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I Raise a Hallelujah!
I can’t stop thanking God. I have been on my knees, my face on the floor. I have lifted my hands to Heaven and shouted praise. I have called and rejoiced with others. I can’t stop thanking Him, giving Him glory.
And now I pray for healing rain pouring over the aborted women and men of our land. Over us all. The horrible scourge of abortion, I pray, is over forever and ever. Amen.
To God be the glory.
Looking for Opportunities and Better F-Words
“You know what this is?” I asked my husband, and then answered. “This is an opportunity to trust.” We were talking about the curse spoken over me by my doctor: “If you don’t terminate the pregnancy you will die.”
When I refused he raised his voice. “You don’t understand!”
“No, you don’t understand,” I answered, and left.
Years later (that child is an astoundingly fabulous Jesus-loving 26-year-old now) I read well-meaning writers talking about abortion, and sometimes out of both sides of their mouths. Why and how can people say they’re pro-choice and pro-life? Because they care more about their own and others’ opinions than about the blood of Jesus, shed that we might have life, and life abundantly (John 10:10). Because they don’t have fear-destroying, mountain-moving, never-say-die faith. They know about Jesus, but they don’t know Him.
They don’t know that a death threat is an opportunity to trust, to obey the COMMAND, “Fear not.” They don’t know that when Satan offers his currency for doing business (fear) they can just say no. They have no idea who they are, and Who He is. Rather than taking their rightful authority as children of the Most High, they tune into their enemy’s lies. And if that’s not enough, they repeat what he says. Over and over and over. And we all know what happens when we hear a lie enough times . . . when we partner with the enemy by saying what he says . . .
When Satan shouts death and defeat (John 10:10 is where we see his stealing, killing and destroying discussed by Jesus) into our ears with a megaphone, we are to stand up and fight. It’s called the good fight of faith.
What makes it a good fight? First of all, because the faith side is the God side. It’s also because a good fight is one you can, and provided fear is strictly and absolutely forbidden, will win.
So, rather than cowering and hiding and hoping (but not really believing) you’ll somehow survive it all, TALK to it! “Fear, I know you’re Satan’s currency. I know you’re a lie. See, right here in Psalms what David said. See what He said about God. Now let’s go see what Jesus said. And did. You are a defeated foe, so get lost. Oh, but first, let’s feast a bit more on the Word of God with Ephesians, say Chapter 3. Or how about some more from Psalms? No? Oh, I’ll bet you’d like to read about Jesus’ victory over you at Calvary? That’s some seriously good Word Feasting!”
“What? You don’t want any more?”
Yes, Dear Reader, you are more than a conqueror in Christ Jesus, but in fear you are Satan’s prey. Thanks for thinking and seeking–we all need to win. Victory in Jesus! Amen.
P.S. I have new and improved F-words for you today: Ferocious Fighting, Feasting, Fearless, and Faith. Forever.
Bring it! I’ll Talk About Abortion
According to many women my age, baby-valuing women like me are “controlling”. “What?” I ask, “could possibly be more controlling than being so married to having your own way, living your own plan, that you would destroy the most marvelous miracle of which you will ever partake?”
How much more control can you ever exercise over another human being than the control exercised when you kill it?
Abortion is horrible, barbaric, satanic, wrong. Period. Abortion is a victory for the Father of Lies–ask any honest woman who’s ever had one. Ask the Lover of your soul. But don’t ask a harridan who still hasn’t learned that her way isn’t The Way.
So call me controlling. I call you to Jesus’ healing. Amen.
“Thank You for Not Yelling at Me!”
That was the response of the beautiful and unmasked woman I talked to today at Scheel’s. And I could so relate. I’ll return to this story, but first let’s talk about getting yelled at.
It was yesterday and along with a friend in a local grocery store, I was maskless. I was picking out mushrooms when I heard someone say, “Thank you, Ladies.” She was thanking us for joining her in resisting the evil, unlawful, useless, stupid, unhealthy, devisive edict (not a law) to wear masks in Colorado.
Now, before I go on with getting yelled at, let me give you some background. I had discussed my reasons for wearing masks in small businesses, with my friend, who never, no not ever, wears a mask. I explained to her that I know of busybodies who call the health department, whose little minions then come and exercise their newfound power by threatening small business owners over not policing their stores.
Since small businesses are falling like rain in our state (this before a possible Biden Admin $15.00 minimum wage, which will be, according the those I’ve talked to, the end) I don’t want to add to their problems, and therefore I wear the stupid, useless, stifling, germ-filled, unhealthy, unlawful, and did I mention stupid and useless masks (if you don’t believe me, stop listening to the establishment media and so some research, such as Dr. Lee Merritt’s findings-see the bottom of this post). My friend was swayed not at all, but did talk to the store owners, saying, “Do you want my business or not? I’ll shop without a mask, or I’ll not shop at all. It’s up to you.” They assured her they wanted her business and so I joined her in, gasp, showing my entire face.
Back to the lady who thanked us for daring to show our faces in public, our buddy-in-bravery, Sherry. We’re having a great time. Sherry explains that her son was just fired for not wearing his mask on a construction site, but that the day was still marvelous as she’d talked a 19-year-old out of an abortion earlier in the day. She talked about how she and her husband left their mega church due to its pitiful and pathetic and faithless reponse to our evil state government’s unlawful edicts, about treating COVID with Ivermectin, about this and that, and so much more.
And then. From across the produce section and over by the deli, we hear a shout, “Put on your masks!” Sherry says, “Are you protecting me with that mask? I Conceal Carry, and I’m protecting you.”
This is not the kind of person who approves of Conceal Carry. This is the type of jello person (and she looks the part) who will hide under the tomatoes and scream and cry and beg and plead with a shooter. And die. My buddy adds her two-cents about the masks being worthless, and our assailant is yet unmoved.
It’s my turn. “We’re not supposed to live in fear,” I call out.
“I’m not afraid,” she yells.
“Yes, you are. We’re commanded by Jesus not to fear.”
Game over. She’s gone.
The moral of this story: Whatever the problem, situation, or conversation–Jesus is the Answer.
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Back to Lady Beautiful in Scheels.
I’m standing next to John who is checking out and I notice this marvelous looking young woman on the other side of the checker. She has luxuriant black hair, down to her waist and curly. Her skin is flawless and her make-up perfect. Most of all, her face is compelling–intelligent and lovely. I step around in front of her (I’m maskless, by the way). “Thank you,” I say, “For not wearing your mask.” She looks wary, like she’s waiting for the “punch” line. I smile. “For showing your entire beautiful face.”
She relaxes visibly. “Thank you for not yelling at me.”
Ladies and Gentlemen, if you think that dog-training mask will save you, if it makes you feel (SO FALSELY) safe, then by all means wear it. But remember, if it’s really that almighty and powerful, you don’t need to worry about my not wearing one. Just be glad of my certain and emminent demise.
And just one more thing while we’re at it. Stop with the child abuse of making your kids wear masks. JUST SAY NO!
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Dr. Lee Merritt’s Impressive and Astouding Findings
Opportunities Here, There and Everywhere!
To trust. In God. What other option do we have? Faith in God is the only sensible choice. The Bible tells us to “choose Life” and it’s time to do that, and do it literally.
Choose Life. I read today (from Jay Sekulow) that over 40% of all deaths worldwide are abortion deaths. The choosing of death. I pondered this horror, and I said to my husband, John, “I wonder if God’s waiting on His people to care more about the blood of the innocents than about our own sweet asses.”
“You know,” I added, “People don’t talk or think about abortion because it’s too horrible.” Well, Dear Reader, it’s time to say “Enough!” to the walking around puddles of blood running in the streets. God help and heal and forgive us all.
I prayed for our hearts, that whatever fears, whatever evils lurking within be exposed, repented of, changed. Let us choose Life in every way we can possibly choose Life. Let us choose the soul-cleansing Blood of the Lamb, and the power therein.
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Opportunities to Pray, Because Fear is NOT the Way!
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.
No Thank You Very Much!
You do not want a soul tie to anyone who thinks the brutal demolition of a full-term baby is “reproductive health”. Period.
In all elections, in all issues, take the life stance. Take a stand for life. If someone wants your support for a position on your podunk library board, find out where they stand – life or death, blessing or cursing. They may run for mayor next, and then for state rep, and perhaps one day be your governor. It is not hate to have the courage to stand against those who will call you a hater for choosing to choose life. Life. If we don’t stand for life, we are bowing to death.
Educate yourself and you will find unborn babies have beating hearts, they feel the pain of their bodies being mutilated, and they are unique in all the earth, as are we all. As the Word of God says, we’re knit together in our mother’s wombs, fearfully and wonderfully made.
The pro-life view is not the view of hate. What could possibly be more filled with hate, more hateful, than the murder of a baby? And yet, as in all things Satanic, there is the confusion of people calling those of us who disagree with their positions “haters.”
I, for one, am a lover. I love my aborted friends, and bleed for them as they struggle with their bone-deep regrets. I love the children we’ll never know, and their fathers and grandfathers. And I love those souls, so many of them Christians, who don’t want to see Roe v. Wade overturned.
I also love inconvenience, financial struggles, embarrassment, and having my plans messed with. Inconvenience means I’m going to sweat a bit, which is good for me. So, if a pregnancy is inconvenient, hooray! Financial struggles always bring out the fight in me, and cause me to get smart and creative, another hooray! Pride is the root of embarrassment, so anything that roots that out is a good thing. And having my little plans messed with – oh, that is such a grand thing!
Yes, we’re talking about unplanned pregnancies. I think it’s a good bet that I was “unplanned” by my parents, but God has a different view of me. I’m sure I was a financial burden, and at times very inconvenient. So, out of these four reasons people often cite as a justification for killing their baby (inconvenient, too expensive, embarrassing to the family, unplanned), I scored three out of four on arguments FOR abortion.
And then there’s that STUPID “health of the mother” argument. I was once told I would die if I didn’t abort. Well, I’m still here, as is my lovely daughter. As I told the doctor. “If I die, I die, there will be no abortion.” He screamed at me, I found another doctor. But back to the argument: there is nothing on earth more unhealthy for a mother than destroying her child.
And what could be more unhealthy for a society than the belief that life doesn’t matter? The ramifications of abortion are beyond measure. I will never forget having to answer our kids’ question, “Mom, what’s abortion?” And as I struggled to answer it, watching the horror and the disbelief on their young faces, I thought of the busybody home schooling opponents in our lives. “You’re overprotective. Your kids won’t be properly socialized.” Blah, blah, blah. In a world where children are ripped from the wombs of the one created to nurture and love them all the days of their lives, there is no way to fully protect a child’s heart. The best I could do was to assure them that this was the ultimate example of the evil of the enemy of their souls, and lead them in prayer that one day, we would again be a nation under the love and blessing of God, rather than under the curse of abortion.
How are we different from societies who threw their children into volcanoes to appease angry gods? They at least thought of it as a sacrifice. We abort because we do not value God’s ultimate gift, the greatest showing of His creative power and grace: a child.
Let us no longer look to the opinions of liars and fools, deceived to deceive. Let us look to Jesus, the one who made us free. Free to choose love, liberty, and life..
Vote life. Period.
“I came that you might have (and choose) life.” – Jesus, in John 10:10
Rejoice, highly favored one, the Lord is with you; blessed are you among women.” I believe that Mary was much more than we know, that she is a model, a pattern for emulating, and that in his hatred for her, Satan has twisted and snapped the threads of that life pattern for a tapestry of rhythm and grace. He turns what God intends for life, into death.
That is how I see abortion – the ultimate success for the ultimate woman hater. We are endowed with the ability to create the ultimate masterpiece – a child. We partner, as did Mary, with God, to make sons and daughters who can bring light to the darkness, beauty for ashes, healing for the broken.
My brokenness began with buying Satan’s lie that casual sex (no mating for life marriage commitment) is OK. I had that unplanned pregnancy, the one where abortion was suggested. I can only thank God and my heritage – not that of a Christian upbringing (which I didn’t have) but that of parents who loved me unconditionally, and who taught by example the preciousness of a child – for the existence of that child in the world today. How glad I am that Mom and Dad were too unworldly, too “unsophisticated”, to buy the lie from Hell that children are expendable, that abortion is a solution to anything at all, ever.
And so I sit in the middle of the night, pondering the angel’s words in Luke 1:28. I do rejoice in the face of temporal stresses, heartaches, things not as I want them to be, children partaking of my past brokenness. And yet, there is no denying it: I am highly favored. God has given me children, and He has shown my volatile and wayward heart over and over and over that He is with me. I am blessed among women.
And therein lies the sadness. There are too few women walking in my shoes. I look around me, especially at church, and I want to wear a sign: GOD DID THIS AND HE’LL DO IT FOR YOU, TOO!!!! Years ago I looked around as a single mother, bereft of that ever-so-essential ingredient in a family – Daddy. I looked at the women in church, the married ones, and wanted to know two things: Is it real, and if it is, is it forever beyond my reach?
The day finally came when I had the courage to believe, to trust, to call (loudly) on God. “Lord,” I said, “I need a husband. I don’t care if he’s tall or short, fat or skinny. I don’t care where he’s from or what he does for a living. I just want a good, honest man who will love me like I am.”
Two weeks later, after a nine-year drought, God sent John. John the Blessing, John the Family Man. John who knew the value of a child. John who God knew would heal my brokenness through the very love of Christ Himself abiding in John’s heart and being passed on to mine.
And John who would partner with God and with me to make a family, the most beautiful thing of all. Our children weren’t planned or affordable or convenient. They were and are simply the greatest of all blessings, the highest of all honors and privileges, the gifts beyond all gifts.
And that, Dear Reader, is what you and I are to God.
Rejoice, highly favored one.
Just Say No to (Prescription) Drugs and to Curses, too!
The very last thing you need is a socially acceptable drug pusher/curse giver.
I had my first experience with drugs delivering my first child, Vann. It was Demerol and it was terrifying in a situation where I was already in an abyss of fear.
Next came a double dose (I supposedly had “displaced nerves”) of that crud they put in my spine with Jane’s birth. My doctor actually tried to talk me out of it, saying, “You’re almost there. You can do this.” I have fond memories of him, if not of the effects of those horrible nightmare-inducing drugs.
I had a marvelous Christian doctor with Benjamin, who respected the human body, and the birth was a wonderful experience. The doctor had nurses trained in midwifery, there were no IV’s, nothing disrespecting to the body and emotions of a woman at the most vulnerable time of her life. This doctor was a former abortionist, who had become a Christian and was on a mission to save as many babies as possible. He delivered three other babies that night and at other hospitals, thereby missing Benjamin’s birth by three minutes. He cried. We rejoiced.
But then the fun was over. I was told to abort Hannah, that I wouldn’t survive the pregnancy. When I refused to abort the doctor yelled, “You don’t understand!” “No,” I said. “YOU don’t understand.” See www.thewarmjournal.com for how that turned out and rest assured I changed doctors.
When Hannah was born, a healthy 8-plus pounds, she was taken immediately to ICU (due to medical error). After two days I was told I had to go home and leave her there for at least two weeks. I called everyone I knew who would pray in faith and I said, “NO!”
If I had to sit on the hospital lawn, and come inside every time they poked and prodded her, to hold her and nurse her and rock her back to sleep, that’s what I would do. These people caused her problems (36 units of Pitocin and me so many long hours without food because the doctor on call was determined Hannah would be born on her watch, causing not only respiratory issues, but blood sugar as well) and they sure weren’t going to be left alone with her for two weeks.
The morning following my order to exit, I walked into ICU to see the neonatologist and his assistants covered in lead vests, standing over the naked and unprotected chest of my child as they x-rayed her and she screamed in terror. Before I could protest (what else could they possibly think of to do to her – her entire heels were massive scabs from the incessant prodding with needles, there were needles in her head and pads on her chest) the neonatologist said, “It’s a miracle. Her lungs are completely clear. She can go home, but she’ll have to be on oxygen at least two weeks.” Wrong again. The nurse who came to our home daily to monitor Hannah, announced after three days that there was really no need for her to be on oxygen.
Hannah wouldn’t have anything to do with anyone but me for eleven months, but other than that, there have been no ill effects. I prayed with a vengeance that not only would Hannah be a healthy child, but that she would be the healthiest of all my children. And she is and has always been. If the others caught a bug, she would skip it, or have only the slightest of symptoms. She is strong and energetic and a picture of health. So, too, is her little sister Rebekah.
I was told I would never conceive again, with that ever present attitude of, “You’re not Mormon or Catholic, so why are you having all these kids?” Well, let’s not go there. Along came Rebekah. I was told I couldn’t carry Rebekah, that I would miscarry. When that didn’t happen I was told I would not be able to have a natural birth with her. Wrong again.
After still more abuses at the hands of physicians with Seth’s birth (let me say here that I always had the best of nurses) I was finished with the world’s way of “healing” and went with God’s.
If you have had enough of the “cut and drug” medical world, try Jesus. Get in the Word of God and see what it says. You’ll find the One who created you can also heal you. You’ll find that plants are to be our medicines. And if you’re unfortunate enough to belong to a denomination teaching that “healing and miracles have passed away” just pray for them and keep on reading what your Maker says. He is, believe it or not, smarter than many “interpreters” of what He says.
P.S. I haven’t been to see an establishment medical doctor since I left the hospital at Seth’s birth, over 16 years ago, and I get healthier every day.
P.P.S. And I sure as heck am no user of drugs, be they legal or otherwise. Or as they used to say where I grew up, “I aint no doper.”
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