As 2018 draws near to its close, I continue to be amazed by Father God’s provision and delightful surprises! In January of this year, the Lord called me to leave my corporate job with Blue Cross Blue Shield to devote more time to ministry. Although my husband’s job has been going well, I was still a bit nervous walking away from a fulltime job that provided consistent paychecks and insurance benefits. For the last three years, I had been blessed to perform my job from home, which enabled me to retain my position when Ed and I relocated to the opposite end of the state. I wondered if giving up that privilege was really the right thing to do. But the Lord spoke and I obeyed in faith, trusting Him completely to provide by whatever means He chose. When we truly submit to His will, He really does honor that blind faith, giving us the desires our hearts. (Psalm 37:4)
I prayerfully and carefully comprised the email to my supervisor that would serve as my official notice of resignation. I would process medical claims for two more weeks, and receive only one more paycheck from the company. I drew a deep breath, and said, “Okay, Lord,” as I exhaled and pressed “send”. It was done. The fear and anxiety of uncertainty left my body with that exhale, and I was overcome with a sense of peaceful calm and freedom!
I pursued a return to elder-care (which I quickly realized is a ministry in itself), and began a part-time assignment before my notice with BCBS was complete. By the end of February, I had secured a steady position with a precious lady who I got to love right into the arms of Jesus! She and I talked about the Lord and His Word, and I prayed with her often about her own fears and anxiety. By the time she passed away a few months later, I had become great friends with her family, and even enjoyed a few weekends pet-sitting for them as well.
During this time, the Lord provided a laptop computer, and I was able to start writing again. In September of this year I published my first book appropriately titled “Freed Bird”. This is my personal story of finding freedom through forgiveness, but there will be more coming as the Lord has graciously delivered and released me from so many things. All the while, whimsical odd jobs and “gigs” have come along, and the bills have miraculously been paid.
Since leaving the security of my corporate job last January, I have ministered to three elderly saints, enjoyed the love and company of dogs, and packed up a closing retail store for a friend. I have fallen in love with the cute goat pictures being shared Facebook, so I had to smile at God while recently taking a pair of goats for a walk through the woods and down to the water’s edge. This week I am helping a friend decorate her lake house for Christmas, and she is teaching me how to use QuickBooks, a skill that will come in handy when managing funds for our ministry.
This afternoon I will deposit an unexpected refund check, equaling a normal week’s pay. I never know what the next “gig” will be, or what 2019 will hold for me. But just as the Lord led the Israelites through the wilderness, providing everything they needed all along the way, I know He will provide as I follow Him blindly, submitting to His call to “go and tell” the good news of the Gospel of Jesus Christ! I know that if and when He sends us out with the Prayer Tent, perhaps living the RV-life fulltime, He will also provide wherever that journey may lead us.
Friend, wherever you are on your journey, whether in the lush fruitful plains or the dry, desolate rocky soil of the desert, God is with you! Whether you are nearing retirement, facing a layoff, or starting your own business venture – I encourage you to have faith and trust in the Lord! For it is He who gives you power to get wealth… (Deuteronomy 8:18).
But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness,
and ALL these things shall be added to you.
I love these Facebook memes that come around, which are all done in innocent fun. Although we know that they bear no meaning in reality, we quickly peruse the lists to find our names, and then proceed to share on our own Facebook walls. With Christmas around the corner, the “Naughty” and “Nice” lists will fill our newsfeeds relentlessly. So far, I have not found my name on either.
Children are told that if they are good, Santa will come; but if they are bad or naughty, he will leave coals instead of toys, or skip over their house entirely! Sadly, many grownups believe the same scenario applies to their spiritual lives and eternal destination. The premise that “good” people go to heaven and “bad” people go to hell is a lie from the Devil himself! In my work with the elderly, it saddens me when they begin to fret and worry that they have not been good enough to “make it in.” The truth is that none of us can ever be “good enough” on our own to enter into the presence of Almighty God.
The truth (which sets us free) is that our salvation cannot be earned. It is a FREE gift called “grace” from our Heavenly Father, paid for by our precious Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! Fortunately, it is NOT based on our works or performance. (Ephesians 2:8) It is given and received when one acknowledges and repents of their sin and accepts Jesus as their personal Lord and Savior, giving his or her life over to Him completely. It is offered to everyone, naughty or nice.
In our society, we tend to label and condemn those on our own mental “naughty” lists; those who have lived less-than-stellar lives. We criticize and penalize those who have made poor choices, or done evil deeds. While crimes must be punished and criminals held accountable, the Bible says that we ALL have sinned, and fall short of the glory of God. (Romans 3:23) Even on our best days, our righteousness is as filthy rags in the sight of our Most Holy God. (Isaiah 64:6) Jesus Himself said that no one is “good” but God. (Mark 10:18)
People often ask how a good God can send people to hell. Well, He doesn’t. It is our own sinful nature that drives and separates us from God as He cannot look upon sin; we cannot stand in His presence in our sinful nature, wearing our old, filthy rags. But in His goodness, love, mercy and grace, He has provided a way to ESCAPE that horrible fate and be reunited with Him forever! When we repent of our sins and accept Jesus’ shed blood on the Cross as atonement or payment for our sins, we are then clothed in HIS righteousness, and granted a seat in the Kingdom of God for all of eternity! No matter what we have done, our sins can be forgiven, and we are washed clean by the blood of the Lamb – God’s only Son who was sacrificed on our behalf! “Come now, and let us reason together,” says the Lord. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” (Isaiah 1:18)
As far as the east is from the west,
so far has He removed our transgressions from us.
Oh, how we love to distinguish the masses and divide them into groups: male or female; naughty or nice; rich or poor; black or white; right or left, etc. But at the end of the day and at the end of this life, there will be only two groups of people: saved or lost. It will not matter how “good” you have been, as none of us deserve to be let in. The only “list” to make sure that your name is found on will be the Lamb’s Book of Life. Will you give your life to Him today?
The best gift ever bestowed upon mankind was the original Christmas gift: the gift of salvation through faith in Jesus Christ! He IS the reason for the season. I pray that you will accept this most glorious gift today.
See ya in Heaven! I’ll be wearing a white robe, clothed in HIS righteousness; my filthy rags having been tossed into the depths of the sea, covered by His blood for eternity!
The right words are often hard to find
To express the thoughts inside my mind.
So for feelings of love
Or joy from above,
I say it with my rhymes.
I love to smell the fresh, clean snow
Or feel the warmth of the sun’s glow.
The song of the birds
Is the sweetest I’ve heard.
Nature is the finest beauty I know.
What man-made thing could possibly meet
The breath-taking sight of colorful leaves
Which every Fall
God paints them all?
The “best-dressed” are Autumn’s trees?
The roar of the ocean’s continuous waves,
The cricket’s music at the close of the day,
The whisper of the wind –
There is no end
To the beauty of Nature’s way.
Then God saw everything He had made, and indeed it was very good. So the evening and the morning were the sixth day. (Genesis 1:31)
* Picture from the Stokes County mountains in North Carolina – my roots.
Halloween – “All Hallow’s Eve” – for the majority of people is just a fun-filled day/night for dressing up and eating lots of candy! Many churches and businesses now offer safe alternatives to traditional “trick-or-treating”. I have many fond memories of going door to door as a child, having my jack-o-lantern filled with goodies from family and friends. As a teenager, we rolled yards and in turn, had our yards rolled. Harmless fun and there is there nothing wrong with that. Even more fun was watching my young nephews dressing up as Ninja Turtles and many other favorite characters.
But we must also be aware that Halloween is one of the most “high holy days” in the Occult. Former Satanists warn to keep your children close, and your pets inside. While many scoffers (even Christians) brush such things off as myths, law enforcement and those who have actually been IN the occult assure us that there are indeed many evil things that go on during these 24 hours.
So dress up, pray up, and have a happy, safe, fun-filled Halloween!
“…lest Satan should take advantage of us; for we are not ignorant of his devices.” (2 Cor. 2:11)
Journaling. A therapeutic exercise recommended by counselors and mental health professionals around the globe. It is the grown-up version of keeping a diary, with or without sacred lock and key. It is the art of recording thoughts and events of each passing day or season in life. Beautifully decorated spirals with brilliantly designed covers adorn the stationery nooks of bookstores and retailers nation-wide. They are purchased with the greatest intentions, and serve as the most frequently “re-gifted” items shared among friends. They are entertaining and helpful to look back upon years later, as we reminisce and rejoice at how far we have come. We celebrate and give thanks for the answered prayers recorded over our journeys.
I do not journal; I accumulate. My scribblings are not recorded in a neatly-bound booklet with conveniently lined pages. My thoughts, both poetic and chaotic, overfill a worn, blue file folder on random scraps of paper. I have scriptures and prayers and rhymes off all kinds assembled in a mash that, to others, might be mistaken for trash. (See? I’ve still got it!)
While searching for an important document this morning, I rediscovered this worn, blue folder. It had been carefully covered in a bottom drawer, behind curtains in a spare closet… as if hiding magical secrets from the world. Should I dare open this “mash of trash” from the past? I carefully untied the fastening ribbon as the loose-leaf contents spilled out across my office floor. Joy filled my heart as one by one I read each piece. It was as if I were greeting a group of long-lost friends. I found tales of triumph and desperation, of dreams and other things. Tucked inside were poems and stories, my stories, told in both first and third person dialogues.
Toward the bottom were a few lone copies of a newsletter I published years ago. I had launched a ministry for Christian single women (appropriately named “Single Sisters”), and put out a corresponding newsletter once a month! These were the days before social media, so email and snail mail were the means of distribution. I was quite impressed with the content and design, and pondered why I ever abandoned this endeavor.
I remembered fondly my days in singles’ ministry. It was one such group at a large church in Winston-Salem, North Carolina that brought me back to the Lord many years ago. I subsequently attended or founded similar ministries as I started over in new cities and churches for some time. My most successful endeavors, however, were in reaching out to Christian single women in particular. I suppose I had become an expert in the field, and could easily relate to the challenging issues this dynamic demographic frequently faced. (Incidentally, it was by starting yet another singles’ ministry in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina that I met and married my soul mate, Edward. But that is another story.)
When Satan cannot thwart our mission, he will often go after our loved ones to stop us in our tracks. He went after my mother and I left all to go home and care for her, a decision I do not regret in any way, shape or form. My only regret is the ensuing bout of depression that engulfed me after her passing away. I laid down my pen and my dreams, and carefully tucked them away.
Now married four years, I have recently picked up writing again. It sometimes seems forced, but is becoming more fluid. The Lord led me to write a short booklet on finding freedom through forgiveness, that was just published in late September (Freed Bird, available on Amazon.com.) I poured it out within weeks, then sliced it and diced it like a celebrity chef cutting away the fat that was deep, personal details the world did not need to know. Out of respect for my family and my late mother, I refrained from revealing too many details of the who’s and what’s I had to forgive. It is still a good read and is helping many work through letting go of people and events from their pasts that are keeping them bound up, unable to live the joyful life of freedom that Christ died for them to have. I rushed to have it published before a slew of ministry events this Fall; hence it lacks some of the eloquence of my old newsletters. It is impactful, but my next piece will likely be more poetic.
I took a writing course years ago, and the instructor’s words remain burned in my psyche: “Find what you do; and do it well.” As I reflect back over the past 10-20 years, my life has been full to over-flowing! I have served in various forms of ministry, and moved around quite a bit as the gypsy-spirited fairy that I am. I was introduced to social media and have been “all over the place” ever since. While it serves as a great tool for communication, reconnecting, and sharing life events with friends far and near, it has all too often (for me at least) been a distraction. I need discipline, and a return to my first love: writing. It’s what I do, and have done since my first published poem in the fourth grade!
My adrenaline rose when I read those dreams and visions once jotted down in the middle of the night, and then stuffed inside that worn, blue folder. Sadly, those creative spurts inspired by the Holy Ghost have been replaced by insomnia-induced mindless scrolling, which is far more draining, and completely time wasting. Facebook, I love you! But I must limit our time together; I must be about the Father’s business, using the gifts and passions He put in my heart.
What about you? What are your talents and dreams? What is your vision and passion? I pray that we all may find discernment and strength to eliminate all that separates us from our purpose.
Find what you do; and do it well!