Month: December 2018

It is January, I need to drive West to spend the last days with my mom. We need food and prescriptions for the 2500 mile trip. As I wait for my prescription, Mom appears in my mind. No time for shopping, I need to get home. Paying for the prescription, I leave.

I walk in the door and Bart is leaving, “I have some errands to run, be back later!”

“A text arrived from my sister, it is a picture of my mom, she looks dead already!”

“Sorry, I will be back soon!”

Believing my mom can hang on, I hope! Twenty minutes later another text comes. She is gone.

WHAT DO I DO?  I am alone 2500 miles from family. WHAT DO I DO? My sister calls, “The pastor is here and he wants to know, what is the most important thing about Mom?”

“SHE CAME AND FOUND US!!!!!!”

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Forty-seven years earlier, my friend says, “It looks like you are moving.”

“NO, WE AREN’T!” I turn and see a U-Haul behind a station wagon and my dad is packing. Very soon I am in the third seat, leaning out the window saying goodbye, “I will write to you!”

Dad says, “NO, YOU WON’T!”

Everyone is in the car except…  “Where’s Mom?”

God has given me a dream of helping millions of women to be set free: from the lies of the devil, the garbage they have been handed in life, and from thoughts which enslaves them.

When I look at my self, I see a 56 year old woman who is only now learning how to communicate clearly. From the worlds point of view 56 is close to 60 which is when people start to die, or what I saw growing up. Who am I to think I could be used?

Walking out the door, Bart reminded me a few years ago he thought I would be using a walker, or a wheelchair by this age. During prayer meeting I mentioned how I see myself doing what Joyce Meyer is doing but I am already 56 years old, Joyce started so many years earlier. Jody spoke up and said, that is why you are going to live to 120 years old. Living to 120 is a thought God dropped into my mind when I turned 50, I am not yet even to middle age.

Tonight is the first time I have ever looked at Abraham and compare him to my life; he became a father in his old age and lived 75 more years, maybe I need to pay more attention. Abraham had to Believe God and not look at his body. I need to remember How God has healed my body and is continuing to make it new, not look or think about my age!

This God, who changed me from a broken body, bent and limping in chronic pain for 28 years to standing tall and straight with no limp, pain free, and daily run or walk 5 miles! He is able to do what needs to be done for me to succeed in helping others.