7/30/2025
"The LORD our God said to us at Horeb,
'You have stayed long enough at this mountain.'"
Deuteronomy 1:6
Trying to focus my mind on one thing at a time has always been difficult for me, as my mind races all the time. From the moment I open my eyes in the morning, smiling at and thanking God for my sleep and rest, even if I don't particularly sleep well, I am overwhelmed with the tasks ahead. My primary focus always must be on spending my quiet time alone with the Lord. There will never be a debate about that, unless, as He is reminding me, something comes up unexpectedly to interfere. Usually when that happens, He has tried to get me up earlier, and although my spirit may be willing, my flesh is weak. I have been getting to bed a bit earlier most nights, as I seem to stay exhausted. If I sit down to rest a bit until I begin again, particularly with yard work, I fall asleep. Reading my emails, I fall asleep; responding to emails, I fall asleep. Playing a game on my cell phone, I fall asleep. I think my body is just exhausted from the heat and humidity, the strenuous work I do outside, as well as the gigantic amount of work that needs to be done on the inside of the home. If I'm not outside trying to clean out the trees and bushes, trying to cut the grass when it rains almost daily, contending with mosquitoes whose bites are poisonous to me, weeding my small garden while staving off the pests, then I'm inside trying to vacuum, clean, dust off cat hair, finish painting doll faces and knitting projects after being dormant for over six months, and cooking and washing dishes. And that's only the half of it, because I have prayer calls and Bible studies. I am exhausted speaking about it. The interesting part is that when I worked full time, traveling, working fifty or better hours a week, I got everything done and then some. I've always been involved in prayer ministries and church activities, so what is the difference? And please don't tell me I'm older!
Actually, I have been cutting back in the evenings from always listening to devotional studies or participating in every prayer call, focusing on less demands being asked of me. I don't need to belabor the point, but as I've said multiple times as I'm blogging, this world is in a mess. I have belonged to different prayer ministries since I was a young adult, but over the recent years, as world events have increasingly accelerated prophetically and more people are becoming aware and involved, things are changing for me. Prayerfully considering, I have stepped back from some things, allowing myself a little freedom. In that freedom I am spending more time doing what the Lord required of me, writing. I'm still lagging behind somewhat, but the notes are keeping up.
Still, I realize that my life is changing. I've begun to realize that more and more since I had the incident with the tree. As I've said, I am no long a "swinger of birches" nor can I grab hold of a vine and start pulling, dangling from it, without paying a huge price if it snaps. I was asked by a friend yesterday if I'd like to go swimming, but I declined. I used to love to swim, but I haven't done so since my children were young. I don't even own a bathing suit. I'd have to get one of those original ones from the late 1800's to cover all my imperfections. Seriously, at one time, as I love to remind my son, I was considered to be a "dish," and I could make heads turn, but no longer. I know, my son laughed, too! But, he did admit that I was a looker...at one time! Actually, I've always been self-conscious, but that can often be the result of unfortunate things happening at an early age. So, for most of my life, I have been and remain very modest. That's why I love the southwestern and boho styles of clothing, they are fashionable - to my taste - and they cover up nicely, flowing and not clingy.
As the need for more work to be completed on my parents' house increases, I question the Lord whether He thinks I need to return to work. The openings for the job I used to do are staggering, as no one wants to work that hard, plus, as Robert Kennedy, Jr. is proving to the world, health challenges, primarily mental, have increased over the past few years. He believes as I do that the "jab" has much to do with changes in overall health, and I have a medical background to support my beliefs, but there is also the problem with obesity in children. Kids are left on their own to fend for themselves with regard to meals, choosing to gorge themselves on poor food choices with little dietary benefit.
I find it disconcerting that as we "progress" in advances in technology that kids are left on their own, filling their days with games, surfing the net (not a good idea), and doing whatever they do on the iPad or cell phone or laptop. Parents don't have to be bothered, as the tech toys can keep their kids occupied, and they are safe when restricted. Not so, as organizations are discovering more each day. Child trafficking is a real area of concern, and it can begin with the less obvious counterpart of child labor, disguising itself as a "good job" opportunity. If that is the case, then why are the kids told not to tell their parents, or anyone for that matter, about the "opportunity" while instructing them to wipe their phones of information, as well as laptops, packing a few clothes, sneaking out of the house where they will be picked up by a virtual stranger who will transport them to this great opportunity?! Even our government has not fully gotten the point that TikTok is not a good idea. We understand that Communist China has infiltrated our nation, yet we continue the same practices. What will it really take to understand. The same thing is happening with currency and banking. Everything is advancing to one world order, as the Bible speaks of happening. Is this progress? Certainly it is not. What happened to using the brain, stimulating it by study, reading a book, for example. Now we have AI to do everything for us. Do we not see the danger? The world is being lulled into a spirit of complacency, without a clue!
I didn't really know what direction this blog would take, because from the moment I sat down here to finish my notes, everything has changed. Perhaps the change I was going to talk about is not intended for my life as much as it is for whomever my read this post. It is my daily prayer that parents especially will sit up and take notice. I can speak from experience. Back when my children were young, the dangers were not as obvious as they are today. I was a good mother, and I knew where my children were supposed to be and with whom they were supposed to be playing. Sometimes, things change, threats are made, and then, if you're lucky, you find out before it's too late. But if you're too late in finding things out, then it may take a lifetime to right a wrong...or never, unless the Lord divinely intervenes, as He has so often. But today the telltale signs are so obvious. At least they are to me, but then I have worked the field, and I have experienced the heartbreak that comes from lies and cover ups.
My second focus, which is also a primary focus, is on the church. It's time to wake up and listen to what God is really saying today, because the hour is late. No time to focus solely on the growth of your own church and your own people. There are so many hurting folks out there, who may never visit the church, so we have to go to them. Some are hiding in plain view, but we can't see for our own busy lives, or, as much as I dislike this word, our agendas! They stand outside doctor's offices, on the front sidewalk, looking as if they are waiting for a ride to come. They may walk into the fast food place where you're seated, eating your meal, and they sit down at the table next to you, smiling to acknowledge your presence, while quietly unwrapping a burger, lost and alone. Once I was riding along a busy street, a troubling issue was occupying my thoughts, when on a crowded sidewalk, amid the other people, I saw a young lad with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, clutching it across a naked chest. He was scantily dressed, without shoes, on a cold winter's day, walking in plain view of the people, yet unnoticed. He seemed to appear from nowhere. He looked at me, smiling, as I passed by, unable to stop as the way was blocked. I hurriedly turned my car around and went back, but he had vanished as quickly as he had appeared. I was on my way to work, so I called a church close by in the area. The girl who answered said they didn't have anyone to go, but not to worry, the police would find him. I hurriedly called a friend, who tried her best to find him, but not being able to. I think I even called the police station to see if anyone from the church had called. A few days later, God revealed to me that I was the only one who saw the boy, because I was the only one meant to see him. He was showing me the great need that existed in the area, with the church, and with the people. This was in answer to my prayers, and an earlier vision He had given me. My mind cannot unsee the many things my eyes have seen in this life. And this is only America. Imagine the great need elsewhere, as I have described in earlier blogs. I don't want to stop seeing. I want to know what's happening in this world. I want to pray, and I want to go, if God sends me.
Whatever is next, I welcome. If He wants me to write, I will. All I want to do is keep doing whatever it is He calls me to do. I pray the church awakens from their slumber, parents too. God has given our nation a second chance, but the adversary is busy, and people are listening to lies, not bothering to check on the validity of the sources. We need to wake up while there is still time. Jesus is coming back.
