Fighting my Battle

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.

 

Still Here

Just in case you thought I disappeared I pledge to be back to tell you all the ways God has been changing me these last few months. I have been changing by leaps and bounds as God is helping me get my house in order for Him to Use me. Already He is growing my faith to reach out to strangers I meet in the grocery store, the doctors office, or a rest stop and pray for their healing. I have not had the chance to see miracles healing but I have planted seeds for God to Water and Grow His Love in their hearts.

God Bless each and every one who reads my blog, tomorrow I will have my new logo set to my blog. I have chosen one with Marcia, and Bart likes it; I am growing and becoming normal enough that unless I say something people don’t know I spent my life being broken. God Is a Wonderful Miraculous Loving Father Who Brings Healing if you allow Him!

Do you like the logo?

Soul Control

My soul (mind, will, and emotion) was the part of my life that put me on a roller-coaster of Great Heights and Deep Despair; for weeks at a time depression would take over my life and I didn’t know why or have any control. I called my pastor one day I was not doing well. We talked for 20 minutes and the things she said, lifted me up, and then dropped me back into despair, and around again. Shocked, I learned from that conversation, that the words of another person controlled my feelings!

How was it so easy for my emotions to be lead up and down like a game at the county fair? Power, I gave away my power over what I thought which changed my feelings and my will to act!

MY LIFE STARTED TO CHANGE when I saw and understood Ephesians 4:22-24 and Romans 12:1-2 where God talks about renewing my mind, and 2 Corinthians 10:3-5 where He says take every thought captive to the obedience of Christ.

Philippians 4:8 Tells us what to think: what ever is true, honorable, right pure, lovely, of good repute, any excellence and worthy of praise let your mind dwell on these things.

Bit by bit my life improved so that now when I have a bad thought that starts to take me down; I usually catch it and kick it out of my head and replace it with a Good Thought within a few minutes, maybe up to a few hours, but never for more than a day. It is so different to live life with positive thinking and believing the best about a situation or a person. Life is a joy to live.

I do have to say it is more than just positive thinking; God’s Word Has Power to change your life and the way you think. He has set me free from Emotional and Physical Pain and changed my Soul so I am able to have a conversation with people and they have no idea anything ever happened.

Come join me in Living a Good Enjoyable life in Jesus!

The Soul

Last year, I bought a shirt at the Joyce Meyer Women’s Conference; choosing to have Psalm 23:3 printed on it, shocking me tears fell, something deep inside was breaking open.

When I put on the shirt today, God downloaded Understanding into my spirit. He Restores my soul! Each of us has a soul and it is made up of our mind, will and emotions. What this country needs is to have our souls restored. When people are hurt and damaged by relationships or life experiences, especially occurring in childhood it changes who we are and the way we react to situations.

Waking up to one more shooting and no one has a reason, I understanding, we need Jesus to Restore our Soul in this country so we can live in Peace with each other.

Who knew how important one verse could be? Only God!

The Good and The Bad of My 2 Dads

THE DAY TIME STOPPED

Going to Meijer for my prescription and groceries, problem: no insurance and the discount cards mailed to us, have expired. The clerk is working on finding some discount and it is taking time, I need to pack for a 5000 mile trip in our RV (hoping to camp on the trip in January) to spend the last days with my mom before she dies.

As I wait, I see a picture of my mom appear in my mind, (this never happens). No time for shopping, I need to get home.

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? I post this question on Facebook and get condolences but no help.

My sister calls, “The pastor has come to the house, he is asking us to tell him, ‘what is the most important thing about Mom?”

“SHE CAME AND FOUND US!!!!!!”

*****

47 years earlier,

“Isn’t it great to have time off from school to play?, Did your class have a play about the Pilgrims and Indians?”.

 “No,  are you moving?”

“NO, WE AREN’T!” I turn and see a U-Haul behind a station wagon. “No one said anything, but something is happening.”

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?”

Dad responds, “We will pick her up at the gas station.”

Sitting back, I wait, trusting Dad because he is, MY DAD, my everything! Driving up to the gas station, I am searching for Mom, she has to be here, somewhere! “WHERE IS SHE!!! Where is Mom!”

I start moving forward to get out of the car, “Is she in the bathroom?”

Dad says, “get back in your seat!”

“But Mom, where is she?”

“BE Quiet!”

Mom, Where are you? We can’t move without you!

Dad gets back into the car, “Kids, guess what, Edie is going to be your new mom!”

WHAT IS GOING ON? MY MOM IS GONE? I didn’t understand when Edie and her 3 kids moved into our house, it was weird how her three kids added to my family made 3 boys and 3 girls. I was the oldest but now became a middle child and now, their mom is suppose to be my mom?

Dad drives us to his best friend’s place. It is getting dark, we knock, when the door opens all 8 of us crowd inside the door, and stand there. “Hey buddy, Guess what I’ve decided to do? Isn’t this exciting? Aren’t you happy for me?”

“What in Heaven are you doing?”

“the kids are tired, can they lay down to nap? Then we can talk.”

Dad carries the little ones, I follow. We 3 kids lay down, he covers us and turns on the record of, “Peter and the Wolf” and later, “The Nut Cracker” My brother and sister fall asleep; I am trying to listening to the story but the sound of yelling is rising over the top of the stories.

We soon pile back into the car, we are not welcome anymore. Backing out of the driveway, we hear, “Go home to your wife!”

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Meanwhile, Mom is at the beautician getting “the works” done.

“What are you getting all pretty for? Do you have a party to go to?”

“He must have gotten a job to have money to pay for this. I wonder where he got a job?”

“Nobody here to pick you up?”

Can I use your phone to call home? Thank you! No one is answering, I guess I will walk.”

Mom arrives home, talking to herself, “Rich was suppose to pick me up, he made me think things were turning around and getting better; telling me to get “the works” done, he is not here to see what he paid for?”  Opening the door, she sees a letter on the table.

“What Has Rich Done Now? I cannot believe he thinks he knows kids and he leaves the bikes parked outside!”

“What do I do? Who do I call? MY KIDS ARE GONE!!! WHERE ARE MY KIDS? It might be good that Rich left, but MY CHILDREN!”

Calling the Pastor, “Rich is your friend, Do you know where he went? My house is empty! My kids are gone! All I have is a STUPID 10 page note from Rich telling me how I was a bad mom and didn’t control him like his mom did! He decided to replace me with Edie and her 3 kids? He could have left with her, why did he take my children? What do I do?”

Pastor responds, “I am on my way over! Sit tight!”

“I need to stay here because Justine will call, she is in first grade and knows the phone number, she will call her mom!” The phone is eerily silent. “I want to call my sister but I don’t want to tie up the phone, if I am on it and Justine tries to call she will get a busy signal!”

“It is getting dark,”  Pastor pleads, “You need to pack some things and come with me to my house, I cannot allow you to stay in this empty house waiting for the phone to ring.”

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Dad drives North into Canada to see relatives, finding no help he drives South to Missouri to his big sister. She will help me! She always fixes things!

We get to stay with my favorite cousin and play with barbie, I’m not allowed to have a barbie and they have sea horses. We spend a few weeks with my Aunt and her family sleeping on the floor of the play room in sleeping bags. We stay long enough for me to start school; Dad takes me to school.

The teacher asks, “Which reading book are you using?”

Fear and anxiety overwhelm me and all I can do is stare at her.

“Come on honey, you know what book your used!”

We leave Missouri and find a home to spend Christmas and the New Year. This house has cathedral ceilings  and open floor with a fireplace at the far end; we used a long picnic table to sit and eat, we slept upstairs: all the children sleep on the floor in one room in sleeping bags. Christmas morning we come down stairs and see pretty colored  papers to learn origami. We also drink eggnog by the fireplace. Outside we slide down the hill on a sled and ice skate on the frozen pond.

New Years Eve, all the children are in the sleeping bags asleep; I hear the church bells ring out marking midnight, and I feel something wrong. My eyes are closed but I feel someone is putting their hand inside my sleeping bag and touching me where no one should. Dad is downstairs, Mom is gone, I am alone!

Soon we are driving again, the sun is warm and strong.  Dad is all excited about this new fruit at the gas station!  It is a mixture of orange and tangerine. After the gas station we drive through the desert and stop to look at cactus, I pick a flower and soon find out the cactus flowers have thorns! My hand is filled with Thorns! Often we stop at McDonald’s to eat and use the bathroom. I proudly remember the day, finally I am able to eat a whole Big Mac by my self. I don’t know if I actually grew bigger but I felt like I won something! I have enjoyed Big Mac’s ever since.

Pulling into the outskirts of San Diego we find a dead end street to park our U-haul. We 6 children walk up and down the empty dirt field and climb the fence to check out the cement drain, picking up golf balls that fly over from the golf course, you can make money picking up golf balls. What else do you do at a dead end street when you live out of a small U-haul trailer? We eat peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches finishing one jar of this interesting mix of peanut butter and jam in the same jar with a loaf of white bread for each meal. We are sleeping in the car in cramped conditions; where do we get water or go to the bathroom?  The local 7/11 store is just down the street.  Soon the police come to tell us we cannot stay there.

Quickly, we move into a huge room at a motel down the street from the dead end campsite; the adults take the bed and we kids sleep on the floor again, soon we move into the house down the street, across an empty lot. The boys get a bedroom and the girls get a separate room, we all have beds! No kitchen chairs or table but a long countertop to stand at to eat. The only time I remember eating the older children gathered around the fridge looking for food, we found half a loaf of bread to split and we each looked for something to put on the bread. My brother chose Tabasco sauce, I chose mayo.

We have a dog named Princess who lives chained up outside and a cat shows up on our doorstep one day. We were all excited over the possibility to hold it, to keep peace we decided to each have 60 seconds to hold it in our arms; I never knew how long a minute could be while waiting for my turn, but quickly the minute leaves while holding the pretty white Siamese cat.

We start school again, this is my 4th classroom, in the fourth state, of my second year of grade school. I find many differences: the first is the hallways are outside in the sun, lunches are at picnic tables outside; once and a while we eat in the classroom as a lunch cart brings the milk, and we pay our 5 cents. The classroom is half Spanish speaking and half English speaking; our teacher speaks both languages. The playground games are the same: 4 square, 7 up, and dodge ball. I am very good at dodge ball, but each state has it’s own rules.

Life in San Diego with no money is boring; we go to the beach, (an inlet that is safe with playground equipment to climb on), sometimes we actually make it to the ocean and have a run in with jelly fish, scary. We take a ferry to “someplace” just to do something different. One day we have this HUGE FISH on our front lawn! It would take 4 of me to come to the size of the fish! It stayed there a long time, felt like forever to me.

One day, Dad takes me with him as he paints a room of a house on the beach. I think he wants me to help him a bit, showing off the kind of house he is working in, but mostly he wants Father/Daughter time; with such a big full house there isn’t much time to be his princess, like I used to be.

Another trip we go to the mountains to see some big telescope. When we got to the top Keith takes me to find a huge rock. We are off by ourselves, away from everyone. I am uncomfortable.

Mostly we sit around the house, Keith is the babysitter. We live on a double lot next to the highway, the motel, and the 7/11: the lot is dirt like the dead end street. One day Keith is spearing aerosol cans that don’t sell; he is trying to get them to explode, maybe he just wants to scare me. Other times he likes to rip apart golf balls to get to the inside saying it is poison, just for fun. These were better games than others he liked to play.

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Mom gathers herself, realizing she is alone; she packs everything up, asking a neighbor to hold the boxes until she is settled. She catches a bus to the farm to see her Mom and Dad. Understanding she won’t get anything done out on the farm, she moves to the city with her big sister. Anger building, Mom goes to the capital for help. She makes a ruckus, causing the attorney general to rescue his secretary. He explains, her husband didn’t do anything illegal: The Governor and the police say the same thing.

Starting life over Mom starts back at college, maybe I can finish the degree I was working on when I became pregnant and my husband was called into the service. Mom gets a job to support herself as a waitress at the local Howard Johnson’s, pretending she is just a college student with nothing to hide. One day Dad wants to make sure she stays away or maybe he just wants her to understand why he left: he sends his uncle to talk to Mom at work.  Dad’s Uncle sits at the table waiting for her shift to end. Mom keeps her composure and finishes her shift. She sits down with The Uncle, who was her doctor during the birth of two of her children. Everything is fine until he tries to explain how Dad just fell in Love.

Mom’s voice started to rise quiet loud as she SAID, “HE DOESN’T KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT LOVE!”

With that he leaves. Her coworkers came to offer support because they could tell she was upset, her secret was out.

Mom borrows money to hire private detectives; they find her brother-in-law willing to talk, the detectives fly her down. She walks into his work office and starts speaking with passion, “Where are my kids?”

Shushing her, he takes her to a restaurant to talk.  “They are in Southern California.” With that knowledge the case is transferred to a California Private Detective to find Her Children. They do find her children and fly her into town.

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We have visitors driving motorcycles; they run out of gas and ask to use our phone, we let them into the house to call for help. While on the phone they asked many questions about who we are, how long have we lived here, and are we were the only children in the house? The next day these same men drive by in a black 4 door vehicle and asked my brother and I to get in. We do.

We drive up to the day care where my sister stays during the day and stop. There is another vehicle in front of us with a women getting out of the car; she walked back to our vehicle opens the door, and takes me out of the back seat, hugging me, and calling my name. I don’t really know who this is when suddenly another vehicle pulls up behind us; they are pulling me like I am the rope in a tug-of-war, between Mom 1 and Mom 2! “Someone call the Police!”

 

MOM

Why did you have to to die, for me to Understand?

My brother gave you a “Tell me your memories” book, I read and reread the few statements you wrote in it.  The questions that clicked, “Did you ever Pretend to be sick as an excuse to stay home from school?” and “Did you ever get in trouble for saying a bad word?”

Your answer to both questions was, “NO!” It took a few days for me to understand what the meanings held inside the questions and why you answered some and left others blank.

There was a simpleness and honesty and purity in those questions and answers. You grew up in the place I count as my safe place, the place that saved me.

I believe the reason I am not More Upset by your death is because you  were not at the gas station where dad said you would be when we took off;  we were not at home when you got home from the hair dresser that Dad dropped you off at, and told you to get all dolled up, making you think things were improving!

Mom, you hunted until you found us 3000 miles away, and you fought to get us back! We moved in with your parents, which grounded us, (my brother, sister and I); it was something we really needed: it was a Blessing from God. 

Your mother was your greatest influence and you lived your life on the farm in ALL IT’S PURITY! Then you moved away and went to college and met our father; he was the most exciting thing you had ever seen.

Years ago I asked you both, “Why did you get married?”

Mom you answered, “Rich brought me out for my first pizza!”

Rich answer, “Ella was this sexy blond that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of!”

The classic sheltered girl, and the wild, crazy, bad boy meet and get married. How could that ever go wrong?

You buried all these memories into a locked cabinet inside your mind; surpassed only by God as HE set up appointments for you and I to sit and talk, answering my questions:

Mom, after your back surgery, you and I had our one and only chance to talk about our beginnings; you answered questions about where we lived those first 7 years and why we moved so often. Rich was kicked out of the teaching program and fired from teaching school; he moved us from running one boy’s home to another boy’s home and then to running a women’s shelter. My mind went to a very dark place because in the 1960 men didn’t get fired for telling bad jokes or putting your hands where they didn’t belong.

Rich sent us an email after you died, telling us of how you wrote to him every day when he was in the army; it put everything in a new perspective, because neither of you had ever talked about LOVE!

Receiving the email from Rich, changed my thoughts about him, just as the memory book made a difference of how I think of you. Knowing he came from a family with an alcoholic father, and a mother who thought of him as her special gift, spoiling him because he was born on Mother’s Day; mix in the arguments only families with an alcoholic can have, and only God knows what that does to a child.

God used that email from Rich to open my eyes to the possibility that Rich was just a boy in a man’s body that didn’t grow up, knowing how “TO BE” in society; just as his daughter also missed out on learning how “TO BE” in society, rejected when not responding in the acceptable norms.

Reasoning this, “Blew up” my long established theory of my life; now I have a new Understanding that is probably very close to the Truth!

When Rich ask you to sleep with his best friend, it lead to arguments rather than the exciting experimentation he was seeking.

My honest innocent mom, met full of life and and experimenter dad; ready to try almost anything other than drugs and alcohol: isn’t that what the 60’s were all about? After 3 children were born, a lawnmower injury, and another job loss, tension grew in the family. Tension sent Rich running; he didn’t want his children being raised in the explosive household as he had been raised.

The problem: running away with the kids wasn’t the correct answer.

The second problem: our family never talked about any of this, we just picked up life and kept going.

I am sorry my garbage overwhelmed you; the innocent place you wanted to stay couldn’t absorb the socially unacceptable behavior and speech that oozed from me. I believe you now have full understanding and acceptance of me, as you are counted in the multitude cheering us on us from Heaven.

Pictures

I have learned that it is normal for people to see pictures in their head when they have a thought, or hear a word, for example, dog. Most people will see a dog in their mind. My mind sees nothing but a swirl of colors or shades of grey, if I try very hard, there is possibility of a dog appearing in my mind, but I see it as well with my eyes open as closed. IT is somewhere in my head, I don’t know what is normal.

Revelation, this is how people see words to know how to spell isn’t it? I have heard people spelling a word in their head; my mind needs to actually start to write them and try them out to see if it is the correct word or spelling of a word. It would be nice to see words in my mind without having to put them on the paper. I struggled with the word ‘sure‘ until  my daughter was 7 or 8 years old; she was reading to me and didn’t know how to pronounce the word, as I told her the pronunciation it helped me realize why I struggled to write it.  In the process of writing a note to someone I would start to write ‘sure’ as it sounds, shur and knowing it had an e on the end it would look like shure; I knew they both were wrong but couldn’t understand how it was suppose to be spelled so a different word had to be chosen.

About 10 years ago, God Blessed me, as my middle school daughter was trying to get away with using the internet in her room; I asked God to show me if she was lying, HE DID! He showed me the face my daughter has when she lies; she was wearing it at that moment! It was exciting to Know, God cared enough to help me; I didn’t want to punish my daughter unless, she really was lying.

My councilor told me I had shut mine mind off from seeing pictures in my mind; hiding the bad pictures I was seeing, sometime in my childhood. I have an idea when it was: The moment I knew my mom was not joining us as we moved, Dad said Mom would join us at the gas station. We were at the gas station and she was no where to be found. Sitting in the back of the station-wagon all the colors in my sight started to swirl as they do in the cartoons; my life changed at that moment, age 7.

I was given a good example to help me understand why: while I was running this week, someone in a vehicle called out and as my head turned to see who was calling and my eyes saw them hold a mask out of the window on a stick. That picture has been difficult to get out of my mind.

The book “Every Breath We Take” from Terry Wardle asks people to Relax, Breath calmly, and invite Holy Spirit to sanctify my imagination; I tried this and was Blessed with a memory of myself as a child about 6 years old, sitting on the floor criss cross applesauce and my arms are crossed in front of me, bursting out laughing! I am playing something with someone but it is such a Blessing to have a GOOD MEMORY from my childhood.

God is Going to Teach me how  to have my Memories return and see pictures in my mind again. Since He has been Healing my Mind and Body He has been showing my mind how to build pictures as I go to bed and clothes my eyes; it is like someone using a pencil and quickly sketching a scene and my mind watches as it becomes active. It is rather exciting!

The Question

I asked God as I fell asleep: Why do I need to have something on to listen to, to fall asleep?

God woke me after 3 1/2 hours of sleep and showed me a video in my mind of the night my father kidnapped me and my brother and sister from my mom. Dad dropped Mom off at the hairdresser telling her to get all done up nice.  Mom thought things might be getting better, no one came to pick her up: the worst day of her life was the beginning of the worst year of my life.

That first night away from my mom was spent at a friend of Dad’s who was not happy with what he was doing.  I was put to bed with the record of “Peter and the Wolf” and “The Nutcracker” which were suppose to cover the yelling that was going on in the other room.

Still today, I need something to think about and listen to keep the bad thoughts and dreams away; these days I put on a podcast from either Joyce Meyer, Joseph Prince, or Ken Copeland.  Many days I fall asleep and and sleep all night but then there are days that I will fall asleep hearing the voice talking and wake up when it quits.  This bothers my husband because he would like it quiet.

Bart is happy that it is podcast because they move from one to another; when I used to put on a CD or a cassette tape, I would flip it over or hit play again and again so it is the same thing played over and over again.  I am not listening to what they are saying unless I am just awake; I need to hear them talking to sleep. On the days I am awake until 3 or 5 AM, I am learning things I need to know about God.  I don’t want to listen to something that is not God filled because I don’t need to add to my bad thoughts or memories coming back in my dreams.

I have been healed enough to be able to fall asleep in the quiet if the power is out, but it is not my normal.