Re-blog from 2016:
I went to sleep after having arrived at a decision. It was perfect. I hadn’t had to plan to get my revenge. It had just dropped in my lap. All I had to do was ask a question. Just appear dumb – that wouldn’t be hard. I had a right to the answer. The answer would expose a wrong doer. Ah, how simple! What justice!
At this point you may be anticipating a tale of how God straightened me out. Did He give me a foreboding sense of evil? Did He cause a great distress in my spirit?
Did He chastise me with a terrific headache? Did I get a telephone call saying my child was in a car wreck? Did I get laryngitis so I couldn’t ask the question?
Who could ever guess that God disciplined me with amazing grace and boundless love? Yes, the way an adoring and adored father would want to discipline his child. He gave me a dream. This was the dream: I stepped into a large room where others were worshiping God. Immediately I began worshiping in another language. I seemed to be in a trance for a time. There was not much in the way of visual impact except for black and white scenes which made an impression but meant nothing to me. I can’t describe the all-consuming, overwhelming emotion. (Even now as I write, tears flow.) Still dreaming, I awoke from the trance with great racking painless sobs of sorrow that I was leaving such a state of worship. The dream was over but I did not awaken physically for the rest of the night.
When morning came, I awoke with this chorus (composed by Lanny Wolfe):
I love Him too much to fail Him now
Too much to break my vow.
For I promised the Lord that I would make it somehow.
Oh, I love Him too much,
Yes, I love Him too much to fail Him now.
And with this scripture: Behold, I set before you Life and Death, choose Life.
There is no Super Man, Wonder Woman ending to this story. Will the wrong doer be exposed? I don’t know. Will good triumph over evil? I don’t know. Will I be proven right? I don’t know. Do I want my way, or Life? I want Life. Do I find it easy to give up my way? No. I still think my plan would be a huge satisfaction – but, I love Him too much to fail Him now, too much to break my vow. I submit to my father’s plan. What is that? I don’t know.
That was a time the Lord spoke to me in a dream. The incident happened about ten years ago when I was employed and I was having some bad issues with a co-worker. I wrote in a journal at that time. That’s the reason I can give such details about the dream even though it was long ago. —- And since it was long ago, I do know how the situation turned out. We both left. But we left as friends – sort of :D. At least I didn’t embarrass myself or my Lord.
Challenge: Sunday Prompt, https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/03/08/sunday-writing-prompt-dreams/
(A bit of edit on a former blog. It may become traditional, along with my time changing.)
Poking a bit of fun at God’s masterpiece – (drumroll, please) – MANKIND!
With the labor and cooperation of about two million men and women which includes several hundred/thousand computer giants, perhaps five million clocks* are set back and man has demonstrated again his vast ability to control his circumstances – even to control time! Did we set back the sun or did we set forward the sun? Or perhaps neither!
Whichever way we went we lost an hour (if we die in the next five months or so) or we borrowed an hour (if we live six-eight months or so). I’ve just reread Isaiah 38:8 ST/DST (standard time/daylight savings time) translation which says, “So God sent for the sundial makers who shortened the sundials to show the sun set back the ten steps it had gone down.” Oh, your copy doesn’t say that? Do you hear God’s HaHa? It’s a nice time for him to have a laugh!
Now on a serious note, I again give thanks to God for my “extended time” here in the land of the living. I’m thankful to be here. Realizing I faced death so closely makes me more conscious of the way I am spending TIME, the currency recognized in heaven. God has no use for our bartering/money. He does value our time.
By the way, John Newton had a new slant on “the land of the living.” Reportedly his last words were: “I am still in the land of the dying, I shall be in the land of the living soon.” Ruminate on that! If you don’t feel like ruminating today, just think about it. For those of you who made it this far with me today, thanks.
*No research on these statistics – they are purely numbers Oneta pulled out of the hat. But it is true that a lot of “mankind” was involved in this time set!
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I was picking up things strewn aside after the grandchildren had left along with some shoes I had been wearing and putting them all on the walker to carry to the other room. I had picked up the doll first. Then I picked up my shoes and put them on top of the doll. Quickly I moved the doll to the top of the shoes. Why did that bother me? After all the doll is not at all human.
I guess I’m still a little girl at heart when it comes to dolls. But I’m a big girl at heart when it comes to babies. I’ll never understand how abortion can be accepted in civilized society. And how can a human being abuse a child of any age? And do it legally in our advanced age?
The people who say conservatives (like me) do not stay up with science are often the same people who defend abortion by saying the fetus is not a baby. Science says that a fetus has a heart beat and brain functions. It moves of it’s own accord, it feels pain, it sucks its thumb, it hears. Shall we stick with a law that was created before science discovered all this!
I got terribly serious with my funny little story, didn’t I?
The bones of this blog are from a couple of year ago when I had to use a walker after a hip surgery. Don’t have to now except when I’m going for a long walk. I’ve updated and edited a bit.
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ACCORDING TO PAUL we should partake of the Lord’s Supper during our assemblies (I Cor. 11:23-30). It seems the Corinthians were using this occasion as a time to eat and drink. That was not the purpose. The purpose was to remember the Lord Jesus. Thinking of His broken body and blood is a solemn occasion in which a person is to examine himself lest he eat unworthily.
Surely that would mean there should be a time of repentance for those who judge themselves to need it. Am I alone in finding myself almost always needing to repent before taking of his body and blood? Aren’t sinners and sinning Christians warned against participating without repenting? Is this a part of your church’s “Lord Supper” routine? How routine is your routine?
I was impressed with a church recently in which the communion elements were set on tables at the side of the altar area, and people went to the tables and partook individually during the worship time. There were no instructions given so this must have been a normal practice. I asked my seat partner if I could participate. She graciously went down with me. It was an un-rushed, free time to share with the Lord. Perhaps about ten percent of the church body participated – not many, but meaningful. I liked the “Jesus and me” experience.
Continuing remarks from my thoughts about the local church. Excerpt from my manuscript called “What Does Church Look Like.” https://onetahayes.com/what-does-church-look-like-3/
Purposes for the Local Church Body https://onetahayes.com/2020/02/26/purposes-for-local-church-body/
Church – Who Gets It Done https://onetahayes.com/2020/02/27/church-who-gets-it-done/
My mom, the ACTRESS – third from right, middle row. As ACTRESS she was Saturday Special Matinee Headlines. Mom was happy; ACTRESS was not.
Too bad. Mom was sweet, kind, humble. ACTRESS was witchy, rude, arrogant. Even Dad didn’t know mom. He married ACTRESS and outlived her. Had some good years after that.
Mom died young – only thirty-seven. Didn’t look it. Looked twenty-five. Living one’s life and the life of another at the same time, is gruelling. I wish my mom could have known herself. Wish my dad had known my mom.
I wish it had only been ACTRESS who died.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Friday Fictioneers. A challenge to write 100 word story inspired by picture prompt. Hosted by Rochelle at https://rochellewisoff.com/