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Monday, April 21, 2014

Strength

This poem is for my daughter, my mother and myself

Young wife and mother in pain
Father's out having fun again
Heart's in love, but hands are full
Little ones have taken their toll
How does she find the strength

Middle aged and husband's sick
Feels like life has pulled some trick
Exhausted, not much left to give
Wonders why she even lives
Where does she find the strength

Old woman in her easy chair
Talks out loud though no one's there
marking off each passing day
Longs to join her mate some way
Lord help her find the strength

A daughter, a mother, a wife
All they crave is a good life
All are feeling truly lost
But for them, He paid the cost

Put it in His hands, young mother
Put it in His hands, your cares He'll take
Put it in His hands, old woman
Put it in His hands, for your life's sake
Put it in His hands, women
Put it in His hands

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Mom's German Burrito

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I held it in my hand, examining it.  I turned it over once, not enough to look suspicious.  It smelled a bit different. “Okay,” I said to myself, it’s just like mom’s.”

I was in grade school.  Most kids would have eaten dinner away from home many times by this age, but I didn’t have that pleasure.  I was old enough to spend the night at my friend, Carol’s house, but not old enough to know a true burrito, how sad.

I took a bite, “no, this was not going to show on my face!”  I told myself.  But the memory of getting a mouth full of, I wasn’t sure what it was, but it is permanently embedded in my brain.  I couldn’t spit the mouthful of burrito out, Carol’s parents and brother were right there, looking at me.  

I chewed, I chewed, I swallowed, I liked!  Not the kind of burrito, that I was used to, but it was interesting!

After spending the night, I ran home the next morning to confront my mom.  When I told her what we had eaten, she looked as surprised as I looked at Carol’s the night before.  I still giggle when I hear the memory of my mom’s voice in my head, saying in her German accent, “It’s not made from pork and beans and Velveta cheese?”  Wow, she was so close, but so far away! 

My mom used flour tortillas, Carol’s mom used flour tortillas.  My mom used beans and cheese, just like Carol’s mom did, but inside my mom’s burrito was velveta cheese and pork and beans, those small changes made all the difference.


What makes a man unclean?  Mark 7:21, says that what makes a man unclean is what is in his heart, and those things are, “Evil thoughts, sexual immorality, theft, murder, adultery, greed, malice, deceit, lewdness, envy, slander, arrogance, and folly”  All of these evils come from inside and make a man unclean.

Matthew 7:15 and 16 says, “Watch out for false prophets.  They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves, by their fruit you will recognize them.

Being unclean comes from the inside, it’s from the heart.  And if you let the Holy Spirit live within you, ultimately what will come about will be good fruit.

Galatians 5:22 tells us what those good fruit are so that we can recognize those fruit in others and in ourselves.  “But the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness and self-control, against such things there is no law.”

So whether it be beans and cheese wrapped up nicely in a tortilla or your neighbor.  Maybe your best friend or yourself, look for the good fruit in everyone.  If you don’t see good fruit, pray for the love of the Lord, pray that this person excepts the Holy Spirit in their soul, and pray for salvation.  

Friday, April 4, 2014

Rapture

Rapture

The dictionary definition of rapture is: the state of being carried away with joy, love etc.. ecstasy.
The dictionary definition of tribulation is: Great misery or distress as from oppression.

I want you to know that what I’m writing is just my opinion from reading and studying that I’ve done.  I’m open to hearing other opinions.  
     
This is what I believe;  2 peter 2:5 says, “If He did not spare the ancient world when He brought the flood on it, ungodly people, but protected Noah, a preacher of righteousness and seven others; if He condemned the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah by burning them to ashes and made them an example of what is going to happen to the ungodly;  and if He rescued Lot a righteous man, who was distressed by the filthy lives of lawless men (for that righteous man, living among them day after day, was tormented in his righteous soul by lawless deeds he saw and heard)”  Peter went on to say, “IF this is so then the Lord knows how to rescue Godly men from trials and to hold the unrighteous for the day of judgment while continuing their punishment.”
     
Out of that scripture I got that God protected or, in other words, guarded, Noah; that is He took care of Noah  and his family while they went through the flood.  
     
On the other hand, He rescued Lot or delivered Lot (To set free or save from evil) out of the city before he burned them down.
     
Peter goes on to say, “God will rescue us from the coming wrath.”  Not protect us through it, but rescue us from it.  Wrath also means punishment.  
     
Paul also confirms this in 1 Thessalonians 1:10, “And to wait for His son from Heaven, whom He raised from the dead- Jesus who rescues us from the coming wrath.”  Again, Jesus will rescue us, not protect us through the wrath.  
     
Now 2 peter also talks about trials and in Revelations 3: 10, Jesus says, “Since you have kept my command to endure patiently, I will also keep you from the hour of trial that is going to come upon the whole world to test those who live on the earth.”
     
We are to be taken out, or rescued from the wrath, or trial that will be coming, which is the tribulation.  
     

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Elijah And The Toothbrush

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My husband, Mark and I wanted our little boy, Elijah, to start brushing his teeth.  He didn’t like the idea.  He didn’t want to do it himself and he wouldn’t let me do it for him.  So his teeth were going un-brushed.  

Elijah’s Doctor said that he was getting some build up and that he needed to start brushing.  Mark and I decided to hold on to Elijah and brush them for him, big mistake.  After that there was no possible way he was going to brush his teeth by himself.  He ended up hating something that only would be good for him.  After a week of hearing Elijah scream every time we would show him a toothbrush, we gave up for a while.
     
Then, we tried something new.  Elijah loves juice.  First thing every morning, he wants his juice.  This particular morning, we said, “Sorry baby, no juice until you take the toothbrush and touch it to your teeth.”  

He took the toothbrush, and he threw the toothbrush.  I gave it to him again, and he threw it again.  I gave it back to him, and he took it and hid it.  He was so stubborn, he went most of the day, drinking only water.  He would ask for juice and I would say, “Yes, you can have juice, as soon as you touch the toothbrush to your teeth.”  And the last thing he did was, he cried for his juice.
     
Then it happened, having that juice meant more to Elijah than having his own way.  He found his toothbrush where he hid it earlier, in the living room.  He brought it to me, and he said, “Brush teeth?”  Then he did it, he touched that toothbrush to his teeth.  
I clapped and hugged him.  Then I gave Elijah the juice, that I had ready and waiting for him.  All he had to do was get what he wanted in line with what I wanted for him.  

The next morning he fought brushing his teeth again, but he did end up brushing his teeth, and getting his juice.  Every day it got a little easier, until one morning I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, and he came in and asked if he could brush his teeth too.
     
This taught me something about prayer.  I used to think that I needed to talk God into things with my prayers.  I realized that I was wrong.  1 Samuel, is the story about Hanna.  She wanted a child.  The longer she prayed and didn’t get one, the more desperate she got for a child.  She finally got down and cried before God.  She said, “God if you just give me a son, I will give him to you.”  

That was it, that was what God wanted all along.  He was ready and waiting to give her that baby.  He just wanted Hanna to do one thing, promise that baby to Him.  She didn’t persuade God to do anything, God gently persuaded her to give Him something that they both wanted.  When her heart was ready, He gave her what He had planned for her from the beginning of time.  
     
I love Elijah.  I want the best for him, but forcing him to do what would be good for him, only made him hate it.  Bringing him to a place where he would change his feelings about something he didn’t want, so that he could have something he did want, worked.  Now on his own, Elijah brushes his teeth.
     
God sets it up so that we get to a place that we desire what He already wants for us.  Then we cry out to God, “Please give us what we desire.”  

And when our desires and our hearts are in line with his will and His desire for us, He says, “Yes.”
     
Psalm 145:19, “He fulfills the desires of those who fear Him, He also hears their cry and saves them.”

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Easter

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I’ve always loved spending time coloring eggs during Easter with my family.  When I was ten years old, I went on a camping trip with Erin, a friend from Girl scouts, and her family.  We went to the Colorado River.  We were only going to stay a few days, but Erin’s parents decided that they wanted to stay until the day before Easter.  I was so homesick those last couple of days, each night I w2ould cry in my sleeping bag. To get through those last couple of days, I told myself that at least I would be home for Easter.
     
Well, we pulled up to my house just as my parents were leaving for Church on the Saturday night, before Easter Sunday.  I can still remember my Mom leaning down and saying, “We waited as long as we could, but we had to color the eggs without you.”  I was crushed; I cried and cried.  To me coloring those eggs was a special time our family spent together, and I missed out.
     
A few years ago I found some interesting information on Easter eggs.  This information said that, only within the last century were chocolate and candy eggs exchanged as Easter gifts.  Spring time exchanging of real eggs, is an ancient custom predating Easter by many centuries.  Most cultures believed that the egg signified birth, and resurrection (ex. The Greeks would place eggs on top of graves).  One Roman proverb read, “All life comes from an egg.”
     
I’m not ten years old anymore, and I have a bunch of kids of my own.  My family and I still get together and color eggs, and it’s a fun time for all of us.  But more than anything is the joy we feel knowing, that because Jesus died and was resurrected, we have re-birth, and joy in knowing because He lives, we have hope. 


In Luke 24:46, After rising from the grave, Jesus told the disciples, “The Christ will suffer and rise from the dead on the third day, and repentance and forgiveness of sins will be preached in his name to all nations beginning at Jerusalem.”