Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The Devil Made Me Do It

      For years I have been blaming every odd thing in my life on my unique personality. (That is a nice way to say I am a little mentally unbalanced). For example, when I am cranky and irritable I must have PMS.  When I am bossy and controlling this is because I come from a large family and they needed direction. (I have 3 brothers need I say more)  When I am weepy it is because no one understands me because I am perfect. (we all know that's true)
     This past 2 weeks Tim has been preaching on spiritual warfare and the light has come on in my life.  I see where the father of lies has kept me right where he wanted.  Lie #1: You are an emotional women and something must be wrong with you. Lie#2: If you do not take charge everything and everyone will fall apart.  Lie #3: You are perfect and you don't need anyone else. These are Lies, Lies and more Lies.
     After his second sermon the flood gates were open.  All the way home from church we talked about how that the Lies had overshadowed the life and ministry God had called us.  I would like to say that we are super spiritual and we bowed our heads right there in the car and gave it all to God.  Well, we are not that biblical. I am the women that walks around the house saying out loud ,"NOPE YOU AREN'T WINNING THIS ONE." "THAT IS NOT TRUE." "GET OUT OF HERE SATAN." (Be careful when you say that last statement, Tim thought I was talking to him.)
     Yesterday I met with a group of ministers wives to discuss upcoming events in the state.  As the meeting went on the lies started pounding on me: You shouldn't have said that. Why are you so goofy?  Why aren't you as deep as these other ladies? You shouldn't even be here. STOP, STOP, STOP ,GET BEHIND ME SATAN.
     The war is on... And boy am I a fighter because I know who is going to win. My God reigns and is stronger then the ruler of this earth. I know that the Father made me for a purpose and that He will work his purpose through me.  I know that Jesus died to destroy the evil one.  I know that I am a child of God and that no one can take me out of his had.    I know  that I am "fearfully and wonderfully made," (Psalms 139-14)
     This week stay alert and fight the war with me. Pray and ask the Spirit to help you. Claim the word of God.  Do not be deceived. Shout "I am God's and you can't have me."

"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that you may have life, and have it to the fullest." John 10:10


Monday, February 20, 2012

Tim's Valentine

     Tim came in the other day and asked, "Since I did so well on the Chirstmas present do I have to buy you a Valentines present?" I let him know he never has to buy me a gift; he gets to buy me wonderful gifts. That went over like a lead balloon. Anyway, I told him instead of a gift, I would like for him to write me a love letter. I had been going through some old papers and came across a letter he had written me while we were in college. I knew he would be great at it.     I was so excited to recieve my letter. It was two pages long. I loved it. Of course, I had to write a letter of my own. I felt like we were teenagers passing notes in school. As I read my letter, I began to realize how much life we have had experienced and what this big man means to me. Comparing the letter from college with the new one, I could see how much we have grown. It seems, the longer two people are together the more you take each other for granted; forgetting what you mean to each other.  It was great to see what I meant to someone in print. Love letters are great!!
     You do realize we have the most wonderful love letter at our finger tips? The Bible is written for each one of us. When we read it, we are reminded of how precious we are to Him. That He loves us enough to make the greatest sacrifice on our behalf. And it is all in print. Read it you will be amazed.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that who ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting life.
John 3:16  

Monday, February 13, 2012

Goodbye Negative Nelly

      I have heard that your true personality comes out the older you get. So if you are turned toward a positive outlook in your personality; you will be one of those wonderful senior adults who everyone loves to be around. If you are turned more to the gloomy side of life; you will be one of those senior adult that people run from.
     I have to say right now that I am not a senior adult. But, I am headed there faster then I want to be. I have the feeling that I will tend to lean to the gloomy side. My family has already nicknamed me "Negative Nelly".  What is bad I don't even know when I am doing it.
      I was at school the other day and here came all these negative thoughts flying in my head. (Glad I am not Johnny's mother!) Then I head to church on Sunday and here come those thoughts again. (Boy this room is to hot why can't they control things around here better? Only if I was in charge!!) You get how it works. If you have been around me, these thoughts have been flying out of my mouth! Lord help me!
     I began to search out a cure for this disease. I would like to say I found a cure for getting old but that didn't happen. I would like to say that someone waved a magic wand over me and now I am all rosie sweet. That did not happen either. Here is what I came up with. What ever we put in is going to come out. It is a choice. If we fill our life with good things then we will see the good. If we fill our life with the negative we will see the negative.
     I am starting this week on a new journey. Every time my mind wanders to the dark side, I am going to fill it with the Word God has given me. Hopefully, I will be able to banish the 'Negative Nelly' living in this Old Body.

Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable-if anything is excellent or praiseworthy-think about such things. What ever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me - put it into practice. 
Philippians 4:8-9

Monday, February 6, 2012

My Grandma is Better Then Yours

     I am sitting here in the peace and quiet of my living room. Now you may not think that is a big deal but it is. You see Gage came to visit Big Papa and Nana G. this week. My living room looks like a big toy box has exploded and Sesame Street has been running continually. But at this moment I am enjoying this wonderful thing called nap time.
     These past few days have been a  little sentimental to me. I have had my grandmothers  on my mind. My grandmothers were very different from each other. My Grandma Standridge was a real lady. She had a gentle quiet spirit. She was very giving, and knew how to host a wonderful tea party. She would take my cousins and me shopping and then we would put on a fashion show for my Grandpa. While Tim and I were serving in our first church, ten miles from Grandma, she would show up with groceries for this poor pastor's family. She would say, "A preachers wife should look like a preachers wife. Your congregation should be proud to introduce you as their pastor's wife."
     My Grandma McDowell is a different story. Those who knew her would say that I get my personality from her. There wasn't a quiet bone there. She always had a joke or funny story to tell. When I had a baby she showed up at the hospital wearing huge yellow sunglasses and a cowboy hat. She loved being outside enjoying nature; walking or riding bikes. She had a dance in her step and a song going on the piano. She would quote a scripture and ask a question and you would leave her house trying to figure out the answer.
    My grandmothers were remarkable ladies. I miss them very much. There were a couple of things they did have in common. For one thing they both loved me.(I am so lovable) They both had a passion and love for their Lord. You felt this passion when you were with them. Whenever I was with these ladies I learned many things about walking the Christian walk. From serving the home bound with Grandma Standrige to loving your family when difficult things come along with Grandma McDowell. They could both quote scripture and did it frequently. They left a legacy I will never forget.
     To this day, if I have a hard time going to sleep at night, I take a mental walk through Grandma Standridges house and  by the time I make it to her bedroom and back to the garage door I am sawing logs.
     Well, I hear a little voice calling me from the other room so I know that nap time is over. I leave you with one thought. What kind of Grandma are you? (Or will you be in the future?) I hope my grandchildren remember I loved them, but more important, I hope they know that their grandma had a passion for the One who could save them.

"Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all." Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Proverbs 31: 29-30 

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Why do I blog???

     Several months ago I entered the blogging world.  I made a commitment to blog once a week. I started all of this to promote my speaking. I guess I was hoping that someone would see how witty and spiritual I am and ask me to speak. (LOL) But, I hit one snag I am not a big writer. Someone asked me once to write a book and I informed them that my book would only have one page.  The one page in my book would say "TURN OR BURN".  I believe that says it all.
     As the weeks have gone by it has become more to me.  It has become a time when I set down and allow the world to stop a minute so that I can put my thoughts down. It has become a time of prayer as I ask God to give me a thought for the week ahead.  It has been an English lesson as I try to correct my grammar.(HaHa) It has been a time of opening up my very public private world. (You would only understand that last comment if you are a ministers wife).
     It is a very humbling process to write your words and never know if anyone will ever read them. To be honest I had never read a blog until I started this one. You send your words out into cyber space and pray that God would have the person who needs it open it that day. ( Most of the time I realize I am the one who needed it the most).
     Anyway, I say all this to say that we are to be faithful to do what He has called us to do and He will be faithful to take care of the rest. I am being faithful to write and He will be faithful to have the right person read it. (Even if it is just this crazy preachers wife)

Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.  And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds.
Hebrews 10:23-24