Friday, September 30, 2011

Choosing Life on Your Behalf


It is the most bedraggled little thing – laying here waterlogged and soggy like a half drown kitten. Hair matted to its head, gasping for breath.

As I gaze upon it all I could think was ohhhh. Every instinct within me wants to pick it up and “fix” whatever is wrong. This little creature could die. Would I dare allow my emotions and love to get entwined with someone fragile once again? Would it respond to me? Would it live? I don’t even know if this is a “boy” or a “girl”.

I can’t help myself as I reach out to touch this little life. Of course I can’t turn away.  I pick up the little one and hear a soft mewling cry. At least it is alive right now. Will it eat? What should I feed it? How did I come to find it just at this time? Ah, it is a girl!

Do I have time and energy and money for a commitment like this? It would be an incredible commitment, I do realize that….

I see those tiny blue eyes looking up at me and the minute fingers grasping at mine. If I don’t, who will?
Why are you here in this utility room? Who put you here in the dark, ignoring your very life and leaving you exposed to die?

Where is the mother who bore you, the father who brought you into being? The doctor and medical staff who pledged to support life? How could they take this terrible turn in their minds twisting things into what this has become? How can they rationalize being part of killing a human baby, innocent and never having had a chance. You are not a choice. You are a human being made in the image of God, with a life before you not to be snuffed out moments after your abrupt birth.

How can I not help? How can I possibly walk away knowing what would happen if I did. What incredible circumstances would make me NOT choose life? I don’t even want to know.

“Hey, you, what are you doing in this utility room?”
“Ah, ohhh! Messy lunchtime in pediatrics, just returning the mop,” I slip the tiny infant into my large lab coat pocket in the middle of the unused wash cloths left from lunch. I pray she will not make a sound as I turn to go.

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Thursday, September 29, 2011

Radiologist


Mick and I saw the radiologist yesterday for my breast cancer. Dr. Peddada was caring, concerned, gracious and extremely knowledgeable.... He gave me several options and answered questions and was written up in a national health magazine too... will see my surgeon on Monday and then know more about timing and procedures. I am still very upbeat and resting in the Lord's arms. Ladies annual retreat this weekend should be dynamite! The RN who is my navigator was there and answered more questions giving support and direction. this is the best medical team I have ever worked with!

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Diabetes Type 2, Me?


Yesterday my family practice doc decided I was diabetic. My blood sugar issues began 7 years ago when they put me on Atenolol for blood PRESSURE due to Graves Disease. They have since found out that med can cause the onset of diabetes. Actually my various labs are all better than they have been for several years (except my fasting blood sugar - there are also new diabetes guidelines - stricter) Meds are still elevating my BS but we are focused on getting the B/P down for breast cancer surgery. My spirits are good, Dr. Jesus is not surprised by any of this even though perhaps my new MD is....

the photo above really seems to reflect where I am at - going to spend today soaking in the Word and in His presence - the best place to be.

Oncologist visit tomorrow.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Fall Photo

Oh, the hand of our Lord painting the landscape in a riot of fall colors!

Dementia’s Christmas (A Dementia Story of Love)


Hum, somebody said Marijo, but that lady has white in her hair and MY Marijo is a little girl…. This lady’s coming to my table and she called me mom..... but that just is not right, is it?
Now she’s asking me what we are eating for lunch.  It is right there on the table, can she see it or doesn’t she really know? I don’t understand. Maybe she is testing me?
The other lady’s pin says Jane, RN.  I am an RN and maybe I am supposed to help instead of sitting here eating…..
The Marijo lady is giving me a box, let me peek. Ohhhh, those round things – they smell so good.  I remember something. The girls were little and we always made these. Hum, girls, yes, my daughters.  I don’t see them here.
And right here in the dining room is that pretty green thing with the lights, they sparkle and shine. I forgot what they call it. And there is straw and a mommy and daddy and that baby.  I REMEMBER Him. He came. HE forgave me.  Oh, I am clean and free! I DO remember that.
What, there is another box. CHOCOLATE – it smells wonderful and we made those too at…. um…. Oh what was His name? It was for His birthday.
Who are they talking about, that lady with the white in her hair and the Jane RN?
“She’s eating well and sometimes knows her name?”
I know MY name! I’m, I’m…..No, maybe that’s my sister’s name. I really just wish they’d let me eat chocolate and those cinnamon-y things instead of this noodle chicken stuff. Why does that lady look like me?
Oh, no, I knocked over my cup. That spoon doesn’t work but my fingers do. Oh, now that lady is wiping my hands on a rag. She’s telling me I need to wear a skirt or pants but not both at the same time and that I need to change my pajama top.

Why is she getting my coat and telling me we are going for a ride to buy a sweater?  Oh, my brain…
“Hi, you look familiar, do I know you? You look kind of like me but I think you are older.”
Why is she calling me mom? I can’t possibly be that old. She seems like a really nice lady so I guess I can go with her for a ride.
Someone called her Marijo again.  I DO have a Marijo, but she is much, much younger than this lady.  I remember it was just last month we made those cinnamon-y things, wasn’t it?
I wonder why she has tears in her eyes and is giving me such a big hug? The least I can do is hug her back! Those boxes she handed me smell wonderful!

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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Faded Blue Fur

Big Bear,Tika and Ring Collar


I am still amazed after all these years that He loves me. He knows my lumps, bumps, flaws, and missing parts and you know what?  He loves me all the more! It's like looking at my old teddy bear.  You might have one like mine:  button eyes and faded blue fur, the bear of my infancy. Big Bear still has a place of honor in my home. He has gone from my close childhood companion to a perch high in my kitchen in a little red wagon. Big Bear looks out over the most precious room in the house, my domain, and surveys all. The bear of my childhood would not win any beauty contests but he doesn’t need to as he has won my heart long, long ago. Yes, I love Big Bear, maybe because of his lumps, bumps and flaws. He is unique to me; we have traveled far together.

Today, Jesus is once again sharing His thoughts with us in that still, small voice whispering:

Child, I’d like to speak to more than your heart. We need times to listen (together), times for you to be still and KNOW that I AM God. I LOVE you. Really (selah) pause and think calmly about that.  -- are these your words, Marijo?

 Maybe that is how God sees me, like I see Big Bear. Perhaps all those things which make me uniquely me and completely His are what endear me to Jesus. I know that He cares so much for me and for you, way beyond our material value.  He looks straight into the heart of us. He values who we are because He made us, planned for us and knows our each and every thought, yet, He loves us still. And that is His unconditional love. Will you allow Him to draw you close? Will you allow Him to make you His child? His forgiveness is there for the asking. He is nothing less than God wanting to set the captive free. Believe me, you have never known a freedom or love like His.

Looking at the word “encourage” we see the word courage. Does it mean to give courage? The thesaurus says to give confidence, hearten, cheer, support, persuade, push and promote among other things. I think to give courage would fit right in here too. Jesus definitely gives me courage, to hope, to trust, to believe though I haven’t yet obtained and to hang on tightly to the promises in His Word.

We can talk to Him in prayer: Ah, Lord God, please help us to slow down, to walk liberated in all the light we have. Help us to get a picture, glimpse by glimpse, of your most incredible love for us. Help us to listen and ask, to walk upright in You. Thank You for your most inexplicable love that wants to spend time with us. Thank You most of all for who You are and what you did and continue to do. AMEN

Deuteronomy 30:20 says “that you may love the LORD your God, that you may obey His voice, and that you may cling to Him, for He is your life and the length of your days; and that you may dwell in the land which the LORD swore to your fathers, to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, to give them…” (NKJV)

In Psalm 46:10 we are encouraged, given courage to be still and know that He is God. It also states God will be exalted above the nations and above the earth.

In John 16:27 Jesus is speaking saying “No, the Father himself loves you because you have loved me and have believed that I came from God.”

I wonder at the special, individual place each one of us has in the heart of God. I think there are really no words to explain that place. It is a most wonderful place to experience more and more as we walk with Him. Let’s give Him our hands and our hearts as we walk closely with Him today.

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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Cancer update after oncologist appointment

Had the first visit with the oncologist today – he gave up his lunch to talk with Mick and me. He said they might not even have to do a lymph node biopsy as they caught it super early. They are getting me connected with the radiologist and surgeon. I have an RN who will be there for me all the way through this whole procedure and available by e-mail or phone any time. I am getting conflicting input regarding dairy products and eating soy. Just got some things from Johns Hopkins that I tend to think might be the latest and will be very conservative about dairy as it looks now.

KNOW the prayers are being heard and answered – the Lord has been laying things on my heart and I don’t think I will have Tamoxifen, AND I was dancing in the living room again this morning in praise before our Jesus!

Monday, September 19, 2011

Mammogram, Biopsy – I Flunked with a Diagnosis of “Ductal Breast Cancer (Carcinoma) in Situ”


Mammogram, Biopsy – I Flunked with a Diagnosis of “Ductal Breast Cancer (Carcinoma) in Situ”

The refrigerator had “died” for the second time within a month – things were melting all over the place, Sears was coming as I waited for the call regarding my breast biopsy. This was last Wednesday.

 Backing up to Biopsy Friday, I have had many biopsies all over my body in the past, in places I’d rather not discuss. They were all benign, A-OK. This one was not a fun biopsy as they hit a place that had managed to avoid the numbing from the anesthesia. I jumped and the tech gently admonished me I couldn’t do that again or they might not get the proper place for the sample. With that she placed a firm hand on my shoulder. Yeah, I think they apologized for the nerve that apparently avoided the anesthetic.

At that point my prayer became simply His name, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus repeated over and over. We had been at this now for almost two hours. The offending part of my anatomy firmly clamped down with three pictures taken so they would know exactly where to go. Then the clamps stayed there. Like a mammogram only instead of being “under pressure” for about 30 seconds this was permanently attached for the duration, I was to discover.

Please forgive me if this is TMI, I am a retired RN and at this point I know just about enough regarding this whole procedure to make me nuts… I am trying to set the stage for the story here. Thanks for humoring me.
The team was really wonderful and supportive. They talked me through and explained everything. I actually got out of their room in 1 hour and 45 minutes, with an ice pack in place and a couple sheets of instructions and having met my “navigator” – a lady who would be calling the next day to check. Our hospital is blessed to have one of the best breast cancer treatment centers in the nation.

They said I’d have the results by the following Tuesday or Wed – back to the refrigerator repairman day. I was supposed to go into my MD for a regularly scheduled appointment but was trying to work things out when they called to confirm. The frig wouldn’t wait. The little gal said Oh, I do hope you will be able to make this appointment because Doc is booked up until the 26th (almost two weeks away). I didn’t think too much about it at the time until later when I still hadn’t gotten biopsy results and was told by the biopsy team that my primary care physician had my biopsy results. More phone calls. Well, yes they had it. My suspicions began to run wild when they told me I needed to come in to the office. The retired RN kicked in knowing the only time someone had to come in for lab results were if they were extremely bad.

My neighbor agreed to come and babysit the frig repairman and I rushed in to the doc’s office to see the PA who actually had an opening in 2 hours.

“Hi Christine, I flunked my biopsy, didn’t I?”

“Well, sorta, but actually it is the very best kind of breast cancer you could have….”

(I wanted to ask her if sorta flunking my biopsy was like being sorta pregnant but I did manage to resist)
“You have ductal carcinoma in situ”

My nursing experience came in handy as I remembered that “in situ” means in the site of – translating that further it means that it is right there – and could be pointed to with a finger. The surrounding cells were “atypical” which means not totally normal but not malignant. We caught it early and it was not invasive. There is still a change it might be in the lymph nodes and they will biopsy those too.

OK, now it was my turn to blanch at TMI. I am a strange RN in that I hate needles and knives especially when I am the patient. I have a story from when I was five and they blindfolded me at the dentist and then the blindfold slipped right when they were 5 inches from my face with a horse syringe attached to a novocaine needle – this is a story I have yet to write but it is indelible on my brain, believe me.

Then I got more information about lumpectomy, radiation, possible mastectomy and “by the way, many women with bigger breasts wish afterwards they had had a bilateral (as in both breasts) mastectomy because of the issues of not being able to find a prosthesis which is the right weight and their remaining breast being too heave and causing nerve muscle damage so that’s something you might like to consider….”

By this time my natural nurse-y self should have been climbing the walls.

They said goodbye to me and said they’d get back to me by the next day with the oncologist appointment.
I need to mention here that I had imagined how I might react to the news that I had cancer. It was not a pretty sight for black and white me, with the nursing background. Yes, I shed a few tears in the doc’s office.
Got to the truck, called my hubby and got voice mail and shed a few more tears. Then a strange thing happened.

I love my Lord Jesus with all my heart having come to him about 37 years ago out of 9 years of playing atheist and with Him pulling me feet first out of a wine bottle. I was turned upside down and backwards by the Creator of the Universe and haven’t regretted my decision to ask for His forgiveness since. He has been there with me through all the events in my life but I have never had a cancer diagnosis before.

I started the truck, and found myself lifting my hands in praise. (I really am not sure who was driving because my hands were up and I was praising my Lord in my spiritual language) As I praised I had the sense that my praises were going up and the Holy Spirit was coming down through my raised hands and arms and when He (the Holy Spirit) got to my chest the picture which came to mind was like liquid golden fire radiating there. I got a big grin on my face and didn’t stop praising God. The arms came down because it was time to shift the 5 speed and go onto the highway to get home.

I prayed and praised and drove. I am not nuts, nor do I take any meds to make me “feel good” or anything except thyroid or blood pressure meds. Nothing to calm me or take away pain so we can’t explain what was happening because of “meds” – I also gave up alcohol, smoking “wacky tobaccy” and any other “recreational drugs” back in 1974 when I was born again.
I was overcome by a peace, knowing that I had placed my hand firmly in the hand of the man who stilled the waters and calmed the sea. Right then he was doing a fantastic job of calming the sea in me. I had been much more fearful and apprehensive while waiting for the diagnosis.

My husband was great and told me he was there for me (he had gone through a cancer episode in 2009 with melanoma and is doing fine).

The next morning I woke up still sensing that incredible peace and with a smile on my face and wrote the following to my pastors:

Pastor Teri and Jim ~

To the world looking into my living room today I would appear to be NUTS.

I was just spontaneously dancing and singing (tongues) and twirling around just TAKEN in super praise – just now I even thanked God for the “cancer” deal He is taking me through. I can’t tell you how many doors have opened already.

Many more people are reading my posted things and coming to my blog and I will have much to write about our Lord in associating with those dreaded words “biopsy, mammogram, cancer, radiation” etc.

Penrose have given me a staff person (navigator) to be there with me at the oncologists office and go through this all with me and with her learned expertise – Mick is coming to oncologist. Many have offered transportation and to get together and pray and I am blown away!

There is prayer support on sites I write for and am getting messages with scriptures and encouragement from all over the globe.

WOW.

Thanks so much for last night I felt like a piggy with all the prayers but was definitely a piggy wrapped in Holy Spirit wonder.

You are a sister after my own heart – the pastor I always wanted. Haven’t had this blessing (of you or someone like you) since YWAM and my wonderful small group leader there all those years ago. Thank you for being His handmaiden and His arms reached out and hand extended – I told Mick what Reba asked “how can we help Mick in this?” He was touched I could tell.

Wow, wow, wow.

And Donna… amazing what she shared about all of this and what she offered for transportation and etc.

I am packing to go to CS for Every Home for Christ celebration tonight and tomorrow – will then come home and come to Dayspring Sunday.

I have never felt so loved and blessed, in spite of or maybe even because of this diagnosis. I can’t properly articulate this but there is something extraordinary and supernatural taking place here and I am in the midst of it big time (duh – well, you know what I mean) Dreaded words but INCREDIBLE Lord and my response and reaction are blowing me away. Not downcast, but almost floating in His presence and care.

I keep thinking of Job (and don’t feel I am going to die – actually feel that he will heal or prolong the awfulness of cancer AWAY from me and that He is coming back so soon it will not matter) but I keep thinking of “though he slay me, yet will I trust him” and I feel it through my whole being – all this “tent talk” is fine but I am in a different plane and closer than ever before to my Lord Jesus “through it all”.  It is a nasty event that is being used in a most blessed way to encourage me and help me get to know my savior even better than ever before!

Rambling thoughts – hope the Holy Spirit gives you a glimpse of what I am trying to say?

Love you!

Marijo

So much more has happened this weekend at a conference for Every Home for Christ and their 65 anniversary celebration where I heard Christians from all over the globe telling of God’s miracles in their areas of the world. I got to see many old friends and co-workers and it was beautiful.

My oncologist appointment is Tuesday and I will find out more about the logistics of this then. I have decided to place this diagnosis at the feet of my Jesus, put my hand firmly in His and take one step after the other to walk this through. Do I know the outcome? Nope but I really am at peace and not just spouting this off because I think I should. I never have been into the positive confession stuff – tell the truth in love, period. God doesn’t do something my way because I have “confessed it”.

This is a heads and tails situation in that either way  the “coin” comes up I win!

Philippians 1:20-22
New King James Version (NKJV)
20 according to my earnest expectation and hope that in nothing I shall be ashamed, but with all boldness, as always, so now also Christ will be magnified in my body, whether by life or by death. 21 For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain. 22 But if I live on in the flesh, this will mean fruit from my labor; yet what I shall choose I cannot tell.
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Sunday, September 18, 2011

gimme, gimme, GIVE ME


gimme, gimme, GIVE ME

I used to go around
Thinking all I needed was
More of Jesus,
More of Jesus;
Jesus, give me more power
Lord, give me more faith
Help me go forward
Fill me with Your love
Jesus, give me encouragement

There was nothing wrong 
With these prayers
Except when gimme, gimme
Became so loud
It all but drown out
Your sweet patient voice
Whispering
Marijo, give ME
All of you...
"My strength is made perfect
In your weakness..."
Marijo, yield your SELF to Me,
Marijo, GIVE ME Marijo.


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Friday, September 16, 2011

Friday in Fiction - First Song


First Song

My dust-covered legs ached. We had walked miles and miles with the throngs of others. Yet there was definitely more dust than people. Dust in our noses and mouths choking us as we traveled on. 

She was in pain. Her right hand clutched to keep her upright. With her left hand, gripping her pregnant self, as if that might help the labor.

He rubbed her shoulders, patting her back as he raised his calloused hand to knock. 

"Ah, we need a room, the babe."

"Sorry, this is my best season and we have been out of rooms for awhile now census you know.."

And we joined the dust-covered legs yet again moving to another door. He tried again "Sir, I beg of you a place, the babe is almost here and my wife can hardly sit anymore"

"No, we have no rooms"

"But sir, she can't have the baby sitting on a donkey. Please, isn't there some place?"

"Well, even the sheep have their shed; you can go out back with her."

And we walked a little farther on in time to see several wooly-bahs (I think he called them "sheep"). It was only minutes before the baby arrived and was tight-wrapped. I gave him my manger-crib for a bed. 

As I ate the hay which fell down on the ground, I watched those tiny toes wiggle and knew I would never have another dinner this sweet. Then the wooly-bahs and I heard the most incredible song. We were directed by God's hand to join in. I sang bass; the wooly-bahs sang tenor and the angels.. Oh, my. Could you even call it singing? They were singing three dimensional notes that had a life of their own.

"Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace, goodwill towards men" (NKJV) The praise, the tangible joy, the anthem never before sung and never to be repeated. We took part in lauding this infant creator of the universe and King! I with my ey-haw, ey-haw and the bah, bah, bahs joining in. What a wonderful honor and night to remember!

Surely they would come to worship Him, those he had been created to liberate and set free. Several of them came, awe struck humans with crooked sticks, who took care of many wooly-bahs. Our unique chorus swelled. But where were the rest? Didn't they know? Did they have eyes of stone and hearts that couldn't see?

Years later I related this night and our part in it to my donkey grandson. He wanted to see this God-man, this Savior of humankind and worship Him. It was not a surprise to him at all when they came and led him away from his mom to be ridden by the Master. This time maybe the humans would see and know!

Many, many came shouting; "Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord! The King of Israel!" (NKJV)


My donkey grandson was the one He chose saying "Fear not, daughter of Zion; Behold your King is coming, Sitting on a donkey's colt."

We knew. The Mankind Liberator would be known now and we were part of this incredible history again.

Some did know. They came to the Liberator-God to be set free from their sin. But many of that multitude just days later had eyes of stone and hearts which couldn't see and cried "away with Him, crucify Him". (NKJV)

He died with most not understanding, He didn't come to take on Rome but to liberate humans from sin. It was terrible for three days with much mourning and crying out for those humans who loved Him. 

Resurrection! Then, we all saw Him again. He walked and talked with many, and some actually had seeing eyes and hearts! But not so many called out.

Couldn't they know He was God sent to earth to be one of the humans? He came to pay their sin penalty and liberate them if they would but ask? We just did not understand. 

So I would ask you today, do you have eyes of stone and a heart that cannot see or will you ask and receive the most incredible Christmas gift ever to be given? You don't even have to wait for Christmas, you know! He is listening. He is waiting. He wants only to hear your request for forgiveness to give you your new song to sing.


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Breast Cancer News

The Lord Jesus is most incredible – the ladies all prayed for me at our Bible study last night and it was a powerful and Holy spirit filled time. Mick is so supportive…God is going to do something wonderful and good for His glory through all of this and is already.

Oncologist appt Tuesday at 11:30 and then will see about a surgeon.

Love you and thanks so very much for praying!

Marijo

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Biopsy

The biopsy confirmed I have breast cancer - they say it is "the best kind of breast cancer you can have." Please pray they will be able to do a lumpectomy and that it is estrogen sensitive. Will go to oncologist very soon.

Thank you for your support!

Marijo

CONTROL? YOUR CHOICE



CONTROL? YOUR CHOICE

Muddy tears cried with no release
Because I am in control
Those I love weighed by my grief
Because I am in control

Atheist’s heart now stubborn stone
Because I am in control
Rifled with fears of the unknown
Because I am in control

Praying to god IF he is there
Because i am in control?
Do you exist, how and where?
Because…..

Help me, save me if you can hear
Because…..
I’ve made a mess, please draw near
Because …….

Incredible lift beyond belief
Because I Am’s in control
Boulder weighted backpack gone, relief
Because I Am’s in control

Made me clean, pure, fresh, new and whole
Because I Am’s in control
Set me free and renewed my soul
Because I Am’s in control

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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Is the Sky Falling?



Is the Sky Falling? 

I was going to relax and read today. Uh, huh…I have learned over the years when satan has terrible temper tantrums it is because there are good things happening in the heavenlies and as the hands of our God.

Before I even scooped the kitty litter I noticed that, once again, all the freezer in the frig was melting. They apparently didn’t fix the leak. The replacement coils arrived in a beat up box (the worse I have ever seen from UPS) but the tech thought it was ok…. Now, a week later Marijo knows it was not OK.

So I call Sears to set up an appt. Tomorrow they have (yep tomorrow is the day I have the doc’s appt I have awaited for a month finding out carotid exam results and many other loose ends. AND I have a very much needed massage therapy appt – not sleeping because of muscles that are in trouble – but the frig comes first or I have to wait another week for him to look, put in dye then another week to come and diagnose and order parts… then another week for the fix… we just did this. Can you say instant replay?)

Evergreen (10 miles) has ICE. I truck down there and load up so I can once again move frig contents to ice chests. Yes, the chest freezer is filled to the brim (thank you Lord for groceries)

On the way back I am praising Him along with KTLF with both hands raised (steering wheel? Ahh, some things just need a two handed praise) I had a picture of God’s touch going down both arms straight to my breasts HEALING. Yes, this is the day I could hear back on the flunked mammogram-extensive biopsy results.
(Sorry if this is TMI but being a former RN I really AM sparing you the gory details, honest)

Then I begin the process of unloading the frig into coolers. There was a phone message – please let it be the biopsy results. I hate waiting…no, it was another doc that got a referral for me about 3 weeks ago and finally decided to call. The trigger finger and cyst can wait I have more demanding irons in the fire right now.

SO am awaiting the frig tech’s call. To nail down something less vague that 9-5 tomorrow and see if I can at least keep one of my appointments before cancelling them both.

What do I know for sure? SQUAT EXCEPT my Lord Jesus is in control and has me right smack dab in the center of the palm of His hands, there is no place in life I’d rather be. Deep breath as I think it is way past time to go and read. His Word first and then a good novel by a very versatile Christian author.

The washing machine is purring as is the dishwasher – a few cats are too and it is time for a pot of herb tea and Thee.

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Satan Has Used the Same 4 Lies to Enslave Man Throughout All Time


Satan Has Used the Same 4 Lies to Enslave Man Throughout All Time:

1.       You shall be as gods or be gods

Genesis 3:4-6 (New International Version)
4      "You will not surely die," the serpent said to the woman.5 "For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil." 6 When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it.
Now all cults teach either that we are gods or “god is us and we are god” or that we can become gods.

2.       Rejection of moral absolutes (god didn’t really mean that….)


[ The Fall of Man ] Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the LORD God had made. He said to the woman, "DidGod really say, 'You must not eat from any tree in the garden'?"

All is relative to the situation – situational ethics and rejection of moral absolutes (Nietzsche)

3.       You shall not die

Genesis 3:4
4 "You will not surely die," the serpent said to the woman.
Reincarnation ideas are taught now, same lie and totally opposes resurrection.

4.       You shall know good from evil (enlightenment or cosmic consciousness)

Genesis 3:5
5      "For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.
Pantheism is taught now in many Eastern religions – the belief that god is everything - the belief that God and the material world are one and the same thing and that God is present in everything.

Lucifer (one of Satan’s names in the Bible) means “light bearer”:

2 Corinthians 11:10-15 
10As surely as the truth of Christ is in me, nobody in the regions of Achaia will stop this boasting of mine. 11Why? Because I do not love you? God knows I do! 12And I will keep on doing what I am doing in order to cut the ground from under those who want an opportunity to be considered equal with us in the things they boast about.13For such men are false apostles, deceitful workmen, masquerading as apostles of Christ. 14And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light. 15It is not surprising, then, if his servants masquerade as servants of righteousness. Their end will be what their actions deserve. (NIV)
Know the REAL (Jesus) and you will recognize the counterfeit.
Satan’s rebellion is spoken of in Isaiah 14. The whole chapter is full of incredible “word pictures” and Isaiah 14:12-14 captures the essence of Satan’s rebellion and fall.
 12 How you have fallen from heaven, O morning star, son of the dawn! You have been cast down to the earth, you who once laid low the nations! 13 You said in your heart, "I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly, on the utmost heights of the sacred mountain. 14 I will ascend above the tops of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High."

Freedom is the power to be able to do what you ought.
New Age and Hinduism are parallel entities. New Age philosophies are coming into the church and not being recognized as unscriptural.

2 Timothy 2:15 (New King James Version)
15 Be diligent to present yourself approved to God, a worker who does not need to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.

2 Timothy 2:15 (King James Version)
 15Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.

We need to make sure we are in God’s Word and learning.


For false Christs and false prophets will appear and perform signs and miracles to deceive the elect—if that were possible.


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.


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Monday, September 12, 2011

Revival Prayers


The following are things the Lord has laid on my heart (for prayer) regarding revival in our Body of Believers @ Dayspring Christian Fellowship.

We are to worship Father, the Lord Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit not the gifts of the Spirit (I do not think we do) but we may certainly ask for and desire the gifts.

1 Corinthians 14
Gifts of Prophecy and Tongues
 1Follow the way of love and eagerly desire spiritual gifts, especially the gift of prophecy.(NIV)

Luke 11:13 (New International Version)

13If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!" (NIV)
We are not looking for the Toronto Blessing or the Brownsville revival but we are looking for the Father, the Lord Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit and whatever they have for Dayspring Christian Fellowship for today – here and now.  We need to surrender to anything (creative and unique that our Lord is) that is “God breathed”.  To put aside fear and hesitance and “we have never worshipped this way before”.  We need to look to God’s Word to set our precedent. “What does the scripture say?” (Look to various scriptures about praise in the throne room) I might includes here some words translates “praise” in English which are way different in Hebrew, Greek and Aramaic – like “with a loud shout”, “on your face before Him”, a “wave offering” etc from a good old book called Praise by Trombley (out of print last time I checked unfortunately) And in Revelation also.
We also need to pray that no spirit alien to the Holy Spirit will enter in or have influence in our fellowship by the blood that Christ shed for us all at Calvary. I suppose it would not hurt to bind the spirits we know that plague this area (Jezebel, isolation, depression are a few I can think of) in Jesus mighty name.
And further pray that if any hostile spirit comes into the meeting place it will be neutralized and sent back to where Jesus told those spirits to go and replaced (in that person) by the Holy Spirit of the living God for that person’s redemption and eternity.
We need to “test the spirits” and see if they are of God.

1 John 4

Test the Spirits
 1Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world.
But, not to be afraid of God’s Spirit and His presence in our midst.
To worship and praise and seek the Lord and not sit like lumps on the pew.  To be responsive and listen and move out when He lays something on our hearts; to the altar, to grab a flag or dance, to speak forth a word to the Body etc. To interact with Him who loves us and sent His son.  With Him who loves us and died for us.  With Him who loves us and teaches and equips us to go forth into our Jerusalem, Judea and “all the world”.
Times are going to be rougher.  Situations will be tough. We will have blessed opportunities to say and do things which will count for ALL  ETERNITY.  If we get prayed up now, we will be further ahead when those times come.
We need to pray much for our leadership. They DO share the truth in love. They take care of the sheep and teach God’s Word fully and with much insight. They follow the leading of the Holy Spirit decently, in order and without compromise.
Pray for their strength, discernment and not to grow weary.  Pray for them to hang on and not compromise.  Pray for them to walk humbly and have incredible victory over the enemy through that beautiful walk with Him who is able.
Also, pray that the Body will ask questions.  If they have a problem about anything that they will ASK. Dialogue and communication cement brothers and sisters as does prayer. Ruffled feathers and turning tail do not solve issues. 
If we are soon to be without spot or wrinkle it is possible there might need to be a few sessions with the mangle (an old apparatus for ironing that was hot, and did serious business to get that job done) Heat gets rid of the dross so we need to be ready for the process.



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