Time is short, Jesus is coming

I warn you now, this is not a feel good, sunshine and daisies kind of message. I’m no longer in the business of stroking egos and silencing the hard stuff so we can go blindly down our destructive paths. Time isn’t short friends, time is at hand! We are out of time so the truth no matter how painfully ugly, needs to be addressed now, not later, ready or not. The choice to hear it or not and the choice to accept it or not, well, that choice is yours. Trust me friends, I to am in dire need of the truth before it’s too late. I to have chose rose colored glasses pushing the cold hard truth aside into the I’ll get to it later pile. Later has arrived and just in the nick of time too.
People! Get right with God! There are no more reasons, no more excuses and no more pretense of ignorance. Jesus is coming for his bride, His church. There’s no time left. Listen! Stop and listen! You know the truth, at this very moment you hear it, or feel it. If we allow ourselves to hesitate, we open ourselves up for the devil’s lies to take root in our mind and heart. He is on the warpath, he has accelerated his speed and disguised himself as an angel of light. If we are not grounded in the word and equipped with the full body armor of Christ we will be deceived.
Ignorant humans! That’s what they; the devil, demons and fallen angels call us you know! Ignorant humans, so easily manipulated, so eager to believe anything that seems to justify their human nature and rebellion against God Almighty. They’ll believe anything. They’d rather be blind and powerless against us than to get scared by warnings about us. And just a simple stroke to their ego and they practically pave their own road to hell. This is one of the ways in which they, the devil, demons and fallen angels think of us. They hate us with a hate we can’t even comprehend. Even the tiniest shred of compassion or love, any kind of empathy towards mankind, they are completely void of. They want to see extreme suffering and pain in us at their hands. That is their form of “happy,” to inflict the worst imaginable pain upon us slowly, to get the full benefit of watching us suffer. They are real and they will stop at nothing to take us down. Revelation 12:12 For this reason, rejoice, O heavens and you who dwell in them. Woe to the earth and the sea, because the devil has come down to you, having great wrath, knowing that he has only a short time.
Listen! The devil knows his fate is sealed. His goal is to spite God and sneak in attempting to take us, beloved of God, with him to share his fate. His plan is to cause as many of us as he can to harden our hearts and minds against God. He is the master of deception and lies, he manipulates our minds twisting and confusing right and wrong. He will give us all kinds of false evidence of our goodness and our righteousness apart from God. He will manipulate our emotions with signs of peace, equality and fairness for the entire world. He will turn us all against one another with his mind games, tricks and lies. All the signs and wonders he will perform will cause millions, maybe even billions of people to believe themselves as good. It won’t last because it is all lies and deceit from the master of deception, who has absolutely no authority to make such promises. He did not create this world or anything in it. He has no right or authority, still sadly most will believe his lies and follow him, assuredly sealing their fate as equal to his.
Please hear the truth! None of us are good not even one human being in the whole world. Mark 10:18 And Jesus said to him, “Why do you call Me good? No one is good except God alone. We all sin against God and choose to ignore His commandments. We chose to have control, to be gods, of our own lives even after seeing the destruction and devastation we leave in the wake of our arrogant, self-righteous, and, egotistical, prideful, boasting and self-centered ways of ruling our own little worlds. We cause pain, shame and destruction yet instead of feeling remorse, we pass the blame onto someone else. Sometimes we even blame God for our foolishness. The truth is we seemingly like to go around with our false sense of authority, never really taking the time to get to know God, then we pass on our misguided assumptions of His truth about right and wrong. We have grown thick, deep, roots of lies within our hearts. Roots so deep we fully believe them to be truth. So strong is our belief, that we violently and ruthlessly battle against anyone or anything that may try to prove an error in our way of thinking or that try to breakdown our walls of illusion we so blindly and recklessly grew comfortably accustomed to.
Revelation 3:19 Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline; therefore be zealous and repent.
I tell you the truth, if you are not over your head in struggle, hurt, pain and persecution then you’re not growing character and fruit. Pluck out the deceptive root of self righteousness and pride, understand true wisdom is in the one who is eagerly inviting self discipline and reproach. The one who knows those are the tools that bring forth enlightenment and change into our minds and hearts. Proverbs 12:1 Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge, But he who hates reproof is stupid. God is not in the business of self made martyrdom brought on mostly by the need to be accepted and a lack of faith in God. Also brought on by the spiritually lazy. Those who turn away from discipline and reproach. Those who believe themselves to be good or good enough. Those whose hearts are more about the respect and admiration of mankind than of accepting and understanding their true carnal nature. They become well versed in the ways of manipulation, praying on the empathy and hearts of those who are genuine and caring. It works so well for them at first, then once God enlightens their victims of the truth, they don’t understand why they are left behind. Why no one falls for their trickery. The same deception they themselves have decided to believe and even manifest into their own minds and hearts. They believe themselves to be martyrs and so they rebel against authority, against discipline, self control and against the truth. Their prayers are muddled with lies thinking to deceive God Himself by going on and on about their sorrows just trying to convince God of how bad it really is for them and why they deserve special attention from Him.
They see themselves as righteous as they’re taking on an attribute they have not suffered to obtain rightfully. Instead deciding they are what they are not. It is clear and evident to those who put their trust and faith in God because he reveals their true natures to those who walk in His righteousness through the accepting of Christ Jesus as Lord and Savior.
The righteousness of Christ does not need to proclaim itself for it cannot be denied. The actions of those operating in the righteousness of Christ speak for themselves.
The self righteous however, will endlessly talk of their good works and their importance. They talk of their self proclaimed selflessness, yet make their demands in the same breath. The question is always, what’s in it for them. They will go out of their way so long as they get something in return. They are always talking of fairness and equality, yet they live as though, they themselves, are above such. They mistake someone unwilling to dance on the devil’s playground by continuing to argue, as proof that they win or that they are right. They lack true wisdom and understanding obtained from the Holy Spirit for they grieve the Holy Spirit.
We need to search our hearts and hold every thought captive to the knowledge of Christ. We are out of time! Just as it is written, “Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.” Psalms 139:23-24 we too must wholeheartedly cry out to Father God, repentant and truly seeking His right way to be manifest within us.
Then we should anticipate the troubles, hardships, burdens and flesh starving meant to give us opportunity to practice Christ-like behavior. By practice of Christ-like behavior while confronted with hardships and struggles, we gain character, wisdom and fruit (aka attributes) of His Spirit. His promise to us is peace through the struggle.
John 16:33 I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world.”
Philippians 4:6-7 Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done.Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.
Romans 5:3-4 We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation.
Friends expect trials struggles and troubles to come against you regularly. Refuse becoming victim of an anxious, worried, emotional response. Surrender every situation over to Jesus. In return He will bless you with the peace that passes understanding in every circumstance and situation and through every trial.
Put on the full armor of God, read your Bible in an effort to get to know God personally, pray for Him to renew your mind and heart to fit his purpose and plans and follow through as He guides the way.

We Are Running Out of Time

Do you read your bible everyday?
When your happy or sad, do you pray
Do you believe Jesus died for you?
Everything the bible says, do you believe is true?
Are you trying to follow Jesus’ path?
Do you believe your free from God’s wrath?
To the world did you die,
Through Jesus born again?
Do you acknowledge, and repent from all your sins?
Are you ready for Jesus to come?
Were running out of time.
Please search your heart again,
Will you be left behind?

Until next time may God bless you and keep you as you seek Him with your whole heart.

RIP Daddy

I have been considering my thoughts about this particular blog post to be selfish or self-seeking so I kept stopping myself from writing it. I try very hard to analyze my own motives in an effort to refrain from self-righteous and selfish behavior. Even as I write these words, I ask the Holy Spirit to guide me so I don’t gain from them any pity from my readers who’s big hearts may be drawn to feeling sorry for me. However, I feel led to share my very real thoughts and emotions over the circumstances I now find myself in the midst of. I knew it was coming I watched as it drew closer and closer. I allowed myself to feel hope and I wouldn’t allow myself to dwell on any possibility that could shatter the hope within me, so I had every opportunity to prepare myself for what I knew was going to happen but instead I refuse to face it. Then ready or not the inevitable took its rightful place and here I am in a kind of dream-like state of all-consuming disbelief and in the in-escapable knowing, I think it’s almost like shock yet I am cognitively and rationally still very much here. I know God’s Word says, 1 Thessalonians 4:13 but we do not want you to be uninformed, Brethren, about those who are asleep, so that you will not grieve as do the rest who have no hope. I have not lost hope and I’m not angry. I don’t feel like a victim of life’s hardships. Still I ask myself, what’s wrong with you? Everybody goes through this at some point in their lives. And it’s not like it was a shock or surprise, he was 79 years old after all and because of his heart he already lived long past the doctors estimates. I guess even those who are given time to prepare for this, still find they were not prepared or ready when the time finally came. Not long ago I was sitting by his bedside and he said to me, “please don’t be mad or hate me because I don’t want to be here anymore”. I was shocked to hear such words from the man I considered to be strong, proud, honest, rock solid and unbreakable. He couldn’t wait to meet Jesus he said. I smiled at him and said, “Daddy I couldn’t be mad or hate you for that, if I had a choice I would rather be in heaven with Jesus too”. They say it’s rather common for girls to be daddy’s girls. As common as daddy’s girls may be, I wonder if every daddy’s girl feels as though they are the exceptionally rare kind of daddy’s girls? I want to say, “no you don’t understand, I’m not the average daddy’s girl, it’s much, much, more than that, so much more special. There is no statistic for the special bond that daddy and I had. Daddy was my mentor, my safe place, my protector, my wise counsel, my most honest critic, my disciplinary, my preacher, my hero and my friend. He taught me how to defend myself, he always went to battle for me when an authority over me wouldn’t listen. Like the time he told the school principal and school counselor to put boxing gloves on me and the girl who had been harassing me for over a year and then put us in the gym until we work out our differences. Speechless at first, one finally spoke up and said we can’t do that Mr. Anderson! In which my dad replied then don’t call me when my daughter kicks that girl’s butt in self-defense! He told them he would guarantee that his daughter wouldn’t start the fight but she had better finish it and he didn’t want to hear a thing from the school about it. He taught me on the way home that most the fight was in the mind so I needed to intimidate her by staring her down while putting down my books slowly taking off my jacket my watch my rings etc. wait until she came at me and then take her down. He was absolutely right and it just so happened that so many had seen the fight, not one person picked on me the rest of that year. Another time my science teacher wouldn’t let me bring my Bible to class to show there is another view on how we all came into existence. I told him I believe in creation and won’t answer test questions or write essay stating evolution is fact. He said he would have to flunk me. My dad agreed with my viewpoint so once again he went to school. This time I didn’t get to hear what my dad had to say but I was told my Bible is welcome in class and we would also look at creation as a possibility of how we came to exist. I remember growing up bragging about having the coolest dad in the world. Until high school anyway. Once I hit 13 I didn’t think anyone understood me. Boy did I put my parents through some heartaches. A stage in my life I am not proud of. I never thought I knew everything or even more than my parents. I knew my parents were wise and experienced I just didn’t think they understood me at all. They sure tried, oh how I hated disappointing dad. I can still feel the impact my emotions had on changing the naivety of how I saw my dad the day I found out he wasn’t perfect. He was human and could make mistakes too. I think how I felt at that moment is interestingly similar to how I am feeling now. Crushed but not broken, disbelieving yet understanding, unavoidably knowing and still unchanging in my respect and adoration of the man. My mind drifts to the time I had major surgery and spent a week and a half in the hospital. Daddy came every morning as my husband left for work and he would read the Bible to me, walk the halls with me, watch TV with me and nap with me until my husband arrived after work in the evening. He would leave for the night but always return the next day. The entire time I was in the hospital he was by my side. Music was a common love between us and daddy sure love those old church hymns. We sang at church, at the ministry we worked for, and all our big family get-togethers were karaoke parties in reality! It became somewhat of a tradition. Daddy never held back when I asked for his opinion of a new song I was working on. Even when he knew my feelings could be hurt he was honest. He was just as honest when asked about my writings. I always wanted his opinion because I knew he would be truthful not sparing my feelings with sugar-coated confusing answers that never seemed to directly answer whether it was good or needed work. I have come to believe, that as a direct result of who my daddy was as head of the family and as a father to me, I more easily understood what the word of God meant in being adopted into God’s family thus gifted with the right to call God Abba, Father. Romans 8:15 For you have not received a spirit of slavery leading to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, “Abba! Father!” I can imagine some girls having difficulty seeing Father God as dad if they either never had a dad around or if the didn’t have a gentle, loving dad in their lives. I can’t always say that I felt my dad was gentle and there we’re often battles while growing up. The thing is I can’t seem to remember very many bad times. Daddy gave me the tools to understand and have faith in a loving, merciful, gentle, patient, good and kind Father God just by being everything a dad is supposed to be for me. Over the years I have found myself praising God and thanking him repeatedly for blessing me with my dad. For quite a few years he would tell me that I was the one that would take over the Bible classes and Ministry part of the company we worked for once he was ready to retire. I always told him oh no, no, no I’m not a preacher, I’m not learned enough or skilled enough and I don’t know enough of the Bible. He refused to give up on me and he insisted that I come and sit in on his classes. He mentored me on how to teach, the kind of Heart one needs to effectively minister to people, all the responsibilities that we take on as we minister to people and that we must understand our duty to be accountable to them. I would watch daddy as he ministered to people, as he sat by their hospital beds, as he went out of his way to pick them up, drop them off, to assist them in any way he could, sometimes even staying the night at the facility they were staying at just so they would be comfortable. I don’t know how many times he was woken up in the middle of the night and in moments heading all the way to work because somebody needed something or their heater went out, etc. Daddy I’m going to miss you so much. This life, this world feels empty and I just don’t know how to live it without you. The superhero isn’t supposed to die. They may get battle scars and deep wounds but they heal and always come back. What happens when the superhero dies? When there’s no one there to protect and keep watch? What is going to happen to my world? I want to scream, cry, throw something, sleep, mostly I want to go to heaven too. Knowing daddy is in his Fathers Glory, pain free, sorrow free, resting in the peace and Love of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, doesn’t make it so easy that the heartache eases. No not even a little. I am so happy for dad. I’m just selfishly sad for me. I’m in a dark- light existence now and I don’t know, will it last forever? This life is not appealing as everything now seems dull and bland. How do you tell your heart to say goodbye?
Daddy I know your in heaven,
and I know your finally at peace,
wish you could send a little,
peace down here to me,
daddy I feel all alone now,
I find it really hard to breathe,
dark light is all around me,
making it hard to see clearly,
daddy have you seen Jesus,
I bet He made you feel right at home,
I bet its warm there in God’s presence,
here everyday just seems so cold,
even though I miss you daddy,
I would never pray you back,
this fallen world can seem so heavy,
you had your fair share of that,
you ran your race fought the fight,
you sure held on with all your might,
drawing strength from the love that you have inside,
daddy I wish I could hold your hand again,
see your smile and hear you laughing,
oh what I would give to just hug you tight,
you finished your race,
now I have to finish mine,
daddy will you think of me some,
as you walk golden streets in heaven,
could you send some prayers my way,
that might help me make it through the day,
oh daddy what’s it like to sing,
with legion of angels accompanying,
I can almost hear the majesty,
daddy could you sing one for me

Precious time

Time… the only precious commodity I can truly say is mine to decide what to do with. I choose how I will spend my time. Sure there are those things in life that demand of it, some things more forcefully demanding than others. Still the choice remains mine whether to give in to those demands or not. And then there are those things in life that steal it from me. Some leaving no trace of ever even being there and others leaving an imprint in place of the time stolen. Time, it seems, is more precious than diamonds and gold. I read in James 4:14 Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. Time, my time, in which I have no guarantee of how much will be allotted, is the priceless value I have, individually, to offer the world. It’s no wonder why it’s another thing the enemy twists and turns into deceptive traps meant to keep me in bondage. The enemies traps are relentless, merciless, contemplative and set up for his amusement, as he takes pleasure in watching me struggle, getting torn down, and broken as I try to escape. 1 Peter 5:8 says, Be of sober spirit, be on the alert. Your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.
So I asked myself, who do I honor with my time myself or God? Have I surrendered my time to Father God becoming alert and ready at any hour to drop my own plans answering His call to serve? Is my faith in Him and His understanding capable of pushing my own judgment of the circumstances aside without question? Or are there limits within my surrendering to His Will over my life?
What I do with my time reflects the desires of my heart. It is the trial, the test, the marker of Truth so to speak. Is God a religious hobby I sometimes find time for or is He a personal relationship I cherish and mold into my everyday life? Do my actions prove His importance and place Him above all things or do my lips speak righteousness while my actions prove selfish and lazy? If time is my only true offering, how much does the God that died a brutal death to save me receive of it?
How often do I find believable, highly convincing reasons to excuse myself from the guilt of not doing the things I know I should be doing and instead doing the things I know I shouldn’t be doing? . Galatians 6:7-8 Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, this he will also reap. For the one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the Spirit will from the Spirit reap eternal life. The truth is sadly, my reasons may sound good and I may be able to convince myself and others of their fairness and that my reasons are justified, and still I’m only fooling myself. The reality is, I know what I should be doing and its an extremely rare occasion that my circumstances truly stand in the way of my ability to do what I know is right.
So what am I seriously thinking will happened the day I stand before the Lord? As the truth laid bare and undeniable, what am I going to say? Do I actually believe my reasons, excuses and Alibis will hold any weight when Jesus asks me why? Why didn’t I read his word? Why didn’t I use my time wisely? Why didn’t I swallow my pride? Why didn’t I love the unlovable? Why didn’t I watch my mouth? Why didn’t I give more of my time? Why didn’t I see the idols of time wasters in my life? Why didn’t I speak only encouragement and uplifting words to others? Why was my way better than His? Why were my thoughts higher than His? Matthew 16:24 Then Jesus said to His disciples, “If anyone wishes to come after Me, he must deny himself, and take up his cross and follow Me. Matthew 10:34 “Do not think that I came to bring peace on the earth; I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.
My selfish comforts are not meant to be the focus of my attention. To deny myself and take up my cross and follow Him means if I am demanding my rights, my way, my happiness, my comforts, my proper respect and appreciation from others, etc. Then I am not following or echoing the heart of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. No matter how convincingly I can argue the validity of my reasons, all they would sound like even to my own ears when repeated to Jesus Himself, is excuses.
Although I believe Father GOD cares very much for my comfort, I know He will not insure my comfort at the expense of my eternal soul. To look within myself and without sugar coating, excusing, pretending or turning a blind eye to what I see, will most unquestionably hurt. My illusion about who I am, that same illusion I try to pass off as who I am to others, will have to be pulled out of me root and all. This is absolutely guaranteed to cause me pain, frustration and many tears as the root goes deep. Romans 8:16-18 The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, heirs also, heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him so that we may also be glorified with Him. For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. Until next time may God bless you and keep you as you seek Him with your whole heart.