Nobody moved except baby sister who went screaming to Mom that Jan was dead;  everyone got a whipping except Jan.  She got grounded for a month which didn’t affect her one bit .. she couldn’t hardly walk the entire time.

Me?  I didn’t do nothing ever. I was the one who tried to make everyone be good. But because I was the oldest, I didn’t use good judgment most of the time and help them do what ever they asked me to.  Sooo, I got almost every whipping for everyone and grew to resent all three of them.  Even when I wasn’t doing anything, they blamed me and I got a whipping being the oldest.    Yes, being the oldest I should have  known better.  

Now years later. I look back at all the fun we had and have decided that God was taking care of us all and those whippings were good for me and them.  Discipline is always better that getting away with it.  Never know what you would turn out to be if you got away with everything you did in life…….

As an adult, I have learned that not every decission  is a good one and I should pray about it, ask Father what He thinks about it.  He said to me. Your story, My Story. Told together, working together, the story will have a better ending every time…. In His Kingdom, life is abundant and lots of fun.  This is my story and I am sticking to it. What is your story???

Have a good day!

Hello World…..4th Watch….


Saturday night I had a dream about Points of Perfection. When I first woke up, I did not remember the dream, but someone else sleeping down the hall from me was awakened by the laughter coming from me during the dream. I was sound asleep laughing out loud.    When I first woke up, I couldn’t remember why I was laughing, but later in the day when I told my husband about it, he said to me: “You always have crazy dreams, are you sure it wasn’t a dream you were laughing about?” 

Little by little the dream began to come back to me. I remember seeing a sign on a door.   “POINTS OF PERFECTION”  I saw that on the door before I went into a room where I was going to be judged on my life, the one that I had already lived, the one I was living and the one that I would live….none of it made any sense while I was in the dream, but it was evidently extremely funny to me.

What I remember about the dream was, I was walking on a street that had nothing on either side. I could only see a few feet in front of me but as I stepped, the street would go further into the future as I moved forward. I came to a door that said, “POINTS OF PERFECTION” and when I opened it I saw large screens like TV screens on all walls. On each screen was a different year of my life and as I watched the first screen, I realized I was just being born, I saw my mother and father and grandmother standing around me, saying, she is a tiny thing to make so much noise.  I was crying at the top of my lungs.  That picture was purple.   The next picture I saw was me about a year old.  I was standing near an old looking vehicle with the door open. My daddy picked me up and put me in the front seat next to him and I was smiling, happy to get to go, I guess. That picture was blue.  A picture of me at age two eating a piece of watermelon. I had it all over me, smiling from ear to ear, reaching for another piece. That picture was  emerald-green.  The next picture was me on a tricycle at about 3 years old. I was trying to peddle, but could not get it to move. Tears were in my eyes because it would not move.  That picture was blue.   Then I was on a bicycle with training wheels, at age 5,   going down a hill lickety split, feet flying  trying to stop but the brakes would not hold, I was screaming at the top of my lungs. That picture was purple with red streaks in it. At age 6, I was jumping over a snake that was coiled in the center of my path, the picture was blue with red streaks in it.  The pictures continued in front of me about a year in age apart and the colors were different on the pictures but yet many were the same color.

Near the end of the dream, I was standing  in front of a section of boxes that were colored and the pictures were falling into the box that matched its color. I began to laugh when I realized the pictures that were purple were more than the other pictures, yet I didn’t know why I was so happy that there were more purple pictures than other colored pictures.

The screen changed and I was standing on a high building and I was told to jump off that it would not hurt me to jump off ….but I just stood there smiling.  The voice got louder and louder telling me to jump – it would not hurt me to jump, just trust that I would not be hurt.   I smiled and said, “I trust that I will not be hurt if I stand still.”

The picture turned purple and I realized that I was in the dream, dreaming the dream as well as watching the dream and I began to laugh out loud. This was a test. I was to pass this test before I could go to the next test room.  I left the room and went to the next room where I was sitting on a large chair that had my name written on the back, but it was not spelled like I spell my name. The  name on the back of the chair was guwl.  A hebrew word that means  ‘ spin around’  and the English word is Rejoice.

I will rejoice and be glad in it.  Yes, I though, laughter comes to those who rejoice and are glad.  I was glad, I am glad and I will be glad. As I watched the pictures move along the strip they were attached to, I became extremely happy again and I laughed out loud watching the picture colors change as I aged and become deeper in color, some looked richer and thicker  in color, some were pale and translucent in color, but all were  of 5 colors.   Purple, Blue, Emerald Green, Red and one of the other three colors with red streaks through it.   I have no clue what that means but it probably means something.

The laughter I had in my sleep came out loud in my life as I dreamed this dream.  My friend down the hall heard me laugh out loud and though that I was awake. I write this to ponder — Was I dreaming in the 4th watch of the morning something significant to my life when I am awake?  Do dreams mean anything? Do the colors in dreams mean anything? When this dream started coming back to me during the afternoon, I kept thinking, dreams don’t mean a lot unless they have an interpretation. Strange this dream is long in writing it but it seemed only moments while I was asleep.

 What do you think???   Do dreams mean anything, do colors? Why could I not remember the dream when I first woke up?  Is that important? I don’t understand this dream or why I had it………

Hello World…..Dreams ..Prophecy of Life…


I had a dream that I was sitting in a huge mansion sounded by a water moat. As I gazed out the window at the mountains in the distance across the moat, I saw a blazing ball of fire erupt out of the top of the mountain and begin to roll down the side toward the house I was sitting in. As the fire-ball rolled toward the house, I began to shiver with fear that the fire would roll right into the house and I would burn up along with the house and everything else. I jumped to my feet and thought, “I will run to the water moat and get in the water, that way I won’t get burned when the house catches fire.” 

As I started for the door, a still small voice spoke to me and said, “Be still and know that I am God.  Go back and sit down and watch what I will do for you.” I spoke out loud to the voice, “But the fire – it is coming this way and will burn the house and me completely up! I must get in the water to protect me. Water will put the fire out!!!!”

Again the still small voice spoke to  me.  “Be still and know that I am God.” No other instructions were given. I looked at the fire coming quickly across the meadow, burning everything in sight and closed my eyes and praised.  ‘Into Your hands do I commit my SELF’ and I turned and sat down on the sofa.  The fire raged larger and hotter as it approached the moat and I watched the lava flow into the water and the water began to steam and boil and suddenly the fire went out and I was safe in the house where God dwells.

He that dwells in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in Him will I trust….. Ps 91: 1,2

Where do you dwell?……think about it…..

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