“Are you mean? I heard Redheads are mean!”

WTH? Great conversation starter.

She continued, “Or are you nice?” I replied” I’m nice…..until I’m not” and then gave her a wink.

I had just sat down with a group of people who included some new faces. This woman, who came from a country of mostly dark-haired and dark-eyed residents continued to stare me down. She was the size of a kindergartner so I figured I could take her if she made any fast moves 🙂

The group began to chat about an upcoming event we were all involved in but when the conversation lulled she piped up again “So are you mean?”

I relayed the story to a friend “Seriously, do you believe that? Guess that would be redhead stereotyping”. She laughed “Well it probably doesn’t help that you and I have RBF. (resting bitch face) You also have a way of looking right through someone. I can’t tell if God’s giving you a word or if you are reading someone’s mail. It’s a little intimidating”

I sighed ” I am probably in my own little world. Just stressing out trying to remember if I locked my back door.”

Years ago, I received an email from Fr. Neal who had moved to Costa Rica. “You’ll never guess what they call redheads down here! They call them Al Qaeda!”

Oh my, everyone’s a comedian 🙂

It’s ok if you are afraid of redheads. I am seriously afraid of clowns. Oh wait….don’t most clowns have red hair?

Damn! Maybe I’m afraid of redheads too.


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2:55 pm and I am 5 minutes early for my teeth cleaning. I grabbed a magazine and waited for my name to be called. A couple of minutes later, a woman came in with 2 small children and checked in. She stated she was really early. “No problem, we will take you in now.” I am busy answering emails and checking Facebook and realized 25 minutes later than I haven’t been called.

“Are they running late today?” “No. On time.” “My appointment was at 3 and it is almost 3:30.” The receptionist looked at her computer “Oh, a woman came in early with her 2 kids for a family cleaning so I just put them into your slot.” “What? She had the appointment after me, but you put her before me because she came in early?” “Yes, did you need to be some where?” ” WTH? “That doesn’t even make sense. I came in before she did.” “Well, sorry. I thought it would just be easier.” Easier for who? Because she had kids? Because you didn’t want to listen to her kids for 45 minutes? What? I took a deep breath and sat down before I went redhead on her.

I complained to the hygienist, to my dentist and anyone else who would listen to me that day. Heck! That week! That was over 10 years ago and it popped up, again, last night, and annoyed me all over again! Minor inconvenience, major annoyance. Ever have any of those? In the big scheme of things, doesn’t mean much. But then it does. Otherwise it wouldn’t keep percolating in your memory bank just to pop up at the strangest of moments. Do you have any memories like this? What is it all about really? Certainly not about a half hour that you can’t ever get back. We all have plenty of those. Dysfunctional family feasts. Listening to a coworker drone on about their weekend. Waiting in line at Target. Stalking old loves or enemies on Facebook. Wasted time you will never get back.

What is it really about? About not being honored? Or valued? Respected? Or being invisible to the world? That in the big scheme of things we don’t really matter? Unfortunately, that is how I felt and how stupid is that!!!

Next time a minor inconvenience causes a major annoyance ask some other quedtions. What do you need? From others? From yourself? From God? If you can’t blow it off, ask what you need to fix this in your heart. Before it gets to autoplay. It might save you from wasting another half hour getting angry or hurt about something or someone that doesn’t really matter any more. Stop wasting time you can never get back. Or at least use it for some wasted fun. Like binge watching Ugly Betty again or FB stalking those people you love to hate. JK!

Just ask God to fix that hole in your heart. Ask Him to show you what the hole is and then remove it from your memory bank. Negative pop ups are just wasted time and energy.

Dunkin For Jesus

10:05 am and I nervously waited for the Dunker and the Dunkees to arrive. Cold weather had suddenly turned a Sunday morning, private outdoor water baptism into a very public hotel pool one. I offered up my hotel pool and hoped we’d get this done quickly before we got the boot.

I waited in the lobby to direct everyone to the pool area. 5 minutes later, it is like I opened up the door to a clown car! Holy Crap on a Cracker! Tons of people streamed in and now I am really anxious! I’m glad I already had put my bag in my car because if we get tossed out, I want to be the first person out of the building! I am amazed, that even at my age, I am still worried about getting 86’d even when the only wine involved, was Jesus!

We all finally get into the pool area and I noticed an older man, older woman and a small child in the pool. You could see they were a little perplexed by all of the people just standing around the pool, talking, with their JACKETS still on! Everyone was super excited to be there, except the people already in the pool.

First the woman got out and literally snorted as she walked past me. Minutes later the man got out, wrapped a towel around his red trunks and started shaking his head. I whispered to the Dunker , “lets get this going before we get kicked out!” Red Trunks, was visibly angry and starts taking photos of the Dunker and the 5 Dunkees who are now standing in the pool. The little girl was still in the pool, but she wasn’t afraid. In fact, she moved closer to the group so she could see what was going on.

Red Trunks left the area to complain and moments later an employee arrives, looks around and leaves. Back in came Red Trunks who paced directly behind me as he took more photos.

The Dunker started speaking to the Dunkees, but I couldn’t hear them. I stood near the door and prayed no one would interrupt. Ok, I really prayed that no one would yell at us. Red Trunks decided to leave and as he walked out two young men and a woman came in. Oh no. This was a very nice hotel on a large university campus and it was a very busy alumni weekend. A lot of people might start showing up to swim. I looked over at the group and gave the TV studio hand signal to wrap it up! Unfortunately, it just looked like I was giving them a whoop whoop!

The young couple continued to stand and watch and then the young man told his friends, “wait, don’t go in there yet. They are doing a water baptism.” I was super impressed that this young man even realized what we were doing. Maybe the Dunker’s Jesus T’shirt was a give away 🙂 I smiled”, Oh that”s okay, you can go in”. “No, this is important. We can wait.” I smiled ” I am just hoping we don’t get booted first.” He looked at me and laughed “Hey how cool that you are doing this out in public like this. Getting tossed out would be a good persecution for your faith.” I nodded and turned to watch the rest of the proceedings.

After that I didn’t worry about anyone coming in. Jesus and me. We had it under control. I just quietly did some warfare to keep Red Trunks or any other forces from coming in to spoil our fun.

I am always touched by a water baptism, but this time it was so much more. I was more touched that, while I was ridiculously afraid of going to hotel jail, this young man thought it was cool and perfectly normal to endure a little pool side persecution for your faith.

No One A Stranger

Today, God reminded me as I sip hot coffee that not everyone will be warm today. I recall one Friday night, my bud Gretchen and I were invited to speak to a group of homeless men at an inner city shelter. A requirement for getting a bed for the night was sitting through some music ministry and a little preachin of the Good Word 🙂 Let’s just say, we had a captive audience.

I was terrified, to say the least. The majority stared out at the ministry team with blank expressions. When it was our turn to speak, I told them at one time I had lost everything and schlepped around on people’s couches for 6 months and felt terrible about myself. That I wasn’t going to pretend that I could really relate to what they were going through, but that I knew God really loved them, right now as there were. Gretchen spoke about a broken tooth being miraculously repaired when she couldn’t afford a dentist and how God cared about our every need. No matter how small.

We then invited the men to come up to get hands laid on for healing. Many came forward and we had some WOK and prophecy for them too. I was surprised at how quite a few wanted to be touched or hugged and cried when God spoke through us with a word of love or encouragement.

Later, Pastor David, who invited us, told us that normally most don’t walk up for prayer. That the men were obviously touched by our transparency and authenticity. We were being real with them! We weren’t preaching at them and just wanted to show them love. The Father’s love.

The homeless may be addicts, mentally ill or had a bad turn of luck. But…..please remember they are someone’s son, brother, husband or friend. Instead of turning away, maybe hand them some money or stop and talk for a moment. Or pray with them. The weather will soon get colder and there won’t always be a bed or space for them.

Not asking you to take them into your house. I am asking you to treat them like human beings. Be terrified and do it anyway.

Be Present

It’s been a stressful week. Month. Ok, year.

Sometimes I feel like I can’t handle it and would rather just launch from this dimension. Ever feel like that?

Then I am reminded that a lot of why I am still here is for others. Maybe you realize that too? Helps me to let the small stuff go. I feel the most alive when I see God moving thru me to heal others. That He is real, alive and well and loves YOU! . I love helping to change the way someone views Him!

So how to get out of my own way? The best way is to purpose to stay in the present moment more often. The older I get the less time I spend lamenting about the past. I don’t care where I or you have been. It’s just a bunch of old gossip 🙂 Now it’s just struggling not to worry about the future instead of enjoying what is right now.

Staying present and worry-free can feel self-indulgent. Irresponsible. Childlike. Like we aren’t being productive or proactive. But the truth is all we have is this moment. And if we spend it holding on to the peace that Big Sky Daddy has a better plan for us it’s hard to stay tweaked.
Just saying. Try it.

Next time… pause and notice what is going good around you. What you are grateful for.
Very grateful for my wonderful family and friends tonight. My heart feels full and complete.

Enjoy this moment Beloveds!

Laying Down The Law

“Hi, I’m Ruby! I was startled as a young woman jumped in front of my wheelchair. ” I am here to take you down to surgical registration.”

Kathy, my sister, and she began to make small talk, and Ruby mentioned she had to leave this afternoon for school and was expecting rain. ” I am going to school to be a dental hygenist as it pays more and then will use that to pay for law school.

As the elevator doors opened, ” God whispered, ” She was created to help others in legal matters.” “Can you say that again, God?” I was still stressed out from just having a wire driven through my breast and an armpit piped full of radioactive dye. God continued,” I have a word for her. I’ll tell you when.” Great. I’m in the middle of a busy hospital, my sister Kathy already thinks I’m a little wacko 🙂, so you can figure it out.”

As we got inside, I said,” Hey, I don’t want you to think I’m weird, but God just gave me a word for you. You were created to practice law, Don’t worry about money or time. You will just walk right into it.” She laughed and told us as a kid that she was obsessed with the OJ Simpson trial and knew at that time she wanted to practice law. Kathy nodded, “Me too.” ‘The elevator door then opened, and she rolled my wheelchair into the hallway and put on the brakes. She looked through the glass doors to the registration staff, “They can come out here as you are in a wheelchair.” Then turned back to me to hear more.

I continued.” Do you know what a word of knowledge or prophecy is? “I sure do. I was brought up in a Pentecostal church. And…..” A person from registration walked towards us, and Ruby said, “don’t worry, she can wait. I want to hear this.” There were now so many people in the hallway that I had momentarily blocked myself from hearing God by the distraction, but Ruby waited patiently.

Finally, I blurted out. “This is going to sound like I am reading your mail, but God told me that you can be very suspicious. Very mistrusting of people, but this will work to your advantage. You don’t always like this about yourself, but this makes you very analytical. You can see many sides of a situation. What you see as your mistrust not always being good, it will actually be your gift, making you a great lawyer. You were called to do this.” Ruby’s mouth dropped open, and I could tell a lightbulb had gone off. ” Does this make sense to you, Ruby?” Why yes, it does! I could see she was still shocked as the elevator opened to move her on elsewhere. “Thank you for telling me this! I really needed it today.”

Days like this make my faith even stronger. Perhaps Ruby’s too.
God is everywhere. Your circumstances will never stop Him from speaking or moving thru you.

Love Never Dies

I sat on the edge of my bathtub and sobbed. Am I losing it? I can’t stop crying lately. I am physically and emotionally overwhelmed with decisions I need to make, upcoming surgeries, a new job, and I am still grieving Dan. The last thing I needed was 2 large cracks in my bathtub. My imagination ran wild with water gushing to the wood below, causing mildew and thousands of $ in repairs.

I stood up, put my head against the bathroom wall, continued to cry, and wished I could call Dan. “This bathroom needs some color, and a few inexpensive upgrades will make your place look less like the 1980s.” Two years ago, he painted these walls purple while I was at work and hung up a new light fixture.

My Dan could build or fix anything, and I had a reminder of him in every room of my house. Especially my purple bathroom! I recalled one day when I couldn’t figure out how to take down a ceiling light fixture. He laughed, “That’s why you have me!” as his 6’3″ self quickly reached up to remove it and replace a bulb.”

“God, I miss Dan so much! I wish he was still here. He was my rock. I know he is busy in heaven, but I hope he thinks about me sometimes. I wish someone would bring me some more orange flowers as a sign that he does.” Then I felt stupid about wanting a sign. Aren’t I a bigger believer than that? Besides, haven’t enough people brought me orange flowers since he died? Maybe people just do it because they think I expect it. If people did it out of duty then it would mean they were no longer from Heaven.

I continued to cry the next day as I wandered around my home, avoiding the cracks. Grow up, Jeanne! Call a handyman! God started to whisper, “you can fix this. It’s not that hard. Get your sister to help” Carolyn phoned a heartbeat later and was surprised I was so hysterical. “Geez, they are just cracks!” But she soon drove over, and I stood frozen in a corner of the bathroom while she easily epoxied the crevices. God whispered, “See! Was that so terrible”  No, it wasn’t, God. What is bad is feeling all alone and not having Dan here to go through life with me.” God continued, “But you’re never alone. You just think you are”.

The next day my friend Christine drove over to hang out for the afternoon. “Hello!” She yelled out as she came thru my back door.  I looked up to see her arms were loaded with stuff.  Is that what I think it is?  I squealed, “Did you bring me flowers?”  She handed me a bouquet wrapped in paper, “Yes, but the flowers are the weirdest color combination. I don’t know if you’ll even like it. It’s orange roses and purple lilies. Who would put orange and purple together?”

I know who would …. and they are perfect!  Love never dies, nor leaves you alone.

Lord direct my steps and my oil change!

“Such pretty red hair! Baby, do you got you a man?”

I cringed as several other workers in the oil change bay snickered and rolled their eyes. Apparently, Playa Paul had a schtick that the ladies had to endure to get their oil changed. This harassment lasted as long as the service did and he gave me a card with his number on it before I drove off. I felt slimed, said nothing and I vowed I would never go back. In fact, I never liked going there anyway. The male employees were always loud and yelling back and forth calling out service orders like they worked for the Seattle Fish Market. It was never a calming experience but there was nowhere else to go that didn’t require leaving your vehicle all day. After I started buying Toyota I gave all my oil biz to the dealership.I recently tried to book an oil change with the dealership online but there was a 10-day wait! I opened my mail and there was a $20 off coupon from this chain I had avoided for 15 years. The location was only 5 miles from my home and the coupon enticing, but the bad memories surfaced. I argued with myself for several days and God whispered “It’s ok. You need your oil changed” and I found myself driving over.

I was greeted by a soft-spoken younger woman who was training someone in. She went through my oil change options and when I declined any filters before she offered them she did not push me to buy. In fact, she showed me my engine filter and said it looks ok but keep an eye on it.I still tried not to make eye contact as I did not want to be talked into anything else. But God started to tell me about this woman as I watched her walk around the bay. “She is a manager, but I have more for her. Tell her.” I finally called her over and said” I don’t want you to think I am weird but God just told me that you are called for more than this position. You will be promoted and become like a regional manager or training manager or something else. You will help to heal the brand’s image. God wants so much more for you. He wants to use you in a larger capacity for this company. Start asking to be promoted” Her mouth dropped open and she said ” I am open to that. In fact, I have been asking to get promoted for several years. They already know that.”I went on to tell her how God saw her skills at her job and then God gave me a word of wisdom for her. “They like you here, they don’t want to lose you. To get promoted you to need train, someone, to take your place who will continue to instill your values and work ethic in others. If you can do that, they will trust that you can move on and the place will be taken care of” She smiled and pointed out the two people who could perfectly replace her.

As I drove off I said “congratulations on your upcoming promotion.” She smiled “Thank you!” Not only did God speak a better future into this woman’s life but it healed my negative memory of this brand. It also stretched me to follow Him regardless of what my past experiences have shown me. We can all be stubborn and protective of ourselves even over minor past issues. Ask God to heal you of every past bad experience no matter how small. He is constantly moving us forward and healing us in very simple yet profound ways of things that hold us back.

Speak to me!

Recently I was going thru a struggle and was overwhelmed by a feeling of helplessness. Yes, I know about authority and dominion but the lies were getting the best of me. One night, I tossed and turned and watched as the clock neared 3 am. I finally screamed in my head “GOD SPEAK TO ME! WHY AREN’T YOU SPEAKING TO ME ????” He whispered, “No, you talk to me.” I was surprised because I thought I was talking to Him. Before I could defend myself,, He responded “No, you are not You are speaking to everyone else but me.”

So I started to unload my fears, anger, and what-ifs to Him. I suddenly felt supernatural peace and dropped off to sleep. The next day I woke up and started to speak to my mountain.We go to everyone else about our issues and He needs to be the first one! Unload to Him first. Even it is about your anger towards Him and the injustices going on in your world. He can handle it. If you can’t start speaking to your mountain right out of the gate lay it at His feet. Get it up and OUT so you can start disputing the lies.

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The Love Seed

Friday ramble…..There is a middle-aged woman I will call “Milly”, who is a Messianic Jew. She can’t talk to her Jewish friends about her belief in Jesus nor her Christian friends about why she hasn’t just become a Christian. It’s been 20 years and no one really wants to hear Milly’s explanation, they just want her to choose a belief system that they feel comfortable with. Milly doesn’t ever want to talk about religion, she just wants to talk about how amazing her life is because she believes there is a power greater than herself. That’s it. If we can’t agree on doctrine, can we at least start by agreeing on the goodness of God? God or Godhead?

Years ago, I frequented a consignment shop. The owner, “Lisa”, was a Buddhist Jew. I wasn’t sure how that one worked and neither was she. Before her divorce, she was part of her husband’s “”Christian church” that was more like a cult. Dresses, no make-up, men are the ruler etc. When she left him, she left that version of God behind because it was too painful. For several years, the Holy Spirit would frequently send me to Lisa’s store to pray over people. “No, I have laundry to do! I need a shower! I ……” But He would put my shoes on and drive me over to the store, anyway. It got to the point, that when I would walk in Lisa would say “Girl, you are scaring me! I knew you were coming and they are in the back. One has the flu and the other has back pain!” Women would come into the store and start talking OUTLOUD about their health issues. Lisa saw numerous people healed over the years and I didn’t have to say one word about my non-denominational beliefs. Not to her or those who needed a touch from God. The power of God in action changes hearts. Not a list of man-made rules. Can we just let the Holy Spirit do His job?

God spoke to me several days before a group of us met two Muslim women (mother and daughter), after church. They did not want to attend our service but would meet us afterward for lunch. God told me the teenager was very creative, emotionally struggling, and used art to express her emotions. That she had a kind heart but felt misunderstood. He reminded me that I had an extra art kit filled with colored pencils and markers that I should give her. We had a lovely lunch with them and the young girl was visibly touched when I handed her the gift, but even more so when I relayed what God had told me about her and her future. There was no come to Jesus meeting or sinners prayer, just a love seed planted by the goodness of God. One plants, one waters and one harvests. Can we just love on people and not have conversion as our end goal?

This weekend….meet people where they are at with God’s love. That includes your family. No talk of politics, religion, or flu vaccines. Lamb or Ham…..just try to be nice 🙂 If you can’t be nice at least bring pie.

Or better yet share a story of God’s goodness in your life. Hard to argue with that.

Blessed Passover and Easter, peeps!