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“AND GOD SAW THAT IT WAS GOOD”


Crepe Myrtle beside our house. Of course the kitty had to get in the picture.

Crepe Myrtle beside our house. Of course the kitty had to get in the picture.

Genesis 1: 11-13 “Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so. The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kinds and trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the third day.”


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Witnessing to the Witnesses


This week has been one for the record books.

The refrigerator died. We lost 80% of our food. Between 2 small refrigerators and a cooler we managed to salvage a few necessities. Once the fridge compressor quits; the cold air disintegrates rapidly ruining the food.

Unable to find where we put what or what was thrown out, plus trying to quickly find a new refrigerator has been exhausting

Waiting for the installer to bring my new fridge I heard a faint knock on the door. Thinking he had arrived, I opened it to find two, nice, sweet Jehovah’s Witnesses on my front porch. With the “Watchtower” brochure available and a kind smile, they were ready to perform their ministerial duties on this poor, unknowing soul.

Complimenting me on my porch full of plants, the conversation began with what a “green thumb” they remarked that I had. Of course, finding out I don’t have a green thumb and use to kill my plants regularly by accident, it was pleasing that they noticed.

The color of my flowers/plants brought the elderly woman to a point about Jesus. Asking me if I know the Lord was her next question.

Confirming my faith and deep love for God, she then began a quiet tirade of the “Watchtower” religion trying all the while to push their latest pamphlet in my hands to convert me.

She rambled on for about 10 minutes. After a while the other lady tried to shut her up.  2 other JW’s were waiting for them in the car.  Before I let them go, I remarked;

“I appreciate your visit. Since you are standing on my property at my door and you have just witnessed to me, now it is my time to witness to you.”

Shocked at my reply their faces dropped. It was obvious they weren’t use to this.

After informing them of how many Jehovah’s Witnesses have come to our door I decided by the 3rd year to learn about their religion. Revealing my own JW pamphlet, all marked up with red and blue ink plus verses from “our” Bible to boot, their mouths fell open.

Not trying to be a “know it all” I was just using my 10 minutes to show them the difference in what they believe, and true Christianity. Of course, both of them confirmed they were Christians too.

The following are a few of the red flags of the Watchtower and the major differences in Christianity

→They don’t believe in the Trinity. Jesus is inferior to God.

→God approves who will receive everlasting life. It is not a gift. Only 144,000 will actually go to heaven and rule with Christ.

→God only has the one name, “Jehovah.”

→Jesus does not heal today as he did when he was alive on earth.

→The earth will never be destroyed or depopulated.

→According to Watchtower, Jesus appeared to them in 1919 establishing Jehovah’s Witness as the only true religion.

The younger woman asked me how I knew what I knew and where my information came from.

The elderly woman was not at all impressed with my extensive knowledge of the Watchtower. At that point I informed them I had researched their religion with close to 40 pages of work that mostly came from the Watchtower writings and articles. It also includes websites of knowledge from ex-members of the Jehovah’s Witnesses’ giving personal testimonies of why they left, how they left and how many of them were shunned by their own families. To date, 60,000 a year leave.

She interrupted me on all these accounts and flat out told me I was wrong. She informed me how evil it was that God’s name “Jehovah” had been replaced by many other names in the Bible. She said she wasn’t going to heaven because she knew she was not one of the “chosen ones” but was very happy to remain here on earth. Both women strongly agreed God does not heal today.

I kindly responded by saying, “If God doesn’t heal today, then I shouldn’t be here. If God wants his people sick, then why do you go to the doctor? Do you take medicine? If God wants us sick and it states that in the Bible, then any effort you make to stay well is disobedient to him. Oh, and I am really sorry I won’t see you in Heaven, because that is where I am headed.”

The other woman grabbed her arm and thanked me for my time, but made it clear they had to leave. The elderly woman left with a snarl on her face.

I expected the resistance. Watchtower teaches them to avoid communication unless it is concerning their beliefs.

Sadly, the evidence of the enemy lies in the face of twisted words and wrong interpretations imposed on uninformed innocence. This is why it is so important to know the truth of God’s word.

http://settledinheaven.wordpress.com/2012/10/03/godly-love-unites-us-with-god-and-his-people/

http://samuelatgilgal.wordpress.com/2012/10/03/knowledge-of-god/

http://settledinheaven.wordpress.com/2012/10/02/witnessing-is-an-invitation-to-fellowship-with-god/

http://goldenbible.wordpress.com/2012/09/29/changed-lives-and-barley/

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Born a Cat, Always a Cat


It’s hard to believe such a sweet, innocent feline as you see in her picture may not be so sweet and innocent after all.

Maximus Decimus Meridius
Better known as Maxicat

Yes, she is the family pet.

Yes, she allows us to live in her house.

Yes, she is still quite spunky for her age.

Proverbs 12:10 “Good people take care of their animals, but wicked people are cruel to theirs.”

The routine here at our house begins at 5am. Not me, my husband.
Like the “farmer” that he is, he gets up at the crack of dawn as if to go and feed the imaginary cows and chickens.

I can’t imagine getting up at such an indecent hour; much less function.
However, his ritual includes unloading the dishwasher if needed, (I know, I think I will keep him) and making a delicious pot of Java.

As he drinks a few cups of coffee, he indulges in the latest news to wake up before getting ready for work.

Only the morning of Tuesday, August 13th began far from his traditional protocol.

Believing the cat wasn’t quite up to par from her allergy issue was a joke.   I guess when it comes to feeding the family she was going to perform her duties.

I must interject here that my husband and the cat are on “tolerant” terms with each other. The love lost between the two is lost. As long as he fills in where I don’t, she is happy.

Finding out her extravaganza when he came home from work later that afternoon went something like this.

He gets up, makes the coffee and walks into the den to watch the news only to discover behind the couch was a headless, legless bird. The remaining corpse was surrounded by feathers spread out on the carpet; and one wing was, well lets’ just say it wasn’t all there.

As he turned toward the back door he noticed the cat sprawled out, hanging
over the end of the blue chair staring at him with those big, green beautiful eyes of hers.
She gave him a gaze of “aren’t you glad I brought breakfast?”

Proud of her achievements, he had some not so nice words for her and she began whining for her morning tuna.
Not sure he gave her any, but began the tedious
and disgusting task of cleaning up the nasty mess.

Placing this ordeal in perspective, she had to have gone to rather a great amount of effort to bring the “dead corpse” in the house. The back mesh screen is not one she enjoys going through but will if she wants in bad enough. She must have wanted us to celebrate her awesome catch of the day.

Reading up on cats and their behavior, I will remind you of the reasons cats hunt and bring the dead carcasses to their owners.

  1. Cats are showing their appreciation for all you do.
  2. Cats believe we are stupid and don’t know how to hunt so they show us how.

We have yet to figure out what her reasons are for the many presents she has brought us over the years, but whatever they are my husband says,

“She is just doing what cats do.” (His obvious dissatisfaction with her attempt to decorate the den with a dead bird at 5 am wasn’t the time for her to do what she does.)

Just as he said, cats do what cats do. God created her to hunt and feed her family.

Born in the wild she is notably talented in this field sport especially as small and aged as she is now.

Instinctively she knows her calling on earth. She didn’t have to ask God what to do with her life; she just knew.

Wouldn’t it be nice if it were that easy for us humans? Be born and hunt. Be born and sing. Be born and preach. Be born and be the next President?

No, we have the opportunity to get to know the Creator of the Universe, one on one to find out what he would have us do. Quite the honor and privilege don’t you think?

One more note.

I hesitated to ask my husband if he knew where the birds head and legs were. He responded,

“Why don’t you look under the couch?”

http://justmyfaithtalking.wordpress.com/2012/06/15/god-wants-to-be-found/

http://goodchristianfiction.wordpress.com/tag/knowing-god/

http://www.catnipchronicles.com

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Annoying Thorns


The refrigerator quit working.

Cat got sick.

Cleaning the pool wreaked havoc on my arm muscles.

The husband is still having pain from his surgery; may need more surgery.

Finally got the grass cut after a deluge of rain; wish we could have sent it to those who are drought stricken.

Seems I need lessons in walking. Fell on my front porch steps.

Am I complaining? No….

Friday afternoon late we discovered water all over the floor; fridge was leaking. Repairman showed up around 6pm. He fixed it for a little over $100.00!

Cat is better since I poured Benadryl down her throat. She wasn’t too happy about that.

Thank the good Lord for ice packs, ibuprofen and Flector Patches I can now move my arm without shrieking in pain!

Bruises are now a nice greenish purple color.

Unsure what to do about the “farmers” lack of his wisdom tooth.

Why does it seem sometimes everything happens at once?

Is there some great clue to give us a heads up of these emergency fiascos?

Oh I know this is just life. Maybe we need a break here?

These cataclysmic minor catastrophes are just that. Minor. More of an annoyance than anything else; but the enemy’s attacks none the less.

The devil uses a constant barrage of dirty tricks to distract us; or keep us in panic mode over the smallest of details.

One debacle after another appears to be his mode of aggression.

His foray of defilement must be fun to him since he continues his invasion of disturbing frustrations.

Unfortunately I have gotten so use to these vexations of my time I know where they originate.
And….I won’t let him get the best of me.

This area of learning from God is a classroom of infinite lessons;
some of which are not pleasurable or on my next to do list.
But, placing these demons on our chopping blocks must be explored.
Otherwise, you will become a drudge to his chains of foreboding distress.

Do yourself a favor and kick him out the back door.

You accomplish this great feat by remaining C-A-L-M in the midst of his pathetic storms. Where did we hear this? Oh yes. Jesus slept in the boat completely unaware of the raging monsoon around him.

His example of serenity and tranquility is the definition of peace.

Jesus is so perfect in his examples we have no excuse but to give it our best shot every time.

Failure may occur. But! You might just get that one instance that your patience kicks in, peace takes over and the broken down appliances or ailing cat are no longer a “thorn in your side.”

2 Corinthians 12:7 “In order to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me.”

Maxicat

http://goodchristianfiction.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/are-you-too-old-to-be-schooled/

http://samuelatgilgal.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/the-spirit-of-wisdom/

http://butchdean.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/failures-are-stepping-stones-to-success/

http://goldenbible.wordpress.com/2012/08/11/spiritual-food/

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Lost in the Garden


The last 2 days I spent  planting flowers and herbs to spruce the yard up. My 2nd trip to Lowe’s needed the attention of my expert gardener husband for advice on buying teeny, weeny, little plants for some very small pots. Herbs filled them nicely but not before I actually lost my husband in the Lowe’s garden center.

Now how one can lose a 230 lb., 6 foot man in Lowe’s Garden center is a mystery to me but I did. He had the cart, I had the car keys so I knew he wasn’t going anywhere without me. The one day I go off and leave my cell phone at home was the day I really needed it! Oh the joys of texting to find you’re long lost love.

Strolling around in between rows of pots, planters, marigolds, roses, and intense shoppers he was nowhere to be found.  I must admit how silly I felt losing my husband and spending my valuable shopping experience searching for him instead of the wonderful indulgence of God’s green earth.

The look on my face must have revealed “a woman in distress” as those with a “green thumb” paraded around me as if I was standing in their way. Had they known my plight, maybe they would have offered to aid me in my desperate search instead of frowning upon me as if I was covered in fertilizer.

As I stood in the middle of the center, hands on my hips, straining my eyes to locate this man of my dreams a young female employee stopped and asked,

“Can I help you?”

Me, “I have lost my husband and my cell phone is at home.”

Employee, “Well, we could page him like we do lost children.”

Laughing I thought what a great idea but knowing he would not want to be categorized as a young child lost in the Lowe’s Garden center, I declined.

Not long after, I spotted his baseball cap. Letting an all out “yell” he looked up only to see me approaching with a very quick sprint. After calming me down he whispered,

“Do you have to be so loud?”

Me, “I couldn’t find you anywhere, so yes. Loud works for me!”

Once we were home, he slipped upstairs to his “Man Land” for a much needed nap while I continued my 2nd day of hard labor to win the “Yard of the Week” award.

The hot sun drained me of much needed toxins but leaving me drenched with sweat. If it had been warmer, I would have ventured into our pool for a quick dip.

Today, my body needs a good massage. Muscles in my legs and arms ache in any attempt to move. Bending over repeatedly did a number on my upper back.

Admitting I am no longer in my vibrant youth, rest has been the order of the day after church. Attending church was a major accomplishment considering it took all I had to avoid falling asleep not to mention limping around like a cripple.

A few weeks from now the aches and pains will be worth the beauty of watching my flowers grow.

This parallel is far from what our Savior did on the Cross, but the resemblance is the same.

Jesus saw the other side of the Cross. Jesus knew his sufferings would show up as saved souls on the backside of Calvary.

As my flowers grow and come to life, the gesture of God’s love will be a reminder to me of all Jesus did on the cross.

The dirty soil in our lives springs into petals of color and beauty as we lean heavily on the Cross to purify and cleanse us.

And in the process of getting lost in God’s garden is this “green thumb wannabe.”

1 Timothy 4:4 “For everything God created is good, and nothing is to be rejected if it is received with thanksgiving.”

http://mrkstevenson.wordpress.com/2012/04/22/come-unto-mephoto-of-jesus-in-the-clouds/

http://javaman56.wordpress.com/2012/04/21/captivated-by-his-beauty/

http://ladydeidre.com/2012/04/21/butterflies/

http://lifeofafemalebiblewarrior.wordpress.com/2012/04/15/turtle-time/