Please listen and send out to anyone you know who will pray.
God Bless America.
Please listen and send out to anyone you know who will pray.
God Bless America.
Even as I speak that the tongues of liars be tied, or better still that it becomes true–liars’ pants really do catch on fire, I MUST, we all MUST, forgive.
Satan, the enemy of all freedom, is full of tricks. He is, after all, “The Great Deceiver” and “The Father of Lies.” The Apostle Paul said, “We are not unaware of his schemes,” but it seems that perhaps we are, at least when it comes to the pit of unforgiveness, into which we fall again and again. The stakes are too high now. We can no longer afford the luxury of being offended–that account is way overdrawn.
In “Limitless Love” Gloria Copeland says, “The devil is continually devising plans and schemes to throw believers off course. He is constantly sending offenses, troublesome circumstances, pressures and temptations designed to trip us up and keep us from finishing our race in God.”
We must win this race, and God’s way is the only way we can do so. I have been praying we will be steadfast. I have been praying for a strengthening of the hands that hang down, and for unity in the body of Christ, that our prayers be not hindered.
No more hindered prayers! I have prayed deliverance from fear that our prayers be not hindered, as God works through faith, not fear. And now I am praying that we will be finished with the pride that will destroy us, the pride that says we can do anything apart from God, the pride that He resists.
Pride says I will take offense, I will denigrate and despise and deplore the denseness and debauchery of those people, I will ignore what very Word of God says about who the real enemy is, and I will take offense. Not only will I take offense, but I will hide it deep in my heart and pet it and feed it by continually talking about it.
No. Try this, Bev: When someone mentions certain witchy women in government, put on Gollum and say, “We do not speak its name.” Or do as Pastor Mark Hankins’ mama did when things got negative. She began to sing, “Let’s Talk About Jesus.” She was fighting against the I wills.
I will, regardless of what God says, refuse to trust and obey. My prayers will be, as the Bible assures me, hindered, as I coninually consider “evil reports” rather than considering what God says.
Oh and by the way–lest you think your anger at man is accomplishing a single thing, let me assure you, again as the Bible says, “any fool” can be angry. Let’s get angry at the real enemies, Satan and our own big mouths and small faith. Small faith is what we have when we put our faith in anything or anyone except God.
“We the People” trusting the One who made this great nation is what will save us all. Let’s do all we can to stand and then stand. Amen.
II Corinthians 2:10-11
My daughter Rebekah (aka Lady Rose) wrote the following post for our new venture: Lavender and Rose, which is an e-store/website featuring lovely thoughts and things Lavender and/or Rose (or Rosewood, Rose Geranium, Lavender and Orange, etc.). I hope you enjoy Rebekah’s post and that you’ll visit us at https://lavenderandrose.shop/ very soon.
Hello, My Lovelies!
As I knit away, which is so very condusive to contemplation, I am pleased to report that I am becoming more enamoured by the stitch of the benefits of knitting (oh, stop, hear me out). Regardless of your ability, knitting provides a calm, relaxing way to get your mind off your troubles and vexations (don’t you love that word?), and you get to create something at the same time. Of course, I can’t guarantee that it will look anything like the picture (that part is entirely up to you), but maybe yours will be more interesting than the picture.
While there are some who would poo-poo the idea of such a ‘”granny” activity, it might behoove them to realize that worthy young women of old were knitters. In fact, it was often the only way to get warm items such as mittens, scarves, hats, sweaters, etc.
Generally one started young to be any good at it, but it is not strictly necessary as knitting can be a bit like riding a bike once you’ve got the basics down. And anyway, being “good” at it isn’t really the issue, as troubles seem to melt away after a few rows. I find that I’m almost unconsciously relaxing into my nice comfy chair as I go along, and I believe you will, too, provided you’re not overly concerned with perfection and skill.
To make your knitting escapes even better, include a nice hot cup of tea, perhaps an herbal blend with a bit of honey, and to that add the delightful scent of your new Lavender and Orange Soy Candle.
Whether you wish to make Christmas presents for your family and friends or something for yourself, knitting is the way to go for us old souls.
Until next time, my Lovelies,
I was searching for a good word on YouTube and Richard Roberts’ Santa Claus face caught my eye–aren’t we all looking for a smile and some cheer? He spoke two things I’ve been saying: “The time for casual Christianity is over” was the concluding statement; the admonition was to join him as a “watchman on the wall.”
As Richard Roberts suggested, I read Isaiah 62:6, which says, “I have set watchmen on your walls, O Jerusalem; they shall never hold their peace day or night. You who make mention of the Lord, do not keep silent.”
I believe God is calling us all to “strengthen the hands that hang down” (Hebrews 12:12) via prayer for each other and against the darkness, and that we are to never hold our peace.
Distractions abound, especially against time in the Word of God, but we don’t have to be distracted from praying. We must simply pray then and there, here and now, coming in and going out.
When my beautiful friend Pam told me how to pray about a personal issue (something in my heart that needed changing and healing) I prayed right then and there as she listened on the phone. Don’t wait for a “good time” to pray. Right now is a good time to pray!
About anything and everything.
And by the way, don’t pray like a heathen trying to appease an angry god: “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, oh, oh.” Along with sacking casual Christianity, it’s time to sack pathetic and pitiful Christianity. Pray the Word!
What does the Word say? “Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 2:5). You can’t do this when you’re listening to every other voice. Once again, the days when we could do that, when we could be casual about our Christianity, are over.
We’re it, Folks. God works through faith. I’ve heard it said that faith is God’s currency, and fear is Satan’s. So, let’s get faith via hearing the Word of God. Hearing. Romans 10:17 tells us how: “So then faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the Word of God.”
After I heard Richard Roberts reading Isaiah 62 last night, I heard it again this morning as I read it aloud. Faith comes, the Bible tells us. By hearing. If ever in my lifetime I needed faith to come, enduring and steadfast faith, it is now, in “such a time as this” (Esther 4:14).
It’s time to roll up our sleeves, and get to it. Faith, I mean. So repeat after me (remember you need to hear): “No fear here.”
It’s two days until the American Presidential election, and I’m calling to my readers worldwide to please pray for a free election on Tuesday, November 3, 2020. Trump voters’ ballots are being discovered in ditches and dumpsters, and last minute millions are being poured into anti-Trump advertising, full of outright lies.
This election should be a landslide victory for our president, and therefore for every American. But never in my lifetime has any president been so vilified, hated, lied about, and persecuted day in and day out. It has been beyond belief.
The enemies of freedom are as rabid wolves who have tasted blood. There is no reasoning, no logic, no sense of any kind to be found in the vitriol that comes out of their slavering mouths.
Enslaved themselves, they seek to enslave. Fear-filled themselves, they peddle fear.
No fear here. Still, if you would, please pray. Thank you very much.
It was a Thursday morning, five or six weeks ago, bright and beautiful, during my Quiet Time. I sensed the Holy Spirit saying, “Take care of business at home.” What did that mean? I prayed about it, for my home and beloveds therein. I walked through the house, praying, listening, and felt led to go outside.
Outside I walked around the house, praying God’s protection over it. I then felt led to turn and extend my arms in all directions, praying for all that I could see.
That evening my daughter said, looking outside, “Look at the light, it’s so golden, so beautiful.” John and I looked, and then at each other. “That’s not normal.” From the west it was, the light of a sun setting through the smoke of a forest fire.
I called the daughter who lives safely down the mountain and told her what I’d been led to pray, and that there was a fire, the “Cameron Peak” fire. “That’s wild, Mom,” she said. “I had a dream last night that the entire mountain was on fire.”
A week or so later (during Labor Day weekend) we were evacuated. After a few days in the friendliest hotel we’ve ever stayed in, the Cheyenne, Wyoming Days Inn, we were allowed back home. A lovely rain and snow storm seemed to have defeated the monster.
But alas, here we are again, in Day 10 of Evac #2. The winds came along with the heat, dead timber, rough and inaccessible terrain and the fire re-ignited, growing to today’s acreage of over 124,000 acres.
Many people are in shelters, their possessions piled about them, wearing masks, coughing from smoke. Others, like a lovely couple I ran into yesterday are struggling because they’re staying in a condo without a TV. We are pitied because there are four of us in one hotel room.
Perspective. I choose a 5-Star perspective, to borrow from Fiona Ferris in her lovely book, Thirty More Chic Days. Fiona noted that if you read the 1-star reviews of a book, even one you’ve read and loved, it will taint your opinion of the book. She’s decided to only read the 5-star reviews, as those will enhance your experience and enjoyment of the book.
I would add that the 5-star reviews are written by people who are thankful. If they were masked and in a shelter, they’d be ever so grateful for the heat and running water. If they had a condo, TV or otherwise, they’d be glad, glad, glad they could afford privacy. If like us, they were in a hotel, they’d be grateful for the funds (our employer is paying, hooray!) to cozy up and get acquainted with the charming town of Cheyenne.
It takes a bit of wisdom and smarts to be thankful. It takes nothing but bowing to the flesh, which anyone can do, to gripe.
So, even though I really want to go home, I’m making the most of, praying for ideas of how to spend, each day. And I’m knowing we’ll be home when we go home. Meanwhile, home is where my beloveds are, and our good God is always there.
If it doesn’t feel like it (such as a few days ago when the winds came up to 60 mph and the fire went straight toward our house) it’s because I’m not doing a 5-star lookout. A 5-star lookout means my mind’s working right and is certain that I was led to pray protection for my home, and that my home is protected.
We have also been praying for protection for our firefighters and thus far (and we’re believing this will continue) there have been no injuries reported. Numerous structures have been destroyed, but again, no injuries, no lives lost.
Thank you, Jesus, for teaching me to be thankful. And please bless this lovely coffee shop we’ve found in Cheyenne, The Rail Yard, which had we not been evacuated, I might never have discovered.
I think I’ll do a post about my Cheyenne discoveries.
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There is a bed to be made lovely, a thank-you card to send, a bit more Quiet Time to be had, as mine was interrupted by a lovely breakfast with my husband. We talked, rather than eating, so I reheated my walnut-topped raisin English muffin to be split with my son, this after buttering and toasting and topping it all with pumpkin pie spice and raw honey.
Of course, French press LaVazza on the balcony is the only thing for this, along with birdsong-interspersed conversation, and then back inside for a few more details. Back to a resumption of my Quiet Time. Earlier I read the words in red (hanging with Jesus so I can be like Him) and now for Oswald. In My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers I read this: “The tiniest detail in which I obey has all the omnipotent power of the grace of God behind it.”
Does this resonate, even ring out, to others as to me? Possibly not. We are all so very different, unique. I’m reminded of a previous day’s devotion: “Never make a principle out of your experience; let God be as original with other people as He is with you.”
It occurs to me that, other than prayer, all other people really need from me is an example—that of the enjoyment of each and every detail and duty of my life, and the smile on my face because I have chosen to obey God in “the tiniest detail(s).”
Putting each moment, task, and detail under the protection and blessing of His Love adds up to a beautiful and wondrous life. A unique life.
The Bible talks of a “spirit of jealousy” and if you’ve ever been on the receiving end of it, you won’t hesitate to believe. This is a spirit that divides those who are meant to be the best of friends, the closest, dearest and most faithful of companions. It’s wily, pervasive, and deadly to all concerned.
If, like myself, you’ve been a victim of this spirit from childhood, but by some miracle were never prone to jealousy yourself, you are jealousy’s lesser victim. The real victims of the spirit of jealousy are those under its power. Not only can they never have a true and unblemished friendship, but perhaps even more tragically, they can never attain that thing about which they’re jealous.
If you’re filled with a furious disdain for the lovely blonde with the darling tribe of little blonde children, obviously cared for by a doting daddy somewhere (or not, you don’t know), let that fury be your signal, your clanging bell with flashing red lights on the arm over the railroad crossing. There’s a freight train of destruction headed your way, and you’d better stop right now. This train means to make absolutely certain you never have that family of your own, or whatever it is you fear to even hope for.
Don’t just say “no” say, “ABSOLUTELY NOT, YOU FOUL, LYING, PUTRID DEMON SPIRIT. I love, admire, respect, pray for, and enjoy the sight of that beautiful little family. And I know that they have their trials and troubles, and again, I pray for them. And I dare to believe that You, Lord God Almighty, have the very deepest desires of my heart, for me as well. I can choose jealousy and defeat, or I can choose faith working through love. I not only choose faith working through love, I embrace it and hold fast to it, and declare I will never again be under the sway of jealousy.”
Jealousy runs rampant in our society, also known as “class envy” and fostering a festering and demonic hatred in those who want what others have. Again, until they, jealousy’s primary victims, are free of this spirit, they will never have what they desire. When we submit to Satan we guarantee our own blindness and defeat.
The key is to choose to admire people for those relationships, talents, attributes, gifts, accomplishments and possessions you currently lack, and to kick jealousy in the teeth by loving those people in thought and deed. Then your mind will be cleared of the filth produced by jealousy, and you will see your way clear to praying and believing what the Word of God Himself says about being “no respecter of persons” and giving you “the desires of your heart.” Then your mind will see yourself as “complete and lacking nothing” and you will laugh at the very idea that you are somehow less than anyone else.
Choose Jesus’ Love, not Jealousy’s Torment. Those people you think you hate are the very ones God wants you to bless, and vice versa. Amen!
Yay for the abundance of “opportunities to pray” all day!
When our daughter Hannah was targeted for abortion – doc said I’d die otherwise – I said to my husband John, “You know what this is? This is an opportunity to pray.”
When she was in intensive care at birth (36 units of Pitocin) there it was again, an opportunity to pray. What else could we do? Praise God for things we can’t possibly fix!
I didn’t die, Hannah came home the next day with me, instead of staying in ICU the forecasted “minimum two weeks”, and she is an extremely lovely, fit and healthy 24-year-old today.
I taught her by example, even from the womb, that fear is not the way.
Psalm 139:13,14 – For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise You for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works and that my soul knows very well.
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