Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Misunderstood Martin Mortenson Mouse


Misunderstood Martin Mortenson Mouse
Eek! Why does everyone call me Eek? Don’t they know that I have a real name? It is not some exclamation. It is Martin Mortenson Mouse. Now I know that might not be very pretty but it is a name of substance, not some shrill syllable like EEK….
Why do I upset so many people? It was rats that carried the plague and they are much nastier than I am. Cute, furry, I have been known to be even cuddly at times. then there is their C-A-T. No, I will not say it out loud as it might summon that terrible beast. Yet they pet and coo over that horrid thing with his 10 sharpened weapons which try to do diabolical damage to me and my family.
Perhaps they should be afraid of him? He sends out his purring signal and within seconds can be using those sharp talons to wound them. Why can’t they see who the treacherous one in the house really is? Surely it cannot be me – I really don’t eat THAT much. And what comes out the other end is so small I don’t even need one of those terrible boxes filled with “sand” and  phew, the smell, whew.
Harrumph. I wonder how we mice have gotten such a bad rap for such a long time?
Mama mouse never knew the answer to this either. We don’t enjoy instilling fear into the hearts of women everywhere. I could see it if we were poisonous like a crawly thing, snake is what they call them or an arachnoids type spider but sweet, furry and with pretty blinking eyes? Such misunderstanding and abuse – there has to be an answer.
“Hey. Mom, Jenny’s white mouse had some babies, can I have one for a pet?”
Not likely to be a question in this household in my lifetime…. Oh, I could dream about this, being cuddled and pampered with my favorite mouse snacks from the mouse deli…..
“Sam, get that peanut butter and the mouse trap! I think I just saw another one scurrying under the piano – quick…”
 Well, at least they got the peanut butter part right but I know what happens if I want even the tiniest little taste – “WHAP!” Oh, no, here comes the Samari C-A-T, sniffing and prowling around my little door yet again. If anyone should have a persecution complex it should be me, Martin Mortenson Mouse in this terrible, twisted house. They really do not understand!
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Friday, July 25, 2014

Getting Ready to Praise the Lord


What prevents praise? Have you ever thought about those times when you would think about praising God and then think of many reasons why you shouldn’t?
One of the things which “prevents” praise is unconfessed sin. Sin – whatever the sin is: repent and confess and ask the Lord to cleanse you. He will meet you there and forgive you making your sins “white as snow”. When you are feeling fresh and clean then praise will, once again, flow freely.
Self Abasing – pride prevents praise: renew your mind in the Word. Confessing the pride is good too as that is also sin. Actually, pride is what got satan “kicked out” of heaven. A most beautiful angel, leader of worship and music and guess what, the leader of praise until he decided he could become like the Most High. He has been trying to tempt us to be tripped up by the same thing ever since, pride. We need to nip this in the bud.
 
Problems – our focus on problems rather than Jesus prevents praise: renew your mind in the Word. The Lord God is bigger than any problem we have. He is our healer, provider, deliverer, banner, covering, counselor. Books have been written just about the names of Jesus and what they mean to us. Can we trust Him? How can we not?
 
Wrong Concept of God – our wrong concept prevents praise: Jesus=God=Jesus: renew your mind in the Word. Come, taste the Lord and see that He is good. He is able. He is our all in all. You can rest in that and praise will flow.
 
Fear – opinion of others rather than what God thinks, rejection, ridicule prevents praise: renew your mind in the Word. Remember that we are “but dust”. Satan accuses. Sometimes we can agree with him. Yep, I am weak but in my weakness God is made perfect. It is a wonderful partnership; God and me. I am lacking and He more than makes up for anything missing in me, alleluia!
 
Prayer is always appropriate. We are so blessed to have a Father that we can come to with ANYTHING. Try taking those things mentioned above; sin, self abasing, problems, wrong concepts of God and fear directly to Him who is able!
 
Praise puts God between you and your circumstances!! Praise involves a choice, an act of our will. Think of a cross. The vertical piece represents God’s Word and His will. The horizontal piece represents our will. Our will appeals to our intellect, reasoning and our flesh. We need to surrender our will to Jesus. Surrender daily, probably or even more often that that! 
 
Yielding our will becomes a sacrifice of worship and we are free to praise! 
 
Psalm 9:1
To the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Death of the Son.” A Psalm of David. ] I will praise You, O LORD, with my whole heart; I will tell of all Your marvelous works. (NKJV)
 
Psalm 9:2
I will be glad and rejoice in You; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High. (NKJV)
 
Psalm 54:6
I will freely sacrifice to You;I will praise Your name, O LORD, for it is good. (NKJV)
 
Prayer: Lord Jesus, please help me to get ME out of the way so I can freely and clearly praise and worship You. You alone are worthy and You alone are able to keep this captive captivated only by You! AMEN
This was written in February 2011 partially from notes taken by Marijo Phelps in May of 1980 Virginia Parks speaker Women’s Aglow Fellowship in Modesto California.
 
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Monday, July 21, 2014

Pencil Praise Poems V


 
Fine Tuned
Lord Jesus
I long to hear Your voice
Start my day Your way
Refocus me on You
This is what I pray.
 
Singing  Halleluiah
Singing Halleluiah to my King
I know my strength is in You alone
Let resounding echoes ring and ring
Of my boundless joy
As You call me Your own!
 
Transparent
Jesus, make me see through
Transparent
So others might see You
Apparent
 
Sunny
Sunny, Wondrous rays washing me warm,
The Savior's smile.
 
Everlasting Love
Storm clouds in the sky,
The storm passes by,
Rainbow from up above,
A remembrance of His love.
 
Future Unseen
Some dreams
You dream so long
You begin to wonder
If you aren't but a figment
Of their imagination!
 
Talk is Cheap
Talk is cheap
Some people say
But have they ever
Paid the price?
 
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Saturday, July 19, 2014

Pencil Praise IV


 
Blood Bought
Jesus, Your praises are sweet to speak
Your beauty and mercy beyond compare,
I turn to lean on Your strength
And find that You're always there,
Waiting for me to humbly reach out
Accept Your perfect, loving lift
Admit that I cannot do it myself,
Receive Your blood bought eternal gift
Blessed Consistency
Jesus is my only anchor
In this sea of unrest
Called the World
 
Choice
JESUS is running the show
He's got everything under control
Will you step back and let Him
Or plow on and forget Him
Do you prefer peace
Or confusion of soul?
The choice is yours
You know.
 
Can’t Wait
Jesus, I think the waiting
Is the toughest part of all
Why couldn't You have come back
YESTERDAY?

 
Covenant of Love
Storm clouds in the sky
The storm passes by
A rainbow up above
A promise of His love
 
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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Fear, Good Fear, Bad Fear.... is there Really a "Good" Fear?

 
Fear, Good Fear, Bad Fear Is There Really a “Good” Fear
A fellow writer recently posted a piece about an armed robber going into a store with a gun drawn and encountering the owner of the store and a customer. The owner boldly told him, "In the name of Jesus, I command you to get out of my store," He demanded they lay down on the floor. They did not but kept telling him to leave. He got agitated and left. Fear led to boldness, and using her authority in the name above all names, Jesus Christ.
Bear suddenly appearing, healthy fear flight/ fight adrenalin reaction within our bodies
Mick and I were hiking in the middle of nowhere. Actually it was oil company property which had just been opened as State Trust Land during a few months of the year. We were in right after it opened up. This means that with the exception of a few oil pipeline crew members no people had been there for years. Pristine, wilderness, remote are just a few of the descriptive words which come to mind in painting a picture of Bosque del Oso, which means Forest of the bear,  that should have been our first clue. We were totally enjoying the wilderness smelling of intense pine aroma with a gentle breeze blowing. The weather being perfect for a long hike , we were trying to find a small lake we'd seen on the topographical  map.
Suddenly I spotted a bear. I screamed “bear”, not too bright since my nickname for Mick is Mr. Bear or Cinnamon Bear from the days when he was a red head. He kind of glanced at me and noticed I was walking really fast, backward up the hill we had just come down. Then he spotted her. She had a “cub” whose rear end was just about as big as hers and she was slapping that rear end up a tree in front of us.
“Get back here and draw your pistol for Pete's sake quit running, she'll chase you.”
“I am NOT running, I'm walking fast.”
We both drew our guns and started walking backwards up the hill. She looked at the tree. Popped her jaws and began charging us, then seemed to remember “baby” and ran back to the tree. Soon she went into the woods behind the tree. We could guess she was circling around to come at us from behind. Pretty soon she was back at the tree.
Terror doesn't begin to describe what kind of fear I had. We get the outdoors magazines. We have seen the photos of what brown bears can do to a human body.  We were looking at TWO brown bears, one for each of us. This was not the lion's den. We were not here because we refused to bow down to the King's edict. We never shot the guns - good thing as she would have probably felt threatened on the baby's behalf and taken care of us.  We got out of the area leaving mama and “baby Huey” behind.
Was our fear good? Yep, kept us from wanting to get closer and take her picture, SMART fear. I don't think I was prepared to become bear lunch.  However, I am not sure what would have happened if we'd taken authority in Jesus name and told her to leave, that didn't occur to either of us at the time.
Daniel was in the lion's den. I imagine he had a healthy fear of the lions. He didn't fear the king or what he could do to Daniel, but rather, trusted in his King (God). He would worship no one else and his prayers to God got him thrown in the loin's den. Did God give those lions a full tummy so they weren't interested? Did He send angles to hold their mouths shut? Did he give them a sudden craving for “salad bar” and an aversion to “meat”? We don’t know all those details - BUT Daniel was saved alive.
 
Fear of the Lord is another kind of “smart” fear.  
Psalm 23:4
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. (NKJV)
 
This scripture doesn't say we will not have tough or troubling times but that the Lord will go through them with us. If we panic and get consumed by fears and “what ifs” does that show we are trusting God at His Word? I don't think so. We can lean on this scripture during those times, especially the “I will fear no evil” part.
Another scripture comes to mind about Jesus being with us to the end of the age.
Does that mean that God will be with or us abandon us during tough times? Knowing some of His promises and even repeating them out loud helps us get them internalized. God doesn't forget, but I wonder how often we do and need this reminder.
One of my favorite quotes from my husband is “God is ABLE and we, well, we are but dust.”
That doesn't give us an excuse but a head's up so we can be ready when the tough times come. Let's get into the Word and get ready!
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“GO YE”


 

Help me not to be an ineffectual rattle,

Quiet me, Holy Spirit

Until Your timing is right

Or whisper firmly in love.

Squelch my quivering tongue

Until You can articulate through me

A message in Your strength,

Not my fleshly efforts.

 

Help me not to be

A noisy, 4th of July display

But a single, sharp, clean shot

Straight to the searching heart

With Your Word’s message

Shared in “other seeking”

Selfless love.

 

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There are so many places in the Bible where a believer is encouraged to go and tell. Go into our own world and tell who, EVERYONE about our Lord and Savior. Tell those we see daily – the mail man or lady, the clerk in the store, the policeman on the corner, the waitress in the café, our friend down the street. Tell of the forgiveness available in Jesus Christ – share the wealth. It was pondering about this, the “great commission” to go, tell and make disciples that prompted me to write this poem.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

My favorite photo of our wedding... 29 years ago July 14, 1985.. Mick is God's BEST gift to me after my salvation!!!
 
 

Saturday, July 12, 2014

29 years in just a few days....

Remembering when - I was in the girl's dorm at YWAM Twin Oaks (Garden Valley, TX) putting on my make up and thinking.... this is the last time I will be getting ready in this bathroom.... it was only yesterday (July 14, 1985) that I walked ...out of there and across the levy to meet my future husband, Mickey Stephen Phelps..... Wick Nease married us that morning in the Texas sun... What a blessed gift the Lord Jesus gave us.... each other!!!!






Friday, July 11, 2014

Did You Get Saved in the Bathtub?




Our Lord had the creativity
And the beauty perception
To make no two snowflakes
Alike
Yet we can tell they are all snowflakes

The Bible tells us that we don't have to
Get cleaned up before coming to Him
For His salvation gift
But He meets us,
As the individual He created
Where we are
IF we but ask

I PRAYED THROUGH IN THE BATHTUB

And satan has such ball games
With doctrinism and denominationalism
That he gets "brother" and "sister"
Going round and round
About one dip or two
About purified vessels then
The Holy Spirit vs.
Holy Spirit and FIRE vs.
You had Him all the time dummy,
All you need is growth,
Gifts as signs vs.
Gifts? that went out with the 1st century
Vs Gifts? Oh, we don't want to look at that.
It's too controversial....

Oh, Lord, what happened to Your
Coordinated body with You at the head?
Orchestrated by Your Holy Spirit?

There is a message for all those
Amputated parts-

IF YOU DIDN'T GET SAVED IN THE
BATHTUB, BROTHER,
THEN YOU DIDN'T GET SAVED AT ALL!!
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Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Be Encouraged by Your Savior

Doesn’t it make your day when someone tells you that you did a really great job at some task you were in charge of? It should make you feel even better when the Creator of the Universe reminds you of His love. If you have been “made new”, become a “new creature in Christ” or been “born again” then this encouragement is for you!  If you haven’t been forgiven, there is no day like today and no time like the present. ASK. It is all about Him (Jesus) who died to set you free. I know. I was set free by Him and he has never let me down since!
My Child, you are mine for a purchased, paid price. I ransomed YOU with my life so that I might live in you and flow/move through your hands.
Doubt not your salvation. My Word is your assurance. Rest on Me, not your works. I am strength. I am love. You are mine and I will not let you down, drop you or push you away from my embrace.
Trust and believe me. I am your God.  There is none other like unto me. None came before me. Never will you be rejected by me even when you hurry, rush and are out of focus. I have compassion on you. Your page is clean – don’t condemn yourself but come before me, feast on my Word and I will lift you up the mountain with dancing feet.
Come into my embrace that I might comfort you – all is right. Focus on me and all else will be in perspective. Offer up your praises unto Jesus your Lord as they flow from your pencil, your heart, your tongue and your fullness in me. Be still and know that I am God and you are my daughter .Lift up clean hands before me, I have made them without blemish before the Father for praising Him. He delights in your openness and desires to fill and refill you.
Fear not, but trust as a babe. Open us your arms and heart, be vulnerable in His love. Allow healing to mend those crying, fearful parts as He recreates you, His daughter, His intended .Draw apart. Draw life from Jesus’ well that your heart and being may refresh itself and overflow to others, focus, not chaos; lifting love, not confusion, beauty out of ashes of consecration.
I loved you enough to die for you, let me live in and through you to touch others as you worship Me. My daughter, analyze not, nor dissect, but accept and let me love you through my Word.
In Philippians 3:8 Paul is speaking of considering everything a loss compared to the greatness of knowing Jesus Christ as his Lord, for whose sake he (Paul) has lost all things. Paul considers them (all things) rubbish, I believe some translations even say “dung”, and that Paul may “gain Christ”. I don’t think there is much more that could be said in the way of emphasis in this scripture.
1 Peter 4:11 talks about speaking the very words if God if we speak. It also talks about serving with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ. To him be glory and power forever and ever. Amen.
 
Prayer: Dear Jesus, may this be such an encouragement to believers, new and older – as it was to me. May they sense Your personal love, concern and tenderness as You draw them closer to You. May You equip them to go forth into their Jerusalem and share in Your most incredible Name!  AMEN.
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Thursday, July 3, 2014

Unequally Yoked but Not By Choice

(This was written many years ago, in another lifetime.  When I got married we were equally yoked and then I went and got saved.... gone was the alcoholic my husband had married and the atheist too.... it became very interesting in our household. This poem came out of my heart during "one of those times".  I might add a PS, although he left, the Lord is SO good. I have now been married to a godly man that I met at Youth With a Mission,  for going on 29 years (July 14, 1985 was that blessed date!) I thought that perhaps some of you could relate to what I was expressing here through verse. Divorce was not in my vocabulary but apparently my then husband had other ideas and pursued them.)
 
 
UNEQUALLY YOKED BUT NOT BY CHOICE
There are those times
When the stereo pulsates with the heartbeat
Of some ancient drum
And he sits there
With watered down wine
 It’s smell circling around my life
Our differences so vast
I must cry out
Because I was momentarily flashing
It almost makes me want to
Throw in the towel
And give up
But I see You there too
Knowing Jesus, that leaving You
Would be ultimate death
“A house divided against itself cannot stand”
But better still
“Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ
And you shall be saved and all your household”
Holy Spirit, convince his heart
I can’t.
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Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Atheist No More

 

 
Psalm 14:1 The fool has said in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt, They have done abominable works, There is none who does good.
Through a series of events that God had put together, this atheist of nine years found herself praying.  I was praying to the god I wasn’t sure was really there.  Life was a mess. I was hurting those I professed to love. Drinking too much and making terrible choices.
My younger sister has changed tremendously.  I had to ask questions. I scoffed and poked fun at her but underneath that tough exterior I was thoughtful. As soon as I put her on the plane, I found myself at the Christian bookstore, getting the book on Bible prophesy she recommended.
Three weeks after reading the book, my then husband and I had gone for a walk in a nearby park.  I was crying but instead of release, the tears felt muddy as they dribbled down my face. Life was a tangled snarl and I was even more tangled..
Later that day, I found myself getting ready for work, taking a bath and talking out loud, to god, IF he was there, I needed help.
“I’ve made a wreck of my life.  If you’re there, I need you to forgive me and to have you take over….” This went on for some time. I am not sure what I expected, but nothing “weird” happened.  I felt calm and peaceful, like a huge boulder in a backpack was lifted off my shoulders.
“Hey, JO, are you ok in there, you’ve been in there an hour and a half now?” questioned my husband.
It was then I realized I was sitting in a bathtub filled with stone cold water. But I felt free for the first time ever in my life.
There was a born again nurse’s aide at work. I spoke with her much.  I began to read the Bible.  I still had so many questions:  How did I know this was really the literal Word of God? How could I believe every word? What was just “good stories” and what was real?
Did you really inspire these writers? Is every word literal? Can I trust this book?
I found myself reading in the Old Testament and came across Isaiah 40:22:
“It is he who sits above the circle of the earth, and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers; who stretches out the heavens like a curtain, and spreads them like a tent to dwell in….” (RSV)
Then it “popped into my head” that when we studied history “in 1492 when Columbus sailed the ocean blue” they all thought if he went too far, he’d sail OFF the edge of the earth… this scripture was written way before Columbus.  Yet, whoever inspired this writing knew the earth was a circle and it sounded like he was sitting above that circle.
Next I found Psalms 103:11-12: “For as the heavens are high above the earth, so is his great steadfast love towards those who fear him, as far as the east in from the west, so far does he remove our transgressions from us.” (RSV)
I started thinking about this. If you go north pretty soon you are going south because the earth spins on its axis which is from north to south…
However, if you go east you keep going east forever and never go west. The lights were coming on just like the sun rises each and every morning.  The person who inspired this knew that the earth was a circle and rotated on an axis. Who but God?
Shortly after this I was reading in the New Testament and found two scriptures regarding end times: Matthew 24:40-41 “Then two men will be in the field; one is taken and the other left. Two women will be grinding at the mill; one is taken and one is left.” And Luke 17:34-35 (speaking of the same end times event) Í tell you, in that night there will be two in one bed; one will be taken and the other left. There will be two women grinding together; one will be taken and the other left.” (RSV)
I mentally checked this out too – too early in time for electricity in the fields, no night lights so those in the field and grinding had to be in the daytime.  And those asleep, looked like it was nighttime.  Showing the concept of an earth with part of it in day and the rest in night when this event happened.
Again, who but the Lord God knew about this at the time in history when these scriptures were written.
Thank you, Lord God, for caring enough to help me with my “issues” about the Bible.  Thank you for looking upon my converted atheist’s  heart and showing me, answering my questions and giving me much to think about in the years that followed.
I no longer wondered which parts of the Bible were “just good stories” and which were literal. I knew from that day on I could rely on what was written within those incredible and wonderful pages. And I knew that I would have these examples to share with anyone else who was questioning like I was.
How much more could I be loved?  How much more personable could my Lord and savior be? I came to find out that this was just the beginning, the very beginning. All these years later I am still learning and growing and daily thanking my incredible raboni, the Lord Jesus Christ.
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