Oct 212015
 

Today Jen from Faith Mustard Seed and a group from her church hopped on a plane to go over to Cambodia for 10 days. She sent out a document to all of us and asked us to fill out a time to pray for them each day. Pray that they are doing well, staying safe, and of course reaching many with the gospel! If you could take time each day and just say a quick prayer for all missionaries that would be wonderful!

I watched War Room the other day. At first I thought “this doesn’t apply to me because I am not married” then as I continued to watch I found myself saying “Amen” and “Hallelujah” and before I knew it I was looking around trying to figure out where I could set up my own war room!! A place for me to kick Satan out of my life and for me to invite God and scripture and all that is good IN.

Last night I journaled like I do in one way or another most days, but after the first paragraph my journaling turned into a prayer and not a prayer that I would normally write, not one that started with “Heavenly Father…” no… instead my prayer was flowing from me and likely only made sense to God!

Father please enter this home and cast Satan out. Remove the negativity that comes and replace it with Your unconditional love. Stand guard over my parents and children and protect them from pain and death!

I cast you out Satan. I cast you out of my thoughts. I refuse to allow you to plant your evil seeds of doubt! Jesus Christ fills me! The Holy Spirit surrounds me and God the Father casts you down into the pits of hell from which you came!

Jesus, You are my Protector. My Father. The One who loves. Your Spirit bright and True. My Saviour.

I chose to follow You each and every day of my life Jesus! Thank You for breathing the Holy Spirit into me every moment of every day!

~Amen

Oct 162015
 

The green fields of hay have been long brown and the frost and the cold each night threatens the green grass covered in leaves colored in reds, browns and orange. It won’t be long now until the snow comes and while I love the snow and the blanketed earth made new and fresh I can’t help but also feel a nudge of grief and loss because once the snow comes navigating through the cemetery becomes more than tough. I feel like I am either stepping on someone’s head or talking to the wrong person all while up to my knees in the frozen white.

Winter does have its own green though, at least here. When you look up at night at the right time you can see the northern lights dancing in shades of gold, yellow and green and sometimes on the coldest nights you will see other colors like pinks and purples too and you can’t help but want to dance right along with the sky that God has painted, is painting.


My love has seen the southern lights, which I didn’t know even existed, but apparently they do and they do a similar dance and make you feel one with the whole universe while also feeling small.

It’s okay to feel small.

There is magic up in the sky from the stars to the lights to the who knows what is and why, because God, He created everything and my son reminds me all the time on our drives home from youth that the star I am looking at has long been burned out and I realize just how far away that star really is that it’s light lingers on in my personal here and now.

Back at the cemetery are the ones I love and I love to think of them as those burnt out stars, there vessels no longer alive yet their lights still shining bright, impacting the darkness, and changing life.

I don’t have much to say on the topic of green. It was fun watching Holly and Mary and Ashertiah ponder out loud on this and I am reminded that this FMF Party is really a FMF FAMILY and I am so blessed by y’all to be a part of it. While we pray for Jen who is moving to her tiny house and then traveling with her church to Cambodia, while we pray for mental health and Valerie’s current struggle, while we pray for Asheritah’s pregnancy and friends who are in new seasons with new jobs or retiring… we grow fresh and new like the grass after a long melt.

We thank the Lord for the community and the friendship and the bacon and the chocolate and the periscope popins and so much more and I have to remember that God is the great Conductor of the Orchestra that we all know and love. Some of us are green with morning sickness, while others are green with envy and others are looking on and thinking the grass is greener on the other side and that’s what makes each and every one of us a critical part of this ministry, of this symphony that imperfectly-perfectly combines.

Sep 232015
 

I have been following along the last three days with the study of Women of the Old Testament hosted over at IF Equip. So far we have been working through Genesis 1-4 and I have learned a lot about Eve that I had never considered before because she does have such a brief mention in the Biblical texts and aside from her being part of original sin, very little else has been said. Women simply weren’t big characters to write about in the Bible, even though they were huge characters to life, then and now.

Eve was a lot of things, she is the Mother of ALL the Living.
She is the very first woman created by God.
She was taken from man and created from his flesh and bone.
She was created to be a helper.

The Hebrew word for “help” as used in the KJV is `ezer which means “one who helps, support.”

God is the creator of all. He blessed Eve with Seth even though she had sinned and her son, Cain, killed his brother, Abel. This tells me that at some point between Eve eating the forbidden fruit and her bearing children, that she and God had some sort of reconciliation. Yes, He did say “in pain you shall bring forth children“, but He continued to bless her despite the sins of her family. He gave her another chance to raise a son after Abel was killed. As a mother I know you can’t simply replace a child, but I think it is fair to assume that Eve and God were on good terms.

It isn’t easy to be a mom. It is actually hard. But isn’t that what God had told Eve it would be like right there in the Garden of Eden before He removed them? Pregnancy is painful, hard on the body, and for many is difficult to even achieve. Then, birthing a child is something that simply can’t be explained. It is a miracle, and that is truly the only description you will get because within moments of the birth the pain is forgotten and love overflows and we are reminded that the work is only just beginning as our minds shelter us from the trauma our bodies just experienced.

I think it is important to note that when Adam and Eve ate from that tree they had been tempted by the lies of the serpent. Lies were already in existence in an otherwise perfect world where Adam, Eve and God worked in perfect harmony. No matter where you are, whether it is on the streets in the middle of a bad neighbourhood at night or in a Church on Sunday morning you will be exposed to lies and our relationship with God, our understanding of the Truth that is the Word of God is the only protection we have in being obedient to Him and in crushing that serpent down into the dust from which it came.

For me being a helper means that I encourage my family, and my friends in their walk with God. I trust that many hands make for light work and that there are a billion ways I can help, from prayer to standing in the mission field. If I am obedient to my calling I am being a helper, just as Eve was to Adam and to God.

One of the questions asked yesterday was “What does it look like to live at peace with God?” Simply put, I don’t think any of us can truly answer that because we are always being tempted by sin. I imagine it is a beautiful and loving feeling that we will experience when we get to Heaven, where pain and suffering no longer exists and we become helpers of His Holy Realm. We have all been given the opportunity to reach Heaven through the love of our Lord Jesus Christ and the cross.

The blood, sweat, pain and anguish up there on the crossed beams of a tree came so that my sins could be wiped away, my slate clean and fresh and new each day. I need not worry because I have Christ Jesus who has already saved me!

Finally, my last thought for today is that Satan is everywhere, but so is God. Satan lied to Eve and changed her perception. He never told her that God had lied, he spun a tale to suit his own selfish purpose causing her human side to stumble and fall into sin. Being cognizant of the world around me and the lies I am being told each day is extremely important to my life now and eternally. God’s Word can be (and is) altered easily by the one who wants to bring us down and yes, Satan is fluent in scripture and can play fast and hard if we let our guard down.

Sep 172015
 

The fall is in the air now more than the warmth of summer. The wind has switched directions and blasts into the house like winter is on its heels. Thunder storms have been loud and fierce the last few weeks, the forks of lightening hitting with such force and changing the air pressure just enough that it actually caused a cap on the furnace to fly off inside the house not too many days ago. Last night the sky began to grumble like a hungry wolf off in the distance, slowly coming closer, and lightening being seen through curtains. Then, this morning the sky was clear, only for a swift take-over of thunder, lightning, rain and hail. Then, as quickly as it began, it went away and the day has remained grey, but at peace.

Today when I opened the door to put the dogs out I was greeted by a weed that my son missed during his last weed-eating session. Only, today, instead of it being ugly it was beautiful-red. Standing tall and proud in the dying neutrals that come in our Canadian fall.

I have been enjoying several things lately, despite being in flare ups with my health. I am thankful for that red weed, for the beautiful display of lightening, the aurora borealis –Northern Lights, dancing in the sky and greeting us as the colors dance.

Having a friend call and pray for me, for rest, for guidance, for God to intervene.

Cinnamon sticks dropped in my hot chocolate making the tastes of fall come alive in the simple things.

Pumpkin butter candles flicking in the bedroom as I chat, write, read, relax, watch TV and of course pray.

Finding out that I am not alone in this struggle of pain and flare ups and doctors who pretend they know when they simply don’t. It is beautiful and nice to know that I am not the only one, of course I pray that these other people will find relief, but at the same time it is nice to know that I am not trailblazing alone. There are many of us who want real help, not a bandage, and this is encouraging to me because I don’t feel like I am whining. I feel like I am fighting not only for myself, but for others too.

Despite the pain I think that I am being pulled closer to the Lord during this difficult season of my life. I can only pray that others will pull near to Him as well! Maybe BECAUSE of the seasons I have suffered I have the Lord in my life. I can only pray that my journey will bring Him glory!

How is God working in your life? What are you thankful for today?

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[a]neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
~Romans 8:38-39~


Sep 152015
 

The walls around the village limits rose high on the horizon, yet when the darkness fell and the sky was lit by the moon and the stars I fell under siege, an army throwing flaming balls with their trebuchet over the walls and burning down my domain. The fire scorching everything it touched, bursting life as I knew into flames.

God hollering down at me, “child, this is another of Satan’s games!!”

My pulse grew quickly as I clambered to escape, even if that meant giving up, giving in, to end the pain and let Satan win. Yeah, the nausea, flashbacks, and nightmares –all feel like an inescapable plague.

Maybe I don’t know what to do, maybe I know exactly what to do. I honestly have no clue which is right or wrong. I can only pray that I am following the one who won’t lead me wrong. Maybe anxiety is part of an attack, or maybe it is God’s way of showing me where I shouldn’t go. How do you figure out the truth? How do you really truly know?

Sometimes, I feel frozen in time, and then I am reminded that staying the same is often the key to change and that maybe, just maybe, I am exactly where I need to be in order to do what God created me for.

If my story can bring Him glory, then my life has been a success. I can live with that. If I can turn one person to the One who is most high I will deem this life a success.

If I keep prayer on my tongue and His Word on my lips than I can force Satan to shut up, like Jesus did while He was being tempted those 40 days.

Yeah. I know, I am not Jesus. I am NOT God. BUT I am created in His likeness, and that has to account for something, right?

All things are possible with God
~Mark 10:27~

Jul 162015
 

When you are in jail you aren’t allowed to whistle… people who whistle are usually CO’s and the inmates who whistle are risking being injured or even killed. Singing is fine though, even encouraged, making music and lyrics is part of life. When I asked a friend, Gerry, why you can’t whistle in jail he told me straight out “because birds are free and they whistle, you can only whistle when you are free.”

This has always stuck with me. Possibly because I own a bird and I have had many birds through my life. My bird likes to climb out of his cage and sit on his roof and whistles, or talk, he often says my sons name which is funny since the bird is terrified of the kids. Every night when Tweety comes out and sings a song or whistles along with me while I am cleaning or working I am reminded that having his door open gives him the love of singing, of being free. He is a domestic bird and always has been so to him the room is the world. He doesn’t know what horrors he would face outside of here and he is content in this room of ours.

It makes me sad though, that inmates can’t whistle, because when you’re serving a year or two or life and you find God all you want to do is sing form the rooftops that you are in fact free. You want to whistle Jesus Loves Me because you have learned that the walls that surround you are meaningless to your soul and that when you have achieved true freedom it doesn’t matter where you are, it simply means you are God’s child and you know it!

My friend, Gerry, has been in and out of jail now since he was 8 years old, one day over the phone we calculated his time served for all these petty things and it was nearly 40 years of his life, and yet each week when I receive a letter in the mail, or a new piece of art from him, I see how free he truly is because of his walk with the Lord. He makes life seem so simple and happy and easy when I know for a fact it is not. He draws me pictures of wildlife and the things he misses from the outside world. His letters are always about me, my family, how I am doing and my walk with God.

He is the Paul in my life. Writing to me from what many would call the depths of hell to encourage me through the power of the Holy Ghost. I remember writing to him years ago, that even Jesus had been arrested and therefore I could not judge. Part of me had been set free upon our friendship beginning and through the grace of God that freedom persists, the letters come, the art goes up and the prayers are felt.

I am free today, tomorrow and eternally all through the One who died in captivity.

Jul 102015
 

‘You know what they say about hope. It breeds eternal misery!’ –Sara Shepard

When I saw the prompt this week for Five Minute Friday’s this was the first quote to pop into my mind. I knew immediately that it was Satan trying to pull me away from God and out of scripture and I knew that I couldn’t write straight away on “eternal misery” when the Lord has promised us eternal love, happiness, bliss.

Today when I woke up the prompt was still in my head and with it was the song by Steve Bell, Wings of an Eagle. I have posted about this song many times before because it really was a catalyst for my love of scripture.

As we hope in the Lord
We will gain our strength
We will run for miles
We will stand up straight
We will not grow weary
We will not grow faint
On the wings of an eagle we will rise

On the wings of an eagle we will rise
On the wings of an eagle we will rise
For our hope is found
In the power of God
On the wings of an eagle we will rise
On the wings of an eagle we will rise

For the Lord who is God
Takes His people home
Not to be afraid
As we journey the road
Hand in hand we’ll be walking
With the Lord our God
On the wings of an eagle we will rise

And then today when I logged into my Hello Mornings group on Facebook a member had posted this image.


Which, in my opinion, completely sums up the reason why I waited to write this post, God wanted to remind me of the message of hope that had me fall in love with Him in the first place!

Yeah, that God-man, He listens when I don’t even know I am speaking. He answers when I don’t even know I have asked a question. He is there to hold my hand before I begin to fall and He lifts me up on wings like eagles when I am at my lowest. That is what hope in the Lord is – at least for me, during this season of my life!

Our obsession with bigger and faster is spinning us out of control. We move through the week breathless and bustling, just trying to keep up while longing to slow down. But real life happens in the small moments, the kind we find on Tuesday, the most ordinary day of the week. Tuesday carries moments we want to hold onto–as well as ones we’d rather leave behind. It holds secrets we can’t see in a hurry–secrets not just for our schedules but for our souls. It offers us a simple bench on which to sit, observe, and share our stories.

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