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Thursday, May 31, 2018

BUT GOD....

As a Christian, I look to the Bible and my relationship with Christ for consul, strength and help in times of trouble.  My daily Bible readings often cause me to pause and meditate on various promises in the Word. During a recent quiet time, the following verse stuck a cord within my heart.

“My Flesh and my Heart faileth, BUT GOD is the strength of my heart, and my portion forever.”  Psalm 73:26 KJV.

Here the psalmist acknowledges his struggles.  His heart is failing within him yet he goes on to say, “BUT GOD IS MY STRENGTH and MY PORTION FOREVER” (Italics added)

The psalmist was weary, yet he knew where his strength and provision could be found.  This strength is available to everyone.

When we lose the one closest to us and watch the last pile of dirt thrown on the grave, BUT GOD...

When our hearts are sick with worry over finances and just getting through the day, BUT GOD…

When our children are sick and we are alone to care for them, BUT GOD…

When the voice on the other end of the phone yells profanities and curses at us, BUT GOD…

When the roof is leaking, the pipes bursting and the furnace goes on the blink in the middle of winter, BUT GOD…

When we watch another friend say, “I DO” and we wish it were us, BUT GOD…

When we sit in the passenger seat as our teen learns to drive, BUT GOD…

When our kids refuse to call and seem to forget we exist, BUT GOD…

When we dread the mail because of another bill, BUT GOD…

When we lay in the ER or the Hospital room without our beloved’s hand to hold, BUT GOD…

When fear becomes our friend and worry our neighbor, BUT GOD…

When the light has gone out on our hopes and dreams, BUT GOD…

When we say goodbye and the last child flies out of the nest, BUT GOD…

When the alarm goes off and we wish we could stay in bed, BUT GOD…

When our arms ache and our back hurts from trying to keep up, BUT GOD…

When the pieces of our heart are shattered on the floor, BUT GOD…

When she walks down the aisle without her daddy, BUT GOD…

When the storms of life come in like a tsunami, BUT GOD…

Whether it be sickness, disease, finances, losses, loneliness or anything else this earthly life brings, remember BUT GOD!

BUT GOD:
He is out protector, our redeemer, our strength and our portion.
He fights our battles and brings victories even in the hard places of our life.
He is our portion and he shows us His love.
He overthrows the wicked who try to harm us and He is with us in the midst of all our storms.
He is our mediator and our inheritance.
He is faithful and strong showing mercy and grace.
He brings refreshment from unlikely places like he did for Samson when he needed it.

So when we are hit with the daily challenges of life, remember BUT GOD.

His Beloved Warrior Bride,

Johanna

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Surrender

Pebbles

Pebbles, my 8-year-old rescue dog, hates the sound of wind blowing, trees rustling and wind chimes dancing and singing in the breeze.  It was her fear and trembling that the Lord used to lead me to an answer regarding a serious situation.

Pebbles and I woke up one morning to cloudy skies and heavy wind gusts.  Knowing that she is scared of the wind, I went outside with her in hopes of reassuring her.  She stayed close and darted quickly toward the door to get back in the house.  As soon as I sat down, she jumped into my lap scared and shaking.  I gently covered her up with a blanket and nestled her close to me until her heart quit racing and she calmed down.  While holding her, Rich Mullins’ song, Hold Me Jesus began to play in my head.  “Hold me Jesus, I am shaking like a leaf, you have been King of my Glory, won’t you be my Prince of Peace.”

I pulled the song up on YouTube and began listening to it with tears trickling down my face.  I then broke into sobs when these lyrics were sung. “Surrender don’t come natural to me, I’d rather fight you for something I don’t really want to take what you give I need, and I’ve beat my head against so many walls, Now, I’m falling down, I’m falling on my knees.”

Right after I listened to that song, a YouTube video by Joyce Meyer popped up.  The video was on rejection.  Joyce talked about her decision to make huge changes in her life to the chagrin of many people close to her.  She went forward with the decision knowing it was from the Lord. 

Sometimes God’s reminder for us to surrender everything to Him comes in different ways.  He used a 17-pound mutt who was “shaking like a leaf” to get my attention and lead me on the right path.  I have surrendered it all to him, knowing that, “having been confident of this very thing, that He who did begin in you a good work, will perform it till a day of Jesus Christ.” Phil 1:6 young’s literal translation of the bible.

I am clinging to the words in this song and daily submitting to Him as I walk out this journey. 

The next time you are beating your head over and over again against the wall, perhaps these lyrics and this song will also help guide you to the answers you need.

Hold Me Jesus Lyrics by Rich Mullins.

Sometimes my life just don't make sense at all
When the mountains look so big
And my faith just seems so small

So hold me, Jesus, 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf
You have been King of my glory
Won't You be my Prince of Peace?

And I wake up in the night and feel the dark
It's so hot inside my soul
I swear, there must be blisters on my heart

So hold me, Jesus, 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf
You have been King of my glory
Won't You be my Prince of Peace?

Surrender don't come natural to me
I'd rather fight You for something I don't really want
To take what You give that I need
And I've beat my head against so many walls
Now, I'm falling down, I'm falling on my knees

And this Salvation Army Band is playing this hymn
And Your grace rings out so deep
It makes my resistance seem so thin

So, hold me, Jesus, 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf
You have been King of my glory
Won't You be my Prince of Peace?

I'm singing, hold me Jesus, 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf
You have been King of my glory
Won't You be my Prince of Peace?
You've been King of my glory
Won't You be my Prince of Peace?

His Beloved Warrior Bride,

Johanna
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Friday, December 22, 2017

Lost, Lonely, Forgotten, Free

“Lost” came to visit the day my beloved got his flight wings.  He appeared out of nowhere and began walking by my side.  I roamed from room to room walking into my beloved’s office.  I gently caressed his computer and his desk.   I carried one of his shirts inhaling the lingering fragrance.  The shirt remained tucked snugly under my arm while I quietly folded the clothes my beloved had worn when he took his last breath.  “Lost” walked in sequence with each step and mirrored my actions.  I walked in circles not knowing what to do, where to go or how to act.  “Lost” seemed to intrinsically understand my thoughts and feelings and introduced me to “Lonely.” 
“Lonely” perched on my shoulder.  She was dark, gloomy and had eyes of coal.  Once she settled on my shoulder, she immediately bent her knees and put her head down.  Tears tricked endlessly from her eyes, cascading down my arm.  Each time I tried to shake her, she would hold on tighter, clutching my shoulders until they ached.
“Forgotten” showed up shortly after friends and family said final goodbyes to my beloved.  I had to look closely to see her.  She was almost transparent, blending into the surroundings residing in the corner of the room.  Unexpectedly “Forgotten” pounded her fist on the floor, crying out violent harsh words about people, but no one heard her because she was “Forgotten.”
These uninvited guests began to get very comfortable in my home.  They brought with them tools that made the hole in my heart grow so big I almost resigned myself to live with them forever.
Days, weeks, months and years passed.  “Lost” seemed to silently fade into the background as I began to see a hope for the future.  He no longer walked beside me, clinging to me.  Eventually he slipped away almost unnoticed.
“Lonely” still clutched tightly to my shoulder refusing to let go.  She was determined to stay put.  The endless fountain of tears slipping down her face unto my shoulder made it difficult to go anywhere.  She ruined many invitations to go out and interrupted events I attended. 
On the other hand, “Forgotten” got tired of me pushing harder and harder to understand why others seemed to have gone on without me.  It was this determination and my recognition that people would not necessarily understand my feelings that led me to let go of the hurt and pain. Gone were the violent out cries and harsh words “Forgotten” use to speak.  Once she left, I could hear the songs of the birds and children’s laughter.  “Forgotten” had been so loud these precious sounds were hidden.
Daily meditations in the word led me to study Christ’s Suffering, John the Baptist alone crying in the wilderness, Ruth’s determination to follow Naomi and her God, and Esther’s boldness to go before the King to plead for the lives of her people.  The more I studied and prayed, the more revelation and understanding came of God’s Sovereignty and his deep love for mankind.  My heart no longer had the huge hole it in and “Lonely” was crying less.
One day I noticed “Lonely” was no longer bent over. She began changing before my eyes.  A metamorphosis was occurring, and I was a witness.  As her countenance went from black to a rainbow of color, I noticed tiny feathers beginning to appear.  Her arms changed into brilliant white wings covered with diamonds.  Her eyes turned from coal to the color of blue.  They began to radiate warmth and love.
In a blink of an eye, she took flight.  She had the strength of an eagle and the gentleness of a dove.  The diamonds danced upon her wings as she turned to flutter them one last time.  Her metamorphosis complete.  She was no longer “Lonely” she was “Free.”

His Beloved Warrior Bride,

Johanna

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Silent Sadness of the Widow Shopper!

This Took My Breath Away!
I enjoy walking through Hobby Lobby looking at plaques with scriptures and admiring beautiful Christian art. On one of my recent trips, my eyes were drawn to several pieces of art referring to marriage, love, and living “happily ever after.” Suddenly gripped with deep sadness and loneliness, a lump grew in my throat; my heart started racing, and tears threatened to fall. I took a couple of deep breathes, walked down a couple of more aisles, and left the store.

On my drive home, I began thinking about my experience in the store. The reality hit me that I did A LOT of window shopping during the months my beloved spent in hospitals and rehab centers because of complications of his quadriplegia.  My beloved lived 23 years with his disability; the last five years were riddled with hospitalizations, emergency room visits and lengthy Intensive Care stays.

During those many hospital stays, I took breaks while he slept and visited the gift shop, Hallmark Store, or other retail stores. Day after day and week after week my ritual included browsing the shops while he slept or received treatments of various kinds.

While browsing the shops, I thought about him, our time together, our children, grandchildren, and the blessing of being his wife.  I prayed and thanked God that my beloved was still alive after many life threatening infections; yet, I silently worried about the toll of being bedridden for months upon months had on his body.

It was not until my recent visit to Hobby Lobby did I realize the sadness stemmed from all of the pain bottled inside watching him slowly deteriorate before my eyes.  Each hospitalization, rehabilitation visit, or day stuck in bed dropped more sand into our hour glass of time together.  My grief was not coming out in words or actions.  It was tightly restrained and unrecognizable, numbed by window shopping.

Realizing the root of my sadness, I am determined to work through the emotions. I won’t minimize the sadness nor stop window shopping to avoid thoughts and memories of our time together. I will embrace it all and ride out the wave of memories, emotions, grief, joy, and sorrow.

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and binds our wounds.  I rejoice in knowing he is always there, just waiting for me to turn my face to Him as my healer and closest friend.

I cling to the verses below knowing He cares deeply for me.

Psalm 34:18 (NIV)
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit

Psalm 147:3 (NIV)
 He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

Joshua 1:9 (NIV)
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”

Matthew 5:4 (NIV)
 Blessed are those who mourn, for they WILL be comforted.
 


His Beloved Warrior Bride,

Johanna

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Hidden Treasures of a Life with Big Bertha!

Everywhere I go Big Bertha comes along.  She is my best friend, and I would be lost without her.  This morning I was thinking about the miles we have gone together.  I reflected on the countless time sitting together with a cup of coffee and Pebbles, my dog, at our side. During the most difficult times in my life, Big Bertha has been there for me.  Big Bertha is the name I have given to my Bible.

Time has not been kind to her.  She is tattered and worn, and some people say she needs to be upgraded for a new model.  When I look at her, I don’t see the frayed pages or the coming apart binding. Instead, I see the treasure she has been to me for so many years.  When I look at her, I see joy, peace, love, compassion, direction, truth along with conviction, correction, sorrow and stories of deep pain.

Also, as I look at her, I see myself.  I look like her!  I, too, have been tattered and torn over time.  I don’t move as easily anymore, and I have wrinkles and a few broken parts.  My face and body sag little, and extra pounds keep appearing out of thin air. None of this really matters because, like Big Bertha, I am actually a reflection of all things I love about her. I am filled with joy, peace, love, compassion, comfort, and conviction.

I will keep Big Bertha at my side and continue to glean from her.  She is and will continue to be my best friend.

His Beloved Warrior Bride,

Johanna