HIS MERCY AND KINDNESS

AMEN!!

[AND THANK YOU MY DEAR LORD.]

HE IS UPRIGHT, MY ROCK

I KNOW THIS WORD,

AND I BELIEVE IT,

AND I DAILY WORSHIP MY LORD.

AND I TRULY REJOICE ANY TIME I SEE ANY ROCK...

TALL OR SMALL.

BUT ESPECIALLY THIS ONE

MY HEART-LOVING ROCK.

WISDOM, KNOWLEDGE, AND JOY

IN THE 28-1/2 YEARS I HAVE KNOWN MY HUSBAND,

I HAVE SEEN HIM AS A MAN COVERED WITH AND 

FILLED WITH WISDOM, KNOWLEDGE, AND JOY.

HE IS A SERVER, A CAREGIVER, A TEACHER.

A WONDERFUL HUSBAND,

A VERY GOOD STEP-DAD,

A GREAT GRANDPA.

TO SAY THE LEAST, I LOVE HIM DEARLY.

SHINE BEACON LIGHTS...

ONE OF MY GOALS IN LIFE.

HOLDING OUT THE WORD.

JULIUS DIED... FIRST RESPONDERS

Today we went arrived at a very busy portion of Omaha -- for info to you who know Omaha, it was at 23rd and Vinton.  While driving in and out of the neighborhood, I remembered being up on the main street nearby a couple years ago when a murder had taken place.  Hard so often when we're looking around and about the town and are passing murder sites.  Makes my heart shudder with sorrow.

Today a number of people connected to Julius arrived.  Family, friends, people who had been encouraging him to leave the gang and grow in the Lord.  They'd helped him prepare for a job,  gave him wisdom.  And a number of us simply connected to First Responders and his family and friends came.

The prayer time was amazing.  Filled with blessings.  Oh, and a few of the police that arrived to keep a safe eye on us, which is their standard now, got out of the cars and came to our circles and prayed with us.  That happens occasionally and is a real blessing.  Partly, because the groups who have lost a member don't trust the police, and after these prayer times it begins to enter their hearts that they can trust the police.

A couple had left already.

At the end, I had a blessing.  I was able to get a couple of the prayer shawls out of my car and one was given to Julius's mother, but she was not with us, but the shawl would be taken to her by one of her family members.  The other shawl was given to

Julius's aunt, and she was with us, and I was asked to  "shawl" her and pray for her.  I handed my camera to a young fellow and just asked him to take a few.  He did.

 

So now you've see a number of photos of the carers, the prayers, the encouragers... and you've seen me.  

And I came home very tired, very cold, very physically/ mentally challenged... but filled with joy, because I know people were filled with the Lord, filled with peace.

BLESSING THE LORD, ALWAYS...

INTENSELY AS LIFE WAS DURING THAT STRETCH OF TIME,

 I WAS ALSO BLESSED BY THEIR JOYFULNESS.

NOW, THERE ARE SEVERAL GRANDKIDS FROM THEM,

AND DAVE AND I ARE REJOICING,

 AGAIN AND AGAIN,

 EVERY DAY.

AND THANKING AND BLESSING OUR LORD.

FLINTY FACE

While reading Luke 9,  I was drawn to the verses that talk about Jesus "setting his face" towards Jerusalem. Isaiah 50:7 refers to setting a face like flint. It reminded me of the times when I actually have that same sense and I know the Lord has called me to do something outside my normal pattern, my comfort zone.

When the "flinty face" happens, my understanding has grown that it is God's way of telling me I'm headed into a tough situation or onto an unfamiliar path and I must not let fear, or other interfering emotions, deter me from "following my face."

Two examples:
  

In September, 2003, He laid it on me big time to go to Soroti, Uganda, to help in the rebel/IDP situation . I felt very insecure at first. Not the "going", because I'm nearly always ready and willing to do that, but having no idea how I could help in a war zone. I'm definitely not a medical person, which was the obvious need. From the beginning of the "call" -- so intense and specific -- I could, at certain times, feel my face becoming "flinty". Occasionally, during the stretch between the "call" in early September, until my arrival in Uganda in mid-November, if someone told me they disapproved of what I was planning and they didn't believe I'd heard correctly, I felt my face tighten and harden ... and it wasn't because I was torked at the person who was challenging me. It was simply because the Lord was making sure I didn't let anything, or anyone, interfere with His instructions.

When I reached Uganda, while resting and prepping and hanging out with my many Ugandan family and friends at a ministry location, a hundred miles or so from Soroti, one of the organization's leaders told me I seemed "too determined" and he couldn't guarantee they would help me or allow me to help them. While he was talking to me, I felt my face tighten, and I, basically, told him whether they approved or not, I was going, because that was what God had called me to do. Period. Within a few days he had "caved" to my desires and for part of my time, I did work with and for them. My time in Soroti was one of the hardest -- if not THE hardest -- ministry stretches I've ever faced, even though I met many wonderful pastors, international aide workers, and locals. I returned home in mid February and had PTS for several months. However, not once did I question whether I was in the right place at the right time.  I knew -- and my husband did -- that this was where I was called to be.  Period.


Then, in July, '09,  "flint" occurred again. The Lord called me

to drive a truck from Omaha to New Hampshire for a lady was moving there and her physical issues could not be part of this.  She would fly out when I had dropped her household items off. Now, I had never driven anything diesel; I had never driven anything that long or large. I had never driven through much of that part of the country. And, when driving, I had several scary driving situations due to weather, my inexperience, other folks' popping their cars around the truck and startling me. "Help me, Jesus" was hollered hundreds of times, I'm sure. And, if He hadn't responded, not only would the household belongings in the truck have been damaged, but quite possibly my body. Also, while driving, I could sense that not only was I crossing "state" lines, but crossing spiritual lines. The spiritual discernment gift of mine that's a little on the weak side much of the time was greatly sensitized. Knowing these things really kept me on constant alert. After 3 very long 12-to-15 hour driving days, I reached there in good condition, other than exhausted, and, miraculously, nothing in the truck was damaged.

Quite often I "feel" the Lord wants me to go somewhere and I prepare for the trip. Next week I believe I'm called to Denver.  Gotta prep, gotta go.   During the prep time, I usually move cautiously to make sure I'm not just in a mood to "run away from home" -- away from the frustrations and everydayness of life.

And, over the years,  there are those a number of times ...  those amazing times .... when my face turns to flint.  Comes and goes depending on the seriosity of the situations.  The Denver one will, as a side event, put me in the Bhutanese refugee area to meet ones who plan to come to Omaha.  Probably ain't easy, but absolutely necessary.  My "flint" will be based on getting around Denver [which I'm not good at] and doing what God has called me to do, even if I ain't comfy. 

OH, and just for your information, my husband prays over me and sends me off as he knows God has called me.  He can't do more than his jobs here, which are ministries, of one kind or another.  So, we miss each other dreadfully, and love each other much.