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He speaks; he really does….

Spending time alone with God is one of the best ways to learn his voice. Along with his word, he gives us himself referencing his truth as the basis for life.

Mastering anything where God is concerned is like teaching a cat not to chase a mouse. It is a journey forever which makes every day a treasure hunt but he gives us bits and pieces of his character allowing us to understand him a little better.

Having uttered our lack here God is willing to talk to us if we ask him. His point isn’t as much the response as it is the relationship.

The skeptics may say, “Well, God might speak to you but he has never spoken to me.”
Don’t blame God; that is your fault. Maybe you should try talking to him first? Why not initiate a conversation with him and see what happens?

“Words of Knowledge” are mysteriously intriguing to me. God has used them numerous times in my life for different reasons. Limiting this great speaking engagement to actual “words” isn’t a fair assessment of God.  His creative and unique ability to speak appears in a variety of ways such as:

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The plagues of Egypt

Daniel in the Lion’s Den

Jonah and the Whale

You may say those are extreme cases. Sure. But he spoke no less and used visual aids in the process.

How many people do you see everyday building an Ark in their front yard?

The Pharaoh of Egypt may have been one of the most stubborn men to ever live but he had to notice the water turned to blood, millions of locusts, grasshoppers, gnats, and flies that descended on the land.

And what about lions and whales? Go figure.

If only the general public would realize God’s sense of humor is far reaching, artistic and ingenious the world would be laughing instead of living lives full of doom and gloom.

In my own life God has spoken to my heart through his word more times than I can count or remember.

He has used movies, billboards, and people to tell me what he wants me to know.

Once, he had me in a grocery store walk up to a woman sitting on a bench I have never seen before and offer her a ride home. She almost cried because God told her I was going to do this and to accept right before I appeared to her

There have been days when he changed my schedule so that I would run an errand to specifically meet someone who he knew may have needed encouragement or a specific word they otherwise would never hear.

And then there are the mornings when I wake up and see a “word” literally written in the air. He did this for 2 months 7 years ago with the word “move.” We moved 6 months after that from one state to another.

For the last 5 mornings as soon as I have sat down to have my devotions with him and opened my Bible, the book “Obadiah” has appeared before me. Now God knows this interrupts my daily routine with him so it must mean something very important. I have read it every morning immediately after this and cross referenced verses from it.

Let me insert here I have never been that interested in Obadiah nor have I ever spent any time studying it. Simply stated, it was not on my radar. Period.

So why now?

To be continued……2_timothy_3_16





“Singin in the Shower”

Life just isn’t fair.

Why it is one person is granted the luxuries of abundance and the next person is just wanting food on their table.

The old cliché of “what goes around comes around” is being overdone, misinterpreted and dragged around like an old wagon.

Centuries of age old sins crop up to bind the fruits of future friendships, neighbors and relationships.

Our generation had nothing to do with that evil. Why are we being singled out?”

“Because you represent those who committed it. How do we know your ancestors weren’t part of such discrimination?”

How do you know they weren’t?”

Assumptions are made; progress is halted and the hate continues.

Unforgiven mindsets are graves dug for the future of children and grandchildren. Revenge is set in motion and the altercations continue.

Stop and think before you produce an “Ishmael.”

The most educated country in all of history gushes on its past wickedness while condoning that which was considered “unspeakable” 30 years ago.

Some things just need to be left alone.

Living in the south, the racial atmosphere has been bludgeoned by those who don’t live here.

Sure, slavery was one of the worst cultural desecrations every committed in this country.  The thought of it sickens me and had I lived during those times, I might have been one who lost their life fighting against this horror.

As Christians today are persecuted, kidnapped, tortured and/or killed, it is no different from the slavery of the past. It was Christians who began the fight to stop slavery because they knew it was evil.529670_423549414395260_1157735294_n

Still, it rears its ugly head in the sight of political gain; mostly reverberating from others who don’t live where I do.

The population difference in my county of blacks to white is all but equal.  A benefit arising from the now Air Force and Army base here are the cultural aspects from military personnel stationed here from all over. It adds to the enrichment of this community.

Some enjoyable conversations have been in the grocery stores with good ole’ southern African American women.

Standing in line one day, the grandmother pulled in behind me with a load of chicken, potatoes and greens of all kinds.  The embarrassment of never cooking fresh greens opposed to opening a can made her laugh when I asked her how she cooked them.

“Honey, you mean to tell me you never cooked fresh turnip greens or collards?”

Sheepishly, I responded, “Ugh. No ma’am.”

“Well, let me tell you how. Get a big pot, throw them greens in there with turnips if you like em’, cover in water, add salt and pepper. Season with ham hocks or bacon, add a pinch of sugar if needed. Just let em’ cook until they reach the consistency you like. “

In this same store is a young black man, tall, handsome and strong. He runs the register at the Customer Service counter. After he gave an announcement over the intercom, I placed my groceries on his counter.

I asked him, “Do you sing?”

Timidly, he looked at me and said, “Well, what do you mean?”

“By the sound of your speaking voice, I imagine you can sing like Stevie Wonder or Barry White?”

A little embarrassed he kind of grinned and replied,Singing-in-the-Shower-266x300

I do sing in the shower.”

“Most of the greats started out singing in the shower. So you enjoy it?”

“Yes, ma’am. I do.”

As I took my groceries I told him, “Then don’t waste what God has given you. Use it.”

He smiled as I walked off.

The amount of clash around here is minimal compared to Washington politics skewing over racism.

Maybe our politicians/journalists/left winged liberals could learn a thing or two on how to get along from us southern, low-country folk.

That’s right. Send em’ here. We’ll straighten em’ out.

Not only will we teach em’ how to cook collards, we’ll church em.’





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A Mouth Full of Gravel Won’t Pay the Bills

I am all for helping people who need it.

I repeat: I am all for helping people who need it.


A joy trip to the grocery store  yesterday proved to be an eye opener.

Once I picked up my few necessities, I headed for the one cash register line open.

In front of me was a very pregnant woman, with a young boy in the cart playing on his Nintendo.
She had divided her food up into two different categories. One had 8 gallons of milk and about 5 loaves of bread; the other was toiletries, snacks, and cleaning supplies.

She pulled out two checks; one for food stamps and the other for WIC.

10 minutes into the cashier processing this one customer’s order, another register came open. Of course the line behind me ran.

The one bag guy was bagging her groceries as fast as he could. After 15 minutes the cashier finished with this one customer.

Proverbs 10:4 “Lazy hands make a man poor, but diligent hands bring wealth.”

As I placed my food on the counter, the bag guy said to the cashier,

“I ain’t votin’ for Obama this time. I’m working 3 jobs and I get no food stamps or welfare money. I know that pregnant woman and she doesn’t need it either but somehow they give it to her. I’m votin’ for Mitt Romney.”

My political ears perked up and I asked him,

“Did you vote for Obama in 2008?”

He replied, “Yes, but not again. Why should I have to work 3 jobs to pay my bills so I can pay taxes for that pregnant woman to have another baby and get free food? My mama needs assistance but they won’t give it to her.”

I said to him,

“I was really hoping President Obama would do a good job.”

He said, “Well, he didn’t.  He wants this country to be a welfare state. I ain’t working so I can pay for other people to free load.”

The next line he gave me was the kicker. He whispered in my ear,

“Did you know people around here are selling their food stamps?”

Shocked I replied, “No! Are you serious?”

“Yes ma’am. They sell them for more money and go get more. I have been to the county welfare department telling them I see this every day. Something is wrong with the system and they aren’t listening and neither is the President.”

I asked him,

“Did you notice the Nintendo her son was playing with?” He shook his head in defiance.

He continued to tell me he was that store’s bag boy, stock person, maintenance man and cleaning service. He also brought the carts in. He told me they won’t hire enough people so they work the ones they do have to death.

The store manager called him to stock some shelves. He told her about me waiting in line for 15 minutes.

Proverbs 12:11 “He who works his land will have abundant food, but he who chases fantasies lacks judgment.”

The Manager approached me and began a conversation.

Manager, “I am so sorry you had to wait so long. The cashier should have called for help.”

Me, “The cashier didn’t have time to call for help. She was too busy with that one customer. By the time the office noticed the line behind me I had been waiting for at least 15 minutes.”

She apologized again.

Me,” Why can’t the store have one checkout line for customers on welfare/food stamps and another register for people like me who are paying out of my pocket for my food?”

Manager,” Believe me. I have told Corporate about this, but they say it would be discriminating against the people on welfare.”


Me,” And they aren’t discriminating against me or anyone else who is paying for their food and waiting in line for 15 minutes to do so?”

Manager, “I know. But since you have brought this up to me, I will relate to them your complaint.”

The bag guy gave me a “thumbs up” as he overheard our conversation.

As I headed out the door, I told the cashier I was trying to get her some extra help. She smiled a big smile and yelled, “thank you!”

Proverbs 20:17 “Food gained by fraud tastes sweet to a man, but he ends up with a mouth full of gravel.”

The pendulum is swinging the wrong way.

The “Nanny State” is out of control.

We, the American tax payers are being ripped off by our own government.

This is not the America, God created.

This is not the America I remember as a child.

3 jobs a day to survive is not the America Mr. Bag Guy voted for, 4 years ago.