Friday, December 28, 2012

The Color Experiment: A Brand New World

Swirls of color,
Choose a paint and brush,
Wildly, therapeutically, move
One's hand across the digital canvas;
It's a brand new world.

Signature "my life,"
Colors and patterns
I see but can't always explain--
But that's okay, because "I get it."
Some things never change.

Lover of color, lover of light,
The best of the world,
blinking Christmas lights--
I feel secure in my chaotic bliss;
Every day, a brand new world.

Christmas Music--Post December 25th

I love Christmas Music!

If I love it so much--I mean, clearly, Christmas is one of my favorite music genres, if you will--then why do I feel strangely when I play it AFTER Christmas? Why do I feel like some kind of Christmas Music Police will come out of the shadows and drag me to some scary Inquisition if I listen to it after Christmas?

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"We were told you were playing Christmas music..." they would say, white light glaring in my face so I can't see anything but the outline of their forms.

"Where am I?" I say, faltering. My head is hurting. Have I been injured? I instinctively reach for the sore area--and find my arms are bound. "Why are my hands bound? What's going on?!" I say, demandingly.

"Calm down, Miss. I'm sure this is just a little misunderstanding...."

"Yes, I'm sure it is! There must be some sort of mistake...!"

"You have been apprehended," an authoritative voice spoke from the shadows, "due to accusations regarding your music preferences at this time of year..."

"My MUSICAL preferences...?" I say, astounded.

"Yes. We understand that you have been listening to..." he paused, dramatically, clearing his throat, "Christmas music."

"Yes..." I hesitantly agree, wondering why this is a problem.

"You will need to turn that station off until next year, ma'am. It's no longer Christmas. You'll need to wait until next November to play it again."

"Wait--" I started, "You're saying I can't listen to Christmas music...because it's past Christmas?"

"Yes," one of them said with finality.

"Or...Or what," I say, half-proud of myself for my uncharacteristic display of boldness.

"You will remain incarcerated until you agree to see it our way."

"You're going to put me IN JAIL for listening to Christmas music?!?"

One of them kicked over a chair. "It's past Christmas, ma'am. Post December 25th."

I felt fury course through my veins, a rage within that I couldn't contain. I managed to kick two people in the shins, one in the groin, and bite one guy's wrist before I felt the sting of a needle and welcomed darkness seconds later.

-----Will our Christmas music lover awaken in her own bed only to find this was a horrible dream? Or will she not awake again until next November? Tune in next time to find out!-----



Me and My Ipad 2/Laptop

For Christmas, Stephen bought me a new Ipad 2, and last night, we went to Target to get the ZAGGfolio which converts the Ipad into a laptop--with keyboard!!! I'm sooooo excited!!!

He didn't have to do this--I'm not someone who needs to have expensive gifts or technology--but he did, and I am soooo happy because it will allow me to have my own tablet to write and blog and organize my day and my (possibly!) new business!!!

So I just wanted to write this here...on my blog...to celebrate what he did for me. My husband is amazing, and he really pays attention to what I like and what I need. Honestly, I know that God above sent Him to me.

Thank you, Lord!!! I reeeeaally appreciate it!!! :)

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Thankful 2012

I'm so thankful.

Though I'm the type of person who tries very hard to always say thank you to people who have blessed me (Thank you, Momma, for teaching me to be a woman who gives thanks!), or give a "thank you" note in writing (though I find this a challenge sometimes, due to my busy schedule), I am one of those people who fully realizes the futility of my efforts when it comes to thanking Almighty God, Creator of Heaven and Earth!

Yes, I do thank Him, as often as I can, whenever I think about it. But somehow, on some level, it always feels inadequate. (Couldn't the seemingly "smallest thing" on my list be expressed in thanks for an hour or more?! And the "larger things," then, for days on end?!)

It's just that I am ultra aware of the fact that I could say my thanks to God as quickly as possible, one thing after another, for as long as I should live and never even get close to exhausting the list.

But I thank Him anyway. In hope that He hears "the heart" behind it all, knows that I long to praise Him, that I recognize Him for all of it, and I do mean ALL OF IT.

My husband and child.

My step-daughters and immediate family.

My church family and church.

My job and friends at work.

My relationship with Him, a growing knowledge of Him. His patience with me.

This beautiful earth.

His amazing Plan.

His boundless Love.

For Mercy everlasting.

For the GRACE I so desperately need.

For the Word of God.

For the Holy Spirit, alive and well, today.

For Healing, Wisdom, Peace that Passes all Understanding (and it does!).

For living in me, even me, and speaking to me, nobody me, like He does.

For music and paint and laughter and babies.

For rainbows and the vibrant colors He made for us.

For nature and all of its beauty. For waterfalls and ocean sand.

For caring about all of us, humanity. Every single one of us. And for wanting a PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP WITH EACH AND EVERY ONE OF US--JUST AS WE ARE.

(I am humbled by His love and attention. The care and concern He has for us.)

Monday, November 5, 2012

I Voted Today

I went a day early to vote.

Technically, the day to vote is tomorrow. But I couldn't wait. I wanted to get there. I wanted to cast my vote. TODAY.

I don't take voting lightly.

In America, women have only been able to vote for fewer than 100 years. As we near the 100th Anniversary of a Woman's Constitutional Right to Vote in this country, I think about how much we take for granted.

There ARE days when I take these, and other, things for granted. I grew up with the right to vote, and many other rights awarded me as a citizen of the United States of America. Many other women around the world do not share these rights, or have access to them. I don't ever want to take these things for granted.

In addition to voting rights, I want to Thank God for the right to an education, the right to have an opinion, and the right to go to church and study the Bible for myself and discuss the Bible openly with others.

Yes, the U.S.A. has many flaws and many needs. But I am thankful for this nation. And I still believe in this nation.

That's why I bother to vote.

Sure, it would be easy to dismiss the elections with a "They're all crooks, anyway" mentality, but I believe in the process. I believe in the HEART of America and Americans themselves.

That's why I bother to pray.

I pray for this nation, and I tremble to think of this nation apart from God's favor and protection and love. I believe that we could NEVER make it, apart from Him. I pray for His people, all of them, to unite together, to stand for what is right, for WHO is right. I pray for revival to spread across this nation, for generations of Americans to rediscover what it is truly like to be a Child of God.

Yes, I vote. And, yes, I pray.

With all my might.



Monday, August 27, 2012

Nothing is Coincidence

"I am convinced," said Sister Arlene Logan, "that nothing is coincidence."

Sunday afternoon dinner included the company of one of my all-time favorite people: Sister Arlene Logan.

I glean so much from her every time I am in her presence--Sunday morning was no exception.

Are there truly moments of coincidence? Or, as we like to say, "happy accidents"?

Saturday, August 25, 2012

God Moments

Today was one of those days filled with God Moments.

From the moment I woke up, I just felt a desire, a need, to connect with him. I got up and turned on Pandora Radio-- where I have a Praise and Worship channel that I enjoy listening to. Song after song, I just felt my spirit responding to the lyrics I heard.

One of the songs I couldn't stop singing--long after it ended on Pandora--was "Jesus Paid It All." That song just SLAYS me. He DID pay it all for us. "Jesus paid it all / All to Him I owe / Sin had left a crimson stain / He washed it white as snow." Those lyrics MOVE me, every time.

Reminds me of one of my favorite Bible verses, as well: "While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." He died for the POTENTIAL in us. That's incredible, really, when you really think about it. I mean, WHO DOES THAT?!?!

It also reminds of a verse that says: "No greater love hath any man than this: that a man lay down his life for a friend." You know what that means, right? That He called us FRIEND long before we chose to follow Him. That blows my mind.

While getting ready this morning, I felt the Lord impressing me to go look in a particular drawer in one of our dressers. Without giving details about the financial stress I had suffered the day before, I can tell you that I "discovered" gifts in that drawer he directed me to--gifts that would put the food on our tables tonight.

People can say and think what they want. But people who bash my Savior have absolutely NO IDEA what it's like to serve Him, to live for Him, to grow to know him more daily. I really don't understand why everyone on this planet doesn't want to at least INVESTIGATE our Lord.

Honestly, it reminds me of the lyrics of a song by Skillet: "You're the Best Kept Secret of My Generation / The Best Kept Secret of All Time / The Best Kept Secret of My Generation / And I I I I Found You Out."

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Just an hour ago, I sat around the kitchen table, eating a SPLENDID meal with my family. It was a meal that we enjoyed because of Him.

Another God Moment in a day full of God Moments.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Tales of the Tobit and Early Notes on Sirach

I read the Tobit last week and just didn't have time to post about it.

With all due respect, it reminded me of a movie script. I could literally "see" it in my mind and found myself wondering who would be cast in its major roles.

And...I hate to admit this...but I kept thinking of "The Hobbit." Of course, I have no idea if the book of "Tobit" rhymes with "Hobbit," because I've never heard Tobit pronounced before--at least that I know of.

But I enjoyed reading it and was glad that I did.

Right now, I'm on the 3rd or 4th chapter of Sirach. (I think that's how you spell it. Even my spell-checker doesn't know.) Thus far, it reminds me of a mix of Proverbs, Song of Solomon (though I can't exactly say why...), and Polonius' speech to Laertes in Hamlet.

And, once again, I can see why the Protestants excluded it--even in the first couple of chapters, there's a reference to "penance" and an emphasis on what may be construed as a doctrine of "good works will get you to heaven." But, once again, I'm wondering why I haven't read this before or why no one ever urged me to read it. I just don't get it.

One of the sources I read online (and I can't remember which--I doubt it would be deemed a "credible" source, anyway) said that Martin Luther included these books in a separate addendum of his published Bible, because early Protestants thought there were advantages to knowing their content.

(So maybe I'm not the only one who thinks this way, after all.)

While I'm not arguing their inclusion in our modern day Bibles, I do keep wondering why we have failed to discuss them. (But then again, I suppose there's so much of the Bible we haven't read and discussed that perhaps the argument is that we should spend more time on those books we do have included in our Bibles. Okay. I get that too.)

I don't have a LOT of time to catch up on all I've missed in the Apocryphal books, but ever so often, when I'm sitting waiting in a car or elsewhere, I pull out my Iphone and Bible app and continue my readings. Because I'd just really like to know and be able to talk about it one day, if need be, at least half-way intelligently.

Make a Difference

I want to.
(I do!)

MAKE A DIFFERENCE.

Change this world,
Or my little part of it.

FOR THE BETTER.

I tell everyone it's possible,
And I DO believe it.

REACHING HIGHER.

There's a need
To spread the word.

DIFFERENCE IS POSSIBLE.

I can make one,
a difference.

WITH EVERY BREATH.

Every conversation is an opportunity,
Every choice a step.

ON MY WAY.

When it's all said and done,
Will I have had the chance to--

MAKE A DIFFERENCE?

Long Week

I just finished completing the first complete week back to school for this semester.

I'm sitting down now, on a break from trying to tidy up the house a bit before it gets utterly out of control--you know, that "all hope is gone" status that it hits from time to time during a busy semester--and I'm not sure I even have the time to make the time to do this!

It's been a long week, and I'm tired.

I came home with a bit of a headache, though I'm glad to say that it is all but gone now, but now I can't help but think about my sore throat--is this something serious coming on or just a mild case of allergies?--and the already full "To Do" list for tomorrow--and I'm wondering if I'll get a chance to slow down a bit this weekend.

It's only 9:30 p.m., but this new school day schedule--complete with getting Psalm completely ready and out the door by 7:25 a.m.--means that I've been getting to school with plenty of time before class (Yay!) and that I have to get up between 6:30-6:45 every day (Boo!).

But as much as I don't like to publicly admit it, I do rather like getting to school in plenty of time to brew my morning coffee.

It's been a long week, though a GOOD week, but I'm tired.

I started taking my Vitamin B12 again this week--this makes Day 2. I know I'll need it with the schedule I'm keeping this fall. I've taken to drinking 2-3 cups of coffee at work, and that seems to do some good, honestly. But we still haven't started Psalm's dance schedule yet.

It's interesting with Psalm. Now I have so many more details to look after: "Does she have everything? Her backpack? Lunch money? When is she supposed to bring snacks? I need to come to school with Tylenol?" There's always something in my mind about what she needs or "Is it 2:45?" because I'm still a bit paranoid about not getting to school in time to pick her up.

She asks me to pick her up every day. So that's what I intend to do, with the Lord's help. I know she won't always want and need me in her life in that way. I'm trying to cherish every moment I have.

I'm sorry this entry isn't more interesting--though I don't know why I'm apologizing, exactly. Or to whom I'm apologizing. I know this isn't one of my "SUPER ENERGY-CHARGED INSPIRATIONAL MESSAGES" or anything, but, really...it's me, too.

I don't think people realize that all of the time. I like to put that cheerful, smiley face out there all of the time, do my ultra-best to contribute to the POSITIVITY of the world, but sometimes I'm just tired.

You know, it's been a long week.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Judith--Who?

Today, I read a book from the Apocrypha. I read the book of Judith.

Of course, I had no knowledge that it even existed until a few days ago. The Bible I and approximately 799,999,999 other people read does not include this book.

Though I understand the "why's" of its exemption from the Protestant and Jewish texts, I do NOT understand why we haven't all been told about it or encouraged to read it.

It's a GREAT BOOK! I liked how one source called it "perhaps the first historical novel." That's how it read to me. It's a great story--full of memorable scenes and characters, including great lines and story "morals."

As I read it on my Iphone this morning, I found myself thoroughly intrigued and highlighting verses throughout this book.

Setting aside the "Is it, or is it not inspired scripture?" debate, I don't know WHY this book hasn't been put in some kind of children's book form and marketed to ALL Christians.

Just because it isn't considered "inspired" doesn't mean it doesn't include a powerful story or valid point. It doesn't mean we can't read it or share it or value it.

I guess what I have to ask is: Why am I only stumbling upon it now?

I told Stephen that I feel like an IDIOT not having known about it before. Why hasn't somebody told me about this book? Did I have to go to Bible School to get this knowledge? Do people think that we are incapable of reading it, outside of its being "inspired," and that's why they don't tell anybody about it, talk about it, refer to it?

We grow up reading a plethora of stories that are absolutely unrelated to God in every way. We see films about winged creatures, talking mice, and magic. We sing nursery rhymes about people living in shoes and witches who eat kids. I'm not bashing that. But the story of Judith is about our Almighty God, His power, His love and commitment to His children, and His usage of society's undervalued to accomplish great feats through His power. WHY AREN'T WE READING THAT?










Monday, July 16, 2012

"Every Day a Sunday"

Woke up this morning wishing it was Sunday again--I LOVE going to church!!! It's like all those wonderful things in my life that I wish I could have EVERY DAY--like ice cream and rainbows & ballet and twirling, beach sand and boogie boards & lush green walks o'er mountaintops in Ireland. Yeah, like that. *sigh*

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I posted this as a status update this morning.

The title of this blog, of course, is play on words from Joel Osteen's book, "Every Day a Friday." But, for me, it should be entitled as I have it, since that's the day I wish I could repeat most often.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

The Scribble Musing

I dunno.
Tonight, I wish I could take pen to screen,
THIS screen, my "Happy Psalm" blog screen,
and scribble all over it...Nonstop.

Never-ending circles
(I like that thought),
Over and over until hand cramps
Cause me to falter...

Broken line alone would make me cease--
So important the "cause" of my effort.
THIS, I feel in this moment,
Is precisely what I want to say.

"Tonight, I've decided to SCRIBBLE on my blog,"
I would say to wayward folks
Who stumble upon my pages
By some Act of Random.

"Looking for guidance? Direction?
Wisdom From Beyond the Ages?
You've come to the right place!"
(I'd write this in the afterword.)

"Follow the scribbles,"
I'd say, mechanically,
Lost in the beauty of the
Eternal arcs, Infinite arcs.

[The Scribbles are speaking.]





"The Best Decade"

This afternoon, I went to Ft. Smith to get my teeth cleaned. The dental assistant and I started talking about "The Best Decades" and which we preferred.

She told me that if she were able, she would live in her 20s forever.

I thought quickly back to that decade in my life. I went to college six years in a row during that decade--going to school full time and working full time. Going to graduate school. Teaching an insane number of hours and trying to balance everything that was important in my life. Too many things going on...very little balance in any one thing. If I thought school and work were going well, it was more difficult to manage the social and church areas of my life. Romance was hit or miss--mostly miss. I was making up for lost time--since I never really had time to date, pursue that part of my emotional life. It felt like my 20s involved seeking a balance I just couldn't manage for long.

Heading into my 30s was frightening, I will admit. I hadn't married, had worked professionally for four years--teaching at CASC right after graduate school. I had a LOT of things going well for me, but a lot of questions. My body was changing--I cannot explain how scary it was when I realized my metabolism was changing and I couldn't keep my weight down doing the same things and eating the same diet. In addition to the weight changes, I realized my energy levels were dropping drastically and I couldn't maintain the same crazy schedules I'd adopted or been used to (sometimes by necessity).

I suppose, if I'm being honest, the first three or so years of my 30s decade was full of a lot of self-doubt, and, very importantly, soul searching. I really had no idea what my life held, and I'm referring to its permanence. I wasn't sure of anything--would I stay in Poteau? Go back to graduate school? Move away? Find someone?

But I found myself growing in faith. When I look back, I realize that the first half of the 30s decade was really spent growing in my faith. For once, I had a job and I didn't have a gazillion-and-one things I had to do to "get by" and I could go back to something that had meant so much to me all along--something that I had just not had the time for in my 20s.

Yes, I went to church. I have always gone to church. God has always been important to me. My faith is the core of my being. But I really didn't have time to pursue my faith as I had so many other things--it got shoved downward on the priority list for most of the decade--out of pure necessity, I'm sorry to say.

I told the lady helping me at the dentist's office that I thought my 30s were definitely my favorite decade. She said that she thought it was true that we don't really know who we are fully, or "come into our own," until our 30s.

Thus far, for me, my 40s (granted, I've not even made it a whole year through the first of them!) have been great, though comical in parts (realizing my knee wouldn't function like it used to function on demand, for instance!). I know I'm getting older, and there are times when I scare myself when I think of my age!, but I am really enjoying my life right now, where I am, what's going on.

I feel as young as ever--better, actually! It's nice when body, mind, and soul get to a "leveling off," where they can grow and operate together...

We both agreed that we thought our parents were "so old" when they were our ages.

What was I thinking?!?



Monday, July 9, 2012

Reflection on July 7, 2012

On Saturday morning, July 7, 2012, our daughter Allie called us from youth camp to tell us that she had received the Baptism of the Holy Spirit the night before at a youth service.

I immediately started crying.

There are certain moments in Mommydom that surpass all other moments. For me, these moments have all included verbal affirmations by my children.

These are they:

1. "I love you, Momma," said sincerely. (Psalm)

2. "I accepted Jesus into my heart." (Allie and Raylee)

3. "I want to be baptized." (Raylee)

4. "I got filled with the Holy Spirit." (Allie)

I cherish each and every one of these moments, because these moments are the ones which have ETERNAL IMPACT.

I pray, BELIEVING, and look forward to the day that Psalm tells me that she has accepted Jesus into her heart, that she wants to be baptized, and that she has been filled with the Holy Spirit.

O, what a day that will be!



Friday, July 6, 2012

Late Night Musings

I've got a load of dishes in,
The laundry's spinning round.
The books are piled on the couch,
Yet to the page I'm bound.

No more pens and ink, my friends,
No more bound lined pages.
It's me and screen and all these keys,
Tumbling mind word sages.

I close my eyes, I know it's late,
I've only this precious hour
To record the picture I can see:
The ocean's mighty power.

There's a wave of words and phrases,
Coming toward me on the shore--
My fingers stumble, my eyes open,
I still see my tiled floor.

I can hear them now, the cyclone
Of characters who wish to be,
Their voices sailing inland
On winds too rough to free.

Stay and see them through, my friend,
Or wait another day?
The moon is high and I've not time
To keep the practical at bay.












Monday, July 2, 2012

In My Father's House are Many Irish Forests

Tonight, I am reminded of the paraphrasing of John 14:1-3 I recited to our driver and friend, Sean, as he drove us through the beautiful country of Ireland, en route to the Irish sea:


"Let not your heart be troubled:
Ye believe in God, believe also in me.
In my Father's house are many Irish Forests:
If it were not so, I would have told you.
I go to prepare a place for you
And if I go and prepare a place for you,
I will come again, and receive you unto myself;
That where I am, there ye may be also."


These words tumbled out of my mouth without a thought as we passed mile after mile of the lush Irish hillside. This, I thought, is what The Garden of Eden must have looked like. This, I thought, is precisely the kind of landscape that God Almighty would create for us to walk and talk with Him.






I Miss You, Ireland!

This evening, I sat down at the kitchen table, drowsily browsing updates on Facebook after having spent three and a half hours with my parents and family in Muldrow. We had such a great time!

But by the time we got home, it was after 10:30 p.m. and I found it difficult to keep my eyelids open.

Stephen and I were talking, both of us sleepy, and then he started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked, pretending to be offended.

"You. You're speaking with an Irish accent!"

"I am...?"

"Yes, you are!" he said.

I am? I'm speaking with an Irish accent?!

Wait a minute.

Exactly one year ago, we were settling down in a town called Newbridge, Ireland, getting ready to work the week-long VBS they were hosting at a church called Open Arms.

I miss it.

Something inside of me misses it. Deeply.

Perhaps that is why my subconscious is bringing an accent from 365 days ago--it feels like a century ago sometimes; at other times, it feels like three days ago--back to my mind and mouth.

I miss you, Ireland. I look forward to returning there one day--with my husband and daughter in tow. I want them to meet you first-hand. Wander your streets and luscious hills as I did. Meet your warm people.

It is my prayer that within one more 365 day set, I will see you again.

And I will rejoice.

Monday, June 18, 2012

MindMeld

Mind racing,
World Mush;
Combat Zone
In my Brain.

Blank Images,
Time Race;
Lost Opps
Mission Field.

Decisions,
Poorly Made;
Blurred Vision,
Inner Chaos.

Questionnaire,
My Purpose-
Driven Laziness:
Global Villager.

"Broken Pieces"
Worth Less
--As Is--
MindMeld.


Friday, June 8, 2012

Puzzle Piece

You gave me one,
A Puzzle Piece,
Week before last,
Just as You had designed.
In that moment,
I could almost see it,
The Puzzle Piece,
in my cupped hands.

I've been asking for one,
A Puzzle Piece,
Practically begging for one.
But when I could see it, finally,
And when I realized that
What I was holding was
What I'd been waiting for,
I could barely breathe.

I know where this piece goes:
In the Great Puzzle of my life,
Though I've no idea which place it occupies.
Is it a corner piece? Center?
Must I turn it clock-wise, to fit?
Have the pieces around it been placed?

I will hold it, study it carefully,
Until You tell me precisely where it goes.

I know something's coming,
Something will start to take shape,
And I will see what can't be seen now:
The image on the Puzzle Piece,
The place where it's to go,
And the correct timing of these movements.
I will understand--then--the purpose
Of what lies in my hands now.

Friday, May 25, 2012

"Lord, I'm Amazed by You"

I woke up with this song in my spirit--I've been singing it all morning long...


You dance over me,
While I am unaware.
You sing all around,
But I never hear the sound.

Lord, I'm amazed by you
Lord, I'm amazed by you
Lord, I'm amazed by you
[And] How you love me.

You paint the morning sky
With miracles in mind
My hope will always stand
For you hold me in your hand.

Lord I'm amazed by you
Lord I'm amazed by you
Lord I'm amazed by you
How you love me.

Lord I'm amazed by you
Lord I'm amazed by you
Lord I'm amazed by you
How you love me.

How wide, how deep, how great, is your love for me.
How wide, how deep, how great, is your love for me.

Lord I'm amazed by you
Lord I'm amazed by you
Lord I'm amazed by you
How you love me.

Lord you love me.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The Bunny that Wouldn't Die: A Prophetic Dream

I dreamed, last night, about a bunny. I knew, after it was over, that it was prophetic--that it was "For Someone." I'm sharing it here so I will remember it, and just in case somebody ever needs to know WHEN it happened and WHY I recorded it.

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I dreamed there was a bunny someone had caught for a family to eat. They skinned the bunny, all but prepared it, but they couldn't cook it because the family had gone away on a trip. So it was placed in the freezer to store until the family came home and they could get it out, prepare it, and eat it.

The family came home earlier than expected and the one who prepared their food went to the freezer to get the bunny out. When the freezer was opened, the bunny--though slow and frozen--was found to be alive! It opened its eyes and slowly moved and finally managed to hop out of the freezer to escape.

Though the bunny had managed to escape, it was caught, again, to be prepared for a meal. This time, the bunny was put into an oven pot. The heat was turned up and the water was boiling. But for some reason, when the cook went to check, the bunny was still alive, so he freed it.

And, yet, though he had been freed twice, the bunny was caught a third time when the family was hungry and the meal was being prepared. This third time, the bunny was placed in a small pressure cooker. It was a cooker that was sealed on all sides, and there was no way for the bunny to escape. And although there was clearly no hope, no way out of this contraption, when the preparer went to check on the status of their "meal," the bunny was found to be alive! And so they freed the bunny again!

After this third time, I said to the preparer and the family who had planned to eat it, "This bunny has lived all three times. It has not been meant to be eaten."

And the family agreed and set the bunny free to live in whatever way he wished...but they wondered, this time, if the bunny would stay close or flee for good.

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I felt so strongly about the nature of this dream that I grabbed my phone and recorded my notes so I wouldn't forget the dream.

I felt STRONGLY that this dream was for someone who has experienced--or will experience--three near-death experiences, or, at the very least, three EXTREMELY GRUELING "pressure cooker" situations.

The message I got clearly was that they were not going to die--no matter how it looked or seemed or felt. They would LIVE. And they would, finally, be FREE, once and for all. And they would be able to make CHOICES for themselves again.

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Note: I am not the kind of person to label things as "prophetic"--but I felt convinced that this dream was. That is was specifically "for someone." So it is in such faith that I have given this post its title.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Taking for Granted the "Little Things"



2.5% of all water on earth is fresh water.
70% of that is locked in ice and permanent snow.
30% is water we can use.
2 million tons of human waste is dumped into the water supply EACH DAY.
80% of illness in the developing world is water related.
Every 20 SECONDS, a child dies due to poor sanitation.
In Nairobi, the urban poor pay 10 TIMES MORE for water than in NYC.
1 in 4 city residents, globally, can't access safe water.
Up to 50% of water is lost in cities in the developing world due to leaks.

Urban residents connected to safe drinking water:
USA 97%
Brazil 88%
Moldova 79%
Bhutan 54%
Kenya 47%
Fiji 32%
Haiti 21%
Myanmar 16%
Uganda 11%


--Information and graphic published March 26, 2012, on CNN.com

Pictures of the North Korean Refugees



Not Just Another News Article

"In North Korea, A Brutal Choice"
by Madison Park, CNN

March 26, 2012

Washington, D.C. (CNN) --
During a sleepless night, Song Ee Han agonized over a decision: Was she willing to leave her youngest child behind while she and her daughters escaped North Korea?

The next morning, Han knelt beside her only surviving son, 5-year-old BoKum, searching for the right words. The boy looked half his age, his distended belly protruding awkwardly from his tiny frame. He was weakened and fatigued from their journey. They had stopped at a friend's house less than halfway to the border, and Han and her daughters were too small or weak to carry him.

"Why are you taking my sisters, but not me?" he wailed.

"Don't worry," Han said. She promised him rice and cookies. "We will come get you in five days." They counted to five together, first on her fingers, which were contorted and scarred from torture. Then they counted to five on BoKum's scrawny fingers.

As she departed with her daughters, Han turned and saw her son watching. He waved enthusiastically, cheered by the promise that they would return soon.

Han whipped her head back immediately. She didn't want him to see her tears.

There are no pictures or heirlooms from North Korea in Han's Virginia apartment today.

Crosses adorn every room -- one hangs from the thermometer, another sits on atop the TV set, a plastic beaded cross dangles from the kitchen curtains.

A woman of slight frame, Han wears fuchsia lipstick and a steely expression. Her wavy black hair in a careful bun covers the scars on the left side of her head where she was beaten by North Korean soldiers with a wooden rod. The beating shattered the parietal bone in her skull into four pieces.

Han had been battered, kicked, dragged, lectured and starved in a country she once called home. Her husband died in police custody. She mourned the loss of two children who starved to death. She was helpless to grant the last wish of her mother, who at age 76 died before her eyes, having sought just one steamed potato.

The images distributed by the Democratic People's Republic of Korea are often of elaborate military ceremonies, synchronized dancers and adored leaders. But they belie a harsher truth of food shortages and political oppression.

North Korea recently agreed to halt its nuclear and missile program in exchange for U.S. food aid. The deal came in the midst of the country's first transfer of power in 17 years following the death of Kim Jong Il in December. His 28-year-old son, Kim Jong Un, is the new leader. But then North Korea announced it would launch a satellite, using ballistic missile technology -- a plan that would contravene the earlier agreement.

Although Han and her daughters live some 7,000 miles away, they still bear the scars of life back home.

When a country is led by dictators, it's the ordinary people who pay the price and are forced to make gut-wrenching decisions.

Their journey from rural North Korea to a tidy, white-walled suburban apartment outside Washington -- by way of an underground, 10-year existence in China -- was tumultuous.

Han and her daughters, JinHye Jo, 24, and EunHye Jo, 20, are among about 130 refugees from North Korea who have settled in the United States -- a country they were told was their enemy.

Defectors' stories are often the only way the world learns about what happens inside the reclusive country. But many who escaped North Korea choose to remain silent, fearing repercussions for family members left back home.

Many who do speak out, including Han and her daughters, use pseudonyms (as they do in this article) to avoid detection by the North Korean government.

There's no one left to punish, though, when Han and her daughters talk about their family in North Korea.

They've all starved to death.

Food became scarce in North Korea in the 1990s following the demise of the Soviet Union, the country's main financial backer, and prolonged drought.

Han and her family went from getting government rice rations to foraging for food like hunter-gatherers. They stripped pine trees, plucked grass and ate every part of each corn plant they could find, including the cob and the skin -- which they ground into tasteless cakes.

Han, her mother, her husband and their four children were living in Hamgyong-bukto, the northernmost province of North Korea.

From birth, North Koreans are taught to work hard and love their leaders like gods. They learn the Korean alphabet using references to the country's founder and "Great Leader," Kim Il Sung, and his son, "Dear Leader" Kim Jong Il. Childhood melodies glorify the state and the ruling Workers' Party.

"I believed the party kept us alive," Han said. "I was very thankful. I was constantly trained to believe that without the party, we wouldn't exist."

She did not doubt the leaders, even as her family went hungry. It was the United States and South Korea's fault, they were told, that they had to hunt frogs, rats and even snakes.

They ate virtually anything that moved. One day, Han discovered five newborn mice beneath a rock; her mother called them "great medicine."

Han cooked the mice, but no matter how long she boiled them, their pink bodies stayed intact. So she molded the soft lumps onto a spoon and offered it to her second-youngest child, EunHye, who at 5 was so malnourished that her black hair had turned yellow and stiff.

"How do you expect a child to eat that?" her husband, Hak Moon Jo, asked Han. "Would you eat that?"

But EunHye swallowed the spoonful of boiled rodents without hesitation.
"My heart was torn into shreds," Han said.

All four children's growth was so stunted that their heads appeared too big for their emaciated bodies. Han's second-eldest child, JinHye, could count every bone on her rib cage.

The family would try to go to bed at 5 or 6 p.m. because sleep meant escaping hunger.
"You can't sleep," JinHye recalled. "You think of meat, rice and what it's like to have food in your stomach. You're constantly thinking of food, so you lose your mind."

Han could no longer endure it.

In 1997, she and her husband decided to cross into China in search of food. Their plan was to get food from Jo's nephew in China, then return home to their children. Although it was risky, Han said it was the only choice.

"I had to feed my kids," she said. "I couldn't just stand still. I couldn't stand by and watch my kids lay there and die. We were pulling and eating grass. It was maddening."

The first time Han and her husband snuck into China and hid at a relatives' home, she got her first glimpse of a rice cooker, full of steaming, hot white rice.

Han wondered, "Is there a world like this?" There was no white rice in North Korea, scarcely any electricity and definitely no rice cookers for ordinary people.
"We didn't have anything," she said.

The trip lasted a week, and they returned home to North Korea carrying sacks bulging with rice.

Han and her husband would make the journey two more times.

Days after they had returned from their last trip, Jo was arrested. Han believes they had been seen and reported by a neighbor or informant.

Han never saw her husband again.

The next day, officers came for her, too. In custody, she was forced to kneel in front of police, who kicked her, beat her with a wooden rod and smashed her skull. They lay her hands flat on the cement floor and stomped on them. But without explaining why, they released her. Han suspects they may have known she was three months pregnant.

She asked the officers about her husband but got no answers. She later heard he died on a prisoner train after being forced to stand with his wrists tied over his head for 10 days without food or water.

Han returned home to a house full of hungry children, watched by her mother. The rice she and her husband had stashed throughout the house had been confiscated by police.
Han eventually gave birth to a boy, but he starved to death two months later. In desperation, Han's eldest daughter left home to find food for the family, but she disappeared. The family thinks she may have been trafficked to China. Then Han's mother died.

In less than a year, Han's family of eight had been cut in half.

A petite woman with chiseled high cheekbones and piercing eyes, Han is warm, almost motherly to her guests in Virginia.

"Cookies?" she asks, offering a tub of Trader Joe's chocolate chip minis.

Although Han and her girls no longer forage for food -- they drive their Hyundai to H-mart, a Korean grocery, or Trader Joe's -- life in America requires a different kind of effort.

Today, Han works overnight shifts, taking care of senior citizens for a home health care agency. Her life is like that of a suburban soccer mom on speed as she juggles rides for her youngest daughter, gets to work, goes to church and meets demands at home. Exhausted from her nighttime work, she prepares rice for the girls' dinner and tries to sleep during the day.

She rarely sees her children together during the week because they both work full-time office jobs at the same health care agency and attend night school.

When Han received training to become a home caregiver for seniors, she cried, said Eun Kyung Hong, the CEO of CarePeople Home Health. Han was shocked that a government program like Medicaid provided seniors with caregivers to help them cook and bathe, and that seniors also received Social Security. When she learned all this, Han wept and told Hong her mother had starved to death in North Korea.

About the only time Han's family spends together is when they head to church. They often spend entire Sundays there, attending Bible study, worship services and youth groups. JinHye and EunHye exchange texts with their friends between services.
During prayers, the three women stand together as a unit, praying, clutching their leather Bibles in their small hands.

"I am so thankful," Han said. "In the U.S., it's such a good place. God is good. He's present in our lives."

Her daughter, EunHye sums it up: "I was born in hell, but now live in heaven."

In North Korea, after a person is imprisoned, the whole family is implicated and tarnished. The arrest of Han's husband meant neighbors and the police were highly suspicious of her family.

On a July night in 1998, two officers came to Han's door and told the family to leave. If they didn't, the police threatened to burn down their house.

Without a home, she asked the men, where would she and her children live? How would they survive?

"We did everything for the party, as we were told," Han said. "The end result was our family died. I could not believe in North Korea anymore."

The choice was between her country and her children.

"If my kids were to survive, I would have to find my own way," she said. "As long as we left this country, my kids would have a chance."

On July 18, Han gathered her three surviving kids -- JinHye, then 11, EunHye, 7, and BoKum, 5 -- and started an approximate 100-mile walk to the Chinese border.
Weak from malnutrition and injuries, Han hobbled slowly.

After the first night, they stopped in a village to visit Han's friend, a widow she trusted. The woman looked at Han's malnourished state and asked how the family could survive the journey. Two mountain crossings and the Tumen River lay ahead.

While the youngest girl, EunHye, could walk without help, her brother BoKum could not. Han and her eldest daughter, JinHye, were both too weak to carry him.

Han would have to risk the whole family getting caught or leave her son behind. But how could a mother leave her child?

She took a night to think about it. "I couldn't sleep," Han said, her mind tossing between two competing thoughts: "I would have to carry him. How could I carry him?"
The next morning, her friend said, "Leave your son with me and I will take care of him."

Han agreed, and planned to return in five days to bring him to China after getting her daughters safely across. In exchange, she promised to bring the widow rice and food.

As the family parted, BoKum clung to his mother, wrapping his twiglike arms around her legs. "Why aren't you taking me?" he asked.

She calmly explained they would get food and return in five days, just like she and her husband had done before. To soothe him, Han gave him a ground corn cake.
"I regret that I only gave him one," Han said.

She wonders if things would've been different if she'd had a second cake to give him.
After two nights of walking, Han and her daughters crossed into China. There, the family hid in fields and stole squash and corn from farms. Rains flooded the Tumen River, preventing Han from crossing back. She couldn't swim.

Then Han heard the government was executing citizens who hadn't voted for Kim Jong Il in a recent election. Han was among them -- she'd been in China.

There was no way to call or communicate with the widow taking care of BoKum.

After two months, Han had earned enough cash through small jobs to hire a man to bring BoKum out of North Korea. But he returned empty-handed.

The boy had been abandoned by the widow, the man reported. Neighbors spotted BoKum in a field of reeds, singing a song from a movie that JinHye had taught him. The line he repeated: "When is mother coming?"

A neighbor gave BoKum a bowl of porridge out of pity. He died shortly after eating it -- possibly as a result of consuming food too fast while malnourished. "Refeeding syndrome" was often seen among World War II prisoners and Holocaust survivors.

When she heard her son was dead, Han said, "My heart was ripping out of my chest."
"I was born in this world and I gave birth to children. I have to help my kids survive -- that's the mission of being parents. If they all die, what's the point of being born?"

An arduous journey to a new home

Han and her daughters hid in China for 10 years. They stayed with her husband's relatives, then with acquaintances. They also found help from Korean missionaries. Han and the girls learned Chinese and imitated locals' mannerisms to blend in.

They were caught by Chinese authorities and sent back to North Korea repeatedly -- Han and JinHye four times, EunHye twice.

But even in a totalitarian regime, soldiers along the border are hungry enough to take bribes. The girls were sent to orphanages and re-education camps, but each time they escaped or bribed their way back to China.

While in China, the family was befriended by Phillip Buck, a Korean-American pastor and missionary helping North Korean defectors. When the whole family was repatriated in 2006, Buck paid North Korean security agents $10,000 to let them escape once more.
This time, after hiding in China for two months, Han and her daughters went to the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees in Beijing and asked to live in the United States.

After 16 months of waiting at an apartment provided by UNHCR, their application was granted and they arrived in the States in 2008. They were granted asylum and have become permanent U.S. residents.

They first settled in Seattle, where Buck lives, and began advocating on behalf of North Koreans. But after a year, as their efforts grew, Han's eldest daughter wanted to live closer to Washington, D.C., where policy is made.

Today, JinHye speaks at universities and D.C.-area events and has testified before Congress about human rights abuses in North Korea.

She told the Tom Lantos Human Rights Commission about the choices her family made when they left North Korea -- and about her brother who died.

"To this day I am so sorry in my heart for not bringing him with us, and I miss him dearly every day," she told the panel.

JinHye plans to study theology and become a missionary. She hopes to preach God's word in North Korea if the country opens up.

Her sister, EunHye, wants to become an international lawyer to help North Korean defectors.

"I want to help people who do not have rights to be able to speak to the world, for their freedom, and for their dreams," she said.

Mild-mannered and studious, EunHye has Harvard and Princeton pennants taped to the wall in her room. Below them is a list of the best schools for international law.
Their mother speaks at local Korean-American churches to raise awareness about abuses in North Korea. The family has joined the outcry over the forced repatriation of North Korean escapees who are hiding in China.

Han's desire is to raise two educated daughters who will use their experience in North Korea to help others.

Han radiates pride when showing how many books her daughters have read. JinHye and EunHye both want to devote their time to education, but they have groceries to buy and rent and bills to pay.

Maybe, Han thinks, there is a reason she and her girls have survived.

"We can talk about what happened," she said. "All my family in North Korea has died. I realized God chose us. Other people cannot talk or their family will suffer."

Both daughters say there is one woman who made their lives and their ability to dream possible.

"My mother," EunHye said. "She sacrificed her whole life for us."

Friday, March 9, 2012

ExcelLENT Pursuits

For Lent, and perhaps beyond, I have felt led to pray for one country each day--excluding days when I am in church or days when I need to pray all day for some other concern. (For example, on the day of the funeral of a dear friend's mother, I prayed for my friend and her family all day.)

I really try to ask God to lead me to the country, the need I may or may not know. And I say a prayer for the country itself, and then throughout the day, I say prayers for the country, its leaders, its people, the Followers of Christ there--or whatever I feel led to pray for at the time.

Thus far, I have prayed for the U.S.A., Ireland, Iran, and Australia.

When I feel led to choose a country and pray for it that day, I also post the flag of that country on my Facebook and indicate that that is the country I will pray for that day.

While I don't know EXACTLY why God has led me to pray for individual nations during this time, I trust Him, and I know that somehow these prayers are about the harvest. Somehow, something GOOD is breaking loose--there are things in the heavenlies happening in these nations!!!

Praise the Lord!

Saturday, February 25, 2012

At the End of Day Four of Lent

At the end of my day, of the Fourth Day of Lent, I have this prayer of praise to give:

"O, wonderful Lord of all creation, I thank you for another day!!! As I reflect on the past week, I am awed and humbled by your presence in my life!!! I do not understand why you would extend your grace and mercy to someone like me, but I am ever grateful for it!!! Help me to grow this year, O Lord, closer to you than ever before!!! Each day, each week, each month: closer still!!! I hope to be able to radiate you, Lord, in even the most mundane of activities!!! Amen."

Friday, February 24, 2012

"Momma Bear" Spirit

I think I have a "Momma Bear" spirit...I feel very protective of people who are the victims of injustice. I feel compelled to ACT when someone appears to be endangered.

I've never really thought of myself in such a way before today, never been referred to as that before, that I know of...and yet I think it is not an inaccurate description of me.

Interesting. I will ponder this.

The Family of God

This song has been on my heart heavily in recent days. Thought I'd share:

"I'm so glad I'm a part of the Family of God,
I've been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His blood!
Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod,
For I'm part of the family,
The Family of God.

You will notice we say 'brother and sister' 'round here,
It's because we're a family and these are so near;
When one has a heartache, we all share the tears,
And rejoice in each victory in this family so dear.

I'm so glad I'm a part of the Family of God,
I've been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His blood!
Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod,
For I'm part of the family,
The Family of God.

From the door of an orphanage to the house of the King,
No longer an outcast, a new song I sing;
From rags unto riches, from the weak to the strong,
I'm not worthy to be here, but praise God I belong!

I'm so glad I'm a part of the Family of God,
I've been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His Blood!
Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod,
For I'm part of the family,
The Family of God."

Praise Party in My Heart

My prayer of praise this afternoon, Day Three of Lent: "GOD!!! I am utterly amazed by YOU!!! I sing and shout my praises from the rooftops until I am hoarse from the effort!!! And then I get a banner and wave it unto you, Master of the Universe, until my arm seizes up from the effort!!! And then I just look up, and BLINK and BLINK and BLINK at You, because I know You know my heart, that it has not stopped praising You and waving a banner before You. You are my Cause for celebration!!! I will not stop the Praise Party in my heart!!!" Amen!!!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

GOD IS ABLE

Sometimes, I feel so helpless. Tonight, I wrote "shot-in-the-dark" emails to the White House, begging them to help the imprisoned Iranian Pastor Youcef Nardarkhani and his family. Will anyone see it? (Or act on it?) ... I just cannot live with myself, or kiss my dear daughter goodnight and crawl into my own nice warm bed, without doing everything I can think of to help this man and his family. ... But I will keep praying. And praying. And praying. GOD IS ABLE!!!

Monday, February 13, 2012

"To God be the Glory"

"To God Be The Glory"

How can I say thanks
for the things you have done for me
Things so undeserved
Yet you give to prove your love for me
The voices of a million angels
Cannot express my gratitude
All that I am or ever hope to be
I owe it all to Thee

(Chorus)
To God be the glory
To God be the glory
To God be the glory
For the things He has done
With His blood, He has saved me
By His power, He has raised me.
To God be the glory
For the things he has done

(Bridge)
Just let me live my life
And let it be pleasing, Lord to Thee
And should I gain any praise,
Let it go to Calvary.

With His blood, He has saved me
By His power, He has raised me.
To God be the glory
For the things he has done.

--Andrae Crouch

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

This Spot in the Road

"I believe we often fail to make the connections between where we started on our journey and the place where we currently find ourselves. My prayer is that God will help you gain insight into what prevents you from being the most successful version of you possible!" --T.D. Jakes on Facebook


Where we started.

Where we are right now.

Connect the dots.

Extend them beyond you now.

Perspective.

"I Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now"

This song came to my mind this evening. It's one we used to hear sung often in church many years ago.


"I Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now":

I wouldn't take nothing for my journey now,
I've got to make it to Heaven somehow.
Though the devil tempts and tries to turn me around.
He's offered everything that's got a name
All the wealth I want and worldly fame,
But if I could, still I wouldn't take nothing for my journey now.

1. I started out traveling for the Lord many years ago,
I've had a lot of heartaches, had a lot of troubles and woes.
Oh, when I would stumble, then I would humble down.
I'd say, "Thank the Lord, I wouldn't take nothing for my journey now."

CHORUS:
I wouldn't take nothing for my journey now,
I've got to make it to Heaven somehow.
Though the devil tempts and tries to turn me around.
He's offered everything that's got a name
All the wealth I want and worldly fame,
But if I could, still I wouldn't take nothing for my journey now.


2. There's nothing in this world that can ever take the place of God's Love,
Silver and gold could never buy His love from above.
When my soul needs healing and I begin feeling His power,
I can say, "Thank the Lord, I wouldn't take nothing for my journey now."

Holding On

"Are you holding on to things today that are holding you back from experiencing all of the incredible blessings that God has for you?" --Joel Osteen on Facebook

What am I holding on to? Is there something in my life that I'm refusing to give up? Something that I still have a firm grip on and just cannot seem to let it go?

I think it's interesting that this quote mirrors what's been on my mind lately: doing a personal inventory of my life. Is there anything I'm holding back from God?

Sunday, January 22, 2012

On the Morning of January 22

I heard this song this morning on internet radio. It blesses me today, as always:

"It Is Well with My Soul"

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Refrain:
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.


Amen. And Amen. Let it be, Lord, to me, according to your word.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Thoughts on Life This Morning, Part Two

"Success is always intentional. No one who succeeds wakes up one day and asks, 'Where am I? How did I get here?' Be purposeful about where God is taking you. He’s intentional about your arrival." --taken from T.D. Jakes Ministries on Facebook

I feel like this morning has been productive and purposeful.

I am getting my financial affairs in order. It's not going to happen overnight, but GOD WILLING, within the year, my "mess" will be in the past. Where it belongs.

Praise God!

And I can then focus on WHAT GOD HAS IN STORE FOR ME: "Post Debt," "Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome"!!!

Thoughts on Life This Morning

It's the morning after the fast has ended. I have been up for an hour and some working on bills and taxes.

Taxes:

For the past two nights, I was awakened--I believe by the Lord--and reminded, with an URGENCY, to get my taxes in order. This means that I have to figure a payment system for what may be, I shudder to learn exactly, an approximately $6000 tax bill from last year.

We don't have the money, but I trust God to help me figure out a way that the payments can be made so we reconcile this debt within the coming year--including the payments we will owe for the coming year.

Night before last, I woke up with such stress over it that I just turned over onto my face and pillow and said, "Lord, I trust you. Show me what to do. Show me how to do this."

And I believe He has given me a strategy.

So now, come Monday, I will be putting that strategy into effect so we can work on paying the massive debt we have to the government.

My job/s:

I am thankful, so thankful, for my job. And I will do all I can to work harder than ever and be better at all of my jobs and duties as a wife, mother, teacher, church servant. I need to get things in order. I feel an urgency to get everything in order.

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And so this day, I embark on life "post corporate fast 2012" and I am seeking God about what I need to do now and in the future to get my affairs in order to be able to go on another missions trip--this time with my family--as soon as possible.

And I pray I can keep up the work out routine and the energy levels I need to sustain me in all of this. Because I feel so much better when I am working out.

I trust you, Lord. In all things, I trust you.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Thoughts on Day 12 of the Fast

It's Day 12 of the Fast and I was running so behind this morning that I didn't get a chance to sit down and make some notations! So, here I am, in between my first and second classes, playing catch up, knowing I only have a minute or two, if I'm lucky!

I cannot believe that this is already the last day of the fast! I believe I HAVE received important instruction and I believe that, already, this fast has been identifiably fruitful for me.

I've already thought about tomorrow, about what from this fast I may take with me into the future; namely, should I keep the "sweet things" fast? But if I'm going to do it, I need to do it right: so I'm really trying to seek God today for an answer about what HIS will, as opposed to mine (and as opposed to diet), really is.

I know I want to get stronger in every way: spiritually, physically, emotionally. I really want to GROW and GROW and GROW in Him so that I can, in faith, fulfill my destiny on this planet. And I mean this when I say this (more than ever before)--and that means WHATEVER HIS DESTINY FOR ME IS. Wherever it takes me, whatever it takes. I reeeeeally want to do His will.

Lord, God, please guide my footsteps. Please help me to hear you clearly, unmuted, fully, with an ever-open spirit. In Jesus' name. Amen.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Thoughts on Day Eleven of the Fast

It's 6:33 a.m. on this, the eleventh day of the fast. This morning, I don't have much time to get myself and Sissy dressed because I've been asked to speak at the FCA gathering this morning at Cameron High School.

The verse that was placed on my heart last night after Paige Featherstone asked me to speak was Ephesians 6:10:

Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.

And the second verse that was placed on my heart this morning follows it in Ephesians 6:13:

Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

No matter what comes against us--today, tomorrow, this week, this month, this year, we can be strong in Him, in the MIGHT that He is and has. We can do our best to put on the whole armor of God to do battle...and even in those times when we feel we have thrown our last punch and taken our last punch, we have instruction here to just STAND confidently because HE IS WITH US and HE SAYS WE CAN DO IT.

God, help me to hear you today, help me to speak the words you have intended today for these students at Cameron High School. And thank you for the opportunity.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Thoughts on Day 10 of the Fast

Off I go to the first day of the Spring Semester in 2012!!! It's always a "neat" kind of experience when you walk into a classroom for the first time, see those students with which you'll be spending time for 16 weeks, and they lay eyes on you for the first time. This morning, as I prepare for school hurriedly, I will do my best to dedicate this entire semester to Him. What do you want me to say, Lord? Who can I reach this semester? I look forward to the opportunity--and keeping a positive frame of mind this semester!!!

It's also a service night tonight, so I have MUCH on the brain right now. I have NOTHING done on my message--at least with regard to the Powerpoint, but last night, I woke up with all of my message points and the title for the message...So I'm thankful for that. Now, I just need to make time to sit and type it all up.

Yes, I dedicate this day to the Lord, and pray that my life is, somehow, a reflection of his love and mercy and grace. Amen.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Aching Bones and Other Thoughts on Day Nine of the Fast

I woke up this morning with aching bones. Every limb, it seems, feels the effects of the ache--it's difficult, even painful, to move right now.

I'm not sure why I'm aching THIS MUCH. I did go 10 laps at the track last night...but that's really not unusual for me. But last Thursday was the last time I got a chance to go to the track, so maybe that's it. Maybe that's why it hurts so much.

On a not-too-unrelated note...

Last night, I dreamed that I was on my way to visit another church, my mom's church, and when I walked in, I realized that they were expecting me to speak. The panic I felt when I realized that I had one notebook with me and nothing in it to help me with some last minute message ideas--because I had not/have not been keeping up with my daily scripture devotions--is one I can only describe as pure desperation.

I walked back to the bathroom--to search desperately through my Bible and notebook for any kind of direction for the message--but it was occupied. I stood outside of the door, inwardly impatient and stressed out, trying to figure out what I was going to talk about. While I stood there, waiting for the bathroom, people kept coming in through the doors for the service. It was a night service and I remember thinking, "Where are all of these people coming from?" They were people I did not know, people of all nationalities. They were families, kids and Bibles in tow. On a Sunday night.

There are two doors to the ladies bathroom at my mom's church, and I realized soon that the occupant had gone out the other door. I peeked my head in and saw Grandma's walker in there. She had left it there. So, even though the bathroom was unoccupied, I still couldn't go in and lock myself in because I knew she needed that walker and would be back for it soon.

I awoke shortly thereafter, knowing I needed to write all of this down.

Monday, January 16, 2012

A Dream Realized (Thoughts on Day 8 of the Fast)

A genuine leader is not a searcher for consensus but a molder of consensus.

--Martin Luther King, Jr.


Day 8 of the fast and it's Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. I love this day, this holiday, and I'm so happy happy happy to say that I spent the day before experiencing what King, Jr., would have LOVED to be able to see with his own eyes: people of all nations worshipping God together in unity, love, and peace.

Some have said that it is not possible. And globally, I'm sure they're right. But I saw a snapshot of heaven yesterday--when Stephen, Psalm, and I worshipped together at The Potter's House.

King said, "A genuine leader is not a searcher for consensus but a molder of consensus." And that's precisely what Bishop Jakes was speaking about yesterday in his message at TPH. His message was the third in a series about "Living a Life with Purpose." He talked about not wasting time, in life, in job, in relationship, and living each moment with purpose because "the harvest is white."

And, at a crucial time in my life, and my family's lives, I feel like he literally challenged us yesterday to avoid becoming people who seek consensus of the crowd--but who seek God and, subsequently, mold the consensus of the crowd.

I could say more here, but I have several things to do this morning. I may write more today or in my journal.

May there be MORE Peace, Love, and Unity in Christ every day until He comes to get us. Amen.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Thoughts on Day Seven of the Fast

Honestly, I use FB for good reasons: to keep connected to people, share "good news" in hopes of combating all of the bad...even if minutely. I get inspiring updates from people who are in the ministry (Joel O. and T.D. J., for example). I post pictures of me and my family so that my family and friends who are not close by can feel like they are not so far away from everything. FB keeps people connected.

But now I'm wondering: is it time to step away from it? Or is it, legitimately, a good way to stay connected with people?

How can I use it for good, but minimize its priority standing in my day? Do I keep it off of my phone and maybe just limit it to the few times I can get access to a laptop?

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I'm also wondering, since I've made two foul ups since the fast started, if I should keep going with the sweets fast after the 12 designated days have ended. Obviously, this is something I need to think about. I've been asking God to help me become healthier and stronger for His service...So it wouldn't be a "diet"...Hmmm...Could I do it?

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I'm not sure what I think about TV yet. But I do think I'll spend more time thinking about it in the next few days to see what I need to do about it once the fast ends. We turned on the TV here in the hotel yesterday because Sis asked me to, and it just about gave me a MASSIVE headache as we scrolled through the channels surfing for something decent/legitimate/half-way intelligent to watch.

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So, is the "spiritual buffet" the real answer here? Is this going to be the THING that I learn and take and apply from all of this? I'm thinking I must think about this and attempt to apply its meaning in all of these cases.

I need to chew more on what is good in all of this life He has given me. I need to stop having a "sampler" mentality and cut out the excess--in EVERYTHING--ad just allow my thoughts to ponder only those things that have meaning, meat, eternal value (in one way or another)...

I think it could make me a better wife, mom, Christian, teacher.

Yes, I will definitely think about this.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Thoughts on Day Six of the Fast

Well...I have not-so-great news to report about the fast last night. When we got in the car and started off, after having driven almost an hour to Talihina to take Psalm to the ER for her ear infection and then waiting about an hour for the doctor and medication, we stopped for food at a convenience store. All I can say is that I guess I totally went into "car travel mode" and had Stephen get me three bags of Whoppers candies for the road. It wasn't until I had eaten the third one that I started thinking, "This is unlike me to eat this much candy. Why am I craving it...?"

Oh, yeah, I'm fasting...!!!

I was sick at my stomach the second I remembered WHY I had crazily crammed three packages of Whoppers in my mouth!!! But I can honestly say that I had no idea--it had totally slipped my mind.

Ugh...I hate failing.

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This morning, though, I'm off to a great start again. Stephen just left with Justin for the ball field at Rangers Stadium and sis and I are here at the hotel. She's watching Sponge Bob, and I'm getting ready to work on my studies for the next ministry class. I hope to get some devotions done, too, in the next couple of hours and then head with sis to the mall to look to see if I can find Stephen a birthday gift.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Thoughts on Day Five of the Fast

Well, what a day!!!

We are heading off to Dallas for the weekend, and it has worked out that we are going to get to go to The Potter's House on Sunday Morning...And this morning, Stephen found out that T.D. Jakes will be there!!! We are packing now and getting ready to leave, so I will not be able to write a detailed list about what I've learned/observed today.

But I will say this: I am soooooooooo looking forward to Sunday Morning--Stephen and I both feel that we are both supposed to be there!!!

More details coming up! We think we will have WIFI at the hotel so I can update tomorrow!!! :)

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Thoughts on Day Four of the Fast

Well, today is Day 4 of the Fast.

My observations about WHAT I'm fasting haven't changed much at all, so today I'm going to focus on some of the breakthrough moments I had:

1. While my students were taking their test this morning, I got to do some MAJOR devotions...I started reading the Evangel from last week and got "sucked in" to the articles and editorials that were published in that edition. I felt like they were directly speaking to me.

One thing I learned was I got direction and insight for the next (or at least upcoming) message series I need to do, including an idea for the congregation to participate in one of the lessons.

I was also challenged to think about what God wants me to think about only. He kind of reminded me of a comment I had made last Wednesday night in my message...When I talked about the "Spiritual Buffet," how we get into this habit of "sampling" all of these spiritual things available to us in our culture on this massive spiritual buffet. But the Lord told me that we can get too bogged down, even by trying to sample every godly thing that comes down the pike. I felt like my lesson today was that I needed to rely on him to instruct me on what to read, what to investigate--and if he wants me to investigate something, then there is a reason for it. And I need to really chew on it--because what he tells me to concentrate on is not a sampling from the salad bar...it's meat and potatoes and green beans.

2. I got the chance to go to the track this afternoon while my students were in their designated Library Time. During the track time, it was amazing time with God. I listened to the Third Day Offerings cd and walked and jogged and walked and jogged. I ended up jogging TWO FULL LAPS and going a total of 10 laps. It was freezing out there, and I experienced some asthma problems, but I really felt him speaking to me.

At one point, he showed me the track laps. That we all are on one lane of the track or the other and we only get so many walks around before we've gone as far as we can go and we quit for the day. Some people can walk one lap before they stop; others two, three, seven...and so on. Each lap is precious. We don't know when we have rounded our last corner, when our time is up, when we face Him and we are accountable for every lap we made, every step, every decision. We must keep this ever in mind.

Another observation: He made me realize how much better I do when I'm listening to music when I walk. It seems like music gives me a spring in my step, even when I am tired or unable to muster the "spring" even if I tried! But with music, the laps go by quickly, happily, and I find myself rounding corners, looking forward to the next song!!! He reminded me of what it was like to walk the track without music--I used to do this back in my single college days, for security and safety reasons. But it was really hard, then, without music, to keep the energy level up, let alone a spring in my step. And today, after that reminder, he showed me that that is what people are like: with music, with God, life is much easier, it tends to fly by, we tend to look forward to what is around the corner. Without music, without God, it is a struggle, so much so that you find there's not much to look forward to, so you keep thinking when it's time to give up, sit down, walk away. I suppose this could, in addition to applying to our lives on this earth, also relate and be relevant to anything that matters to us--like relationships, for example.

3. Another great thing that happened today was that I got to go to church and pray through the stations set up there. They had specific stations set up throughout the sanctuary and youth/children's church room so you could stop and pray for whatever the station was about. I really enjoyed it. It helped to focus the prayers, AND it helped me to do some self-assessments on certain subjects that I've needed to do a little self-assessment on. I didn't know what to expect going in, I must admit, but I really enjoyed it once I got there and went through it. Stephen said I prayed there for about an hour--which, to me, it felt like 30 minutes. What God did? Just how it was set up, I felt like I really "got through" on some of the prayer station topics--like healing, for instance. I felt myself praying, connecting, to many faces: family and church family and friends and co-workers alike. I prayed for needs that I knew of in their lives, and I felt like I had a CRYSTAL CLEAR connection for once. And as I prayed, I never said a word out loud, methinks, at least an English word. Yet I felt like my thoughts were going up right before His throne. Praise God.

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I have been able to "feel" more connected today...It has been such a wonderful day, a day I've hoped for, longed for, for quite a few days...

Looking forward to what God has for Day 4 of the fast---and this weekend!!! :)

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Thoughts on Day Three of the Fast

Day three of the fast and here are my thoughts and observations:

1. I am not as "hungry" for the TV, because I already "know" that I can't access it right now--but there is this dull silence in its place, where I think about the 20 or so things I have to do. For instance, right now I am thinking about the 60-question test I have to type from scratch for class tomorrow. It has to be typed, printed out and ready to go by 9 a.m. tomorrow morning. I don't even have time to write this blog, because I should be cleaning the kitchen or working on the test, but Stephen said I could use the computer and I thought I'd force myself to reflect before run out of time and energy.

Honestly, right now, I could probably live without the TV and cable permanently without major withdrawals, but, like I say, it's almost like the "You still need to do ____________ and ________________" stressors are louder than ever. The TV, it seems, helps to at least mute the endless To-Do list scrolling through my head.

So is there a way to cut through that? To just listen to God? Or just hang out with him? Without hearing the To-Do list in my brain? If so, I am honest when I say I would like to know.

2. At the coffee shop today for lunch, I accidentally bought and ate two chocolate covered coffee beans before I realized they were "sweets" and I couldn't have them. So I gave the rest away to a friend. But then, when I got home, Psalm opened the popcorn container while I was working on the message and I grabbed a handful of caramel popcorn--on purpose--because it tasted better than the stale regular popcorn, and I ate it because I was so stressed out.

Then, when I ate as much as I could stomach, I put it away, thinking how I just blew my fast with a few handfuls of caramel popcorn.

I hate when I fail, especially when this should have been easy, a no-brainer.

3. Day three of no Facebook, and I REALLY could not care less.

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My worry again, today, is that, it seems to me, I still can't hear God any more than usual because there are SO MANY THINGS going through my brain...Am I supposed to be doing something more than I am? If so, what? As I said in service tonight, I wonder if I could even hear him if he tried to talk to me...

Aren't I supposed to be in pain during the fast? Maybe I'll feel that way next week, when I get a chance to start missing meals. Maybe that will help. Aren't I supposed to be hearing something or learning something? I mean, more than usual?

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Thoughts on Day Two of the Fast

Though I still don't have much time to reflect--I have a service to prepare for tomorrow night and I am drained from the Interim class I am teaching this week--I still wanted to stop and write my thoughts on this, the second day of the fast.

1. I am still most pained by the separation from TV/Cable. Undoubtedly, THIS is the most addictive thing that I have put down for this fast. And, ultimately, I feel it most when I am at home. It is clear to me that I spend far too much time on the TV, but more, that I rely upon it to relax, or de-stress. I turn it on in the morning to help me get my mind going as I get dressed. I turn it on when I get home and eat a snack in front of the TV. I turn it on if I have a naptime, just so I have noise in the background, and the same goes for when I go to bed. It is the way I tune out everything and allow my mind to slow down enough to sleep.

At this point, I'm wondering what God has in mind to teach me about that. How can I change things after the fast? Can/Should I be thinking of ways to reprogram my evenings and mornings and avoid falling into the TV trap? And I hate to say this, but what can take its place?

Also, I realize that the intention of the fast is not to obsess about what I'm missing, but to allow God to speak to me clearly about ANYTHING he wants to speak to me about. So at some point in this fast, I hope I make the adjustment to NO TV so I can allow myself to hear him...beyond what he's teaching me about my TV addiction.

2. Facebook still really isn't a problem. Honestly, there are times throughout the day when I think, "I would have posted that thought or action," but I don't really have a CRAVING to get on Facebook. I do wonder whose birthdays I'm missing, hope I'm not missing any "pleas for help" from friends or acquaintances, but other than that, I really don't miss much at all about it.

I DO spend a lot of time on FB during the days, but right now I am definitely thinking it is a MAJOR WASTE OF MY TIME. Perhaps I will do something about that, too, after 12 days.

3. No sweets. There are times I have craved them massively, but since I am drinking sugar free drinks--including soda and coffee, I think, overall, I haven't had any major withdrawals. So, I'm wondering, then, if this means that I am doing enough in this department? At this point, am I engaging in a fast (sacrifice) or just dieting? I'm not sure, really.

4. Time with God. Honestly, since picking up exercise--three or four weeks prior to the fast--that has been my most pleasurable time away with God, my thoughts, and His thoughts. I think very clearly when I run the track or work out alone. I love it and I look forward to it. But, since the fast, have I added any time to my contemplation about God, His will, etc.? I think the answer is still no.

I am in the middle of an interim class AND working on stuff for church. I have very little more time than I ever did. I'm not sure what to do about this, either. How can I give God more time? Where can I fit it in? I'm just not sure: Sissy needs me, the house is a mess, I have messages and services to put together, I have financial stuff to think about, friends and family thoughts, the next ministry class I have to study for--so so so so MANY thoughts rolling through my head...Tonight, early in the morning, I will be up preparing for a message tomorrow night. But that doesn't count, does it, because I already do that weekly?

5. I think, though I have learned those things listed above, on Day Two, I am still as, and perhaps more so, frustrated than ever. Should I be focusing on what else I can do? What else I can sacrifice? Or finding more time to spend with Him? In prayer, in his Word? (And is it normal or good that I find myself now stressing out about the fast, if I'm doing it right, if I'm not doing enough? Surely being stressed out even more is not the intention here???)

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WORKS is never the key. If I am fasting something/anything, it needs to be for the right reasons. I'm not sure I really spent enough time praying about this fast before it started. I thought I knew what I was going to do (WORKS), but now I think I really haven't thought as much about it, in the WAY I needed to think about it, before now.

10 DAYS TO GO...What will I think tomorrow???

Monday, January 9, 2012

Thoughts on Day 1 of the Fast

Day One of the fast has nearly drawn to a close. Today, I have successfully avoided sweet foods/desserts, TV/Cable (including movies), and Facebook. Here are my impressions:

1. I thought the hardest thing in this day of the fast would be the challenge of avoiding Facebook. I spend a LOT of time on FB, viewing updates, making my own. Because of this habit I have adopted, I went to the trouble of deleting the FB app on my phone so I wouldn't access the site automatically, without even thinking. Some habit, huh?

Interestingly, though, thus far FB really hasn't been a temptation for me. I haven't really noticed its absence THAT MUCH. There were a couple of times today that I thought about it, would have gone to the site if I had not been fasting, but I suppose, because I'm really busy right now, I didn't think too much about it.

2. I really didn't realize how addicted to TV I've become again. Honestly, I thought it wasn't a big deal. But at the end of Day One of the Fast, I can already tell that THIS is the biggest issue for me to avoid. I spend more time than I realize in front of the TV, just to unwind, mainly, get my mind off of the day. Not that I'm watching anything inappropriate or anything--because I'm not. But I see that I really do spend a LOT of time "unwinding." It's just really easy to do. And that it gets dark by 6 p.m. doesn't help. Makes me want to get under the covers and turn the TV on and zone out, burrow down, hibernate.

3. Though I went to the church to pray tonight, at the designated time set for the church to come together to pray during the fast, I felt once again that my most effective prayer time was at the track. I literally LOVE going to the track to unwind, think about God, His promises, His plan for my life. The track really has become an important part of my life--physically and spiritually. I can see that now.

4. We went to lunch at Pizza Hut today, with my friends from work, and honestly I was a little tentative about it because I LOVE the cinnamon desserts they have there. There have been times that I have loaded up a large plate with them and eaten them all by myself. I have some sort of craving for them when I see them. Today, I wasn't even tempted. I didn't miss any of the desserts on the buffet--though I watched my friends eat theirs. I don't even recall having any sort of craving for them. The sweetest things I've had today include one cup of coffee and a cup of hot chocolate--one for the caffeine I so desperately needed at school; the other, right now as I type this, because I have acquired a chill that will not go away. I know it will warm me.
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Because I'm still adjusting to the fast, I have not felt one of those moments where I have "connected with God" more than usual today...But the night isn't over. I'm going to get off of here and get in some studying before I go to bed tonight. I still need to work on the topic for Wednesday night. I suppose my fifth thought is emerging as I write this:

5. I'm still so very busy in my schedule that I haven't been able to go "above and beyond" in my attempt to connect with God. I've STILL got a lot on my mind--so many things I must do, pay, learn, study--it's hard to just really shut it all off and "get away with God" when there is so much going on in the back of my mind. It's just hard for me right now. So, I suppose one thing that will now make my prayer list: DE-CLUTTERING my mind, my days, a bit more--so I can properly take the time to be with God, my thoughts, His thoughts.

END OF DAY ONE THOUGHTS