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,