Friday, August 29, 2014

WE PRAY TO GOD IN HEAVEN!


SEEING OMAHA FROM THE PLANE...
MANY STREETS AND PARKS LOCATIONS I RECOGNIZE...
AND OUR CITY OF MANY THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE
 CAN/WILL/SHOULD
LIFT UP HEARTS AND HANDS
TO GOD!

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday

Thursday, August 28, 2014

YES! THE LORD IS GOOD!!!


IN KAMPALA, OMAHA, LONDON, NEW YORK CITY, PARIS,
AND ANY CITIES AND/OR TOWNS
 AROUND AND ABOUT THE WORLD 
IS EXACTLY HOW ALL OF OUR LIVES CHANGE
MIRACULOUSLY AND EXCEEDINGLY
WHEN WE SEEK OUR LORD.
HE TRULY IS GOOD TO AND FOR US.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Sunday, August 24, 2014

HE TRULY IS MY PORTION...


YES, WE CAN HAVE WONDERFUL FAMILY AND FRIENDS...
I DO!! ...
BUT HE IS TRULY ALL WE CAN THOROUGHLY
HOPE FOR AND WAIT FOR.
HE IS "IT"... FOREVER AND EVER.

Friday, August 22, 2014

PORTLAND AVENUE BAPTIST CHURCH, TACOMA, WA.


I've shared this salvation issue many times over the years.  When in Tacoma, and driving or going around and about, I always try to see this church.  In mid-March, 1966, the Lord sent me there with my friend, Carol, who had just moved into my apartment a couple weeks earlier.  When I asked lots of "God" questions and through her confusion when she saw the UN-godliness, she connected me to one of the men who was a straightforward sharer and teacher.  I went with her to the church, which was all the way across town and we had to take the bus.  Not a nearby going-in-and-out situation as almost all of us in this nation do now.

I was showing my Omaha friend, Lisa, for whom I had gone to Tacoma August 11th, because she was working there for a couple months in a special nursing teaching way.  Even though we had been friends at church for a few years, she hadn't known I was from Tacoma.  And while she was out there, I didn't know it.  I knew she was working hard somewhere, but assumed it was here in Omaha.  When I suddenly discovered it, at the beginning of her last section out there and it would be ending August 15th, I definitely wanted to be there with her so she'd truly know me.

Since she had already read my book, "The Annie Project", I certainly wanted to be there with her and have her see much of the portion of Tacoma that was part of the book.  

I didn't use the NAME of Tacoma, but much of what occurred to "Cary" and/or "Annie" in the book I shared the events, rarely was an actual town named -- except Klickitat, WA, in one full chapter story.  While in Tacoma, I showed Lisa houses that were part of my family many, many, many years ago.  For instance, one where my Mom lived when adopted when born in 1920.  We all had been in that "Grandma"  house occasionally until I was about 25, around 1970, and Mom had let it go.  She had had it several years since my grandma had died.  Showing Lisa that house, and several other ones, and Wright Park and Point Defiance Park, and many other places, seeing and meeting some of my family was quite fun.  She was a very busy lady, but we miraculously fit it in!  Now she truly knows me.
MOM'S ORIGINAL HOUSE, SIGNIFICANTLY READJUSTED
WRIGHT PARK, MOM'S FAVORITE
 
2 AREAS OF PT. DEFIANCE PARK
The first real place we went to was the Baptist church that I had entered through Carol.  I came to the Lord April 15th, 1966, but not at the church.  I had been taken to the home of the man's family for dinner. He had already laid the truth of the Lord on me.  And, he, Stan, said the right things and through him, He took me in.  Lisa asked if I'd have a photo at the church. I never had.  She took the photos.  I was amazed.  Now, it ISN'T a Baptist church.  Several other titles have taken place over about 20 years, but it looks nearly exactly the same way.  And, BTW, I was a Sunday School teacher shortly after I came to the Lord.  THAT is amazing, too.  And every time I go by the church, I see the windows where I was in my teaching places.  Makes me smile.  So, here's the photos, even though nothing is perfect.  Might make you grin, though.  That would be a good thing.
Tell Me a Story

ARISE! SHINE....


WE ARE BLESSED,
FILLED WITH BLESSINGS.
HIS "LIGHTFULNESS" IS WHAT WE CAN COUNT UPON
 FOREVER AND EVER.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

LOVE BUTTERFLIES; HATE MOTHS


 
Our Yard in Omaha, NE.

 Years and years and years ago, about 60 of them,  we had moved to a new and better portion of Tacoma, Washington.  It was a larger house than anything we'd been in.  I was 9 years old and in 4th grade, and I had 4 younger sisters... much younger than I was.

The portion upstairs was where 4 of us were.  We had a couple of beds and a dresser.  We played up there and jumped around and about.  I did my school classing issues up there.  I'll never forget that place.  When I'm in Tacoma I almost always drive past it.  It's improved over the years.  NOW it's for sale for nearly $400,000.  That is truly amazing!!  It does look nice, but knowing that neighborhood, still seeing some of the houses that look similarly, I'm a little shocked.

One of the issues I titled this caused me to move to truly hate the moths.  I hadn't seen them prior to this, I don't think.  However, when we went to bed, and the light was turned off, I was overwhelmed by what happened then.

There was a small hole in the wall by my bed.  I can't remember which of my sisters was in the bed with me.  However, I was next to the wall.  As it was dark, these bugs flew over my face, touching my cheeks and going through my hair.  I was filled with anger and fear.

The stretch of time ever since, I have been a butterfly lover, around and about our nation and other nations.  But moths have driven me nuts when going around and about lamps or any other kind of lights.

I look forward to seeing butterflies in heaven.  Truly, truly, really, really do.

Our Yard
Tell Me a Story

THANKFUL FOR HUGE BLESSING!


A HUGE BLESSING TO SEE THIS
AT MY COUSIN, JEANETTE'S,YARD 
FILLED WITH FLOWERS AND JOYFULNESS.

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

BIRDS NEED GOD, TOO!


A BLESSING TO SEE THIS BIRD
RIGHT OUTSIDE MY SISTER'S APARTMENT WINDOW.
ALWAYS MAKES ME SMILE, REJOICE.
AND I'M GLAD GOD HELPS THEM, TOO.

Friday, August 15, 2014

MY/OUR/THEIR STRONG REFUGE!


YES, HE IS!
ALL WE CAN COUNT ON
FOREVER AND EVER.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

OUR STRONG ROCK IS WHAT COUNTS!


WE ARE IN A "rocky" WORLD,
SOME GOOD,
SOME EVIL.
HE IS THE ONLY TRUE ROCK WE CAN
 COUNT ON,
RELY UPON,
REJOICE AROUND AND ABOUT IT.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

WONDERFUL MEN, WONDERFUL CHILDREN


IT WAS A TREAT TO BE THERE THEN AS A WOMAN.
IT WAS A TREAT TO WATCH THE MEN CARING FOR
AND GOING AROUND AND ABOUT TO OPEN
THE HEARTS OF THE CHILDREN THEY WERE
CONNECTED TO AT THAT TIME AND FOREVER.

Monday, August 11, 2014

SPRINGS AND WATERS AND MOUNTAINS


HE IS THE ETERNAL BLESSING!
HE PLACES EVERYTHING FORWARD
AS ARE NEEDED.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

CALLING UNTO HIM IS WHAT COUNTS!!


HE TRULY IS ALL WE CAN ETERNALLY COUNT ON!
OUR WORLD CHANGES;
HE    DOES   NOT !!!

Friday, August 8, 2014

OUR REDEEMER IS STRONG!



TRUTHFULISM STRIKES AGAIN... STRONGLY!

REALITY THERE, WOULD BE REALITY EVERYWHERE, TOO!
WORLDWIDE, DONCHA THINK?
I SEE TV, ETC, STUFF NO MATTER WHEN I'M WALKING OR DRIVING AROUND AND ABOUT.  IT'S A CONSISTENT PART OF WHAT IS FOCUSING ON GOOD STUFF AND BAD STUFF. 

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday

Thursday, August 7, 2014

I'M A "ROOTER" FOR THE LORD!


THE LORD LAID THIS VERSE ON ME NEARLY 15 YEARS AGO.  THAT WOULDN'T MAKE SENSE TO MANY IN THE WORLD, BUT IT DID TO ME BACK THEN AND HAS CONSISTENTLY SINCE THEN.  

THE SITUATION IS THAT, IN SINFULNESS CONNECTED TO OUR WORLD, SOME PEOPLE ARE STANDING UP FOR THE LORD STRONGLY WHEN IT IS BEFORE THEIR EYES AND HEARTS.  THEY ARE THE ONES WHO ARE DESTROYING THE SATANIC FRUIT.  ONE OF THEM, AS AN EXAMPLE, CAN BE ABORTION.  I'M PROUD OF THOSE WHO HAVE DEALT WITH IT PERSONALLY AND STRONGLY AND 
CONNECTED TO THEIR CITY AND STATE SIGNIFICANTLY.

GOD USES ME AND A NUMBER OF OTHERS IN A DIFFERENT WAY.  WE LOOK AT THE UNDERGROUND OF THE AREA TO DETERMINE HISTORICALLY IF OTHER gods HAVE BEEN WORSHIPED AND IF OR HOW SACRIFICE HAD BEEN PART OF THE EVENTS THAT HAVE TAKEN PLACE.

IN OUR CITY AREA, OR STATES, OTHER NATIONS, THE LORD HAS USED TO ME [AND OTHERS] TO SHARE WITH PASTORS OR LEADERS OR WORSHIPERS OR SPIRITUAL GODLY "SACRIFICERS".  WHEN THEY SEE THE "UNDERGROUND" AND SEE THE "ROOTS" FROM THEIR HISTORICAL SITUATION, THE SATANIC AND/OR DEMONIC PIECES CAN BE DESTROYED.  THE ROOTS CAN COME OUT AND BE TORN AND BROKEN AND RUINED AND BURIED IN THE LORD'S GODLY LOCATION.  THEY CAN DO NOTHING BUT BE IN CONTROL BY HIM FOREVER AND EVER.

SO, EVEN WHEN I'M NICE, I'M A "ROOTY" PERSON AND A "ROCKY" PERSON... AS I'M WELL KNOWN OF NOW.  I DRIVE SOME PEOPLE NUTS AND MAKE OTHERS FILLED WITH ENCOURAGEMENT OF WHEN, WHERE, AND HOW THE ENEMY CAN BE DESTROYED, AROUND AND ABOUT.

MY GOD-JOB, FOR DOZENS OF YEARS, IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, SERVING HIM, HOWEVER HE PRODS ME, MOVES ME ON HIS PATH, I'LL TRULY TRY TO BE HIS WARFARE WORKER,  FROM NOW UNTIL HEAVEN, AND FOREVER, NO MATTER WHAT  HE USES ME 
FOR THERE, TOO..

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

THE GIFT OF GOD... THROUGH D.T.N.


THE LORD OFTEN USED MY HUSBAND AS A GIFT TO POUR IN THE PEACE OF MIND AND HEART!
DEALING WITH ANY CONFUSION OR INTENSITY, DAVE WOULD POUR ENCOURAGEMENT ON ME.
A YEAR OR SO AFTER OUR MARRIAGE, WHEN HE HAD BECOME THE STEP-DAD WITH TEENS, HE PUT THIS ON THE REFRIGERATOR AS HE WAS HEADING TO WORK.

I LOVED THIS PIECE HE GAVE ME THEN, AND I HAVE IT STILL IN OUR DT/CJ ALBUM.  CAN'T NOT NOT KEEP IT!
Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday



Tell Me a Story

Monday, August 4, 2014

MIRACULOUSLY, HATEFULNESS OF MINE WAS HEALED!

Years and years ago, when taking care of my sisters, when I began at age of seven, I did all the stuff that was necessary. 
Several years later than described, of course!
I changed diapers... in those old days the cotton ones that needed to be washed, hung out, and re-used, of course... and fed and put to bed.  Sometimes, which is normal in our world, one sister or two or three or four or five, might be sick [flu, chicken pox, mumps, measles, etc.], throwing up, bleeding from something.  My dad, even though he was very alcoholic in his life, he often would help clean the mess up off the beds, the floors or the stairs if the girls threw up and that ugly, stinky mess was there.  Dad and I would do it together.  My mom, for some reason, couldn't deal with it at all!


I was ten years old when Jim Elliot and the other missionaries were killed in Ecuador, January, 1956.  I read it in the newspaper, while laying on the floor in our living room in Tacoma, WA, and my future desire piled into me then. I had very little knowledge of the Lord at that time, but, as I read that, I wanted to go to South America when I grew up, travel on the Amazon River, be a nurse and go around and about forever and help.  Yes, I did NOT know much of the Lord then.  And the abuse and struggleness I walked through nearly every day, was making me a Tough Cookie.  To have been a nurse, I would have been quite unpleasant, I'm sure.

Yes, I took care of my sisters, no matter what the sickness was.  And then something strangely occurred.

Shortly after I left the family the day after I graduated, except for some significant events in the next two or three years, I could NOT deal with vomiting and cleaning it up.  I could handle some forms of blood, but not much.  OH, and I could NOT EVER deal with needles, at all, anywhere.  Even as a kid, I had to have people cover me and keep me from seeing.  IF I was helping someone else, I would put a piece of sheet covering between us, and I could hold the other's hand, but couldn't watch.  Would explode in fear. 

My kids had to deal with this years ago, too, because if they were sick, and the vomiting and other smelly things happened, I couldn't do what needed to be done quickly
enough, and I feel sorry about that.  I would freak out when any of those needs were in their lives, and, as the mom, I felt thoroughly guilty for not being a good enough mom.  They were young in my mid-twenties and it didn't change for quite a number of years. They deal with it well with their kids.  Sorry I didn't.

Something amazingly just turned around.  All these years, if I had to help someone in Uganda, various parts of our states, etc., I could do it, but I still was horrifically fearful.  NOW, in the past three years, beginning when I was sixty-six, my life has changed.  How?  The Lord dropped Bhutanese into my life four years ago.  Suddenly, I was taking the gals to a local hospital when they were going to be having a baby in the next few months.  I was just a helper and encourager.  At
first, even in the hospital area when a baby was going to be born soon, I was simply a hand-holder and not looking at much of anything, connected to shots, IV, and the other "baby" issues.  The first time, one of the doctors told me to count loudly one-to-ten during the birth.  So, I did, the few times necessary.  The baby arrived.

Over a period of time, I became much more involved in what was necessary.  What's funny, is that it finally hit me in this July when two babies for two families suddenly were coming early, and I was heavily involved at the hospital with them. Now I'm more like I was as a kid.  I hold hands, I help clean re: vomit or blood, I help and hold arms and just rub their forehead no matter what kind of needles are being inserted.  When the baby is due, I'm holding the mommy's leg, hollering the numbers, grabbing whatever is needed by the nurse and doctor.  

Life truly has changed.  I have one more baby to arrive in a few weeks.  Don't know that I can do it again.  This will be baby # nine for me.  The nurses and doctors at the hospital always are grateful for me and appreciate what I am doing for these people who are fairly new in our nation and need to be encouraged.  I take the mom to the hospital when the man is working, or I meet the family there, and I usually stay the whole time -- even if it's a couple days or so -- until the baby comes.  Then, I stay for about an hour so I can see how the mom is doing and I can hold the baby or take photos of it.  THEN I go home and sleep and rest for a day or two.

Still it's amazing that I am actually accepted, appreciated, and loved by many when I'm doing something I couldn't do for approximately forty-four years.  What a treat!

OH and this last time, after a significant number of hours, the baby needed to come through surgery.  AND for the first time in my life, I was in the surgery for C-section and was holding the mom's hand.  Couldn't see MUCH of the surgery, but, since it was 3 AM, and the windows were in the other side of the room, sometimes the events showed in the window.  Then I also saw the baby brought out and the situation, momentarily was pretty serious, but he began to turn be OK.   That was a whole new world for me.




God healed me...a re-opened God-job... and, hopefully, I can help heal others.  Life has changed.  I'm a happy lady, because of that.

Tell Me a Story

EVERYTHING LIVES BY HIS POWER...


BACK IN MAY, '92, I HAD DRIVEN A FRIEND FROM OMAHA AROUND AND ABOUT LOCATIONS FOR HER TO SEE.  SHE HAD ALREADY WRITTEN A STORY ABOUT EVENTS IN COLORADO AND UTAH.  SHE HAD NEVER TRULY BEEN IN THOSE AREAS.  WE WERE ON THE ROAD FOR NEARLY A WEEK, SOME OF IT FUN AND SOME OF IT SERIOUS, ESPECIALLY WHEN THE STORMS WERE HITTING.  BUT, EVEN THOUGH I HAD TAKEN SOME REALLY GREAT PHOTOS BACK THEN, AND HAVE USED THEM, THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES.  AND MARY TOOK THIS ONE OF ME.
WHAT A TREAT!
AND THIS PHOTO WAS JUST A SHORT PIECE OF THE WORD IN PHOTOS CONNECTED TO ROMANS 11:36:

EVERYTHING COMES FROM GOD ALONE,
EVERYTHING LIVES BY HIS POWER,
AND EVERYTHING FOR HIS GLORY.

MADE ME GRIN TO SEE THIS PHOTO AGAIN
AND SHARING IT AROUND AND ABOUT AGAIN.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

MALACHI IS ON MY HEART...



A HUGE "AMEN"..
HIS HEALING -- BODY, SOUL, AND SPIRIT --
TRULY IS A "FOREVER" BLESSING.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

WISDOM.... WE FOLKS AND OTHER "FOLKS"


IF WE CAN DO IT, THEY CAN DO IT.
IF THEY CAN DO IT, WE CAN DO IT.
YEP... FOREVER AND EVER.