I want to start by saying that God is incredibly good and answers prayers. We are all well and our power just came back on so I could tell you all. We live in central Florida, so we took the brunt of the collapsing eye of the storm. I had fasted and prayed through breakfast and lunch and prayed all the day it was headed toward Florida and us. I asked the Lord to lower the intensity, keep people safe, and encourage people to pray and draw close to the Lord. And He answered those prayers. God is so good and n is the only One bigger than any hurricane. Yay! Praise God. So this morning, we awoke to trees down around us, debris all over the place and we joined our amazing neighborbood in cleanup efforts and everyone pitched in to clear the roads and then yards and cut up fallen trees and branches, so many of them. (My neighbor who never wanted to trim her enormous oak trees, God just trimmed- one gone and one split in half.) No one’s windows were broken, no roofs broken, no cats were broken and that is all God’s prayer answers because there were trees and limbs everywhere. God is good, friends. Draw close to Him. He can do powerful things in your life too. I saw and felt His power and love. I so want everyone to experience that too. Amazing. Praise God!❤❤❤
I have determined, with all the hullabaloo about “safe zones”, that instead of laughing at tender souls who can dish it out but not take it or for those genuinely tender ones who were born with a soft breakableness, or anyone anymore, that safety is invaluable. I never thought so because I had my fiercely strong and protective Daddy so never felt unsafe. For some kids, their father or mother nowadays is why they feel unsafe to begin with, being impossible to please, being abusive, being critical, neglecting, controlling, what not. And there is a world of people who just have been beat up by demons and other people choosing evil as their lifestyle that safety has become this need, like air. And I decided when all this was becoming apparent in such an increasingly dark and hostile world, that I will always be a safe zone. My body, you see, is a temple of the Holy Spirit. I have a simple temple but it is clean and well attended to. And the Holy Spirit in me is stronger than anything else in this universe. As long as I keep my pride out of the way and stay close to God, I am always safe. Does that make me bulletproof? It could because of my faith and God’s provision, but generally He does not choose to work that way. Those rare events are called miracles. But it means that if a bullet hits me, it may take my body but never my life, I reside in Heaven. I have a place there waiting for me and will Bute fully alive with God forever, for all eternity. This body is super temporary. I am my own safe zone. No amount of evil or hostility or ugliness by other people will ever diminish God’s perpetual and beautiful love for me. Nothing is stronger than His promises or love. Never will be. I rest safe and secure in the absolute truth that I am saved by Jesus and am living eternally with Him, whether I am here or in heaven makes no difference to me. Heaven sounds better because the evil will be destroyed, woo hoo, but I am at peace and in joy and safety wherever I am or whatever is going on. I am a safe zone. You can be too. Anyone can make that beautiful choice for themselves. Unfortunately we cannot make the choice for anyone but us, so please make it for yourself and you will never regret it. ❤
United we stand and divided we fall. There are usurpers among us disguised as sheep in wools clothing, puppets in a very expensive game who would divide us if they could and steal from us what we worked hard for. I am not a brainwashed puppet, I am a free thinking American who loves God. I am now praying for America, specifically the America that believes in God and wishes to remain so. All of us must pray. And further,we must remain united and dismiss these childish bickering and proud selfish embellishments and all realize there are serious things going on that threaten us and our lives as we know them. We can play their game or we can unite and pray fervently and fast together over these serious matters and beg God to protect us all and restore our hearts to Him as a country. Our lives and our children’s may very well depend upon it. “If Myy people (God is speaking about His people) will humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.” We must unite in prayer and fasting for our country and do it together, as a united front. We must choose a day, ideally October 30th, 2016. Who is with me let him and her join me in prayer and fasting on October 30th of this year for our country to be protected and healed by God. I will be doing that. Many have given their lives. I will give my day.
Being actively involved in the process of my mom working through my dad’s illnesses, including dementia and strokes. Finances had to be changed, titles had to be changed, Power of Attorney had to be assigned, social security had to be worked through and with, daily tasks of caring for him before the nursing home had to be performed, and it was all I could do at times to keep breathing much less homeschool my kids and care for the dog. Then when mom broke her hip too, my mind is still recovering I think. It was constant, ruled my life or what there was of it, everyone suffered I normally cared for. Now that the nursing home is covering dad’s day to day care and meds, etc., there is more time to enjoy visiting him and less to break the back caring for him. I hated the nursing home idea at first but now I see its value. But the point is not all of this about nursing homes, the point is that unexpected things happen in life. Life is constantly in a state of flux and things happen. These things are sometimes tests, sometimes punishments it seems, sometimes horribly limiting for whatever reason and when all of these things happen, security is shaken. You become uncertain where you were once certain. You question whose name things are in, not because of wanting control but just in case things happen like they did to mom. What if becomes a big question, a genuine, serious question and not a hypothetical. You wonder what you can be sure of. You ask more security questions in other areas, other relationship. You want to know standing, understand meaning, know your place and significance. When you don’t receive answers, you instantly have a choice to make. No answer becomes no security just as certain as a day off is short. Security now, see, means so much more. There is weight to the supposition. There is reality that has been experienced. You have crashed already and do not wish to relive that crash if possible. So security in my life has taken on a whole new level. Safety and security and risks are all important aspects of a real workable life and I am necessarily needing these things. Without assurrances and answers, I now see an expedient withdrawal wise. Without security, I do not feel safe anymore. I never cared about that pre-crisis. I was content to fly by the seat of my pants and wing it most of the time, loving the freedom of that. Now, I need security above that, the importance of things has shifted. And I see that as a point of sadness at times but also as a point of maturity and thankfulness because I can learn and be taught and apply that to my life to make it better and help more people in return.
I grew up in the late 70’s and 80’s. Yep, I’m that old. But I had a childhood full of memories, life, horrors, successes, failures, adventures. I played with a pack of three wolves several times in the back of one of my dad’s fields he farmed, was accepted by them. We played in the brook and knew how to remove leaches from our skin. We played on playgrounds with real swings that had no less than 20 feet of chain down from the high pole and metal slides that were steep enough and high enough to be fun and monkey bars that required great skill and no fear of heights to be able to maneuver. We rode bikes all day sometimes, sometimes to meet other kids to go to the playground and take them back home. We practiced starting fires without matches and whittling sticks with or pocket knives. We talked to strangers, gave directions, took home, shared food, shared drinks, talked constantly. We had toys but limited numbers and very simple, things like jump ropes and jumping jacks and balls. Rocks were our chalk. A bucket of water and two dixie cups served as hours of entertainment on a hot day. These were my childhood memories. They were amazing. No one died on the “unsafe” playground. No one I knew was ever abducted or accosted by a stranger. It just didn’t happen. Now, our kids have a very real threat of having their childhood lost in the shuffle of high tech and low living and safety over learning and adventure. More talk is of preventing mishaps or evil than of living life. Kids stay inside, entertained by things they barely have to move at all to do. We are more concerned with bruising their psychies than developing their moral character and there is a wealth of knowledge going unlearned by the majority of kids out of fear. And even when parents are not fearful, they are too busy or too tired from working long hours to pay for all the tech (and of course other ammenities). Our society doesn’t talk much anymore. We don’t stop by the neighbor’s and visit and “sit a spell” over coffee anymore. We barely look at each other. So, the what to do about it is unclear. It is a scarier world than it was when I was a kid, no doubt. However, maybe one approach is to take a day and go together on a hike, a picnic through the week, a visit to a friend’s house, a game day, play some tennis, ride bikes, something, anything without tech and with eye contact and word formation. Perhaps one mini adventure at a time accumulates to as meaningful a childhood as we remember as parents? Just my thoughts.