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.

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.

By-eeeee

Many years ago, my very wise older sister Kathy stopped me cold mid-rant and said, “Do you need permission? “

What? “

“Do you need permission not to involve yourself with this person anymore? I permit you to stop subjecting yourself to this person’s abuse. I give your permission to end the friendship.”

I was dumbfounded at first and then relieved! I ended my relationship that day and said goodbye to the drama. I just needed someone to say that it was okay to do so because I couldn’t help myself. Ever feel like that?

Why is it that sometimes we hang on to old stuff, new stuff, or even someone else’s stuff that isn’t working for us? Why do we feel we have to continue to struggle to make things work? Or to fix things? Especially with people who are crazy-making companions at best? Sometimes it takes too much energy to pretend someone’s behavior is, well…normal. So why do we do it? Because there is something inside us that wants to complete something that we started. Cross the T’s. Dot the i’s. Finish off the chips. Make sense of it all.

Sometimes it is good to finish everything we started, and sometimes it is just plain wrong. Can anyone hear me out there about this? God isn’t expecting us to fix anyone or any situation. Only He can do that. You aren’t a failure if you can’t or don’t want to hang in there to see something through that was never your burden to bear in the first place. Sometimes it starts out good, and we don’t see the crazy card until we are well into the game. Or sometimes we have shared too much of our secrets or given up too much of ourselves to another person and dread what would happen if all of this ended. Abruptly. What would we lose? Or what would be exposed? So we hang on to something that should have been cut off years ago, worrying about our reputations and our other 6 degrees of separation and hang on to madness to protect ourselves.

But if you can’t fix something, you also can’t protect yourself if someone decides to GO there for whatever reason. I have people who still talk about me from years ago. Now, I call it free publicity.

Don’t worry. I give you all permission today to stop anything that isn’t working for you. I promise you God will pick up the pieces and make wrong out of right. If He is for you anyone who is against you will not win in the end!

Life here on earth is way too short to throw pearls before swine. Give it up and give it to God. Tell the person you are taking a break and giving it a rest. An indefinite pause. Time to let go of the lies, abuse, and negativity. Time to let go of someone or something that is holding you up or holding you back.

Time to break the news. Even if that person you are breaking it to is yourself.

Listen And ……

Jesus came to earth to show us how to be a son. He heard his Father’s voice and stepped out in the direction he was being called in. He didn’t need to go to a seminar or run it by a committee. He heard. He obeyed. Period.

He knew the Father’s truth. And that truth was based in love. He knew Daddy God wanted to heal, save and deliver. Always. Then Jesus listened to what to do next.

God’s truth has not changed today. But the problem is that people want to treat it like a formula. Do x, x x, and you will get y. Great. But how’s that working for you?

But in the bible, Jesus never healed or performed miracles in the same way twice. He heard the Father and obeyed. The way it went down was very personal and unique to the individual who received it. Not that God’s truth about healing was different, but the way it was administered and received was.

Why? Cause His kids are all different. And I believe it was one more way to show the recipient that God knew them. Really knew them. Otherwise, Jesus would have used spit and mud on everyone. Think about it.

🙂 Remember that when you minister. What is God saying to you to do? Or to say? Or to…..

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.

Holy Grounds

It’s been a rough couple of days still waiting for a call back on my CT scan. Fighting fear. Up late and sleeping late. I drove to a Starbucks to get a Trenta Cold Brew. Love or hate Starbucks, their Cold Brew makes me extremely happy.

As I went through the very long drive-thru, I called my friend Jim to talk about being fearful and how I was tired of medical issues. That lately, regardless of speaking to my mountain, I can’t seem to hear God nor hold on to peace for very long. That this is all triggering trauma for me. Not only from memories of Dan’s health fight but also my own recent “adventures.”

I told Jim I was surprised I even had any fear. Looking back, God has been faithful and had my back even when I didn’t deserve it. Shouldn’t I be trusting and at peace 24/7? Terrible feeling like a hypocrite when you minister to others about God’s goodness.

As I rambled on about trust, no trust, and how I shouldn’t be spending retirement money on coffee, I suddenly became annoyed at the car in front of me. It was apparent they had forgotten they were in a “moving” line, and in my head, I was yelling, “Pull up! Pull up!”

I continued to complain to Jim as I watched this vehicle finally reach the takeout window. I saw the “bucker,” as I call their employees, start to hand them out my Cold Brew but then pull it back. “WTH? Don’t be handing out my drink to those slowpoke strangers!”

Now I am really annoyed. When I finally reached the window, the bucker said, “The car in front of you bought your drink.” WHAT? I’m still talking to Jim and can’t hear her. “They paid for your drink!” I tell Jim, and he laughs, “God’s trying to tell you everything will be okay .”I smiled. He’s got this! God knows His girl loves Starbucks and Tulips. Free Starbucks! Maybe when I get home, my Tulips will have opened. It had been over a week, and they were still hiding.

Later that night, I looked over at my tulips, and they had literally bloomed while I was out that day. Then the memory of the free drink hit me like a sack of Holy Spirit bricks. I broke down and just started sobbing because I could feel His heart for me. I couldn’t settle down to actually hear Him say “no worries,” so He had to find another way to get my attention.

Then today, He prompted me to turn to K-LOVE radio in my car instead of making calls like I usually do. I can’t even tell you the last time I listened to any music in my vehicle. God spoke directly to me thru every song. He sang sweet reminders to me of trust, provision, and His goodness. A perfect playlist He had created just for me.

Has He ever communicated to you in a fashion you didn’t expect? When you just couldn’t hear Him in a way you are familiar with? Comfortable with? Even when we aren’t seeking Him, He tries to get our attention. His words may just be delivered in a way you’d never expect.

I don’t have all the answers, but He does, and I feel at peace.

Good Word

Rob Grove

Food for Thought – February 12, 2022.
Good Morning Beautiful People: Start out your Saturday by not being pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart and pursue them with great vigor. Don’t be afraid of your fears. They’re not there to scare you. They’re there to let you know that something is worth it, worth the effort, worth the time and worth the fortitude.

Let us not forget that if we want to forget something or someone, never hate it, or never hate him/her. Everything and everyone that you hate is engraved upon your heart; if you want to let go of something, if you want to forget, you cannot hate. Every day, we have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter.

Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don’t even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets! It’s time to put an end to this and start loving those that show you’re a priority and not just an option.

It’s time to give love to those who give love to us through their actions. It’s time for us to let ourselves be loved. Take responsibility going forward for your own happiness, never put it in other people’s hands. Accept yourself, love yourself, and keep moving forward.

Lastly always remember this simple saying “If you want to fly, you have to give up what weighs you down.”💜💜💜

Elvis Has Left The Building

5 pm: I parked my car and walked slowly toward the nursing home entrance. I wanted to pray over my cousin Susie and wasn’t sure how my Auntie Evonne and several other family members would react. I decided I would just pray quietly so it wouldn’t offend anyone.

I introduced myself to the first nurse I saw and told her I was looking for my aunt. She flashed me a huge smile “Oh you just missed them! They left for dinner 20 minutes ago, but they’ll be back.”

Yay! I’m alone and can pray in tongues now!

“Ok. I’d like to see my cousin Susie Johnson. What room is she in?”

“Hmmm I don’t think she is here. I think she is gone, but let me check her room”

As I waited for the nurse to return, I glanced down both long hallways looking for the residents. It was so quiet that I figured they must all be in the dining room.

The nurse reappeared from her room with an armful of towels “ Yes. She’s gone.”

“Gone? For dinner?”

The nurse smiled ” No, no ….as in passed on. I think she left right after your aunt did, but you can go in and see her if you want. Room 102” Then she turned around and walked away.

I was like WTH? Nurse Jackie had just said “gone” like my cousin was only temporarily preoccupied . Like maybe away dining on some gravy lathered mystery meat. Or in the shower. I then got on my phone and called my aunt and cousins to tell them that sadly Elvis had already left the building. Evonne replied “ Ok, well we haven’t ordered yet so it will be awhile” What? Was I the only one distressed?

After the calls, I walked into Susie’s room and laid my hands on her feet and briefly prayed. I didn’t know about dead raising back then so I didn’t stay long. When I finished my prayers I then apologized that I hadn’t gotten their earlier.

As I walked out Nurse Jackie waved to me and called out” Have a nice evening ! I’ll tell Evonne you were here!”

Today, I relayed this old story to my cousin Susie’s brother Tom and we both started laughing! Like hysterically laughing! Isn’t that terrible! He said “they must see so much death that it no longer affects them.” Maybe.

I still wish I would have gotten there earlier. Time here is short. Please never pass up an opportunity to pray with someone. Or tell them you and Big Sky Daddy loves them. Even if it’s by phone or text. Some day we will all leave the building and only the living will have regrets.

Make it a great week peeps!

Wasted

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.