Day 265 Autumn Leaves

  

9/22/2025

"Spirit of the living God, fall fresh on me."

 

I awakened early, before the first ray of dawn pierced the sky, to the faint sound of a horn in the distance, much like a fog horn in the harbor. It instantly caught my attention, and I cried out, "Jesus, is that You coming for me today?" When I heard it again, ever so faintly, I cried out again for Him not to leave me here. This is how my day began, and sitting in the quietness, listening to His still small voice I heard the words of a beloved old hymn:

"Spirit of the Living God, fall afresh on me. Spirit of the 

Living God, fall afresh on me. Break me, melt me, mold me, 

use me. Spirit of the Living God, fall afresh on me." 

Thoughts continued from yesterday's experience being in the memorial for Charlie Kirk. Thinking of his short life, comparing my long one. He accomplished so much, and I wondered, "Lord, have I brought any glory to Your Name in all my years?" This isn't the first comparison game I've played with my life, but it is always shortly ended by recounting the blessings of my life, plus the fact that I am still alive, relatively well, and I still have miles to go...hopefully, before I sleep. But I must be honest with my readers in saying "Lord, haste the day when Your face I see." I do become restless to see Jesus, and walk the roads with Him, talking about everything. 

Autumn is my favorite season, and here it is again, leaves turning, falling to the ground. Memories of childhood, raking the leaves in huge piles at the base of the hill, then rolling down into them, laughing as we roll, making our splash, leaves blown across the yard, our chore turned to joy. My grandparents never became angry with us as we played, because we always make good and regathered the leaves into the burn can. My grandfather always made work play. I think he enjoyed our antics as much as we did. He always had a childlike wonder, perhaps where I acquired mine. I miss him, even though I'm past the age he passed away, I remember and grieve his loss so early in my life.

Thinking about the words "use me" in the lyrics above, I remembered Erika saying that Charlie said those words from Isaiah 6:8, "Also, I heard the voice of the Lord, saying: 'Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us?' Then I said, 'Here am I! Send me." She exhorted and warned the audience to be very careful in speaking these words, because God would take you up on them. She is so right, as I have said these words, along with others like them. Obedience comes at a high price. In Jeremiah 1:5 the word of the Lord came to Jeremiah, saying: "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you; before you were born I sanctified you; I ordained you a prophet to the nations." I have always felt called by God at an early age, but I don't believe as a prophet, but as a witness. Then again, as a young adult, He gave me the call on my life from this verse found in Ezekiel 22:30, "So I sought for a man among them who would make a wall, and stand in the gap before Me on behalf of the land, that I should not destroy it; but I found no one." The call of intercession was placed on my life, and I have been following him as closely as I can. It is hard when people don't understand. When I try to explain the weight of the need, I am told that I need to stop praying, do something else, that I will drive myself mad. No one seems to understand what I am talking about, and this saddens me. I've asked God to break my heart for what breaks His. Another dangerous prayer, but a needful one, if I'm to know His will, hear His voice, pray His prayers.

I've always prayed for Israel, but I admit not to the extent that I now do. Another verse, several in fact, was given to me: "I have set watchmen on your walls, O Jerusalem; they shall never hold their peace day or night. You who make mention of the LORD, do not keep silent, and give Him no rest till He establishes and till He makes Jerusalem a praise in the earth." (Isaiah 62:6-7) Another found also in Isaiah 52:8, Your watchmen shall lift up their voices, with their voices they shall sing together; for they shall see eye to eye when the LORD brings back Zion." Today marks 717 days since Hamas slaughtered the unsuspecting, peaceful citizens, and the war began. I mourn the loss of the beloved ones, and I pray daily for those who remain in captivity, waiting for their return. Waiting for this nightmare to end for Israel. And yet, it has been their history, since the beginning when God chose them to have this land and be His chosen people to bring healing and salvation to the nations. Imagine that - healing and salvation - peace to all mankind, and yet now, most countries are siding with the evil ones who started it all. It seems so unjust, and yet, God is the one who punished His people's disobedience and idolatry. But He is restoring, rebuilding, and soon, I pray, they will be able to begin again. May America remain true.

This is the life God has for me. A quiet (sometimes), behind the scenes, in the secret place, only known by God. I love it! It reminds me of being a puppeteer. I'd write the scripts for church, design the scenes, design the puppets and develop the characters, train the puppeteers, and together, behind the curtain, the story would unfold. My daughter or one of the kids in my cast and crew, would be the teacher or spokesperson, my wing man, or front man/woman. The only visible crew member who lead the way. We taught in churches for Children's Church or Vacation Bible Schools, and we took the show on the road to schools and universities. We shared the gospel story at churches and ministries, and in schools and universities, we used teacher prepared curriculum with puppetry to instruct troubled young people that life had risks and consequences. I guess in a way, even then, I was a watchman of sorts. I always tried to steer kids away from harms way, from wrong choices, and I wanted them to know that there is so much more in life, a better way than smoking, drinking, partying, and babies having babies. It's still something I dream about doing, my home for "misfit toys," people society brushes aside, those who feel they have no real purpose or no skills. I guess I just wanted to give to others what I lacked earlier in life. I don't know, but I do know that God has given me a huge heart of love and compassion, and I want to share all the experience He's given me. Perhaps that's a reason for "the story" I tell in these blogs, that perhaps one day will make it as a book, His story.

That's why I love autumn. The word sings of possibilities, as the breezes blow the leaves across the lawn, and the air becomes nippy and crisp with the smell of pine, pinon, and cedar burning on the hearth along with a kettle of soup or my favorites pinto beans or green chili stew. A simple fare makes for a feast! Sharing laughter with a friend, and good time on the old porch swing with my favorite cat or neighbor's dog close beside me, listening to my tall tales. Remembering dancing with Kenya, my neighbor's dog I've mentioned before. How I miss her puppy love. Memories and mandates. Prayers, tears, laughter. Autumn leaves. My life, one I hope well lived. 

Day 264 Never Surrender

 

9/21/2025

"You have heard that it was said, 'You shall love your

neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say to you, love your

enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate

you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you."

Matthew 5:43-44   

 

In 2007 William Paul Young wrote a novel called The Shack, and in 2017 a movie was released by the same title, based on this amazing story of redemption. It's the story of a man, Mack, who experienced the tragic loss of his youngest daughter at the hands of a serial killer. Although Mack's wife was a strong believer in Christ, Mack struggled due to some problems he experienced in his childhood that remained unresolved with occasional nightmares still in his adulthood. After the loss of his daughter, Missy, Mack began to experience a deep depression, so he was slowly pulling away from his family. His older daughter was the hardest hit, because she thought that her father blamed her for her sister's death. One day Mack received a mysterious letter in his mailbox inviting him to the shack where Missy's murder took place, but her body was never recovered. This is the story of Mack's encounter with God, the Father; God the Son; and God the Holy Spirit at this place.

Later, Young put out a series of videos called "Restoring the Shack," that answered the questions asked relating to his reason for writing the novel, that although fiction, was inspired by incidents from his own life. It is well worth the time to listen to these compelling accounts of Young's journey with grief and tragedy. The movie was met with criticism from some, because the character of God was first played by a female, yet she was called Papa, as that is the name Nan, Mack's wife called God, based on her close Father-daughter relationship with God. I don't want to go any further with my synopsis of the movie, as it would ruin the story line for any who have not read the book or seen the movie. It is quite well done, and it answers the question, as much as is humanly possible, of why God allows suffering, especially when it involves innocent children. In the end, we have to trust God, because as the scriptures say, He knows infinitely more than we could ever hope to imagine. One day we will have our answers, when we meet Him face to face. For now, we trust Him, because we know that He loves us and has given His all for us.

Today I attended online the memorial service for Charlie Kirk. I did have the opportunity to attend in person, but honestly, it was hard enough watching it from the comfort of my home. The worship was powerful, and the atmosphere was inspiring. It's really difficult to find words to express what I felt, because God was present in the words spoken, emotion shared, songs sung. At the same time, people will be people who applaud at the wrong times or move around, and because of the length of the service due to all who were asked to participate, people were milling around during short intermissions. Many noteworthy guests came to pay homage to Charlie, including our President, Vice President, and several of the administration who spoke and countless members of his administration and Congress who did not speak, but they were there to honor the memory of this amazing young man. 

I've spoken so much about him in my blogs, posting many articles and videos on Charlie's life, sharing his love for his God, his family, and his country. He wanted to be known for his courage for his faith. Each time he spoke before an audience or met on campuses with students, he knew that he was putting his life on the line for Christ. He loved what he did, and he cared about each person, even when they were rude and insulting to him. He always thanked them, and one time he apologized that religion or the church had let a young girl down. He said he hoped it could be made up to her one day. He called her by name and said he would pray for her, and I'll bet he did, because he never forgot. He truly loved these young people, and he wanted the best for their lives. He wanted them to have a life like he had. The most touching part of the memorial was when his widow, Erika, spoke about their relationship, meeting him, their marriage, children, dreams, and their plans for the future. She was weeping during this time, naturally, but at the end, after praying for the strength to do so, she forgave Tyler Robinson for murdering her husband. This was the moment when my heart rejoiced, as I prayed she'd be able to do this, even though it is the most difficult thing she would be called upon to do, as a believer. Jesus said that if we do not forgive another, then God would not forgive us. And sometimes, especially in cases like this one, it is so impossible, inconceivable to do so. I thank God for her courage, but I know that there will be many times when the enemy will replay it in her mind, or media will remind, or a well-meaning person will bring it up, and she will have to lay it down at the foot of the cross all over again. We must pray against a root of bitterness that is like poison to the soul. But she is strong in her faith, as Charlie was, and today he stands beside Christ His Savior, forgiven and redeemed.

In The Shack Mack is so angry with God for not saving his daughter's life from this monster who brutally murdered her. So, led by Jesus, Mack is taken to a cave where he meets another character in the story, and Mack is questioned, and God is put on trial, judged by Mack. When we are angry with God, questioning Him about why He allows things to happen, we are putting ourselves in the position of judge. It reminds me of when God confronted Job, who has been asking the same questions of why? Ultimately, we must come to the place where we realize we can never know the answers. There are those who think they know, but not really. For me, this movie helped with some issues I had in my own life. I didn't understand how I could give birth to three children, miraculously I later discovered, only to have them encounter so much hardship and pain, still to this day. I cry out daily wishing things could have been different, and while some of it could have been, much was hidden, and there is nothing I can do now, except pray that God in His mercy and grace can make good from the evil. I know for myself, and I have testified many times, that God gave me an amazing life in spite of my failures, wrong decisions, and the incredible hurt and disappointments. I can only hope somehow He will allow me to finish the work He gave me to do.

Charlie accomplished so much in his life, beginning at the age of 18, when he was turned down from attending West Point, his dream, but God had a bigger one. He accomplished amazing exploits in 31 years, and he helped to shape the lives of countless young people who can now take the baton and finish the race. All over this country, and all over this world, lives have been and are still being challenged and transformed by this young man's desire to enable young people, young men especially, to be a part of government, making a difference in this nation, so that they could marry, have children, train these children in godliness and truth, and live in a peaceful world, where community existed and people helped each other grow and in turn accomplish greater exploits. He wanted young men to know Jesus as the only way, the only truth, and the only life, and to be leaders in their homes, loving their wives as Christ loved the church, and gave His life for her. His faith in God was his guide, and because he was faithful to God, God blessed him immeasurably. Now Erika has the baton, along with all the other Turning Point USA members all over the globe. I can hardly wait to see what God will do!

I've said this before, probably countless times, but never give up on your dream. If God has birthed something within you, don't let anything stand in your way. God opened doors for Charlie when he had no money and no prospects, but he was determined, and he was fueled by his faith in God. That's all you need. "Never surrender," says Charlie. "Go and do likewise," says Jesus.

Day 263 Our Stories

 

9/20/2025 

"Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet

to the soul and healing to the bones."  

Proverbs 16:24

 

How to begin...it hasn't been a gentle week or two, or even three or four weeks, as the light of God's presence shines a lamp on my soul. I am always asking Him to "...search me, O God, and know my heart; try me, and know my ways; and see if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting (Psalm 139:23-24)." Sometimes it feels as if a huge search light is moving back and forth  over me, and other times, a tiny pin prick of light, but the effect is the same. Today's Shabbat message was about self-examination and repentance, the same subject, but for me it is a call to consider the "motives of my heart." In these latter days we can expect no less from our Father, than a total redo of anything left in our old self that may be hindering our move forward in completing the work we were put here to do. Those words may seem ominous or despairing, but they are neither, they are just words, apt descriptions.

Tomorrow is the funeral service for Charlie Kirk, and although I cannot be there in person, I will be here watching with so many others across the globe, paying our respects to a young man who lived his life well. But, for Erika, it will be another reality of what she already knows to be true, Charlie is with Jesus, and although he is waiting for her, she still has to face each day of his not returning home. Her children, although very small, will know. His closest friends and family will be gathered around, and we who had connections with him on prayer calls or within ministries overlapping, but who never had the privilege of meeting him one on one, will also be present. Where else would we be?! 

Sabbath rests are supposed to be times of rest and refreshment, but today has not been a particularly restful day. My cat has gone missing...again...and that is unsettling. As I write these words another ambulance is screaming down the road. It is becoming almost a daily routine, and this is considered a rural area. I call it the edge of country. I awakened early this morning, very early, and although I was happy for the earlier wake up call, I found it difficult to focus. It reminded me of earlier days, when I was married, living here, before the move to New Mexico. I began to remember, but if I allow my eyes to close, just for a moment, I have dreams. Memories. Thoughts. Sometimes the search light comes back on, but most of the time the thoughts come and go. No longer painful, or the sting is not so great a pain.

This week I attended a class get together with high school friends. We do this every three months or so, just to keep in touch. It's a small group, as a few have already passed away, and others are busy or live away. We are the local ones who either never moved away or who have returned, like me. It was quite enjoyable, but sometimes I feel as if I say too much when asked questions about my life. I had to pull out my year book for my senior year when I returned home, so I could remember who was who. Head trauma gives me a unique ability to learn how to remember people whose faces have changed or who are not in the place where I last saw them. So I have to compartmentalize them in my memory by first seeing them as they were in 1968 and how they appear now in 2025. That's a lot of years, but I am managing. I wish now that I had taken photos, but that's a difficult thing for me to do. Another quirk of being me, I suppose. At our 50th reunion there were more people, and we had our senior photos to wear as identification. Everyone says I look the same, but my sagging face says otherwise. Still it was a nice compliment, but it made me think about the person I was then and the one I am now. In many ways there have been lots of changes, but time and socializing didn't allow for in depth conversations, which I generally avoid. I really enjoyed seeing everyone, and I ate well. If you ever make it to North Dinwiddie, Virginia, be sure to check out Joe's Steak and Seafood, for an exceptional lunch special - Stuffed Potato - described as "Large Idaho potato stuffed with your choice of grilled seasoned chicken, steak or shrimp with sour cream and pico de gallo." Of course, I had chicken and asked to hold the sour cream, and I think butter was added, but it was a HUGE potato and delicious! Joe's is a stone's throw from my home, which I eventually hope to convert into a home away from home. Just don't tell my son! He loves it here.

It's been a lovely day, cooler and fresh, and the leaves are beginning to change and fall away. Oh, how I love this time of year when the season changes from summer to autumn. Even the name sings of color change and evenings enjoyed by camp fires and mountain sunsets. But then, I'm in Virginia now, so I won't see those sights, unless of course my plans to visit New Mexico pan out. I hope they do, but sometimes things happen and plans change. Perhaps that is why I am feeling so nostalgic at the moment. It's a long trip, especially driving alone, but I've done it before. A lot has changed, but I am not really afraid to travel alone. If I had been I never would have gone as many places as I have alone. I've had some interesting solo adventures, and I hope I will have many more before the last sunset.

The day is ending, but I still have some Saturday evening things to do. This is my late night, on the wall, so I have to prepare my heart. I'd say a funny movie is needed or Little House on the Prairie. Plus now that Shabbat has ended I have dishes to do. The fun is never ending in this little abode. 

Blessings and Shabbat Shalom from my house to yours. 

Day 262 Rewired

 

9/19/2025

   "If you have ever prayed in the dawn you will

ask yourself why you were so foolish as not to do it always;

it is difficult to get into communion with God in the midst

of the hurly-burly of the day."    

Oswald Chambers

 "He withdrew Himself into the wilderness and prayed."

Luke 5:16

 

I recently chanced upon an article and video entitled, Handwriting Literally Rewires Your Brain. Interesting, as my son and I had been talking a day or so ago about how cursive handwriting is no longer being taught in schools. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, as it seemed so ridiculous. I asked him how someone would be allowed to graduate if they could not sign their names on forms or write checks. He said they may know how to write their names, but that is all they are taught now. Being new to Virginia's rules and regulations due to my 35 years of living in New Mexico, plus the fact that my children are adults now, I have lost touch with what is or is not mandatory for children to graduate from high school. In our digital age, how often does one actually sign a piece of paper, and if so, it is not legible, because the signature is penned either by use of a stylus or a finger. If someone cannot write, how can they read? All we see, even in elementary schools, are computers or audio books. I wonder if they have chalk boards in classrooms, or do they use power points? Do they have actual books, or only tablets? Everything is done on a computer, and parents have allowed way too much freedom to their children. Small children are gifted with tech toys from the time they can walk. If a family cannot afford one, the government doles them out to the less fortunate. Gone are the creative toys that encourage and challenge a child's senses to arise, so they can enjoy the art of learning. I cannot imagine a life without writing a letter with pen in hand, or taking notes by actually penning them in a notebook; picking up a book, walking into a library and smelling the old pages, perusing the allure of older, outdated treasure troves of used, antique books discovered on the shelves of bookstores. 

As a child I loved to read, and I devoured the content and adventures found on the pages, where I could escape and enjoy life, if only for a brief period of time. I remember reading to my children, especially my younger son, as he loved being read to before bedtime. I participated in all the reading challenges and book sales at my children's schools. I even bought the ones written in Spanish, so they would love the language of our family. Literature has always been my favorite subject, as it includes all the other subjects and sciences woven into the story lines. The story of a Burma surgeon gave me the desire to become a missionary doctor, a dream that sadly never came true for me. However, I have learned over the years that the subject matter taught today is not the same as when I was a child. Now days everything is judged by what is culturally sensitive or acceptable as opposed to actual history. We learn from our mistakes, yet truth with transparency is not a required subject any longer. Being deemed politically correct is important. But what does that actually mean? 

Now that things are being questioned and evaluated by a government that cares for the safety and welfare of our children, hopefully, things will change for the better. How sad to learn how far behind our nation has fallen with regard to the simple truths that matter. No one really needs to learn anything, because as long as they have a cell phone or a computer, AI can give them the answers they seek in moments. College students have AI write their thesis, and even pastors have been known to use AI to write their sermons. Not too long ago pastors would study commentaries of late greats as they read through the Bible, or better yet, sat with God and listened to the wisdom of Holy Spirit. I even know one pastor who admitted to borrowing the content of my blogs! I'm not a theologian, but I do know my Bible, because I too sat at the feet of a great Teacher who taught me what I needed to know. I must be a slow learner though, because every day when I open the pages of my hand-held, tattered Bible, smelling the delicate fragrance of the handwritten ink notes written on the margins of the pages, I learn something new. May it ever be so.

People are feigning intelligence just to appear knowledgeable when in fact there are few who actually are learned in this age. I heard a story about a person who always wants to have the last word in a conversation, always proven to be right, even when the conversation was totally based on absurdity. One who, during a debate, pretended to need to use the rest room, with cell phone in hand, in order to acquire the correct response. This raises a question to me - why can't we go to the bathroom without our cell phones? Do we need to consult Siri about how to use toilet paper, how much to use when we do not have a bidet to assist?! In a world where everyone is made to believe they are entitled, intelligence, and certainly wisdom, have waned. We are but shells of the people we should be, filled with hope and promise as opposed to the emptiness of true feelings or reality. How sad this makes me. No wonder young people feel they have no hope. I asked a former teacher if, prior to graduation, a guidance counselor had assisted her in choosing her career as a teacher. She said no, and she also told me that she didn't know anyone who had been counseled regarding a vocation or career. I know I wasn't, so why did we have guidance counselors back in the day, and why are there social workers assigned to schools today? If it is because problems with behavior, they missed the mark also.

When children are left alone with their "devices" don't parents realize that they place their children at risk, in harms way, open to AI companions who entice them to give in to their feelings, even encouraging them to end their lives. Do they not realize that it is an open field day for human traffickers who have helpers within the schools who appear much younger than they are, eagerly admitted as students without question, who lure unsuspecting young girls into this dangerous, immoral world with promises of love and a wonderful future. I am personally aware of these tactics, and they work all too often, usually without the parent suspecting a change in their child. Too busy, preoccupied with life. Or the victim is so fearful of the abuser, because of threats on her life or those she loves, even pets, that she tries to cover it up. I am associated with a non-profit whose founder had this happen to her daughter. This does not just happen to girls either. Young boys are also targets. She formed the organization to alert parents of this problem and to assist those who had been harmed, so the predators could be caught and face justice. Sadly, even the justice system has failed in the past. 

I have become aware of situations where even home schooled children are graduating without achieving the basic knowledge or education or life skills needed to face this world we have created in our ignorance and selfish thirst for power and fame and notoriety. It is a shameful place where people have no sense of right or wrong, and truth and morality are not being taught in churches. Just come to confession and repent to a priest or clergy, and you will be absolved of your sins. Kiss the ring of power. The parents work or find a way around it, living off the wealth of their parents who give in to adult children who were never truly taught how to take responsibility or make wise decisions in life. Who give the care of their children to boyfriends, who are recovering alcoholics or drug addicts, struggling to regain a hold on life for themselves much less be responsible for a friend's child. This situation ended in the death of a young girl who had been abused, then murdered.

I have lived a very long life, and I have experienced much in my life. I used to think that I had not acquired much in the way of a good life, because I didn't spend 25 years teaching or work at the same company until retirement. That, in fact, is an honorable accomplishment, especially in a world where rising higher and higher for more and more wealth to buy more and more stuff is now the norm. Staying put in a job speaks of commitment and loyalty, having a great work ethic that is honorable, like our parents. My life was a series of twists and turns, but I am beginning to see that God has had His hand on me for each change, because I chose to continue to live and make something good come from it. Wherever I was employed, I performed my duties as expected, and I always had a strong work ethic. I did leave a position once, because I could not stay where racial discrimination was an issue, so I politely resigned. This angered my family, but eventually, they realized that I had made the right decision. I used my God-given ingenuity and creativity to create jobs, using artful skills. When my health did not allow me to continue going to school, God gave me a different path, and I acquired more skills. Then He allowed me to return to school, finish what had been started. This in itself was not an easy task, as my journey was full of broken promises and dreams, lies, scandal of a sorts, at least in my mind. But yet, God was with me, encouraging, leading, guiding me. The people I thought were my friends proved to be otherwise at times. And now I am noticing the shallowness others have in understanding or even seeing what is actually happening around us. They are content in their ideas of what retirement means, but for a follower of Christ, there is no retirement, not in the sense that the world knows. 

Whatever my life has been, wherever my path has taken me, I thank God for the life He has given me, for the joy of having Him with me always, for never giving up on me, for showing me that I matter in His Kingdom. I pray that I bring Him glory, and I pray that He can use all the knowledge I have gained because of His guidance to help someone be rewired to face this world in truth, with integrity, and with honor. May it be so. 

Day 261 Every Joint Supplied

 

9/18/2025

"...from whom the whole body, joined and knit

together by what every joint supplies...."

Ephesians 4:16

 

At Harvest Ministries we began a new series called "Upward, Inward, and Outward." Pastor Greg is sharing about how the church has three purposes: the glorification of God (Upward), the edification of the saints (Inward), and the evangelism of the world (Outward), which actually is what the ministry is all about to know Jesus and to make Him known. Of course we know that we are called by God to bring Him glory. That's our purpose, and since the beginning of time, He has desired to have a relationship with us. That was the whole idea in the Garden of Eden when He walked in the cool of the day with Adam. And we know how that ended which jump started the decline of our world and all creation and is rapidly being played out in the evil expressed in the world at large today. But God had a plan, a superior plan, through Jesus Christ, His Son, and although evil does exist, and there is spiritual darkness, the Light of Christ outshines it all.

This week, my group was considering the Inward purpose for the church - edification. What exactly does that look like? In Romans 12:4-5 Paul speaks about the body of Christ, the church being made up of different parts much like the human body, one part complementing the other, each part dependent on the other for proper functioning.

"For as we have many members in one body, but all the members do not have the same function, so we, being many, are one body in Christ, and individually members of one another." 

Beautifully expressed, it lines up with what was said by the psalmist in Psalm 133:1, "Behold, how good and how pleasant it is when brothers dwell together in unity." Paul speaks later to the church in Corinth about spiritual gifts given by God used to help the church function in the way it was intended to do so, so that each person would grow in the role that God called them to do and in that way be an encouragement or edification to others. Each functioning in their purpose for the benefit of all, and all for the glory of God. In 1 Corinthians Paul is writing to a church that has had some confusion and questioning of many things, so in Chapter 12, Paul is explaining that all believers are given spiritual gifts, and there is unity in diversity of gifts and callings. He explains that, like the human body we cannot all be a hand, there has to be a finger, or a leg or a toe. But each part of the body functions symbiotically with the others. 

"Now you are the body of Christ, and members individually. And God has appointed these in the church: first apostles, second prophets, third teachers, after that miracles, then gifts of healing, helps, administrations, varieties of tongues. Are all apostles? Are all prophets? Are all teachers? Are all workers of miracles? Do all have the gifts of healing? Do all speak with tongues? Do all interpret? But earnestly desire the best gifts. And yet I show you a more excellent way." (1 Corinthians 12:27-31).

Paul again provides further instruction to the church in Ephesus: "And He Himself gave some to be apostles, some prophets, some evangelists, and some pastors and teachers, for the equipping of the saints for the work of ministry, for the edifying of the body of Christ." (Ephesians 4:11-12) 

So we see that God has given these gifts that will edify the body of Christ. He adds that this is "till we all come to the unity of the faith and of the knowledge of the Son of God, to a perfect man to the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ; that we should no longer to children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the trickery of men, in the cunning craftiness of deceitful plotting, but, speaking the truth in love, may grow up in all things into Him who is the head - Christ - from whom the whole body, joined and knit together by what every joint supplies, according to the effective working by which every part does its share, causes growth of the body for the edifying of itself in love." (Ephesians 4:11-16). 

Having a medical background and a creative imagination, I tend to visualize ideas, or in this instances, put these truths into a mind puzzle or depiction. So think of this, Christ is the head of the body, and the spine is an extension, an elaborate creation of nerves projecting from the spine reaching all over the body. 

 

 

The above drawing is not quite as picturesque as I'd like it to me, but you can see the nerves extending from the spinal column into the arms and legs and into the soft tissues of the body.This depiction does not show the body complete with organs for the sake of showing the extension of the nerve endings. The function of the nerves is to enervate or supply what is needed for cells, tissues, organs to function properly and grow, as God designed. Then in turn when organs function, the brain sends signals to the limbs to work in symbiosis or in harmony with the other parts of the body. When someone becomes ill, the balance is off, so other cells, tissues, organs do not function normally. In Psalm 139 David stated that God created us "fearfully and wonderfully," and I would say that is an apt description of what Paul said in verse 16 of Ephesians 4: "...from whom the whole body, joined and knit together by what every joint supplies...." 

I hope that my description makes it clearer about the importance of each person working together as one, using the gifts God has given for each of us, functioning as one unit, for His glory, praise, and honor. 

The next step, the third point, Pastor Greg will discuss is the Outward working of this three part descriptions of the purpose of the church, or as our Lord calls it, the Body of Christ with Him as the Head. The Outward working, of course, is evangelism which fulfills what Jesus told His disciples to do as He departed this earth to ascend back to His Father:

"Then the eleven disciples went away into Galilee, to the mountain which Jesus had appointed for them. When the saw Him, they worshiped Him; but some doubted. And Jesus came and spoke to them, saving, 'All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.'" (Matthew 28:16-20)

So our job, as followers of Jesus Christ is the same, and we can't function well and do the job God has given us to do unless we cooperate with one another, totally surrendering to His Lordship and guidance. We need each other, working together as the early church is described in Acts. After the death of Jesus and the arrival of Holy Spirit, the church faced persecution, but they continued on in the strength of Christ and His teachings. Acts 2:40-47 the early church is described as a viable and advancing body. I often wonder if anyone would be interested in going as far as they did, giving up possessions, sharing, making certain that no one goes hungry or needing anything. The word says they had all things in common, meaning sharing of everything! They taught the Apostles doctrine, as they called the Gospel, and they grew in numbers daily. A mighty revival and radical transformation occurred, and that is what we need today. They didn't have a Bible back then, but they had the words of Torah and the prophets, and other texts, and today we have the complete Bible, active and alive. The Bible is enough. We don't need gimmicks. As the word says:

"By His divine power the Lord has given us everything we need for life and godliness through the knowledge of the One who called us by His Own honor and glory." (2 Peter 1:3)

So now we go and do likewise, obeying the words of our Savior!

Day 260 Caterpillars

 

9/17/2025

 "For we know that if our earthly house, this tent, 

is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not

made with hands, eternal in the heavens."

2 Corinthians 5:1

 

Each day I read through so many scriptures that I never know which ones will speak to what's on my heart. Anyone who follows me realizes that a lot is going on inside this brain of mine. I never stop thinking. Maybe that's because I never stop praying, and in the circles I travel, there is always much need for prayer. This morning Pastor Jack provided the above scripture from 2 Corinthians, and it is something that I have been fuming about a lot!

Prior to this chapter, Paul is talking about our outward body or man perishing, but he explains that our inward man is being built up day by day. Our focus should be on our souls rather than our physical bodies or appearance. In Chapter 5 he continues to speak of the life we live in our temporary "tents," which seems like a very apt description of the human body as we age. My son is always reminding me that I am getting "thin skinned," and warns that I should be more careful. This is not news to me, but rather than be offended, as some people I know would, I laugh. Recently we had the top ripped off our tent outside where we store our tools and the lawnmower. The heavy rains ripped one part of the top off, and although it is a nice tent over a steel frame, well-anchored into the cement, it is still a temporary shelter. It reminds me that I need to get the little house repaired outside, so that a more durable shelter can be in place against the elements. Although the tent is durable, it has worn down over the last four years. Tents are temporary, as our human bodies are fragile and decaying. 

I've thought about this quite often, as someone I care about seems to think that the outer appearance is more important than what is on the inside, in our hearts. As followers of Christ, our hearts are much more important, although our bodies are the temple of Holy Spirit, so we need to consider how we care for our bodies as well. We do that by exercise, diet, cleanliness and good grooming. We also respect our bodies by the way we dress, by not conforming to the world's view of what is fashionable. A friend said once that if we feel good dressing a certain way that it is acceptable, but I differ, as scripture says otherwise. We are instructed to be modest, not drawing undesirable attention our way. These words may not be popular to some, but after many years of experience and helping at risk kids, please take heed, especially when there are so many more predators stalking young girls. 

I've never been a big make-up user, and what I do use has to be natural due to allergies to products with chemicals and preservatives. In truth, I've never taken a long time trying to look differently from who I am, especially these days. I may slap on a little mascara, but I generally cry it off in no time, because I cry when I pray, cry when I sing, and I cry when I laugh! I am out of control! My poor son thought I was always sad until I explained my tears, but he should know better than that! He grew up with this nutcase! He also knows that this is how I react. Nothing so bizarre about that, or at least that is how I believe.

I know that young girls want to be loved and accepted, so they take more time to look a certain way. I understand, but I really don't think a ten year old needs to wear make up. She's a baby, and most of these kids are naturally beautiful, with full eyelashes and natural glow and color to their cheeks and lips. Why paint the barn if it doesn't need paint? If they stay away from cigarettes, vapes, drugs, and alcohol, and if they don't lie out in the sunshine all slicked up like a basted chicken, then their skin wouldn't age as fast. Trust me on this one. The two photos I have on my Facebook page are taken when I'm in my 50's and 60's. They are not doctored up to look good, but I think my skin looks pretty good. Now, I need a new photo!

And what about these eyelashes? My son calls them "caterpillars," and they really do look like one! By the time the person sticks on that monstrosity and adds eyeliner, they can hardly open their eyes. I squint just looking at them. If it's an older woman, in her 60's, trying to look younger, face plastered with enough make up to cover a dozen faces, just so she can appear flawless on Zoom or in the news, well...need I say more. I see this all the time. I remember feeling so badly for one pastor's wife back in the 70's or 80's who used so much make up. People made fun of her, as they tel-evangelists, but I felt sorry for her. I wondered why would she feel that she needed to paint herself up so much, when she probably was an attractive lady under it all? Why do older women, especially church folks, wear clothing that exposes one shoulder while covering the other? I even wonder why certain young female artists think they need to cheapen themselves by wearing scanty clothing, when they started out so innocently and pure. This really concerns me, because they are examples for young kids!

I'm certainly not a fashion expert, as my daughter can tell you, but I dress comfortably and modestly. I don't invite trouble, even though at my age I doubt that's a problem. I still wear skirts to church on Sundays and when I go special places. I love skirts! I haven't worn a bathing suit since my children were young, and my skirts are longer, mostly because I like them that way, but once you're a victim, it makes you more cautious. Not that I was ever carefree, but things happen in life to make us more attentive.

These days people are confused about their gender, and it saddens me that so much evil in this world makes young people think they are never good enough, or confused as to who they are or why they're here on this earth. This kind of thinking is fed into them at an early age, then as they get older, school does it to them. Why can't a child be a child? No one even plays outside anymore. They are hurried to grow up in an ugly world. This burdens my heart. It hurts me, because there are so many distortions, deviated behaviors, and darkness. Jesus is the only answer. He brings light, and His light can dispel all darkness. But we have to get the word out, and we have to teach our children that they are beautiful and perfect in the sight of the God who created them in His own image for great works.

So please, remember our life here is brief, and regardless of whether we like it or not, we will age, and face changes, but it is not the end. It is just another season, but if we care for ourselves, as God intended for us, it's not bad. The part of all of us that is important is our inner self, beliefs, and our heart. The most important things is Jesus loves you, this I know, for the Bible tells me so! Now that's a profound statement to live by. So share it! Live it!

Day 259 I Lay It All Down

 

9/16/2025

"As long as it is day, we must do the works

of Him who sent Me. Night is coming, when no 

man can work."

John 9:4   

 

I've been sitting here for well over an hour staring at the computer screen, looking at my notes, bursting in tears, rubbing my head. I took a break and went downstairs to Daniel's dungeon, and I actually made him laugh over some silly antics with the little Grinch I gave him a couple of years ago. I'm seriously thinking of writing Grinch tales, under another name, as that one is already taken. I imagine if I publish the stories I'll have to design an entirely new character for the stories, but then it wouldn't be the same. Daniel's been having some down days, but as he was cackling over some lunacy, he said "Laughter really is good medicine." That's one for Solomon!

Last night I returned the call of a friend, who obviously was having a hard day, but I made her and her aunt laugh too. Kinda sad that I can't seem to make myself laugh. Not at the moment, no. Usually I laugh all the time. I never get bored, as I can break the monotony of work remembering silly things. I don't know, maybe it's recent events still heavily on my mind, seeing photos, thoughts being revived as I write. Who knows. One thing is certain, this melancholy will pass.

The world seems to be turning upside down, but not in an altogether bad way. I remember when the disciples came alive in Christ once the early church got kick started by the arrival of Holy Spirit. Jesus' final words spoken to the disciples as recorded in Matthew 28:19-20 were: 

"Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age."

But then, He told them to wait for the gift of Holy Spirit:

"But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be witnesses to Me in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth." (Acts 1:8) 

Jesus instructed His disciples to go, but He knew they would need power in order to work effectively. He knew they were facing more than mere flesh and blood persecution, rather they were up against a spiritual battle, so He prepared them for it by giving them Holy Spirit, our Comforter. When Jesus appeared to His disciples after the resurrection, He breathed on them to receive His Spirit, but later He gave them instructions to wait. Imagine how they felt cooped up in that room waiting, anticipating, not knowing what was coming next?! On the Day of Pentecost the wait was over, and from that moment on, the church was birthed, and lives were changed. The book of Acts takes us on the journey of salvation, promised first to the Jews then to the Gentiles (Romans 1:16). Jesus met Saul of Tarsus, a Pharisee, en-route to Damascus to persecute the Jews of the Way, as believers in Christ were known. Jesus hand-selected Saul, later renamed Paul by Jesus, to take the Gospel to the Gentiles. As the Gospel story progresses, the disciples and many followers, including Paul the Apostle, were martyred for the faith. Only John the apostle survived, after enduring several attempts to kill him, but in the end he was exiled to Patmos, where he received The Revelation of Christ, describing the imminent return of Jesus to rule and reign as King.

So why am I saying all this again, other than to testify of Jesus, because I dearly love to talk about my Best Friend, Savior, Lord, the Love of my life. Jesus also shared other words with the disciples and the crowds who flocked to hear His words, be healed, delivered, to be fed, and many accepted Him and His message of the Kingdom of God. In Matthew, chapters 5 - 7 Jesus sat on a hill and taught a large crowd that came to be known as The Sermon on the Mount. He taught and spoke in parables, as I have mentioned before. In chapter 7, Jesus spoke of the "narrow way," the road that leads to eternal life (verses 13-14), and He said that many false prophets would come in the end times. The way to identify true followers from those who walk in darkness is that those who walk in the light, as He is in the light, always bear fruit. The sad thing is that many will be deceived regardless. In verses 21 -23 Jesus goes on to say:

"Not everyone who says to Me, 'Lord, Lord,' shall enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father in heaven. Many will say to Me in that day, 'Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Your name, cast out demons in Your name, and done many wonders in Your name?' And then I will declare to them, 'I ever knew you; depart from Me, you who practice lawlessness!'"

A couple of days I shared the parable of the sower and the seed, and how easily it is to fall by the wayside when there is no depth in our relationship with Christ. In fact, there is no relationship, because He is not Lord of our lives. I spoke of examining my life to see if there is anything that stands between me and the Lord. I want to bear much fruit for His kingdom and for His glory. The church teaches once saved always saved, but they fail to explain what being "saved" involves completely, and that discipleship and commitment, turning from the sinful life is required. These verses are not the only warnings in scripture about salvation not being "cheap grace," or what some have termed a "get out of hell free card." A life hidden in Christ brings surrender, absolute surrender to Him. Giving Him all of us, just as He did when He gave His life for ours. As the end times progress, more persecution will come, and, as sad as it sounds, more martyrs on American soil. Just what happened recently tells all. But such martyrdom is being seen all over the globe. It's when it hits home that people sit up and take notice.

Romans 6:1-2 begins with these words: "What shall we say then? Shall we continue in sin that grace may abound? Certainly not! How shall we who died to sin live any longer in it?" Later, the writer of Hebrews puts it this way: "For if we sin willfully after we have received the knowledge of the truth, there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins, but a certain fearful expectation of judgment, and fiery indignation which will devour the adversaries." (Hebrews 10:26-27) These words are so frightful, and should put the fear of God's wrath in us. Proverbs says in chapter 9, verse 10: "The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding." The fear Solomon is speaking about is an awe and reverence of our Holy God of Israel. It is not His intention for us to be afraid to approach Him. When He created the world He wanted relationship with us. But to continue to disrespect His free gift of grace by faith in His Son, brings His wrath. 

This is something we must think about, consider long and hard, and decide whom we will serve. We can choose where we spend eternity.

Day 258 Listen...What Do You Hear?

 

9/15/2025 

"Jesus Christ has brought every need, every joy,

every gratitude, every hope of men before God. He

accompanies us, and brings us in the presence of God."  

Dietrich Bonhoeffer

"No man comes unto the Father, but by Me."  

John 14:6

 

Do you every wonder why I use teddy bears or small children as the images for my posts? Teddy bears are especially dear to me, because I so longed to have a special one when I was a child. I have no memory of a teddy bear, except the one my Uncle Pete won for me at a carnival or fair, but I don't think the teddy bear loved me back. I remember that Uncle Pete had a little wind up donkey toy that I so wanted as my own, but it never happened. He did, however, gift me with his old RCA Music collection of classical musicians. At a very young age I was drawn to music by Mozart, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, and later Rachmaninoff stole my heart. Sadly, this collection was stolen as was another treasured album by Andy Williams. Seems strange for a young school girl to love classical music, especially when my daddy is a bluegrass enthusiastic, but we shared our time together too. He would have me sit in the basement for hours listening to one in particular. I laughed, and it made him happy.  I also loved reading -  Homer's Iliad and Odyssey, War and Peace, Anna Karenina and other classics by Tolstoy, books by Dostoevsky. But I was very well-read as a young grade school girl, and I carried on the tradition with my children. When we moved, I donated the collection to the church school. I sometimes wish I still had them. 

On Christmas of 1959 I received my first Bible, which I still treasure and guard, as it is falling apart from love and use, and that same Christmas I received a stuffed Lassie dog. I loved that dog almost as much as I loved my Bible. I could hug him, tell him anything, and he was my friend and loved me. He is the first toy, other than the donkey, that I absolutely loved. Why I gave him away, I often ask myself, but at the time, it seemed the right thing to do, or rather, what my mother wanted.

Over the years I have accumulated many stuffed animal friends, and as you will note when you enter into my home, I still have many in plain sight dancing about the rooms. I guess they were my go to substitutes when I couldn't find love and acceptance or felt afraid as a young child, and it grew over the years. Then, as a puppeteer working in children's church and with at-risk kids, my hurts were soothed by "hugs." It was a vehicle through which I could reach a disturbed child, even my own. In fact it works so effectively that my son's counselor is interested in meeting one of my personalities. If you don't hear from me, look for me in the rubber room!!

Children are so fragile, and even those with behavior problems or trauma, can be reached using this type of therapy. I believe I have mentioned this in a previous blog, my thoughts of having a ministry of some sort using these survival skills. I guess I feel the need to talk about it sometimes. I'd love to have the opportunity to help one of the dear ones. Even adults, like me, respond, find help and more importantly, healing and closure. But enough of that subject. 

Yesterday, I spoke about the parable of the sower and the seed, and how every Christian, myself included, needs to search our hearts and come to the place where we hear God's voice on the direction He has for us in this hour, this season of time. I've shared profusely that God is asking me about motives of my heart. It's not that I am not totally sold out for Him, because I am, but yet, when I get up in the morning, even though I think of Him first, I thank Him for a new day, even if I don't feel like it. I wake up with eyes to see, ears to hear, a voice to sing, a heart to pray, to sunlight or rain. I have a cat that needs me, well he needs food and tolerates me. I have so much. My younger son is here, so we have each other after so many years alone, for me. I just saw my family whom I'd not seen since the last funeral, others it has been since childhood. I am here in Virginia for a reason, and God is helping me with that one. I just need to sit tight and listen.

As I examine myself, though, I am asking if the first cup of coffee, feeding my cat first thing, saying Good Morning and stopping to laugh with my son, if, perhaps, they could be distractions or worse idols in the way of meeting with Abba sooner?! I pray not, because He is everything to me, and I don't want anyone or any thing to ever come between us. But, it's worth considering. Are too many early morning prayer meetings taking the place of quiet time first and foremost with Father God? Is my 5 minute devotional with Pastor Jack Hibbs more important than talking with Abba? 

I am also sensing, in the Spirit, troubling matters regarding distractions in ministries. Too much time being spent on building one's church, not going after the 99, overly priced Christian concerts. Too much for this brain to absorb. So, I'm taking "5" and praying. Ephesians 6:13 tells us having done all to stand our ground, and that is what I am doing in the company of my fluffy friends, as long as God allows.  

Day 257 To the Death

 

9/14/2025

"Do not be overcome by evil, but 

overcome evil with good."

  Romans 12:21 

 

Last week was one of the most difficult ones of my lifetime, because tragedy happened to one so young - Charlie Kirk was only 31 years old, assassinated on 9/10/2025. But this week, a continuation of last week,  attention is amplifying further into multiple national and international tributes to this young man for his stand for freedom and his voice for Christ. He wanted to be remembered for his courage and faith, and he most definitely will.

I remember the shock of my life on November 22, 1963, when John F Kennedy was assassinated in a motorcade; I was 13, a young teenager, but I respected and admired this courageous man. He was only 46 years old, our youngest President. On April 4, 1968, Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated at the age of 39, and two months later, on June 5, 1968, Robert Kennedy was assassinated at the age of 42. Three giants who touched my young life forever. I believed in the message that brought, especially Dr. King, and I continue to speak of him often as an influence in my life, although I was only 17 years old when he and Senator Kennedy died. Senator Kennedy was a Presidential hopeful when he died.

I attended a live event (online) at the Kennedy Center in Washington DC last night with 85 members of Congress, as well as other members of government, present paying their homage to Charlie and their support to Erika, his widow and their two small children, and to the Turning Point USA staff. Sean Feucht led worship. He was a close friend of Charlie's, whom he met when his friends and church turned their backs on him when he decided to run for a government seat in California. Apparently Charlie heard about it and reached out to Sean and encouraged him. Isn't it amazing how God places people into our lives at just the right moments. My contact is merely through prayer groups, but I feel as if I know him. When he spoke, he made us all proud, because he was not ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and he knew the only answer is Jesus. I pray for Erika and the children in this time of deep grief, and for their parents, hers and Charlie's. I cannot imagine the depth of the sorrow. I continue to struggle with the crushing blow to my gut and pain in my heart. I have experienced my own grief in loss, but nothing of this magnitude. I think of Erika so often throughout the day, as I remain in disbelief of this whole thing. O, Abba Father, please hold them close, and bring them Your peace, shalom. Robert Kennedy shared that one time Charlie asked him if he was afraid to die. His response to Charlie was that there were worse things than dying. We have comfort and great joy in knowing that Charlie is in Heaven with Jesus, but we will miss him.

Our message this morning was taken from Mark 4:1-20 - the story of the sower and the seed. It seems appropriate, well-timed, I feel, another intervention as people are wondering "where do we go from here?" For weeks I have been sharing with my "audience" that in my quiet time, Holy Spirit has been shining a light on the motives of my heart. Are they pure or do I have a different "agenda" or "take" on things. I can honestly say that I ask God for His will alone to be done on earth, as it is in heaven, in my life. I want none of me. As pastor shared this passage of scripture, he asked us to consider where we stand in our relationship with the Lord, especially at this time of crisis, as each day becomes a little darker. But then Jesus did say this would happen. Listen to the words of Jesus as He shared this parable:

"'Listen! Behold, a sower went out to sow. And it happened, as he sowed, that some seed fell by the wayside, and the birds of the air came and devoured it. Some fell on stony ground where it did not have much earth; and immediately it sprang up because it had no depth of earth. But when the sun was up it was scorched, and because it had not root it withered away. And some seed fell among thorns; and the thorns grew up and choked it, and it yielded no crop. But other seed feel on good ground and yielded a crop that sprang up, increased and produced; some thirtyfold, some sixty, and some a hundred.' And He said to them, 'He who has ears to hear, let him hear!'" (Mark 4:3-9) 

When Jesus was alone with His disciples, they asked Him the meaning of the parable (see verses 1-20). Jesus was always patient in explaining, as when we have questions, we should always ask Him, and most definitely not run to unreliable sources or those who would sow fear or discord. Everything we need can be found in scripture, but we need to spend time alone with Him, abiding in the secret place, in order to grow in the truth which brings real peace, God's shalom peace. 

In the parable, the sower is the one who shares the word of God. The type of soil represents the condition of one's heart. When a person first hears the Gospel of Jesus Christ, they may appear to receive the word, as they were listening intently, but the soil of the heart is not prepared for truth, so the enemy, satan,  immediately snatches it away. The seed or word that falls on stony ground represents a heart that may hear the word and receive it gladly, yet they have no root. They don't apply themselves to studying the Bible, attending services regularly, so they never become grounded on the word. Persecution comes in or someone may challenge them or treat them differently, but alone, he has no strength, so he stumbles and falls. The seed that falls on soil where thorns sprout up are those who hear the word, but when troubles of the become too heavy, such as is happening now in our world, almost daily with increased murders, crimes, anger, hatred rising up, discouragement comes in, and it chokes out the word, and there is no fruit. Apparently, there has not been discipleship and regular Bible study and application of the word. Faith is weak, and fear sets in. But then, there is the seed that falls on prepared soil, hearts rooted and grounded in the word. This person is active in church attendance, Bible study, growth in personal time with Jesus, growing in the grace and knowledge of Jesus Christ, interacting with others, and yielding fruit. Jesus said we would be known by our fruit, and by our love for one another. 

Because the prophetic time clock, as I like to call it, is ticking, and the time of Jesus' return is imminent, we need to be busy about His business. It is not a time to fall into fear or despair or silence. It is a time to be bold to speak the truth of God's word, and it is a time to examine our hearts to see where we stand in the parable just described. How is our faith? Are we wavering or standing strong? Are we ready to meet our Master? I know that is my heart's only desire. To be who I am supposed to be, bringing honor and glory to His Name. The best way we can share Christ is by sharing our testimony, and by engaging in honest conversations in love. Never shy away from the truth. I say this to myself as well. We must be bold, and Charlie Kirk is a righteous example of a man who spoke the truth boldly, with compassion, and in love. May we follow his example and go and do likewise.  

Day 256 Contending for the Faith

 

9/13/2025

 "When prayer is a struggle, do not worry about the prayers that you

cannot pray. You yourself are a prayer to God at that moment.

All that is within you cries out to Him. And He hears all the pleas

that your suffering soul and body are making to Him with

groanings which cannot be uttered."

O. Hallesby

 

Today marks the 102nd birthday of my daddy, had he lived - John Marshall Cabaniss. He was 89 years old when he passed away on 12/20/2012. Mama preceded him in death on 12/20/2009, at the age of 82 - Margaret Louise Rowland Cabaniss. It seemed rather fitting, perhaps prophetic, that they should depart this world three years apart on the same day. I have always felt that mama was waiting for him at the gates of Heaven, excited to introduce him to Jesus. It's just my thought, but it seems appropriate to me, at least.

My daddy had three sisters, all have passed away, but I have cousins remaining. Sadly, I have been unable to gather them together, but it has become a priority of mine. Today, however, my mama's two sisters and one remaining brother got together with the cousins for a little reunion in North Carolina close to the Assisted Living Facility where mama's oldest remaining sister (well into her 90's) lives. Since moving back home to Virginia in October 2021, I have only visited with family at nursing homes and funeral parlors. This is why we decided to have a family reunion, as we didn't want to "meet up" again for less than pleasant reasons. Some of the cousins and I were chatting, and it appears that I am the third oldest cousin, so it seems that I have seniority at the ripe old age of 75. I guess that accounts for something.

It was a nice time, although I ate the wrong foods and am paying for it severely today. Still, all in all, it is a small price to pay to spend quality time with my family whom I missed for the 35 years I lived in Northern New Mexico. I hope we do it again before too long. I have been meeting with members of my high school graduation class of 1968 for several years for the same reasons - life is brief. Over the years, we would get together whenever I visited my parents, but now I get to see them every three months. We will be meeting this Thursday at one of local restaurants, because we must have food! We always have a good time of fellowship, but I need to learn to mingle a little better. It seems that we become clannish and hang with those we know better, same at family reunions. Why is that? Can it be the sheer number of years makes us reticent? Maybe I'll address that question.

It was good for me to take time away from the prayer closet and prayer calls for just a day. This week has been a particularly difficult one, and my emotions are tied up in knots, yet, although my heart is broken,  the joy of the Lord truly has been my strength. 

Days are passing by so quickly, just as the day dawns, it quickly fades into the afternoon and evening, leaving little accomplished, at least in my mind's eye. Today marks the 708th day of the war in Israel, and another surge of the battle is mounting up, as the innocent civilians are being moved from harm's way. The United Nations General Assembly started up this week in New York City, adding additional tension against Israel. Plus all the additional "wars" brewing on the streets of the nation and world. But then, there exists daily massacres in Nigeria and the Congo, and that's two places. Evil is virtually everywhere, and Christians are dying daily for their faith. Now it is coming to the America. It is a difficult thing to watch, and sometimes all I can do is cry out to God "Help!" When does enough ever become enough? 

My little devotional, 60 Days of Prayer, always seems to hit me where I am at, as the expression goes. Today's short reminder is entitled Running the Race Marked Out for You. It is based on scripture found in Hebrews 12:1-2: "Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." This scripture encourages us to continue to hold fast to our faith, setting aside any doubts, distractions, any besetting sins, anything that burdens your soul, and focus on Christ and Christ alone. Do you realize that the words "who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross" is about "us," those who follow Him, who call Him Lord? He was willing to take the shame of the death of the cross, the bear all the sins - past, present, and future - to ransom us from death. He loved us that much to leave His position in Heaven, to come down to earth, and take our place. I invite you to close your eyes and think about that for a moment. Look at His face, and remember.

Jude 1:3 exhorts us: "Beloved, while I was very diligent to write to you concerning our common salvation, I found it necessary to write to you exhorting you to contend earnestly for the faith which was once for all delivered to the saints. For certain men have crept in unnoticed, who long ago were marked out for this condemnation, ungodly men, who turn the grace of our God into lewdness and deny the only Lord God and our Lord Jesus Christ." 

These are indeed perilous days, and the enemy of our souls is getting desperate to silence God's voice, as the assassination of our beloved Charlie Kirk demonstrated. But truth never dies, as one pastor pointed out, not even when someone is viciously and cowardly shot in the throat. I never had the privilege of knowing Charlie personally, but he was part of Zoom prayer call vigils of which I was a part. He continues to be a shining example of God's grace and faith in Jesus Christ his Savior and Lord. His testimony and the work began in him will not be silenced! May all praise, honor and glory be unto our Lord and our God.

Let's keep our eyes on the Commander of the Armies of Heaven, and cut off the head of the snake! That was God's mandate to me, and I now share with you. Continue to fight the good fight of faith until we see Him coming in the clouds!  

Day 255 If...Then

 

9/12/2025

"IF My people who are called by My name 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 health their land."  

2 Chronicles 7:14

 

When I was growing up my mama faithfully took me to church. If we didn't have a ride, or if daddy was working, she would "bum" a ride, as she called it, but she made sure that every time the door of the church was opened, we were there. My daddy didn't attend church services when we were growing up, but something changed when his first grandchild, my daughter, was born. I can't remember exactly when he began to go to church with mama, but he was faithful the rest of his life. One thing my daddy taught me was that my word was my bond, that a person could depend on my word. He taught me to respect others, and he taught me generosity, if we had little to share. My mother would say, "We throw another potato into the pot." Sometimes potato soup was what we had, but it always became a feast with mama's biscuits, and she was always ready to share.

God's word teaches the same values that my parents instilled in me when I was growing up, as well as my siblings. We learned respect, honor, and friendship. We learned to keep promises, no matter the cost. God keeps His promises, and according to scripture "For all the promises of God in Him are Yes, and in Him Amen, to the glory of God through us." (2 Corinthians 1:20) 

The above words from 2 Corinthians 7:14 were spoken to Solomon by God after the dedication of the Temple. It has been quoted so often, but I wonder if those who read it really pay attention to the words. God is saying to His chosen people, Israel when He said "If MY people," but we can claim the words as Christians, because we have been grafted by God into the family, and now because of our belief in Christ, we too have been part of His people (Romans 11; Romans 1:16). When God is speaking, He often will say, "If...then..." I have mentioned this many times. So God is saying that IF My people who are called by My name 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. The first things His people are told to do is to Repent! That was the message of John the Baptist, and it was the first words spoken by Jesus when He began His ministry. When we use this scripture, somehow it seems as it is being spoken more to the non-Christian than the believer, but God includes us. Hebrews 13:8 says that Jesus is the same yesterday, today, and forever. The word of God is His word, so the promises of God that began in Genesis and to through Revelation, are relevant for today. 

God continues speaking to Solomon saying that IF you continue to walk in His ways, keep His laws, THEN the throne of David would be established forever. God expects us to follow His law, be committed to His call, follow Christ, who gave His life for us. When Jesus died He split the veil in the temple that separated man from God, so we could approach the throne humbly seeking His grace to help in time of need. But we must come low, humbly, recognizing that we need to repent for ourselves, our nation, our families, seeking Holy Spirit to show us anything that separates us from God.

Our nation is in trouble. We are in a spiritual war, and we must fight with the spiritual weapons of our warfare. We need revival and reformation, turning back to God, beginning with the church, because judgment begins in the house of the Lord (1 Peter 4:17). I heard a pastor say that just as the early church was birthed on the blood of the martyred apostles, so revival will be awakened or re-birthed by the blood of our first martyr, Charlie Kirk. The devil has overplayed his shot. He has unleashed such a passion, fueled the flame of revival in the hearts of the generations of young people that Charlie taught the truth of truth, God's word. So many people are paying tribute to Charlie, and his wife, Erika spoke to the nation tonight, to all who love Him. Such love, commitment, and resolve to continue making the ministry of Turning Point USA even greater. It is so true that God will take evil and turn it for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purposes (Romans 8:28). And that is what Charlie did. He served others just as God said, "If you want to be great in God's Kingdom, learn to be a servant to all." (Matthew 20:16)

Let's begin today by humbling ourselves, asking Holy Spirit to search our hearts, clean our minds, and repent for ourselves and on behalf of others. Seeking Him for the next step in the journey He has for us. As Paul the Apostle was locked up in Rome, waiting his death, he spoke these words: "For I am already being poured out as a drink offering, and the time of my departure is at hand. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Finally, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to me on that Day, and not to me only but also to all who have loved His appearing." (2 Timothy 4:6-8) Charlie has finished his race, and he kept the faith, and all of Heaven is rejoicing, but a child of God has come home. I know he heard the words, "Well done, My good and faithful servant, enter in." I live for that day!

Day 254 A Day of Remembering

 

9/11/2025 

 Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his faithful servants.

Psalm 116:15

 Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.

John 15:13

 

Today is the day we remember the fateful day of September 11, 2001, when our nation was attacked by al-Qaeda terrorists. In the midst of the horror, anxiety, and grief, our government acted swiftly in defense of our nation while the first responders and citizens dug fiercely through the rubble searching for survivors against all odds and recovering the charred and broken remains of the innocent victims. 

There had been no provocation prior to the attack, but it had been well-planned by the enemy. Almost 3,000 people died that day on the attack on the World Trade Center Twin Towers in New York City, the Pentagon in Arlington, Virginia, and United Airlines Flight 93 that crashed in an open field in Somerset County, Pennsylvania, all attacks killing nearly 3,000 people. United Airlines Flight 93 was enroute to Washington DC, so the crew and the people fought back, laying down their lives to save the many more who would have died had the plane reached the intended destination. 

This morning I joined the online National 9/11 Pentagon Memorial Observance Ceremony with our President Donald John Trump speaking. On Wednesday, a dear friend of our President and dear to so many in this nation and world, a mighty man of God, Charlie Kirk, founder of Turning Point USA, was assassinated at a gathering in Utah at the Utah University where Charlie was speaking to a huge crowd gathered against recent violence and the transgender involvement. As President Trump spoke at the 9/11 ceremony, he was still visibly emotional, grieved, and guarded by the senseless death of this 31 year old man who leaves behind a wife and two small children. President Trump loves this country, our country, and when he delivered his speech, it came from his heart, as did his sentiments spoken for Charlie. Our President has had two attempts on his life, and he has faced tremendous opposition from so many since he announced his decision to run for President the first term. Prior to that he was everyone's "friend" who now spew hatred and discord. It is interesting to me how quickly supposed friends turn against us when we no longer walk their circles or choose their gods. Sadly, as I say over and over again, this is visible in the Christian churches, many who refuse to speak out for justice and righteousness.

The service payed homage to every citizen who gave their lives on that day, naming them one by one. At similar ceremonies in New York City and in Pennsylvania, the names were also listed, as each gave their lives for their country. The field in Pennsylvania is now a honored landmark dedicated to the memory of these courageous people.

In the midst of the ceremonies honoring the ones who gave their lives on 9/11 and those who lived, after saving others, and those who chose to change their direction in life, there were many who stood in protest and jeered. This was especially the case in the death of Charlie Kirk. It grieves me to the depth of my soul to say that the greatest signs of joy and celebration of this martyr's death came from elected officials in Congress, who have been the instigators of hate crimes and devastation of cities, causing riots, the ones who probably assisted in the January 6 events, blaming it on innocent citizens. The words of one representative have been loudly heard spewing hatred, violence, antisemitism, and evil remarks calling for the downfall of this nation. This person and any elected official who is allowed to remain in a government position or even remain a citizen of the United States after speaking in such an evil manner brings shame upon our country and the citizens who support it. I am not a politician, nor do I care about the rhetoric, but I care about God's laws, and God's government, and the Bible is very clear about who is in charge. Charlie died because he understood that, but he had the courage to speak out, to speak truth, the truth of the Word of God. He was direct, not controversial, but he was polite and always thanked the people for their questions, even if they disagreed. This is why the young people who gathered at these events, most against him, listened to him. They paid attention to what was being said and the answers provided by Charlie that came directly from the Word of God, the Word of Truth. Young people are hungry for the truth, not the blatant discord, suppositions, coerced madness forced on the weak minded by agents of the devil. They are hungry for the truth that brings life, the truth that says they matter, and that they have purpose.

Today we remember 9/11/2001, and I pray that in remembering we also recognize that God, in His grace and mercy, has chosen to give our nation another chance to get it right. He has placed a man in the White House whose life is being transformed and renewed. He is remembering that God spared his life, and although Donald John Trump cannot save our nation, nor any man or woman, by surrendering to the will of his Father in Heaven, he will be given the wisdom to effect change in this nation and world. Our God is in control. No man. Let us remember this truth. 

Day 252 The Cost

 

9/9/2025

"We have the idea that prayer is for special times,

but we have to put on the armor of God for the continual

practice of prayer, so that any struggling onslaught

of the powers of darkness cannot touch the position of prayer."

Oswald Chambers

 

Have you ever been in a room full of people, whether it be a classroom, a family get-together, or a private or personal event, with multiple conversations going on - loud, joyous, anxious, laughter - all happening at once like a swarm of bees busily at work - an atmosphere of spontaneity and caution. Standing there, seemingly in the middle in the room, no one notices the expression on your face suddenly changes, as if a weight falls, and overcome by a deep awareness that causes you to suddenly begin to cry softly, yet  uncontrollably. Perhaps others are unaware, but the difference in the atmosphere has changed for you. You cannot explain it to others, because they will not understand. The feeling that overcomes you can be deep sorrow as if aware of something deeply troubling, or it may be from an overwhelming awareness that Someone has entered the room, the atmosphere, for you, has shifted.

A friend who had visited Billy Graham's Training Center at the Cove had an experience similar to what I am describing as she walked around the premises. She explained it as a sudden feeling as if she knew that she was standing on Holy Ground. I understand that feeling very well. What if you could experience that feeling every day? It is possible when you learn to abide in the secret place, and the secret place can be anywhere, as with my friend, where His Presence is hallowed.

God continues to deal with me about certain things that He wants me to examine or perhaps put aside - distractions that may be impeding His direction in this new season He is calling me into. It's difficult to articulate or express my feelings, and perhaps I am not meant to delve into it, but the feelings are real and precious.

So much is going on in the world, and quite honestly, unless you understand Biblical prophecy, many things that are happening will be missed. Certain groups or movements want to blame unexpected events on weather change, but this is predicted, and if the environment has changed, it is due to selfishness on our end, as we have not stewarded the upkeep of the earth entrusted to man by God very well. Sadly, no one wants to admit responsibility for anything these days, and accountability is not something we have witnessed in the government until the current administration. I do believe, no I know, that God showed His mercy and grace toward America when He chose the present administration. He gave us another chance to turn from our wicked ways back to Him. God had been taken out of everything, but now, thanks to the goodness of God, things have changed. We have a President and administration who believe in the power of prayer, and they are not afraid to speak the Name of Jesus in press conferences, on videos, or on the front lawn. They recognize that without God, our nation is lost. They realize that Jesus Christ is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Our President is not afraid to speak up and say that someone who makes foolish comments about the insignificance of prayer, should not be in government. And I am in the agreement that anyone who is openly anti-American, anti-Israel, and who speaks out against Christians, inviting attacks and even death, should be removed from that office as a traitor to our country. There is so much evil being planted in this area, and it is difficult to weed out the tares without harming the wheat.

Today I witnessed the release of a young girl who has been held captive in Iraq where she was doing college research since March 2023. I've had her face on my bulletin board since that time, and today our President finally secured the release of Elizabeth Tsurkov from Iraq. I was ecstatic, as I finally saw someone released from the wrongful actions of Hezbollah. Thanks and praise goes to Jesus!

I again call upon the church to wake up and speak out for those who are imprisoned for their beliefs or because they are Christians or Jews. Do not be afraid, because fear is not of God. Right now people are saying that on September 23rd Jesus will return. This is the Lord's Feast Day celebrating Rosh Hashanah, on the next month of the Jewish calendar, 1Tishrei announces the Jewish New Year, the High Holy Day, Yom Kippur. September 23rd will be Feast of Trumpets, and some religious people are saying Jesus will return on this day. One church has even printed a booklet entitled Emergency Guide, Millions of People Missing, Read This. This church was passing these booklets out for those who will be left behind when the Rapture occurs. In the past there have been people who had made the same claims about Jesus' return, even written books, bringing fear and possibly false conversions. Jesus Himself said that no one knew the time or hour of His return, not even He knew it, only the Father. Why do we profess to know what our Lord Himself has said no man knows. Wouldn't it be better to live for Christ in freedom and truth, loving Him, and esteeming Him, fearing God in His holiness? Please read the Bible for yourself. Jesus is indeed returning, and I hope it is soon. But God does not want anyone to perish, but all to come to eternal life through Jesus Christ. We cannot force another person to change their minds by words, coercion, bribes. God has given man free choice to decide how he wants to live, so where he spends eternity is up to him or her. So we train up our children in the way they are to go, as the scriptures teach, and if we made mistakes it is never too late to talk to your children. The best example is to show them your changed life, live it out before their eyes. And pray. Contrary to the belief of some politicians prayer does work, and it is the BEST we can do. Jesus is the Only Answer.

This blog post is being finished a little later, because there was another that needed to go first. Besides which all these days are blending into one for me, as I write, as I cry out His Name. I pray someone cares enough to pick up a Bible and talk to the Lord for himself. Selah.