Wednesday, March 14, 2018

IF you only pray when you're in trouble, 
you're in trouble!

Monday, March 5, 2018

DT Willer alias Hooney, Ginger Tabby of My Heart

 “What do you want for our 15th anniversary honey?” Mick looked at me attentively for my answer.
Not pausing to even take a breath I replied “I have always wanted an orange tabby….”(what I didn’t mention was that I’d always wanted a Ragdoll, Birman, Norwegian Forest cat, Abyssinian, Maine Coon cat….. are you getting the picture of why Mick sometimes, affectionately I hope, calls me “cat crazy”?) I heard then sputters and strange noises coming from the other side of the table where my hubby sat.

Fast forward a week…. “Honey, what would you REALLY like for our anniversary?”

“Hum, I think that would be an orange tabby…..”

“Do you really want another cat? I mean, isn’t three enough work?”

“I’d love to have a kitten to give these guys something to think about.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure, I am sure.”

“well, I guess you can keep your eyes open for an orange tabby…”

Now the sputtering and strange noises were coming from MY side of the table! I immediately called our “cat lady” who fostered as many as 30 or more kitties at a time. Lois didn’t have any orange kittens. I began to pray too because I didn’t know if one more feline was going to make the rest of the cats go “tilt”. We didn’t need accidents, spraying or anyone going outside the box.

Pretty soon there was an ad in the paper for kittens. They were for sale for $35 each and had their shots. The price of the kittens was going to help get the two mother cats to be spayed. I called, they had my orange tabby. We made arrangements to go see him and then the lady called back.
“Another family came and the lady is interested in the orange tabby. I have decided I will take offers and whoever makes the highest bid can have the kitten…..”

“Ah, I am sorry but I don’t think we want to get into a bidding war, thanks so much for calling.”
I was letdown to say the least. Then I began looking at my calendar – 2 months ahead there was a darling orange tabby on the June photo. I felt like that was what our kitty would look like – he was a dark cinnamon color and a tiny kitten. No more ads to answer. I ran around with my kitty carrier in the back of the truck for the next six weeks. Our anniversary was fast approaching and I decided to drop by the Humane Society.

There were kittens everywhere. None of them were orange. Oh, there was a long haired slightly buff colored one and it was lethargic and had matter in its eyes – definitely didn’t look healthy.

I was headed for my truck and the phone rang.

“Hi, is this Marijo, the one who wanted an orange tabby?”

“Ahh, yes, who is this?”

“This is Mary the one who had the orange tabby that you and that other family both wanted. I don’t even know how I still had your phone number but I found it on a slip of paper on the floor…. Do you still want an orange tabby?”

“Actually I was just at the Humane Society looking for one, why?”

“Well the lady brought her kids over, they just picked a black kitten and the orange tabby is available again. They are weaned and just turned 7 weeks old.”

“Where do you live?”

Turned out she was very close to the Humane Society. I buzzed over and got to meet the tiniest little kitten I had held in literally years. Most of our rescues had been ten weeks to 5-6 months old. This little stinker looked JUST like the orange boy on my calendar. He proceeded to climb up my shoulder and sit down. He had not a shy bone in his body – never mind that we were having major company that night for a bar-b-que dinner and I was nowhere near ready.

The check was written and, of course, I had the cage ready. Our vet was more than willing to do a quick exam and we were headed across town to our house.

I locked the little guy in our master bedroom and bath. The guests started arriving and were congregation on the patio – some of the cat lovers had gone up to peek at the new arrival. One friend was SO allergic to cats she couldn’t even come into the house…

About that time Mick arrived home. He was amazed that I found my calendar kitty and went upstairs to cautiously approach this new arrival. My ginger boy bounded across the bed jumping up on Mick, so much for cautious. This was the first clue we had that perhaps purchased a dog in cat’s skin.
When I was tiny I couldn’t pronounce the word “kitty” so I said DT. A pussy willow became DT Willer….soon that became the name of our little addition to the family.

He unmercifully attacked Stormy Blue during that time when the girls were still hissing and swatting. He’d bite Stormy in the tummy and ears and chase him all over the house, up and down 2 flights of stairs. Stormy was a smart kitty and would take only so much of this routine – when he needed a break he’d simply get DT in front of him and put both of his huge paws over the little wriggling mass of ginger fur.
DT was the first little kitten we had gotten and the biggest handful. At nine and a half he is still jumping onto the top of the frig, chewing toilet paper to the “bone”, loving anything with plastic wrapping and destroying it unless I am armed with a water squirter. He stretches out and rubs (dog-like) our legs or back sides if he wants a hand out, which is anytime we are near food.

He grew up and is now our very tall and long 16# handsome boy – yes, he got even bigger than Stormy whose current diet has him down from 17# to a mere 12 ½#.

We are coming up on our 33rd anniversary this year and guess what is at the top of my wish list, a trip to Oregon to go camping just like we did on our honeymoon a quarter of a century ago, AND to rescue another kitten. (we now have 5 rescues and I will "hold what I got")

Monday, February 26, 2018

His Heart in You

You can’t change the world
You can change you
And maybe the ripples
Will go out into the pond, beyond.

Touching others with your choices
To hold, resist, become embittered
Or, to release, forgive, grant freedom
To those held captive in your heart

Poisoning, binding, ensnaring
Your very person to that bitter root
Or, opening yourself to freedom
Giving you wings to soar high, butterfly

Released from the binding cocoon
To glitter in sun drenched beauty 
Against God’s resplendent sky
Gloriously lifted high towards heaven

Drawing closer to His throne
Nearer to His heart
Becoming more like Him who is able
To recreate in you a clean heart, apart

To give you a heart of flesh
In trade for your heart of stone
Will you allow?
Will you yield to His gentle hand?

Monday, February 19, 2018

Sharing the Truth in Love Devotional (Words from the Lord Series)
Psalm 121:1-8 (NIV)
I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip—  he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD watches over you— the LORD is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD will keep you from all harm— he will watch over your life; the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)

For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Psalm 51:6 (NIV)

Surely you desire truth in the inner parts; you teach me wisdom in the inmost place.

2 Corinthians 10:5 (NIV)

We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.

1 Peter 3:15 (NIV)

But in your hearts set apart Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect…..

Galatians 5:13 (NIV)

You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather, serve one another in love.

Galatians 6:9 (NIV)

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.

James 1:12 (NIV)

 Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.

Prayer: Oh, Lord God, you have given us a treasure chest full of the tools of your Word. You teach us by your example how to use them. Those promises are so rich and full AND they are ours for the asking. What priceless jewels we have from You. Please help us to use them wisely and often we pray. In Jesus most incredible name, AMEN

Tuesday, February 13, 2018


We were taught back in the 60s that journalists were to be objective - present facts and give the readers (or listeners) the news of the day. Thinking even before that when they did news segments before movies back in the 50s -
The editorials were subjective and the editor could voice his or her opinion on a subject...
Yellow journalism was, well, sensationalistic and put out there to sell copies with outrageous stories which sometimes did not remotely resemble reality (like the "movie" magazines and later on, the tabloids - which you would think would be cause for lawsuits for slander)
Somewhere along the way - many of our news sources seemed to become more editorialized and, some, frankly put a spin or slant on their reporting to favor their choice (be it political candidate, or trying to sway public opinion one way or the other on any of a number of topics) It got to the point where we might find out later that what we thought were news sources were not showing us what really happened at all... spin, slant and flat out propaganda ensued.
Some of this was along political lines wanting to sway the public (the masses) but many times, if one observed there wasn't much difference between the "established" politicians in either party - they just wanted to stay in power, get their funding and not have anyone (whatever party) rock their boat. Also, many times they would promise the people electing them anything and everything but when they got to DC they would not fulfill their promises nor adhere to the wishes of those who elected them.
Many were globalists - wanting not peace but one world government, one world religion etc. (This goes along with what the Bible speaks about right before the anti-Christ takes power and sets up that "one world government...")
Many were part of various financial groups (you hear names like Bilderburger - not sure of the spelling) etc. Which would lead to those financial people being major players and in power..
Other groups - international - cost nations much money and did little in reality. A lot of groups say one thing and then do something totally different in the long run.
There have always been people motivations and things going on under the surface and behind the scenes throughout history. People playing one side against the other and taking advantage of situations.
No, I am not into conspiracy theories.
I have observed things in my lifetime (and know you have too). Some are that socialism or communism has not worked anywhere in the world except for a very few at the top who were in power. And that supply and demand, capitalism and allowing people to work hard and advance has seemed to be a pretty good idea, by and large.
I also realize that we all have perceptions that possibly do not line up with what is reality. We all have areas where we aren't seeing truth clearly.
God KNOWS. HE is ultimate truth, reality and wisdom.. the rest of us? Well, we are mere humans. Weak smile.
Our world view determines how we live and what we believe and how we conduct our lives and daily choices.
I used to have different perspectives than I do now - different tags, if you will. Had the views of my parents and was a republican then got enlightened - became an atheist and pretty liberal democrat - campaigned for McGovern (I wanted out of Viet Nam because I saw friends killed, coming home messed up and with missing body parts etc.) I was an atheist for 9 years and an alcoholic for about 9 years too - counting it all up...
I had an eternity changing encounter with JESUS... and HE turned my world up-side down. I dove into the Bible and began to realize so very much - God changed me - changed my world view, pulled me, feet first out of the bottle - (I had stopped smoking dope about a year before this which I think was God working on me even then) The scales came off my eyes and it was like I was seeing a lot of things clearly, for probably the first time in my life. The Bible speaks of taking away our sin and making us new creatures... aptly - there was no other way to explain it.
I, who would have had an abortion if I had gotten pregnant ( Tom did not want kids) was now seeing that it was not a blob of tissue, it was a baby (I knew that from my embryology class at ISU and seeing tiny ones who had been miscarried at 12 weeks but my mind rationalized it all away) I knew it would be wrong to take that little one's life simply because Tom didn't want kids... (no, I never did get pregnant in my whole life). Other things began to "look" different - and God changed me completely (some things rapidly and others more slowly for sure)
The Bible says if we ask God for wisdom He will give it to us (generously and not get upset for us asking) that has become one of my favorite prayers - Lord, please give me wisdom... there is so much to learn and "see".
I try my best to listen to what the Holy Spirit is saying - apply God's Word to life and situations and "share the truth in love..." being like Jesus and making choices that will not break His heart... I mess up, I stick my foot in my mouth, I have selfish motivations sometimes, I am like that toddler with sand in her hair and skinned knees - BUT , God has forgiven me and HE loves me...what a reality to grasp... what unconditional love to walk in...
I want His will in my life because I have seen, over the years, where my own will takes me and mostly, it is not pretty... Who better to know what would fulfill my purposes here on earth than Him who knit me together in my mother's womb?
I guess I strayed from my journalism topic...I guess my bottom line in all of this? Who do I trust? that would be the Creator of the Universe - GOD (Father, Jesus and Holy Spirit - 3 persons and 1 God (in thought, word and deed) Nope, I do not totally grasp that either, but I do believe it - the Bible used 3 pronouns and ONE verb... the 3 are one in action and will.
I do not trust or totally believe "the media" (any of it) I definitely trust politicians about the least of any category of persons - sorry.
I have long time friends who are teachers (especially history majors) who do not seem to "see" history repeating itself or learn from history as you would think they might...
I'm sure I have relatives and acquaintances who think I am naïve, ignorant, brain washed by "religion", gullible etc.
My goal is not to be what and who other people think I should be but my life goal is to be what and who the Lord Jesus Christ "knit me together in my mother's womb" to be, do and accomplish here on this earth, before I die. I go by what is in His written word, I go by what He lays on my heart - little nudges which He confirms over and over. Those "checks" you can sense in your spirit when you are headed off into the wrong choices and direction; willingness to be corrected, encouraged and to ask forgiveness when you have blown it... HE is able - and me? Sometimes I can be obtuse and pretty darn puny... (that toddler with sandy hair and skinned knees) Does God smack me down and leave me there? Nope, He picks me up, loves on me and sets me on my feet, once again, to toddle forward. Always forgiving, always helping me go forward once again.
What is the bottom line? Darnd, if I know - I am tried tonight but wanted to share my heart with you.
I am glad we are friends - and really happy we can talk to each other - even thought sometimes we do see things through "different glasses". Our friendship means many things to me (we do have a lot in common) and our differences help me think and look and see more clearly - not only what you are sharing but also where I am coming from and why ( as I am doing in thinking things through to respond to you) This is good and we can both grow.
I think now I am getting to the rambling stage because it is past bedtime... so will close with a photo that is worth a thousand words... (smile) Love you my friend and hope we both have a refreshing night's sleep...

Sunday, February 11, 2018

He Knows Your Heart

What does it mean for God to say that He knows our hearts? Our physical heart is that from which flows our life, our life blood. Without our heart we cease to exist. There is also a reason that a Valentine is symbolic of love, romance shown by giving someone a paper heart. Often our words can say one thing but in our heart we are possibly thinking something else. When we have something shared with us by our Lord Jesus do we say He whispered in our ear? Most often that still, small voice is thought of as whispering to our hearts. Even the phrase “getting to the heart of the matter” evokes mental pictures of getting past all the fluffy unimportant issues and going straight to the core matter. 

So, once again, I sense that my Lord is whispering to my heart:
Child, it isn’t always what you say but the heart from which it is said – I hear you. Stop and listen to Me. Read my Word and it will wash, renew and open up to bless you. You can’t always hope to know ahead or second guess but trust in My Name.

In Proverbs 4:23 we are encouraged to keep our hearts with all diligence, for out of our heart spring the issues of life.

2 Timothy 2:22 exhorts the reader to flee youthful lusts and pursue righteousness, faith, love, peace with those who call on the Lord out of a pure heart. That one sentence says so very much. On one side we have youthful lusts as opposed to what we should pursue, righteous, faith, love and peace with those who call on the Lord out of a pure heart, marriage counseling in just one verse. The word is incredible that way, isn’t it?

The banquet of life there for our “eating”, I think it is never too late to “taste of the Lord and see that He is good”. We can do that best by reading, studying and getting ourselves into His Word, the Bible.

Prayer: My dear Jesus, thank you for whispering to me, thank you that you help me to turn, to hear your still, small voice. Thanks so very much that you do look to my heart and not what is sometimes coming out of my mouth, or not coming out that should be….I choose to trust in you, my Jesus. Help me to purpose to spend more time in Your Word, getting to know You better and better each day. AMEN