Monday, December 11, 2017

For Crying Out Loud

...Jesus, The Mediator of The New Covenant, and to the Blood of Springling that speaks better than that of Abel. ~Hebrews 12:24b
God told Cain that Abel's blood cried out to Him from the ground. (Genesis 4:1-16)  What were the cries of Abel's life-force? Vengence?

Think of Cain for a moment.  He had never ever experienced blood before. When he struck down his brother and Abel's blood spilled from his body, I can imagine how the red stuff must have shocked him and stiffened him momentarily.  But, with no police, no laws in place, Cain didn't think this act would bear consequences.  Until God Almighty tells Cain that Abel's blood cried out to Him. Phew...I can imagine how fearful Cain must have been, not understanding what we know about blood and DNA today.  Due to our revelations of DNA, we know that blood does "speak". 

So, Jesus' sprinkled Blood speaks better things than Abel's did.  What does His Blood say? Forgive, for you are forgiven? Believe, for My Eternal Blood was shed in place of yours?

We know there is a life-force in blood.  We know DNA speaks.

So, if Jesus' Blood is Eternal, it still has Life and It still speaks to anything we declare that Blood over.  There is an authority in His pure, holy, life-giving Blood. An authority which annunciates to whatever we are in need of.  It bears witness to the Goodness, Faithfulness, and Love of our God. 

Oh, yes, Jesus Christ's Blood is still crying out loud. Do we hear it?  Do we allow His Blood to speak into our adverse circumstances?  Into our minds as the enemy of our souls invades our thoughts? Do we appropriate His Blood - His authoritative, Life-giving Blood - over ourselves, our loved ones, and our circumstances?

Birth is a bloody mess.  Dying can be a bloody mess.  His "mess" is our solution, our benefit.  Thank You, LORD, for your Blood that still speaks over my life.

Because of Him and Unto Him,


Saturday, December 2, 2017

Mary, Can We Sit and Chat Please?

Mary, would you like a cup of tea while we chat?

I know you weren't at the foot of that Cross for your sake - for what mother could endure such horror?  You were there for your Son's sake.  Only the love of a mother could withstand such unspeakable horror so that her Child would know she was there with Him - enduring her own soul's torture for His sake.

Mary, mother of the Son of Man/Son of God, did you know when you birthed your Baby Boy that He was born just to die?

Did you understand what it meant when you were told a sword would pierce your own soul?

How did you endure witnessing such torturous treatment of your innocent Son without your heart imploding from anger and hatred?


How did you get through such inexpressible brokenheartedness?

Did you ever have regrets in the way you raised Him or things you said or didn't say?

At what point did He switch from your Son to your Saviour?  You, from mother to Disciple?

Oh, Mary, the questions I have for you...

If anyone can understand the brokenness of a mother's heart, it is you.

Mary, I do believe you would whisper to me, "Abba's Grace is sufficient to endure. His Grace overrides when nothing within self desires to go on, when grief is all-consuming, when there are more questions than answers, when anger for the brutality, betrayal, and abandonment of other human souls tries to consume you. Father's Grace is working in your life when you don't see it, feel it, understand it. For Grace means He infuses you with Himself one step at a time, one minute at a time."

More tea, Mary?  For I have more questions for you.

Diane, let's save the chat and tea for a future date when we are together. We will have all Eternity to share, for I have questions for you, my sister. As women, you and I are not too much different from each other. Just as I needed Abba's Grace, so do you to endure your life's circumstances. So does all mankind. That surely is the answer. The only answer.  

Because of Him and Unto Him,

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Big Girl Baby Steps


Babies learn to walk by letting go and taking small steps. One foot in front of the other. Wobbling. Falling onto their cushioned butts. Getting back up and taking another small step until...they have walked across the room in Mommy or Daddy's arms.  All the while, Mommy or Daddy were cheering their little step-taker on.



                                             Trust is the result. 

And so it is in my "big girl" life. Venturing out into unknown territory can be terrifying. I double-think everything which only ends up producing nothing but uneasy doubt. Mental torture is what it really is.  

All God asks of me is to "let go" of my fears and doubts, and take a small step. A baby step. In faith. Inwardly, holding His Hand. One foot in front of the other, keep taking baby steps. And as I do, I realize I'm halfway across the room.

Keep stepping, Diane. I am here. You can do this. I hear Abba's cheering, ever out-in-front-of-me voice.

I may wobble; I may fall on my well-cushioned butt. But, if I get up and keep stepping, I'll eventually reach the happy-place end into Abba's waiting Arms. Arms which have been there all along. Right there. Waiting. to. catch. me.

 Trust is the result.

Because of Him and Unto Him,



Thursday, November 16, 2017

Where Are the Safe-haven Christians?

A young man in my church took his own life some months back.   I am an Intercessor by nature and this young man had a special place in my heart.  He took his own life while on my watch so to speak.  I was devastated.

As an Intercessor, I am usually very intuitive as the masks people wear.  Smiles, joking around, and the "I am blessed" verbiage more times than not hides truth - pain and mental anguish deep inside a soul.

Why do Christians wear masks around each other?  Why the need to hide the truth?

Because most Christians are not a safe haven for the hurting.

Confidences are not kept, judgment rather than compassion is displayed, most are not deep enough into their relationship with God to manifest the gifts of His Spirit, and the art of listening with the heart is almost non-existent.

The bottom line is that today's American Christians (disciples of Jesus Christ)  are not Christ-like - most everything is of the flesh and not the Spirit.  Collectively, we are just a "good old boys club".  Not The Church of Jesus Christ.  Oh, dear God, have mercy on us!

So, masks will continue to be in place.  The hurting will continue to hurt.  Quietly.  Alone.  Desperate.  With a silent scream down deep inside them with no avenue of expression.

But, every once in awhile, a safe-haven Christian will have the opportunity to comfort and help a desperately hurting soul because they are known as such.  As was the case last night.  To God be the Glory.  To that safe-haven Christian, I am blessed to know you and call you friend.  Thank you for being real enough and Christ-like enough that you were called out to.  Thank you for being an Ambassador of Christ.  You made a difference in a life.  You made a difference in the Kingdom.  You made a difference to me.

Because of Him and Unto Him,

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Philanthropy 101

Live graciously and generously toward others the way God lives toward you.  ~ Matt. 5:48 
When I eat out with others, I often get shocked looks and sometimes, not-so-kind comments from those at the table when I leave a tip.  I tip generously.  My husband and I had always been like this since we were first married - even when we didn't have a pot to pee in.  Giving, helping others financially, and taking others into our home was our way of life long before we were spiritually awakened.  That's what CareVan was all about: helping others.  That lifestyle never changed over all the decades we were together.  And I've continued living the "giving" lifestyle even now that I'm a retired wife.

I've been pondering why am I like this.  And the only answer I have is just because I'm my Abba Father's daughter.

God Almighty is the most prominent Philanthropist that ever will be, and we are created in His image and likeness.  Therefore, shouldn't we also be philanthropy-minded?  Shouldn't we be doing whatever we can within our sphere of influence to help improve the quality of life of our fellow human beings?  By so doing, we show a little bit of God's loving, giving Character. 

A giving heart can help change a life.

Not too long ago I sat in a diner grabbing a quick bite to eat.  My server was all tatted up, had all kinds of piercings and a spiked hairdo, and I got the sensing I should leave a $50 tip.  Well, I must be honest, I argued with The LORD a bit.  "Now, that's a bit ridiculous LORD." "What if she uses drugs?"  (Afterward, oh, how I repented for my judging heart.) Long story short.  I did what He prompted me to do.  She ran to me as I was leaving with tears streaming down her face.  "I told God this morning that if He was real, have someone leave me a $50 tip."  I got to talk to her and hug her, and share a monumental moment in her life.  One that she will never forget, nor will I.  I was most honored to be used by God as He reached out to this young woman who had a searching heart.

I always thought philanthropists were only the super-duper wealthy people who give millions to charities.  I've come to the realization that I am a philanthropist.  I give what I can when I see or hear of a need.  And there are many, many people like me in this world, some I'm blessed to call my friends.  We are the quiet, behind-the-scenes, low-income philanthropists. We do what we can, where we can. In our own communities.  Making a difference one life/one family at a time.  Oh, Hallelujah!

Because of Him and Unto Him,


Friday, October 27, 2017

A Collaboration: His Photo, My Muse

A friend of mine, Don Case, emailed me a photo he took yesterday morning and asked me to write something to go with it.  So, I pondered the photo for a while early this morning. This is our collaboration:


The Colors of Life

life sure is colorful
Sometimes, our journey path is straight, with the end in sight
other times, the road is full of twists and turns which keeps us wondering, "Are we there yet?"
Sometimes, all we experience is ugliness
other times, all the beauty this life has to offer

the colorfulness of life is like the changing seasons
Stark white to foreboding darkness and all the in-between hues of oranges, reds, and yellows
what does your path look like at this moment?
Straight?  winding?  Dark?  bright?
it doesn't matter because colorful beauty is all around us whatever our path

for, truly, beauty is in the eye of the beholder

~~~
Thank you, Don, for the invitation to collaborate. Your photo, my muse.  I loved doing this!  I sure hope you are pleased with the outcome.

And I hope all who read are blessed.

Because of Him and Unto Him,







Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Those Darn Memories!

I'm feeling guilty.
I feel like I've been cruel to my dog.

Years ago, my oldest son, Michael, moved back home from Georgia and helped Joe start his business, Renewal by Andersen of Long Island.  Michael had a dog named Rockit.  So, she moved in with us too.  Michael would call Joe and I, "Grandma and Grandpa" when he spoke to Rockit.  So, we naturally picked up the same thing when speaking to either Rockit or Kodak.

Since the night God began revealing Joe's secret life and Joe just abandoned our family - almost 5 years ago - I never used the names "Grandma" or "Grandpa" again when speaking to Kodak.

I'm watching a movie tonight and a commercial came on.  For some reason, the words came out of my mouth to Kodak, "Where's Grandpa?"  Even I was surprised by them.

Kodak started looking around and then backed away from me and ran to the living room windows.  His head was moving back and forth as if trying to find him.  I burst into tears.  I kept calling him, but there he stood for about a half a minute until he finally just laid down in front of the window.

How do you erase 45 years of memories?  I met Joe when I was 19, the first winter after HS graduation.  Joe would always say, "We were kids."  Oh, we sure were! 

You don't erase memories but, you do stuff them.  Then suddenly, out of nowhere, there they are - invading your moment.  Without thinking, the words erupted from my mouth and when I saw Kodak's reaction, the tears streamed down my face.

Those darn, bless-ed memories.  They are mine.  For always.  And obviously, they are Kodak's, too.

"Grandpa" and Kodak at Grandpa's favorite place, Mattebella Vineyard, in Southold

Because of Him and Unto Him,












Monday, September 25, 2017

Well, EXCUSE Me!

But, they all, with one accord, began to make excuses. - Jesus Christ, as recorded in Luke 14:18  
Excuses.  Excuses.  Excuses. To some degree or another, we all excuse away our behaviors and choices.  Humankind is like that due to Adam's first "she made me do it" excuse.  He said that to God Almighty as if God would overlook his disobedience because Eve had such persuasive powers over him. 

E X C U S E !


God did NOT accept Adam’s excuse.  Why?  Because Adam was just defending his offensive behavior.  He wasn't explaining, he was defending.

God does not accept our excuses either. 

An explanation as to why someone did or didn’t do something is one thing, but if they are just excusing away their behavior or choices, then no.  If there is no sorrowful conviction for the bad choices made, it is just an excuse.  

Almost four years ago God exposed my husband’s long-term lifestyle with his paramour and family.  When I confronted him, the only explanation he had was that he was “unhappy”. Yes, I imagine he was unhappy!  How do you juggle two families and their lifestyles while keeping it, and all the finances involved in supporting two families, a secret from the one for years on end?  

E X C U S E !  



I hear more excuses in church than I do anywhere else.  Reasons not to serve.  Reasons not to help someone.  Reasons not to tithe.  Reasons not to commit.  Reasons not to forgive.  Reasons to gossip.  Reasons to judge.  Reasons for intolerance to other’s behaviors or choices.  Reasons to kick the wounded. Reasons for betraying confidences.  


E X C U S E S ! 

I’m much more conscious of my own excuses now. I have no valid excuse for anything.  I stand raw and exposed before God.  If I make excuses, His Spirit quickly convicts me.  And then I’m faced with another choice: make excuses for my excuses or lay my heart bare before Abba and allow His Goodness to lead me to repentance and back into right-standing with Him.

Our society does not need more excuses.  It does need more sorrowful convictions over our behaviors and choices.  Because when we do, we are adorned with Christ-like beauty.

Because of Him and Unto Him,

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Mums the Word

What is that gets us into trouble a lot of times?

Opinions.

My opinion vs. your opinion can cause arguments, detrimental judgments to be made, road rage, loss of friendships, etc.  Opinions have divided families, friends, church members, and this nation.

We live in the USA where opinions are clearly legal.  Verbalizing or writing our opinions is absolutely our right.  OUR RIGHT YES, BUT NOT NECESSARILY RIGHT. 

Why? Because it does cause situations to escalate, even to the point of war. Because each party thinks they are right and everyone else is wrong.

I heard someone say this recently:
"Lose your opinions and dive deep into the Law of Love."  
Give THAT some thought.  It's deep.

If we acknowledge that everyone has a right to their own personal opinions and we love each other in spite of the differences of opinions, then we won't lose friends, or act out in road rage, or get into arguments.  Arguments occur because we fail to acknowledge someone else's point of view.  We fail to hear.  We may listen, but always with our "But" in mind.  WE FAIL TO HEAR.  WE FAIL TO HEAR, WHEREBY, WE MIGHT HAVE OUR EYES OPENED TO A TRUTH.  

So, "mums the word", because I've learned over these decades that everyone sees/believes/speaks through their own circumstantial filters.

Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum. ~ Shakespeare ("Mum" means silence.)

Maybe if we valued the right for everyone to believe as they choose to and not try to dissuade others, we would have a less-divided nation, a less-divided Body of Christ right now.  We must pick and choose our battles.  Opinions do not win them, however.  You can win more by love, respect, and acceptance than being louder than someone else. There is no winning side to opinions. Afterall, opinions are just that: OPINIONS (a personal belief or judgment that is NOT founded on proof or certainty.)
Do not be wise in your own opinion.                                                 ~ Romans 12:16b
Because of Him and Unto Him, 




Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Awaken, Love!

Awaken, Love,
from Your slumber
Awaken!

Claw through, Love,
from life's debris enshrouding You
Claw through!

Shout out, Love,
Your voice has been silenced way too long
Shout out!

Free yourself, Love,
from the straightjacket heartbrokenness has encased You in
Free yourself!

Push through, Love,
to the surface
Push through!

Excavate, Love,
from the layers upon layers of dysfunction
Excavate! 

Resurrect, Love,
from the grave of deadness
Resurrect!

Oh, Love in me, be set free!


Love has been shed abroad in our hearts by God, Himself.  By Love, Himself.  (Romans 5:5)

It is up to us to allow Love free reign in our hearts, in our words, in our actions.  When desired - then and only then - will Love start to be set free from within.  And then, we truly will be Disciples of The Lord Jesus Christ.  Because He is Love.  He doesn't DO Love, He IS Love.  And so must we be to God's Glory and Honor.

Because of Him and Unto Him,