Truth in a nutshell - Life in the Valley - Part 3

Christopher Story, rest in peace

Christopher Story of world reports died on July 14th, but I just found out today. Rest in peace sir.

http://www.worldreports.org/news/6497_christopher_story_frsa

NWO Next week - 40th episode

It's never about the hair...

Poor Samson. I've been thinking alot about him. He had really bad taste in women. He loved them and pined away for them, and they never loved him back, only betrayed him.

The word documents how Samson ate honey from a dead lion. Let me put that into our terms. Say a person was driving along and hit an opossum. (which happens alot here in Oregon.) A couple days later you come upon the dead rotting opossum and some bees had made honey in it. Would you eat it? Gross, no.

I wonder what that translates into doctrinally to our time. Eating something sweet from rotten meat. Can't be good.

It was against the law to touch a dead body, let alone eat something from it, and he gave some to his mom and dad to eat, but didn't tell them where it came from. I believe that is when Samson began to go spiritually blind. By the time Samson had run into Delilah (a woman who NEVER loved him at all, so those people who want to act like that was one of the greatest love stories need to re-read their bibles!) he truly believed that his long hair that had never been cut was his source of strength.

His hair was NEVER his source of strength. The Lord was his strength! Little by little Samson forgot the Lord and started to believe in his own strenth. He stopped understanding that his supernatural strength was only when the Spirit of the Lord came upon him.

Unfortunately, he had to learn the hard way. First he was spiritually blinded, then he was physically blinded. He had to walk a very afflicted path, not to mention how much it must have hurt to have the woman you loved betray you like that. In the end, the Lord was with him, and he was counted righteous with the word acknowledging him in Hebrews 11. Someday, I would really like to meet him.

Dear Lord, help me never forget that you are my source of strength and my source for everything. Please let me never go back to being blinded by my own pride and willfulness. Take away my self-will and help me be obedient. In the name of your son Jesus Christ. Amen.

My life as a quilt - Part 5 - I can do all things...

I spent the day looking at bridesmaid's dresses with my mom for my sisters wedding coming up in October. Believe me, that is a trial, even more so since my sister's colors are hunter and pistachio green. I never realized how much I hate the color green until today.

I was also fasting for my work because they have flunked their inspections and may have to close. So I had a pretty bad headache.

I started to do the quilting on my quilt, (something I have never done in my life). My mom poked her head in my room, and I started crying saying, "I can't quilt!" just like a little kid. She came over to see what I had done so far. She said, I think you just need smaller stitches. So I took out what I had sewn, and re-did it using smaller stitches. I guess I can quilt after all.

"I can do all things through Christ which strengthenth me." Phil 4:13

In AA they use the term HALT. It is to remind you not to get too hungry, angry, lonely or tired. I have been busy from the moment I get up in the morning, until I go to bed at night for days, and dealing with alot of stressful stuff. I just need to remember that the Lord is always with me during these trials.

Train station blues...

Soon we will be taking my son to the train station. It was a wonderful visit and I will miss him. He will be going into the Air Force at the end of Sept.

Dear Lord, please keep him safe while he travels and in the military. Also, please bless my daughter who I miss terribly and her family. In the name of your son, Jesus Christ. Amen.

The chastening of the Lord

I am crazy busy these days. I have not had a chance to blog. There is alot going on that I can't post because it is very personal and may hurt other people. I don't want to hurt anyone. I am sorry if I hurt you. The reason for this blog is that there may be other brethren out there on the afflicted narrow way, that may be able to relate to some of the things that I am going through. If it was the Lord's will for me to stop blogging here, I would immediately end this blog. For now it is the Lord's will for me to post everyday if I can.

The Lord is very pro-active in my life. He understands my weaknesses of the flesh and my tendency to ruin everything I touch. I wanted to host a teaching weekend for Joseph Herrin, but the Lord decided to have me several states away during that time frame.

I wanted to try to make it to Joseph's teaching weekend in Spokane which is six hours away. I had just enough money to go if I borrowed my dad's van (it gets better gas mileage than my one-ton van.) I laid it before the Lord saying, if it is your will for me to go to Spokane, let me have enough money and time to be able to go.

Immediately, the heater core went out in my van. (but by a miracle my son was in the van, noticed the anti-freeze leaking into the passenger side, was able by trial and error [and nickel and dime] to fix it. Then the power cable went out on my computer so I had to spend $80 to get a new one. That coupled with some other things that came up and I was left with $2. Notice that the Lord covered every need within that situation, yet still letting me know that it was not His will that I go to Spokane.

When I sought the Lord about why I couldn't go, He simply told me that I am still too self-willed. I am not strong enough at obeying to be able to hang out with the other remnant believers. I'm also way too vulnerable right now towards the opposite sex and the Lord knows that and is saving me from possibly grabbing Jospeh Herrin's ankle and begging him to take me with. Or some other boy believer that I happened to meet there, I'm not that picky.

I'm a runner.

I don't mean I jog. I mean, I get out of Dodge. I have moved 8 times in the last 12 years. The idea of going on the road for the Lord, living free with the open road was a dream come true. When it comes to obeying, we have to obey in everything without complaining, not just the fun stuff.

I have spent my entire life avoiding family situations, avoiding holidays and get togethers, avoiding my parents. My parents are devout Catholics and there are 3 pictures of Mary in the room I'm sleeping in and a Big Ol' crucifix as you come up the stairs in the entry way. Yet, the Lord led me here seven months ago and told me that until further notice, I was to stay here. I thought it was to learn about the governmental authority of living and submitting to my father's authority. It wasn't until just now as I am literally typing this, that the reason I have been so distracted by the men around me lately, is subconsciously I was thinking that I could escape this place if I was to marry myself off. The depth of my rebellion is vast. Being an overcomer means going where the Lord wills and being content with it.

Thank you Lord for showing me my rebellion, my weaknesses, and yet being so very tender with me. I love you so much. Thank you for being with me every step of the way on this straight and narrow course. In the name of your son, Jesus Christ. Amen.