Day 23 of 47 for Lent Plan

God, I have been enjoying the bible reading plan You have been walking me through. I’m sorry to be so late getting them on, but with Your help we’ll get them on little by little.
No rush. Just convalescing with You, and following Your lead in sharing with others.
YouVersion (a bible app You have blessed me with)
is doing a plan called Lent: Remembering the Life of Jesus

Day 23 of 47 for Lent Plan – “Healing: Crippled Woman”
Reading: Luke 13:10-17 KJV

Further Study

  • How bad was the woman’s condition once Jesus healed her, what was her response?
    – She could not straighten/stand up from being bowed over. After Jesus healed her, she glorified Him.
  • What the synagogue leader’s response to what Jesus did? Why?
    – The leader was indignant because Jesus had healed on the Sabbath.
  • In Luke 13:17, how did the people respond to Jesus’ rebuke?
    – They were ashamed, and rejoiced for all that was done by Him.

Reflect

  • Worship: Write down one attribute of God and worship Him for who He is.
    – Authoritative. Thank You, Jesus, for having authority over illness, bondage, over man.
  • Prayer: Pray for your immediate family members.
  • Remembrance: Think of a time in your life when Jesus did something unlikely for you. Share about it.
    – Lord, You bring to mind how You did something highly unlikely in my life, my family, what seemed like the world. When Anthoni was born I thought for sure I had lost my family (on both sides) because Anthoni would be of mixed race. Both sides of our family were extremely prejudice, and the world felt like it was too.
    Dad’s family was so prejudiced that they were in the KKK and bragged about killing people. While Dad didn’t care for that, they still kept up with what was going on with our family. Mom’s family was prejudiced, but had the common saying, “They are okay to work with, especially to hire as a nanny or cook or something like that, but you don’t bring them home with you.” Many of them were just as violent but in private.
    When Anthoni came along, they fell in love with him, many in awe. I was dumbfounded at the attention they gave him. Sometimes I would hear the phrase, “Well, it’s not his fault.” But they were just as loving to me. I admit I did not know my Mom was telling everyone that I was raped, but even people she didn’t know said the same thing. It was like Anthoni was Your way of having people realize where they got their prejudice from, and if they even really agreed. Even the worst of them all eventually started showering him with money.It felt like the world had realized they really just didn’t hate people the way they were taught.
  • Self-Examination: There are people in our lives who discourage us and those who encourage us. Who do you tend to listen to more? Why?
    – I try to always listen to You, Lord, and the resources You lead me to or bring to me. All of those are encouraging. I admit I struggle with listening to voices in my head, sometimes my own, but I am trying to hear You. I’m sorry I seem to have a hard time hearing You lately. I want to hear You and only You. I know by doing so I will only hear who and what You want me to.
    I love You, Jesus! I love You, Holy Spirit! I love You, Father God!

A Kind Act

  • Write a note to an extended family member.

 

Versatile Blogger Award 11.27.18

” Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.” 
– Philippians 4:4 KJV –

How many times, Father God, You have given me to rejoice… time and time again! Here is another blessing to rejoice, and to praise You as You have whispered my name to dear Julia of The Father’s Girl and author of I Can’t Hear You to nominate me for the Versatile Blogger Award.  versatile-blogger-award

God bless you, Julia! You have such a tender heart for the Lord.
And such a beautiful blog that shows that love!
Thank you for the nomination! God loves you! ❤


Here are the rules for the award:

  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Include a link to their blog in your post.
  • Share 7 facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 15 bloggers of your choosing to keep spreading the love.

7 Facts About Myself:
1. I met Jesus when I was 8 years old.
2. Molly introduced me to Him at the altar.
3. I was baptized a few weeks later.
4. Ralph Sexton Sr. (aka Poppy) baptized me.
5. God made me His writer when I was 9 years old.
6. I asked God for a child to give back to Him.
7. God honored that prayer.

Nominations:
Fractured Faith Blog
(author of Homeless Jesus)

Lebana’s Journal
(author of Haiku Is Love)

Kristi Ann’s Haven
(author of Jesus – Yeshua Christ is KING of kings, LORD of lords)

Family By Faith
(author of Sorrows Removed)

PsiHub
(author of Can An Algorithm Stop Suicide?)

Jesus, Coffee, and Books
(author of His Encouragement #5)

Life’s Fine Whine
(author of My Scary Experience)

Life With Jesus
(author of Even In The Mess)

Simply Chronically Ill
(author of Hope)

Frank Solanki
(author of The Child In You)

CHRISTian Poetry
(author of Jesus The True Light)

Educated Unemployed Indian
(author of
Dear Unemployment: An Open Letter to an Imaginary Acquaintance)

Speak For The Unspoken
(author of Redeemed and Rested)

Indians Abroad Desi Vidash Me
(author of Tears & Laughter)

Navigate My Recovery
(author of Why Hire a Life Coach, Counselor, or Therapist?)

A Voice Reclaimed, Surviving Child Abuse
(author of…
     Added Pain
     Guilt and Shame
     Speechless
     Predators
    The Role of Faith)

Congratulations to the nominees!
Please do not feel obligated to participate.
I know some of you are award free blogs. That’s okay.
I am sharing with you opportunities to rejoice also!
If you do participate, no rush.
Please let me know if you do post
so that I may read and rejoice with you!
God loves you! ❤

Losing… It!

I’m losing… it. The storehouse of faces I’ve loved. Those voices I once heard whispered in my ear. Those unmistakable laughs. Those unforgettable moments I was dying to tell. Those corny jokes told again and again, but I loved the one telling them. Those little arms that came along with little smiles and wide eyes. Those exciting and luring moments that seemed too hot to forget. And all of those things that made me who I am… by knowing who I am… and knowing who I am not. Memory. That’s my it. So when I say I am losing… it, I am not joking. I am losing… my memories. I am losing… me.

It sounds so selfish to say it like that. But, Lord, how can it be selfish to be concerned about my heath. It’s not healthy to lose everything you have done in me to make me who I am. I am going to lose all of that as well. I am losing the verses, the hymns, the parables, the commandments, and the beautiful love letter your Son left us in the book of John. Worst of all, I am losing everything I know about you, your Son, and your Holy Spirit. My reason for living.

My friends used to call me “human rewind”. I was the one who remembered birthdays, anniversaries, and even phone numbers and addresses long before cellphones. I could verbally playback songs, note for note, ooh ah for ooh ah. I made extra money on jobs because of articulation, pronunciation, accentuation, and remembering the details of products, customers, and all sorts of info. I was given leadership roles in work and college organizing resources of information because I had pleasure (really a need) to keep things in some form of order for immediate access.

By your grace, I memorized countless bible verses, even chapters. You allowed me to memorize the whole book of James. I knew the ten commandments fully. I knew the books of the bible, new and old, in chronological order. I learned so many hymns, in their entirety, not just their popularity. I was asked by church to do a writing ministry because I was already sending cards for birthdays, anniversaries, new babies, weddings, graduations, get wells, and just because. They offered to keep me in supply of stamps, cards, and whatever I needed as they handed me a directory and told me to let them know whenever I found mistakes.

Now… now I’m lucky if I can finish a conversation without fumbling, or rambling, forgetting, or sounding like the high school drop out I was (my high school teacher, who was teacher of the year with NCAE and our school several years running, urged me to quit school to get my G.E.D. and go on into college in fear I was getting bored with school), or a nervous rambling wreck unable to at least keep my focus on topic. I find it extremely hard to remember the simplest of things if they’re not written down. Even then, I have to remember they’re written down already, or at least put a note where I hope I will see it. And my editorial skills, well they speak for themselves.

Friends and family are hurt that I cannot remember their special days, even more by my asking them to write it down… again… and again. They are offended by my writing the same notes I have written again and again over very personal matters, some that they only entrusted to me. They ask me not to write any more. I have not been the one who everyone comes to for everything for quite some time. They no longer trust my wisdom, my confidentiality, or my ability to be genuine.

Most days, I am struggling with medications… having to take them, having to trust them, and having to be careful of them. A couple of years ago I only had a couple of prescriptions to take as needed, which wasn’t often. Now I take 9 to 11 on a daily basis. Some I take more than once a day. I have to be careful discussing this because we have family/friends we have to hide meds from. So I have to hide them and remember. I have to write down what I take so I can remember when they’re due, and catch myself before I accidentally take meds on top of each other, and sometimes when I have already taken them again it gives me a window of time… to know when I’ll be ok. As long as I get to write these things down, it helps.

Lord, it’s hard. It’s scary. It’s depressing. It makes it easy to give up, especially when I see the hurt I put on a face, or when I disappoint those I love, and I mean disappointment that sticks for life, the kind I know from my own personal experience, and to know there’s nothing I can do about it. On top of this, losses in my life and my family have been many and continue. The people who once asked me to let them help, or asked me to be their help are not here to vouch for what I’m like, what I eat, what I’m allergic to, what health issues I have, or anything else that I will eventually have no control over. My life will be at the mercy of strangers. All I can do is pray they are your strangers, with your wisdom, your compassion, and your favor.

How does all of this feel? That’s all anyone ever wants to know. Didn’t I just say that… hard, scary, depressing, easy to give up, helpless, hopeless, disappointing, lonely, frustrated, and there’s nothing I can do… but pray. And I do.

 

Voices

Voices are a little joy that runs to you each day
Saying, Mommy, I love you” in the sweetest way.
Voices are a friend afar saying I wish I could be there.
And even on the telephone, you know they really care.
Voices are a mother calling, giving you her best,
To take a little medicine and give yourself a rest.
Voices are a father shouting for his child who made him proud,
So much he can’t control himself. He has to tell the crowd.
Voices are a lover’s whisper. to say how much he adores
The only one he’ll ever love and never want for more.
Voices are a special love, of a soothing characteristic.
Voices are of many souls. As for yours, I really miss it.

10-2-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire
(published in Expressions Feb.14, 1994 Issue, page 2)
(by the grace of God)
My son’s loving little voice started this poem,
and my thinking on other loving voices.