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Barricaded Hearts

How do you mend a broken heart that doesn’t want to be mended?

You could answer,A Broken Heart

“Just leave it alone” or “you can’t help if they refuse it.”

True. Maybe it is none of your business.

Maybe the broken heart would rather stay that way instead of dealing with why it was crushed to begin with.

Maybe it has purposely barricaded itself off from the world to escape anymore pain.

That makes sense. However, the heart is not alone; there are many other organs in the human body that may be affected.

In many cases the emotions and mental state may take the biggest hit.

The individual often has no idea it is growing dead branches leaving the core to surface in other areas. At its worst stages the distress can invade life in general, the ability to achieve or impose the misery on others. Close relationships can suffer at the hand of one who refuses to see the truth of their own torment.

No matter how hard one tries to hide it or act as if it never existed, the contagion will slowly leak. It becomes a toxin that must be dealt with. If not, something or someone will suffer.

The broken heart has no thought of those around it. Unknowingly their misguided efforts tend to wreak havoc on their closest allies. Not understanding the prison they hold inside, those who know them best are left bewildered and questioning their illusive behavior. Somehow it doesn’t match up with their personality or beliefs. Attempting to interrogate the reason for this confusion is usually a no-no. The fractured soul isn’t about to let anyone in for an examination they won’t do themselves.

Proverbs 13: 12 “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.”

The physical aspects of a shattered heart can also filter into the rest of the body. The built up anguish and lengthy fear of having to meet it head on is a formula for possible disastrous health issues.

For those who observe one who lives in this self-built personal cage is a frustrating act of feeling helpless. Then there are those who are the target or the recipient of the bitterness and resentment that is part of the territory that comes along with a wounded or fragmented heart.

God is perfectly capable of releasing people from their quarantined lives. Due to the hardened memories or the afflictions of the past the prisoner only allows God into certain areas of their life.

The only cure is to let God in.jesus-our-great-physician

He is the “great physician.”

Not only will he repair the cracks and broken pieces, his love will become the glue that holds it together.


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“Out of the Mouth of Babes” A Storm Full of Miracles

Some days just don’t turn out as you expected.

One hot, July night in 1994 I learned a great lesson in trusting God. Not only that, but how he used my 5 year old daughter to teach me how to come to him with child like faith.

Recently divorced, we moved into a brand new basement apartment we built in my parent’s vacation home in the mountains of Western NC. 3 weeks in this beautiful landscape I would never have thought God was going to save my life that night.

Giving my daughter some cold medicine I put her to bed around 7:30 pm. Mom was upstairs doing whatever.

Finally able to sit down, I noticed the sky seemed strange looking. It wasn’t long after that you could hear a few rumbles of thunder. Storms in the mountains can become vicious in a matter of minutes.

Checking on my daughter periodically she slept as peacefully and deeply as always.

By 9:00 pm the storm began to rage. It wasn’t just raining; it was dropping buckets of water from the sky with a vengeance. Thunder, lightning and wind roared consistently giving a free light show. This wasn’t just any summer storm; it was a gully washer pouring its wrath on the mountain top.

About 9:30 I decided even as the storm seemed to worsen to head for bed.

In this little apartment my bedroom was directly across from the bathroom. The bathroom was quite large with a siding window to the left of the door and the mirror directly in front. I left the window opened as we didn’t need A/C.

After brushing my teeth, I turned around and walked out. Once my feet stepped from the linoleum of the bathroom floor onto the carpet, a thunder ball of lightning  hit.  I thought it was a bomb.

Turning around, the bathroom looked like a war zone. Glass, debris, plaster from the wall was flying everywhere. Pieces of the mirror were flying through the air slamming into the wall making crevices where they stuck. The screen on the window was blown out allowing leaves, limbs and other flying objects into the bathroom. And then I smelled something burning.

Standing there in absolute shock, watching this horror movie  I was aware enough I needed to get in there and shut the window. Finally after a few minutes I ran in between the debris flying and closed it.

Turning around came the next big shocker. If you have ever smelled linoleum burning, you know it stinks.  My brand new floor looked like a melting pot of mush.

The 4-6 inch hole in the cement allowed me to see the ground below the slab. Talk about seeing a ghost. It was as if the ground had blown up.

Getting my senses I ran out to check on my daughter. Sound asleep, she hadn’t heard a thing. Feeling a little woozy, I found my way to the steps and sat down. Mom ran down the steps and asked me if I was ok.

She took one look at me and told me I was pale. She asked what happened and all I could muster up was to point to the bathroom.  Her reaction to the hole in the cement was she needed to sit down too.

At that point I realized we needed to call the fire department. Living on this steep mountain in the middle of this raging storm, 5 fire trucks, police cars and the EMS showed up. Running around checking the house for burned wires, etc. they declared it was safe except for the bathroom which looked like a tornado had run right through it.

According to the Fire Chief, lightning struck the water line out at the street and made its way underground and blew a hole about 6 inches in diameter through almost 6 inches of cement. My respect for lightning has never been the same since.

There are quite a few miracles involved in that one night of terror.

A few seconds made the difference in me getting slashed, cut or hit by broken glass or debris.

Had I been standing between the toilet and the bathtub, I might not be writing this now.

The cement that was blown out saved my mother‘s life who was in the bathtub directly above it upstairs. Had the floor in my bathroom not blown up, the lightning would have continued through the water line and electrocuted her.

Last but not least was “sleeping beauty” who never woke up. In fact we tried to explain the story to her the next day. The noise, the firemen running around the house even going in her room to check on her. The massive hole in the bathroom floor didn’t convince her we were telling her the truth.

Reflecting on this life changing event many years later I can sum it up like this.

God not only saved my life, he saved my mother too.

God taught me the power of lightning is nothing to mess with.

And maybe most of all is the power of a little 5 year old girl, who didn’t hear, see or know the storm was wreaking havoc on our new home.

As Jesus slept on a boat in a blustery storm, so did she.

The best words I can think of to describe that night was  “Out of the mouth of babes.”





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Run the Other Way

When it comes to the helpless, something shatters me. The little spider crawling across the floor or the bee I am allergic to enters the house.

The thought of killing either is 2nd place. Open the door so the bee is given freedom and gently sit the little spider on the back steps. Don’t dare ask my daughter to do anything with spiders; she will run the other way.

In the midst of our country’s Armageddon right now it was nice to accidentally find a decent movie on TV last night.

Dolphin Tale” is about a dolphin washed up on shore with her tail caught in a trap. Saved by the local underwater wildlife hospital she is restored to health but without her tail.  The story is based on truth with a cast of wonderful people such as Harry Connick Jr., Morgan Freeman and Natalie Judd.

If you have the time and need a break please watch this movie. You will hurt, cry, laugh and be blessed as this story sends a message of hope and courage through one of God’s sea miracles. And yes, it is a family movie without all the garbage.

Isn’t hope what we need right now? A simple movie grieving the pains of a dolphin that changed the world around her without knowing it giving life saving hope for man and beast.

Stories of priceless loss throughout history have shed light on what appears to be hopeless.

Yet, all it takes is one voice, one act of kindness and a desire to pursue a miracle.

Romans 12: 1“Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship.”

How often do we “run the other way?”

How often do we see the ailing dolphin washed up on shore and leave it to die?

There is something to be said for “hanging in there.”

Naturally speaking sometimes a physical “hanging in there” isn’t possible, but never does that negate the prayer language of God.

Psalm 107:20 “He sent out his word and healed them; he rescued them from the grave.”

The endangered species of hope is not forgotten but lately may be hidden under the rocks of cruelty, fear, doubt and the unknown. We fail to see beyond when we are crouched underneath the cross instead of on our knees in front of it. In other words the price of hope is found above ground after the resurrection. We must be willing to crawl out from our sadness, sorrow and lamenting to see the hope and grab it.

Much was lost for hope to reappear.

Much was endured for hope to become a vision.

Much was spent for hope to remain a vision.

The vision of hope is seen in the darkness of life’s most miserable moments. Hope is that flash of light in a vile word, a bitter rejection or a back-stabbing betrayal.

Hope isn’t running the other way; running into the hurt or the pits of fueled hate imposed by others. It is release; it is running as a storm chaser into the storm but with the peace, rest and guidance of the Holy Spirit.

Hope knows deep down is a glimmer of the lantern of Jesus standing in the dark saying,

“Come. Follow me. This is the way.”





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Children of a Lesser God

There is no lesser God when the Cross of Christ is present. He is the same, was the same and will be the same.

He is the same God for all. No one is lesser in his eyes. How could they be when he created them?

We live in a fallen world. God is incapable of creating evil.

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

Alfred Lloyd Tennyson wrote:

“O me! for why is all around us here
As if some lesser god had made the world,
But had not force to shape it as he would,
Till the High God behold it from beyond,
And enter it, and make it beautiful?”

John 1: 1 “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God.”

Aren’t you glad a lesser god didn’t make the world?

What would be the point in anything?

If a lesser god had created the world, we would see chaos, destruction, war, degradation, and evil so poisonous mankind would have ceased to exist long ago.

Life of any kind would have died out, never been born or had the survival skills to remain.

So…..if you grasp the significance of the perfect God, it defies all other theories that God creates anything lesser.
We are created in his perfect image. The image we receive as Christ our Savior which we will acquire when we join him.

A lesser god would only create imperfection which would send a ripple effect of more imperfections.  The question then arises,

If the world were created by a lesser god, how could that god continue to exist?

For the skeptics, non-believers and such how can you justify the perfect God is the blame for the chaos,
disorder and rampant death in the world we live in?

To deny the existence of our perfect God is to deny your own existence.
The reason being is God took the evil and made good out of it over and over.

When Adam and Even sinned, God could have said,

“Ok. I’m done with you people. Forget my plans. You have messed up big time. Therefore I am ending it all now.”

Whoa! You should be glad that decision wasn’t left up to most people instead of God Almighty.
Ending the world at that moment most likely would have occurred.

But…..God didn’t. A lesser god would have. The ugly prince of this world would have allowed a destructive apocalypse promptly. The destroyer would have won. The evil he imploded would have set the galaxies in an instant demise.

The Alpha and Omega, the Chief Shepherd, the Anointed One, our Everlasting Father knew what had to be done.
He wasn’t about to allow evil to win. He planned it down to the last breath of his son on the Cross for the redemption of mankind.

A lesser god could never have produced it.

A lesser god would never have wanted it.

A lesser god would have lost it all for the sake of no one.

The true and only God of the universe is the only avenue the world exists today.
In the midst of horror, tragedies, wars, and disgrace, he sent his son to shed the only blood that would count.

The blood of Jesus, holy and pure set itself against non-existence of mankind.

The perfect blood of Christ covered the imperfect blood of the enemy.

So……the next time you question the existence of our awesome, magnificent perfect God, think about how fortunate you are not to be children of a lesser god.

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“Give up” or “Let Go”?

Far too often the two above phrases cross each other. We are a forbidden creature if we ever believe we are giving up on anything. We are sent to the gallows of weakness and pits of futility by those who deem we are useless for the mention of quitting. Far be it from the minds of one who professes such a judgment until the day of their own redemption.

The thin line of giving up or letting go has been misconstrued, distorted and placed on a garbled shelf and left for dead. The truth is the two are separate when God is involved.

Understanding God is paramount to letting go verses giving up.

Isaiah 55: 8 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD.”

Road blocks, closed doors, stop signs, etc. can all be useful ways God is telling us to “let go.”  Pushing the limits of human nature is just that; limits. God is not limited.  If we are walking into a shut door we are most likely going to end up with a broken nose, cracked face or a badly bruised noggin.

The God of Heaven I know doesn’t promote such boxing matches unless I missed something.

I see those as signs that God has a better way; a wider yellow brick road of discovery or a great big surprise!

As we push and push and push in our own human qualities hoping for the conclusion we dreamed of only for it to fall apart at the seams is a sure sign something isn’t right. There is always another way in God’s world of wisdom. We have to get into the habit of checking our Spirit before we move or push or fall from exhaustion out of pride.

After years of not understanding those who qualify themselves and others on the level of “pushing to the limit” I began to question this admirable feat. Being taught to “never give up” on those terms was inbred in me, but when you are driving down the wrong road do you keep going even if you know it is the wrong road?  Do you continue simply to say “I am not giving up.”
Maybe it isn’t the wrong road, but not God’s road.
Maybe God had a plan you didn’t ask him about before you started that trip.

The purpose in my deep thinking brain concluded some are more driven than others in certain areas, but it doesn’t matter if God was never consulted to start with. Therefore the idea of giving up is sabotaged on our part without many even knowing they are doing so. The idea of pushing to reach a goal isn’t worth the goal no matter what, how or much we add if God wasn’t the originator of that goal. In other words, not consulting God negates giving up. If God isn’t in it, it ain’t gonna work.

Why would anyone who has a “right” mind fuel themselves with exhaustive behaviors, financial cruelties and involvements of necessity continue that route to accomplish that which could have been done easier, quicker and less costly? I reiterate a person who is in their “right” mind or following God; not one who isn’t. One who isn’t following Christ is more likely to give up and misunderstand they could just give it to God and let him deal with it.

The problems I see are so many doing this claim to be Christians. And……if you remotely bring to their attention you are not “giving up” but “letting God have it”  their inclination to impose otherwise begins a heated discussion of wills.

Isaiah 55: 9 “For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.

Our human limitations have nothing to do with God’s infinite abilities.  We are to do as the Spirit leads giving success no matter what our finite means are.

Letting go and giving to God is applying “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” which is not giving up.

He can do what we can’t even when we are trying our best; which is why he is God and we aren’t.






When did everything get so COMPLICATED?

Ok. I am beginning to dislike banks intensely. Protesting on the streets is not my idea of getting my way so I will pray. God can certainly do more than a loud mouth bunch of young people who have no idea what they are protesting.

Banking has become a farce. I would rather do like my ancestors and bury money in the yard. At least I would know where it was, what it was doing and who was not touching it.

A fee here, a fee there; they don’t care. Use to be if you needed to stop payment on a lost check it wouldn’t cost you your arm and now legs! Oh, and the paperwork. A pile of red tape cluttering someone’s desk they can’t find.

How do we survive the measure of expectations? What use to be simple is now an act of Congress: and we all know how that doesn’t work.

In other words, the world travels on money.
Simple is cheap. Complicated is expensive.

The air of complications is leaving many a soul weary.

Buying a house or a car these days reveals when you last relieved yourself.

Signing a legal document requires information from your long lost Aunt.

The Privacy Act forces us parents of college students to speak to at least 6 people in the school’s administration to find out if they got my check for the tuition!

Ordering a Credit card through your own bank requires both parties fill out an application longer than the SAT.

Itemizing your taxes requires an Organizer from your accountant. That excludes the accountant’s labor.

Forget insurance. They don’t pay for anything anyway. Why again do I have insurance? Oh, my husband says we need it. If they don’t pay for anything what am I paying them for? OH! Their trip to Hawaii. They must be meeting with the GSA.

I remember the days of old, easy and slow. Yes, I didn’t know how good I had it.

You know what people? God is still on the throne and his movements are the same. He is not making adjustments to his schedule according to ours.

He hasn’t changed his address, phone number or email. He’s always listening for our call or text. He wants it simple. We have muddled the disorder we already had.

American’s for sure don’t know the meaning of rest. We are supposed to work, but God says his rest in between each duty, praying to him will give us simplicity, peace, health and joy.

My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest. (Exodus 33:14)

Our entertainment overload is not only costly financially, but adds to time spent away from God.

Maybe that explains why there is so much depression, anxiety, fear and ill-will.

Maybe that explains why the lethargic view of life is running rampant.

Maybe that explains the hopelessness, anger and defeated attitudes.

The decision to keep or get your sanity back may depend on your simplicity or the lack there of. My sanity is rather important to me…..and those around me.

His realm of peace is another atmosphere away from man’s activities. That realm is found in his presence through our day. The self-assured, self –efficient perfectionist knows no such place. Don’t allow yourself to get caught up in a circus of clogged up animation.

Productive, Godly work occurs during times of rest with him. The secret place of his presence is a miracle waiting to happen.

I have set the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. (Psalm 16:8)

My life is a simple thing that would interest no one. It is a known fact that I was born and that is all that is necessary.Albert Einstein

Maybe old Albert knew a little more than just Physics.






Noah Should Have Named the Ark, “Logical”

What is Logic?

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According to Dictionary.com the definition is:

1. The science that investigates the principles governing correct or reliable inference.

2. A particular method of reasoning or argumentation.

3. The system or principles of reasoning applicable to any branch of knowledge or study.

4 .Reason or sound judgment, as in utterances or actions.

5. Convincing forcefulness; inexorable truth or persuasiveness.

What? Please don’t repeat that.

I am convinced most men are logical. They see life as logical. They see us women as logical which is a no-no. They view honey-do’s as logical. Playing a game of cards is logical. Even putting a puzzle together is logical! (My husband is a whiz at puzzles and explained to me recently his “puzzle logic.” I didn’t know puzzles came with logic.)

Graduating from college required a course in Logic for me. The Professor was challenged to say the least in his “logical teaching methods.”I struggled to pass but can’t say to this day it did me any good at washing clothes, paying bills or swimming.

My thought process has evolved over the years from “doing things spontaneously and stupidly” to going to God for everything, but not logically.

Now my question is how can you be logical and process faith? Is God logical?

Did Jesus use logic to heal people? ummm. he put mud with spit on the blind guys eyes and he could see.

He gave Jonah a 3 day ride of his life in a whale.

God instructed Joshua and his armies to march 7 days around the Walls of Jericho. Blowing trumpets and yelling a “shout out” the last day brought the walls down.

I wonder if Joshua thought that was logical. or silly? or strange?

Noah built an Ark. God told him it was really going to rain. A lot. Noah was ridiculed. Laughed at. But saved. I guess he got the last laugh. Was it logical?

And who can forget Samson’s long hair? If he cut it, he would lose his “Mr. World” title. Was that logical? hardly.

Hebrews chapter 11 is an outline of faith of men and women of God written about in the Bible.

How can a logical brain believe such stories? There is no logic to them.

My pea brain can find no reasoning or scientific argument to process logic.

Now for you who have a logical side, I am sure I will hear from you. I know who you are.

For the agnostic/atheist no wonder they don’t believe it. For the rebellious teenagers it is all a joke.

For the skeptic who is a Christian, it becomes one question after another for proof.

For the person who has never heard of Christ, or God or the Bible and its herald of stories, what would they think?

Their only faith may be the chair they sit in holds them up. at least temporarily.

Or the door they walk through isn’t going to hit them in the behind.

So how can the Bible be logical? Personally for me it can’t be. I see it through the eyes of faith that has matured over the years.

As a child I never thought twice about the little Ark we built in Sunday School. I was thrilled God saved all the animals. Except roaches. We don’t need them.

Or the Walls of Jericho we built in Vacation Bible school. Later we used them as fortresses against the boys who attacked us with paper wads.

I never questioned these strange stories. I never thought twice about whether they really happened or not. It was ingrained in my heart they were true because they came from the Bible.

My faith was in God without doubt. I believed Samson had long hair that made him strong. I believed Noah opened the door of the Ark and God sent the animals in “two by two.”  I believed the Walls of Jericho fell with a shout out….don’t you?

God knew we needed logical people. They are everywhere. I can’t see why he needed so many but who am I to question his purposes.

Faith is Faith. Faith in God, the cross of Jesus is what brings us to accept stories that sound like movies made in lala land. Stories that simply make no sense to the logical mind.

Maybe we need faith to be logical.



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So What if Eve ate the Apple first?

♥The reference that Eve ate the apple first is getting old. Joyce Meyer  discusses how all through the ages we women have been unjustly blamed for many mistakes due to the apple she ate. She was quick to say that Adam didn’t resist when she offered the evil piece of fruit to him. BUT! Adam quickly pointed the finger at Eve once questioned by God.

My husband and I were having a rather important discussion. More like an argument. No, lack of communication. That’s it. I communicate, he listens. Just kidding!

His father told me my husband leaves important points of conversations out with people. According to his father, we who are endeared to his few words are left without. Spending much of my time trying to decipher his level of intelligence (which is quite high) I find myself sliding down the slide backwards without a paddle. He on the other hand has finished the conversation in two words and left to go watch “Survivor” leaving me questioning, “were we finished?”

Now I don’t take this personally because he is completely innocent here in that he is not a talker. Really. Not a talker. He is so glad he married one though! lol! Our differences, like so many couples span years of disillusionment of what the other is thinking or trying to figure the other one out.

It is easy for men to venture to the apple in the midst of a “discussion” with the female gender.   The men in my life including my husband, dad, brother, many uncles and cousins have labeled this moment in time as a “badge of honor” and a focal point for many shameless jokes.

A sign may as well be plastered on our foreheads, “Eve ate the apple first.” 

The guilt of this crime set forth the rules which lie on the bedposts of matrimony. The Tarzan‘s of the Jungle have no competition with this one.

The brand has stuck for centuries and the fight goes on. But! today I found the answer!

Surfing the net I found an article called, “What really makes men tick?”  The article is from a new book called “The Male Brain” by Louann Brizendine, M.D. You can find her website at http://drlouann.ning.com/

A quick summary posted that men and women’s brains work off of 2 systems.  Women are by far more emotional and tend to react that way. Men have very little attachment to emotions leading them directly to a “cognitive” sense and kind of like “get over it” adaptation. Women can become immediately empathetic, while men run off to play football.

The point is that now we women don’t have to feel responsible for our emotional upheavals or downward spirals; our spontaneous moods or irrational behavior because we are not “COGNITIVE!”  Men’s hormones are different from ours so we are off the hook here ladies!

I can tell that went over well for you men out there who are shaking your heads.  You are probably thinking, “oh no. don’t let my wife read this.”

So now that I have spilled the beans how does that attach to Eve’s apple? The apple that subjected us to submission? Herein lies the all engulfing war between the two genders. Yes, blame Eve still.

The famous Bible verse of all verses: Ephesians 5:22 “Wives, submit yourselves to your husbands as to the Lord.

The answer to that verse has been battled over, divorced over, fought over, torn apart. It has been left out of wedding vows, changed in wedding vows, misused, abused and transfused.

Hated by some and loved by others it is the epiphany of marriage. The stronghold. The word of God made of dirt by two in the garden who inhabited character traits handed down for generations. Traits influenced by the evil snake of all snakes.

Again back to the great Joyce Meyer who placed it all in perspective where it needs to be:

“Women were born out of Adam’s side, not under his foot.”

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