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.

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……

How My Daddy Rolls

Notes to myself:

God doesn’t give you more than you can bear. Ever heard this?

This specific verse isn’t actually in the bible. Usually, when I hear someone use this phrase they are equating it with some struggle or setback. As in “God gave me that sickness, pain, debt or horrible spouse/boss for my own good.” Suck it up! It will make you a better person. What?! God does not send us ill will or bad mojo! It is God’s will to give us good things. James 1:17.

If anything, God may not give us more GOOD things that we can’t handle at the moment! He is all about timing. Your dreams, work, or relationships not moving fast enough for you? Might be because there is some truth to be revealed or the growing up you need to do first. Next time something doesn’t happen fast enough (or at all) remind yourself that it might be in your best interest! Like that crazy person, you thought you could never live without, who is now gladly someone else’s headache. 🙂 You might want to just park it and stop striving instead of quickly trying to find the Jezebel spirit behind everything. 🙂

If you still want to believe that God doesn’t give you more than you can bear why not think of it in the positive? That you don’t need to bear anything alone and that you weren’t meant to. Any situation you go thru can be directed, mentored, or facilitated by the Holy Spirit!

Just sharing my thoughts on why I haven’t won Power Ball yet.

First Class

Years ago, I frequently flew for work and vividly recalled the first time I upgraded to First Class. After settling into my seat, I looked around at the rest of the passengers and tried to imagine what job title gave them the privilege of an overpriced seat. Everyone was starched and suited up, and I figured they were all CEOs or higher ups on the cooperate ladder. Most looked like they were preoccupied with work or getting caught up on sleep, so I leaned back, opened up my newspaper, and pretended that I belonged there too.

A flight attendant quickly started doting on me, “You look chilled, ma’am” She handed me a blanket and offered me coffee. I smiled, nodded, and thought, “Ahh……yes, I do belong here. Yes, I do!”

Moments later, a man rushed in and pointed to the empty window seat next to me.

He said, “Excuse me, I need to get in there as I think that is my seat.” I was somewhat annoyed as he did not wait for me to move out of the way and quickly scrambled over me and buckled up. This didn’t seem like any kind of class behavior to me, and I returned to my reading, silently hoping he wasn’t a talker. Too late.

He exclaimed loudly, “Hey, isn’t this great to be upgraded! I have never had this happen to me before. I wonder if we get free drinks and stuff.” I pretended not to hear him and acted like he was talking to someone else. Finally, I peered over the top of my newspaper and gave him a look that said, “Hush, peasant, you are disturbing the queen.”

This did not deter him. He continued to prattle on as if he had just won the lottery and wanted me to join in with him gleefully. I thought, “Dang! He is blowing my cover!” Was it that obvious that I was not one of the regulars in First Class? Was it that apparent that I was not one of the beautiful, classy, and important people surrounding us? 🙂

My facial expression must have clearly shown my irritation because he suddenly looked embarrassed and abruptly stopped talking mid-sentence.

“Oh, I suppose you must fly First-Class all the time.” It took every ounce of my momentary upgraded self not to say, “Why, yes. Yes, I do!” But, I leaned over and whispered, “Nope. My first time too. Just look annoyed and entitled, and you will get quicker service.” We both laughed, and for the rest of our flight, we pretended to be ‘SOMEBODY.’

As children of God, we are His chosen First Class. We didn’t get upgraded just because we became believers. We are in a special seat because we are His beloved creation. It is the acknowledgment of that truth that moves a person from a seat in the back to a place up front.

We never have to pretend or figure out how to act to fit into His section. God’s way of living allows a person to relax and enjoy the complimentary accommodations of His love, mercy, forgiveness, and acceptance. There are free seats available for anyone who makes the decision to sit there.

Along with First Class perks, you also get the best flight attendant ever. His name is the Holy Spirit, and He will help you along your journey. His faithfulness prepares the way, keeps you safe, and supplies all your needs, sometimes even before you ask. Like coffee and a blanket!

Feeling grateful today for an undeserved yet freely given First Class seat…..care to join me?

Fly Away God

When I switched over phones I told “Derek” I needed to make sure it saved my voicemails. I explained to him that I had saved many voicemails from my Dan and that he had died a year ago. I was still too sad to play them but knew someday I would want to hear Dan’s voice again. “No problem. Let’s make sure they are backed up.”

Derek then started telling me how when his father died, he went to great lengths to hang on to his accounts and how he could get into all of them except one. Then one day it came to him, out of the blue, that his father had used Derek’s birthdate as the password. Out of the blue, eh?

Then he asked if I had the time he would like to tell me another story about his father. His father had died and he flew back home, to the southwest, for the funeral. Derek said he was not spiritual but 3 eagles had come to his mother’s house that day and would not leave. When he finally went outside, the eagles stared at Derek, as to get his attention, then finally flew off. It was eerie! His uncle told him that eagles were a sign from the spirit or creator that they were now protecting the mother’s house since the father had died. ” I’m not spiritual, but that was very healing. Wow, I have no idea why I am telling you all of this stuff.”

I started to tear up and I got Holy Ghost goosebumps. “I believe that God or spirit or the creator was showing you a sign. That’s so beautiful. I’m a minister and I believe God or the Creator is telling me that you…… and then I gave him a word.

You could see he was visibly touched by the words God spoke through me and nodded in recognition of some struggles pointed out. God is a big daddy. He knows when people are saying Creator, it’s Him. He created all. Right? We don’t need to correct or word police and just need to meet unbelievers where they are. Plant seeds. Plant. Don’t push. Derek just experienced God first hand. That is miraculous fertilizer!

As I was leaving he said, “thank you so much, I think this is the most favorite customer conversation I have ever had.” Yes. I bet. Big Sky Daddy knows how to work a room!

Meet people where they are at and trust that they will be led to ALL truths. The Holy Spirit is a big boy and sometimes even shows up as an eagle.

Yes, I said that. Don’t y’all now be coming for me.

Keys To The Kingdom

I like to sit in a big comfy chair in my living room and drink coffee. Ok, I eat meals there too. I call it my dining chair! I also lay a blanket over it. Why? Because I am a messy eater and it absorbs any spills before it permanently adheres to my adult high-chair.

Last week, I misplaced my car keys and had to use my spare set. For days, I looked everywhere for them. It kept crossing my mind to look under the snack catcher blanket. But logically it could not be there. As fluffy as I am, I’d know if I was sitting on them! They’d be stabbing me in the back pockets!

Where could they logically be? I checked; jacket pockets, kitchen drawers, under my bed, on the floor, and through pants in the dirty clothes hamper. I kept thinking of all of the places they could be hiding. The only thing that kept coming back was the chair. No. No. No. Besides, I am too comfy to get up out of the chair to look. God just tell me where they are!

Finally, last night after I tore through everything again, I lifted up the dang blanket, and there they were. I had been sitting on them all this time….but you knew that was coming!

Now, why couldn’t I just look there in the first place? God quickly reminded me of how many times I had asked Him for help but the initial answer sounded illogical. Or too simple. Or maybe just too worldly. Like not woo woo enough. So I would set out to help myself, hoping that I would recognize when God was landing the answer in my lap.

As much as we think we are giving it all to Him and expecting Him to answer, we are really looking for a solution that sounds doable in this world. Allowable for where we are at. Something that makes sense or is in the realm of OUR CENTS. Or we may have learned not to take the first answer that comes along. Why? Because it’s probably from satan. That is some new baby Christian advice we need to forget!

Next time, look under your blanket first and remind me to do, as well. God ain’t holding out on you and satan is too busy running this country.

Comparisons


Ever see someone who looks like a person from your past and it triggers a memory? Today, I drove by one of those triggers that I will call Rhonda. Rhonda was a close friend and we had a lot in common. Including our struggle with excess weight even though she was a size smaller than I was. When you are talking plus sizes that difference isn’t just an un-noticeable 10 lbs. Rhonda eventually moved away and lost touch.

One day, I get this call from Rhonda and after several minutes of catching up, she said ” I had a bad dream last night. I dreamt you were…..” I laughed “That I was dead?” I rarely remember my dreams and she was always analyzing hers. She sounded agitated “No, but” She took a long pause and I was like “What?” ” I dreamt that you were…” “What?????” “I dreamt that you were smaller than me. Are you?” WTH! I laughed “Nope, still fat and sassy.”

She was distraught thinking I may have become smaller and that prompted the call? Did she not have anything else going on in her life to feel good about? Why does our self-esteem always have to be in comparison to others? As a Christian or a mature adult, you may think you are way beyond that. But are you? When you are feeling low do you get critical of others just to not feel so critical about yourself? When we feel good about ourselves we tend to just let others be… well JUST be.

When we compare we can stay comfortable where we are at. Comparison, where we come out the winner, makes us feel like we have accomplished something. Or at the least haven’t slipped back. And staying in the safe middle is always better than a step back or a faulty or failed foot forward. I recall a rep I had who was dying of lung cancer. She was a heavy smoker and thin as a rail. After she found out she was terminal she told me” Well at least I’m not fat like my sisters who can never stay on a diet.” Well ok. Sibling rivalry right up to the end.

The only comparison we should be making is; have we moved on from our old man? Do we see who we are in Christ? Who does our new man look like on us? Are we there? Kinda there? Or moving at least forward towards believing, speaking, and behaving as God sees us?

As I thought about this today, Big Sky Daddy said to me: “It’s time to stop looking in your rearview mirror and everyone else’s.” 🙂

God made you uniquely you! Work on living your best life and version of yourself now.

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No Degree Necessary

Religion or the religious mindset insists that there is only one way to reach people. You, in your amazing unique self, will reach people that I never will. And vice versa!

People are more touched by your relationship with God and how He is working in your life than how many verses or Bible you have memorized.

Stop thinking you need to KNOW more to DO more. Share your story.

Be real. Not religious.

A Prison Of Our Own Making

Years ago, the Holy Spirit prompted me to go to a clothing store I frequented. I wasn’t in the mood to shop but knew HE probably had something else in mind as that usually is the case. Several moments after entering the store so did an older woman named G, whom I had prayed for several months earlier. She had a cold then and was too weak to shop until Jesus blew some life into her. She started complaining about a handful of issues, and I offered to pray again. “Well, it is all a part of life, and I think it is good that I learn to deal with all of my issues! But please pray for me again as the last time it helped.” I smiled and thought, “OK God, so this is why you had me drive over.” Easy! So I prayed for her, and a heartbeat later, G, the store owner, and I started talking about abortions.

It was one of those Holy Spirit directed rabbit trails. G defiantly tells me that she believes we need to hang on to the abortion option. It saves lives. HUH? Whose life? G is 70 and tells me she has had three abortions, and they all took place during her marriage. Her daughter was a nightmare to deal with, and she believes their lives would have been ruined to have had any more children. Her husband, a Catholic, is still having a hard time with it. “How about you?” I asked. I had worked in a post-abortive ministry, and I have never met a post-abortive woman who did not need some kind of healing. G said ” They happened, and it was for the best, and in fact, I brought my daughter in to have one too. I felt like it was the right thing to do, but she defiantly became pregnant again and is now living with the father. My husband and I were unhappy about that, but you know this little granddaughter has become the love of our lives.”.
Wow! For the next 20 minutes, we talked about her three abortions. She belongs to a liberal church that she claims supports abortion as an option. She believes she does not feel any shame, guilt, or anger about her actions.
“Can I pray for you for this?”
G replied, “I don’t see how it would help but sure, go ahead.”
So I silently laid my hands on G, and as the Holy Spirit touched her heart, she started to cry.
I said, “God loves you G.”
G”Yes I know, but I feel so terribly sad.”
“Yes, G, you are probably grieving the loss of your children.”

I gave her the information for Rachel’s Vineyard and suggested she attend a retreat with her daughter. “G, I don’t care if you are 70! You can still heal over this! It is never too late!”

Don’t forget to pray over people for emotional issues, past mistakes, or failures. You may not think it is as important as praying over someone for physical problems, but a sick heart full of condemnation, guilt, or anger hurts the body. I have seen a lot of post-abortive women who have not found healing subconsciously try to destroy themselves. A sick heart can turn into a sick body and sick choices in life. Choices that continue to propel you backward. Choices that put you in a prison of your own making. Why? I think it is because we falsely believe it is safer to “punish” ourselves than to be consciously aware of our irrational fear of eternal punishment. Besides, if we have a horrible life, it really does mean we are sorry. God does not want you to live this way no matter what you have done!

I feel like someone needs to read this who has had an abortion. Or maybe many abortions. You need to know that God loves you and has forgiveness for you. You have made no mistake that is bigger than God’s love for you! God can help you not only forgive yourself and all that were involved, but He can heal that sadness that you feel. Heal that hole in you that you feel can not ever be filled. Jesus can make beauty from ashes! At any age and any stage in your life! Accept His love and forgiveness.

New Beginnings

Allow God to create and begin something NEW in your life this week. Something new in you AND through you.

Regardless of what’s going on around you.

Tough year kids. Can’t go back. Or look back. New doesn’t go back. New only goes forward.

God lead me into your plan for me! A plan that feeds my soul, fills my heart and is life giving to others.

Amen!