Should…

“If you don’t change your direction, you’ll end up where your headed”


I can’t for the life of me tell you why there are some that want to live their life criminally. Where does it start? Parents? Maybe, or possibly a very bad marriage or relationship? No matter, God won’t save the unruly ones. You couldn’t look at me. I know you’ll be blinded if you try to look into God’s eyes.

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Trying to connect the dots, I started with Facebook. I find another assumed name and pictures you might have in a Boy’s Life magazine. Now inquisitive, your nothing like you appear on LinkedIn either.

Why hide the truth, I wonder. The lies will eat you alive someday….or maybe now. So I dove into your integrity, camouflaged by humanity. For God so loved, he protects the hundreds you have infected. There’s no cure!

I recently read, “you are what you are”. Closing the journal, I went to a leather-bound. In a word, you can’t rectify the damage but you can rebuke the thoughts. As God gives us a new day to start over, born again, dawn anoints the honorable. Christ then leads them away from the evil, but of course, you have to want to change.

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Author John C. Maxwell once said, “If you don’t change your direction, you’ll end up where your headed”. No names necessary as I’d spoil my point, but giving God the credit, His antidote was in place long before 2017. I sit and absorb God’s offering. Not alone nor insecure, tranquility has measured my reassurance.

Your unscrupulous habits I pray, will end. For our almighty Father will administer His fate, on those who feel ashamed…..or SHOULD!

 

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For he is God’s servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God’s wrath on the wrongdoer. (Romans 13:4)

Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. (1 Corinthians 6: 9-10)

Guilty As “Hell”

….why won’t a body heal when drugs and doctors are at a loss?

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I’m not a doctor but there are times when your health can’t be healed with medicines and drugs. Those who believe this have seen prayers answered and dreams come true. Miracles from God is the only logical answer. I know that God is in the business of “giving gifts” to those who sometimes least deserve it. But on rare occasions, those in need can’t profit from a prayer.

I, personally, can tell you how unfortunate it is to watch a child of God (or are they really??) suffer. The multitude of surgeries and doctor visits, time off from work trying to get well….all for nothing. Maybe, just maybe, God knows more….

I pray for those whose money can’t buy health. God is called on after the laying of hands on the sick – not once or twice, but a half a dozen times. There is no answer though. So now I wonder…. why won’t a body heal when drugs and doctors are at a loss?

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The inflicted lay in bed, tossing and turning, dealing with the reflections only they see in a mirror. The truth can’t be erased as evil exists in hearts and minds of the unscrupulous. Watching, there’s nothing known to man that can heal the self-inflicted. Laying hands on the ill is as effective as drawing a blank unless they are ready to publicly confess. Trying to sweep their past under the rug does little to heal the infection. God looks down on a rotting spirit. Oh the extremities look awesome, but the soul is as “guilty as hell.”

This synopsis is not a cure for some though who truly deserve the love of God. I have a friend, George, who laid on his death bed a year ago. Only prayers saved his spirit. Some of us know those who, by the grace of God, are miraculously healed. Another friend, just tonight, found out he’s cancer free. God bless you too Jason!

But what about the others whose gloom has conquered their inner spirit? They rot before our very presence, here on Earth. Hell, is just not a place; it’s also an act of destruction. And if healing is to happen for the tormented, repenting the subconscious mind, is the antidote. I think God would concur.

It could be easy to find a miracle drug. Start with God! Wipe the slate and ask for forgiveness. Only then will the heart be able to receive the eternal love that God intends for us. A hardened heart will never heal.

Today, I pray for the inflicted who are guilty as hell. The day will come when they will stand eye-to-eye and they better pray He likes what He sees.

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Editor’s Comments:

God never promises to always remove suffering and never guarantees that he will heal in this life. I want to stress that sickness is not always the direct result of sin in someone’s life, but pain and disease are part of the fallen. But we must realize it is one possible reason.

It could be that some people may not want to be healed because they’ve linked their personal life’s chaos so closely with their illness. They may fear the unknown aspects of life beyond their sickness, or crave the attention that the affliction provides. Often, God will use physical suffering to develop their character and produce spiritual growth.

Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results. (James 5:16)

Scripture also indicates that some illnesses are caused by spiritual or demonic influences:

And you know that God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Spirit and with power. Then Jesus went around doing good and healing all who were oppressed by the devil, for God was with him. (Acts 10:38)

 

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“Air Looms”

There’s no love in the hearts of many trying to destroy our great nation


 

The nightly news has become a broken record; some group wants to decapitate a statue. Across the seas, there is always another coup that doesn’t agree with our way of life. Disgusted with the worldly ways, I say, good-night…don’t forget to pray! Pray for forgiveness for those that thought, but know not, that wisdom and knowledge are only attributed to experience. I ask God to watch over the loved that means so much.

Greeted by a morning fog, Dawn (God’s Little Girl), is crying out over our sovereignty. I look to heaven for a clear sign.

It’s blanketed by the “air that looms”….

A still so eerie that nature, itself, has ran for cover. I sit in the mist listening to God and wonder why my birds aren’t eating. Un-United, our states are in turmoil. Our heavenly father has turned a blind eye. You can’t bless the lack of respect; the sorrow mourns a morning.

The “air looms” with mixed emotions….

My heartfelt thoughts are not being heard. God, poised, we pray for your resolution.

The calm is like none other; my Morning Doves are gone. The atmosphere is saturated with hate. There’s no love in the hearts of many trying to destroy our great nation.

The “air looms”…. like a solar eclipse about to happen.

All I feel is the emptiness from the hell the media stirs. Life is better when we are excluded. Starving for attention, these groups are fed by the fame they receive.

And the “air still looms”….

Like freshly perked coffee, you can almost smell the prediction of people. And yet, if you leave the coffee urn on, you know what will happen. It’s time to rise, and “make your bed” (a General once said). Be called to the glory, as those before us, who gave their all in the name of God. Life is too precious!

The ”air looms”….. it’s relentless.

Those that kiss their loved ones goodbye, parade in front of a camera. They proudly display their inhumanity for one another.

What have we learned??

Our history is being destroyed at the hands of “the children”! Where is our might to fight the ruthless? God only knows. The blood sheds for many, the past and the present. Is there no hope when morning comes?

And the “air looms”….

The torches of a fiery hell lingers long into the night. Not a soul was armored in the name of Christ; not a Bible was destroyed in the melee.

And still the “air looms” as Dawn awakens….

 


Editor’s Notes:

Who is Dawn (God’s Little Girl”??  Read my earlier blog, God’s Little Girl

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A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. (John 13:34)

If anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen. (1 John 4:20)

Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. (Romans 12:10)

For inquire, please, of bygone ages, and consider what the fathers have searched out. For we are but of yesterday and know nothing, for our days on earth are a shadow. Will they not teach you and tell you and utter words out of their understanding? (Job 8: 8-10)

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Love is like crystal…beautiful until its broke.


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In the middle of the quiet night, I listen to the creatures as they share a “who is right” conversation. Hearing them squabble, reminds me of you and I. Whoever has the last word doesn’t matter, wrong or right. We fight about the littlest things…you buy the milk; I’ll buy the butter. Like ants crossing a lily pad and the frog has enough of them, he jumps off, for its all he can handle.

So here we are wasting away another day that God hath made, trying to get our last say. At the end of the day, a compromise will certainly be rendered. Back and forth, love, like a ping pong ball, appears to be who serves last – that’s what matters most. Frustrated as pointless accusations hurdle across the net, we speak our peace and words ricochet through our hearts.

Love is like crystal…beautiful until its broke. Worthless in the trash, we pick up the pieces of our fragile relationship, trying to make it last. Like closing the windows after a tornado has passed, only God knows the damage.

Bits and pieces of past history lingers in our own mystery. I wonder, why is life ricocheting from wall to wall? The hurts become deflated egos and common sense lies like broken crystal. “Why?”, is the only word…. not “sorry”, nor regrets. The walls stand tall, impervious to glass being at thrown at them.

Here where faith lies in the balance, fear becomes a common denominator. And where there is fear, there is no faith….do the math. You can’t fix broken crystal.

 


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Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. (1 Corinthians 13: 4-7)

It is better to live in a corner of the housetop than in a house shared with a quarrelsome wife. (Proverbs 21:9)

But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere. (James 3:17)

For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, (Romans 3:23)

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A Riots Rant

No, this is not one of my regular blogs but from my soggy back porch, I have the urge to rant!

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For once, being old is somewhat of an advantage. I have seen, and was once, unwillingly, involved where riots were going on…. more than I can count! From the “Little Rock Nine” in ’57, to “four dead in Ohio” in ’70 (which brought out the largest force of national guard), to the Baltimore racially provoked in ’70-’71; more recently, the LA riots (Rodney King riots), Baltimore & Ferguson riots, and now Charlottesville, Virginia. The pictures all look the same. So, what have we learned in the 60 odd years, that I recall? The bloodshed and tears that never made a difference!

Today we see riots that are infiltrated by immigrants out-of-state. Is trying to mutilate a statue the answer? Condemning history is like rebuking your great grandparents. Come on people! Have you nothing better to do than show your ignorance?

Hitler is dead, I’m sorry to inform you. Slaves were both black and white. God bless you if you can do my job better than me! Equal rights?? Get off your duff and show your worth!

Finally, every city pays two departments for protecting the welfare of others – the police and fire departments. For years I’ve asked why get the police involved as nothing changes. But my simple truth is to merely take ONE fire truck and douse the unruly crowd. It would disperse the tempers. Not to mention declaring the cell phones as dead. Why not? I wonder.

I’m for change too, but PLEASE QUIT KILLING!!!

Engraved Hurts

Like soldiers on a battleground, our persistent thoughts are marching on….


We sit across the table from each other and the tension rises like ocean waves before a hurricane. Our hearts ache from the daily frustrations. Words fly like cannonballs across the bow. The night is lighting up from the fiery hurts and our broken souls is damforgiveness 2aging our spirits. There is not a “sorry” that can mend the fury; no kindness is coming from giving; no hugs healing the hardened hearts; just short little snippets that become too repetitive to hear. I’m asking for grace to bring some peace to the table. But when two hearts aren’t in sync, God has His work cut out for Himself. Our love is souring like month old milk.

Love, like spring pollen, carries off to a neighbor’s lawn; walls are retaining the temper and silence is becoming enemy number one. So my conscience knocks on heaven’s gates and I’ll pray for our Lord to hear my heart. But like statues in the wind, the prayers are standing guard of the present. Life, cruel at times, has no invitation. Joy, the ultimate restorer between two hearts, is waiting on the other side.

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I’m in awe watching the tears as they flow and sorrow can’t explain the reckoning. Blame is passing like vegetables at Thanksgiving. There is no rhyme or reason. Our Lord sits at the head of the table trying to join our hearts in prayer. Stubborn though, our minds are overruling the prayers. Like soldiers on a battleground, our persistent thoughts are marching on…. I’m carrying the flag trying to surrender but our guns are still drawn.

Morning arrives and a tranquility, like the dew from the night before, is falling over the engraved flowers. Hearts are listening to subconscious minds as we cease fire. Over early coffee, our guns are holstered. An anointing brings a smile as the sun breaks through the thunder. Love is being restored and the sun is warming little petals. God, the only true peacemaker, is reigning over the battlefields of our minds. We sit in peace and the quiet sermon is coming as the gentle breeze rings the wind chimes.

I’m asking myself, could this have been avoided? Unequivocally, yes, if God is first and past hurts are left by the headstones of our deceased memories. We’re limping away, now handicapped from the wounds encountered from the night before.

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So, here we are off on our busy day….people to meet, bills to pay, and our Lord is holding down the fort. We are marching off, alone, to fight our own personal battles…

 

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EDITOR NOTES:  Did you ever hurt the person you loved?  Did you say unwanted things?  If you have hurt someone you loved, it is not easy to repair this mistake.  It is time to seek forgiveness.  You may have to go to great lengths to win over the trust once again.

Watch your words in a fit of temper and weigh the pros and cons of every word you utter. If you want to express your anger at an event, target the incident and not the person.

Be truly repentant…

 


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A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. (Proverbs 15:1)

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; … (1 Corinthians 13:13)

And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.   (1 Peter 5:10)

 


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Empty Memories

Not even the scrapbook recalls the love ….. turmoil of emotional child abuse


emotional abuse 2In the quiet evening, your mind strays to younger days. Nestled in the love seat, you think about the lonely life that has lead you down the paths of disillusion. There in the confusion, disconnection is a way of life. Heart wrenching, love was in limited supply; not much to go around and rationed like a commodity. It was not associated with warmth but instead, related to the flowers or gardens.

You would sit in your room and play by yourself. Looking out the window, your mother is in her polka dotted blouse, dark slacks, and her garden gloves. She loves her tomatoes and corn on the cob. You just watched …. sitting inside. She never knew the love you desired or saw devotion because it was all about money – how much dad could bring home. You were too young to understand but you knew that love wasn’t suppose look like that. Looking back, you never heard, “I love you”, as you went off to school or while saying your prayers at my bedside.

Animosity seemed to rule the roost. You listened to your friends as they shared their stories on the way to school. They went out over the weekend and as you knocked on their door, you knew they would not be home.

You would have given anything for your parents to include you in their plans. But to throw a ball or enroll you in a curriculum outside of the classroom wasn’t going to happen. Sadly, you would come home and play while most of your friends played at the beach. Softball was the sport.

Yes, it’s sad as those from broken homes look back. You swore you would never do that to your own children. Now those days are long gone too and all that’s left are voids. Not even the scrapbook recalls the love ….. just tarnished empty pages. The snapshots are faded memories you just as soon forget.

For now, life is all but over; the mid-drift spreads and the hair turns gray. Thoughts are all that’s left, like trash to be thrown away. And here you sit as life goes on.

 


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Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. (Psalm 127:3)

Fathers, do not provoke your children, lest they become discouraged. (Colossians 3:21)

Whoever troubles his own household will inherit the wind, and the fool will be servant to the wise of heart. (Proverbs 11:29)

Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Hebrews 13:5)

 

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Editor’s Notes:

Signs of Emotional Child Abuse:

 

  • Not showing affection.
  • Ignoring the child’s presence and obvious needs.
  • Ignoring the child when he or she is in need of comfort.
  • Not calling the child by his or her name.
  • Making the child feel unwanted, perhaps by stating or implying that life would be easier without the child. For example, a parent may tell a child, “I wish you were never born.”
  • Ridiculing or belittling the child, such as saying, “You are stupid.”
  • Threatening the child with harsh punishment or even death.
  • Continuous verbal abuse.
  • Comparing the child to siblings or peers.
  • Blaming the child for family problems.

 

Ignoring children’s needs, putting them in unsupervised, dangerous situations, or making a child feel worthless or stupid is child abuse. The result is serious emotional harm. But there is help available!

Parental Alienation Awareness Organization: http://www.paawareness.com

Prevent Child Abuse America: 1-800-CHILDREN or preventchildabuse.org
http://www.preventchildabuse.org/images/docs/emotionalchildabuse.pdf

 

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