Cleaning House- Cleaning Spirit

I have been cleaning out things per the instruction from the Lord. Throwing away things that I just do not need. Letting go of things that I have kept "just in case" I might need it one day. Do you do that? While cleaning out I came across the source of this post. It was a couple of sheets of paper tucked away in a shoe box that I have had for years. I threw it away and in the doing I re-read this post. I was amazed that the very same relationships that I was struggling with two years ago have just this year been released. I am a slow learner.

The Lord has been giving me specific instructions the other day to "clean" up my spiritual life and one of them was to let go of people that have walked away from me. I will listen this time. I have a new vision for my life and struggling with dead relationships is not one of them. My older brother Paul is always telling me that they are a vexation to my spirit. He is right.

This post was from 2007
and something that I found VERY strange...... It was dated November 18 2007.
I think the Father God wanted me to post this again today.

What do you think?
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....I am a fan of T.D.Jakes and have read most of his books. Woman Thou Art Loosed is a great book. While cleaning out some old papers the other day I came across an email sent to me by a good friend and mentor a few years ago... (Yes I am a pack rat and keep everything, however this time I am glad that I did.) In this email was some quotes from T.D.Jakes that I want to share with you.... You see I have struggled all my life with low self esteem and an sense of needing to belong. Maybe that is why I have made so many mistakes in my personal choices.

... If you knew me well or if you were around me for any given time you would think that I had all the confidence in the world and I needed no outside affirmation of who I was... but you would be wrong. I cover it up and I cover it up with a very strong personality and I am a bit mouthy... thus I will overcome by being the stronger voice. That is sometimes good and sometimes bad. I think that the Lord has helped me so much in the past few years by giving me Dennis. He loves me as I am and I have no need of proving myself. He is such a gift and he is the example of the love of God in my life......

........ Getting back to T.D.Jakes.... I hate it when I know someone does not like me or accept me and I work hard at trying to change that...... I will talk and do and go out of my way to figure out how to change their minds toward me. My older brother thinks I am crazy...hahahhah and maybe so... There are those that will love and accept me and there are those that will not and that is life........ I just have a hard time letting go... There are some relationships in my life that case me grief because I love these people but cannot reach them.... I try, I really try but everything I do is twisted and turned back to hurt me.......... soooooooooo while cleaning out those pesty boxes of paper I found this............ Tell me what you think:

Let it Go: 2004 T.D.Jakes

There are people who can walk away from you and hear me when I tell you this:

1. If they can walk away let them!

2. Do not talk one more person into staying with you , loving you, calling you, coming to see you, or staying attached to you.

3. Hang up the phone, do not try calling them one more time. ( I started to do that this morning)

4. Your destiny is never tied to anyone that has left you.

5. The bible says that they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us, for had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. (1 John 2:9)

6. People leave you because they are not joined to you, and if not joined to you, you cannot make them stay.

7. We need to learn the gift of good-bye.

8. Stop begging people to stay. Let them go.

9. If someone cannot treat you right, love you back, and see your worth, let them go.

10. If you keep trying to help someone that will not help themselves , let them go.

11. If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship then Let it go!

T.D.Jakes 2004

I have been so guilty of all of these things.... I struggle so hard sometimes with things that I cannot change..... It is just who I am, but this morning after reading this list again I realize that it is a vexation to my spirit man and I need to let go. God has called me to accomplish some things in my life and I am beginning to see those things happen. The energy that I spend with the broken things in my life is draining me of my spiritual life.

.... The relationships in my life that are broken or non existing God will replace. He is able to send us a brother or sister, a mother or father. What ever the need may be He is able.
..... So this Sunday morning I will vow unto the Lord one more time to let go of those things that hinder my spirit and I will look to the Father for those things that I need in my life and if I do not need it in my life I will let it go.

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We all have things in our life that need to be released to the Father. In the two years since I had written this post I have released a lot of things and people. It is a learning and healing process, and I see healing in my life and it is strange to say, but my vision is clearing.

God, HE is so smart.

SONSHINE

What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.


Alfred Tennyson


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Let the SON shine........

Obedience-Re-Post

I read on FB this morning about ministry. It reminded me of this post that I wrote over a year ago. I thought it worth posting again......... Ministry........ right in front of my nose..

Hugs

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...........My ministry. I spent years looking for and waiting for my ministry. Many years ago when I was first born-again there was a powerful woman of God that prophesied over me. I will never forget that day and her words resound in my mind on many occasions. I would teach and preach and minister to wounded women. I would be an instrument of God to touch women of no self worth.

......... I think it was the next day that I began looking for that ministry. I studied for hours and hours. I listened with a hungry heart to every word that came out of the mouth of many ministers on TV and in my local church. Years went by and nothing. I cried, I prayed, I begged for God to "bring me into my ministry" I have a passion that burns within me today for the wounded woman but try as I might I could not find my"niche".

........... The years have come and gone and I have gone through very dark times since then and I have gone through many mountain top experiences. I cannot tell you when I came to an understanding of "my ministry" but thankfully I did. When I was first saved I was a mess and I would have been no help to anyone. There were things that the Lord and I had to work through before I could see Him clearly. I had a distorted view of all things of the Lord but knew that He lived within me and I so wanted to know the truth. I studied.

... Over the years I have been a preacher, a teacher, a leader of many women's groups. I have spoke in front of many and I have spoke in front of few. I have laid hands and anointed with oil and seen God heal. I can tell you that I am in my element when I am standing in front of groups of people large or small. But......... (you knew there was a but coming)

....I have learned over the years that our ministry is not in billboard neon signs. We are not all Joyce Myers' or Kenneth Copeland's. If you study the life of Christ you will see His ministry.

.... He moved through His world never staying still in one spot. His world was small compared to ours but He moved through His world with compassion for the few and compassion for the many. His ministry was to minister to the needs before Him whether it be healing or hunger. He was a healer when healing was needed, He was a teacher when it was called for, He was a provider when the people were hungry. He encouraged when people needed to be encouraged. He was all things to all men. That was who He was and that was His ministry. When He was 12 and found in the temple teaching His words to His mother were "I must be about my Fathers business" What is the business of the Father? It is people.

........ I was set free many years ago when He taught me that today I may need to just encourage someone. Tomorrow I may need lay hands on someone and pray the prayer of faith for their healing. If I come upon someone in need of food I will be called on to give "bread'. That is my ministry, and when I open my ears to His voice and keep my heart obedient to His calling then I find my self slap dab in the middle of a ministry that touches lives on a daily basis. Whether it be here in the blog or if it be on the streets of my small town. When I remain obedient to His voice I am walking in the middle of His will for my life. What a sense of freedom it bring to my heart and spirit man as I lay down at night. For me it is the understanding that when the sun comes up the following morning I need do nothing but walk in my world and be obedient and wait with much anticipation for what He will ask me to do today.

.........My ministry is obedience to His voice.......... He is in charge of the outcome.

PEACE PLEASE..............

May today there be peace within.

May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.

May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love
that has been given to you.

May you be confident knowing that you are a child of God. Let this presence settle into your bones,
and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.

It is there for each and every one of us.

Teresa of Avila

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It is not hard to understand what the world needs now is peace. We go through our days with each of us moving in the paths that we have chosen making the decision both great and small that we will need to repeat tomorrow.

I myself do those things each day, day after day almost in a robotic fashion, but if I stop for just a minute and let myself reflect on the day that has past or the day that is before me out of my mouth come the whispered prayer "just give me peace for this day Father God, I just need peace."

Do you find that is on your lips also. Much more could be requested, but peace is what my heart cries for the most. If only peace, then all else will find rest.

Peace we pray our Father God, peace among the turmoil,

and let us not not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.

Obedience, Better Than Sacrifice

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

Our Lord's first obedience was to the will of his Father, not to the needs of men; the saving of men was the natural outcome of his obedience to the Father.

Oswald Chambers

Is that a wonderful statement or what? It is in our obedience to HIM that our ministry is made manifest. No other effort to save a lost world will be as effective as obedience first.

It brings about anointed ministry. Isn't that what we all want?

Have an obedient day.

Broken Clay Pot

2 Corinthians

For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.

For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

But we have this TREASURE in earthen vessels that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;

Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

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We are subject to being tired and weary. We have days that it is ONLY by faith we live and ONLY by faith that we move and ONLY by faith have our being. BY FAITH we rejoice and sing, BY FAITH we speak but there are days that I am weary, and my clay pot is subject to be broken.

We were not designed to carry the weight of the world we are clay pots and inside of this destructible vessel lives the indestructible TREASURE of heaven. The very same spirit, THE SAME SPIRIT, that raised Christ Jesus from the dead live IN ME. In my clay pot lives the third person of the trinity. The Holy Spirit HIMSELF. He brings to me council and direction and wisdom if I will stop to hear.

HE gives guidance in all seasons of my life and HE consoles and ministers to me when my clay pot is under great distress. When the world pushes in on me and fissures begin to appear in my fragile exterior HE mends and heals and strengthens from the inside out. HE so loves my clay pot that HE came to take up HIS abode and constantly reinforce the purpose HE has set before me.

BUT...... I am a clay pot.. I weep and I grieve and I break and have need of mending. I struggle to live yet I die daily. I sometimes hold on to this life with a grip of an iron hand refusing to relinquish my hold for the promise of a greater life.

I am a clay pot with the treasure of heaven encased deep within who I am. HE weeps when I weep and when I dance with my red tambourine HE will dance......... HE is all in all IN ME........ but I am a worn vessel subject to the cruel hand of the world coming to chip away at my exterior. I am a clay pot.

Never meant to be strong and mighty, never asked to do the impossible and never expected to toil without tears. We are clay pots and somewhere deep within the mortal clay that will crumble and return each of us to dust, lives the very person in the trinity that when God spoke 'Let there be" HE moved upon the face of the deep and life was, light was.

The very breath of God lives in my clay pot and because of HIS life in me the days that I crack under the pressure I am reassured that HE is the corner stone and HE is the master potter and in HIS hands I am sheltered. HE is the "I Am" and HE moves quickly to shelter me from being dashed upon the rocks.

Today my clay pot was in shambles and broken I sat and cried out to the only one that can mend the broken clay. My fleshly clay pot is weary and it longs for a place in time that I can feel at peace but just for a while..... I weep.

I heard from my youngest son today that my first born son Darryl had a stroke on Wednesday.
He has a hole in his heart and will see a surgeon in a few weeks.

I pray that my Father God from whom all life flows go before that surgeon and guide the hands that repair that earthen vessel known as Darryl. I have cried more today... Silly me, thinking that the 25 years that we have been estranged would somehow scar over the love that a mother has for a son. Silly me. I weep over lost years and I sob over a son that I need to hold..

I will go to the potter from where my life first started and HE will mend my clay pot from the inside out, and HE will hear the sobs of a mother grieving over a son and HE will go into that room HE will keep watch for me........ I know HE will.......

But HE was wounded for my broken clay pot and my transgressions; he was bruised for my broken clay pot iniquities: the chastisement of the peace of my broken clay pot was upon HIM; and with HIS stripes my broken clay pot can be mended and healed.

And within this vessel of clay is place the TREASURE of heaven.

Parakletos

"PARAKLETOS"


"The service of the Holy Spirit is that He helps us to distinguish pleasure from happiness and develop real joy. There are many experiences which give us temporary pleasure but do not add up to abiding satisfaction. Their thrills pass quickly, and sometimes leave a trail of regret and remorse. Some of our sense pleasures are like lightning flashes, while true joy is like the sunlight."

Ralph Sockman

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Get to know the Holy Spirit HE is such a gentleman, HE is such a teacher, HE has comes to give comfort. HE is the third person in the Trinity.

THE COMFORTER

Root Form (Greek)

"parakletos"

Summoned, called to one's side, esp. called to one's aid

A helper, succourer, (someone who gives help in times of need or distress or difficulty,) aider, assistant

The Holy Spirit destined to be sent to the apostles after the ascension of Christ to the Father, to lead them to a deeper knowledge of the gospel truth, and give them divine strength needed to enable them to undergo trials and persecutions on behalf of the divine kingdom.

To point all people to Christ. Never drawing attention to HIMSELF. A gentleman.

Are there trials in your life?

HE HAS COME ALONG SIDE.

THE HOLY SPIRIT, YOUR BEST FRIEND.

HIS EYE IS ON THE SPARROW

SO I KNOW HE WATCHES ME!

Why in the world we we even imagine that HE does not watch and care for us. Why in the world would we be fearful of tomorrow when HE takes meticulous care for each and every creation in HIS hands.

When our lives given over the the one that created the universe then the life that we have is in HIS care. I once shook my fist in the face of God and told HIM I was taking control of my life and NO ONE was going to tell me what to do. HE let me, I spun out of control for years. It was only when I surrendered my life back to the one that knows me the best did life make sense.

I thought you might like to read this.

HE is in control......... ENJOY!


God's accuracy may be observed in the hatching of eggs.

For example:

-the eggs of
the potato bug hatch in 7 days;
-those of the canary in 14
days;
-those of the barnyard hen in 21 days;
-The eggs of ducks and geese hatch in 28
days;
-those of the mallard in 35 days;
-The eggs of the parrot and the ostrich
hatch in 42 days.
(Notice, they are all divisible by seven,
the number of days in a week!)

The
lives of each of you may be ordered by the Lord in a beautiful way for
His glory, if you will only entrust Him with your life. If you try to
regulate your own life, it will only be a mess and a failure. Only the
One Who made the brain and the heart can successfully guide them to a
profitable end.

God's wisdom is seen in the making of an
elephant.. The four legs of this great beast all bend forward in the
same direction. No other quadruped is so made. God planned that this
animal would have a huge body, too large to live on two legs. For this
reason He gave it four fulcrums so that it can rise from the ground
easily.

The horse rises from the ground on its two front legs
first. A cow rises from the ground with its two hind legs first. How
wise the Lord is in all His works of creation!

God's wisdom is
revealed in His arrangement of sections and segments, as well as in
the number of grains.

-Each watermelon has an even number of
strips on the rind.
-Each orange has an even number of segments.

-Each ear of corn has an even number of rows.
-Each stalk of
wheat has an even number of grains.
-Every bunch of bananas has on
its lowest row an even number of bananas, and each row decreases by
one, so that one row has an even number and the next row an odd
number.

-The waves of the sea roll in on shore twenty-six to
the minute in all kinds of weather.

All grains are found in
even numbers on the stalks, and the Lord specified thirty fold, sixty
fold, and a hundredfold - all even numbers.

God has caused the
flowers to blossom at certain specified times during the day, so that
Linnaeus, the great botanist, once said that if he had a conservatory
containing the right kind of soil, moisture and temperature, he could
tell the time of day or night by the flowers that were open and those
that were closed!

Thus the Lord in His wonderful grace can
arrange the life that is entrusted to His care in such a way that it
will carry out His purposes and plans, and will be fragrant with His
presence.

Only the God-planned safe life is successful. Only
the life given over to the care of the Lord is
fulfilled.

Alive and Dancing!

Times of fear sweeping the nation and hearts of man failing them for fear. Freedom slipping from our fingers, sickness ravaging bodies of those we know and some that we so love. Families loosing everything, despair and grief and fear.. Not knowing of what lies tomorrow... We live, we go about our days.

We pray.

If like me you wonder sometimes is my heart seated and established with the Father? Spirit man loaded down with concerns of the world, life and the darkness that wants compass us. Hearing and listening hard for HIS tender whisper. Looking for signs which HE warns us against. It is in the heart of us buried deep within the man that has been brought alive with the VERY spirit that raised Christ Jesus from the dead.................

That is where HE lives.

The very spirit of my man has been brought ALIVE. Born again, not of corruptible but with the incorruptible. ALIVE in Christ Jesus. Seated in heavenly placed with HIM. Never to die, alive for eternity. Journey through this dark and dusty land, not citizens, just passing through.
God of heaven comes down!

Alive and dancing this morning as I feed my spirit man and give him words and music that causes him to rise above the shouts of the one that would load us down with fear, dancing so that my spirit man can be loosed to praise and worship the one that so loves us.

God, HE lives in the praises. God, HE lives in the dance! God HE lives and because HE lives we will live also! Promises coming to the surface while I dance, while I live........ Promises of peace and love and promises of HIM being with me always. Joy that overcomes the fear and the darkness that wants to steal our peace.

HE is God...

HE is Alpha and Omega.

HE has always been and there is non before HIM.

HE is the last word in this world and HE will have no end. HE is God and HE is all present and all powerful.

Who will we fear?

HE is God that loved us so much HE sent HIS ONLY begotten son just so that HE could give us a hug and walk in the cool of the evening once again. HE is God that created all but sacrificed HIS son to return us to the garden from whence we started.

HE is God, and when I begin to dance my spirit man moves within me and hears the food for his soul and he rejoices and when my spirit begins to worship, I begin to dance.

I am alive in Christ and I dance.

HE is God.

DANCE!



(did you know that I own a red tambourine?)

Tools of The Trade

I read this email from a friend this morning and my heart was overwhelmed. How many times have I missed brushing someones hair. My mind is full of stuff and my ears are hearing nothing but sounds of a much too busy life. I do pray and I do talk to the Father God but I do long to be more do more. I long to brush someones hair.

Some think that God only live in the large places , that they need to be standing in front of the multitudes, but in fact God is big in the small places and lives are changed in the sheer simplicity of a hair brush.

As I read this article this morning, I so understand my position in the Kingdom of God. I know that due to my circumstances of caring for Mom and Dad I will not find myself sitting in airports traveling the nation and the world, but I will find myself my shopping at Wal-Mart or going down town to the market on Saturdays and Wednesdays. I will find myself at the beauty shop or the waiting rooms of Doctors offices. I will find my self standing with life all around me and I pray this morning to the Father of all life that I will fine tune my ears to hear HIS hearts cry.

It is in the one on one that nations are won to Christ, it is the obedience in the small things that touch a multitude of hearts. God just loves, that what HE does, HE just loves, and in that love that pours from HIS very being there might be days that the task at hand is large, but for the most part the tools required to do HIS will be as simple as a hair brush.
Today, let us each one LISTEN as HE moves in hearts and touches lives through us.

The will of God is simple and it ONLY flows through love...and in the story below, it is Love overwhelming in a simple hair brush.

Take time to read this and if you have already read it, read it again........


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HAIRBRUSH EXPERIENCE OF BETH MOORE AT THE AIRPORT

April 20, 2005, at the Airport in Knoxville , waiting to board the plane, I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord. I say this because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you.
You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise.
Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons, not the least of which is your ego..
I tried to keep from staring, but he was such a strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes the at obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones.
The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy, gray hair hung well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were long, clean but strangely out of place on an old man.
I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered that he was dead. So this man in the airport... an impersonator maybe? Was a camera on us somewhere? There I sat; trying to concentrate on the Word to keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served up on a wheelchair only a few seats from me.
All the while, my heart was growing more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him.
Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man.
I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall..
I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen.
And it may be embarrassing.
I immediately began to resist
because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. 'Oh, no, God, please, no.' I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, 'Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now. Please. I'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please, Lord!'
There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, 'Please don't make me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane.' Then I heard it......'I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair.'
The words were so clear, my heart leapt into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No-brainer.
I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, 'God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this Lord. I'm your girl! You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in your life. What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed? I am going to witness to this man.'
Again, as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. 'That is not what I said, Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair.'
I looked up at=2
0God and quipped, 'I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my suitcase on the plane... How am I supposed to brush his hair without a hairbrush?'
God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: 'I will thoroughly furnish you unto all good works.' (2 Timothy 3:17) I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story, my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies. I knelt down in front of the man and asked as demurely as possible, 'Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?'
He looked back at me and said, 'What did you say?'
'May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?'
To which he responded in volume ten, 'Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that.'
At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, 'SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?' At which point every eye in the place darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar than old Mr. Long Locks. Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat, I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, 'If you really want to.'
Are you kidding? Of course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, 'Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little problem. I don't have a hairbrush.'
'I have one in my bag,' he responded.
I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on, hardly believing what I was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair. It was perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things well, but must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands, remembering to take my time not to pull.
A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's hair.
Everybody else in the room disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man and me. I brushed and I brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so strange, but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I - for that few minutes - felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at home for a short while.
The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's. His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's.
I slipped
the brush back in the bag and went around the chair to face him. I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knee and said, 'Sir, do you know my Jesus?'
He said, 'Yes, I do'
Well, that figures, I thought.
He explained, 'I've known Him since I married my bride. She wouldn't marry me until I got to know the Savior.' He said, 'You see, the problem is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself, what a mess I must be for my bride.'
Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it.
Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have accompanied him on that aircraft.
I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, 'That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why did you do that? What made you do that?'
I said, 'Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!'
And we got to share.
I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted, you're hungry, you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move on but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of temptation. Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed. He sees you as an individual. Tell Him your need!
I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way .. all because I didn't want people to think I was strange..
God didn't send me to that old man. He sent that old man to me.
Please share this wonderful story.

'Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain!'

Finding Mary and Discarding the Bustier !

A BLOG BREAK

Find out what pleases the Lord. Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them. —Ephesians 5:10-11

We learn what pleases those closest to us primarily by spending time with them. By trial and error we also discover things they like and dislike. When it is a relationship we really desire to develop, it becomes fun to make the other person happy.

The Lord has His own ways, too, and He wants us to know them and adjust to them.

We may think they are odd—at first—but the benefits of accepting Him as He is and adjusting to what pleases Him will result in great blessing and peace.

We have the wonderful advantage of having the whole Bible at our fingertips. This surely leaves us without excuse.

Unless we are careful, we will not only begin to take ourselves too seriously, but we will also fail to tune into the ways of the Spirit—simply because we already presume that we know them so well.

For we too must learn—by experience—what pleases the Lord. This means spending time with the Lord and developing a sensitivity to His ways. We must find out what pleases Him.

Excerpted from The Sensitivity of the Spirit (Charisma House, 2002).

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I fear that the past 6 years in my life has caused Mary to go into hiding and I have become Martha. I did not know that I was making the journey from Mary to Martha over these years but alas I was. The enemy is so subtle that we do not see him working in our lives, but he is working in our lives.

I so miss the days that I sat at HIS feet and enjoyed the communion that only HE can bring.

I have become a Martha. I cry more than I laugh, and if you knew me you would know that something was wrong. I am a character with a capitol C. Always have been. I wake up in the morning laughing and going on and that usually grieves most people but that is who I am, or should I say used to be.

I have moved out of HIM and abiding in HIS strength to handle the day to day of our lives and I have moved into myself and my strength and how many of you know that will not work for long.

Two years ago hurrying around trying to get things done, taking care of Mom and Dad and my business and my home and still having two houses to flip and get rid of, I put on my wonder woman suit with it Bustier and boots and dug my heels in and said I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROAR!

Mary over at Mary's Writing Nook.. I know this made you smile!

This past March, I crashed. It was not a pretty sight. It frightened my brother, not to mention my sweet DH. My roar became a whimper and my boots and my wonder woman Bustier became tattered rags. I had moved into my own strength and it failed me.

While visiting with my sweet Jean just weeks before she went on to be with the Lord. It was words from her sweet lips that tore my heart and exposed Martha. While we talked we spoke of the times when we remolded an old church building and watched as our congregation grew.

We spoke of the many Sunday mornings that we rocked that old church house until the floors shook. We laughed and spoke of the days that God truly met us in a way that we have not seen since. It was then, through eyes cloudy with sickness that she looked me in the eye and asked me what was I so busy doing that I am not doing what HE has called me to? Just what are you so busy with? She has no idea how that impacted my life but I will share that with her one day. I went there to minister to her but God had other plans.

I sat quiet that afternoon after leaving there and I allowed her words to linger in my mind until the Spirit of the Lord broke my heart. Too busy with what? I do not know.

Matthew 6:20 But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:

I have removed my business sign from my front yard and over the next couple of month I will close my shop. It is very time consuming and I will begin to do some of the things I love and my son Chris is going to take the business. I have moved around some outside swings and my plan is to go out side during the day and just read and talk to the Lord. Too much time has passed since I have spent quality time with HIM.

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There is NO doubt in my mind that the Lord intends me to be here talking of things of the Lord because that was the original reason for my blog. I want to talk of things of the Lord on my blog, but I want new and fresh things, I want the spirit of the Lord to be alive and living in the words that I type. The Lord so wants to bring life into lives that are suffering and hope to those that are hopeless and I want to be a part of that........ So for a short while I am going to spend quiet time with HIM...

Love you each lots and lots and I will be stopping by each of you from time to time...

AND in these days of uncertainty remember : LOOK UP for your Redemption draweth nigh!

P.S.

I have created a new blog next door :) called Life At My House. That is where I will post most of the time about fun things and things going on out here. I will keep my Samaritan Women just for the times that the Lord gives me something to say. I think I will do better if I keep this just for those times. I want in the blog world Samaritan Women to be only food for the spirit.

So go over to my house and put your sweet face in the following place so that you will know when I come back!

Life At My House

Go over and follow my other blog.

Love Ya's.

She Dances...

I cannot see her very well.. She is in the distance.. She has beautiful blond hair that is natural. I have known her for years and she has never dyed her hair. She appears to be dancing! She doesn't dance, or I have just never seen her dance! What a joy to watch her. She is holding hands with an older man that appears to be so enjoying her company.

I think if I stare long enough it is her husband. He appears younger than I remember. There is an older couple sitting over on what appears to be a bench sitting by a lake. I wish I could see them a bit better, but my eyes are turned back to her. She is laughing like I have not seen her laugh in a long time and there she goes again dancing.

What a sight......

Over in the distance is a man moving closer to her and her husband, HE is very familiar to me but I cannot quite see HIS face. As HE moves closer to her I see her dancing cease and she begins to move closer to HIM. She is not distracted now by anything moving around her, she seems to have only one thing on her mind....... To reach this man that is oh so near her now. She reaches out to touch HIS face just as HE touches her arm. She is home, she is well.... She feels no more pain......... She has touched the face of God......... She is where we all long to be............

Jean......... I will miss you, but would never wish you back....

Jean Trobaugh----------

She touched the face of God about 9:37 p.m. April 20, 2009

We Remember.......... April 19, 1995

Seconds after a truck bomb of nitrite and fuel detonated next to the federal building, a gaping hole was blasted into its side. During that tragic attack on America's Heartland 168 people died.

Lives Lost because of hatred.......... We remember.

Love to you Oklahoma

Rescue Worker

Rebecca Needham Anderson, 37, Midwest City.

Athenian Building (Job Corps)

Anita Christine Hightower, 27, Oklahoma City.

Kathryn Elizabeth Ridley, 24, Oklahoma City.

Oklahoma Water Resources Board Building

Robert N. Chipman, 51, Edmond.

Trudy Jean Rigney, 31, Midwest City.

NINTH FLOOR

Drug Enforcement Administration

Shelly D. Bland, 25, Tuttle.

Carrol June "Chip" Fields, 48, Guthrie.

Rona Linn Kuehner-Chafey, 35, Oklahoma City.

Carrie Ann Lenz, 26, of Chotaw and baby Michael James Lenz III.

Kenneth Glenn McCullough, 36, Edmond.

U.S. Secret Service

Cynthia L. Brown, 26, Oklahoma City.

Donald Ray Leonard, 50, Edmond.

Mickey B. Maroney, 50, Oklahoma City.

Linda G. McKinney, 47, Oklahoma City.

Kathy Lynn Seidl, 39, Bethel.

Alan G. Whicher, 40, Edmond.

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EIGHTH FLOOR

U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development

Ted L. Allen, 48, Norman.

Peter R. Avillanoza, 56, Oklahoma City.

David Neil Burkett, 47, Oklahoma City.

Donald Earl Burns, Sr., 63, Oklahoma City.

Kimberly Kay Clark, 39, Oklahoma City.

Susan Jane Ferrell, 37, Oklahoma City.

Dr. George Michael Howard, D.V.M., 45, Vallejo, Calif.

Antonio "Tony" C. Reyes, 55, Edmond.

Lanny Lee David Scroggins, 46, Yukon.

Leora Lee Sells, 57, Oklahoma City.

Jules A. Valdez, 51, Edmond.

David Jack Walker, 54, Edmond.

Michael D. Weaver, 54, Edmond.

Frances "Fran" Ann Williams, 48, Oklahoma City.

Clarence Eugene Wilson, Sr. 49, Oklahoma.

SEVENTH FLOOR

U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development

Diane E. (Hollingsworth) Althouse, 45, Edmond.

Andrea Yvette Blanton, 33, Oklahoma City.

Kim R. Cousins, 33, Midwest City.

Diana Lynne Day, 38, Oklahoma City.

Castine Brooks Hearn Deveroux, 49, Oklahoma City.

Judy J. (Froh) Fisher, 45, Oklahoma City.

Linda Louise Florence, 43, Oklahoma City.

J. Colleen Guiles, 59, Oklahoma City.

Thompson Eugene "Gene" Hodges, Jr., 54, Norman.

Ann Kreymborg, 57, Oklahoma City.

Teresa Lea Taylor Lauderdale, 41, Shawnee.

Mary Leasure-Rentie, 39, Bethany.

Betsy J. (Beebe) McGonnell, 47, Norman.

Patricia Ann Nix, 47, Edmond.

Terry Smith Rees, 41, Midwest City.

John Thomas Stewart, 51, Oklahoma City.

John Karl Van Ess III, 67, Chickasha.

Jo Ann Whittenberg, 35, Oklahoma City.

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SIXTH FLOOR

U.S. Marine Corps Recruiting

Sgt. Benjamin LaRanzo Davis, USMC, 29, Edmond.

Capt. Randolph A. Guzman, USMC, 28, Castro Valley, Calif.

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FIFTH FLOOR

U.S. Department of Agriculture

Olen Burl Bloomer, 61, Moore.

James E. Boles, 50, Oklahoma City.

Dr. Margaret L. "Peggy" Clark, 42, Chickasha.

Richard (Dick) Cummins, 55, Mustang.

Doris "Adele" Higginbottom, 44, Oklahoma City.

Carole Sue Khalil, 50, Oklahoma City.

Rheta Bender Long, 60, Oklahoma City.

U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development

Paul Gregory Beatty Broxterman, 42, Edmond.

U.S. Customs Office

Paul D. Ice, 42, Midwest City.

Claude Authur Medearis, S.S.A., 41, Norman.

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FOURTH FLOOR

U.S. Department of Transportation/Federal Highway

Lucio Aleman, Jr., 33, Oklahoma City.

Mark Allen Bolte, 28, Oklahoma City.

Michael Carrillo, 44, Oklahoma City.

Larry James Jones, 46. Yukon

James K. Martin, 34, Oklahoma City.

Ronota Ann Newberry-Woodbridge, 31, Edmond.

Jerry Lee Parker, 45, Norman.

Michelle A. Reeder, 33, Oklahoma City.

Rick L. Tomlin, 46, Piedmont.

Johnny Allen Wade, 42, Edmond.

John A. Youngblood, 52, Yukon.

U.S. Army Recruiting Battalion

Sgt. 1st Class Lola Bolden, U.S. Army, 40, Birmingham, Ala.

Karen Gist Carr, 32, Midwest City.

Peggy Louise Holland, 37, Oklahoma City.

John C. Moss III., 50, Oklahoma City.

Victoria "Vickey" L. Sohn, 36, Moore.

Dolores "Dee" Stratton, 51, Moore.

Kayla Marie Titsworth, 3 1/2, Lawton.

Wanda Lee Watkins, 49, Oklahoma City.

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THIRD FLOOR

Defense Security Service

Harley Richard Cottingham, 46, Oklahoma City.

Peter L. DeMaster, 44, Oklahoma City.

Norma "Jean" Johnson, 62, Oklahoma City.

Larry L. Turner, 42, Oklahoma City.

Robert G. Westberry, 57, Oklahoma City.

Federal Employees Credit Union

Woodrow Clifford "Woody" Brady, 41, Oklahoma City.

Kimberly Ruth Burgess, 29, Oklahoma City.

Kathy A. Finley, 44, Yukon.

Jamie (Fialkowski) Genzer, 32, Wellston.

Sheila R. Gigger-Driver, 28, Oklahoma City and baby Gregory N. Driver II.

Linda Coleen Housley, 53, Oklahoma City.

Robbin Ann Huff, 37, Bethany and baby Amber Denise Huff.

Christi Yolanda Jenkins, 32, Edmond.

Alvin J. Justes, 54, Oklahoma City.

Valerie Jo Koelsch, 33, Oklahoma City.

Kathy Cagle Leinen, 47, Oklahoma ity.

Claudette (Duke) Meek, 43, Oklahoma City.

Frankie Ann Merrell, 23, Oklahoma City.

Jill Diane Randolph, 27, Oklahoma City.

Claudine Ritter, 48, Oklahoma City.

Christy Rosas, 22, Moore.

Sonja Lynn Sanders, 27, Moore.

Karan Howell Shepherd, 27, Moore.

Victoria Jeanette Texter, 37, Oklahoma City.

Virginia M. Thompson, 56, El Reno.

Tresia Jo "Mathes" Worton, 28, Oklahoma City.

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SECOND FLOOR

America's Kids Child Development Center

Miss Baylee Almon, 1, Oklahoma City.

Danielle Nicole Bell, 15 months, Oklahoma City.

Zachary Taylor Chavez, 3, Oklahoma City.

Dana LeAnne Cooper, 24, Moore.

Anthony Christopher Cooper II, 2, Moore.

Antonio Ansara Cooper, Jr., 6 months, Midwest City.

Aaron M. Coverdale, 5 1/2, Oklahoma City.

Elijah S. Coverdale, 2 1/2, Oklahoma City.

Jaci Rae Coyne, 14 months, Moore.

Brenda Faye Daniels, 42, Oklahoma City.

Taylor Santoi Eaves, 8 months, Midwest City.

Tevin D'Aundrae Garrett, 16 months, Midwest City.

Kevin "Lee" Gottshall II, 6 months, Norman.

Wanda Lee Howell, 34, Spencer.

Blake Ryan Kennedy, 1 1/2, Amber.

Dominique Ravae (Johnson)-London, 2, Oklahoma City.

Chase Dalton Smith, 3, Oklahoma City.

Colton Wade Smith, 2, Oklahoma City.

Visitor

Scott D. Williams, 24, Tuttle.

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FIRST FLOOR

Social Security Administration

Teresa Antionette Alexander, 33, Oklahoma City.

Richard A. Allen, 46, Oklahoma City

Pamela Cleveland Argo, 36, Oklahoma City.

Saundra G. "Sandy" Avery, 34, Midwest City.

Calvin Battle, 62, Oklahoma City.

Peola Battle, 56, Oklahoma City.

Oleta C. Biddy, 54, Tuttle.

Casandra Kay Booker, 25, Oklahoma City.

Carol Louise Bowers, 53, Yukon.

Peachlyn Bradley, 3, Oklahoma City.

Gabreon D.L. Bruce, 3 months, Oklahoma City.

Katherine Louise Cregan, 60, Oklahoma City.

Ashley Megan Eckles, 4, Guthrie.

Don Fritzler, 64, Oklahoma City.

Mary Anne Fritzler, 57, Oklahoma City.

Laura Jane Garrison, 61, Oklahoma City.

Margaret Betterton Goodson, 54, Oklahoma City.

Ethel L. Griffin, 55, Edmond.

Cheryl E. Hammon, 44, Oklahoma City.

Ronald Vernon Harding, Sr., 55, Oklahoma City.

Thomas Lynn Hawthorne, Sr., 52, Choctaw.

Dr. Charles E. Hurlburt, 73, Oklahoma City.

Jean Nutting Hurlburt, 67, Oklahoma City.

Raymond "Lee" Johnson, 59, Oklahoma City.

LaKesha Richardson Levy, 21, Midwest City.

Aurelia Donna Luster, 43, Guthrie.

Robert Lee Luster, Jr., 45, Guthrie.

Rev. Gilbert X. Martinez, 35, Oklahoma City.

Cartney J. McRaven, 19, Midwest City.

Derwin W. Miller, 27, Oklahoma City.

Eula Leigh Mitchell, 64, Oklahoma City.

Emilio Tapia, 50, Oklahoma ity.

Charlotte Andrea Lewis Thomas, 43, Oklahoma City.

Michael George Thompson, 47, Yukon.

LaRue A. Treanor, 55, Guthrie.

Luther H. Treanor, 61, Guthrie.

Robert N. Walker, Jr., 52, Oklahoma City.

Julie Marie Welch, 23, Oklahoma City.

W. Stephen Williams, 42, Cashion.

Sharon Louise Wood-Chesnut, 47, Oklahoma City.

General Services Administration

Steven Douglas Curry, 44, Norman.

Michael L. Loudenslager, 48, Harrah.

Is There a "Understanding God's Ways " For Dummies Book?

I have been pretty busy this week....My DH is off and we have been building a fence around the back yard. I was in the city on Monday for a medical procedure and slept most of the afternoon on Monday. Even though I was only out about 45 minutes I was wiped out all day Tuesday.

Wednesday was much better and needed to visit Jean. When I drove up to her house there were several cars in the driveway and my heart went up into my throat. It is over I thought. I hesitated to go in as I did not want to interrupt the family at this hour of their grief. As I sat in my car Jeannie Kay (Jean's Daughter) came out of the house and I rolled my window down and beckoned her to the car. I inquired as to the reason for all the cars? She was getting married ! It was a spur of the moment thing and her and Tony (her soon to be husband) were headed to the court house to pick up the marriage license.

One of the things that Jean has always wanted for a very long time was to see her daughter married to Tony and not just living together. They have been together for over 6 years now.
Tony is a wonderful man and when Jean got sick he and Jeannie Kay moved in with Jean to help take care of her. BUT........ Jean always wanted to see them married.

I prayed and prayed last Sunday, Easter, for the Father to take Jean home. I had my cousin Tisha praying with me that Jean would go home that day........ What a glorious day that would be for Jean, to go to see Jesus on Easter Sunday. I can tell you that I was just a wee bit disappointed that it did not happen. You must understand that I love Jean and hate to see her suffer so. Well........... please pass the "Understanding the ways of God for Dummies" book.

Isaiah 55:8 For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD
Isaiah 55:9 For as the heavens are higher than the earth , so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.

If the Lord had answered my prayer, Jean would have missed the wedding of Tony and her daughter. Something that she has prayed and asked the Father for many years.

I went in the house and visited with Jean for about 1/2 hour while others were waiting for Jeannie and Tony to return to the house. The hospice pastor that has been coming over every other day to check on Jean was going to preform the service. They would marry right there in the bedroom where Jean was laying. I had been working in the yard with Dennis before I took a few minutes to go see Jean so I was not dressed for a wedding. It was just for family and I kissed Jean on the cheek and slipped out.

Hospice is there 24 hours a day now and that was Wednesday morning around 11:00. I have not been over there since and will go tomorrow.

Jean has lost her eye sight but she hears real well and still has her sense of humor. I was standing talking to her sister and Jean lifted her hand and made a yakked yak jester with her hand. Me and her sister, Lynett just laughed.

I will not again pray that the Lord take Jean home, I will leave that most important decision in HIS capable hands. How wonderful does the Father love those that love HIM? HE loves them enough to allow us to stay when all others would pray us gone so that we could experience the answer to a prayer that a mother has prayed for years........... HE loves us THAT much.

I am proud of Jeannie Kay and Tony and after this is all over I will take something over there that they can remember for years, but I think the memories of standing in her dying mothers room and giving her a gift that has no price tag.

Thank you Father God that sometimes the answer to our prayer is NO..

It is Friday night and Jean remains....... I wonder what other prayer HE will answer before HE calls her home.

Easter With Jean

Just stopping in to share with you my morning with Jean. It was a stormy rainy day here in Oklahoma and we had thunder storms all night. It was really a beautifully cool morning with a light rain falling.
I got over there about 10:15..
Jean has moved so close to Heaven that she no long communicates here.. She has no energy to speak and most of the time her eyes are closed.

I took her flowers.

She knew I was there, she opened her eyes for just a moment and smiled when I kissed her cheek. I sobbed and sobbed and could not help myself.

I moved the chair up closer to her bed side and I opened my bible to Matthew and read to her the story of Easter. I read slowly as the sobs would rise in my throat and I need to stop and gain control. After finishing the reading in Matthew I read to her from Isaiah 53:5. It is my favorite book in the bible and one of my favorite scriptures.

But he [was] wounded for our transgressions, [he was] bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace [was] upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

I then put my cheek right on her cheek and whispered as I prayed. She had little strength but as I prayed she lifted her hand into the air and praised the Father with me. I cried and my tears fell on her face. I whispered to the Father that she was tired and ready to go home. I whispered to the Father that she has a Father and a Mother and a husband waiting.
I sat for a long time just holding both her hands.. She would grip tighter when I started to leave or move.
At one point I sang to her......... Amazing Grace and In The Garden... Now I am not a singer so it was just a joyful noise. She just laid there and did not move.

Then something happened...... I began to pray in my heavenly language. I pray in the natural and I pray in the spirit.. When I began to speak in tongues her eyes opened wide and she looked at me...... Wide eyed. She watched me closely as I prayer........ It was the most amazing thing.. Her spirit was hearing my words and understood the language. Her spirit man understood! Her spirit is alive and well and ready to go to the Father.

........ How precious a time it was.......

I sat quiet for a long time and she slipped in to a sound sleep... I kissed her on the cheek and I knew that I would not see her again this side of heaven.

He's Alive

What's Love Got To Do With It?

Easter it is the culmination of everything that Christ lived to do. We that call ourselves Christians and name the name of Christ as savior and Lord believe that HE died and HE rose again on the third day. It is the core of our faith and the center of everything that springs hope in our hearts. HE died yet HE lives, just as this body of ours will die yet we will live.

Calvary, the beginning of a new dispensation. Dispensation of Grace replaces the dispensation of the law. We moved from sacrifice and law to freedom and grace. Calvary..... The focal point of our vision and the heartbeat of our faith. My spirit man sobs with joy when the reality of Calvary permeates into my soul. Calvary ----- Where life begins not ends.

Calvary the completed work of Christ. HE did the dying and HE tells us now to do the living. HE walked the path of obedience and HE freely hung on that cross. Calvary is not the end of the work that Christ came to do but the beginning. Calvary where the kingdom of God now comes to live on earth in the hearts of every believer...

Luk 17:21 Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you.

Calvary.. the promise of life and life more abundant. We all long for heaven but Christ says to us live now. We were reconciled back to the Father and all the goodness that HE brings with that reconciliation. Life NOW.........

Calvary is the gift of God to a lost and dying world that has no hope to live, let alone die. If you need a reason to live then Calvary provides that reason. If you need a reason to hope then that hope lies within that wooden cross on Golgotha. We needed a pathway in which to walk and Calvary leads the way. We look upon the cross that Jesus and rejoice in knowing that life as God sees it began on Calvary. We can approach the throne of God with boldness. HE came and died so that we might LIVE now and rejoice in that freedom that he bought.

Calvary, a place where God and man met. Calvary a force that tore the veil of the temple from the top to the bottom and gave us entrance into the throne room of God. Calvary is the spoken invitation for us to come and dine with the creator of the entire universe. Calvary says to the world of the lost and the dying that love conquers all things. Love handed Jesus to the crowd that day, love held Him on the cross. Love is why God turned His back and love is the reason that Jesus chose to stay suspended between heaven and earth.

Take time this Easter weekend to see the Kingdom of God in your life. Ask the Father to give you a greater awareness of the love that cost Him Jesus. Let us open our hearts to the love of God that will drive us to our knees and repent with many tears of the hardness of our hearts.

Embrace the life that was bought and paid for on Calvary and share that life with those around you. Touch a heart and a life and when we do we are bringing the Kingdom of God to one more life, to one more soul. We are telling the world that Calvary is life. Calvary is freedom from fear. Death has no hold and Heaven is ours. Thank your God that there are no boundaries when it comes to redeeming a soul.

What’s love got to do with it,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Everything.

Girls have a blessed Easter weekend.. I will go over to see Jean tomorrow and again on Sunday. I want to sit and read her the story of Christ, the risen Savior.

Love you each and every one..