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!

I No Longer Live, But…..

I wrote this in 2017, 3 days after a car accident while in the hospital. I remember I did more ministry from a wheelchair in the three months I was laid up than I ever expected I would or could. God’s spirit isn’t limited by our physical, mental, or emotional limitations. Never worry about His ability to move thru you when He wants to. You’ll never miss the boat when He is steering.

So a lab tech just came in to take some blood from me. The tech emitted some sad, negative energy, so God gave me word of knowledge and some prophecy for her. I wanted to nod off while they took some blood from me, But God had some other plans instead. She took my hand and bowed her head as the Holy Spirit filled her tank with the good stuff! A good reminder that God still wants to love other people through you, no matter your circumstances.

I’m continually humbled by how much He loves his children. He’s always trying to reach us.

Galatians 2:20 NIV

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for m

Channeling For God?

I was on a live group chat yesterday when a Christian nurse began talking about trauma being held in the body that caused illness. She threw out that she practiced Reiki, chakras, channeling, etc. She was upset that her family and some friends didn’t accept this. I finally spoke up, “Some Christians have learned that these words are demonic or associated with the demonic. Why don’t you tell me what Reiki is to you?” She said, “I put my hands above a person’s body, ask God to tell me what is wrong with them, and then I ask to be a channel for God to heal this person. It’s all in your intent.”

I replied, “Well, your intent doesn’t sound demonic to me. If it says in the bible that as believers it is no longer I but Christ who lives in me, aren’t you already a channel for God? If you believe God can heal through you, you can just lay hands-on (or above) someone and release that. You don’t even need to say Reiki, chakras, channeling, etc. You could be turning some people off or away by the words regardless of your intent. We need to meet people where they are at.” Then I told her of a business I knew of that lost a lot of customers after they put up a flyer that they were hiring a Reiki master. The Christians fled. They didn’t stick around even to find out what it was. Like it or not, words are powerful as we have our meanings attached to them.

I added that I would never personally go somewhere for a “Reiki session” but that many people had prayed over me. She was obviously a caring professional with a huge heart to help others, but she kept arguing. I finally realized that she was emotionally attached to using these terms and getting others to accept them.

Rejection of these words was a rejection of her.

I recently bought a book by Cindy Jacobs that is currently lost somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle; I call my office. The book is about getting rid of our “Christian-ese” so we can reach more people. Stop using words like anointing, imparting, open portals (Ha), etc. Just be Jesus to the world.

Today I am going to be a calm redheaded Jesus to the world. I expect it to be pretty easy since I am not leaving my house. I am working on my book and not answering my phone.

God is still working on this Ginger channel.

5 Buck Cluck

I drove over to Sam’s Club to pick up a rotisserie chicken. I didn’t feel like cooking, and they were only $5. I circled the parking lot looking for an empty spot. I decided it was just too cold to get out of my car, and I was not in the mood to make the long trek to the back of the store to only buy one item. Especially just to save a couple of dollars.
Instead, I decided to drive over to a neighboring small store and pick up a couple of items. I was suddenly reminded of a class I took years ago from Curry Blake. Curry had us pray in tongues for an extended time and then enter a public place. You were to see who was drawn to you and who was repelled. I decided to pray in tongues on the 15-minute ride and see what happened. I was amazed at the people who stopped and smiled or spoke to me while I made my way through the store. I was also amused by those who turned around in the middle of an aisle and sped off. Like they couldn’t get away from me fast enough. No, I didn’t imagine it. I finally ended up at the deli and looked at their $6.99 chickens. Do I even want one now? I hate spending more than $5 as I never finish them all, anyway. “I’d buy one if I only had to pay $5”, I said out loud to no one in particular. Then I suddenly looked down and was surprised to see one marked down to $5. The skin was missing on one of the legs, hence the markdown. Great!
I pushed my cart to the parking lot and started to load the back of my SUV. It was super cold out, and I was not wearing a jacket. I was not looking forward to wheeling the cart down 8 car lengths to the corral. In my head, I said, “I wish someone would come along and offer to take my cart.” 30 seconds later, a woman, wearing a cotton Hijab and a very lightweight coat, walked by me and stopped. “It is so cold out; please let me take your cart as my car is parked next to a cart rack. How nice! She didn’t look very warm herself. I laughed” I just wished someone would offer to take my cart” She smiled. “Well, you should have wished for a million dollars, then.”

It is always an exciting adventure to see how tongues pull, repel and find DEALS. Try it this week to see what happens.