Do The Next Right Thing

Over the last few months I have been watching the Jill and Jessa Counting  On specials and now the series.  Jill and Jessa airs Tuesday nights on TLC.  I have been touched by Anna Duggar’s statement to “Do the next right thing.”Anna says she got it from a  pastor.  It is such a wise piece of advice.

So many people tell us to live day by day but in reality sometimes that is too much to comprehend.  We have to go on a moment by moment bases.  We must choose our actions and reactions carefully.   Additionally, as Christians we are held responsible for our very thoughts.  Those that do not line up with Him we have to hold captive.

Anna has handled her situation with such grace.  She has been hurt yet she continues to rely on God for her strength.  She is allowing herself to be healed by her creator.  She shows such wisdom for her years.  Please join me in praying for this example of how to live life more peacefully.

Of course as often happens when a saying gets me thinking a poem ends up forming in my head.

  • Mother’s Prayer
  • Lord please let me do the next right thing
  • No matter what life may bring
  • I have to leave a legacy
  • for my girls and boys
  • I want them to look back and see
  • that no matter what the situation
  • Mom made the right choice.
  • It is important for them to know
  • I made each decision
  • with the one Who loves us so
  • Amen

 

The Keys to Forgiveness

It has been a while since I have written a blog.  I took time off for family and then it seemed as if we all took turns fighting something.  A family in our church had a sudden loss.  I thought my next blog would be the poem that has been floating in my head since then.  However, last week I was asked by a family member how I had managed to forgive my abuser.  That thought and the answer to it has been rolling around in my brain since.

I have always told people if you want to forgive someone you have to begin praying for him/her.  I know it is not easy but hey what Jesus did for us was not easy and His word tells us we must forgive to be forgiven.

This last week I realized there was another component that I had forgotten about.  You see in my memory I had completely forgotten the first step I had to take.  I had to realize first that God loves me and is in control of my life.  However, we live in a fallen world and people make bad choices daily.  Before I got to the point I could pray for someone else I had to pray for forgiveness of my sins and healing for myself.

I then had to cling to the verse you see posted on this blog and my social media accounts.  I firmly believe that what Satan intended for evil God can and does use for good.  It amazes me the times I have been told that words I have spoken or written have touched others lives.  It is all God.  He knows our pasts and our future.  He directs our presents when we allow him to.

So today my readers if you are still struggling to forgive I ask you have you taken the steps necessary.  The keys are in your hands but you must use them.  Remember all have sinned and that includes you.  The power you receive when you take the step of repentance is wonderful.  Next concentrate on His word and his promises.  Find the verse that speaks to your heart.  Meditate on it and believe in it.  Then pray for the salvation of your abuser and you will feel a weight lifted off of your shoulders.  With these keys you can unlock a door that leads to peace and comfort.  You may still have bad moments, days or even weeks but cling to his promises and that will get you through them.

 

Forgiving Yourself

Over the last few weeks I have felt led to do a series on forgiveness.  So I started the series the other day.  I was talking to someone, who I wanted to share the series with someone she had mentioned.  It was then I found out that the friend I was talking to was a victim of rape herself.  She said, “Maybe this is for me.”  I told her I don’t know but remember God loves you.  He can use this for His glory.

With that being said, today I am going to talk about false guilt and false shame.   Those are some psychological terms that basically mean it was not your fault and you have no reason to be ashamed.  If you have heard these terms before I pray today you let your head tell your heart that you were innocent.  If you have never seen them before please heed them now.  It does not matter how you dressed or if you went to his home.  It further does not matter if it was someone you knew or a stranger.  Nor does it matter if you were a child or an adult.  IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT.

People often call a lie a falsehood.  We know who the father of lies is.  So today I want you to know these false emotions you are feeling are lies straight from the devil himself to keep you from moving on and living the life God has in store for you.

For years I blamed myself for the molestation of the person, who was later abused by my abuser.  I tormented myself with the thought that the person in my nightmare might have done something to other children.  It was after the prayer I talked about the other day I truly started to heal.

Then I had to learn to forgive myself for something that was not my fault.  Today my readers I want you to understand that forgiveness of others and especially yourself is the best gift you could ever receive.

I will not tell you it is easy.  However, we serve a God, who covers us in His grace and through Him we can do what the world thinks is impossible.  Today I want you to concentrate on these words.  You are a child of God created with a purpose formed in your mother’s wombs to worship and serve the only living God.  The fact that He allowed you to be abused does not mean you are not loved.  It means instead that He loves you so much your pain is breaking His heart and He wants to heal it.  By His stripes we are all healed.  He was broken for the wounded and wounded for the broken.  You can do all things through Christ and that includes getting over this trauma.  Get his word and get on your knees.  Fill yourself so full of him that the enemy can not whisper one lie in your ear.  If you have not found a church yet I urge you find one.  K LOVE radio station has a number you can call for prayer.  Prayer Requests: (800) 525-LOVE (5683)  Most important remember that God can use evil for good.  Today’s test will be tomorrow’s testimony.

 

Finding Peace Through Forgiveness

“Shh,”he whispered.  Married people do this but it is okay because we love each other.  Don’t tell anyone.  She looked at the light bulb dangling from the ceiling.  The light hurt her eyes.  So she turned to the green wall.  That was how she started a day she would never forget.

She woke up gasping for breath.  Then the tears started.  She tried to stop crying.  When that would not work, she tried to muffle the sound.   However, they were like a fountain that would not stop.

There was a knock at the door.  She heard  Pamela calling out, “Essie are you okay?”  She could not answer.  The door opened and Pammie came in.  She sat on the bed and put her arms around her Ester.  She said, “Essie what is wrong?  Talk to me.”  Ester could not speak.  The tears would not allow it and even if they had she could never tell her sister about the dream she had woken from.

How could she ever tell her sister that her mind had just played a cruel trick on her?  In the hours of sleep when she was resting from all the final exams and graduation activities, she had had a nightmare about what she thought was her favorite brother doing things to her as a small child.  Surely it could not be a memory.  If it was than the fuzzy face in that dream was not him.  It was NOT Paul.  It had to be a trick of some kind.

She finally got the tears to stop and they went about their day.  Pammie would ask her a few times about what had caused the crying spell but she would never tell her anything more than a  nightmare.

She blocked out the dream and went about her life.  A few times the memory of that nightmare came up and she would stuff it down.  Once when she was in a parent child group, there was a time set aside for adult group work.  Others in the group were telling about their traumatic childhoods and she mentioned the dream.  The councilors told her it was most likely a repressed memory.  However, if she wanted to know for certain she should be hypnotized.  She opted not to do that since she had enough painful memories without stirring more up.

She did not think about it any more for years.  It was too painful and she had a child to raise.  She went to college after her son, Jesse was in school.  It was tough being a single parent and a college student but she had her parents’ help.  They watched him while she was in class and her mother would help him with his school work as she was doing hers.  She took Summer classes to get her education quicker since she was having such a late start.  She was studying to be a Social Worker.  She took classes that would go towards her Bachelors degree as electives  as well as ones that would qualify for various certifications.

Her life got thrown off course with her mother’s illness but her dad was still there to watch her son if he got off the bus before her.  She she plugged on.  She did her associate’s work in a year and a half.  She was set to graduate with that degree but decided not to march since she was going on to do the Bachelor’s level and she did not want to march without her mother there to watch.  Then right after Mothers day her mother died.  Eventually, she would have to put her schooling on hold again.  Since she was not caring for her son, watching over her dad’s medicines and doctor’s appointments as well as her brother’s, who had recently been diagnosed with adult onset Muscular Dystrophy.  Her plate was full.

She became a personal care attendant through her brother’s care taking agency.  She got married.  Then the nightmare came back.  She placed a call a to the person that she thought was in the dream.  She told him about the dream without telling him she suspected him.  His first statement was,  “I know it was not John.”  She thought it was strange that was his reaction.  Then he said, “I guess you will never know unless you get hypnotized.  Of course he knew she would not do that.  Then he said, “I wonder how I am going to explain to Shelly why I have been on the phone so long.”  Ester told him it was okay to tell Shelly.

After the call she prayed a prayer that saved her sanity.  She asked the Lord to give her a peace that even if Paul was the one in the dream that he had not molested anyone else.  Ester asked God to put the dream behind her.  She did not bury again.  Instead she asked for help in forgiving whoever it was in that memory.  God gave her peace that passes all understanding.  When that nightmare comes back to her now, she has no fear that he molested someone else.  You see forgiveness is truly the gift we give ourselves.  We have to forgive to be forgiven.  Sometimes you have to give grace to those who refuse to ask for it.

 

 

 

Count Your Blessings

I want to apologize to my faithful readers for not getting anything out last week.  I was told years ago that some one felt the emotion behind my poem Freedom is Not Free.  That is because everything I write comes straight from my heart.  When I force myself to write when my heart is not in on it, it is usually no good.  It seems as if I have to be crying and writing something that makes you all cry as well for it to be any good.

At the beginning of last week I called my friend to check on her.  You all remember my friend from the blog on miscarriage I am sure.  A few weeks ago she was over the moon because she was pregnant again.  The joy was short lived.  Every spare moment I have had the last week has been spent praying for her and asking the Lord to comfort her family.

Now I am ready to write the blog that has been on my heart since before this last miscarriage. It will be about the blessings God has given us.  I challenge you to do the same.  Write a list of blessings for every day in November.  Things that you can not buy in a store.   We all know that His hand supplies our every need so things like food, clothes and shelter of course we are thankful for but they won’t be on my list.

  1. God’s gift of salvation.  “In that while we were yet sinners He died for us.”  The knowledge that we will see our loved ones again in heaven if we have sought Him out is such a comfort.
  2. That we have the honor of going to him in prayer is such an awesome thing.  Sometimes that is what gets us through the dark hours and often times it is all we can do for loved ones.
  3. The Bible is such an awesome gift.  It is full of comfort and wisdom.  Do not forget your daily bread.
  4. In America we have the right to attend church services of any denomination.  If you don’t have a home church yet I urge you to find one.  TV preachers are good but fellowship with like minded believers is vital.
  5. Now I am going to start counting family members.  My mom is the first person, who I thank God for.  She was not perfect.  NO parent is.  However, she taught me to pray and read my Bible.  She had me in church at four days old.  In fact I have been teased for spoiling her perfect attendance record.
  6. My father worked hard all his life to provide for his family.  He was always there with wisdom or to rescue one of us.  He may not have remembered birthdays but when your brakes went out he would come quick to save the day.
  7. Most of my readers will have memories of grandparents that were blessings in their lives that they are grateful for.  As the menopause child of a menopause child I did not have that privledge.  I did however grow up hearing stories and I look forward to meeting my forefathers in heaven.
  8. Now I will talk about my gratitude for my siblings.  I could cheat and knock a few off the list right now by naming each sibling.  Instead I will say my brothers and sisters.  I am so thankful for brothers that spent part of their teen years hauling younger siblings around.  They took us trick or treating, to the movies, roller skating and to church.  They did it without complaint.
  9. My sisters well they are the best.  One helped me get my drivers license.  Another taught me office skills.  The other has been a prayer warrior and an ear to listen.
  10. I have a husband that goes to work every day.  He can fix pretty much anything that brakes down.
  11. My children are a gift.  My son has taught me that some times we just have to let God have his way.  If you are reading this and kicking yourself for the way your children are acting, I will tell you what I told a friend the other day.  Sometimes you have to let go and let God.  Don’t stop talking to your child.  Don’t stop praying but stop punishing yourself for a past you can not change.  We all make mistakes.  Cling to the promise that if we raise them in the Lord they will return to Him.
  12. My daughter is so different from her brother.  I change the names of folks in my blogs to protect the innocent and the guilty.  However, I will share with you all that her real name is Faith.  I wanted to give her such a strong Biblical name that she could not out run it.  She teaches me daily about God.  Whenever, she gets to acting up a reminder of making God happy usually brings her around.  She is only seven though and still learning.  She has been taught that her name has two meanings.  We believe in a God we can not see, who is forever faithful to us.  He never leaves us nor forsakes us.
  13. I have a mother in law that is a prayer warrior.
  14. My pastor preaches the Word and lives by it.
  15. Our church has stuff for children every service.
  16. We also have many Bible study groups through out the week in addition to two services on Sunday and still an evening service on Wednesday nights.
  17. Our Sunday school class is a place to confide in and pray for each other while we study His word.
  18. The teacher and his wife are available for advice or a ride when a car is broke down.
  19. My preschool class is full of kids, who love to pray and study the Bible.
  20. My daughter’s teachers at church have helped her learn so much.
  21. Our family is very grateful we are able to send Faith to a Christian school.
  22. Her teachers have a prayer in the morning before school starts where they pray for the day.
  23. A staff member holds the door open and greets every child with a smile in the morning.
  24. At dismissal they keep the children in out of rain, snow or just cold and stay outside themselves as they send children out to the cars.
  25. We have a PTF that starts and ends every meeting in prayer.
  26. Her school has had Veterans come in and teach the children what Veterans Day means.  She can tell you that we have freedom in this country that other places don’t because of the soldiers.  They salute the flag every morning.
  27. Her principal is a woman of God, who while she enforces the rules does so in love.  I have seen children giving her hugs at dismissal time.  Yes folks the principal comes out of her office at dismissal.  She knows every child by name.
  28. They have wonderful folks that come in a lead chapel once a week.
  29. I am so grateful for an English teacher, who taught me how to write essays and showed the different styles of poetry.
  30. The last thing on my list is the friends, who encouraged me to start this blog and you my dear readers.

 

Christians do not care about the color of the cup

I keep reading about how Christians are up in arms about the Starbucks coffee cup.  I want to let you all in on a little secret.  We don’t care about the color of the disposable container the high-priced beverage is being served in.  No one I know gives a hoot nor a holler about it.

The cup came out before Veterans Day.  Since our flag’s colors are red, white and blue I thought how appropriate it honors our military.  The next holiday to come is Thanksgiving.  The traditional colors for fall are yellows, oranges and red.  Therefore this throw away cup is timely for that occasion as well.  The so-called reporters, who started this whole thing forgot about those two holidays didn’t they?

How common is that?  As Americans they have so many freedoms they forgot about honoring those, who give us the right to the free speech they used to type up their lies.  Here in the USA you can invent a story and stand behind it all on the basis of free speech.

Thanksgiving has become so commercialized.  Now it is a day for shopping for gifts for a day that most have forgotten the meaning behind instead of a day to think back on things we have to be grateful to God for.  So many have forgotten that God’s hands supply our every need.  Reader there is not one thing you own that the Lord has not supplied you with.  I challenge you to trace your hands on a piece of paper and write one blessing in each finger as I did with my preschool class.  They would put you all to shame.  The filled their fingers and kept going.  One little 4-year-old is so thankful for food that he had me put forks, spoons and knives on his hand.  Two children were grateful for the mommies that help out in the class.  All the children said God.  Yes folks 3 to 5 year-olds know we all praise to Him.

Now I want to clarify Christmas for those left confused.  It is not about snowmen, Santa, presents, a day off work or anything but the birth of a baby born in a manger.  However, Jesus is not the cuddly little baby folks want to picture.  I know the word baby evokes sweet smells and the warmth of a child breathing on your neck as you hold it close.  Let me remind you that years ago God: the father, son and holy spirit had a conversation in heaven about how bad this world was becoming.  Jesus stepped forth to willingly come down here to save us.  He is not in a manger but seated back in heaven at the right hand of the father.  Red is the perfect color for a Christmas’ cup since that is the color of the bled Jesus shed for our freedom from sin.  We are bought with a price.  The cost was blood and it ran red on Calvary.  That is the message of Christmas.  In case you still don’t understand we do not care about the cup.

Please let me explain somethings that Christians are truly concerned about  We care about a media that is busy making up stories instead of reporting the ones that are already out there.  College students were murdered by a crazy person, who asked if they believed in God.  Those that said yes were shot to death.  Others were shot in non-vital spots.  Christians are being mocked and jailed for standing up for freedom of religion.  Cake bakers are being fined out of business for saying they will not go against their conscience.  Our government is allowing a bunch of Muslims to invade our country legally.  These folks want us dead.  That concerns us.  You bet your bottom dollar we care about that.  Teachers are trying to teach false religions to our children in public schools that we pay taxes for.  In some areas children are learning to read books about two dads or two moms.  We have a problem with that.  We can’t watch decent shows on television without advertisements for filthy programs or products popping up.  Stations now allow actors to use our Lord’s name as a cuss word.  Yep you bet that upsets us.  Good shows are continually taken off because they offend folks and allow garbage to take their time slots.  That really perturbs us.

However, as annoying as the list of our true concerns are we know that our God is in control.  See we have read the book.  We know that one day every knee will bow.  I pray if you are reading this that yours already have.  He is coming back.  There will be a day of judgement for those that have persecuted His people.  There will be a time when all hear either well done or depart.

Thank God that baby did not stay in a manger.  He willingly allowed himself to be beaten within an inch of His life.  Then He carried my cross on his bruised and bloody back.  Imagine the feeling of the slivers from the rough wood scratching at the bruises.  Once hung on the cross He looked out on to His creation that knew Him not and he said, “Father forgive them.”  That is what Christmas is about.  He is the reason for the season and the reason WE DO NOT CARE ABOUT THE CUP.

Freedom is Not Free

Today our church will honor the men of our church, who have served in every branch of the military.  I want to share a poem that I wrote as one of them was getting sent over to Iraq.  His only concern was for his mom and how she would deal with it.  It reminded me of the conversation I over heard my mother have with one of my sister-in laws during Desert Storm.  She asked mom how she handled it when my brother was in Nam.  Mom’s reply was this, “I never prayed so much or so hard as when my baby was in Nam.  I started this poem in my head on the way home and had it finished before evening service.

Freedom is Not Free

She hangs a yellow ribbon on her door   to remind her neighbors he does not live there anymore   The one she loves and has pledged to share her life with has gone off to war    She goes about her days as she has always done    Caring for her daughter and her son     Every now and then people ask her how her family’s been  She says okay

But what she really longs to say is He’s doing fine   I don’t know about me  You’ll never know the endless days and the sleepless nights   the longing to hold and be held tight    The countless prayers I’ve prayed that the Lord would bring him safely home to me    cause freedom is not free

A father ties a yellow ribbon on a tree   Where he used to watch his baby swing and play   He looks up to the sky   and wipes the tears from his eyes  As he begins to pray for his child’s safety   He asked the Lord up above    To protect the one he loves    Every now and then people ask him how his family’s been    He says okay

But what he really longs to say is She’s doing fine   I don’t know about me  You’ll never know the endless days and the sleepless nights   the longing to hold my baby tight   The countless prayers I’ve prayed that the Lord would bring her safely home to me    all her life I kept her safe now my baby is protecting me

We will never know what freedom cost the Holy Trinity   on that long ago day    when God the father had to turn his head away  as God the Son hung there on the cross   shedding His blood for the lost   and the sky turned black   while Jesus died to buy His children back   I’m curious to know if He was thinking way back then   as He gave His life for our sins    that freedom is not free

It was not free when Jesus shed his blood for you and me    freedom was not free   when Jesus died to give sinners victory There is a price for liberty    Jesus paid it all    No greater gift can any man give    than to lay down his life   that’s what Jesus did when he died to release sin’s captives   and save us from a life of strife   all because Freedom is not free

He Hung up his Helmet and Took Off His Boots

Followers of my blog may have figured out by now that there was a great deal of difference in age between my oldest sibling and I.  My brother was 25 when I was born.  I really did not get to know him as a child because he was off serving our country.  He was career Army through and through.  He moved back home when I was a teenager.  I remember this big man pick my mother up off the floor.  She turned around in shock and put her hands on his face.  All she said was, “My baby.”  I looked back and forth between him and his picture on the wall.  The clean-shaven face now had whiskers from the bus ride and his hair was a little longer but it was him.

He did not talk much or often about Vietnam but the shared a few stories.  When I was in high school and studying it in history I told him of a film strip we had seen and he said a movie could never capture the horror of poking your head up out of a tunnel and wondering if it would be blown off.  There was no way it could show the pain of watching your brother in arms die.  When I was in college, I learned more Vietnam veterans had died from suicide than the war.  Sorry we are not supposed to call it a war now.  I think my brother and his comrades risked their lives for a conflict.

The poem that follows I wrote after my big brother went on to be with the Lord and our parents.  I imagined my mother holding his face and saying, “my baby.”  It is funny how different days are harder than others.  Somehow not calling him on Veterans day is harder than his birthday or any other holiday.  I am so thankful for the relationship he had with the Lord.  I know from his testimony that as I type these words he is with our Savior.  In honor of him I will be using a green light on the 11th of Nov.  Will you please join me?

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I heard a man say once

I have nothing to fear

I am either going home or I’m going home

and getting out of here

I thought of those words

as I played that game no one likes to play

the waiting game

when all you can do is pray

He was waging a battle

he had fought many times before

after all he was a soldier

he knew how to fight the war

Years ago they told him

you will never walk again

but he proved them wrong

way back then

God gave him more time to leave a bigger legacy

He lived many more years

we cherish his memory

these are joy drops falling down our cheeks not tears

He hung his helmet up and took off his boots

because he does not need them any more

this soldier is done fighting

Today he is walking on heavens shore

Happy Halloween

I think I have written about every thing October is known for accept the subject even more dangerous to discuss than the Duggars.  Yes I am talking about Halloween.  Should the church include it our list of out reach opportunities?  Should we allow our children to participate in school activities surrounding it?  Should we turn off our porch lights and stay in or should we pass out tracts?  Every year the same questions come up.  Time and time again arguments ensue.

Might I make a few suggestions?  How about we as Christians seek God on the matter for His wishes for our own families.  Read your Bibles and pray asking God what His will is for you.  Don’t knock others for what their family chooses to do.  In my area there are Trunk or Treat opportunities at a few churches.  Our own church has one that my 7-year-old daughter and I participate in.  In fact she has never been Trick or Treating and loves planning her theme for each year.

One year she was given a hand me down squid costume.  She told me “I am going to do Day 6.”  I asked her what she meant and she said, “God made the squids and other fishes on day six.  We are doing Day 6 for Trunk or Treat.”  She was 4 and had been learning about days of creation through Ken Ham’s Answers in Genesis curriculum during Sunday school hour.  So Halloween night she passed out candy and tracts.  This is a tradition she looks forward too.

In fact when our huge SUV died and we found a bargain on a small model car her only comment was “How am I going to decorate that for Trunk or Treat?” LOL  The church let us move her decorations inside in the gym.  That year she picked the Wizard of Oz and we looked up verses to apply to each character.  For instance we found verses about bravery for the lion, ones on the mind of Christ for the scarecrow, and of course verses about hiding God’s word in our hearts for the tin man.  We equated the yellow brick road to the streets of gold and the home that Dorothy was looking for is heaven.  You see if you want to you can make anything about God.

One conviction of my husband’s is that we do not do Jack O’lanterns.  He has studied the history of that tradition and the evil behind it.  So instead our daughter is allowed to paint pumpkins and put stickers on them when she gets them on various field trips.  One time when she was very small our local Wal-Mart had a free pumpkin painting area set up.  She was painting away having the time of her life making a mess.

She was putting a rainbow on the pumpkin because Noah’s Ark is one of her favorite Bible accounts and she loves Wizard of Oz.  A stranger started asking her why she was not putting a face on her pumpkin.  Her reply to the lady was simply what she knew at the time “Dad says they are not good.  They are not about God.”  The lady then asked her what the rainbow had to do with Halloween.  She answered, “It is a sign of God’s promise and He always keeps his promises.  Everything is about God.  Don’t you go to church?”  At that point I don’t know who was shaking her head harder the lady with all the questions or my little girl, who just wanted to paint a pumpkin and could not figure out why an adult did not know what a rainbow represents.  I can tell you the Wal-Mart worker said good for her under his breath.

Of course the lady wanted to keep asking questions and at the point I put a stop to it.  I told her if she wanted to hear the particular reasons my husband has I was sure he would be willing to tell her about his research.  Once I got the lady away from my girl I told her I was proud of her for remembering daddy does not like Jack O’lanterns and for obeying.  I believe we have to catch our kids being good as well as bad.  I also told her that it is so good to remember everything is about God.  Readers my prayer for you is that you remember that this Halloween.  Satan tried to take a day that God made and use it for evil.  However, we as His people can take it back and use it to bring knowledge of Him to some, who might never step in a  church.

Pastor Appreciation Month

October also happens to be pastor appreciation month.  Have you thanked your pastor yet?  I myself have an awesome one.  He tells us all the time to test him against scripture.  If at any time he waivers from it throw him out.  He wants us in the word.  He is more than a preacher.  He is available in times of crisis for our church.  He is a student of the Bible and tells us that if we have a question about life we must find our answers there.  He speaks the truth unapologetically.  He has openly confessed his past life and even the mistakes he makes on a daily basis.  Some are shocked by that.  However, I see it as a testimony and encouragement for the rest of us.  If we can not speak in front of our brothers and sisters in Christ, we have no chance in this world.  He is always ready to pray over every tragedy and death that comes to our portion of the body of Christ.  He listens without judgement or condemnation to our failures.  Yet points us in the right direction.  My prayer for you dear readers is that you too have a pastor like mine.  Though they are so hard to find.  I wrote this anagram for him.  You have permission to borrow it for your pastor if you like.  God bless you all.

Prays without ceasing

Always there and available

Studies and shares the Bible

Truth teller

Open about his faults

Ready to listen