No I don’t! Ha ha, had you there for a moment, didn’t I?
Really, I wish I did have people to help me with all my stuff… there’s too much, and nowhere for it to go.
Bottom line is… money! Doesn’t it always?!
There just isn’t any easy way for an unseen no one, such as myself, to sweet talk a stranger into seeing what I see… let alone back me, in my literary endeavors.
Oddly, God just keeps whispering, Just keep writing it. Nothing is impossible for ME!”
So, while I may not have the best skills at managing my own time, I fully trust and believe that my heavenly father is giving me a hope and a future… I’ll bet my soul on it! I can take the risk, as I’ve a Jesus card to trump all the others!
Just sayin…
Here, have a cookie…
They’re never too hard to swallow, and that takes a lot of work, my friends.
I basically copied and pasted last years Monday Message in here, this morning. Why? Because nobody participated last time… and it was a really good idea, that’s why!
I’m serious, guys and gals… come on, pretty please…for me? I think this could be really fun, and let’s face it, I think we all need something bright to focus on right now. Wouldn’t you agree?
So, here goes… when at first you don’t succeed, try try again (or so I’ve heard):
Well… November is well upon us, and I am setting the stage for our upcoming events. I mentioned before that I wanted to do a Virtual Holiday and I am bringing it up again. I am giving everyone until Thanksgiving to come up with a Christmas Wish List for themselves and put it in the comments anywhere on my site, that is, if you wish to participate.
Anyone wishing to participate can simply use their Christmas Day Post to reveal what they got peeps from those lists… your post is yours so you can present your gifts anyway you wish. It is virtual so the sky is the limit! I thought it would be so beautiful to have the Reader covered with gifts and sharing all across WordPress. Be there or Be SQUARE!
Without fail, whenever God inspires me to write a thing for His purpose… this child gets hammered with adversity! Every distraction the enemy thinks might pull me away from my task, rises from out of thin air, it seems.
You know how I’ve been gushing about how wonderful and peaceful it’s been, during this phase of homeless hotelling? I think I may have let my guard down, what with all the fluffy white pillows and complimentary services.
Three different times, during my finishing touches on an important piece of writing, housekeeping staff walked into our room, as if we’d already checked out! Finally, we locked the door and went back to our activities. I kid you not, literally within less than two hours of publishing the first episode of Matters of the Heart, our room phone buzzed. When I answered it, the woman at the front desk stated that we were supposed to have checked out, and left. After briefly explaining that as far as we were aware, we were expected to stay until the end of November, she said that she would confirm it and call me back. She never did.
As of yet, no one has said a word to us, so I can assume they corrected any confusion on their end. However, the damage had already been done! From the moment I answered that phone call, my whole system did an emergency evac!
Both Fibro and IBS have fully left the reservation, and have been running across the prairie, throwing spears around willy nilly!
My sleep is fully upended itself, leaving me exhausted, sore and incredibly nauseous. No amount if lidocaine patches and hot showers will appease Fibro, and she has full on attacked IBS with a vengeance!
Do I regret publishing the first part of a series I feel led to write? Absolutely not! Will I push ahead… oh yes!
Satan hates it when we do, or say, anything that might further the kingdom of God… and if I make the creature feel agitated, frustrated, angry or most assuredly, very scared… I’m in!
I am so sick and tired of being swayed by fear over that which God has already had a firm handle on, from the beginning!
With every word that I type for God’s purpose, I wish to think on things as Paul did… he counted it all JOY!
My barnyard babies aren’t the only ones struggling with things they don’t fully understand, so perhaps that is why I discovered Nugget, one of the little dreamers, snuggled within my sock drawer the other morning.
Sometimes, solace comes in different shapes and sizes… God always knows what we need. For me, today I shall take solace beside the sea with a friend…
Not only do I not wish to do any re-living at this moment, but I wouldn’t wish any of my life on any other human being!
I hear so many folks talk of what they would do differently if they were to go back in time, but as much as I don’t want to go back… I also wouldn’t trade it for any amount of money!
The me that you see today is a priceless gem, cut from the hardest of stone. I am a blade made of iron, shaped through both fire and ice for tempering… I am a chosen child of God!
Has it been difficult, exhausting and painful, yes!
Have I had to walk through life as an outsider… an outcast? Yes! Most often, I am simply misunderstood by those that surround me.
Have I done any of this alone? Nope!
Whether good, bad or in between… all of it was foreseen by the one who knew of my very birth, before the foundations of the earth had ever come to be…
The path I now walk is a combination of many things, much of what I brought on myself along the way. By revisiting the old me, doing or saying a thing any different than I did the first time around, could possibly undo a lesson that was vitally necessary for my walk with God, at this moment in time. No thanks!
I love the me that I am now, so, as they say… There’s no going back, There’s no better time than the present, or even better yet,
“Therefore be ye also ready: for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of Man cometh.” (Matt. 24:42–44.) May we heed this warning given by the Lord and get our houses in order and be prepared for the coming of the Lord.
I’ll not waste time looking back, but instead, I shall be ever watchful for His return. I think that is a far better idea, with far better rewards, than re-living any single moment of my earthly life.
I’m not falling for the banana in the tailpipe, WordPress Rollaprompt…
If all I could think of last time was Fabio getting hit in the face by the duck, how could I have possibly seen anything more memorable to fascinate me, in such a short period of time?
I think that the reason I refused to be serious the last time I was asked about historical events, was because it felt rather depressing to write about history, when no one seems to be learning from it!
Media has warped and tainted so much of humanities actual history, seeking the truth is like navigating through the sewer, in my personal opinion.
So, unless I was there on the scene to actually witness it, I don’t really feel like writing about it. I write about God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit nearly every day, though few will believe, but if only one does… then its far more valuable to write on those things, which my faith leads me to believe to be the truth.
I wish to take you on a journey into the depths of the human heart, through the eyes of traveler…
Though the traveler will often be seen as myself, at any given time it could be anyone, really. The reason for this is to allow freedom of perspective; pointing no fingers, nor assigning any blame. I seek to be as transparent as possible, therefore, its quite appropriate to use myself as an example, so long as I do it in love and with good fruit in mind.
Why, you ask yourselves, would she share such deep emotions, for all to see? Well, I’ll tell you why… because, like it or not, YOU are my family… you’re it, guys and gals. No, this isn’t sorry time, so lift your chins up! This is my choice, my chosen path, as lovingly directed by my DAD! You know, the big guy upstairs!
I will mostly be using my own journey, taking you with me on a walk, of sorts, through the last two years of God’s redemptive love ,and healing transformation. In truth, He has had to rebuild me… from the ground up! I’m free to openly and candidly share this recent part of my journey, as it doesn’t compromise any writings from my autobiography, which is still resting in the vault. I will undoubtedly touch on the many faceted reason that it’s still in there, but for now let’s just say that God asked me to write it, but has yet to give it back to me… so there’s that, lol!
Anyway, back to this new series. If I see you as my family, then you deserve my love, my devotion, my efforts and my fellowship… yes, I said fellowship! I need it from you, just as much as my words reach out to hug your hearts, when I click that Publish button. Now don’t panic! I’ll not ask a single thing more from you than you’re already doing, my sweet friends. Why not, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you why. As I may have mentioned in the past, I feel this world on an empathetic plane of existence, you see. Just by reading through your blogs, and conversing with you, this girl gets hit by waves of your emotions! Some might think this a curse, but it kept me alive all those years ago, allowing me to sense danger quickly and fueled my fight or flight reflexes. While there were a great many years of struggle to understand and navigate my own heart, this empathy has been shaped and molded by the very hand of God… just in the last two years, point in fact!
It has come down from my Father, directly, that it’s time to share what He has done for this broken, fallen, and ugly mess, and yes I said ugly… because that’s what I felt like on the inside for most of my existence, and what one feels like on the inside always finds its way into the light. So, yes, when I began to really change two years ago, your hearts would break to view the actual shape I was in… it wasn’t pretty, I can assure you! That being said, I want to show you the journey God has led me on, as He removed my bitter blinders, flushed out all of poison within my heart, and gave me new eyes…both literally, and figuratively!
So, ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be setting aside the cookie plate on these episodes, which will post each Thursday. Grab a cup of coffee, pad your posteriors, and check your presuppositions at the door! As we travel through the arteries that weave throughout the human heart, look only to see the life-giving waters that flow, mixed with the blood sacrificed to redeem it! We’ll be diving deep, so bring a tissue or two, if you tend to cry like I do.
Don’t worry… remember, I said this was all meant to bear good fruit, so only that which is edifying will be shared. Besides, this has been an incredible journey and I wish to share it with you, so as to reflect Gods miraculous and Perfect Love!
Look!!! Corporate has issued Eustace his very own office!
He took a coarse on Hump Day Therapy, and got a degree and everything! We’ve hung it on his office wall, so you’ll have to go in there if you wish to check his credentials.
If you haven’t read it yet, corporate released the camels big news in this weeks newsletter… it shows him with his instructor, as he received his diploma!
Ok, just to make sure nobody misses out on it, I’ve clipped the picture from the article and added it below:
“One of my finest students,” remarked Professor Makeyoufeelbetter, as he signed Eustace’s Diploma.
I never thought he would graduate so fast, in fact, it seems like only yesterday that he grew his first hump….. (sniffles, and then blows into a tissue).
Nobody says it better than Willy Wonka, in my humble opinion. If you don’t watch at least a smidge of this video, then there’s something wrong with you…
I’m just teasing!
Seriously though, anyone whose ever seen the movie will most likely remember this song.
If anyone were to ask me at this moment, “Wiwohka, where do you come up with all the silly stories, ditties and adventures that you write about?”, I’d say Willy Wonka, for certain!
Why? I’ll try to explain…
Much of my childhood felt like a Quintin Tarentino version of young Charlie, from the movie…
How, then, did I go from that small, frightened and angry little girl, to the me that you see upon these pages? You guessed it… Willy Wonka!
I think that I desperately needed a safe place to rest, both mentally and emotionally, so when I watched Willy Wonka for the first time, I was hooked! Within my imagination, I could still believe that there was good in the world, somewhere…
I began to build a space within my tiny frame, where I could do, be or feel any way I wanted… and no one could take that away from me. In a way, I believe that God used my childlike imagination to preserve my sanity, during the most traumatic of beginnings.
And, somehow, from within that child’s imaginative heart, came the writer you see before you, now.
This is the only way I can express what it’s like to be a kid at heart, at least my version of it…
Journey With Me! 