I would like to inspire you today with an exciting testimony that Jesus still heals today,
even when we don’t deserve it:
For the last couple of years I have noticed my hearing has gotten much worse. I couldn’t hear my kids when they would talk right in front of me unless I could watch their lips move, we would have to watch movies with the captions on, and if there was any background noise I couldn’t even hear the sound of people’s voices. I was walking into Sam’s club and noticed a sign giving free hearing tests. When I sat in the room and waited for them to administer the test, I finally heard them say, “Could you not hear any of that?” They had been talking to me for a while and I had heard nothing. They charted my hearing and were amazed at how bad it was for someone my age. They said I would definitely need two hearing aids.
Last week while getting ready to go to the Glory conference in Sedona, Eric apparently told me he would be waiting in the car. Finally he ran upstairs exasperated and yelled out, “we’re late! Why didn’t you come to the car?” We got in the car and I played the handicap card,
“How can you be mad at a handicap person.” Then I thought about it on the drive,
“If we didn’t deserve salvation, but Jesus saved us than even though I blew out my eardrums as a kid with rock music, I think He has enough grace to heal me too.”
That was the statement of the day. We got there as David Herzog was ministering. He apparently called people to stand that had hearing problems, and of course I couldn’t hear him so Eric had to elbow me to stand up. When I walked to the isle David told me to stand in a certain spot where he could see a ministering angel. When I got to that exact spot I felt a current flowing is the best way I know to explain it. When he prayed for me I literally flew back 3 or 4 rows. I can now hear my kids chatter, movies I now turn down because they hurt my ears, and While worshiping at the conference, even right in front of the speaker I could hear Todd White talking to David. I am so overwhelmed with joy to have my hearing back and want to inspire you that God is the same yesterday, today, and forever, and He is no respecter of persons. He desires to heal you, and has the power to do it
Experiences can either break you or make you.
You are what you eat.
What you imagine will become reality.
Do you believe these statements?
If so why?
Explain an experience in your life that has helped form your identity.
Why you think the way you do?
How you view yourself?
Who are you really?
My daughter and I are divergent fans, so my husband, Eric and I took our 16 year old to see the movie last night. I loved how well the imagery of the movie matched up with my own imagination when I read it.
The basis of the story is to separate humans into 5 separate factions so they will know who they are. Because when you know who you are you become a more productive human being. The problem with this system is there are a few that break the five category mold. They are Divergent.
When we know who we are, we are more productive, but like the movie, let’s move past finding a category the world labels us with like; engineer, writer, minister, law enforcer.
Let’s find out what inspires us, what we gravitate towards, and what we work towards daily to achieve. You might find you are a perfect blend of color that the world hasn’t seen before until they have seen your true colors.
My ten year old daughter has just pillaged through her sisters drawers again and taken what she wanted without asking. She is arguing about not wanting to help unload the dishwasher, and in the same breath begging me to make her breakfast. I have had it! I yell out,
“You are so selfish!!!!!!!”
She yells right back at me, “I am not selfish, I am just acting selfish!”
This story is true. And now, I am happy to say we all survived our strong willed child’s growing up years. She is now 18 and getting ready to graduate, and go to nursing school.
When my daughter boomeranged those words back at me, it enlighted me to a deeper understanding of shame vs. guilt.
You see, guilt is something you do that you can ask forgiveness for.
Shame is who you are.
Our ten year old daughter understood this at such a young age. She would not take on the false image of living in shame that she was destined to be a selfish person. Instead she was acting in a VERY selfish way.
Shame is considered to be the swampland of our soul.
I am writing this post today with a desperate plea for you reading it to exam how you perceive your self.
How would you describe yourself?
The bible say’s you are made in the very image of God Himself.
He does not make mistakes.
You are a miracle, with so many gifts and unique strengths that the world is a better place because your in it.
Shame paralyzes you from allowing your true identity to come out. It is what blocks us from joy, fulfillment, and whole hearted living.
My husband, Eric just taught on this at our Friday night home church. He made the comparison of Peter who denied Jesus three times, vs. Judas who sold out Jesus for thirty pieces of silver. Both had shame and took it on as who they were. The difference was that Peter was able to walk away from it and follow Jesus again, while Judas took his own life and died in his shame.
If you are dealing with shame I would encourage you to shout out like my ten year old, what you are not. Replace it with the wonderful truth of who you are and then walk out and do the thing that is in your heart to do. Enjoy discovering the beautiful wonderful miracle you truly are.
I linked a powerful TED Talks about shame and vulnerability that you might enjoy as well.
I had a friend of mine tell me a funny story about her husband coming home after a hard day “at work. He sat with her at the kitchen table pouring out his troubles when their six-year-old daughter walked in and listened for a while. She interrupted her dad with this question; “Did anyone spit on you dad?””No honey, why?” was the dads response.”Well. they spit on Jesus, and then they whipped him like a gazillion times, then they stuck a crown of thorns on his head and nailed him to a cross.” and then she walked off to play with her little brother.The husband turned to my friend, “Well apparently I didn’t have as a bad day as I thought.”I still laugh about this years later, but the video I want to share with you might just have the same effect.
But I really don’t want you to feel that way.
I want you to see deeper into the real meaning of this man’s inspirational words.
His life is a profound example of the power of hope.
I am turning six years old tomorrow and I don’t think I will ever get to sleep, “Please dad just one more adventure in the hundred acre woods?”
My Dad looks like a Portuguese fisherman with his pipe and dark beard. When he smiles the ruddy glow in his cheeks catch the glimmer of the roaring fire near our rocking chair.
He chuckles, “Ok, just one more, we have a big day planned for you with treasure hunts and pin the tale on Eeyore.”
I did finally fall asleep, somewhere between Rabbit trying to loose Tigger in the woods, and Tigger rescuing Rabbit instead.
The birthday was a dream come true since Pooh bear is my very favorite story, and everywhere I looked there was pictures of him; from my cake, to the paper plates, and even my dress.
The treasure hunt ended in quite the adventure as well, since one of the boys (I didn’t invite) hit a yellow jacket hive with a stick and swarms of these devilish bees dive bombed all of us girls, as we ran screaming into the house.
Today I am 40ish and still have friends from Canaan. N.H. that facebook me about the party with the killer bees.
An unforgettable adventure.
There are lots of other things sweet and wonderful about Pooh bear and his adventures, that would benefit us to remember;
like the way he used his heart to do all of his thinking for him
since he said his brain was made of “fluff.”
I would like to share some
“Wisdom from Winnie.”
I hope it inspires you while drifting down Life’s rivers! May you enjoy the ride!
How about you?
What was one of your favorite children’s book?
Is there anything special you remember about it that still gives you wisdom as an adult?
It was just me and my sister-in-law sitting at one of Flagstaff’s favorite breakfast spots. My only objective in taking her out this morning, was to hopefully lift her spirit.
As I sat across from one of the most stunningly beautiful woman in all of Arizona, with a heart as big as the Grand Canyon, and a hole in it as large as it gaping cavity, I felt overwhelmed. You see, her husband passed away eight weeks ago.
He was vibrant, healthy, and mountain bike riding when he suffered a massive heart attack. With the holidays over, I just wanted some time to spend listening to her in hopes of placing a seedling of encouragement before we parted ways.
When she had asked about surviving the stages of grieving, I realized that unfortunately, I had become sort of an expert in the field. I had rattled off how after my mom died I couldn’t travel to Phoenix without bawling, but it gets better, and now we go vacationing all the time without any sorrow only good memories. Then trying to get closure after my dad past from the debilitating disease of Parkinson’s, or the restoration process that takes place after a rape, and then there’s walking into a room and seeing your spiritual son after his suicide success and his life’s failure.
This conversation rattled me and I left thinking,
how did my life’s story become such a tragedy?
It wasn’t until later that night my husband and I went to see the movie, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, that I became inspired to change my life story.
I am declaring to anyone reading this,
that feels the same way I do;
wishing your life’s work would be stored somewhere between the romantic comedy and adventure section on heaven’s bookshelf,
that I am rewriting my lines.
In the movie Walter Mitty has worked for life magazine for at least a decade, but never had a life of his own. He only imagined what he wished it to be, until one day. . .
(I will let you watch the movie and see for yourselves😉.
The bible say’s, “Life and death are in the power of the tongue,” and “Our tongues are like a rudder of a ship. Such a small muscle can turn the course of your life’s direction.” So I choose to change my speech from trauma specialist to LIFE adventurer.
I want to see beauty and splendor while tackling another mountain of challenge. I choose to see the good and splendor instead of dwelling on the dark and lonely times.
Don’t get me wrong, those scars we all carry from the chapters in our life when we thought all hope was gone, are signs of courage. You came out the other side and lived to tell about it. That is a happily ever after in itself.
Life is too short not to live it.
The motto they continually showed throughout the movie was supposedly Life magazine’s motto, “To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other and to feel. That is the purpose of life.”
But while looking it up I found the original Life magazine’s motto,
“While there’s Life, there’s hope.”
Is there anything keeping you from running your own life? If so make a comment and I also encourage you to read some of my followers blogs as well. I got to read about a mom who has raised “disabled” children and transform them into amazingly CAPABLE adults, or my web-friend who journals through a life of clinical depression that turns my gloomy days into hope.
Maybe Blogs are the new Life magazine; “To see behind walls draw us closer.”