Month: February 2023

I’m weeping a bit today. It’s okay. I need to vent some periodically.

It was on Monday that Ed and I were headed to Arizona—but on his way to get spruced up for the trip, a haircut, he slipped and fell badly on the ice, fracturing his elbow.

When we were to be going through security we were sitting in the Emergency Room in Buffalo, Minnesota, an hour away from the airport.

The ER doctor first said that surgery was expected, but that was amended to “Wait, and let’s see.”

After the week of quiet rest at home I thought to myself that I could have flown myself to Arizona, but that never occurred to me during the process. It was an afterthought. I’m still too much a “mom” to my 24 year old. Oh well.

I miss my cousin in Arizona, and I had looked forward to the trip for years.

Thankfully I’ve been blessed to see her here in Minnesota several times in the midst of my crisis. She was my medicine. She was my stalwart support at my brother’s death, my husband’s death, my dad’s death. She was there for me. God gifted her to me many years ago.

I’m thankful.

I got vouchers from Sun Country, and for that I’m grateful. I can anticipate another trip when the planets align again.

For now we weathered a snow “event” and we are still not fully shoveled and plowed out. Maybe I’m weeping about that too.

My husband used to be practically manic getting us back to the norm after snow. He was legendary. Now we wait for temps to rise above freezing. Nature takes its course. Cherie helps, too, especially shoveling out Grandma next door.

Last night we saw “Jesus Revolution” and I’m a bit sad today, perhaps because of that. My niece’s song was the soundtrack during the part at the end where the “real” photos and facts about the story ran. “You got a Friend in Jesus”

The film was laced with Hollywood Illuminati stuff, but the story about Chuck Smith is worth telling. There are several men of God that emerged from this Jesus movement.

As someone who has been a Jesus Freak for decades I watch and see what God is doing worldwide—or what the enemy is doing.

Inevitably there will be true fruit from any flash in the pan movement. Asbury revival event included. Who am I to decry the work of the Spirit? Not doing it.

Though I see that trend as temporary and full of error I will not bash it.

God works in mysterious ways. If some can come to Gospel Truth through any means (and many have!) I will applaud it. I particularly think of Sadhu Sundar Singh, one of my favorite people of all time. I can’t wait to meet him in heaven.

Find stuff in the archives of libraries about him. It’s all been put in storage, but it’s worth calling up from the basement shelves. Fascinating stuff. God is great. He’s not bound by western culture, either.

There are always those of us tapping our pencils at doctrine and theology, waiting for those deeper arguments to surface, defining and honing faith.

My journey is between me and God, and I am not the judge of anyone else.

I prefer to retreat, pray, and watch the Holy Spirit open up the eyes of those who will truly see. The emotional bandwagon is something I’ve known and cherished.

It isn’t where it’s at, though.

The deeper faith is abiding. The deeper faith can know in the darkness of the pain of this world.

The deeper faith is sustaining and a treasure. No persecution, no death, no discouragement—–no pain can snatch it.

We are called to go and make disciples. We’re called to preach. I am a woman. I can do this, too, even if I cannot be a pastor.

Beautiful are the feet of them that bring good news.

I want beautiful feet.

MARANATHA!

It’s been years since I got to fly south in the winter, but this year I get to go twice.

Blessings.

I spent two days in Orlando, Florida, soaking up the sun and reconnecting with my dear friend who was a bridesmaid at our wedding. She actually was instrumental in bringing my husband and me together.

We had a lot to talk about, her six kids, my five kids, our parents, life stuff. Two days of continuous conversation = HEALING.

Now I get to go south again, to my “medicine,” to Arizona and my cousin who always makes me laugh. Laughter and sunshine, a dose of happiness that should set me up for March (which is always bleak in Minnesota) and April (which is always a wild card here).

I found bargain-basement airfare, so I’m twice blessed.

Isn’t life as a believer fascinating?

It isn’t a bed of roses, a cake walk, or sunny paths, but it IS interesting. Full of grief and pain, mistakes and darkness, yet there is always a ray of light and hope in the bad.

I’ve been clinging to that ray. There is hope.

Are you watching the spiritual stuff that is going on these days? I am.

Since I am always skeptical I wait and watch. Are people testing the spirits? I would never grieve the Holy Spirit by denying His power, and I’d be careful to denounce anything that I don’t fully understand. I know that God works in mysterious ways, and I, as a dispensationalist, have an understanding of interpretation that may not fit the current scenario. I’m talking theology here.

Yet I watch.

God is doing amazing things in these last days. People are being called to Him, snatched from the fire, in these latter days.

Cults and movements will always be around—the proof of the pudding is in the eating. Those of us who cling to Christ alone, who know His Word, who wait patiently for His coming for decades —-we can watch and pray as we see things coming to a head.

Whom do you trust?

I trust my Father in heaven. Can I trust anyone else, really?

When trust has been broken more than a few times it becomes really hard to trust anyone. I admit that my circumstances have shaken my trust in God! Why, God?

Yet underlying this admission I know He is still at work, still my God, still powerful and able. He can turn my issues into a fragrance. He can turn my ugliness into stunning beauty. He is still the pinhole of light that brings shape to the objects of my life in the darkness.

I will still trust Him.

God is still working. He is patient. He loves us. GOD IS LOVE.

Remember this. It may get you through this day.

Sunshine is coming.

Jesus is coming.

MARANATHA

I saw a clip from Amir about the upcoming Tribulation. He says stuff so succinctly. This YouTube clip hasn’t been posted yet, but watch it when you can.

We believers need not fear. Fret NOT. Psalm 37!

Those that need to be snatched from the fire need PRAYER.

Do you have a list?

I do. I know people who need to be snatched for Christ, snatched from the puppet-masters, snatched from the fire. I pray for all of them daily. I keep pictures on my phone’s wall paper of those needing snatching, in my truck, around my house. When I see them I PRAY!

Lord, snatch them! Time is so short!

There are those that are supposedly in the fold, but they are blind to the beast system that is parroting true Christ-centered faith.

Wake up! Test the spirits!

The Laodicean church is in full force today. The devil lets it go its powerless way. WAKE UP!

Such an interesting thing happened to someone who knew my dad. She was fretting about what is going on in the world. A man came to her door and said “Read Psalm 37.”

He was with another man who (she says) looked exactly like my dad. She knew my dad had died. The two turned away from the door and drove off in a nice car (smile!–My dad loved cars.)

FRET NOT! READ PSALM 37.

It is the last days, and stranger things are about to commence.

I cannot explain this occurrence with this woman, but I know we are to be looking up, to not be anxious, and to be WATCHING.

We are going to be meeting each other in the air! How exciting.

I’ve been trying to connect with people from east Asia for the past year. It goes hand in hand with my new job as staff with the Tai Initiative. I’ve had to immerse myself in Asian culture to be able to connect with that part of the world.

A billion people live in China.

Are you praying?

Prayer is incredibly powerful. I’ve been able to have connections with people I never dreamed of meeting. Fascinating!

WE are in the world, but not of it. Watch and pray.

Come Lord Jesus. Even so, come quickly!

Have you looked up Chris Pinto and his stuff yet? You need to get his stuff on the Jesuits.

I follow David Bass on Facebook and YouTube. He has done loads of research on the Beast System.

Please take 20 minutes to watch his film that I posted below.

As you know I’ve stopped watching the news, but I keep tabs on things in the world through Twitter and other means. I have been “overnewsed,” and I know from reading Scripture what to look for.

I’m a prophecy maven, right?

David’s work has been consistently stellar for years, now. He truly loves Jesus. He’s watching the signs, and as a British guy he has a different perspective from us Americans.

Take note of the symbolism in this clip.

I was asked recently about the symbols of the New World Order, or beast system, as I like to refer to it as. This video shows some of it.

I find this symbolism all over the world. It is global. Interesting?

To those of us who have been watching, yes.

Eyes wide open. Jesus comes soon.

Rapture ready!

MARANATHA!

Praying and praising are two sides of the same coin. Last night I had to play the accompaniment for the third grade concert. It was about 20 songs, last minute changes, a bit stressful. For me.

I asked several people to pray for me, as the rehearsals went poorly, and I was extremely nervous. I did this job reluctantly. I love to play, but when the pressure is on to perform I freeze up. My hands get icy, my mind wanders. I get the rush of bad adrenaline and my legs shake.

It’s a recipe for performance disaster, and I am no stranger to this.

I told the director I was a LAST RESORT for accompanist.

Well, I was.

I just didn’t want to screw up the entire third grade concert, so I asked the Lord for His supernatural help.

He answered my prayer, and the prayers of those praying.

The Result:

I made minor mistakes. (Normal ones, no big deal)

I felt a supernatural peace. My body was completely relaxed. I focused on the director. I remembered every last minute change.

The concert was a success!!!

PRAISE GOD.

This is a public school, and “Amazing Grace,” “When the Saints Go Marching In,” “Swing low, Sweet Chariot,” “America,” were all performed. I just love this. Many other old songs were sung, too.

At the end of the concert the third graders gave me a loving hand of applause! It was only due to the grace of God! They knew how I messed things up at the rehearsal!

All good. Thanks be to God.

He answers prayer.

I know that sometimes we get lessons in humility. I’ve been learning those for years. Last night He spared me.

God answers prayer.