God’s Timing

When looking for a partner, I have read that you attract what you are rather than what you want. This means you will attract someone at an equal level of your current self-worth or your woundedness. It probably explains why a lot of relationships don’t work out. One person heals and then leaves the unhealed behind because they are no longer a fit.

But what if you could attract who you want or need, even if you are less than your best self? Hmmmmm

Years ago, I met a couple who had recently married. I asked how they had met, and they told me they had been friends for many years. One day they attended church together and, during communion, looked over at each other and realized that they were meant to be together and married two months later. Whoa! I know another couple who worked for the same restaurant chain but in different locations. They had met but hated each other. One day they collided at a work event, and both suddenly knew they were to be married and now have a houseful of kids. Hate to marriage vows? It sounds like the plot for every Hallmark movie I’ve ever seen!

Maybe God intervenes when it is His plan, and it doesn’t matter how much healing you need. It overrides anything in the natural.

Ten-plus years ago, it was common practice at conferences to tell all the sad, lonely singles to pray, write a list of traits you wanted in a mate, and tuck it away in a bible. You were calling those perfect mates into existence! Like a holy version of manifestation 🙂. You weren’t supposed to ask for a hot blonde or tall dark and …. but rather Godly traits. Ha!

So tonight, as I cleaned out some old books in my office, I found my Godly spouse wish list. It must have been at least 15 years old! I was surprised when I read through the 26 traits that every single one was my Dan! Every single one. Even down to the “much taller than me, brown hair and brown eyes.”

God wants to give you EVEN better than the desires of your heart. Maybe your timing isn’t right…..BUT HIS IS!

Just ask Beloved. Just ask.

Starbucks

It’s half priced cold brew at Starbucks today. Hate or love Starbucks I wasn’t going to miss out on a cheap brew! 

I ordered at the screen and reminded them it’s half priced Tuesday. ”Great! Yes we know! Pull ahead.” “Do I have to remind you at the window?” “Nope, come on up.”

So of course you know what happens. I drive back thru and ask them to credit me back on my app. I was super nice about it because my days of drive thru iced coffee blunder meltdowns are long gone.

A manager helped the young employee to credit me back as I smiled and patiently waited. This girl just stood back from the window and looked terrified. I think she was expecting me to turn into a Karen, start screaming and toss my drink at her. Too many Karen videos circulating lately of food fights at fast food pick up windows.

I’m too old to throw stuff or start screaming at strangers. Especially before my morning coffee kicks in 🙂

Be kind at the drive-thru!

Perfect Peace

Death in the family? Exposed to COVID? I was trying to think up a good lie to cancel my colonoscopy for the second time this year. “Lord, I’m worried; I just can’t handle any more crap :).” Big Sky Daddy laughs. “Who said it will be bad news?” I reluctantly put on my big girl pants, did the prep, and showed up 4 days later for my appointment.

“Adam,” my 20-something nurse tried to make small talk, but I was too terrified about more polyps showing up to be my chatty self. However, Big Sky Daddy started repeating, “He will get more training. He will feel more secure with more training.” Oh great. Adam is now going to pop an IV into a vein, and you tell me he needs more training? Nope this is all in my mind, and I think I am trying to distract myself from…….” training, training, training” Aggghhhh ok, ok Daddy God, you need to give me an opening if this is really you. Seconds later….

Adam: So, Jeanne, where do you live? I live close by, so it has been a BLESSING for me.
Me (Blessing?): Me too. God keeps telling me that you will get more training and feel much happier and more confident. Do you need training for something?”

Adam’s mouth dropped open, and I could see a light bulb had gone off. He doesn’t seem shocked that I gave him a word and thought it might be about ministry. He had found God a year ago, and it drastically changed his life. So much so that friends and family don’t know who he is anymore. Adam feels called to evangelism and wants more “training” in that area.

I continued with the word and told him that he also has a spiritual calling for evangelistic healing. He will lay hands on the sick, and they will be healed and turn their hearts to God. I told him about Praying Medic, and before I could consider how it might jeopardize his job, I asked him to pray over me.

Adam smiled, put his hand on my shoulder, and enthusiastically prayed that I have peace and a perfectly normal colon. He prayed for several minutes. Outloud! Even as staff walked by! I loved it. I calmed down, and moments later, an OR nurse came to retrieve me.

As Adam waved goodbye, I was glad I hadn’t lied my way out of the appointment. I would have missed this lovely gift today! Not only to openly share my faith with a stranger in a hospital setting but to go into a procedure I had dreaded unafraid and feeling God’s peace.

Thanks, Adam. You made my day perfect….inside and out 🙂

Remember To Ripple

A friend “Rita” once read a story on my blog about me giving a stranger a word from God in public. “What do you think they said later?”

“To God? Themselves? Or…”

“No, to like a friend or family member. Hell, I get excited when the person in front of me at Caribou buys my coffee. I tell everyone! I mean, don’t you ever wonder?”

“Hmmm, sometimes I wish I could be a fly on the wall. Not to pat me on the back, because I nailed it, but wondering if it affected their belief in God’s goodness. That He really understands them. Or that He sees better plans for them than they do for themselves. Most of the time, I don’t ever run into them again.”

I recently recalled that conversation after I ran into a server, “Peg,” that I had given a word to last month. I was at lunch with a large group when I looked up to see Peg helping our server bring our meals to the table. Peg gave me a huge smile, said hello, and then squeezed my shoulder and whispered, “Thank you!.” A friend who had been with me when I gave Peg a word remarked, “Oh! She remembered you. Well, you are kind of a hard person to forget.” I laughed “She didn’t really remember me; she remembered God’s word for her.”

That made my day. I want people to remember God and how it made them feel. We all travel an unsteady and unpredictable road at times. It makes it easier when we don’t feel invisible to God. That the God of this universe cares about us as individuals.

Never doubt that your stepping out to give a word, laying hands for healing, or just being kind doesn’t make an impact. It causes a ripple effect, just like a free coffee at Caribou.

This week, make it a point to be God’s boots on the ground.

Don’t think you make a difference? We all heal this world, one person at a time.

Have a great week, Beloveds!

A Listening Heart

The other day I was missing my car keys. “I just had them! I am such an airhead!” My eyes were suddenly drawn to a dresser in my bedroom. The top was covered by a mountain of books, hair products, and a large pile of clothes I had just taken out of the dryer. ”

“Nope, can’t be there. I just tossed clothes on it, and I would have noticed them.” As I started to leave my bedroom to search for a more likely place, I heard, “ We’ve already talked about this. Look in the first place that comes to you, even if it doesn’t make any sense. How many times did you find a misplaced item in a spot that you kept hearing in your heart, but it didn’t sound logical? Then when you finally gave up the search, you looked in the place that didn’t make sense… and there it was found! From now on, look there first. I turned around, lifted the clothes, and there were my keys.

As I wrote this, I heard,” This is the difference between hearing my voice in your head versus in your heart. Your head will try to persuade you by logic, but your heart will know the truth and propel you to obey. Which do you follow? I will always lead you in the right direction, but you will get there more quickly and without stress if you can hear me in your heart first.”

“How do I do that, Big Sky Daddy?”

“Slow down and stop trying to do everything by yourself. “

“That’s it?”

“Trust.”

“I trust you.”

“No, you need to trust yourself that you really do hear me.”

And the beat goes on…….

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Pro Choice?

Why is it only a baby if you want one?

I regret my abortion. It was many years ago and I bought the big lie that it was only a blob of cells. I was afraid and thought abortion was the only solution to my situation. Blob of cells? It’s legal? Let’s go!

If you think being pro-choice is supporting women’s rights you just bought another big lie.

I numbed my guilt, shame, remorse, etc. for years with drugs and alcohol. Subconsciously, I was trying to kill myself too. Do you think I was the only woman who handled my decision this way?

The several women I know who are “in your face” pro-choice have never had an abortion. One even has 4 kids! She said to me several times, “Was it really so bad? Look at all the things you got to do because you didn’t have children.” WTH? Look at what I missed out on too. I finally said, “Well, which of your children would you have eliminated so you could have done more things?” Crickets. It’s only a baby when you want one. Or FOUR.

But what about women who will be forced to have illegal back-alley abortions? If a woman really wants an abortion she will find a safe one. Don’t buy that lie either.

The biggest lie of them all? It’s only a baby when you want one.

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Always Speaking

“Where are we going?” I asked. “Never mind. Just drive!”, snapped the stranger. “I’ll tell you when to turn.” I glanced back at his sister, a person I hardly knew, from my apartment complex. She just nodded and gave me a look that said better do what he says. I felt ill. You know that fearful little knot in your stomach that tells you that something just ain’t right. So I gripped the steering wheel, as he directed my route as thru downtown Hopkins. ” Ok, pull over here.” The stranger pulled out a large roll of bills and flashed an eerie smile that I will never forget. He peeled off a ten and threw it down on the seat before he disappeared into an alley between a row of buildings.

His sister climbed into the front seat “Forget about this and forget where you dropped him off.” WTH? What just happened? I was too shocked to ask, and we rode home in silence.
After I dropped the sister off, I went into my apartment complex office to look for my friend Mardie, who was the manager. “Why did you ask me to give Bonnie and her brother a ride? It felt creepy.” Mardie lit up a cigarette and motioned for me to sit down. “Because he broke out of prison and needed a ride somewhere. I didn’t want to do it, and Bonnie didn’t want to harbor him. She went with him so he wouldn’t harm you.” “WHAT??!!! Why wouldn’t you tell me that?” Mardie responded,” Would you have given him a ride if you knew?”

That was 30 years ago, and God brought it to my memory this weekend. See, I wasn’t a Christian back then, and He wanted to remind me that He has always been speaking to me. Always. I could have avoided a lot of trauma and drama in my life if I had known that. Known Him. Believed in Him. Trusted in Him.

I clearly recall that when Mardie phoned me for the favor, something in me said no. I felt in my gut that something was wrong. She called me 3-4 more times, and each time it was a LOUD NO in my heart. I finally gave in because she could be relentless when she wanted something.

God said “You didn’t believe in me back then, and I was still speaking to you. I was warning you. I talk to all of my children. Believers and unbelievers. Some may call it a hunch or intuition. All the same, it is I. How much more will my children hear me if they open their eyes and ears to the fact that I desire to speak to them more than they want to hear. When you choose to hear me and seek to hear me, I am able to better keep you from harm’s way and guide your steps. Fearful is the man who does not trust my voice. ” “Yes, Lord. That is very true. I experience less fear when I choose to add you into my life, and it runs so much smoother. Less drama and pain.”

Wow. My life has changed. A lot! How many murders, robberies, rapes, etc. happen because we are in the wrong place at the wrong time because we chose NOT to listen? Think about it. How many blame God for evil and say He allowed it for some extraordinary reason that we will only know about in Heaven? He loves his children too much for that.

Listen. Listen. Today help me to choose to LISTEN.

His Heart

I meet up with my friend Rick, a fellow redhead, frequently for coffee or lunch. Rick never minces words and I can always depend on him when I am looking for honesty or a swift kick in the back pockets.

I recently told him I have been getting a lot of WOK (word of knowledge) and prophecy for people. A few friends but mostly strangers. He reminded me that it might be because I finally accepted it as normal. Normal? Rick has told me numerous times that it is a part of me that I don’t need to scrutinize or push away and it might just be finally sinking in that I am hearing Him correctly.

I often tell Big Sky Daddy that if “this” is not from Him, to just take it away. Not only the words but the desire to share them. Then I realize I don’t ever have a conscious desire to do this. Especially not with strangers. Nor my doctors. Nor home repair techs, Pastors, or Police Officers. Y’all might not believe this, but I am not as extroverted as I might appear to be.

Years ago, I had someone tell me that I needed to read people’s mail or basically expose their hidden sins, or I wasn’t helping to redeem them. If I told them what God loves about them or how He envisions their future, I wasn’t moving them forward. I told her that God doesn’t speak to me like that about people. Besides, doesn’t Romans 2:4 talk about the goodness of God is what leads man to repentance? If God does have a word of correction the person will be convicted in their own heart. He doesn’t need me to shout it from the housewares aisle in Target.

So, of course, the negative voice in my head continues to recall this conversation and tells me I am doing it all wrong. But then my heart wins out and tells me that God loves His children so much that He wants to speak thru anyone who will share His good news. HIS GOOD NEWS, peeps.

Can you see why those who don’t know God are afraid of Christians? I recall years ago, meeting a group of people for lunch on a Sunday. A friend teasingly greeted me with “Hello Pastor, I hope lunch is on you today.” A young couple also waiting in line, heard this, suddenly looked rattled, and quickly turned around with their backs to me. I thought “Whoa! Did you all have pre-marital sex last night! Ha! Or what are you feeling guilty about? 🙂.” There was an obvious strong reaction to hearing someone called a religious title and it wasn’t joy.

Be the reason people want to know more about Big Sky Daddy. Be LOVE. Be HIM.

Birthday Blessings

I woke up depressed on my birthday and wasn’t sure why. I wanted to stay under the covers but my twin and 2 other sisters had planned to meet for lunch. “You pick the place, Jeanne” didn’t make leaving my bed any more appealing.

We met at a local restaurant and the server had to circle back several times to get our order as we were too busy talking to concentrate on the menu. “I’m depressed!” I wailed. My sister Kathy laughed ” That’s nothing new. You say that every year on your birthday.”

Big Sky Daddy then started to download a word for the server, “Gee, can I at least have my birthday off?” Ha! He continued to repeat the word so I knew it wasn’t an option. I told my sisters that I had a word for the server and they suggested I go up and give it to her in private. It was 2:30PM, the lunch rush was over and the place was empty.

I approached her” Hey, excuse me. I’m in ministry and God is giving me a word for you. He tells me you have a big sweet sensitive heart. People like to dump their problems on you and you are a really good friend.” Her eyes welled up with tears and God continued to acknowledge the struggles she had this past year and that relationships were healing along with her bank account. Her mouth dropped open as God spoke through me, and when He was done, I returned to my group.

A while later, she came to the table and handed us our bill. “Thanks, ladies!” Then turned to me and said, “And I really want to thank you too.” She smiled at me and I could tell Big Sky Daddy had brought her some encouragement and peace that day. Me? It was a great gift and I forgot why getting a year older was depressing.

We were created for supernatural living. To be a light to the world WHILE we are in the world. Once you get to heaven you’ll just be enjoying Jesus.

Praying that you and I never miss an opportunity here to be that light……