Simply put: 1. Believe in Jesus Christ
He reminds us that we shout to the Lord with praise. There are other kinds of shouts in God’s presence too. We can shout for joy. We can shout for Victory. We can shout as a battle cry. We can shout as a cry out loud.
“Victory has a big mouth”. Death is swallowed up in victory. We are overcomers by the word of our testimony. Death, where is thy sting? (1 Corinthians 15: 55)
Pastor Stone dissected the meanings behind shouting and dancing in praise. He explored the difference between praise and worship, in great detail. I really appreciated this.
I’m a bit reserved in church. When instructed to “give a shout to the Lord”, I do give a big “Whewwww!” (which is more than some do, and less than some) BUT, I realized, today as I was shouting a big “Hey!” to the cats, I was declaring to them to behave.
We can liken this to shouting for Victory and against the Enemy of our souls. “Hey! The victory has been won. You have to leave me alone! I resist you in the name of Jesus and with the power of His blood.” Graceful and feminine though I am….I will shout before the Lord (in His sanctuary) more often……….
One day I won’t have to work ALL the time
One day, our lives will be our own
One day, our days, we won’t have to groan.
Business to tend to, money to earn—all the money- we just seem to burn
Curtail our spending, enrich our home–Gee, we hope we get this loan.
Messes everywhere- junk to straighten, animals to tend to—-Boy! She’s a hatin’.
Tensions high-seems nothings getting done, the more I work, the more I run.
Running, working, collapsing, sleeping– all the while our house she’s keeping
She makes the house a “home” I say, but in her solitude, she wonders why to stay:
Not as young as I used to was, I wear myself out and can’t do more in the “home”.
HOME? She says she feels like it’s the pumpkin shell, where I keep her very well.
Used to say “Time will tell, time will tell, God is good, all is well…..”
Got a little counsel, couldn’t put it fully into play.
Others tear at my time and we don’t have time to sit and pray,……together as One.
Things to be done, gotta learn the new job, gotta train the fellas for the lawns and the odd job and….never done
Downsize she says. Simplify she says. I don’t have the time or energy to sort and make the house a Good Housekeeping page….bills to pay, money is my lure.
We married and I told her I work a lot. She heard “things we gotta get got”.
No! We are curtailing now, but my nose is still at the plow.
Warm, sunny, is where she wants to be, to start a life– with a community.
Pool, Bingo, Book Club, socials, and more, only a few steps from her door.
Her little, quaint place with not a pillow out of place. Simple, mostly alone as she’s always been.
Oh! But don’t tell my folks! They always did make the jokes….about her wanting to be where it’s warm. They had concern when I said I was transporting her to the Northern harm.
They know of her discontent. They know I’m a great guy and am the best “catch” she’ll ever have met.
They get indignant with her desire to keep out of the cold. Fifty degrees isn’t a mess to contend with: her body is just old.
Wait!! She and I understand each other. Life without her would be such a bother.
Maybe I should get some energy drinks and go 24/7.
What am I saying: the entire family has money ills.
I have decisions to make.Sell everything and start life again where she wants to be(I get so over-heated there, I believe I’ll be ill), file bankruptcy, downsize/clean the clutter, promise to do better, make time for taking walks together…..
Oh! If I slow down and our money is under control, I won’t have to go 90 miles a minute and I may not over-heat. I can take off my man bra and be cooler, too. I can just let my hair down and live easy. Perhaps we can go fishing.
Retirement would be ideal, but that’s a few years away. My body sure would like to retire, though……
Dear God, I pray, Dear Lord,….You know my heart and Ohhhhhhhh
Guide me, lead me, help me……..my future, You know.
You put the wife and me together, she has her health and desires…….are we gonna be put asunder??
Help……… In Jesus’ name….
I went on a vacation, flew safely, attended a party for my son and flew back home. God kept us safe. We were blessed to come across a Christ based blog site I can tell you about and have you check into.
God is faithful
I mean big time.
The one who has been ” leader”, has not only dropped the ball, but been very disappointing. To top things off, he’s learned to play a game on his phone, with others. This is a sure fire way to be in the presence of someone, but be totally absent.
Being at an interesting threshold of life, I find myself going to the doctor more often. This is not anyone’s favorite thing to do. It seems, since I had the lapband removed five months ago, I, now, have to take not one, but 2 antacids daily just to maintain.I was sure all the tummy pains and other distasteful symptoms were something worse than a diagnosis that merely requires multiple antacids. (Shucks, it would have been more dramatic and my reactions to all my pains could have been better justified)
Yes! I have more joint pains than I did five months ago. This is definitely not nice. In addition, the state where we live has doctors asking a phrase I’ve never been asked. They ask if I’m “postmenopausal”. Being 2018, I’ve read more, heard more on television, and seen commercials that make me ask myself this question, and ask myself the definition of postmenopausal. Well, I certainly am. Now, I wonder about the doctors who ask me. They can see my written age and birth-date in front of them. They can see the bits of small gray stripes in my hair, right? How about this clue? I’m taking high blood pressure pills, anti-joint pain pills, and more than one antacid daily.
This development has only happened in the last five months. My body is rebelling. I’m upset about it. This frustrates me in all areas of my life. (my poor hubby)
I’m caught between wanting to investigate more into fasting as a health AND a Spiritual practice, merely doing it as a health practice (which would be awfully difficult with my “healthy big eater” of a husband in the house, and just contending with pills and more pills from the doctor.
Somehow, I’m thinking this will be more of a one day at a time adventure. This will assure some days being worse than others. I’m reminded of the term: “Hang on! This is going to be a bumpy ride!”
Oh!! In the journey of knife, spoon and fork, there is a twist: my preacher has asked me to do some cooking every week at church for 30 to 50 people. This promises to be quite the ministry. It will take God, Himself, to help me as I create menus and cook while battling stomach problems, and health issues because of food. I must continue to remind myself of the Psalm 121:1 “I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help” and God, You Alone, literally “lift my head” as stated in Psalm 3:3.
Since last you heard, I left cold Ohio and drove to sunny Florida: alone.
- Fear of an unknown future
- More stuff…….
So, the happy go lucky gal I was on my vacation isn’t who I am now, but I do appreciate my own home, my own cleaning, my own cooking……..
But!!!! With this cold weather and my arthritis and aches and pains, everything is so difficult. It’s not nice.
Whilest working on our marriage, it’s a quandry as to when or if I’ll ever be in “renew my vows” mode again. I have been an integral partner in paying bills and taking care of business with my husband.
Two days from now is Valentine’s Day. Wonder what that will hold?????
So, I got the book. I took the quiz to see what kind of diet, (healthy lifestyle change) would be best for a person like me. I’d heard of the types in this book. From Earth Mama, to Savvy Chick, to Boss Lady, to Gypsy Girl to Nightingale- I sort of thought I’d be diagnosed as a Gypsy Girl. Nope. I was diagnosed as a “Boss Lady” and that’s why I get ulcer type symptoms. In addition, I’m a bit of a combination of Gypsy Girl and Boss Lady: so that makes me a “Savvy Chick”. Being the good wife I am, I asked my husband the 50 questions to see what type person he is and what type eating changes would improve his health. I omitted questions that involved cycles and things obviously only for women. Turns out he’s a Savvy Chick too. He has a different number, though. So, he needs to amp up his vitamin B, (as do I) but he needs to add yogurt to his life. Good thing he likes yogurt: I don’t care for it. I need to add more fiber.
at least not yet.
still in cold Ohio, against my wishes. I had been blowing up at the husband for so long, we sat down, talked, prayed together and sought counseling. We talked with a local Pastor. We had a lovely day. We had a nice weekend.
Being new to the healing of the relationship, I threw a Facebook post out there. It was vague. My husband’s family got upset and told me off in no uncertain terms: on Facebook.
Great. I’m working on retaining the love, we are treasuring each other, and I know how his family really feels about me.
Anyone in a Southern state want company?? I could come and visit till this Ohio winter is over with…. For real!Having tons of trouble with this lack of peace. I gave God the solid try. (complete with prayer and fasting) Now, I’m sending for Dr. Taz’s book: “Super Woman RX” to discover if I’m really just a gypsy girl…
(Some transparent disclosure)
We usually have people over and do a bunch of cooking and cleaning for holiday meals. Do you??
In order to accomplish this, I spend weeks worrying and stressing. I know, as a Christian I shouldn’t. My husband does heavy duty cleaning. Praise God. We have to do extra preparations because of the 8 cats. My husband has been focusing on remodeling our basement. He’s had his son here some and his 13 year old grandson here- interrupting my peaceful solitude and comfort. (I am set in my ways) I saw my husband procrastinating and trying to fit all details in: in the last 36 hours. He has also been working overtime at his paying job.
I knew my sleep would be interrupted the night prior to the “gathering”. So, I’d already be super tired. This happens repeatedly: I know the drill. If I had to do this-as we have done the last 12 years+ I’d like to have had folks here early and then I could change into my nightgown and be done trying to impress by 7 pm. The 4 o’clock gathering became 5 and some didn’t show up till 7. They ended up gone by 10:30 pm, by the way.
With my health, stress, feeling of being ignored, etc…. I went away the night prior to the big gathering. I spent the night at a lovely motel: alone. I had no husband who says he has “trouble understanding me”, no cats and messes, no dishes…… Smile! I didn’t want to come home, but couldn’t afford a second motel night: besides, it’s MY house, right?
I took my favorite cat, went to my room, shut the door and determined to not socialize. I do have that right, correct? Apparently not. People, all ages, kept trying to disturb and enter my room. What is wrong with people? I obviously wanted to be alone. My health wasn’t great. My emotions were a mess. My house wasn’t perfect and my husband hasn’t even worked on the remodel needs of my bedroom. Am I his priority?
Love and family–
God is love? He hasn’t answered my big ongoing prayer; in fact, my son broke my heart yet again, in the last 5 months. I also, miss my daughter and grand-daughters who are 1000 miles away. I don’t have a real “bond” with my husband’s family- or kids. I could be a million other places. I wish I were. God supplies all my Needs? Uh, well, yes.
Empowerment and peace?
Nope. I need a Godly faith boost. Being the new year is almost here, I’m hearing preachers speaking of renewal and “break through”. I am reminded of my youth when I heard people say things like: “I stayed at the altar till I got my breakthrough. The pastor had to keep the church open, because I was beseeching God for 4 hours.”
I plan to join Pastor Jentezen Franklin in a Breakthrough fast the days he has designated. I’m going to go to God sincerely and I won’t let go of the hem of Jesus’ garment till He answers. This may be a challenge for me. (in the flesh) Admittedly, God is laying the groundwork for this time I’ll have designated to, and for Him. I thank Him for that.
That is the question.
If you are like me, you’ll take over the counter medicines, drink herbal tea, push vitamins and supplements, and who knows what all before giving in to calling the doctor. Once you make the call, you’ve admitted you’ve tried all you can think of, to do, to get well. The doctor’s office may or may not be able to see you on this day you’ve made the call. They tell you an appointment time and you agree. Since you’re not feeling good, you now contemplate getting presentable and going to the doctor’s office.
In some countries, they don’t have the luxury of picking up a phone, calling a doctor, trusting the doctor will know what to do to make them feel better, showering with clean water, choosing one of many outfits in the closet, and getting into a car that runs well. Some people in America aren’t blessed with every one of those luxuries, either.
I thank God I am blessed.
So, I make my way to the doctor. I sign in and await my turn. I have faith the doctor will diagnose my symptoms and send me home with a prescription that will help me.
That’s what happened. The doctor decided I had an infection and sent me off to get antibiotics. If you’ve been lucky enough to have seen the movie: “Mrs. Doubtfire”, with Robin Williams in it, you will understand what I mean when I say: Help Is On The Way! (Yay) Robin Williams’ character shouted this in the movie. It was a great comedy. With help on the way, I know I will be on the mend. I let go of my burden of trying to self medicate. I gave this burden to someone else. The responsibility has been lifted from me.
We who are Christians, release the grip of our lives to Christ. We know God will “supply all our needs according to His riches in glory”. (see Phillipians 4: 19) We have to be able to relinquish control to the One Who has our best interest in mind. We talk to God, saying: “I give You my all. Take me. Use me. Guide me. I want Your perfect will. I trust You with my life, finances, decisions, marriage, children, future,….all are in Your capable hands. Help me as I strive to not lean on my own understanding. Help me acknowledge You in all my ways as You direct my path. Thank You, Father.”
God didn’t put us on the earth alone. He wants us to share, not just drown, in our prayer requests.Sometimes,
the mere sharing your need with someone else, gets the idea/pain off your shoulders and out of your head. 1 Thessalonians 5: 11 says: “Wherefore comfort yourselves together, and edify one another, even as also ye do”.
The monotony of the mundane that we live daily, is lightened and interrupted when someone reaches out one way or another, and asks you to pray for them. (For their sickness, relatives, finances, protection…) If you are like me, you are going along in your day, imagining the similar things ya do, daily, when, like a deer in the headlights: Someone wants me to do something for them as simple as pray. Halt!
I stop thinking about me, Me, ME and throw a sincere prayer up to God Almighty. I am lifted out of my world and my needs and wants. I’m sincerely concerned for this other person’s need and desire God to intervene: in Jesus’ name. I trust that He will and thank Him in advance.
It’s amazing how the other person was aided and I was uplifted out of myself. I feel good! I’m smiling. The sun is shining brighter and God is pleased. James 5: 16 says: “Confess your faults to one another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual, fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much”.
Every year we go through the same spiel. I say I don’t want to have to clean like a fiend to have guests to the “cattery” for one meal. We could easily go out, or make meal and take to the kids and grands separately.
I stress. I complain. I get all worked up. I’m overly tired. We argue. You say this happens “every year”. Hummm, you must like it. You know it’s coming annually. I don’t like it. I don’t like having the “animals” come over with their phone-in-their-part-parents. This takes toll on our relationship.
You are working hard on the house, overtime at work…..Great…..