Youth Revolution from Within

In some of our homeschool studies we came across this little gem speaking on the life of Apostle Paul. I read it to the boys a couple times.

Peter H. Davids wrote: “Paul did in the end create a revolution, not one from without, but one from within, in which a changed heart produced changed behavior and through that in the end brought about social change. This change happened wherever the kingdom of God was expressed through the church, so the world could see that faith in Christ really was a transformation of the whole person.”

Oh what a revolution/revelation/revival we need! Young people in the Christian community have to be assured in their salvation and understand what that means, study what the Bible says and how to relate it to current worldviews. They must be able to stand firm, steadfast, and to be prepared to share it with their peers. They are the next representatives of the ongoing ‘social change’ our world needs. They may encounter many a Saul that our faithful Father will turn into a Paul to perpetuate His Kingdom, if only they have the firm foundations to draw from. We can’t grow weary or faint hearted. Train them in His ways and in the end they will not depart from it.

Dear Lord, thank You for the faithful Christian parents out in the trenches today. Please lead them as they raise the next Christian generation and guide our youth to be bold and steadfast in our fallen world. I pray revival will come through them. In Jesus name I pray. Amen

I Timothy 1 12-17
Proverbs 22:6

Childhood Testimony


There is not a time in my life that I ever remember not having knowledge of God’s presence. From my first memories my mother taught us reverence for the Lord. Every night she said two prayers with us at bedtime, “Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep” and “The Lord’s Prayer”. I had them memorized as soon as I could form full sentences. Of course I had no idea of the meaning of those hallowed words. As a matter of fact for the first 10 years of my life I thought the one verse of the prayer said “How it would be your name” instead “Hallowed would be your name”, but what I did know was that God was the most important thing in the world and we need to always be respectful of Him.

If anyone were to have ever witnessed my mother drop the ash off her Viceroy, it was most likely in relation to someone setting something on top of our family Bible. That was a complete NO NO! I remember my sweet mama telling me that no other book is more important than the words of the Bible so nothing is above it and nothing should ever be in the way of getting to it. I took that to heart, to this day if you come into my house and see our Bibles sitting around, they are always on top of the stack. I have passed this bit of legalism on to my children not that they would feel condemned in that act but just that those words need to be at a quick hands reach, like a weapon when something goes wrong.

The funny part is I don’t remember ever reading that Bible with my mom. We pressed flowers in it and stored obituaries after funerals in those embossed pages, but never actually read it. I remember the family genealogy was written in the front and it was all in my daddy’s hand writing because, well, he hand the best handwriting.

Mom imparted principles in our hearts that were very biblical but I didn’t know to apply the word until I started attending Sunday School at Gardenside Baptist Church in Lexington, Kentucky. We were not regular attenders. Mostly Easter and sometimes a Christmas program but I do remember a time when mom and I started attending Sunday School classes for a while consecutively. I was probably seven or eight years old and the Teacher’s name was Mrs. Taylor. She tasked us with an assignment and at that moment I knew I would have to tell Mom we were going to have to drop out of Sunday School. Ms Taylor wanted us to Memorize Scripture. Who does that? This woman was about to wrinkle pages with all that turning and dog earring she was doing. How in the world would I be expected to remember all those Thous and Thees and What fors?

I told Mom when we got back into the car what that crazy lady said and my dear mom laughed. She explained that what she taught me was not enough, I needed to learn the scripture and that was why she was making sure we would be going to the classes. In that moment I realized that I was really missing something. BIG. And what was this love that was so big that God would send His Son. I studied and memorized in preparation for the next Sunday. Let’s be clear, my main motivation was Mrs. Taylor giving out chocolate to “whomsoever” was able to recite their verse.

The verse was John 3:16. “FOR God so loved the World that He sent His only begotten Son, the whomsoever believeth in Him shall not perish but have ever lasting life.”

It was the very first verse I ever memorized in my entire life. It has stuck with me. It was huge, it was personal, it was meant to be shared with others. Do you know what I got after those few classes? A brand new understanding of who God was and how I was suppose to know about him. That not only are we to respect God and his precious words, but we also have to know His love for us through those written words. Also my mother and daddy got me my very own Bible. It was the perfect size, pearl white cover, gold letters that said Holy Bible, and even had red letters where Jesus spoke. It was fancy and it was mine. Dad even wrote in the front of the Bible, MY name, and his and mommy’s names as the presenters.

I was in my twenties before I realized that I too could write in my Bible, not just my father. And that my Father in Heaven was the author and finisher of my salvation and only He could write the names in the book of Life. Not my earthly father. The Bible was presented to me on June 7th, 1982.

Years of precious VBS programs and Sunday schools passed in the blink of an eye. I made many clay picture frames that showed my little red head in front of a class door where we were taught how much Jesus Loved US! I will always love two Oreo’s wrapped in a white paper napkin with a side of Kool Aid. The good Kool Aid, not Jim Jones’s Kool aid, although I did find myself in a church somewhat like that later in life but that is a whole other testimony.

I spent years in this Baptist Church learning of God’s Love. It was constant, it was real, but it was when I was turning 13 years old that my sister told me something that ruined my illusion. If I was 12 years old then my sister Sharon was 22. She had been to college and fell in love with a preacher’s son. They were getting married and she had learned some things.

Deep meaningful things that even she did not fully understand but one thing she latched onto was the age of accountability and she wanted to make sure I knew. Sharon asked me if I were to die would I go to heaven? My answer, of course I would because Jesus Loved Me. She then proceeded to tell when you reach 13 years old you are no longer covered under the grace of a child but are considered an adult and now you have to work out your salvation with fear and trembling. Something about a personal relationship where I loved God back and accepted Him as my Lord and Savior. I was blown away. How could that be?

I knew she had been to some campus crusades and she had come home and busted all her KISS and Alice Cooper records, she had even torn down her posters because the devil was allegedly in them but this accountability thing paralyzed me. I was about to turn 13. She had not scared hell out of me, she scared hell straight into me. I became tormented with it. She left out a major part that took me a while to find. How to accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior AND how to have a personal relationship with Him.

Now unlike those people who have the date they were saved neatly written on a page in their Bible, I can not for the life of me remember when I ran to the alter. I know I did and I know it was life changing in my heart. I was 14 years old and attending a non denominational church my sister’s father in law was head over. It was that age that I started seeking and understanding a real living relationship with a real living God.

Dont misunderstand, my walk started when I was 14 but I was not under the Lordship of Jesus Christ. I messed up so utterly and horrifically over the next 15 years before God got a firm grip on my behavior. My soul was saved but wretched, still is but slowly by the grace of God over the course of my 44 years on this Earth I have never doubted Him, never blamed Him for the awful things I experienced, and continue to climb toward Him. Ever seeking His face, His presence, and His will in my life. The things I did in those 15 years of my walk were ugly, and I was on a slippy slope but not in my faith, I believed in God and that Jesus was his Son who died for my sins. I was just caught up in the world and rarely obedient to His Commands.

If I were to have died at that time would I have gone to heaven? At times I would have said FOR SURE and other times I was not so confident. I was broken, but what I can say was that God did not intend for those times to define me in heaven or hell but those times define me in who I am in Christ. I am chosen, forgiven, redeemed, and by the grace of God able to share those experiences to help someone else who might feel stuck on the slope. I have life lines God has given me. I know how to use them. What good works He started in me before I was born, through those precious Bible school days and on into adulthood are His story as much as mine.

The Chihuahua Chicken Chase – A Mostly True Recollection.



Some while ago I had to chase Ricky Ricardo, my beloved chihuahua, who was pursuing one of our chickens over mountains, through valleys, down streams and then back up streams and the same mountain to eventually find my chicken in a stream bank hole actively being plucked, a mouthful of feathers at a time, by my sweet little doggie. I am not in the greatest shape, I will be honest. This half marathon I ran in approximately 30 minutes, which I was certain at the time covered two counties, really took a physical toll on me.

Once I had located my poor chicken and retrieved her from the hole where she was only halfway able to hide her body, I was depleted. 22 miles from home (how I remember it) knowing I had to return the 22 miles with my bald chicken and apparent chicken killing chihuahua I moved into that flight or fight syndrome. Ricky was on his own, I clutched that chicken like it was a football and I took off running up a mountain which in my best calculation would lead back to our property.

I was out of breath, my vision was blurring, the world was echoing in my ears. Wah wah wah! Ricky was hot on my trail still jumping for the chicken in my arms. It became apparent to me that I was not going to make it much further so I had better start calling for my boys. They knew I was off on this little ‘errand’ because as I took off through the brush when the whole thing began they had been with me at the coop. The last thing I called out over my shoulder was, “don’t follow me, go get your father!!”.

My attempts to start yelling for them was my first realization I had really gone out of my way for this hen. ‘Boys!’, came out barely as a whisper. My heaving breaths and air sucking was completely prohibiting me from producing any real sound.  Man I was in trouble. I had to save myself. I was way out in the woods, at least a mile from our property (what I thought at the time). I figured that I needed to find an opening where I could be spotted and they could land a rescue helicopter to save me and my hen. Ricky was still on his own but keeping up. I remember looking down at him and he didn’t even look like Ricky any longer. His eyes were crazy and his tongue was dragging the ground.

I found the world opening up from trees and brush to a beautiful, blessed clearing, which was a road/path and I felt a huge sense of relief and sat down. I started the whisper yelling for the boys again while having to literally kick Ricky off me and the chicken. He was a wild animal! Finally after what felt like hours I looked up and there were my boys staring at me, I was crouched on the ground holding the bald chicken with Ricky pouncing around like a proud hunter showing off our catch!

My dear husband said to me, ‘What are you doing?’. Holy toledo mother of all Olympic events, really??? I couldn’t even respond. Next he ventured, ‘Do you want me to get the four wheeler?’. YES! I whispered yelled and realized my arms were giving out. That bald 6 pound hen now weighed 30 pounds. ‘Wait’, I managed, ‘take the hen’. I’m not sure who took the bird out of my arms but I do know this was about the time I just literally laid out, head in the dirt, legs and arms stretched out. I was saved! So I thought.

Chris showed up with the four wheeler. I had rested enough to haul my body up on it. I found my path to the coop and as I was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, I clipped a poison ivy vine on a tree with the wheel and it knocked the whole heavy vine down on top of me. Glasses knocked off and all. I remember holding the poison ivy vine thinking this nightmare has got to end.

It was done. The whole ordeal was over. I did get back to the house, the chicken survived, I did not come down with poison ivy, probably because I was coated in a protective layer of sweat and dirt, and I eventually started loving Ricky again. Truly the only side effect I had was extreme leg soreness which resulted in me being unable to climb stairs for about two weeks.

The reason I am recollecting this story now is not long ago Ricky took off again. After a deer. I went after him, because evidently I like chasing animals through the woods. I stepped over our property line and jaunted through about 10 feet of brush and low and behold there HE was and there IT was! My clearing! My beautiful, blessed clearing. Not a mile from the house but 10 feet from our property line. It was still beautiful and blessed and very surprising to my memory of that day, extremely close to home!! I took a picture to record my moment. My little memory.


Thank You God for this bad day…

I shared this seven years ago on social media. It is a perspective of those things we do not understand that is worthy of getting a hypothetical glimpse. “Why me Lord?”, is so much more than we can understand. We just have to thank Him in all things and trust Him in all situations and try to stop complaining and trust that there is good reason. There is no such thing as luck, coincidence, or karma. Our battle is real and in heavenly places. This is truth told to us in Ephesians 6:10-12. I encourage you to pray for your minds to be enlightened, your thanks to be quickly forthcoming in all situations, and your trust to be steadfast, unending, never doubting, that even in all appearances of a terrible day, it could  and should have been so much worse.

Thank you God for your mercies and grace unending. Thank You for the armor You give to us to take into days like this so that we are equipped with truth, righteousness, peace, salvation, Your word, and our fellowship with You in prayer.

“Taken from a friend’s posting:
Me: God can I ask you a question?
God: Sure.
Me: Promise you won’t get mad?
God: I promise.
Me: Why did you let so much stuff happen to me today?
God: What do u mean?
Me: Well, I woke up late,
God: Yes…..
Me: My car took forever to start,
God: Okay…..
Me: At lunch they made my sandwich wrong and I had to wait,
God: Huummmm…..
Me: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call…..
God: All right…..
Me: And to top of it all off, when I got home, I just wanted to soak my feet in my new foot massager and relax. BUT it wouldn’t work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did you do that?
God: Let me see, the Death Angel was at your bed this morning and I had to send one of the other angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that…..
Me (humbled): OH
God: I didn’t let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that would have hit you if you were on the road.
Me (ashamed)……
God: The first person who made your sandwich today was sick and I didn’t want you to catch what they have, I knew you couldn’t afford to miss work.
Me (embarrasses):Ok
God: Your phone went dead because the person that was calling was going to give false witness about what you said on that call; I didn’t even let you talk to them so you would be covered.
Me (softly): I see God…..
God: Oh and that foot massager, it had a shortage that was going to throw out all of the power in your house tonight. I didn’t think you wanted to be in the dark.
Me: I’m sorry God.
God: Don’t be sorry, just learn to trust me… all things , the good and the bad.
Me: I will trust you.
God: And don’t doubt that my plan for your day is always better than your plan.
Me: I won’t God. And let me just tell you God, thank you for everything today.
God: You’re welcome child. It was just another day being your God and I love looking after my children…..”

Don’t be discouraged. Keep looking up instead of around… God is in the daily grind in a big way. Why? Because we professed our Faith in Jesus, we are His children and call Him Abba Father.

“But the Lord is faithful, who will establish you & guard you from the evil one.” 2 Thessalonians 3:3

Hey there! Let’s say a little prayer…

Dear Lord,

As I set out on this journey to capture a few of my thoughts in this format, I pray for You to please let the things I say here be of some value… if it is good, happy, sad, encouraging, or even kinda funny, may it always be in alignment with Your heart and purpose for my life and anyone who might stumble on these writings…

In Jesus Name ~ Amen