Are we almost there yet?

Driving to school this evening to pick up my youngest from his field trip, I enjoyed the twilight sky with the moon shining and the stars just starting to peek out of their velvet backdrop. From somewhere, thoughts of the ancients popped into my head. The ones that were in Christ--did they ever speculate as to what heaven would be like?

Precious Mem'ries... how they linger, and linger... and linger... and linger..

(Note: This post was originally started back in January during the winter months. Looking back, I am awed at how God continually renews my mind, and pulls me up from the stinking thinking.  Isn't God great??)


Sitting in front of a fireplace, I'm mesmerized by the sparks dancing around the wood like fireflies. Alone in the dark, my world is quiet, the warmth of the fire relaxing me, lulling me to drift off in my thoughts. Cuddled up with my favorite pillow, I appreciate the warmth amid the weird winter weather that has seemingly engulfed half the country. I am alone, but I am safe.

Are we resting yet?

"Come unto me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls, for my yoke is easy and my burden is light" Matthew 11:28-29


I learned a long time ago, that when I find myself getting too anxious about the family.... the job... the lack of job... the health... whatever, it's usually a good indication that my focus is off of Jesus and onto myself. Here of late is no exception.

To Serve or Be Served?

During this morning's service, the comparison was made between serving, and being served. The scripture references were in John 13, the story of Jesus washing the disciples' feet. Peter of course, would have none of that, until Jesus told him he HAD to, else Peter would have no part of Christ. Oh, well then, that's a horse of a different color. In that case, Peter asked that Jesus wash all of him.

God's Gonna Get you!

"We must reverence the house of God! God is not pleased when He sees how we disrespect His house! Bringing in these red igloo cups.... eatin' our tater chips! Keep those on the OUTside!" the sermon blared from my CD player. Pretty much the entire sermon was how to keep the building clean by wiping your feet before entering--taking a shower before you come to church, and please, keep all the food out of the sanctuary. All of his scripture references were in the Old Covenant, before Jesus came and paid our penalty for sins.

Eenie meenie, miney, moe..

In my childhood days, a lot of important decisions were made using little rhymes like the one in the title. However, some decisions just should not be left to chance. This blog was inspired by another blog I read from time to time (note to self, do not build a house in Carrollton, Texas) 

God Delivers Again

Once again, God has delivered. I bet I have spent the entire week fuming over world politics, knowing that I am helpless to totally eradicate the depravity of mankind. Don't you ever get tired of it? Wouldn't you love, just for a few minutes (okay, maybe longer) to be transported to the Garden of Eden, and really be in Paradise?

Be angry and sin not

I am angry.
No matter how hard I have tried... the Philippians 4:8 verse eludes me.

8Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. 9Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.

Goodbye is not Forever

Well, I think it's time for me to re-read Ms. Amy George's book, Goodbye is Not Forever. You see, this is a book whose setting takes place at the beginning of World War II, in Russia. Yes, Stalin is in control, and times are bad. Educated people are getting sent to Siberia, and whoever the government wants to ostracize, will be ostracized, and heaven help any lowly civilian that tries to help the one ostracized. This book finds Ms. Amy and her family losing her dad to the KGB, then a few months later, themselves herded up like cattle, and sent to live and work in the concentration camps.

Luke 12-15

Well, I'm definitely in a rambling mode. The moon is threatening to become full in just a day or so. The politics of our country are picking up speed on their way to hell in that hand basket they're riding in. What makes me angry is that they insist on taking me with them. I will NOT go peacefully!

Sigh... but meanwhile, one of the other blogs I frequent has talked about "Luke 12-15", zeroing on the Prodigal son. In reading those scriptures, I didn't zero in on the prodigal son, and I'd like to share just some of the highlights that I came across. Beware: Long blog ahead...

Forgive as God has forgiven us.

Listening to one of my favorite podcasts, the speaker mentioned that there doesn't seem to be as much forgiveness dispersed throughout the body of Christ as there should be. Simply making an observation, no harm in that. Listening to his explanation, I began to wonder. Does forgiving a brother or sister in Christ equate trusting them again? This has always intrigued me. Looking in scripture, We see that we ARE to extend forgiveness. I can appreciate that. After all, if God isn't holding our sins against us, why should we hold each other's sins against ourselves?

Death, Burial and Resurrection.

In Matthew 27, we're seeing the crucifixion unfold. We see disciples scattering like sheep. Peter denies Christ, the cock crows, then with great sorrow, Peter realizes that what Jesus foretold was true. Peter knew Jesus to be the Son of God. He confessed this in earlier times. Did it mean anything to him? He denied knowing Who he knew to be God's son. I surmise that none of the disciples knew what was happening. Sure, Jesus told them plainly that he was going to die; yet none of the disciples (except Peter) would even go there. Beyond making sure it wasn't each of them that wasn't going to betray them, they never proceeded any further. Even Judas, realizing that he had betrayed an innocent man (Duh!) tried to give back the money; and when that didn't go well, he hung himself. In hell? Most folks think so. I won't even go there. Judas was part of the plan--SOMEONE had to betray him--it was prophesied. Where was Jesus during the three days after His death and before His resurrection? The idea was that He went to set captives free in the prison/paradise, whatever you want to call it. Judas might've been there. I have no clue. To speculate would be merely to speculate. God has it covered. No need to stress about it.

The Lord's Supper--beautiful picture of the New Covenant!

These scriptures never fail to amaze me. The woman pouring the expensive oil on Jesus. Jesus told the folks that were there, that the reason she did this, was to prepare Him for burial. He knew His time was at hand. Did SHE know the reason she was doing this? Who was she? We're not told. There seems to be gaps in the story--not on God's part, but things that make me want to know more. Why were they in a Leper's house?? Surely he was no longer a leper? Was he one of the 10 that were healed? He now had a house. It was my understanding that all personal belongings were stripped, and lepers cast out of the city.

Judas ticked me off. In verse 14, we're told of Judas going to make a deal with the pharisees. Then in verse 22 he says, "Surely not I, Lord?" Boy, talk about hypocrisy! He knew full good and well it was going to be him! I imagine this was a whispered conversation. I can't imagine Peter would have over heard that, then not have done anything. Not Peter. Humph!

Happy Valentine's Day??

Sitting in front of a fireplace, I'm mesmerized by the sparks dancing around the burning logs like fireflies. Alone in the dark, my world is quiet, the warmth of the fire relaxing me, lulling me to drift off in my thoughts. Cuddled up with my favorite blanket, I appreciate the warmth amid the weird winter weather that has seemingly engulfed half the country. I am alone, but I am safe.

Let GO already!

As I sit here staring at my monitors.. (yes, plural) I contemplate the pros and cons of wiping my laptop clean. Not knowing that much about the hardware of technology, I'm unsure as to what to do. I have to move my backed up files back to the now-fixed laptop, fresh from the "computer garage" and don't know how to do it.