You are a beautiful person!
Embrace your uniqueness and soar!
You are a beautiful person!
Embrace your uniqueness and soar!
Often when I’m in a serious house cleaning mood I’ll throw on some ole time rock n roll.
Bob Seger hit the floor this morning while I’ve been attackin’ the house. Soon I find myself getting unusually emotional.
Humm….’well, that’s strange, I thought!
During a short break, I begin to examine these emotions which are accompanied with free flowing tears.
I’ve listened to an hour or more of great music yet, here I sit…weeping, pondering my teenage years.
Then it hits me like a ton of bricks!!
I am sitting here mourning those years when I was a teenage girl!
Oh, they were not all bad. Actually, I had a lot of good memories!
But the bad, oh they were really bad!
I needed something to numb the ever searing pain inside my soul. So, I’d been introduced to huffing lighter fluid by a girlfriend when I was nine years old. That lead to smoking pot at 13 then I found the brown bottle at 15! Wow…that really helped!
Mom worked for a guy cleaning his house. He was a single dad. Good looking and kept a well stocked bar. Somehow it evolved to the point of my having his permission to enjoy anything on the bar I wanted. My mother never said a word against that!
I recall she’d often tell me, “Oh I’d rather you sow your wild oats now than later!”
Where was the parental protection!
Oh, that right! There was none!
I had been raped at 15. She and the doctor felt it was in my best interest to have an abortion.
She’d borrowed the money from someone then drove me to the office to take care of it.
I don’t make the connection until many years later.
I often go with her when she’d clean house, especially after finding out I could partake of all that liquor! I soon become aware of this man. He’d give me lingering hugs which I enjoyed.
I hadn’t grown up with a dad so at first I’m thinking that he’s just taking a fatherly interest in me. After all, he does have a young daughter!
But then the hugs turn into him stroking my arm or pulling me into his lap at various times.
I remember one specific time. He was resting in his leather recliner in the living room and I happened to walk by him. He reached out and yanked me down in his lap. For whatever reason it was just the two of us. I don’t remember why we were alone. He lifted my chin and kissed me.
Now in my head, I’m freaking!
Why’d he do that?
While sitting on his lap I become very aware of his intentions by the physical response in his jeans.
That was the first time we end up in bed. A sick abusive relationship that lasted several years. I was barely 16 and he was 34!!!
I thought it was love! It was abuse!!
Months later I worked up enough courage to ask him why me.
He said, “I knew you’d had an abortion and didn’t want you to be turned off by sex. Besides, I knew you weren’t a virgin any longer. Plus your mom owned me money for your procedure!”
I was devastated!
Also, during my teen years I was sexually active. Actually, I don’t remember a time in my life where that wasn’t a frequent act. I always thought I was born to give men and women sexual pleasure! Or at least, that’s what I was taught!
So, here I am today…..weeping listening to some really good music. When it begins to dawn on me, oh wow…I’m mourning the loss of my teen years. I allow the emotions to flow!
I am mourning the loss of two years in a sick, twisted relationship I should have never been put in!
Wow…bless my little girl’s heart!
But I survived!
Was it easy!?
Do I still struggle?
I wonder what kinda free spirit I’d of been back then?
I recently released my first non-fiction, Finding Hope After Abortion. In it I offer hope and healing for anyone who’s experienced one. No judgement. Just hope!
What that man and my mom did to me was horrible wrong!
My mom died in 2019. Before passing, she did apologize to me for all the bad things she’d done to me. That helped the healing process.
However, today I am remembering that young teen girl. She was a fighter! She was a survivor! She was determined!
And today, I am all those: a fighter, a survivor and ever so determined!
My book is available on Amazon or you can reach out to Oak Tree Publishing and Consulting company at firstname.lastname@example.org for more information.
This isn’t an easy subject to talk about. Neither is any form of abuse. However, we need to be talking about it. We need to be talking about how to heal from any of it, all of it!
Today, I am learning to be me!
No, not the ‘me’ others tried to force me to become!
The real authentic me!
And I really like what I’m beginning to see!
I pray the same for you this day!
What a lovely Friday we’re having where I’m at!
Sun is brightly shinning and reflecting off the snow covered grass.
I do hope you’re having a wonderful day.
I wanted to pop by and share with you my latest book, Finding Hope After Abortion.
I gotta tell ya, this was the hardest book I’ve written to date. It’s nonfiction based on a true story…mine! I was 15 and 17 when my mother forced me to have two abortions. But you can read about it in the book.
I do believe anytime we chose to allow our self become real and transparent it’s hard work. There’s always that possibility someone might come back on us with accusations. Even so, I knew it was time in my life to make that leap and get real.
So…here it is!
We have the E-book available on Amazon Kindle for $9.99. The paperback will be out soon for $10.50.
No one should have to suffer alone!
If you need to tell your story I am here to listen!
Feel to email me at: email@example.com or drop a line on here.
You can jump over to our YouTube channel, Broken Pieces No More Inc for some encouraging words.
You are a beautiful soul no matter what! Period!!
I am a #voiceforthevoiceless until all have their voice!
It’s a new day to a new week. Actually it’s the last week of this month.
So how are you doing now that we’ve stepped into 2021?
How’s your stress level?
Are you finding time to unwind and destress?
You don’t need to carry stress with you.
What’s some of your favorite ways to do so?
I know I’m still in the grieving process of my dad’s death! I do miss him so!
Over the weekend, my beloved was working on a project so I took some valuable ‘me’ time. I grabbed a book and crawled back in bed and read till I fell asleep. What a sweet treat as I rarely do that.
The room was dim with only the light from my bedside table to chase away the darkness. It was quiet with an occasional barking dog. We have one dog who barks at falling leaves or snow. She’s so silly but I do love her!
I am taking much needed time during this grieving season to visit some of those boxes and totes I have stored in the basement of my mind. Not that I really want to mind you. But rather out of sheer necessity! You see, I’ve gathered some unhealthy beliefs and thoughts and patterns along my 60 year path that I’m beginning to realize needs to go!
I’d thought to have a yard sale to get rid of those unwanted items but if I don’t need them nor want them why in the world would I try to pawn em off on someone else!!
So, no! It’s time to have a great big ole bon-fire!
It’s time to burn out the lies that the enemy has fed me all the days of my life! It’s time for newness to spring forth! It’s time for fresh energy to be released! It’s time!
I’m choosing on purpose to change my stinkin’ thinkin’ to that of healthy thoughts. I’m learning how to love me wildly!!
You can too!
I encourage you to make time to search around in those hidden places of your mind. Sort through those stored boxes and such that have collected dust and cobwebs all these years. Ask Poppa God to help you know which to keep and which to burn up!
He so longs to help you with that decision. All you need do is whisper His name and ask! He’s right there ready to help you in whatever situation you may find yourself in!
I pray blessings over you this day my friend!
Oh, we’re soon going to be doing a teaching series. I’ll post nuggets and updates here then you can jump over to our ministry YouTube channel at Broken Pieces No More Inc to learn more.
I’m also going to be doing a book giveaway soon. So stay tuned for those details.
We’d love to hear from you!
You can drop a line here or email me at: firstname.lastname@example.org
Have a wonderful day!
Sex Is NOT a Commodity
I woke early this morning from a God dream! In this dream I heard a resounding declaration from Poppa God that rang throughout the mountain tops and echoed down into the valleys. To me, it felt like a Clarion Call! In this Call I sensed a righteous indignation! A call that says, “Enough!”
A call that says, “Sex is NOT a commodity!”
What is a commodity?
From what I’ve read, a commodity is a material or product that can be bought and sold; it has a useful or valuable value.
What do you value?
Can you trade that item for something else of value?
Then it’s a commodity!
So back to this dream…..
We, my husband and I, lived in a modest home on top of a mountain. It appeared like a giant had taken a knife and carved out a large flat cove on the mountain side. Then just down below was another shelf like area where several other houses were located.
In the beginning of this dream there was a loud ruckus down at the lower houses. I insisted my husband go down there to find out what was going on. I’m not sure he felt the need, but he did so anyway.
It felt like he was gone for a long time. I had grown very worried. I got my shotgun out making sure it was loaded and went in search of him.
The scene jumps and I find myself standing in front of him in an aggressive like stance of protecting him. There were other men sitting in front of the old house looking very menacing.
The scene jumps again to where I see myself like in an outta body experience. I’m out looking back at me standing there with my shotgun.
Now I’m standing beside this young man with long blond hair, normal looking young man yet something is very different about him.
I turn and realize he’s speaking to me.
He tells me to look closer and not just with my natural eyes but to turn my spiritual senses on.
I did and I gasp!
I am able to discern young girls all under the age of 12 inside the rundown house where the men are sitting outside guarding it. I focus on each one of the girls and see the dirt on their faces, their tattered dresses so very thin and worn. I see bruises on some of their wrists and ankles. Bruises and cuts on some of the faces. I see open sores over their bodies.
I finally dare to look into their eyes and flinch. I am afraid I’ll drown as I see those individual varied colored eyes of hopeless pools.
Somehow, I can sense their weakness. Their fear. Their shame. And I want to turn away.
I hear or sense a slight shifting and turn to look over in the corner and there sits an older woman. Just sitting there watching this room full of little girl-children. And she knows. She knows what happens to these girls all through out the day and night. And she does nothing!
The scene jumps again and I’m back inside our home up on the mountain side. For whatever reason I can’t get a cell phone signal to call the police nor can I get on my laptop to signal for help.
I look out the side window and there is that young blond headed man again. I feel fearful of him but know I need to go hear what he has to say.
He tells me, “There is One you need to communicate with who can help you with this burden. You were not designed to carry the weight of this burden on your shoulders alone. There is One who has a plan in place for the enemy to be defeated. Trust on and rely on Him alone to achieve this.”
I then understood why my cell phone, nor my laptop would work.
So, I began to pray! I fell on my knees, weeping and I cried out to God!
I cried out to God!
I cried out to God on behalf of every single one of those young girls who were being held captive against their will and being horrifically abused!
I cried out to God for justice to be served to every man and woman who had dared to abuse these precious young children, both boys and girls alike!
I cried out to God to grant me strength to continue to be a voice for each child who was being abused and violated who had no voice to call for help!
I cried out to God to raise others up who will join forces with us to be that voice!
I cried out to God to not allow me to forget how I felt when I too was being abused, violated by numerous men and women!
I cried out to God for strength to be able to do what He’s called me to do!
Then the dream shifted again.
This time my husband and I were standing together on the mountain top. I look around us and see thousands upon thousands of warriors standing with us weapons drawn for battle! They were marching in step and the sound was thunderous as it reverberated down through the mountain into the valleys and echoed along the hills and hollers.
I stood there frightened at the fierceness of the moment for I knew that a harsh sentencing was about to be issued forth.
Then I hear this loud voice as a sound of many trumpets blaring all at once that seemed to stretch far and wide in the universe onward forever more never ceasing but onward moving.
“You who have dared harm a hair on one of my little children’s head will feel My wrath and My fury!”
I trembled with the anticipation of being told to attack with all those warriors gathered around us. I so wanted to go forward and chop off the heads of those men and women who had dared to inflict the least bit of pain to one of those defenseless children, boy or girl. Yet, I knew I was being held back.
In the dream I was suddenly reminded of my precious husband’s words telling me, “Vengeance is mine says the Lord!”
Suddenly I notice that young blond headed man, now mounted on a tall white horse! He is holding a staff aloft. We who are gathered there on that mountain top, are held back in anticipated excitement for the moment he waves that staff the battle will be on, and we will march all across this land bringing justice to every man and woman who has dared to harm a precious little one!
Justice is coming!
I hear those words!
Justice is coming!
Justice is coming swiftly!
Justice is coming harshly!
There are those men and women right now who believe they have gotten away with their sick and twisted acts, but they are being fooled by the evil one; they are lulled into a false sense of safety and security.
There are those men and women who are consumed by the evil one in their sick and twisted desires.
They believe that there are those with money and prestige who will protect them and save them from a lasting prison sentence, but I tell you, their day is coming. Their day is coming much sooner than they ever expected.
Justice will reveal each and everyone of you who have dared to defile a precious child!
There is still time to fall on your knees and repent, turn from your wicked deeds. But if you chose not to repent you will reap God’s severe and swift judgement!
It has been written and spoken of for a millennial of time, “Justice is mine, I will repay”. And “in harming one of my precious little ones, better a millstone be hung around your neck and you cast to the bottom of the sea!”
There are pedophiles, child abusers, all across this community, this state, this nation and around the world! They know of each other. They have a form of communicating with each other and they trade their children! These evil men and woman are your doctors, your lawyers, your judges, your coaches, your mothers and fathers and more. These evil people are not dressed where they will stand out but rather, they blend in with whosoever. It is our responsibility to identify and report each and every one of them so that judgement is swift and sure!
Again, God’s judgment will be swift and generous to any who have dared harm and abuse one of His precious children! You have been warned. Turn from your evil ways today!
There are men and women all across this world who are using children as a sex-commodity daily! Our precious children are being traded for sex daily and yes, even hourly!
May God have mercy on your soul!
I sense the Earth is vibrating with the expectation of the unleashing of God’s judgement! It is in His timing! Not mine!
And at the same time, I also sense god’s loving kindness towards those who will follow hard after Him. It is His desire to draw us closer; to love and guide us; to shield and protect us. However, in order for Him to do so we must repent for every deed that has hurt His heart and ask for the precious blood of Jesus to cover our sins!
God has not given us a spirit of fear! Fear is not of God. It comes from the devil. Fear has been unleashed in a manner never before seen upon this Earth. One of fear’s purposes is to render us paralyzed from doing that which God’s called us to do. If he can keep us at home trembling and afraid then he is winning!
We who are in Christ Jesus are new Creations in Him and we do not walk-in fear! We go after hell! When we rise up, we should make all of hell tremble for we know who has won! If we have read the end of the book, The Holy Bible, and we should for it is our instruction book, then we know God wins and we’re His kids!
The devil is afraid that you will one day, and hopefully that’ll be sooner rather than later, realize just how much power and authority you have been given by and through the blood of Jesus. That is one reason the devil shoots out his fear demons at you trying to cause you to forget Whose kid you are.
The time is NOW to rise up! Accept the calling God has placed on you and step into His armor and walk towards your destiny!
Earth is NOT your home. You are in a foreign land, a missionary, an ambassador here on assignment! Your mission is to go after hell and take back what the enemy has stolen!
There are boys and girls, men and women, who are waiting for someone to step into their situation bringing the freedom and power of Jesus Christ!
Encourage one another in the faith of Almighty God! Do not leave your fellow warriors wounded and stranded on the battlefield but rather, seek them out and draw them to safety. Care for their wounds and walk along side them until they are strong enough to once step into battle!
There is a mighty army standing at the ready, anticipating the exact moment when that staff will rise and lower signaling for the bringing of swift judgment from the Father!
It is not too late!
For those of you who desire to be a voice for our children, I encourage you to contact us!
We at Broken Pieces No More Inc raise awareness of child abuse, domestic violence and human trafficking all of which are very real in our world.
God never intended for sex with anyone, no matter the age, to be a commodity!
God created and designed sex to be a beautiful experience between a husband and a wife of a coming together as one!
It is the devil who has been attacking our families since Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden! If we chose on purpose to do nothing but stand on the sidelines and watch as the devil destroys our family unit then we are just as guilty! We all have a voice! If we are not yet where we can utilize our voice, then we can partner with ministries who are speaking out! You can partner with us or another like minded ministry to rise up and stand for our families!
Justice is coming!
And Sex is Not a Commodity!
I am praying for you today!
If you would like to learn how to overcome this evilness feel free to reach out.
If you know of a child or children who are in need of rescuing, please reach out to your local police or you may contact us.
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May God have mercy on us all!
Today is Christmas Eve.
Today where I live we’re supposed to receive snow. I enjoy a good snow. However, today it is grey and overcast. Sad looking!
I am making myself rest making no major decisions. My whole being is tired and drained.
I find myself traveling from one point to the other in our home. From organizing in my office to decluttering the kitchen and living room to putting laundry away.
I am so very thankful my beloved husband is home on vacation. It is so safe feeling having him here.
My grief is still fresh and real and palpating throughout my being.
I miss my daddy!
This next Tuesday we’ll lay him in his final resting place. I’d so hoped to have the Honor Guard attending but no, these lockdowns won’t allow that!
I’ve been reading a book pertaining to grieving for ones parent. I’m not sure if I’m on track or not. I do have several close friends I check in with who keep me on track.
Time. Time is supposed to heal all wounds. I chose to repeatedly take my pain to Jesus. He understands very well!
I greatly miss our son and his family. They live 700 miles away so we wont spend Christmas together this year! Hurts my heart!
This Christmas I chose to be kind to me. My beloved and I are talking and watching movies. Right now we’re watching The Lord of the Rings movies. We’re making plans and goals for 2021 with our publishing company as well as our ministry. Plans are good.
I chose on purpose to focus on the positive.
3 Points of Positives
1. God is my Poppa; Jesus is my Lord and Holy Spirit is my Comforter
2. This is only a season. It did not come to stay. I will adjust my sails and move forward!
3. Self care is vital. Much like when an oxygen mask falls in a descending airplane, we individually must practice self care to be able to care for others.
I pray your Christmas Eve is a Happy and contended one.
I pray you have much peace!
Trigger warning: mentions father raping daughter
My daddy passed away the first of December this year. He’d been sick for several weeks and had ended up in the ICU. However, he overcame the virus and sent back to the nursing home where he lived. We were so grateful and excited that he was improving and getting back into a healthy routine. We were looking forward to visits and making good memories. Then one day, the workers found him gone, passed away, dead!
Not my dad!
He just survived this stupid virus! He’s gonna be okay!
No, he’s gone!
My mom passed away in September 2019. I did not experience these sharp knife-like pains in my being when she died. I strongly believe both of my parents are now in Heaven with Jesus, yet that hasn’t stopped my soul’s deep mourning!
I haven’t been able to find an answer to this soul-searing pain I now feel. In the beginning, upon hearing of his death I thought I was being cut from within the pain was so sharp. At least now, that deep pain has subsided to a lesser feeling and not as harsh. Still, I miss my daddy!
It’s so ironic; we didn’t have that good of a relationship in my beginning. He and my mom divorced when I was very young. I have only a few smatterings of memories of him from my childhood. When I was 19, a dear friend of mine had died in a car wreck, so I suddenly felt compelled to get to know my dad. My mom had always discouraged me from doing so, telling me he’d only hurt me. I had to find out for myself. I called my dad, who was driving a truck at that time cross country.
We agreed he’d stop in town and pick me up for a week of being with him in the truck, plus I’d get to see a lot of the country I’d never seen. About halfway through our trip out west one morning early, after I’d climbed in the sleeper falling into a deep sleep, I was awakened suddenly to someone pulling my jeans off. I’d taken allergy medicine before going to sleep and was so groggy. I just lay there trying to understand what was going on as my father raped me.
I made it back home safely but spent the next 30 days in deep worry over whether I was pregnant. Thankfully, I wasn’t!
Fast forward many years. I’d been going to counseling. I was attending a life-giving church, so I understood the principle written in the Word on the power of forgiveness. I learned when we chose (and it’s a choice) not to forgive but rather hold onto that pain, it’s in essence like taking poison and hoping the other person dies. How silly is that!
When I finally learned that truth, I began asking God to ‘give me the want to’ to forgive my father because I certainly didn’t want to, even though I knew I needed to. It took time, which seems to be my norm. Oh, I know God does miracles and can zap whatever situation it may be. For me, it seems I gotta walk through the process of it all! No instant healings, yet.
Fast-forwarding, even more, my sister reached out to me and said she’d found our dad. Later I reached out to him, which began a much-needed healing journey for us both. In one of our first conversations, he shared how deeply sorry he was for hurting me and asked me if I could ever forgive him. Wow….my answer was a resounding ‘yes’! Thus, we began our journey.
Now I’m not only connected with my dad but with two of my sisters. It seems my path has never been in a straight line but rather a jumbled-up mess of stops and starts. But the important thing is to keep putting one foot in front of the other and moving forward!
At some point, for some reason I now don’t remember, he and I stopped communicating. It was a few years later that, once again, we were reconnected. And all was well. He was so accepting, and we continued to have healing in our relationship. That was such a good thing.
So now, up to this life-changing event: The death of my daddy.
As I’d been planning out his funeral where I would speak, I wanted to highlight some of the good things that occurred after our first time of reconnecting and continuing onward. Maybe three months or so ago, while at church one Sunday morning during praise and worship, we began singing a song.
That sounds so deeply familiar!
I see the words on the screen and hear them in my ears.
I know those words!
I’ve heard those words!
And then it hit me! Just before daddy and I would end a conversation, he’d say, ‘daughter’ in a rather gruff voice.
“Yes, daddy.” I’d respond.
He’d then begin saying these words, which at first [posted at the bottom], I thought was an Irish saying because we have an Irish heritage. But no, I was wrong!!
What my father had chosen to speak over me was a priestly blessing right out of God’s Holy Word in Numbers 6:24-26! He spoke this blessing over me almost every time we were on the phone together. What a miracle! What a transformation! What a most profound way to erase all those years of hurt and pain and instead, to soothe those broken places with Poppa God’s healing balm! Wow….
Only recently have I grown to appreciate what Poppa God did for me through my daddy! I was finally able to hear him speak lovingly and kindly to me, which was a soothing and healing balm to my tired and wounded soul!
Three things I’m doing to soothe the hurt of losing my daddy:
Until we learn that it’s perfectly okay to feel the emotions, we truly will not be able to heal all those nooks and crannies way down on the inside. Now, I’m not going to stay there in the sorrow and waller in it! I feel it to heal it and move forward.
2. Feel it to heal it and write it out
I receive healing when I’m able to sit down and write out what I’m feeling. And I do it ole-school with a pen and paper. For me, there’s just something therapeutic when I hold my pen and write in cursive across a blank sheet of paper in my journal. I hear and see my movements and know I can release those pains and receive healing!
Believe me, there are many negative memories about my daddy yet, I chose to focus on the positive ones that bring a smile to my face. Oh, I could focus on the negative, but that’s a choice. I have control over that. Focusing on the negative is like taking poison, hoping the other person will die. It’s just silly and pointless. I chose life!
I miss you daddy!!
My prayer is that you will gain more peace and understanding this Christmas season. Make time to reflect and renew in Him. I simply can not imagine how my life would be if I didn’t have a relationship with Jesus!
Be kind to yourself during this season. Right now, many all around us, maybe even our self, struggle with all the new craziness! We are being told we can’t do this, or we must do that! I see fear all around me. Again, this is also a choice! I will NOT walk-in fear! Love overcomes fear!
Each of us must make a healthy choice! Not just for ourselves but for those around us.
I pray you will begin afresh today, making healthy choices for yourself because you are so worth it!!
Massive blessings for you!
New International Version
24 “The Lord bless you and keep you;
25 the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you;
26 the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.”
If one were to contemplate on the memory very long, I suppose I could surmise that I grew up poor. Although, at the time, I don’t believe I knew we were. As a kid, I think you accept what’s going on around you as normal. At least, I think that’s what I did. Even so, that acceptance doesn’t mean it is normal!
I remember why, during the wintertime, my mom, grandma, and I were sitting around the big black Warm Morning stove in the middle of the living room floor. There were those times at night when mom would get the stove so hot the pipe would glow red. When that’d happen, she’d get me up and rush outside because she was afraid she’d set the house on fire. She never did, though.
I remember that they kept a can of some sorts on that stove with water in it. Said it kept moisture in the house to help us not get sick. I can remember laying on the couch behind the ole stove many nights listening to the comforting sound of that water heating up in that old can. I also reflect on the nights when it was bone-chilling cold, which is when I’d sleep on the couch in the living room, but other nights I slept in my bed under a pile of hand made quilts that my grandma has sewn with her own hands. We didn’t own a fancy machine to do such!
There wasn’t any television to keep us entertained, either. Nor did we own some sort of gaming system or laptop or other electronic devices. No, I grew up learning how to entertain myself with my many books where reading took me on far away adventures. Or I’d sit on the floor and play with my paper dolls. Then later own I begin to acquire Barbie dolls. Or I’d play with my cars and trucks on the rose-covered linoleum floor.
We raised a huge garden that I had to help weed. The produce that grew out of that garden fed us year-round. During the summer we’d eat fresh corn, green beans, tomatoes, peas and more. There’d be days on end when mom and grandma were in the kitchen canning first this one vegetable than another during the fall. It was always very comforting to go into the pantry area, a long built-in set of shelves in one of the bedrooms, seeing row after row of jars filled with summer goodness.
We also had chicken, which produced eggs and then, later on, would end up in the frying pan at some point. And we used those feathers when plucked from the dead chicken to make stuffing for our bed pillows. Nothing much was wasted.
I remember we also raised goats, which provided fresh milk morning and night. Mom went to do the milking early morning before she got dressed for work, then later on in the day, she’d go back to the goat barn and milk again. I grew up on goats’ milk which was really delicious! They also killed the goats for the meat, which was then canned to preserve it longer.
And I remember how neighbors helped neighbors back then. Many a time, I’d go with grandma to a neighbor woman’s house while mom worked during the day. Those old ladies would gather around a large quilting frame, needles threaded and flying to the rhythm of their sharing tales of old. I’d often play underneath the safety of the material spilled over the sides of the frame with my baby dolls.
During the summer, grandma would make me go blackberry picking. I hated doing that cuz it was often a hot, sweaty mess. Plus, I always ended up sticking my fingers on the briars when reaching for a juicy berry. That was also the time of year that the ‘Jarflies’ or Cicadas were singing. Boy oh, there were some years it sounded like a million of ‘em were a singin’ with such a loud noise. My dog, Old King, was ever by my side, which was always a great comfort.
My point in sharing all these memories is how we made do with what we had and how we survived. I genuinely find myself wondering more and more how folks of this day will survive if we continue to hurl ourselves down this destructive path.
Are we headed to socialism?
I don’t know.
I do know that it’s not looking so good right now. But I also know my God is still in control!
And that greatly concerns me.
Who’s going to protect the precious children?
Right now, in Kentucky, our governor has enacted many restrictions. I can’t even begin to know what he’s dealing with daily or the amount of backlash he experiences for the decisions he makes. The Bible tells me to pray for my leaders, and I do. It doesn’t say a thing bout my liking nor agreeing with the decisions they may make.
Last night I had to decide, along with my board, that left me in tears!
We have a faith-based nonprofit, Broken Pieces No More Inc. We raise awareness of child abuse, domestic violence, and human trafficking. It bothers me greatly that we are not where I thought we’d be. I had so hoped we’d have gained more momentum in our family programs, outreach, and awareness events. Sadly, that is not the case due to the government lockdowns!
We’d planned for mid-December, an outdoor even to offer our community a safe and fun place to hang out for a few hours singing Christmas songs, and where the kiddos were able to make their very own ornament. We’d had lots of cookies and cocoa donated. It looked to be an enjoyable memory-making evening. We’ve recently had to cancel several other events we’d planned due to lockdowns. It’s heartbreaking!
We’d started 2020 with numerous awareness events lined up throughout the year. Raising awareness of child abuse is one of our primary purposes. Someone needs to talk about the elephant in the room, and that might as well be us.
Many years ago, a little girl I knew thought if she slipped her coat and boots on then went outside to scrape the snow off the yard; she could go back to school. You see, the school had been closed because of a significant snowfall. Day after day, the little girl went outside and, with her tiny boot-covered feet, tried ever so hard to scrap the snow from the yard, hoping to see green grass underneath as a sign school would finally open.
No one thought to tell the little girl that the school was closed due to the snowfall. No one thought to tell the little girl how much fun she could have outside playing in the snow then later when coming in, having a mug of hot chocolate. No one thought to tell the little girl how special it was to be out of school on a snow day. Nor would it have made any difference to the little girl.
You see, this little girl never knew when the ‘red-hot’ pain would find her and freeze her in place.
This little girl never knew when the good grandma would switch to the mean grandma who did all sorts of vile things to the little girl.
This little girl never knew which days she might be allowed to eat and which days she wouldn’t.
This little girl never knew when the strange men would show up and drag her off to her bedroom, leaving her tiny clothes in a heap on the floor then do horrible things to her.
This little girl never knew when any bad things might happen while she was still at home.
But she did know that she felt safe and loved and cared for when she was at school. Thank goodness for safe schools, right?
I was that little girl, and I can tell you, the school was my safe place. My guardians, who should have loved and protected me, were, in fact, my abusers. I suffered violent child abuse, all forms, you think of it, and I probably experienced it! The school was my safe place! That truth is why it breaks my heart that we are enforcing lockdowns and severe restrictions.
I just don’t understand!
Who cares about the truth?
Do our leaders not realize the ramifications that will hit us as a society soon?
Has anyone sat down to brainstorm how to avoid a head-on collision that will result in our destroying our younger generation?
Can we not see what this action is doing to our children?
Does anyone even care anymore?
Currently, Kentucky is ranked #1 in the entire nation for substantiated child abuse cases. We see this number rise even higher due to the lockdowns! We can’t climb any higher than being #1! But our cases can increase daily, which I believe they are, and the negative impact of that abuse will be devastating to our already tired and weary citizens!
Call to action…
I want to know who’s brave enough to tell little Johnny or Suzie that once again they will be staying home with their abuser!
I want to know who’s going to ‘man up’ or woman up as the case may be, to tell our precious children that their feelings do not matter!
I want to know who will demand and insist that our leaders change somehow to put our children first!
I want to know who is willing to stand with me in insisting change take place!
Is there anyone willing to take a stand against this inhumanity??
Will you please stand with us?
Your action of donating your time or funds will help:
Because ‘It shouldn’t have to hurt to live in a family!’
You can find us on facebook on either our page or group under Broken Pieces No More Inc
And if you feel inclined, we do accept donations. We are a faith-based nonprofit, and need your help to help our children!
You can give by either a money order, check, cash or through our Paypal using our email: email@example.com
We do have a website that needs TLC! I will be taking the next few weeks to update it! (If anyone would like to donate some time to help with that, it would be greatly appreciated!)
Feel free to reach out to us with any ideas on how we can come together for our children, for our next generation. Our Poppa God loves our children so very much, just as He loves us. Let’s not squander or destroy that precious gift from Him!
If you would like to share your story, please drop us an email or send us a letter. We’d love to hear from you.
Our address is: BPNM PO Box 1373 Somerset, KY 42502
Many blessings to you as you walk towards a new 2021!
Do you understand what it means when wheat is sifted?
Do you know the process of separating the wheat from the chaff?
Do you know what the chaff is?
According to an online search:
The purpose of sifting wheat is not to destroy it but to remove the chaff – the dust, husks, and impurities. While the sifting process is uncomfortable and even painful, but it is effective. When we are sifted as wheat there is an assurance that we will emerge free from impurities.
Would you know if you had been ‘God husk-ed’?
I didn’t until yesterday morning when I was reading my Bible in the book of Luke about Peter which then lead to a reading in Job. The house was quiet. It was early. My beloved was still sleeping. I could hear the soft hum of the furnace filling our home with warm heat. I was sitting there in my reading spot with a soft, light blue blanket thrown over my legs, coffee to my left on the side table with the lamp on. There was a soft glow cast over the room. Peaceful.
How would you feel to know that someone in authority over you has given your enemy full permission to attack you? The only thing that was off limits was the taking of your life!
This enemy could make you sick; cause you to lose relationships; tell you where you can go and what you can do; have your job taken away; harm your children; stunt your success and so much more! The only thing he couldn’t do would be is to take your life.
There was an older man who experienced something similar to this. He loved God passionately. He was a good man. He did his best to live an upstanding life and he offered up payment for his children daily just in case they’d messed up. He woke up one morning and soon discovered every one of his children and their families had been destroyed along with all their possessions. Soon thereafter, he himself was attacked causing him to lose his material possessions then he ended up with a dreaded disease. His body was sick with some horrible virus!
Many, including his wife, told he should just give up and die!
But you know what??
Even though it took months he did not give up. He remained steadfast. He kept holding on. When he neared the time of his ‘husking’ he began to notice good things, blessings, coming his way! His life was restored. He even had more children, and his possessions were restored.
But if he had not allowed himself to be ‘husk-ed’ he might not have ever experienced true enlightenment in the end!
But wait….there’s more….
There’s another guy who was outspoken and bold. Some might have thought he had a cocky attitude. He often stated his opinion even when not asked for it. He’d question the motive of others and even attack those who went against what he felt was correct. He was told at one point he’d deny his relationship with a certain leader, but this guy vehemently denied even that.
As that particular day unfolded, he at first was defending his leader whom he loved. Later on, that evening after this leader was led away by the authorities of that day, this guy made sure to distance himself from the truth. When questioned by three different individuals, this guy outright lied and denied knowing this leader at all!
But…. relief is on the way!
Truth always prevails!
Justice is always served!
Forgiveness is always available!
**Now the above statements are what I believe to be ‘truths’ yet, we all have a free will as to whether or not we choose to believe them!**
**It’s not up to us to rationalize or analyze God’s ways for our life. It is our responsibility to hear and obey! Afterall, He is a loving Heavenly Father! We as parents expect our children to be respectful and do what we tell them (provided we are healthy parents). And our questions do not freak Him out one little bit! He welcomes our questioning just as a good earthly father would do for his children in order for them to grow in wisdom. We are to daily seek Him and chose to become more like Him.**
These days in which we live are fear-filled for so very many! I hear, read and see this fear on many around me and it grieves me greatly! Yet, in my humble opinion, these are the most exciting times in history! Those of us alive now, may very well see the return of Jesus Christ. However, we are not to sit down on our blessed assurance and quit! Oh, a thousand times NO! Why? Because we still have much work to do!
Jesus tells us in His word that the fields are ripe with harvest. I firmly believe we are on the precipice of a great awakening like this world has never seen! I pray for a shaking of the very foundation, of our core being, that we will each individually be awakened to His mighty truth and glory! We are not to shrink back in fear but rather, encourage each other to stand firm. And having done all to stand, stand! It’s in the Word!
There are those times I find the spirit of fear, panic, dread, anxiety and others threatening to overtake me. There are also those days when I’m gripped with it; however, I am choosing on purpose to believe more and more in the saving knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ who lives in me! I must daily tell myself that nope, I chose on purpose to believe on Him! Fear is not of God for perfect love (God Himself) casts out fear! It’s in the Word!**
I also believe when one of us is down then it’s the other’s responsibility to come along side and pick that fallen brother or sister up! Jesus never sent out any lone rangers! He always sent folks out 2 x 2! Now more than ever, we need to stay connected with our brothers and sisters! Pray one for another! Help each other! Love and support each other however the Holy Spirit leads! It’s in the Word!
Both of these guys I’ve shared about were ‘God husk-ed’!
The first guy I mentioned was Job. There’s a whole book about him in the Bible.
6 Now there was a day when the sons of God came to present themselves before the Lord, and Satan also came among them.
7 And the Lord said to Satan, “From where do you come?” So Satan answered the Lord and said, “From going to and fro on the earth, and from walking back and forth on it.”
8 Then the Lord said to Satan, “Have you considered My servant Job, that there is none like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man, one who fears God and shuns evil?”
9 So Satan answered the Lord and said, “Does Job fear God for nothing?
10 Have You not made a hedge around him, around his household, and around all that he has on every side? You have blessed the work of his hands, and his possessions have increased in the land.
11 But now, stretch out Your hand and touch all that he has, and he will surely curseYou to Your face!”
12 And the Lord said to Satan, “Behold, all that he has is in your power; only do not lay a hand on his person.” So Satan went out from the presence of the Lord.
I encourage you to read the end of Job. It’s wonderfully uplifting. Shoot, read the end of the Bible and you’ll discover those who believe on Jesus, why, we win!!
The other guy I spoke of is Peter. He was one of Jesus closest followers.
One thing that greatly wrecked me about this passage is where it reads, “Peter, I have prayed for you!”
Imagine that my friend! Insert your name in the blank. “____________, I have prayed for you!” Said Jesus!! Wow….
31 “Peter, my dear friend, listen to what I’m about to tell you. Satan has demanded to come and sift you like wheat and test your faith.
32 But I have prayed for you, Peter, that you would stay faithful to me no matter what comes. Remember this: after you have turned back to me and have been restored, make it your life mission to strengthen the faith of your brothers.”
To sum this all up…..for me, one early morning I learned what it means when one is ‘God husk-ed’!
I can’t help but wonder how many of us are being ‘God husk-ed’ during this season of a strange pandemic?
Have you had an experience where you’d finally had to just throw up your hands and say, “God, it’s Yours! I just can’t do this anymore!”
Without allowing Poppa God to remove the husk from off your heart you will never step into the fullness He has just for you. Don’t be afraid! If you don’t have anyone else to agree with you, I’m here! I’d love to join you on your personal journey! Together with God, all things are possible!
I am choosing to allow God access to remove those hard things, those hard areas, from my heart so it’s soft and pliable for His love to flow forth. I am choosing to look back on my life with joy instead of sorrow for all the abuse and pain I’ve experienced. I’m choosing on viewing my past through the side mirror, which is way smaller than the windshield in front of me. I am choosing on purpose to be thankful to God for protecting me through all these years of suffering and now rejoice for He has been with me every single day! I have hope in Him and Him alone!
I pray you relent, submit, let go, and allow God to remove that husk from around your heart you’ve been holding onto for protection that only He can provide! You are not alone!
I’d love to hear your thoughts. Also have you been ‘God husk-ed’? I’d love to hear about it! Shoot me an email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Thanksgiving is fast approaching here in the USA. In many areas of our country and worldwide, restrictions are being placed on us for social distancing in preventing the virus spread. In some state’s citizens are being told how many to have within their home. This is NOT a post about the virus nor politics, but I encourage you to NOT walk in fear! I’m sure we all have our own opinion on the purpose behind this action, yet I do not believe sharing that at this time is purposeful.
No, I wanta talk with you about purging and being thankful.
Similar words to purging include removal, abolition, eradication, taking away, eliminating, removing, dismissing, ridding, etc. There comes a time in everyone’s life where purging is a necessity. Whether it be material possessions or relationships, a better job or location to live. We all will face those times.
When I think of purging, I envision going through my stuff to determine what I need to keep, how best to store what I’m keeping and what I need to get rid of, whether or not that means trash or donating.
Why do you think it’s important to purge?
I’ve been in working environments where there is much stuff sitting about. Clutter. Even in my own office, if I’m not careful, I’ll soon have stacks of papers here and junk piled over there and books over there and folders on the desk. Soon, I realize my outer space is reflecting my inner self and vice versa. If I want peace within and without, I must stay vigilant in maintaining my peace! I have to guard that carefully!
Proverbs 4:23 ‘So above all, guard the affections of your heart, for they affect all that you are. Pay attention to the welfare of your innermost being, for from there flows the wellspring of life.’ (All scriptures used from The Passion Translation)
Thank goodness I’m learning that when I keep both the inner and outer free of unwanted clutter, I walk in much more peace. However, I’ve not fully realized or learned that yet, so I have to repeat the process. Nevertheless, I am making progress!
Right now, the world doesn’t feel very peaceful. Then again, since I’m a Jesus follower, I’m not of this world; I’m just a passin’ through. My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue. The angels beckon me to Heaven’s open door, and I can’t feel at home in this world anymore! You can sing the same song if you’re a Jesus follower!
What a wonderful feeling to have Poppa God’s sweet peace that passes all understanding. The world didn’t give it, and the world can’t take it away!
In John 16:33, we read, ‘And everything I’ve taught you is so that the peace which is in Me will be in you and will give you great confidence as you rest in Me. For in this unbelieving world, you will experience trouble and sorrows, but you must be courageous, for I have conquered the world!’
How cool is that!!!
We do not have to live in fear, but we can rest assured in God’s sweet peace that He is still on the throne!
We can also read in Philippians 4:7, ‘Then God’s wonderful peace that transcends human understanding will make the answers known to you through Jesus Christ.’
Peace, His lasting, never-ending peace, is way better than living in fear!
2. Sometimes I need that release
For whatever reason, I can become a hoarder quickly. I think it may have to do with the fact I grew up very poor although I didn’t realize that. I don’t know that kids learn such things unless they are told repeatedly; they are poor. I had a very abusive childhood, but God kept me safe and allowed me to become the woman I am today.
I still have a mindset of, ‘oh, we may need that,’ so I end up saving all this or that I can get. All piled here and there.
I wonder if my purging is my way of exercising my will power instead of someone else doing so for me. If I purge when I get the urge to do so, it takes away that fear factor. I decide to let go and release, instead of being fearful I’ll be forced to do so.
John 14: 1 tells us, ‘Don’t worry or surrender to your fear. For you’ve believed in God, now trust and believe in Me (Jesus) also.’
So, I wonder if my deep-seated need for hoarding is rooted in fear, fear of never having enough. Hummmm…good question!
I’m learning to go through my things several times throughout the year. When I do, I’ve learned to ask myself if I need it, if it fits, if I’ll use it again, and I also allow myself to feel any emotional connection. Sometimes those areas need to be addressed as well. If there are negative emotions or energy, if it brings up bad memories, I may need to get rid of that item. Also, if I come across that same item a year later and haven’t used it, provided it’s not seasonal, then I probably need to get rid of it.
I’ve learned when I permit myself to feel the truth, then letting go isn’t all that bad! And honestly, it’s hard to receive something new and fresh if my hands are tightly clenched around something outdated and old and rotting!
For me, it’s a matter of changing directions, changing my pattern.
We all have patterns we follow that were programmed in our brain during our early childhood days. I firmly believe we all need to examine those patterns to discover those which might no longer be beneficial. Then we change them to where they become healthier. That’s growth!
I found it interesting, and even surprised me that the Bible talks about patterns. Here’s an example in Hebrews 8:5. ‘The priests on earth serve in a temple that is but a copy modeled after the heavenly sanctuary; a shadow of the reality. For when Moses began to construct the tabernacle, God warned him and said, “You must precisely follow the pattern I revealed to you on Mt. Sinai.”
3. Purging lightens the load
In Matthew 11:28 we read, ‘Are you weary, carrying a heavy burden? Then come to Me. I will refresh your life, for I am your oasis.’
Wow…doesn’t that sound delightful??
Now I don’t know about you, but for some reason, I tend to carry all my burdens, yours and a few others, until I end up bent over from the weight of it all. Honestly, that’s not what God intended. His burden is light if we allow Him to carry the heavy end. However, many times for various reasons, we seem to believe (a lie of the devil) that if we push hard, if we beat our body, if we mentally abuse ourselves, if we hurt and struggle, then it’ll be worth it all in the end. That’s a lie, for it’s not written anywhere in His word we’re to do so. Quite the opposite, actually.
Man, I gotta get this truth, His truth, way down deep on the inside of my being!!
Psalms 55:22 tells us, ‘So here’s what I’ve learned through it all: Leave all your cares and anxieties at the feel of the Lord, and measureless grace will strengthen you.’
Wow how very cool is that??
I wanta learn to do better. No, not in actions or works but in my efforts to let it go and let God! In this day in which we live, we have many things, people, issues all trying to grab our attention.
How do we stop this week and examine what we have that we can truly be thankful for?
How bout we stop long enough to look around us, I mean really look around us, and realize that wow…we do have __________ and ____________ oh, yeah, and ______________ that we can be thankful for!
I’m thankful for:
May we never become too busy or to burden down with stuff that we forget to be thankful.
So, what are you thankful for today?
Drop me a line and share a few things.
Have a wonderfully happy day!
I’d love to hear from you!
Hope your Friday morning has started off well. Here it’s still early. The sun hasn’t yet popped up over the Eastern hill out from my window. I do so enjoy being able to look outside as I write. Makes for lots of inspiration.
Have you ever had a morning after?
A well known reference would be like a morning after a big drunk the night before. Or a morning after a huge event you’ve been planning for months and months.
That’s how I feel this morning!
No! I don’t have a hang over! Praise God I’ve been clean and sober since December 1989! Wow…31 years! How stinkin’ cool is that! To God be the glory cuz in my own efforts I’d of failed long ago!
This week the governor of our state has issued more mandates. It really doesn’t matter if I agree or not. What does matter is the effects of his statements on the people of this great state!
We human were not created to be secluded, isolated! We were created to fellowship one with another.
In Acts 2:44 ‘All the believers were in fellowship as one body, and they shared with one another whatever they had.’
It’s hard to share with anyone when we’re isolated and shut away from others.
But that’s not my main concern this morning. That’s not why I feel so heavy hearted!
No. What I’m sensing this morning is another wave of heaviness!
Being what’s called a ‘seer/feeler’ I often sense things, feel things, more easily than some might. It makes life challenging at times. Like this morning, when I wake up and have this heavy feeling.
So many are walking around afraid with this new virus that is now spreading around our world. However, the Bible tells us plainly all through out it’s precious pages to ‘fear not’! Do we take that as sound advice? Or do we cower back in fear lashing out at anyone and everyone who does not do what we believe they should be doing, just as we’re doing?
This morning I feel a heaviness in the spiritual atmosphere. So many are afraid!
I myself struggle with fear at times but I know it’s a lie of the devil. It’s one of his top tools in tearing folks down. Fear also brings along with it many other little demons that try their hardest to infect people, much like a virus.
Fear breeds insecurity, chaos, anger, a demanding attitude, gossip, emotional reactions, a do it my way cuz I’m right attitude and much more.
That’s not what God has called us to do. We’re commanded to love one another! In John 13:34-35. Is that easy? Well, for me nope! But I do choose on purpose to follow hard after my Poppa God. I know what it feels like to believe I’m not loveable and also to live in constant fear! That’s horrible.
I wanta share His love, goodness and mercy! I want to help ease this spirit of fear!
What can we do to ease that fear even a little bit?
We do not have to stoop low and carry this heavy burden. God’s word tells us His yoke is easy, His burden light in Matthew 11:28-30!
Isn’t it great knowing we’re not alone and that someone is always ready and able to help us carry such a heavy weight!
My friend, I am praying for you this day. That you will find His peace which passes all understanding…that’s in the Word too!
I’d love to hear from you. Shoot me an email at: email@example.com
Have a great day on purpose!