These things called tornadoes are a bit unnerving. I actually asked my husband if we could move to Montana. You never hear anything about Montana other then the beautiful giant sky.
But when you think about things – the west coast has earthquakes and rain and mudslides and floods. The mid-west has tornadoes. The south has them also now more then ever AND floods. The east coast has outrageous hurricanes and now tornadoes. So, I’ll stay put and ask God for peace in the storms.
Where we use to live we were required to have flood insurance. So we got it and also considered seriously to get a small boat and tie it to our deck because our county was surrounded by water and much water in between. Not to mention if they had to evacuate us it would take forever because we were situated on a peninsula with only 2 major roads out of the area – small roads. So again, the prayer for peace. Everywhere has it’s unnerving weather patterns and natural problems.
Peace and wisdom is what I need. I have water saved in the basement and at the top of the stairs my purse, charged cell phone, flashlight, jacket, dog leash and snacks are ready to take with me if I need to. But the only problem is my basement is creepy. My husband went down today and sprayed for spiders but I get the heebie – geebies down there. So, the prayers for peace again because I would rather be with the spiders and other unseen creatures then sitting in the kitchen watching the “severe weather” come at me.
Peace to all,
The tornado that hit Joplin, MO yesterday was devastating. My heart is heavy with the loss this city is having to cope with and my prayers are going up often for them and for the rescue workers on scene.
I am blessed to hear people thanking God they are still alive and when asked what they will do now – they say rebuild. That touches me in a deep way. Jesus knows their hurt and their loss and He is a God who builds. I know He will continue to build hope in their hearts and their lives. As a family who has lost a loved one in a natural disaster I feel the pain deeply. BUT I also have experienced the loving arms of our Father as we made the decision to continue and rebuild.
“Every house has a builder, but the Builder behind them all is God.” Hebrews 3:4 – The Message
Remember the movie “Never Ending Story”? My kids and I watched that over and over. It was great.
I was thinking of the part when the fantasy world was falling apart and the princess girl said to Bastian, “say my name”!!!
Jesus wants us to “say His name”. There is power in His name. Simple as that.
I heard the most beautiful thing today. I was sitting in the sanctuary of a Nazarene Church this morning waiting for a community event to start. It was a beautiful sanctuary – wide open with very tall ceilings and just a very pleasant setting overall.
One of our team members from Deeper Waters got up to talk for a little bit about this event. It was an event acknowledging “Hope Heroes” in the Kansas City community. People who have humbly given of themselves to help others gain hope and love in this life. They ranged from school coaches to TV news reporters. A very diverse group of people.
As he began he pointed out the stain glass windows in the sanctuary. They were beautiful! No pictures in them just geometric shapes of many colours pieced together. He simply pointed out the colours being pieced together to make a lovely setting of beauty (my words) and how that’s how people should come together in community. It’s a beautiful thing to have such diversity around us. I think it would be awful if we were all totally alike. BORING! AND most of all the coming together of these different colours makes a magnificent glorious image especially when the sun (Son) shines through.
I have been involved in a Deeper Waters event yesterday and today and it continues on tonight and tomorrow. Deeper Waters is a ministry my husband and I stumbled into through Facebook of all places. It’s a ministry that brings hope to people, businesses, nations, etc. Hope? We all have hope if we are Christians, right? I thought so until I stumbled into Deeper Water’s very 1st meeting of “Champions of Hope” almost one year ago.
Hopelessness can creep up on you when you least expect it. And no one is exempt from it. No one. When you listen to those little suggestions about yourself that is demeaning and negative – hopelessness and despair can set in. Those things are all lies because God thinks so much more of you. He sees you in a totally different way – the way He made you to be. You are everything to Him.
Well, you may be surprised how hard that is to believe about yourself. Oh, we all believe that we should love our neighbors as ourselves – but most of us do not love ourselves. Therefore we do not love our neighbors. OH! Sorry. Ouch.
Well, today at one of the meetings, a nice man from Indiana (I think) wanted to pray with me when we were asked to pair up and pray and encourage each other. He told me a story of something that happened to him as a very young boy. He felt he should tell me this story and then related it to me and how God feels about me. Wow. It is so amazing how a simple childhood story that happened to someone else can have a wonderful impact on another! It did just that. Impacted me and put a big warm fuzzy smile on my face!
Get close to Jesus, listen to the heart of God. Take the time to really listen and know that what He longs for from you is to just love on you and spend time with you. He knows you best.
www.bobhartley.org for more info on Deeper Waters (and check out the team members – you’ll see me)
I have the best memories of going to see the horses in the field across the street from our neighborhood. My dad would take my brother and I and I loved it. I was very young but those giant creatures with the deep intriguing eyes were calling me. My father would tell me that I had chestnut coloured hair just like the chestnut mare in the pasture. That meant the world to me.
My father passed away young but my brother would take me to the stables now and then. I loved it. The man who lived in the stables and cared for the horses was a kind man named Congo Jones. The only thing I feared were the Chinese chickens that seemed to run in circles absently. They were creepy.
I’ve only sat on a horse a few times in my childhood. I dreamed of riding. My favorite TV show was National Velvet. I use to ride my imaginary horse to the bus stop and tie her up to a bush until I got off the bus at the end of the day. If I walked with a friend I just “secretly” untied my horse and she walked behind me.
I never stopped dreaming of riding a horse (don’t worry, I gave up the imaginary one many years ago). And I want to tell you to never give up your dreams no matter how big or how small because at my age of 59 I met a young lady who offered to give me riding lessons in exchange for cooking lessons! Yes, it’s true. I had one lesson so far on the back of Pochantos and my friend learned to make lasagna. I can’t wait to get on that horse again. The smell of a horse barn is sweet to my senses and I want to learn it all. I’ll even clean a stall!
I believe that this thing I have for horses is a gift from God. Don’t give up, beautiful dreamer.
My husband and I and our sons and several friends all decided to get a tattoo as a reminder of someone we all love and lost a few years ago. One of our sons designed the tattoos and they have a very special meaning.
Recently, we met a couple who spend 1/2 of every year in an African nation. They knew the story of our “family tattoo” and commented that in the nation they live the local tribes have their own tattoo that represents their specific tribe. They viewed our tattoos as our family tribal tattoo. This made us feel really good about our “mark”.
Well, today, my husband and I were in a prayer meeting and a team member prayed for us just because they felt they should. They covered several things with the Lord and then they simply said we were the “Butterfly People”. That put big smiles on our face because the tattoos our son designed are butterflies and this person who prayed has no idea of the meaning of our “markings” and may not even know that we all have one.
Those seemingly “little” things that God puts in our mouths to say at the right moment of each day are awesome! Lord, use me.