My “To Do” list for when I get to Heaven is growing. The first hundred years, I want to stand on the Mount of Olives overlooking the New Jerusalem and praise God for His faithfulness and loving kindness and mercy to me. Then I have to find Ezekiel. I have to tell him that I read his book, and that what he said set me free from believing that I was under a curse from my father. I don’t know…..
To pray or not to pray, that is the question. It’s a question I have grappled with since I became a believer in Jesus. In “Choosing Life,” I told you about my dysfunctional family. I may have been the scapegoat, but the destructive force in our lives was my father. It was in my mid-twenties that I decided to believe that Jesus was real and that He was my only hope. My first prayer for my father was that he…..
That’s me. I am a blabbermouth. But, the only secrets I share are my own. In “Choosing Life,” I told you that it was not a tell-all book. I told only enough to paint a picture, only enough to show desperation, only enough to show that my path was on a downward spiral. And then God stepped in and turned my story upside-down. My hope is that someone will be encouraged by my story. At the time, I felt that…..
In “Choosing Life,” I told you that I am allergic to roses. When I heard the song “I Never Promised You A Rose Garden,” I was thrilled. Nothing would be more deadly to me that a rose garden. Bottom line: Never be allergic to something that everybody loves. On the news today, the lead story was a German airliner that crashed into the Alps. The father of one of the young people killed in the crash said to the other…..
Growing up is complicated. It takes a while. For some of us, it takes a lot longer than for others. Does God expect us to grow up? Yes. In Ephesians 4:15, He tells us “Speaking the truth in love, we will in all things grow up into Him who is the Head, that is, Christ.” Paul warns us about needing the ‘milk’ of the gospel and not growing up enough to accept ‘solid food’ from the Word of God. So,…..
In “Choosing Life.” I told you that everything I learned, I learned from the movies. As a young girl, I would watch ‘old movies’ after my folks went to bed. By ‘old movies’ I mean movies from the 40’s and 50’s. They were made before special effects and gruesome violence, so they depended on good stories, interesting characters, and happy endings. I remember one movie about a young woman who wanted to marry a rich man. She went to a…..
In “Choosing Life,” I told you that I was an only child. When I married George, I got a whole new family. Instantly I had a mom and two sisters-in-law and a brother-in-law. My brother-in-law’s wife was my third sister-in-law. I’ll call her Madge. Madge was a fourth generation Californian, and a feisty one at that. If there was one thing that Madge had, it was opinions. And she held them strongly. Most of her opinions revolved around the sad…..
In “Choosing Life,” I told you about my dysfunctional family. Both my mother and my father were damaged people. They disowned me in 1975. In 1980, my father left my mother for a woman younger than me. My mother had been a diabetic since 1943. so my father left a very sick woman. He drained her bank accounts. I re-established contact with her when I learned that my father left. In 1987, her kidneys failed. I brought her into my…..
In “Choosing Life,” I told you that I was disowned. I was a single parent, working 9 or 10 hours a day, 6 days a week, to feed my kids and pay the bills. I felt like I had been sold into slavery. And I had a sinus infection. So, on my way home from work one night, I had to stop at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription my doctor called in. Back in the car, I was…..
One of my many favorite Bible stories is found in Mark 4:24-39. It’s the story of the Syro-Phoenician woman, a Greek, not a Jewess, who came to Jesus because her daughter was possessed by a demon. She fell at His feet. “First, let the children eat all they want,” He told her, “for it is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.” “Yes, Lord,” she replied, “but even the dogs under the table eat…..