Contentious Times and People


It was a great revelation for me today to see the blessing it is in my life being somewhat surrounded by contentious times and people. I do not know about anyone else, but for me, I would much rather learn the important lessons in life, while in the valley of the shadow of death, rather than on the mountain top, where I want to enjoy fully the beautiful blooming flowers in full array of colors so beautifully displayed in the warm shining sun with diverse textures and fluffs of clouds passing overhead.

Contentious times. They cause me to reflect on family and friends. To reflect on lessons learned, both theirs and mine. To reflect on wisdom, knowledge and blessings previously received from GOD. In a nutshell, to inspire me to look deeper, which I seldom do unless prompted by a direct and prolonged onslaught of contention.  Off track here, but a friend once told a friend of his, “hell she’s shallow and happy, so why change her?”  I had to smile at that, he knows me so well, and knows how to rid me of unwanted interests as well. Kudos brother I love ya!

Contentious People. Simply the standard clichés always are symbolic of these. Misery loves it`s company. Misery hates to see anyone not as miserable.  Jealousy inflames contention, due to not seeking GOD for an individuals own talents and gifts. But I realized today, that these individuals also bring with them the power of sickness and disease with a level of exploitation.  To let their misery into my life, my realm, is also to allow entering into my life all manner of sickness and disease that is carried with it. For is that not how disease enters a healthy life?  I must guard against these as I would a literal physical evil, unless of course, I would choose to succumb to the misery, sickness and diseases which afflict the miserable. As Jesus stated, let the sick take care of the sick, they have each other to comfort and to care for; therefore abandon that ship if you are healthy and whole! Most often I find these are the people who are continually plagued by some misfortune or another and rather than seeking GOD and examining themselves as to why, they rather try to drag healthy souls into the chasm with them.  In a neighborhood this would resemble the “Stepford Syndrome” where all the wives are “happily” married with 3 children, all join the PTA, with 2 cars, and role model their lives one after the other on their block; completely lacking any individuality or independence from one another.  The movie, “The Help” is a great example of this sickness. AND, how un-Christ like! GOD created each one of us to be individuals, not monotone robots. Though HE does expect harmony, HE does not ever state that we are to be created after the image of our neighbor, or sister or mother.

Perhaps in their defense, I can see conformity as a way of eliminating jealousy and severing any bipartisan relations.

However for my situations experienced, this is a blanket disguise covering the deeper motive of power and control out of or beyond the realm that has been granted to any individual or group.

Far too often individuals are imprisoned for having vision and wanting to have wings to fly. Look at the lives of Hilary Swank and Taylor Swift, both of whose parents chose to take the road of loneliness and poverty for a season with the knowledge and understanding that their current locations would snip the wings and eventually the heart of these talented women by enforcing them to be what GOD never created them to be. By Hope and Faith, these parents chose to move them to where they could grow, bloom and fly after their GOD gifted talents. And life should be as such for every created human being on the face of this world today, and forevermore.

I toast those who don’t fit in when not of their GOD given talents or interests or abilities, but are fully conformed to GOD’s vision and creation of their lives.

And in closing, I want to say, that contentious times and contentious people ARE created by GOD for the purpose to inspire me to dig deeper and seek HIM.  Reading today in my Bible, we, as HIS believing children, are to dig deeper and seek HIM for as long as the trial of contention continues. It is HIS way of testing our faith, testing our commitment to HIM no matter what. Adult Peer Pressure! Let us as Christians remember Noah…everyone thought he was crazy building an Ark when the people had never seen rain, and Joseph who was the carefree youngest of 12 boys who saw that one day GOD would cause him to rule in majesty over all of his family, and Daniel who several times over remained unwaveringly faithful and obedient to GOD and gave no regard to the “whims of status quo” created by GOD’s enemies who surrounded Daniel in the Babylonian empire.

In closing, ALWAYS SEEK HIM – Read and Study Your BIBLE!


True Rest, Peace Amidst Turmoil

Today reading Matthew 11:29 I was so excessively impressed with the revelation of the verse as provided by Henry Drummond that I had to put it into print here.

The rest Jesus Christ affords each believer is a rest from our mind itself; a rest from the thoughts of our own soul.

Picture a powerful waterfall thundering down into a fast flowing river below. You can see a scant and thin Aspen or Birch tree, some branches so bent from the winds of time they toy with the water below. Nestled securely and peacefully in a crook of a branch that is just out of reach of the vast spray projected from the force of the water at the base of the falls, is a Robin sitting on her nest; peacefully and contentedly performing her task of warming her eggs for hatching.

True rest always encompasses two elements: tranquility vs energy, silence vs turbulence, creation vs destruction, and fearlessness vs fearfulness.

This is the picture of perfect rest in Jesus Christ.  Do I reflect this in times of stress?

Life As A Fish In A Bowl or A Bird In A Cage

As I stated much earlier, God has always provided me with glimpses of the road ahead, or revelations or insights into the root of a situation. Now to say that is to also say, I am not ever the quickest study, and it is often not until completely coming through the situation or storm, that I then realize the earlier vision – revelation – insight that was given years prior.  God is such a good God, for He truly has uniquely formed each and everyone of us to be the creation that He has designed, not any of us to be a “man-made” creation; however he uses our neighboring masses to form and to shape us into the person He wants each of us to become.  In situations where individuals want to be “our God” I can hear God tell the individual or the masses, “Go get your own dirt to start with!”

Let me remind the reader, that I grew up with a father with 4 brothers, all but one were jocks, all were talented and creative in differing venues, and 3 of the 5 were pretty “hot”. But only perhaps one, was chauvinistic, and borderline abusive. The other 4 all respected women as equals, possessing a mind and skills that God had designed for His purpose for their life.

This post will be about how where we are situated is entirely God Blessed or Man Made. It can be both, but it will be perfectly clear when it is one, the other, or both; and I have lived in all three.

In a God Blessed environment an individual has favor from both God and your neighboring humanity.  Here a person thrives, lives in a continual “Rock Star” environment.  You love everyone, and everyone loves you. Not for what you can give, not for what you can be or do for them, but exactly for who you are, without any changes, complete with spots, blemishes, scars and dysfunction. And this is truly Agape Love as was John and Jesus relationship and love for one another. Here, you literally can not ever fail. You are so blessed with favor, that every situation in your life is “covered, provided for, secured” that it is similar to living in the womb or being born into unlimited wealth combined with unrestricted love, care and concern.  What you vision for your life, and the vision others have for your life, is one and the same; no variations from one another in the two perceptions. You are living the Rock Star life day in and out.

Man Made is the title of the post, Life In A Fishbowl or Life in A Bird Cage.

The vision of the Man Made environment, God gave to me while I was living the life of a Rock Star. The vision opens where I was sitting in a kitchen filled with men dressed in “typical blue collar attire” and “wife beater” attire. And God portrayed this in such a manner to give me an indication of the road ahead performed by individuals who generally speaking are not in search of education, personal and mutual respect, and moral integrity of one another.  Remember, God was speaking to me in terms I would understand His prevailing message directed to me.

The vision begins with one of the men walking into the kitchen with a bird in a cage. At the table was seated 8 other men.

The bird in the cage was a Canary. A Snow White Canary without any markings of any kind.

The canary however was a female.  A female, not a male. As many know, males are the notorious singers, while females are very, very selective and reserved singers.

The man sat the canary in the cage in the center of the kitchen table. Though the table was large, seating 8 people comfortably, not the place to put a bird in a cage.

The vision progressed over years.  But the scenarios that played out were all with the same intention.  How to get this bird to sing.

Each of the men tried their hand in the attempts. The schemes they used were first with food, placing the cage by the window, completely covering the cage, shouting at the canary, banging and smashing the cage on the table top, poking sticks into the cage, removing all ornaments from inside the cage, removing food and water from the cage for extended periods of days on end, putting cats on the kitchen table to attack at the canary in the cage, playing blasting rock music next to the cage. All to no avail. The white female canary refused to sing.

The white canary was me. Isaiah 54:17 No weapon formed against me shall ever prosper. Read the Word of God outloud!  For the word of God is alive and powerful. It is sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword, cutting between soul and spirit, between joint and marrow. It exposes our innermost thoughts and desires.
And it is effective, we use God’s mighty weapons, not worldly weapons, to knock down the strongholds of human reasoning and to destroy false arguments.

One day while the kitchen was empty, with no one around, Jesus walked into the room, and opened the door to the cage and the canary leaped onto His hand.  Jesus walked to the door leading outside, opened it and went out; all while the canary sat comfortably on His hand. He walked to the edge of the balcony and threw the canary up into the air. Fly sweet bird, fly free and soar. The canary never returned to the house but could be heard for years to come singing throughout the trees of the surrounding woods.

Merry Merry Christmas!

Jesus is Love, pure unadulterated love, unconditional love, mutual love but always with respect.

My Interpretation of Bathsheba

My interpretation of Bathsheba

Let me start this by saying, I hate religion. I love Christianity, and a relationship with God. But I find religion hard to take.  And for this post, I am referring in particular to the supported premise of “marriage until death do you part”.  I personally do not find many marriages to be God glorifying, and I most definitely do not accept anyone should stay in any relationship if there is ANY form of abuse or destruction to one or more of the principles. Whether that abuse or destruction is mental, psychological, physical, sexual or in what form. I would be gone in a New York minute. And nothing will change my view of any such relationships. I have walked with God for over 35 years now, and I do not believe for one moment, that abusive relationship are supportive in any fashion of who and what I believe God of Christianity expects from any one of us. Period. Now read on and enjoy my interpretation of Bathsheba.

I am under the belief that Bathsheba was a very, very intelligent woman; besides being very beautiful, as the Bible states.

Bathsheba was married to Uriah. From the Biblical accounts of Uriah, I do not believe that he loved her, so much as the attention he received from being married to her. She was favored by all. Beauty does that, draws attention, and favor. Being beautiful inside however, is the ingredient that retains quality friendships who are initially attracted to the exterior.

Uriah was intent on proving himself to people as worthy. Uriah was the one to go over and above the call of duty, if it made him appear all the more diligent, all the more committed. Uriah sought the applause of people, not God.

And Uriah was shallow. Uriah was afraid of transparency. Uriah was afraid of candor. Uriah sought the safety of relationships of no depth and no intimacy. Relationships of casual acquaintanceship. Relationships where there is little accountability, little change or refining or improvement of character.

Bathsheba was an intelligent, beautiful, talented woman. She gave in abundance, but in giving, she also expected equally in return. And from Uriah she was sorely neglected. The Bible says so. She wanted an attentive husband and a family and the nurturing and close relationships that come from having a family. But Uriah was more concerned with how he appeared to everyone of “authority” in his world, above and below him in his world.

Bathsheba understood the customs and the times in which she lived. She knew full well that the only way out of marriage was adultery. But, adultery came with the penalty of being stoned to death. Bathsheba understood that though she was incredibly beautiful, talented and intelligent, these qualities would be overlooked by men and women, for the justification of the act of adultery, and she indeed would be stoned to death.

I can imagine her thinking of ways of how to get out of her marriage. And then one night while sitting in her bath on her rooftop, she looked up and saw the King’s palace above her. Clearly. An unrestricted view above her. She could see the King’s terrace just as clearly as he could see her rooftop.

She began to watch from her window the King’s routines, when he would appear on the terrace. Then the thoughts began to form within her. The King had a penchant for beautiful women. The King was also attracted to women in need of protection and defense. And then she began to plan. If she could time her ovulation just right, maybe, just maybe she would be successful.

Bathsheba realized that her only chance of not being stoned to death by adultery was if she was to commit adultery with someone of great authority, and the King would have the power to stay the execution. Yet she also needed a man who had great compassion for women. Was this her answer, this man, this King, who’s courtyard looked down upon her lowly rooftop?

And so Bathsheba began setting her bait. She began to bath on her rooftop when she was sure that King David was in his quarters. And she began to pray. Pray God would cause King David to come out onto his balcony while Bathsheba was having her evening bath. And, King David began to inquire as to who was this rooftop below his palace? Who lived in this particular house down below. King David was relieved to hear that this was the home of one of his soldiers. A man who was married to the most beautiful woman, only to neglect her in order to fully and unconditionally serve the needs of his community; simply because his soul found delight in the spoken and voiced approval of people, not in developing a one on one relationship of transparency and consideration and equality with his wife, and potential family of children. And most likely, Uriah would have to learn how to refine his personality and characteristics.

While planning her ultimate bath, the timing of her ovulation was clearly on her mind. Bathsheba planned and executed the days prior to her best day of ovulation, providing glimpses of what David might have, if he so chose. During those preparatory days, King David would only get glimpses of Bathsheba. Glimpses of her stepping out of her bath, glimpses of being wrapped in towels by her maids. Bathsheba was building each day with longer and longer glimpses and increased seduction in her robing and brushing out of her hair, sometimes dry, sometimes wet.

The night of her initial stages of ovulation, Bathsheba waited to bath much later in the night. Later, when most everyone had retired for the night. All alone, without her maids attending. Bathsheba waited behind the window, watching for King David to frequent the balcony in search of her. And when she anticipated he could not live another minute without seeing her bathe, she came out onto her rooftop. She drew her water alone. Scantily clad in clothing that clearly revealed her nakedness underneath. And dropping her robe, she stepped into full view before King David as she stepped into her bath.

King David jumped at the bait, running inside his room, calling his attendants, he commanded them to go and to bring Bathsheba to him, immediately.  And as the Bible states, they did.

Bathsheba then waited.

The courage it took Bathsheba to notify King David she was pregnant was nothing when compared to the realization of what would happen to her and her child if she simply waited out the pregnancy. Could she actually pretend that the child was Uriah’s? Did she want to continue this marriage? Could she exist raising a family basically alone; though she may have a husband, was this a man, a man she wanted raising her children with? Was this a man who would love and nurture her children alongside of her? Most assuredly not. How can I say not? Did not the lineage of Jesus come down through King David and Bathsheba?

Bathsheba decided to complete her plan. Bathsheba put the ball back into King David’s court. Let King David decide her fate. And so she sent King David a private note delivered by her maid. No one was to know. Her letter, as her fate, was sealed. In her note, she informed King David she had not been with any other man, not even her husband, months prior to, and up until now. This was stated so King David clearly would know that the child was his, and his alone.

The rest is Biblical history. King David pulled Uriah home from the war. Uriah refused to go home, and chose rather to sleep at the city gate, as pursuant to Uriah’s crowd pleasing personality. And hence King David chose to have Uriah killed in action.

This was the lineage that God chose to have Jesus descend from. God knew and planned all along for this relationship to happen. King Solomon was God’s chosen passage of Jesus birth. Bathsheba’s plan was ultimately God’s plan.

I Go To Prepare A Place For You

Today, I saw this scripture from such beautiful personal revelations.

I used to go and visit my parents who lived about a 5 hour drive away almost every weekend.  They had a complete 2 bedroom suite on the ground floor of their home.  They could have rented out the suite, but chose to reserve it for my weekend use.

When I would arrive on Friday afternoon, the entire suite had been prepared specifically so that I would take joy and delight in the arrangement of “special things” and items of significance.

At the time, I owned 2 Afghan Hounds.

My dad had made a platform that housed their feed bowl and water bowl, (one shelf with dual bowl compartments for each dog) and had seamlessly attached it to the front of each night stand, coming off the front slightly below the shelf compartment. This was so they did not have to bend all the way to the floor to drink or eat!  This shelf attachment was stained to match the night stand, and appeared as though it had been a part of the night stand all along. Their night stands had the cutest soft glow night lights on the top; one in a moon, the other in a star.

This bedroom had twin beds with euro pillow-top mattresses, and my mom had made fitted mattress covers from treated canvas duck to cover the polyurethane mattress covers you buy in the stores.  Over top of the canvas mattress cover, she had made fitted polar fleece covers, complete with a pillow and matching polar fleece pillow case, so each dog had a fuzzy bed to sleep on.  In the closet was a 50 lb. bag of their specific dog food, and bags of dog cookies, chew toys, and all the kinds of toys they loved to play with.

My dad had made a dog run off of this bedroom, and had reconstructed a lower half door (similar to a barn door design) to fit in the doorway exiting the room to the outside covered chain link fenced dog run. The bottom half of the door was pivotal from the center, so that it swung circular in and out of the room. This enabled the dogs to come and go from the room to the run, at their leisure.  The bedroom door leading into the hallway was a pet gate so the dogs could see down the hallway when confined to their room (which was only at night or when we went out). My dogs would go crazy when I would drive into my mom and dad’s driveway; and once free of the car, would bound into the house and race each other to “their” room.  Each would jump onto their perspective bed, roll all over it, then bound off, race each other out the pet door into the run, have a sniff around, and then race each other back inside to go and find my parents. Upon whom they lavished with kisses and dog chatter in thanksgiving welcome!

My room had a 180 degree view of the lake, with patio doors out to my covered garden terrace.  My mom had made seasonal duvet covers and matching pillow shams and sheets.  She knew I loved lots of pillows and I had 6 full sized pillows on my bed. I had a hammock on  my patio.  On the post near the hammock was a small stand my dad had made that was large enough to hold a glass, a book or 2, and a bowl (to fill with snack goodies).

In the closet was a complete set of my clothes that I would need for vacation wear, and a couple of outfits for formal evening wear, on the occasion that we went to dinner out, and on the dresser was a complete jewelry chest of rings, earrings, bangle bracelets, necklaces, hair ornaments, etc. I had shorts, jeans, T-shirts, bathing suits, bathing coverups, blouses, skirts, pants, shoes, boots, hoodies, jackets, bras, panties, tanks, everything I could ever need.

The bathroom was complete with toothbrushes, toothpaste, mouthwash, floss, Q-tips, cotton balls, HP, RA, powder, scented soaps, facial soaps, loofahs, tweezers, towels, hair dryer, curling iron, straitening iron, hot rollers, hair accessories, perfumes, and all the makeup items I ever used, as well as a washer and dryer of my own to use.

And the kitchen was stocked with all of my favorite drinks and foods for day and evening snacks.  I am addicted to yogurt, and there was always a full shelf of yogurt and gallon jugs of low calorie cranberry juice!  But, my dad insisted I bring up my own milk. . . .I am a voracious milk drinker, and he thought it too expensive to support my habit of milk consumption!

The living room had a sectional hydebed (in case I brought up friends) with two contemporary recliner chairs, a TV and a stereo system;  and a bar with a separate fridge and sink from that in the kitchen.  The bar was always stocked with beer, wine, and every flavor of soda you could ask for; and the bar had 4 bar stools to sit on, should we choose eat downstairs in the suite.

I never had to bring up anything with me; but literally could leave straight from work, except to stop at home and pick up the dogs.

My weekends at my parents home was the most relaxing, enjoyable and wonderful times of memory.  They lived in my most favored climate on my most favorite location, hot and dry, on a clean swimming lake.

As I was reading this scripture, John 14:3, the Holy Spirit quickened this memory to me, and another one of similar nature.

The other memory, was when I would house sit for a Pastor and his wife when they had to travel the world on Mission Trips.  When I house sat for them I only had one Afghan Hound. When I would arrive at their house, the entire house had been prepared just for my stay.  They went so over the top, I never, ever could ask for a house sitter fee, but truthfully felt like I should pay them to stay at their house. Again, the wife would have cooked all my favorite meals, and put them in the freezer. The fridge was stocked with all the foods and brands that I used, and they always left behind an abundance of Grocery Store Cards in case anything ran out, so I would not have to take money out of my account to eat or live.  The bathroom was well stocked, even to the hair color brand and color I used!  They had a dog bed that my Afghan just loved! and they had his preferred food and favorite snacks well stocked in their garage.   They also insisted that I use their car, and left me their gas card to keep their car filled. And to ensure I would use their car and not my own, they would have me drive them to the airport, and then pick them up again, when they returned.  Most often, the would sneak my car key from me before they left, and would hide it from me so I was unable to use my car for the duration while they were gone. A game we both played with each other!

John 14:1-4 says: “1 Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. 2 My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not true, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. 4 You know the way to the place where I am going.”

If this over the top extension of consideration and kindness by my parents and by my hosts for whom I house sat was not only conceivable, but was created just for me, can your mind imagine the arrangements that Jesus Christ will make for every human being that asks for His forgiveness and asks Jesus to be their eternal Lord and Master of their life?  Think about the magnitude of what place He is in preparation for you right now. Nothing short of amazing! So great is His love for all who call Him by name!

How I Came To Move To California, Part 3

Once back home in Washington, I had to arrange for movers, discontinuation of services, and give exceptionally short notice to my employer.

I went into work on Tuesday, and after letting them know that I had gone to California for my long weekend, told them that I was starting work the following Monday at the new facility opening in California.

After shock, and congratulations, I chose to work the Tuesday and Wednesday, and make necessary arrangements around my work schedule.

Thursday the movers came in to pack up all the household belongings, as well as the portable chain link dog runs and the wood decking that I had as flooring for all of the runs.

Friday morning they would load the truck, and I would meet them at the new location in California on Monday morning, and then go to work.

My mom had decided to drive down to California with me and my 4 dogs.

She classified our trip as the “Grapes of Wrath” and we had so many fun experiences which I will share at another time.

We spent Friday evening at a motel in Salem, Oregon.

We arrived at our destination late Saturday evening.

We went to “the Denny’s” which we had agreed with the movers was where we were to meet on Monday morning at 6 am.

I introduced my mom to all the gals on staff, and they were so welcoming.

Sunday, my mom and I went out to the house on 6 acres.  And I was so happy, she loved the place.  She wanted us to sleep on sleeping bags at the house Sunday night, but I thought better of it, as we had to be at the restaurant next to the motel in the early am following, so we returned to the motel.

Monday morning.

I had my directions from the gals at the Denny’s of how to get to work. My mom and I went to the restaurant for breakfast, and the movers arrived just as I was getting ready to leave for work.  They assured me my mom was fine riding over to the house with them, and the gals at the restaurant supplied the movers with a map of directions to find the house; and we all parted ways.

I arrived home from work at the new house about 7 pm.  And there on the lawn are the movers, and my mom.

I had forgotten to give her keys to the house.

She did not have the telephone number of the new office, nor the address of the new location.

Everyone had sat waiting for me from when we had met in the morning.

God was so far ahead of all of us.

It appeared that the movers had given away or sold over half of my belongings on route to California, and assumed that my mother would not know if things were missing. Whereas, I immediately knew which boxes (as I had numbered, labeled and documented every box and every item) and items were missing.

I refused to sign for the “incomplete” delivery.

Long and short of the whole ordeal was the International Moving Company paid for the move, and gave me a replacement check to cover the cost of all of the missing items.

Had I given my mom the keys to the new house, I would never have been recompensed for the missing items or the move, as she would have assumed all items delivered and signed for the delivery!

God is so amazing!  So in advance of us!

How I Came To Move To California, Part 2

After I located the motel that I had booked for the weekend, I went to the Denny’s Restaurant that was located next door.

The staff were unbelievably friendly, and so I shared with them my reason for being there.  The genuine courtesay was further extended and several of the waitress’ said they would check the housing rentals in the paper for me daily and circle the ones that they felt would be suitable.

I arrived the next morning, Friday, and they had been busy circling ads.  I telephoned, and made my list for the day of duplex’s, town homes, and single family homes to view.

Friday night, nothing had been revealed of my new prospective residence.

Saturday, I arrived at the restaurant, and again the gals had been awesome in circling ads, and even offering telephone numbers of complexes that they had seen to and from the restaurant to their prospective homes.

I called, made appointments, and then went to view.

Saturday night, same results. Nothing.

Sunday I again repeated the process.

Again, nothing.

Monday morning. My flight was scheduled for 1 pm, which the gals at the restaurant told me that I would have to leave the restaurant by  11:30 to return the car, and make the check-in for the flight.

I began calling.  One property, a duplex on 6 acres sounded exceptionally good. I called. The gal told me that she ran a day care and would not be able to show the unit until after dinner that evening, when her husband would be home to watch their own 2 children.

I explained my situation to her, told her where I was (the Denny’s), and that should things change, I could meet her at any time prior to 11:30 am.

About 15 minutes later the telephone at the restaurant rang, and it was the gal with the rental duplex on 6 acres who had the childcare.  Her exact words were, “I have all 15 of these children loaded and seat-belted into my van; and I am going to meet you at the house in exactly 20 minutes, you had better be there!”

“Oh I will be, I will be!”

I pulled into the driveway, and there she was. I was so trilled. The property was perfect.

I walked through the house with her, a cute 2 bedroom. I told her about my 4 dogs, dog runs, outside bathtub hooked up to the outisde hose attachment.

She was fine with all of the details.

I gave her the cash for first, last and deposit. Signed the one year lease. Shook hands, and she gave me the keys. She had also written out the contact information for the telephone, and the utility contact information.

I returned to the Denny’s to let the staff know the completion of the details. Job – check, House – check.

Does God wait until the last minute?

A great new beginning.

Friends With A Library

In California I had a friend who had a bookshelf that covered one entire wall in her condo.  It was about 18 feet long by 12 feet high.  And was completely covered from wall to wall with Christian books. 

I would stop on my way home from work on Friday evenings, and pick a book or two from her shelves, return the ones I had already borrowed, and then we would go out for dinner and catch up on news of the week.

One particular Friday, I stopped, and while waiting for her to get ready to go out, I scanned the shelves and pulled off “Tough Love” by James Dobson.

When she came out of the bathroom, she looked at the selection of books I had pulled, and immediately reached to take back “Tough Love”, with the comment, “Oh you don’t want to take that book. You will be so bored. It is for people in relationships. You will absolutely wish you hadn’t bothered.” And went to return the book to the shelf.

Internally, I was adamant that I HAD to have that book to read during the upcoming week.  So I argued with her.

She argued back.

We left, and later she confessed that she was thinking of taking the book back at some period of the upcoming evening.

When I took her home after dinner, she did try to take the book with her as she got out of the car, and I immediately corrected her that I was taking the book, and was going to read it.

When I arrived home, I stopped in front of the couch, and sat down to thumb through the book. Each page, far more boring and uninteresting than the one previous.  I read through the first page on each chapter and concurred that she was correct, I would find this exceptionally boring.  I would return it to her the next day at church.  No need to keep it through the week.  She was right.

The next morning while I was getting ready for church my doorbell rang.  It was 6 am, so I could not imagine who would be at my door at that early hour. 

I opened the door to find my best friend’s husband standing there looking rather perplexed and forlorn.  They were going through the rubber meets the road days of their marriage.

He asked if he could take me to breakfast before church to ask me some questions about their relationship. 

I said “sure, have a a seat and let me just get ready, take me 10 minutes.”

I ran into the bathroom to finish getting ready to go, and he sat down on the couch in front of the coffee table.

Lying on the coffee table was James Dobson’s book, “Tough Love.”

After a few minutes, he shouts out, “Mary, can I do a rain check on that breakfast invitation; I think I will go to work and read awhile. May I borrow this book on your coffee table?”

God gave me an instant revelation moment, and I came out of the bathroom smiling, “Of course you can borrow the book; and of course we can rain check that breakfast invitation.”  You can drop off the book anytime when you are done, no rush.  Enjoy.

He left with the book in hand.

A week later the book had been popped through my mail slot with a note inside, “The best book I have ever read. I thank you so very much for letting me borrow it. I would not have made it without reading that book. I thank you so very, very much.”

He is now a born again Christian, and at that time was a 4th generation Mormon elder.

God is soooo amazing!

Who Supplies The Food?

During my time of tight financial budget restrictions “Walking With HIM” I encountered several weeks where my implemented budget plan did not include food or groceries, for me or for my 12 dogs.  At the time, I bred, showed and sold Afghan Hounds. I had the dogs available for sale, or stud fees on the males, but no interest was coming in the door or through the telephone.

God was amazing. Every single day, for over a 6 month period, a different friend would show up at the door just as I was getting home from work and would have stopped to share some “great celebratory news” and would want to take me to dinner to celebrate with them.

During this time, I came to know that unconditionally as long as I was faithful to tithe and to provide offerings where I was aware of God’s leading, I knew He would supply my daily needs, including my food; and He did. Daily.

But, I did not know if I could trust Him to supply my dogs needs.  And since I had them, and had them available for sale, lease or service, I rolled my dependency on their needs onto Him as well.  And He was faithful.

For that entire time that my budget was so restricted that I could not afford my own food, let alone a 50 pound bag of dog food weekly, I discovered that I could depend on God to provide their food and supplements as well.

Each week, a different person would show up at my door with their particular brand of dog food.  Sometimes it was “the feed store was offering this type of food free, and don’t you feed this particular kind to your dogs?”  And the answer was always “yes, that is the exact food I feed them.”  And it truly was the same kind of food.  Other times it was the person had won it in a lottery drawing that they had submitted their name to, and the type of food chosen for the draw, was the same type that I fed to my dogs, so the winner did not want the food, but would rather give it to someone who actually fed that brand of dog food.

God can totally be depended upon.

Oh No, Need Gas Again.

A few weeks later, I was budgeted to the penny. I again, had no funds for gas.

For whatever reason I did not want to chance going into the gas station, and then not have the funds for the gas. I some how did not think God would do a repeat of a miracle.

So Monday, I simply drove to work.

And Monday, I drove back home. Phew.  Made it both ways; however, the gas gauge read empty for both trips.

Tuesday, I again drove to work. 22.7 miles.

Tuesday, I again drove home from work. 22.7 miles. Another Phew!

Wednesday, I once again drove to work.  22.7 miles.

Wednesday, I again drove home from work. 22.7 miles. Again Phew!

Thursday, I did it again, I drove to work.  22.7 miles.

Thursday, I drove home from work. 22.7 miles. Again Phew! God is not just amazing, but incredible!

Friday, I drove to work. 22.7 miles.

I received confirmation of my auto deposit of my pay check.

Friday, I drove to the closest service station to fill my tank. And my tank once filled, registered “full” and the gauge was 100 % the opposite direction to what it had read all week while driving to and from work.

I had driven over 211 miles on an empty tank.

God never ceases to amaze me of just how incredible is His power to those who believe Him!