Monday, February 16, 2015

Tell me a True Story Week of 02/16/15


 
Reading a True Story
 
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HEALING ANGER

Proverbs 29:1 The man that with a stiff neck despises him that reproves him, shall suddenly be destroyed: and health shall not follow him.

It was a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon, and as a child of 10 years old, I wanted to be playing outside, but for some reason, I was told to stay in the house and to sit on the couch. 
 
I can’t remember ever being that angry before, but I was violently ticked off.

Reaching over to the Sunday funny papers that lay along side of me, I hastily grabbed them, and viciously and quickly, tore them into small shreds.

My dad was in his chair, reading the sports section and he jumped up with a hop, into the kitchen, grabbed “the belt,” and with a skip he jerked me up and submitted a sound whipping to the back of my legs and back side.

When he had fulfilled his own anger, he explained to me that I did not get the thrashing because he had not read the funnies, but it was because I had destroyed something in a fit of anger. 
 
The lesson here of course was not to break, hit, tear or destroy something while angry.  I learned a personal lesson, and that was not to display anger, but to hold it in.

When my children were growing up, I took out my anger on them.  To hear them tell it, they received a beating every day of their early lives.  Later as they grew older, the punishment turned to a short “time out,” giving them time to ponder what they had done.

Usually apologies were quick, and that would settle it, and it was considered closure.

My anger continued, turning into resentment and depression, with no outlet in sight.  Repentance did not solve it, and I was at a loss for a cure!

One eventful day, I read a pamphlet written by Derek Prince.  He spoke of all the emotions inside of us that could, and would destroy our peace.  His solution was a Spiritual plan that involved, “Binding and Loosening.”  The steps were simple enough.
 
I must honestly tell you these steps brought me complete victory and set me free !!

Step 1.  Find a quiet place where you can be alone and when time is not pressing!

Step 2. Desire to be set free from the disturbing emotion, or habit that is troubling you.

Step 3. Ask the Lord to show you the name of the problem you seek freedom from.

Step 4. Pause and wait. – There is no hurry.

Step 5. As you begin to realize an unwanted emotion, confess to God that you do NOT want to keep it, and release it to Him.  Name it.

Step 6. Ask the Lord to show you a replacement attitude and trade the bad with an opposite and good emotion to take its place.  Name it.

Step 7. Tell God that you receive the new, and then thank Him for his peace.

Step 8. There may be more emotions that you are not aware of, so begin again until all that might be troubling you has been released, and replaced with the new and better.

It is extremely important to replace the old attitudes and emotions with the new, because you cannot afford to have a clean but empty house!  

Matthew 12:43 - 45 When the unwanted spirit is gone out of a man, he walks through dry places, seeking rest, and finds none.  Then he says, I will return into my house from whence I came out; and when he is come, he finds it empty, swept, and clean.  Then goes he, and takes with him seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they enter in and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first.
 
Now fill your spirit with praise and worship to God and fill your mind with his Word.

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Monday, February 9, 2015

True Story Week 02/09/2015


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Stoning the Prophet
 

Don't Stone the Messenger

"I don’t want to hear it!!  I’ll do as I please!  Don’t tell me what to do!"  

This is the way some people act when the messenger brings something they do not want to accept.

Young children should be instructed to respect and listen to their elders, but when they are older, they often decide to go against what they have been taught.  It is just plain old fashioned rebellion and stubbornness which is in the heart of many of us at times.

The Prophets and messengers in the Bible were often censured and criticized, and sometimes stoned and killed. 

People do not always appreciate the words “REPENT,” turn from your wicked ways and serve the Lord.”  If they had planned to sin, no one was going to mess with their decisions or their lifestyle.
 
As a young lad, Joseph had dreams of grandeur that were opposed by his brothers.  In fact his dreams caused much family friction, and the brothers hated Joseph.  One ill-fated day, they decided to kill him because of his message. 
 
Joseph’s brothers declared; Come now therefore, and let us slay him, and cast him into some pit, and we will say, some evil beast hath devoured him: and we shall see what will become of his dreams.”
 
Joshua, and Caleb, tore their clothes because the people would not receive their words. The congregation was so angry with their declaration that they challenged everyone to pick up rocks and to stone Joshua and Caleb to death.   God stopped their foolishness by appearing as the “Glory of the LORD.”

 I am reminded that at church not all the messages preached by the minister are received by everyone.  Some of the congregation will listen and receive, while others are not willing to hear, and are not ready to apply the ministry lesson to their lives.
 
Not all words from God are heard at church.  God has many methods to get his point across.   Some messages coming at us through the gate of the ear or eye cut across the grain, and pull up the hairs on the back of our necks.  Ouch!
 
In today’s world we do not stone the messenger, or kill them, but we can stop up our ears and not pay attention.   Some will say, La, La, La, I can’t hear you!!

If some of these Words from the Lord are coming your way by what ever means, and the Holy Spirit is urging you to make some changes, please do not hesitate to hear His Voice.  Listen carefully and then by all means obey.

Proverbs 29:1The man that with a stiff neck despises him that reproves him, shall suddenly be destroyed: and health shall not follow him.
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Monday, February 2, 2015

Tell Me a True Story week 02 02 15



I Love a True Story
 
 
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Mama, I Can’t See
 
Carefully I managed to back down off the cot where I slept and cautiously feel my way to the wall.  Then I inched along my pathway into the kitchen where my mother was preparing breakfast.

“Mama, I can’t see,” was my childish plea. 

Immediately my mother understood my problem... 

For days, I had been coughing and during that night the congestion had caused mucus to trickle from my eyes closing them as I slept. 

Unable to open my eyes I was crying out for help.

“Not to worry,” said my mother, as she reached for a wash cloth and soaked it with warm water.  Gently she applied the cloth to my face and eyes, and before long I was set free from my prison of blindness.

Thinking back this was the worse case scenario of what we called “sleepy” in our eyes. 


In life there are times when our Spiritual eyes seem to be closed and we are not able to comprehend all the good things God has in store for us.  We sleep our way through life, ignoring the gifts that He desires us to have and use.
 
Other times we turn our eyes away not wanting to see the suffering of others.  The fact is that even here in America there are those who are cold and go hungry every night.

We prefer to shut our eyes and ears when we hear reports of Christians being killed because of their faith.  We think to ourselves, “It can’t happen here,”  but the truth is that it can; even as various groups grow bolder in their hatred for Jesus and Christians.

May we cry out; “Oh Lord, open my eyes that I might see.”
 
And then open my ears so I can hear and ask, “What is the next thing that you desire me to do?”
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Monday, January 26, 2015

True Story Week 01/26/2015


Reading a True Story to His Kitty


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LA LA LA LA LA

Have you ever seen a child (or adult) put their hands to their ears and cry out La La La La La La La?   

They just did not want to hear what was being told to them.   

The words were probably good words and worth hearing.  

In the case of children it was probably something they needed to hear.  In the case of wives – it is often good to listen to a husband’s wisdom. 

Have you ever said La La La to God when he is speaking to you?  

It may be that God is speaking to you through the Bible and definitely it is worth listening to.  
 
OR it may be the minister at church who is giving out a good message that strikes to your heart. 

OR it could be a friend just sharing; what ever the case – next time you are tempted to put your hands over your ears and say La La La, it might be better to stop and listen to what is being said. 
 
Because  - - -  It could be just the very thing you need to hear.

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Monday, January 19, 2015

True Story Blog Party 01/19/15


 
Enjoying a True Story
 
 
 
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Daddy’s Watch

Happily engrossed in playing with my dolls on the front room floor, I was oblivious to my Dad entering the room and placing his watch on the mantle.  Sharply, he called my attention to it.

He declared, “I am leaving the room for a few minutes, and I do not want you to touch this watch, because the glass face is broken.” 
 
He continued, punctuating each word, “Do… not… take… your… finger …and… move… the… hands, …because… they… will …fall …off …if… you… shift… them!”

Dad worked for the railroad and his watch was a valued possession.  Each month he took it into the jewelers to be cleaned and checked in order to be certain that the time was absolutely accurate. 

The stage had been set!!  Here was a typical a five-year-old who, up to that precise moment, could care less about Dad’s watch.  Next was a father giving explicit directions of what NOT to do as he was leaving the room; - - Enter the devil.

Old Satan speaks so subtly to our minds, that we believe it to be our own thoughts.  This particular day he was very active!  He suggested that I just take a tiny peek at the watch.

My curiosity heightened!  Carefully pulling a chair up to the mantle - - I could now touch the watch.  Ever so gently, I moved the hands to see if they would fall off.  They did!!   “Oh no!” I thought to myself, “Now I am in for it!” 

What could I do?  Softly re-placing the chair, I quietly tippy-toed back to the rug and set about playing with my dolls.   I tried not to think about what might happen when my dad took notice.

My parents believed in corporal punishment for lying and for stealing, but especially for direct disobedience.  No matter how much I declared my innocence, my dad did not believe me, so the switch was applied.

This instance in my life reminds me of Adam and Eve in the garden.  They were given only one ‘Thou Shalt Not,” and they could not keep it!  Just one tiny bite was all it took.  Their punishment was to leave the beautiful garden, doomed to toil and labor with the sweat of their brow in order to provide for them-selves.

Unfortunately, we have inherited the results of their disobedience: a nature that needs redemption, curiosity about sin, and hard work to care for our families.

When we hear the words, “Thou Shall Not,” we must understand that whatever the directive is, it is for our protection and in our best interest to heed the warning and stay away.

Yes - - and because God knows we are but flesh, He has given us the Holy Spirit to be our helper and guide as we follow Jesus and seek to obey His commandment of Love.

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Monday, January 12, 2015

True Story Week of 01/12/2015



 
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Bossy our Guernsey/Holstein Cow
 
I must have been around 4 years old, and we lived at the edge of town in Exeter, California in the rear of a house that my dad purchased for $250.  
 
Thinking back, I remember that we could not keep Bossy, our cow at home because even though we lived on the edge of town, we were still within the city limits.  Also Bossy made a lot of noise when she mooed, and that disturbed the neighbors.  She would let you know very loudly that it was time to take her milk.
 
Each morning my mother and I would walk a long way; Mom carrying a clean bucket so she could milk old Bossy, and we would have milk for our day.  The farmers, who kept Bossy for us, would milk our cow at night and keep the milk for their family.
 
One day in particular, Mother asked me if I would like to learn to milk our cow.  It certainly did appear easy enough, so of course I said, “Yes, let me try.”
 
Mother showed me how to sit on the small stool, and how to place my hands and fingers, then she said; “OK now it is your turn.”
 
I have been told that cows know who is a friend is and who is a stranger, and somehow old Bossy shut down her milk supply, and the faucets did not work for me.
 
That was the first and last time I ever tried to milk a cow. 
 
Although I was born out in the country on my Grandparents ranch, I believe I am still a city gal and probably always will be, even when I reach that city of gold in the heavens.
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Monday, January 5, 2015

True Story Blog Party Week of 01/05/15



I Love a True Story
 
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Down to the Valley for Christmas
 
As children, we usually traveled as a family down to the San Joaquin Valley to spend Christmas with my mother’s parents.   

Our tree at home was decorated and under it were gifts for each of us.  Most often we would receive a new sweater, new pajamas, and other needed clothing at Christmas.  Mother would make a new doll dress for my old doll and wrap up the doll - - clothes and all for me to open.  Nestled under the tree were several small surprise gifts that would keep us speculating and trying to guess what they were. 

“You must wait until we get back from our trip to visit Grandma and Grandpa before you can open your presents,” mother told us.   

We begged, “Please,” but mother held fast to her decision.  Finally she relented and said, “You may each select ONE gift to open, but ONLY one.” 

I carefully inspected the presents, and tried to consider what each package might contain.  One mysterious package was shaped like a long triangle and it intrigued me.  I wondered what it could be.  At last I made my choice and picked up the small triangular gift. 

Carefully I opened it and to my disappointment it was a new “Rat tailed comb.” I had wanted something more exciting, and I told mother so.
 
“You made your choice and it stands.” She let me know my decision was final. 

I am reminded in life that we often believe something looks good to our eyes but once we are able to view the inner core we are truly unhappy with the results.  Sometimes it is a person, a friend, and other times it is something we think we need to purchase. 

Did you even get your self in a pickle that looked exciting and discover to your sorrow and chagrin that disillusionment was your reward? 

I suppose that if we would pray more before we leap, we would not fall quite so far! 

Mark 14:38 Watch and pray, lest you enter into temptation. The spirit truly is ready, but the flesh is weak. 

The gifts that will bless the longest in time are not purchased with gold and silver but are given and received with love shown by action. 

This type of giving will not rust and decay but will continue to be enjoyed as long as the gift is kept active.   

How about giving some compliments, and good words to those you love, for kind and loving words are always in season.   Encouraging words will lift you up and never pull you down!

Psalms_119:103  How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
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