Wednesday, July 29, 2020
Saturday, July 25, 2020
Thursday, July 23, 2020
Sunday, July 19, 2020
The Witches Surrounding
Satan has no power over me. I belong to Christ, and Jesus is my savior.
The Bible tells us not to fear the one who can kill the body, but to fear the one who can damn the soul.
That would be God, Yah, the Father Creator.
Knowing that Satan has certain power here on earth I am always questioning how it affects my current circumstance.
There is no question that spiritual warfare is certainly taking place.
I believe that bad things can be attacks by Satan.
I believe that lies are from the devil, the father of lies, and being tricked into believing these lies is also probable.
I believe that many people who claim to be a sort of Christian are completely deluded about Biblical truth, they are believing their own form of religion, idolatry, or whatever...
I believe that Satan doesn't attack those people as often as he attacks those that believe the Bible.
I believe that God allows Satan's attacks at certain times.
I believe that we are all subject to persecution.
I believe persecution of believers is sanctioned by the devil.
I believe that God's truth is able to save.
I know that there are certain witches in my circle of acquaintance and they have certain power through their connections with evil.
They don't believe they are evil, but they are. If one is not of Christ, one is of the devil. There are only two possibilities in the universe of God's creation. That's Biblical.
These witches have no power over my soul or spirit, but they can make life miserable for me and those who love Jesus, who say God's truth, who obey Christ's commands.
Keith Green had a song called "No Compromise" that I posted before this. We should not compromise, EVER.
Too many "evangelicals" are living lives of compromise: no repentance, hyper-grace, critical of the Biblical text, agnostic, gnostic, self-driven, selfish, homosexual, adulterous, fornicators,---the list that reads in Romans 1 is telling and prophetic. If you find yourself in that list, question your salvation. You belong to the class of witches.
We are to work out our salvation with fear and trembling. We are to repent of our sin.
Living in sin is a sign that you don't have the Holy Spirit. God does not dwell with sin. He is perfect. He redeems your soul. Do we sin? Yes. Do we sin that grace may abound? God forbid.
God requires repentance. If you do not pick that truth up from reading Scripture you are ignoring Scriptural truth.
People who are wise in their own eyes are despicable. Too many cool guys have graduated from seminary with false theology, tainted by a low view of Scripture. These false teachers have much hanging on their heads, millstones, and they are responsible for leading sheep astray.
There is no compromise with Creator God. His holiness is unapproachable without Christ's sacrifice.
We are called to holiness.
When witches curse us we stand. The body they may kill, but God's truth abideth still.
Martin Luther may have been a character with many flaws, but he had that concept absolutely spot on. My character has many flaws, but I stand on God's truth and His forgiveness.
There is ONE WAY to God: Jesus. Believe on the LORD JESUS CHRIST and you shall be saved.
Repent, and believe.
No witch can harm your eternal state.
I do pray a hedge of protection around us, those of us who love the Word of God.
How else should we know Christ?
The Bible is our path to truth and life. There is no other way.
Jesus is coming soon. Are you ready?
Maranatha, Lord Jesus!
We are SO READY to be caught up to be with you, Lord!
The Bible tells us not to fear the one who can kill the body, but to fear the one who can damn the soul.
That would be God, Yah, the Father Creator.
Knowing that Satan has certain power here on earth I am always questioning how it affects my current circumstance.
There is no question that spiritual warfare is certainly taking place.
I believe that bad things can be attacks by Satan.
I believe that lies are from the devil, the father of lies, and being tricked into believing these lies is also probable.
I believe that many people who claim to be a sort of Christian are completely deluded about Biblical truth, they are believing their own form of religion, idolatry, or whatever...
I believe that Satan doesn't attack those people as often as he attacks those that believe the Bible.
I believe that God allows Satan's attacks at certain times.
I believe that we are all subject to persecution.
I believe persecution of believers is sanctioned by the devil.
I believe that God's truth is able to save.
I know that there are certain witches in my circle of acquaintance and they have certain power through their connections with evil.
They don't believe they are evil, but they are. If one is not of Christ, one is of the devil. There are only two possibilities in the universe of God's creation. That's Biblical.
These witches have no power over my soul or spirit, but they can make life miserable for me and those who love Jesus, who say God's truth, who obey Christ's commands.
Keith Green had a song called "No Compromise" that I posted before this. We should not compromise, EVER.
Too many "evangelicals" are living lives of compromise: no repentance, hyper-grace, critical of the Biblical text, agnostic, gnostic, self-driven, selfish, homosexual, adulterous, fornicators,---the list that reads in Romans 1 is telling and prophetic. If you find yourself in that list, question your salvation. You belong to the class of witches.
We are to work out our salvation with fear and trembling. We are to repent of our sin.
Living in sin is a sign that you don't have the Holy Spirit. God does not dwell with sin. He is perfect. He redeems your soul. Do we sin? Yes. Do we sin that grace may abound? God forbid.
God requires repentance. If you do not pick that truth up from reading Scripture you are ignoring Scriptural truth.
People who are wise in their own eyes are despicable. Too many cool guys have graduated from seminary with false theology, tainted by a low view of Scripture. These false teachers have much hanging on their heads, millstones, and they are responsible for leading sheep astray.
There is no compromise with Creator God. His holiness is unapproachable without Christ's sacrifice.
We are called to holiness.
When witches curse us we stand. The body they may kill, but God's truth abideth still.
Martin Luther may have been a character with many flaws, but he had that concept absolutely spot on. My character has many flaws, but I stand on God's truth and His forgiveness.
There is ONE WAY to God: Jesus. Believe on the LORD JESUS CHRIST and you shall be saved.
Repent, and believe.
No witch can harm your eternal state.
I do pray a hedge of protection around us, those of us who love the Word of God.
How else should we know Christ?
The Bible is our path to truth and life. There is no other way.
Jesus is coming soon. Are you ready?
Maranatha, Lord Jesus!
We are SO READY to be caught up to be with you, Lord!
Thursday, July 16, 2020
Oh the Thoughts....
Fragility and vulnerability, pain and breathlessness, moments of stark loss----this has been my world for the last month.
Oh, there are platitudes that I can repeat to myself----I've got my kids, I've got a place to live, I will go on---yada yada yada....
That's all right and good. Yes, I can tell myself positive things even now in my darkest hour.
They don't help much, though, as much as people want them to.
My only real comfort is that Brian is with Jesus, and I believe the Rapture of the church is IMMINENT.
The Bible promises that an unprecedented event will happen at some point in history----no one knows when (not even Jesus yet----just God the Father!) according to Scripture. It's a sudden event with no warning.
Either you believe the Bible or explain it away with your Critical Theory Theology.
I prefer to just believe.
It makes more sense.
It's far more hopeful. (Blessed Hope, Titus 2:13)
It's deeply comforting.
If I could rewind time and choose to have Brian get a triple bypass heart surgery I would. I'm stuck with the knowledge that Brian had an appointment with God, and he is the BETTER for it.
I miss him.
A dear friend came over yesterday and went through Brian's unfinished projects. He's also a project guy. Some of his tools Brian had borrowed, and I couldn't have identified them if he'd told me what to look for. I asked him to come over, find his tools, salvage the projects worth saving, sort out the stuff for my boys to look at, and generally give advice on things I really didn't have a clue about.
So helpful.
Yet so sad, too. I won't pretend that it isn't heart breaking to see Brian's projects and unfinished work dismantled. Brian could do anything, he just didn't have the time to do it.
Eternity is looking pretty good right now. Can you imagine having all the time ever needed to GET THINGS DONE?
Yes, my Biblically based view of eternity is meaningful work, all to the glory of God.
We strew verses here and there together, clues, to seeing what that glory is like with Jesus. I have a pretty good idea.
Are you ready to be raptured?
Get ready. I'm a prophecy buff. I watch. It's not just my own grief and circumstance that informs my desire to be with Jesus----it's what's going on in the world RIGHT NOW.
He's coming soon. PRAISE JESUS!
Maranatha!!!
Oh, there are platitudes that I can repeat to myself----I've got my kids, I've got a place to live, I will go on---yada yada yada....
That's all right and good. Yes, I can tell myself positive things even now in my darkest hour.
They don't help much, though, as much as people want them to.
My only real comfort is that Brian is with Jesus, and I believe the Rapture of the church is IMMINENT.
The Bible promises that an unprecedented event will happen at some point in history----no one knows when (not even Jesus yet----just God the Father!) according to Scripture. It's a sudden event with no warning.
Either you believe the Bible or explain it away with your Critical Theory Theology.
I prefer to just believe.
It makes more sense.
It's far more hopeful. (Blessed Hope, Titus 2:13)
It's deeply comforting.
If I could rewind time and choose to have Brian get a triple bypass heart surgery I would. I'm stuck with the knowledge that Brian had an appointment with God, and he is the BETTER for it.
I miss him.
A dear friend came over yesterday and went through Brian's unfinished projects. He's also a project guy. Some of his tools Brian had borrowed, and I couldn't have identified them if he'd told me what to look for. I asked him to come over, find his tools, salvage the projects worth saving, sort out the stuff for my boys to look at, and generally give advice on things I really didn't have a clue about.
So helpful.
Yet so sad, too. I won't pretend that it isn't heart breaking to see Brian's projects and unfinished work dismantled. Brian could do anything, he just didn't have the time to do it.
Eternity is looking pretty good right now. Can you imagine having all the time ever needed to GET THINGS DONE?
Yes, my Biblically based view of eternity is meaningful work, all to the glory of God.
We strew verses here and there together, clues, to seeing what that glory is like with Jesus. I have a pretty good idea.
Are you ready to be raptured?
Get ready. I'm a prophecy buff. I watch. It's not just my own grief and circumstance that informs my desire to be with Jesus----it's what's going on in the world RIGHT NOW.
He's coming soon. PRAISE JESUS!
Maranatha!!!
Sunday, July 12, 2020
Grieving With the Body
Our pastor is preaching through I Corinthians right now. We are in the middle of the discussion about the body of Christ.
As I listened this morning in church, I was overwhelmed with gratefulness for the body.
I've always felt like an obscure cell in the upper arm, or something totally insignificant, but within the body of Christ I am feeling cherished and support from the other members, who are nursing this wounded cell back to function.
I do feel carried by prayer and help.
I have little desire to speak with anyone right now. My mind is a perfect storm of thoughts and plans and grids for ----the next thing.
Because I really don't have a plan for life without Brian.
This is wholly unfamiliar territory for me, as I've pretty much made solid plans and acted on them to the best of my ability my whole life until now. My plans were always Brian's.
Now I have to make decisions on my own, and being a part of the body of Christ, accountable to it, benefiting from it, keeps me in line and in comfort.
I am grateful that even though I'm weak and a very unproductive "cell" of the body I am still loved and cared for.
The body is grieving with me. The body is there for me. The body is my support system. The body is precious and necessary.
How could anyone every grieve without the body?
I am mostly quietly working on different business matters right now and sleeping. Do you know how wearying this is? Some of you do. I had no idea how tired I'd be, trying to work through deep grief, business decisions, and ideas for future plans.
I'm tired.
I don't have time for conversation, nor fellowship. I'm just tired.
I panic a little from time to time, but the Lord reminds me that he is in charge, in control, and the ultimate provider. Brian gets to be with Him, but the Lord will help me slog through the details of major change.
Don't worry, I'm trying to keep things normal and I'm not interested in making huge changes. I'm trying to keep things pretty much the same for the kids.
Some things must change, others can wait for now.
I'm thankful for the family of God, and that includes my own close family as well. We are able to do this together, one step, one day, one minute at a time.
God hasn't forgotten me. This is body life. Pain is just part of it.
As I listened this morning in church, I was overwhelmed with gratefulness for the body.
I've always felt like an obscure cell in the upper arm, or something totally insignificant, but within the body of Christ I am feeling cherished and support from the other members, who are nursing this wounded cell back to function.
I do feel carried by prayer and help.
I have little desire to speak with anyone right now. My mind is a perfect storm of thoughts and plans and grids for ----the next thing.
Because I really don't have a plan for life without Brian.
This is wholly unfamiliar territory for me, as I've pretty much made solid plans and acted on them to the best of my ability my whole life until now. My plans were always Brian's.
Now I have to make decisions on my own, and being a part of the body of Christ, accountable to it, benefiting from it, keeps me in line and in comfort.
I am grateful that even though I'm weak and a very unproductive "cell" of the body I am still loved and cared for.
The body is grieving with me. The body is there for me. The body is my support system. The body is precious and necessary.
How could anyone every grieve without the body?
I am mostly quietly working on different business matters right now and sleeping. Do you know how wearying this is? Some of you do. I had no idea how tired I'd be, trying to work through deep grief, business decisions, and ideas for future plans.
I'm tired.
I don't have time for conversation, nor fellowship. I'm just tired.
I panic a little from time to time, but the Lord reminds me that he is in charge, in control, and the ultimate provider. Brian gets to be with Him, but the Lord will help me slog through the details of major change.
Don't worry, I'm trying to keep things normal and I'm not interested in making huge changes. I'm trying to keep things pretty much the same for the kids.
Some things must change, others can wait for now.
I'm thankful for the family of God, and that includes my own close family as well. We are able to do this together, one step, one day, one minute at a time.
God hasn't forgotten me. This is body life. Pain is just part of it.
Sunday, July 5, 2020
Friday, July 3, 2020
Is There a Pain Killer for Grief?
Wouldn't it be handy to run to the store for a medication that eased the pain of Loss?
It's really crippling pain, and it hits so hard you can hardly get your breath.
Somehow I believe that it must rip through your soul and body to become functional again, but I'm afraid it leaves a scar, a gaping hole, a wound that cannot ever be healed.
Actually I know it does. I have a loss that I will never recover.
Everyone has been kind.
Many still do not know that Brian is having fellowship with Jesus right now. I'm still calling and cancelling stuff that was on the calendar, letting the news out steadily.
I had to write those of you who do keep up with us, and tell you that I am grateful for all the support that you have shown me and our children. Many, many dear ones showed up for the visitation Monday. It was just a beautiful expression of regard for Brian, and I was deeply touched.
We buried Brian at Fort Snelling on Tuesday, where he wanted to be. We were only allowed 50 people at the service, so it was only family there.
Many have sent cards, food, money, flowers, and other gifts. I am deeply touched.
Everything given has been such a blessing to me and those that have traveled from overseas, Alaska, Connecticut, Colorado, North Carolina, South Dakota, and Kansas. It was so good to have something to offer as refreshment. Thank you. It was wonderful to have hot water (a new water heater, as the old one gave out the morning Brian passed away!) installed by friends, the lawn mowed and trimmed by other friends, and wood split and stacked for winter by many, many helpers.
I have been unable to write personal notes yet, but I acknowledge your wonderful help!
I've have been unable to process everything mentally, but I'm coming out of the fog and pain and seeking to shuffle the papers and business into something I can interpret with the help of my brother and sister-in-law. He's been wonderful. He has been helping with our other brother's affairs since his death last October, so he knew exactly what to spot for me. I would be lost without his advice.
Brian died of a massive heart attack at age 57. Three of his arteries were 85%, 75%, and 42% blocked.
I say this because of the concern I have for all of you that should probably get a really good heart check. Brian was fit, worked hard physically, and looked great. (He was chopping down huge trees all spring, slinging the axe around and hauling huge chunks of trunks.) The fish and game officer in New Hampshire told me he had to have an autopsy because he looked so healthy. The report came back and shocked us all.
There is a history of heart problems in his family, but we never imagined such an early effect. It was stunning.
I say this because you should have your affairs in order. Brian and I were both pretty sure the Rapture was about to take place. I'm still pretty sure it's soon. We were banking on the Rapture...
Not soon enough.
I'm stuck holding the shreds of life, and we were not prepared.
Sit down with your spouse or loved one and share ALL the documents and passwords, ALL the pertinent information.
My husband HAD prepared for an accident. I'm not lost in that way, but it was certainly a chore to ferret out all the information. I just wasn't interested in any of the business. Brian did it all so well.
Don't delay! Get your papers in order TODAY. If for no other reason that it is nice for anyone who may find it.
Tell someone EVERYTHING!
I'm saying this in humility. I let Brian do just about anything paper-related. He sweetly managed ALL of our business. He had a servant heart, and he gladly served me and our marriage that way.
I just wish I'd been a little more interested in all of it now. I simply lived and enjoyed.
I relate to the despicable character "Skimpole" in Dicken's "Bleak House." "I'm a child! A perfect child!" he said often.
Nothing to be proud of.
Well, I'm growing up fast, with horrible growing pains as well.
No one is supposed to die from a heart attack in their fifties. Yet I know and take some odd deep comfort in knowing that our days are numbered already. Nothing surprises God. I can rest my grief in God, and trust His perfect plan for Brian to join him first, and for me to join them both SOON.
For now I'm in survival mode.
When Ed had leukemia I comforted myself that God had his days numbered, nothing would take him before that appointed time, not one day too soon. Even with his four brushes with death I was comforted, knowing God's sovereign hand was holding us. Ed is with us, cured of cancer.
With Brian I had no expectation of death. I simply look back on that unthinkable day and tell myself that the rule still applies. I don't understand it, but I believe it.
When death happens it is an appointment. That fact comforts even in hindsight. God is still good.
Life is hard. Sin is real. Death is sure (except for the Rapture.)
The medicine for all of this is faith in Jesus Christ, and HE heals.
The healing is slow (will it come?).
Yes. His promises are sure.
I'm working out the details, praying for God's hand in all of it. (I still have so many things to process!) I selfishly ask you to continue to pray for us at Corgi Hollows when God brings us to your mind.
MARANATHA!
It's really crippling pain, and it hits so hard you can hardly get your breath.
Somehow I believe that it must rip through your soul and body to become functional again, but I'm afraid it leaves a scar, a gaping hole, a wound that cannot ever be healed.
Actually I know it does. I have a loss that I will never recover.
Everyone has been kind.
Many still do not know that Brian is having fellowship with Jesus right now. I'm still calling and cancelling stuff that was on the calendar, letting the news out steadily.
I had to write those of you who do keep up with us, and tell you that I am grateful for all the support that you have shown me and our children. Many, many dear ones showed up for the visitation Monday. It was just a beautiful expression of regard for Brian, and I was deeply touched.
We buried Brian at Fort Snelling on Tuesday, where he wanted to be. We were only allowed 50 people at the service, so it was only family there.
Many have sent cards, food, money, flowers, and other gifts. I am deeply touched.
Everything given has been such a blessing to me and those that have traveled from overseas, Alaska, Connecticut, Colorado, North Carolina, South Dakota, and Kansas. It was so good to have something to offer as refreshment. Thank you. It was wonderful to have hot water (a new water heater, as the old one gave out the morning Brian passed away!) installed by friends, the lawn mowed and trimmed by other friends, and wood split and stacked for winter by many, many helpers.
I have been unable to write personal notes yet, but I acknowledge your wonderful help!
I've have been unable to process everything mentally, but I'm coming out of the fog and pain and seeking to shuffle the papers and business into something I can interpret with the help of my brother and sister-in-law. He's been wonderful. He has been helping with our other brother's affairs since his death last October, so he knew exactly what to spot for me. I would be lost without his advice.
Brian died of a massive heart attack at age 57. Three of his arteries were 85%, 75%, and 42% blocked.
I say this because of the concern I have for all of you that should probably get a really good heart check. Brian was fit, worked hard physically, and looked great. (He was chopping down huge trees all spring, slinging the axe around and hauling huge chunks of trunks.) The fish and game officer in New Hampshire told me he had to have an autopsy because he looked so healthy. The report came back and shocked us all.
There is a history of heart problems in his family, but we never imagined such an early effect. It was stunning.
I say this because you should have your affairs in order. Brian and I were both pretty sure the Rapture was about to take place. I'm still pretty sure it's soon. We were banking on the Rapture...
Not soon enough.
I'm stuck holding the shreds of life, and we were not prepared.
Sit down with your spouse or loved one and share ALL the documents and passwords, ALL the pertinent information.
My husband HAD prepared for an accident. I'm not lost in that way, but it was certainly a chore to ferret out all the information. I just wasn't interested in any of the business. Brian did it all so well.
Don't delay! Get your papers in order TODAY. If for no other reason that it is nice for anyone who may find it.
Tell someone EVERYTHING!
I'm saying this in humility. I let Brian do just about anything paper-related. He sweetly managed ALL of our business. He had a servant heart, and he gladly served me and our marriage that way.
I just wish I'd been a little more interested in all of it now. I simply lived and enjoyed.
I relate to the despicable character "Skimpole" in Dicken's "Bleak House." "I'm a child! A perfect child!" he said often.
Nothing to be proud of.
Well, I'm growing up fast, with horrible growing pains as well.
No one is supposed to die from a heart attack in their fifties. Yet I know and take some odd deep comfort in knowing that our days are numbered already. Nothing surprises God. I can rest my grief in God, and trust His perfect plan for Brian to join him first, and for me to join them both SOON.
For now I'm in survival mode.
When Ed had leukemia I comforted myself that God had his days numbered, nothing would take him before that appointed time, not one day too soon. Even with his four brushes with death I was comforted, knowing God's sovereign hand was holding us. Ed is with us, cured of cancer.
With Brian I had no expectation of death. I simply look back on that unthinkable day and tell myself that the rule still applies. I don't understand it, but I believe it.
When death happens it is an appointment. That fact comforts even in hindsight. God is still good.
Life is hard. Sin is real. Death is sure (except for the Rapture.)
The medicine for all of this is faith in Jesus Christ, and HE heals.
The healing is slow (will it come?).
Yes. His promises are sure.
I'm working out the details, praying for God's hand in all of it. (I still have so many things to process!) I selfishly ask you to continue to pray for us at Corgi Hollows when God brings us to your mind.
MARANATHA!
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