Friday, August 30, 2013

A Picture of Today from This Country Girl’s Heart

(Thinking back to winter.... nooo... it isn't time for this again, is it?)

Song of Solomon 2:12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove Is heard in our land.

The birds are outside making a raucous noise – they are the huge crows that find themselves at home in these high mountain meadows. Yes, they found the bird seed and suet I put out yesterday after looking at the weather forecast, snow, snow and more snow. Blowing snow as the plow runs by spraying it is puffy white clouds back into that which is coming down from the heavens. Yep, this might be the day when we get the most snow of any time yet this winter. In our part of Colorado March is known as the snowiest month.

Snow is covering the dead flowers and bushes with a blanket of white crystals and fluff. When the sun peeks our yard will glisten as a sparkly Christmas card come to live in my front yard, pure, white and refreshing so long as I don’t have to be outside in it all. Today is a great “book by the fireplace” type of day. Flames dancing and fireplace flanked on either side by patio doors exiting the living room to a snow encrusted covered deck. There are little footprints in that snow made by a cottontail who is currently finding shelter underneath that deck. I opened the curtains this morning and the surprised little fellow just stared at me for moments before scooting to his hiding place. He is probably the one who has been nibbling at my left over flowers from last fall, that’s OK so long as he doesn’t pull them up by their roots.

And our whole existence is frozen in position, like a mime waiting for its cue to begin the show. Frozen in place, the aspen buds waiting and wondering if this is the time to burst forth as yesterday it was in the mid 40s. Then came today and back they went to freeze frame.

The evergreens; spruce, pines and ponderosa are blowing in the wind which is making that snow dance and swirl. I lift a little prayer for those out driving in this, my husband and others who will need to make their way back to this mountain meadow after a day of work away.

I went with him earlier this week, the sunrise pinking up the sky in early morning twilight. We hadn’t gone yet a half mile when a raggedy yearling elk jumped right in front of the truck and then skittered away to the side after our slamming of brakes. We looked around and there they were, the elk girls on both sides of the road, munching on whatever they could find. It is close to their time to give birth to those wonderful claves and they are eating and eating to prepare.

We saw another herd of elk before we even got to the first town which is a mere 24 miles from our front door.

The cattle are having their babies. Imagine an after dinner ride on the muddy roads and going just far enough to see a tiny black baby wobbling to his feet as his mother tries to lick him dry in the cold and snow. You don’t see how they can make it against those odds but they do anyway, the older ones in the same meadow chasing, butting heads and nursing.

Do I love being a country girl? You bet I do. There are a few inconveniences but much openness, great neighbors and the animals are incredible. Soon the colorful jewel tone humming birds will be back, the blue birds have already returned. The peace and beauty of the mountains almost can’t be described. Even on a “freeze frame” day like today.

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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Cancer GONE - update!! Praising Dr. Jesus!!! Our Great Physician...

I had my 2 year post cancer diagnosis mammogram today - I didn't know they had been watching TWO areas (I knew about one). The fabulous news (with Dr. Jesus as head of my medical team in spite of my sometimes wavering faith--- the one has shrunk and the other the radiologist "is not concerned with at all...."!!!!

I celebrated with chocolate ice cream.

I am truly rejoicing and thanking all for prayers!

Thank YOU Lord JESUS!!!

Saturday, August 24, 2013


(Photo from Iowa State University when I worked in food service a year before moving and going into nursing in California.)

“All right, listen up. Right after Christmas break we are going to be studying how to give an injection. Read chapters 13-16 and be ready when you get back. See you at 7:30 AM on 2nd floor at County tomorrow,” barked Miss Randall.
Why did the 2nd year students like her so much. That little red headed spit fire of a retired Army nurse just ruined my Christmas break. She was always yelling at us, even in front of the patients. She still wore starched, white uniforms. If she sneaked out from under one it would stand straight up without her.
“Why are you looking so pale?” asked Lupe one of my fellow students, a gal I carpooled with to class and the hospital. Pat, our other carpool gal, just nodded her head
“Shots. If I am going to flunk out of nurse’s training this will be why. I will have to follow one of mom’s med nurses (the girls knew mom was a nursing supervisor) around all vacation just to be able to look at shots being given,” I replied to Pat and Lupe.
“What’s the big deal about injections? Why are you so scared?” Pat chimed in. She had worked in a doctor’s office for years and already had injections mastered.
“When I was five I had an abscessed tooth. It’s kind of a long story.” I replied.
“Come on, it couldn’t be that bad, could it", stated Lupe.
“They put a towel over my eyes and didn’t tell me what they were going to do. Just when the dentist was right by my face the hygienist turned. The towel slipped and I saw that horse syringe with the 3 inch needle. I screamed. Mom came and I went to child specialist dentists for years.” I muttered half ashamed.
“OK, so now we know why this is a bit upsetting to you…” said Lupe.
“Come on gals, get a move on or you will never finish with your charting,” said Miss Randall.


We carpooled home, got some dinner in time to study and go to bed. We were up very early the next morning and back at County Hospital for our last day before Christmas break.


I was getting linens together to make a bed when I heard Miss Randall, “Schacht, come here, now.”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Mr. Thompson in room 212 needs a pain shot. I am going to walk you through it while you give it to him,” Miss Randall stated.
“But, Miss Randall, we haven’t even given shots to grapefruits yet, I…I….I….”
“Come on, Schacht, here’s the alcohol sponge and syringe, let’s go,” was the only reply I got from Miss Randall.
We walked in the room. I had the presence of mind to check Mr. Thompson’s wrist band.
“Hello Mr. Thompson, we have your pain med here and Miss Schacht is going to give it to you. Turn over. OK, Miss Schmidt, here’s the upper outer quadrant and be sure to get the air bubbles out by thumping the barrel of the syringe,” all of this while she did a practice swipe with her alcohol sponge while pointing to the place for the injection.
Then she turned to me and gave me the syringe. You could see Mr. Thompson tightening up all over.
I think I was probably holding my breath as I checked for bubbles, measured the area, swiped the alcohol and somehow managed to inject the pain med.
“You did a good shot,” said Mr Thompson looking paler than any patient had ever looked to me before. Under the circumstances, what else could he say?
“Come on, Schacht, let’s go.”

I got outside of the room before my legs turned to jelly. I managed to make it to the nearest chair before they gave way.
I gave an injection! I couldn’t believe she did that to Mr. Thompson, but I gave an injection!
“Harrumph, at least you don’t have to waste your vacation following med nurses around,” grumbled Miss Randall.
Slowly it began to dawn on me, I could go home for Christmas and not have to hang around the hospital.
I think I was beginning to get a small picture of why the 2nd year students loved Miss Randall so much. Under that rough and crusty exterior she had insight and a tender heart. But don’t ever let her catch you saying that out loud.

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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Blooming in Dry Places Devotional (Word from the Lord Series)

Child, it is a glorious day even though you don't SEE the sonshine yet because it is still early. 

Bask in my presence, soak up my love and reach out to those around you. I will deliver captives. 

Deserts bloom when watered by my Spirit and my Word. Enjoy. Rejoice. Selah.

to open eyes that are blind, to free captives from prison and to release from the dungeon those who sit in darkness. (NIV)

to say to the captives, 'Come out,' and to those in darkness, 'Be free!' "They will feed beside the roads and find pasture on every barren hill. (NIV)

[ The Year of the LORD's Favor ] The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners…. (NIV)

Prayer: Thank you, Lord, that you help us to bloom in dry places and that you have set us free (and continue to set us free) AND enable us to reach out to help others to see freedom in You. What an incredible calling, what an incredible blessing. AMEN.

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Friday, August 16, 2013

Morning Whispers from the Heart of God is ready for ordering!

My book, Morning Whispers from the Heart of God is available through Amazon for pre-order and through all bookstores (to order) as of today!!!

This book was written out of journals that I kept for close to 40 years now and things the Lord laid on my heart. So much encouragement for the believer, I enjoyed "doing" the Bible study and I am the one who was the "scribe" who wrote it down - God's Word is new and fresh EVERY TIME!!

Blessings!  Marijo

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Lord, My Friend is in Trouble

(I wrote this 3 years ago regarding one very dear friend and am finding that I am revisiting it today because of another long time friend...Lord Jesus, please draw them both back to you....)
Lord, My Friend is in Trouble
Have you had that close friend, the one you have laughed with and cried with. The one who sometime ago began making not so good choices. The one who made excuses to Jesus and stopped growing, then turned around and walked off the path, that person who is currently breaking God’s heart and putting tears into your own heart. They no longer listened to scripture or questions from you but have made up their mind. No matter if it is about a relationship, escape choices like alcohol or drugs, spending time in the world rather than the “Word”, walking away from their calling or caring too much what people think and not enough about the heart of Jesus. Your old and close friend, who now is walking so close to the edge of the cliff seems not to even see the drop off or danger coming, is grieving your heart.
And then the Lord Jesus Christ seems to whisper into your spirit:
You are concerned over your sister’s path and rightfully so. She needs ME but is blind. I will bring her again into the fullness of my love in time. Pray and move as I direct. Love her with my love.

Proverbs 10:12 indicates that love covers a multitude of sins while hatred stirs up strife. It doesn’t mean that we aren’t to be bold and share the truth in love with our friend. It means that perhaps we are to have very fine tuned ears, listening to our Lord and knowing when to speak and when to hush. We need to know when to be bold and when to love and simply be there. We need to know when He is calling us to be that watchman on the wall, to sound the trumpet of warning and not have our friend’s  “blood on our hands” by being silent. Would it be easier to shake our head and walk away? Probably, love isn’t always the easiest choice BUT the Lord will walk through this with us.

In Proverbs 17:9 we are encouraged to cover a transgression rather than gossip. Gossip separates friends. With the help of the Lord we can hush and pray and watch the hand of the Lord move in the situation.
Hopefully the time will come for the following scripture from James to come true. What a gift to you and to your friend, to have that friend restored to right standing and fellowship with the Lord Jesus.

Confess your trespasses to one another, and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much. (NKJV)

Prayer: Lord, please convict my friend.  Draw her back to you as only you can. Help me to know when to be bold and share the truth in love and when to be quiet. Help me to pray always until the burden lifts. In Jesus’ most incredible name, AMEN

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Monday, August 12, 2013

Child, My Little One

(This is a page from my upcoming book Afternoon Whispers from the Heart of God to be released the end of September - details to come)

Child, my little one, I’m still setting you free in Me. All is not accomplished overnight, nor is it supposed to be. Take heart, as there are times and seasons. You are in a productive/pruning one. Yet, fear not, I AM gentle and know you/your areas of need. Stay yielded. Pain comes through the ripping and tearing of resistance. Trust Me and let My love untangle you from things which sap life or kill the tender parts of you. I love you much more than you even know how to love yourself. Selah.

We can be really encouraged during times when we feel hurt or torn. Our Lord will still speak to our spirit and even help things make a bit more sense. We are anguished and God sets free. One key seems to be to keep communication with Him no matter how we feel. If we want to produce fruit we need to be in the good hands of the Master Gardener. Who wouldn’t enjoy showing more faith, love and endurance? What a harvest we are promised along with His abundant life!

Psalm 118:5 In my anguish I cried to the Lord, and he answered by setting me free. (NIV)

Here are some scriptures to use in writing a few notes. How do they apply to you today?
Matthew 3:8

Hebrews 12:11

John 10:10

My commitment:

Prayer: Oh, Lord, it is early and I’m SO foggy. Help me awaken to worship You. I need You and worship You, my Jesus! Please speak to me what You would have me to hear specifically for today, from Your heart and Your Word. In Jesus’ name, AMEN.

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Friday, August 9, 2013

Little Rebel or Big Rebel Neither are “Pretty”

We have all observed or maybe been the participant in younger years the toddler’s temper tantrum. That little one defiantly saying NO, then going into a kicking, screaming, yelling fit in hopes to get his or her own way; right now, the way they want it without regards for anyone else except SELF. Do you ever wonder how God sometimes sees us? Once again I sense He is whispering to my inner ears and my heart:
You have seen my beauty in the mountains, in the valleys and even in the desert. Know that you have beauty when you are on spiritual mountain tops or in valleys, yes, even in spiritual deserts. Rebellion has no beauty because it is not somewhere obedience puts you, but rather SELF.
Look to me for your strength and renewal, daughter. I have been with you and you shall grow to bloom again. You are loved and understood and cherished by your Lord. There is no condemnation in rest. Refresh yourself in my Word. Selah.

In Psalm 46:10 we are entreated to “be still and know that I am God”. The Lord, through David, then goes on to say that He will be exalted among the nations, He will be exalted in the earth. Let’s look at this for a minute. Does that make sense? That the Creator of the Universe should be lifted up, should be praised and looked up to? Or would we think that a little one, crawling around and not even able to walk yet should get all that notice and adulation? Pretty easy decision with that picture, isn’t it? We are not our own God. We are not running the show. Some of us know from experience where that can take us when we try to “take over” and call all the shots. Some of us are blessed to even be alive because of the incredibly UN-insightful choices we have made. Enough said.

In Matthew 11:28 Jesus calls us to Him promising rest for all of us who labor and are heavy laden. Isn’t it great to realize that there is one strong enough to handle all our stresses, strains and backpack boulders if we simply call upon Him?

In Psalm 23:3 David is giving credit to His Lord saying He refreshed my soul, He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His name sake. This, too, is taking the burden off us and giving it to Him who is able.

In 1 Samuel 15:23 we are reminded that rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft, stubbornness is as inequity and idolatry, and that because you have rejected the word of the Lord, He also had rejected you from being king.

This is a pretty strong admonishment. We can easily tell that God wants to lead us and hates us to rebel, that there are consequences if we do – for our safety and for the wellbeing of those around us. Thank you, Lord.

Prayer: Dear Lord, help us to see into our own hearts and yield to you so we can dwell in Your peace and rest. Allow us wisdom to squelch even the mental footstep towards rebellion and self exultation. Please help us to keep humble hearts and teachable spirits before Your throne. AMEN

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