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I have a younger brother—eight years younger. During my teen years, he resided in brat mode. One spring morning the windows were open and little brother’s loud voice rang out. Outdoors. Underneath my window. Reciting my diary.

The little varmint had swiped my secret treasure and was sharing it with the neighborhood. I immediately petitioned for parental power, “M-o-o-om! Get ‘im.”

If he wasn’t doing brat, did I enjoy my brother? No, I ignored him as a necessary nuisance. Just like I’m apt to ignore God. But like me hollering for Mom, when things aggravate, hurt, or frighten me, I shout “Get ‘em God,” and assume that the Holy God of the Universe is my go-to-guy in times of trouble.

At least that’s what we’ve all fooled ourselves into believing.

We’ve mistaken His patience for tolerance and His mercy for acquiescence. Ignoring Him when times are good and demanding His appearance when we can’t make it through the dense fog of grief, the brick wall of financial problems, or the heartache of family chaos. Then we turn to Him and whine.

We’re in good company, the prophet Habakkuk did the same thing before Babylon invaded Israel in 597 B.C. He experienced the same things we are experiencing in 2013. Probably worse. The temple goers were acting just like the non-temple goers. Judges were making unjust decisions—money bought favorable rulings in those days too. The governing class was downright corrupt. And robberies, murders, and psychopaths—just like our world today—filled the local news.

Righteousness was a joke, truth stumbled in the streets, and the desire to be holy? Oh, give me a break—just like today.

In Habakkuk 1:2-3 the prophet cried out:

“O Lord, how long shall I cry, and thou wilt not hear? Even cry out unto thee of violence, and thou wilt not save. Why does thou shew me iniquity, and cause me to behold grievance? For spoiling and violence are before me; and there are that raise up strife and contention…”

But Habakkuk slapped his hand over his mouth and said:

“I will stand upon my watch, and set me upon the tower, and will watch to see what He will say unto me, and what I shall answer when I am reproved.”

Habakkuk knew God and was aware of his position before Him.

Do we? Do we realize there is a time to turn off the spicket of our groaning and complaining? Do we bow before the might, power and sovereignty of the Lord God Almighty, realizing everything comes from His hand—the good, the bad, and the ugly—because He is Holy, Righteous, and Just. He see’s the whole picture and He’s in control. We’re not.

In Chapter Two, God answered Habakkuk. And the prophet’s finger pointing was turned back on his own people. Yikes! Do you suppose if we quit griping and sat silent before Him, God would do the same with us? Would we listen?

I’ve spent a lot of years in front of the TV—finger-pointing. I grew up in the fifties and sixties, the time when the church went inside and shut the doors to keep the bad stuff out. Guess what? We are the bad stuff and it came inside with us.

God told us to “go tell and stand firm.” He didn’t say, “circle the wagons and hunker down.” We are suffering the consequences of our failure to obey. The church, like the Israelites, has become like the pagan, idol-worshipping, world. We want enough of God to dodge hell, but not enough of Him to be holy. To be transformed into the image of His only Son, Jesus, but just a little bit. Not complete transformation.

America has been sent warning after warning. God calls, “Return to Me so that I may return to you.” And we turn a deaf ear.

Habakkuk asked and God gave him a vision of what was to come. And come it did—in wide-screen, surround-sound, HD.

Chapter Three records Habakkuk’s response. He prayed. And the closing sentences of his prayer should require us to zip our lips and ask ourselves “Could I make Habakkuk’s confession of faith in God and really mean it?”

“Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls; Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. The Lord God is my strength, and He will make my feet like hinds’ feet, and He will make me to walk upon mine high places.”

This is not a fictional assumption of what’s to come. Just turn your TV on this morning and watch the pictures of the Philippine Islands last weekend. The terrifying loss of life and the devastation of their land, in just a few short horrific hours, could have happened anywhere in the world. Not by typhoon, but perhaps by fire, earthquake, tsunami, hurricane, tornadoes. Or war.

Principles of truth in our nation cannot stand without righteousness. Principles of righteous cannot stand without justice and judgment. This nation was built upon these cornerstones. America’s foundation is anchored in the truths of the Word of God and belief in the mercy and grace provided by the death of our righteous Passover Lamb, Jesus Christ. But over half of our people have taken pick-axes to this foundation and are chunking God’s truths on the trash heap.

When the foundation of a nation crumbles, the people perish.

What about you? Your family? Your church? When the grocery shelves are empty, and there are no crops in the field, and no sign of provisions on the horizon, will you still confess that the Lord God is your strength and Jesus is your Lord?

When everything you’ve put your trust in: your home, your possessions, your job, your health are gone, will you still find joy in the God of your salvation? And will you trust Him to give you the strength to walk with Him upon His high places. Or will you still be hollering “get ‘em God?”

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DIVINE DINING

This week I’m honored to introduce my friend and author, Janet Brown, as a guest on my blog. Hope you enjoy and please check out the special Amazon offer below.

Welcome, Janet.

Thanks for having me, DiAne.janet (3)(4)

I lost ninety-five pounds and have maintained the loss for seventeen years. One tool in my recovery remains the daily reading of inspirational books. I found my library incomplete when I searched for one that combined a twelve-step program with God as the Higher Power. The biggest secret to my success was giving up my will and letting God do it through me. I wrote a book of daily devotions that came from my journals and memories. This is one woman’s road for success. I pray these thoughts help others reach the same healing God gave to me. It’s all about God.
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Janet K. Brown lives in Wichita Falls, Texas with her husband, Charles. Though she has written most of her adult life, since her retirement as a bookkeeper and medical coder, she writes as a second career and as a ministry.
Divine Dining is the author’s second book. It encompasses her passion for diet, fitness, and God’s Word. Janet released her debut novel, an inspirational young adult, Victoria and the Ghost, in July, 2012. She continues to write short stories for teens and adults. The sequel to her young adult is contracted to release in June, 2014.
She and her husband love to travel with their RV, visit their three daughters, two sons-in-law and three grandchildren, and work in their church. Find her at http:/ /www.janetkbrown.com on Twitter, @janetkbrowntx , on Facebook @ http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Janet-K-Brown-Author/143915285641707

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I know you’ve heard the following statement a jillion times. “People are the product of their environment.” Some folks wear that statement like a badge of honor, but that’s not necessarily true.

We all know people who came from wonderful homes and someway, somehow, they took a one-eighty and ended up destroying their lives. And then there are individuals from terrible circumstances who determine to endure and learn to live joy filled, successful lives.

In either situation, everything depends upon your heart, your choices, your character, and your God.

The year was 1921 on a snowy Christmas Sunday morning in Sebrell, Virginia, Christine Bell Davis arrived in this world. She was sixth in a line of thirteen children—seven survived.

If success depended on environment, my Mama would have been a failure before she began. Her mother was married five times and their home was a movie epic titled Dysfunction. Yet a determined will to prevail filled my mother’s young heart from the beginning.

In her later years Mama wrote a book for her children and grandchildren, a legacy to show how different life was in pre-World War II years and beyond.

The first two husbands provided for the family and life, while not affluent, was certainly average or above. But as the list of husbands grew life changed. Especially as their income slipped below the poverty line. And one of Mama’s old quotes certainly applies here: “When money problems come in the front door, love goes out the back.”

At age nine, Mama, her parents, and five children (at that time) walked from Augusta, Georgia, to Jacksonville, Florida, on the promise of a job for the current step-father. That was the summer of 1931. And, if you remember, the stock market had crashed in October of 1929. The depression was in full swing and the country was in chaos. People had lost their homes, their savings, and their jobs. There was no money for bus fare. No car to drive and even if they had a car, no money for gas. No. Money.

They ate when food was offered by kind farmers, slept on bare floors in empty houses along the way—no electricity or running water. But even then the hand of God was on my Mama. This rag-tag group made it safely to Jacksonville. Finally. Mama has no idea how long the journey took other than a long, very long time.

Old deserted St. Vincent’s Hospital in Jacksonville was used to give shelter to the needy. And they were needy. The family set up housekeeping and Mama was allowed to enroll in school again. But after so many moves and never finishing a grade, she was placed in the second grade. However, Mama was a good student; and, in spite of several more moves, she skipped portions of the third, fourth, and fifth grades and by early 1934 she was back with her proper age group in sixth grade.

The following year, without explanation, her mother sent her to a small town outside Jacksonville to live with an unknown family on a farm. She didn’t remember their names and never knew why she had been sent away.

When she returned home the following year the family was falling apart. Another husband was in the home and several children had run away. My mother’s mom took a job in a small community near Jacksonville and took their younger brother with her. But she left Mama and her eleven year sister in the care of their seventeen-year-old sister. Three girls alone, with no money. Not wanting to care for them, the elder sister put the younger girl on a bus and sent her to their mother. Then without telling my Mama, the older sister left.

Mama was thirteen, by herself and frightened. She found a distant cousin, with five children of her own, who made arrangements for Mama to attend a camp for underprivileged children for two weeks. But this lonely thirteen-year-old had to walk three miles to catch the bus for camp.

When she returned her mother placed she and the eleven year old sister in the Parental Home for Girls and their brother in the Boys Home. Mama admitted being angry, but also said it was the best thing that ever happened to her. Again, God was in charge of Mama’s life. Keeping her safe. Providing situations and people to nurture endurance and strength of character in her and teach her life skills.

The next few years were secure, happy years, and Mama excelled.
But the year Mama was to be a senior in high school her mother took her out of the Parental Home and was told she must work to help provide income for the family. There were no social services to intervene. You obeyed your parents.

A couple of years after that Mama met my Daddy and the rest is history. They married, had two children, three grandchildren, and lived together fifty-five years ‘til Mama’s death.

This godly woman taught her children the principles of God’s Word by the way she lived and treated others. Mama loved to sing and cook. Her favorite sayings: “Actions are caught—not taught.” And, “If you don’t want to get in trouble—don’t be where trouble can happen. . .” have stuck in my head through the years and I’ve passed them on to my children and grandchildren.

We weren’t a wealthy family by the world’s standards but she and Daddy provided a secure home for my brother and me. They cared for us and loved us and their grandchildren.

In the final months of her life Alzheimer’s had robbed Mama of almost everything. She was in the hospital when I called to check on her one evening. The nurse said Mama was groaning about something and they couldn’t find out what was bothering her.

I asked the young woman if she was familiar with church hymns. She said “yes,” so I asked her to go, lean down close to Mama and let me know what she was saying. It must have been four or five minutes before the nurse returned. I could tell she was weeping, when she gasped, “I can’t believe it. Your Mama isn’t groaning. She’s singing Amazing Grace.”

Mama knew God’s Word and held onto His Truths. She knew first hand: “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope” (Jeremiah 29:11 NAS).

Could you have weathered a childhood of destitution? Dysfunction? Despair? How about your children? If all their toys and cushy way of life was suddenly snatched away who or what would they cling to?

Jesus said, “These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world” (John 16:33 NAS).

And He promises, “In my Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also” (John 14:2-3 NAS).

Through all the trials and heartaches Mama’s heart was fixed on Jesus. And she served her Lord by helping others. She refused to allow her environment to define who she was. She chose to trust God in the terrible circumstances and endure the trials He allowed in her life. And today her heart is at peace with her Lord. Her King. Forever. Just like Jesus promised.

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Every day, flush after flush, Americans attempt to rid their lives of three troublesome Christian character attributes like they were dung. The chain is pulled, over and over, sending these necessary principles swirling down the drain as if they were contaminated sewage. Sound ugly? Offend your senses? Sorry. It’s truth. And it’s DSCF2349happening throughout American and within the church. Day after day after day.

We don’t fear God.

We haven’t taught our children to fear God. We’ve danced a little two-step, ever widening the theology around this instruction for years. And now our children fear nothing. Respect nothing. And believe nothing.

We have rebelled against God.

“Fear God? He’s a God of love isn’t He? Why should I fear Him? I just need to show Him a little respect—right?”

No. That’s not what scripture says. The Hebrew word “yare” means fear, terrible thing, stand in awe, reverence. This verb connotes the psychological reaction of fear. To tremble. Be afraid of Him. Be afraid to disobey Him. Be afraid of the certainty of consequences if you do.

Satan whispers deceptive lies in our ears, just like he did to Eve. He twists and turns truth, misrepresenting who God is and what He has said. And, just like Eve, we choose to believe the devil’s lies.

Proverbs says: “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge; fools despise wisdom and instruction” (Proverbs 1:7 NAS).

We don’t love truth, because truth is hard. And we don’t like hard stuff. We don’t like change. And we don’t want God to change us. Oh, maybe a tiny bit, but not a radical change. That’s too much.

The truth is, if He doesn’t change us, we don’t belong to Him. God is perfect love, perfect truth, and perfect righteousness. We cannot come into His presence without being cleansing by the blood and the righteous covering of Jesus Christ.

When you walked the aisle and were dunked in the baptismal waters, if there was no change in your heart, your attitude, and your lifestyle, there’s a problem. If you sleep through life, sermons, and grief, never experiencing the transforming power of God’s love in your life, there’s a problem.

At the time of salvation the Comforter, the Helper, the Spirit of God comes to live in our hearts. From that moment we are given all of the Spirit we will ever have. But does the Spirit have all of us? Scripture instructs “do not grieve the Spirit of God.”

How many reading this blog today have children and grandchildren who ignore you? Want no relationship with you? Disobey your rules? Refuse to show their love, respect, and gratitude for your provision and position in their lives? Their actions hurt and grieve your heart, don’t they?

How much more the Holy Spirit is grieved if we have no desire to allow Him to transform our minds, hearts, and souls. When we refuse to study the truths of His Word, choosing to cling to the things we watch on TV, see in the movies and read in many books, things we know offend our righteous God and offend His Spirit—what does this say about our fear of Him and love for Him?

Earth is a training ground. Training for eternal life with God, under the rule and reign of Jesus Christ, in a place of perfect righteousness. If we’re not happy to be with Him now, why do you think we’d be happy with Him, in His kingdom? What have you learned during your journey on earth that will equip you for eternity? What are your life patterns training you for? Do you love Jesus more with each passing day?

Revelation 21: 8 tells us “cowards, unbelieving and abominable and murderers and immoral persons and sorcerers and idolaters and all liars, their part will be in the lake that burns with fire and brimstone, which is the second death. These will not inherit the kingdom of God.”

God is not our fairy-godfather, who waves His hand to make our lives perfect. No. He tells us our hearts are wicked and deceitful. But Jesus will transform us to be like “trees planted by the river of waters” that will bring forth spiritual fruit. That’s not for some time bye-and-bye in the sky. It’s right now.

We are to wake up each morning asking for courage to put to death the deeds of our flesh. We are to walk in obedience to God’s principles and precepts, in spite of the trends of our times. Our lives are to bring honor and glory to Him. We are to show others what Jesus looks like.

I have a terrible temper. I’d love to tell you the Holy Spirit waves His cosmic hand and that nasty nonsense disappears out of my heart and mind. No, I have to make the choice, each day, to put this ugliness out of my life every time it flutters and builds walls in my heart.

When I obey, the Spirit helps me. He bolsters my courage to stand against the deception that lurks in the dark corners of my heart and mind. But I have to pick up the spike and hammer it into this evil character trait, as well as all the other behaviors and attitudes I know do not honor God.

Transformation takes a lifetime, but there must be forward progress. And we can’t muscle our way to change. There must be an individual relationship with Jesus. A longing to spend time with Him. An urgency to know His word. And time learning to trust Him.

The end of this age is drawing near. God’s people are to be watchmen on America’s wall. We are to sound the alarm. And who isn’t alarmed by the swift decent of this nation into calling good—evil and evil—good? We are to battle with one hand on the Word of God and the other hand on the pulse of discipleship. Teaching, comforting, and caring for those God places in our circle of friendship. So when the attacks come the Word of God will slice between truth and lies. Are you blowing a wake-up call to all who will listen?
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The battle will be fierce in the days to come. In order to stand firm our hearts must be trained, full of courage, and being renewed and refilled with the truth of His Word, the knowledge of His love, and the power of His Spirit.

We are called to be committed soldiers of the King. Soldiers who have a healthy fear of The Sovereign God of all creation. A good God who takes care of His own people. But a righteous God who will, on a day certain, judge His enemies. Forever.

Today there’s still time to repent. Time for the Spirit to transform your life. Time to learn to fear God, love HisDSCF0983 truth, and stand with courage.

But God’s clock is ticking. The hour is late. And time is short.

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Three words, my Father’s hands, stir memories in my mind and in my heart. Loving memories. Bringing tears.DSCF3557

In his early years my father’s hands were full of good times and fun. Memories of summers at the beach and the lake. Memories of Daddy pulling on a slalom, poking a cigar tight into the folds of his mouth, slapping that ski onto a mirrored lake behind a speed boat. His antics always delighting those watching, ‘til he sprayed a rooster-tail over those silly enough to be standing at the end of the dock as he flew by.
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With style and flare, he glided onto the white sand and hopped out of the ski boot. Cigar dry, still tucked in the safety of his lips curved in a smirk. But trials, life experiences, and illness wore much of his humor very thin.

However, his hands—aged, calloused, worn—taught me many lessons for which I’m grateful. Even though some of those lessons were what not to do. No, Daddy wasn’t perfect, but Sunday morning was certain. We went to Sunday School and Church. If I was too sick to go to church that morning, you were in bed for the day. And there was no TV in my room. Nor any phones or games—just Daddy’s discipline.
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Daddy’s hands delivered loving hugs and atta-girl praises and they also delivered discipline. Not often, but when the need arose, discipline was swift and sure.

What kind of hands does your father have? Rough and calloused work hands? Gentle and loving kind hands? Or impatient, harsh hands? Whatever hands your father displayed have shaped the memories and images you have retained through your life.

What memories will your child treasure about your hands? What memories will bring sadness to their hearts? What memories will they despise? Now is the time to build joy-filled memories.DSCF3205

We have a Father in heaven whose hands are always outstretched and full of mercy, love, and grace to all who seek a relationship with Him. A Father whose constant desire is to build in us memories of trust in His truth and faithfulness. A Father who never changes. Who is the same yesterday, today, and forever. But a Father’s whose greatest desire is to transform, shape, and mold us into the image of His Son.

And sometimes that transformation requires discipline.

“My son, do not reject the discipline of the Lord, or loathe His reproof, for whom the Lord loves He reproves, even as a father, the son in whom he delights” (Proverbs 3:11 NAS).

Does that mean He abuses us to get His way. Oh my no, but if you’re His child, He will not let you continually walk in disobedience and rebellion. Throughout the Bible He urges us to “Return to Me… so that I may return to you” (Zechariah 1: 3 NAS).
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Then why have so many within the church turned their back on God, living lives contrary to His Word? And, at least for the moment, they believe there are no consequences.

Have we become so accustomed to life in the chaos of compromise we no longer desire the pure standard of God’s righteousness? Have we tolerated the constant dripping of unrighteousness into every portion of life so we now deem godly righteousness unpleasant and distasteful? Have we considered when Jesus rules and reigns there will be perfect righteousness? His righteousness.

When a church member continues living life on their terms, rather than God’s standard, it may be they have no relationship with Jesus. They may not be a child of the Holy God. Scripture warns, “Therefore, just as the Holy Spirit says, today if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts as when they provoked Me…and they did not know My ways; as I swore in My wrath, they shall not enter My rest” (Hebrews 3:7-8,10-11 NAS).

God’s ways are not our ways. We have the patience of gnats. But His patience, love, and longsuffering endure…scripture says “Forever”. And as long as there’s life and breath, there’s hope for change. God is willing to forgive even the most despicable acts of sin, iniquity, and unrighteousness because of the payment Jesus made for all who trust and obey Him.
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But in that day, just like our earthly fathers, God’s final judgment for sin will come. Swift and sure. And in that final day, when the Church Age is over and Christ comes to claim His own, those left behind will suffer the severe judgment of the Lord God because they chose not to accept Jesus death, not to accept that cross covered with His blood, as full payment for every sin ever committed by men and women against a righteous and holy God.

That period of time is called the Tribulation. It will last seven years. And it will be brutal beyond our ability to comprehend. Many will be saved during those days and many will be killed for their decision to follow Christ. Many will harden their hearts, just like they’ve done all their lives, and these will be separated from God forever. Confined to abide with Satan and his demons in a place where “their worm does not die and the fire is not quenched” (Mark 9:48 NAS).

God never does anything unless He first tells His prophets. And He has, folks. The facts are all there. Given and protected by God’s hands, in the pages of His Word. Are you teaching these ancient words to your children and grandchildren? Do you know enough of the Word to teach these truths to the little ones in your care?2009 07 24 079_edited-1

Time is growing short. God has placed precious treasures in your hands, to model His hands of love and discipline. What are your hands teaching your children?

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Sandcastles are whimsical, magical sculptures. From the time I was a little girl growing up along the southern Atlantic shores, I sat at the edge of the waves on Jacksonville Beach or Little Talbot Island dumping bucketfuls of wet beach sand on top of each other, constructing my own castle in the sand.

These days when I find myself visiting ocean-anywhere I still drop to my knees to build yet another marvelous sandy structure.

DSCF3249I love to wade in the surf watching the delight of children feeling sand between their toes, enjoying their squeals of excitement racing into the waves. Some plunging in, others turning and attempting to outrun the foaming crests.DSCF3543

Oh, and there’s the joy of seeing the adult facade melt from a parent’s or a grandparent’s face as childhood memories wash over them and they join their children in a frivolous romp along the DSCF3256shore.

Salty air, puffy clouds, dancing waves, and a bucket and shovel—a sure ‘nough recipe for fun. Family vacations drawing us together, refreshing relationships, and cementing bonds and memories we will carry for a lifetime.DSCF3213

The brevity of these fanciful structures always lead me to question the stability and building code of my own home. Because many of us have employed sandcastle theology to construct the places we live and the relationships we invest in.

God tells us:

“Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it; unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman keeps awake in vain. It is vain for you to rise up early, to retire late, to eat the bread of painful labors; for He gives to His beloved even in his sleep. Behold, children are a gift of the Lord; the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one’s youth. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; they shall not be ashamed, when they speak with their enemies in the gate” (Psalm 127 NAS).
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Is your home built on the solid Rock foundation of the Jesus? Or are you building a cheap, knock-off, mish-mash of pride that is likely to be swept away in the first high tide of selfishness, riptide of anger, or tsunami of indebtedness or infidelity?

The Lord Jesus is the only Rock. Our stronghold. Our Savior. And the Bible is our instruction manual. The answer to every problem we face individually, as a family, and as a nation can be found in our Lord Jesus Christ and the blueprint for reconstruction lies in the pages of His Word.

If your home and family need remodeling just ask Him.

“The Lord’s lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Thy faithfulness…The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the person who seeks Him” (Lamentations 3:22-25 NAS).
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And He is able to rescue, repair, and rebuild what we believe should be demolished. The home He rebuilds is able to withstand life’s ocean of howling storms because He is our Shield and our Protector. All you have to do is ask and place your faith and trust in the Master Builder.

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Please welcome to my blog this morning, new friend and writer, Michele Herzog. Those of you looking forward to my Sandcastles post will have to wait a few more days, while we consider those fifty-five million plus children who will never have the opportunity to dash through the waves and build whimsical castles in the sand.

Michele, thank you for your love for children and the Lord.

Friday, September 20, 2013
Their Ashes Will Not Be Forgotten

Today the documentary “After Tiller” made it’s debut for all the world to see into the lives of the four self-proclaimed late term abortionists still practicing this absolute barbaric and gruesome procedure in America.

I have to say that when I was reminded of this being the opening day of the documentary, my mind went back to the years I stood in front of Tiller’s late term abortuary.

I couldn’t help but think of all the faithful Christian’s over the years that stood in the middle of winter in below zero weather or the blazing hot summer’s and never ending blowing wind, praying, crying and pleading with the women going into Tiller’s infamous late term abortion facility, the years it was open.

I began to think of the ten years of going out to Tiller’s at 6:00am on Tuesday mornings, week after week, year after year to be there for all the women that would come from around the country and abroad to have their late term abortions. It’s hard to write this, as I think of the women full term having a hard time getting out of their car. Their child fully formed, sometimes ready to be born.

But what I remember the most was the smoke stack, the thick smoke that would billow out, and the ashes of the children would fall all around us, sometimes falling like snow, covering our windshields, and sometimes pieces of the baby would fall on our feet. You see, George Tiller had an adult size crematorium and all those babies would be thrown into that incinerator and their ashes would flow across Wichita, the smell of human flesh burning was everywhere around us.

My friend Karen and I would walk back and forth across the driveway reading the word when women weren’t coming in. The sword of the spirit would keep us focused on Christ amidst the absolute evil that surrounded us. Another friend of mine, Don, would lead worship in front of this place of death because the praises of His people scatter the enemy.

I remember the day Christin Gilbert died, a down syndrome young girl who had been taken to Tiller’s and died at the hands of none other then Leroy Carhart, one of the four being held in high esteem in this movie, and made out to be somewhat of a hero; which is such a dichotomy as Christin is not the only woman Carhart has butchered along with the 1,000’s of babies he has killed.

Abortionists Leroy Carhart, George Tiller, Shelly Sella &Susan Robinson
prior to a dinner in Topeka thrown in honor by then Governor Sebellius.
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Yes, abortionist Carhart would drive down from Nebraska to perform abortions at Tiller’s abortuary along with Shelly Sella and Susan Robinson flying in each month to also help along with the business of late term abortions. Three out of the four abortionists in this film used to kill little human beings regularly at Tillers.

I feel at times that it was just a terrible nightmare what I saw at that place of death, but it wasn’t, it really happened, I truly saw evil.

These four are not heros; heros save lives, they don’t brutally kill innocent human beings. I like and agree with what Cheryl Sullenger of Operation Rescue stated in a Fox interview, “After Tiller” is nothing more than a propaganda piece for late-term abortions. The movie tries to portray them as caring people – even heroes – but the side I have seen of these people more resembles the persona of Kermit Gosnell than Albert Schweitzer,” she said. “In my opinion, they all belong in prison.”

No, I will never forget the ashes, ever, and for all the little baby boys and girls that lost their little lives at that abortuary, my heart cries, but my resolve remains strong to continue on being that voice for those who have no voice, pressing forward toward the day that unborn human beings will be protected.

When I grow weary and tired, I will always remember the ashes, and this dear Lord I persevere for your precious little children.

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THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD.

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The chill of a predawn ocean breeze swept across the sand as I made my way over the dunes and onto the South Carolina beach last week. The only sound—the rhythmic rippling of gentle waves breaking along the shoreline.

Alone in the darkness, dwarfed, and awed by the anticipated majesty of this morning concert ready to fill the heavens with God’s created light, I waited. But for the moment the clouds, the sand, and the ocean were smoky gray.DSCF3287

Dull. Flat. Lifeless.

I snapped the first photo.

DSCF3291A tinge of blue washed across the expanse above my head, scattering the remnants of darkness like pulled strands of cotton candy.

Gray clouds soaked up the coming lights of heaven and reflected the soon-to-be seen splendor of the sun’s march to the line between sea and sky.DSCF3306 Like turning up the rheostat of a chandelier from dimmer to lighter and brighter, the intensity of tone grew deeper and more brilliant in hue. The multiplicity of the palette increased as streaks of golden light radiated across the heavens.DSCF3337

Until the ordained moment the fiery sphere split the horizon.

My heart thrilled and my mind flew back to the descriptions in Ezekiel’s first ten chapters when this prophet saw the brilliance of the glory of God leaving the temple. Could the glow of the sunrise each morning be a tiny reminder from God to us of the miraculous glory of who He is?DSCF3343

The shutter of my camera clicked again and again and again as the sea mirrored the ever-changing prisms of sunlight showering onto the tide pools, wave crests, and beach sand.DSCF3352 At this moment creatures of His creation responded. Pelicans and seagulls winged their way to and fro over the ocean. Porpoise played along the shallows. Birds trilled their praise and people ran along the sand while the crescendo of the sun’s melodious journey continued high into the heavens.

Just a glimpse of the glory that will come when King Jesus splits the eastern sky. And God’s Son will rule and reign from David’s throne in Jerusalem and our anthem of praise will glorify God’s name forever.
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The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament shows His handiwork” (Psalm 19:1 NKJ).

But before the sun’s light touched the heavens, the clouds, the sand, and the sea, were drab and colorless. Just like us. Smudged. Lifeless. Dead.

“…because what may be known of God is manifest in them, for God has shown it to them. For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, so that they are without excuse, because although they knew God they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened” (Romans 1:19-21 NKJ).DSCF3445

Until we return and repent, allowing the Lord Jesus Christ to rule and reign in our heart. Only then can the Holy Spirit illuminate our life enabling each one of us to reflect the brilliant light of His absolute truth and His amazing grace and love to a lost, deceived, and dying world.

The sun, the moon, and the stars rejoice to give God glory and run their appointed course day and night. What about me? What about you? Do we? Or are we so absorbed by the busy chaos of this world we miss God’s appointed course for our life?
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Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you, and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age” (Matthew 28:19-20 NKJ).

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PUDDLES OF JOY

Sloshing in roadside curbs during spring showers always made me giggle when I DSCF1294was a child. And stomping in those puddles with friends to see which one of us could make the biggest splash shoved our laughter clear to bell-ringing joy.

August in drought-ridden Texas is brutal so we escape to the air-conditioned comfort of our homes. Not so for the birds. They’re confined to the scorching concrete and asphalt.

There was not even a promise of rain one hot, dry, August afternoon. But red birds, blue-jays, mocking birds, and even doves, splashed and splattered in refreshing puddles of relief created by my soaker hose.

Except of a few naysayers, who sat in the branches too stubborn or too afraid to surrender to the delight of the cool water, these winged creatures cast their personality quirks off their wing tips to join in a few moments of peaceful restoration.

Did you know God provides puddles of refreshment for His kids too? Puddles of encouragement. Puddles of invigoration. Puddles of comfort. These oasis DSCF1074moments appear like the spontaneity of a summer shower. A phone call from a grandchild. An unexpected letter or card. A surprise bouquet of flowers. Or perhaps a tiny thought or memory that brings pleasure and breaks the grip and stress of life’s storms.

Last week I found myself in one of those funks. Too much to do, too little time. I was overwhelmed. I surrendered to the sudden urge to turn off the freeway and take the country route home. I drove along grumbling and complaining, paying no attention to my surroundings, ‘til something sprinted from the bushes ahead of me.

A roadrunner.

Now this Florida gal never ceases to be amazed and filled with delight at every sighting of this peculiar bird. This long-legged fowl moved with the speed of light, out of the bushes, across the roadway, down the ditch and up the embankment to the other side. I could almost hear the “beep-beep” as his feathers caught the sunlight and flashed snatches of green, blue and chestnut brown. He paused, looked my direction, then spread his wings and flew over the bushes into the safety of the forest.

Amazing.  I’m grumbling and complaining and God puts this puddle of encouragement, especially for me, smack in the middle of my path. I spent the remainder of the journey home thanking God. Contemplating the mercy and grace His love poured on me in spite of the deception of my tantrum.

The lens we choose to look through every moment of each day colors our attitude and guides the ebb andDSCF1220 flow of our tumultuous emotions.

What if I had ignored the impulse to get off the freeway Habitrail and continued zooming home at max speed, my stress building with every turn of the wheels? Could it be our parents understood the old saying about taking time to inhale the fragrance of the blossoms?

IMG_1564 210I wondered how many of God’s puddles, tagged with my name, I’ve missed, run through, or ignored?

How about you? Have you become so embroiled in the deserts of drought, the heat of battles, and storms of relationships that you have failed to stop and enjoy those God given moments of blessed relief?

I would love to hear what inviting puddles have brought blessings to you. Share how those moments of joy changed you.

God promises to renew our strength along this difficult journey. If we wait on DSCF2409 0044Him. He promises to give us His strength. If we seek Him. And He promises to guide us through rough terrain. But, it’s all conditional on watching, waiting, and taking the time to wade into those precious puddles of delightful joy sent by God the Father to His parched, needy children.

“Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth does not become weary or tired. His understanding is inscrutable. He gives strength to the weary, and to him who lacks might He increases power. Though youths grow weary and tired, and vigorous young men stumble badly, yet those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles, they will run and not get tired, they will walk and not become weary” (Isaiah 40:28-31 NAS).

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