Tuesday, September 2, 2014

2014 August Day Book

Outside My Window:

...Are looming storm clouds...

I Am Thinking:

...Of how to walk circumspectly.

I Am Thankful For:

...My Lord and my God!

I Am Learning:


From The Kitchen:

...Are baking sheets I'm letting soak (hoping they'll clean themselves)...

I Am Wearing:

...A comfy caftan, today.

I Am Creating:

...Crocheted items, blog posts...

I Am Going:

...Currently, no where. :D

I Am Reading:

...The book of Ephesians, with Dear.

I Am Hoping:

...For God to hear my prayer, in regards to a specific request!

I Am Hearing:

...The rolling thunder...

I Am Noticing:

...Life is a moment-by-moment experience...

I Am Wondering:

...How the Lord will answer my prayer...

I Am Realizing:

...How much I need my Saviour!

Pondering These Words:


Around The House:

...Is cleanliness.

One Of My Favorite Things:

...Is to talk about the Lord, and His Word!

A Few Plans For The Week:

...Just keepin' up, so I don't have to catch up.  
...Take life, moment by moment.

Here Is A Picture Thought I Am Sharing:

"Cattle On A Thousand Hills"
Copyright 2014 Molding Into A Lady

Monday, September 1, 2014

I Am My Father's Daughter, Part 5


     Wallowing left me in more sin.  Instead of raising myself, brushing off the dirt, and trying again...I laid there, in defeat...Just as Satan wanted me.

     When I was walking with my Lord, I was a willing child in His hands.  I would invite family, and friends, to church.  I tried sharing with others, how wonderful Jesus was/is!  I was seeking to wait, for the man God would send to marry me.  I wanted God's best for my life.
     I wanted to be a testimony for Him.  I wanted to live in constant communication with Him.  I wanted God's heart.
     Apparently, I did not realize how much Satan detested me, because of God.  He is intelligent, and knew what would lure me away from holiness with the Lord.

     I still remember, a very particular evening.  I had been in communication with a friend (at the time), again.  We had lost contact, when I moved my senior year, to another school district.  Wanting to catch up, I found this friend.
     I was to meet them, at a local "hole-in-the-wall" joint, near them.  They wanted me to listen to a band, (of whom I knew one member), play.  I was hesitant, for I already knew my weakness for wanting to fit in (having given myself to try hard liquor, previously; as well as other lewd behavior) with my "friends."
     I was filling up my gas tank, when I had a strong urging to call them, and reschedule a visit.  I was searching my mind for another route of meeting together.  I strongly wanted to avoid going to the bar, but was fearful of the tauntings, as in time past.  Instead of calling to decline, I fought the Holy Spirit's prompting, and drove on my way.
     It was not long, and I was involved in ways of unrighteousness, that still grieves me.  It definitely grieved God's Spirit, who was within me!
     This time, I was humiliated, but would not share it with anyone.  I just kept going downward, for I was already defeated.  I bought into Satan's lies.
     And yet!, God was not about to give up on me!  I may have given up on myself, but the One who died for me, had not given up on me!  Praise God for His love!

     When I started missing church services, people tried to check in on me.  Those acts would prick my heart.  Sometimes, I would yield to the Holy Ghost's prompts, and go back to church.  I would try to kick habits I had started, that were wrong.  I would try to be nice to, but distance myself from, the wrong crowds.
     Satan picked back up his attacks.  Luring me, teasing me, whatever he needed to do, and with whomever he wanted to use, he would seek to drag me down.  Back and forth, back and forth, became my life.
     Finally, I stopped fighting.  I became immobilized.  It was not that I had forgotten who God was, or what He had done for me.  I just became exhausted.
     So, God let me lay there.  He was always present, and that I knew right well.  He did not give up on convicting me, or chastising me.  However, I had some lessons that needed learning.

     When I would not repent, where I was currently located, He moved me (and my lost husband) thousands of miles away.  Too many distractions.  Too immature, and weak.
     Those Christian folks, that had stayed in my life (though, at a distance), were fearful for me.  They thought it was a very bad idea, for us to move.  They did not believe it was in my best spiritual health, to go to a place, where a strong, spiritual life would not be cultivated.  Oh, but God knew best!

     Once we arrived to his hometown, it did not take long for homesickness to set in my heart.  All the people, to whom I had attached while wayward, were too far away.  Life moved on without me, over there.  No one with whom to attach myself, in our new place.
     Dear and I had only been married for one year.  I had married a lost man.  Our marriage was already rocky.
     He tried to cheer me up, by adopting a puppy...Then, another one (that we had to give back, because of their bickering).  He encouraged me to get a job:  to find friends.  So, I did.
     However, the job did not last.  The pleasure of the puppy did not take away the loneliness.  In that loneliness, God spoke to me.  He finally had the quiet He desired in my life, to get my attention...Without distraction.

     He reminded me of our times together, in the past.  How sweet they were!  He reminded me that my life would stay miserable, and only get worse, if I did not come back to Him.
     I thought, briefly, of the sinful pleasures I would be relinquishing, for Him.  Was I willing to forgo flesh, for spirit?  I had been pleasing the flesh for some time, in spite of the Lord's chastening and conviction.  It was not a willing captive.
     Oh, but my spirit yearned for God's sweet fellowship!  I wanted my flesh to be in submission to my God, so that my spirit could sweetly walk with Him, once again!  It did not take much time, to persuade me!
     On my knees I went, crying out to God, confessing all.  I repented of all that I had done.  I did not want to be a "yo-yo" Christian, any more.
     It pained me to know that I had grieved Jesus so much.  I was devastated.  Yet, I knew that there was hope.  I knew He would set me straight!
     My husband was not thrilled.  Though God had been working on him, since we met (and probably before that time), he was not happy.  When I came home from church services one night, I was so refreshed and excited!  It had been too long a time, of me forsaking the assembly.
     Since Dear had not attended this church service with me, he was waiting for me when I got home.  My joy did not come from him.  He was not the source of my delight.  It very much angered him.
     He would not attend church with me, for a few weeks.  Finally, he came one night.  It was not long after that, that he was born again!  Since then, we both have been walking with the Lord, together.

     What would have happened, if God did not orchestrate our move?  What would have happened, had I not, finally, submitted to the Lord?  What would have been missed?
     Oh, the lessons I have learned.  Oh, the appreciation for Christ, that has grown!  Oh, the eternal blessings that have come!
     I should have listened to God, when He prompted me, as I filled up the gas tank.  I should have listened to Him, every and any time.  I did not, and received the repercussions.
     Yet, even in the repercussions, I can see God's protection.  I can see His providence.  I can see how He still gets glory, even when I err.
      I wish I could tell every Christian, not to give in to temptation.  It is not worth it.  Christ deserves our best!  After all He has done for us, we need not treat Him so.
      I wish I could tell every Christian, who has given in to temptation:  "Go, make it right with God.  Don't sit in defeat!  Get up!  Get moving!  Don't let Satan keep you down!  You messed up?  Get cleaned up, then!  Don't give up!  Go to God!  He'll fix things!"  Satan cannot have our souls, if we are born again.  That does not negate the fact, that he wants to try and ruin our relationship and effectiveness for Christ.

No matter what, I am my Father's daughter.

Satan can try to cause trouble, but God will not let him have me.

God adopted me, and He is going to keep me.

He wants me.

He loves me.

He is my Abba, Father.

Oh, how grateful I am, too.

**Here are the links, to the other parts in this series:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

Thursday, August 28, 2014

I Am My Father's Daughter, Part 4


     For a time, I gave heed to lies.  It is a shameful admission, but the truth.  I wish to spare other sisters this shame.
     I did not have a strong Christian upbringing.  I do believe my parents did what they could, with what they knew.  Yet, I did struggle as a young, new believer.
     I did not have any friends, that I can recall, that had the same frame of mind, as myself.  Even when I sought out the FCA (Fellowship of Christian Athletes), in my public school, I would not say that that group supplemented my needs, and desires, for true Christian fellowship.  Also as sad, I cannot recall any good friendships, of that Christian caliber, from my time in my old church.  I do have happy memories from those times, nonetheless.
     Even with those handicaps, I can see the Lord's hand on me, as I look back in my short history.  There were Christian influences, in my life; here and there.  I can see how He prevented me from attending those parties, dances, and the like (though, at the time, I greatly desired to frequent them!), that my "friends" attended.  I had already been introduced to many things I ought not have; however, the Lord kept guard over me; and that protection, I see very plainly.
     Although I was handicapped, spiritually, in some ways, I do have to admit:  I had a conscience, and the Spirit within me.  As I said earlier, that night I came to God to save me, through the amazing, redemptive powers of His Son, Jesus Christ, it was as though a light came on inside me, for the very first time.  I could finally see.  Life actually had meaning.
     I can recall times, where God was warning me not to do, or say, or think, certain things.  Many times, I failed to heed His warnings.  All too frequently, I cared more about what my friends (or those of whom I desired a friendship/their good estimation of me), than obeying God.  It was a battle, my friends.
     I remember, so many times, being called a "Miss Goody-Two-Shoes:" by relatives, friends, enemies, and even other professing Christians.  I remember being an oddball.  I remember being told that I did not have to forgive those, who had so greatly wronged me.  I could not understand that thinking, for I had been forgiven much.
     I remember being teased:  "She can't do that:  she's a Christian..."  That was an all-too-familiar, biting phrase, shot out at me.  Oh, how Satan used those revilings, to tempt me to sin against my God!
     As a weak, immature, babe in Christ, I was easily led astray.  Oh, please do not blame my Lord!  He was always faithful to me!  It was I, who was unfaithful to Him.
     Wanting to belong to the groups that had my esteem, I compromised.  What did that compromise give me?  A world of hurt.
     I gave in to the temptations, of which the flesh desired to fulfill.  I was ashamed, and rightly so.  Satan used that shame, to keep me low.  God did not let me stay down for the count, though.

     So many times, God put people in my path, that rerouted my thinking back to Him.  Maybe they would not be highly esteemed in some Christian circles, but they are esteemed in my heart!  They were faithful to point me to the Lord:  caring more for my soul, than many a "Christian" these days.  
     Forever I will be grateful for the Lord's ministry to me, and those fine folks who were faithful to Him, by warning and/or protecting my immature soul.  It takes courage, my friends, to speak up to folks who are erring:  many erring folks do not like being told they are in the wrong.  
     Not just when I was in the wrong, did the Lord send people my way.  He also sought to keep me around believers, who would help strengthen my weaknesses.  They would minister to me, so that I could live.  
     Whenever I seemed to be steady in my walk with Him, Satan was lurking right around the corner:  always a temptation;  always a fear; always a doubt; always trouble.  Satan is good for nothing but heartache.
     He wanted to get in between me and my God.  The God who had became my Father.  The God who was my Saviour, from a devil's Hell!  The God, who was my family!

So, what did I do?  

More times than not, I gave in to his wicked wiles.

And, I wallowed in despair, at my unfaithfulness to my precious Lord.

**Here are the links, to the other parts to this series:

Monday, August 25, 2014

I Am My Father's Daughter, Part 3


Since I became God's daughter, through Jesus Christ His Son, my life became His to control.  

"I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me."
Galatians 2:20

I knew that I would no longer "be in control" of my life, when I came to God to save me.  It was worth the cost!

So, what does it mean, to be my Father's daughter?

Well, first, it means I have been bought with a price:  a precious price, that I do not desire to blaspheme, or give cause to blaspheme.  His name is much too precious for such shame. 

     It also means that I am adopted, by the sheer grace and mercy of the Heavenly Father:  who is now my Heavenly Father.  It means that I did not earn it by my good behaviour; but, that He pitied my soul's plight:  He sent His Son to rescue me, showed to me my danger, showed to me the One who could (and would, bless God!) save me, and then willingly redeemed me at my call!
     It means that I now have a high calling.  This calling is not by my choice, my deeds, or anything else of myself.  It is something that was ordained, long before I was ever in existence.  It was a calling, decreed of God so to be, for anyone who would be born again.  That calling is to be an ambassador for Christ.
     It means that my life is not my own, to choose how I see fit to live.  I do not get to chase after dreams, contrary to His wishes.  I do not get to decide how I want to live, then run it by Him for approval.  No, I go to Him, to see what He has already approved, and to receive the grace to live it.
     It means that I have an astoundingly large family, now!  I belong to the family of God.  I have many brothers and sisters, this side of Heaven, all around the world!  I have siblings, awaiting me, up in Glory!  I have an amazing Father, and an incomprehensibly loving Brother.  I have a Creator...Lord...God...who lives in me!  Can you say, "WOW!?"
     It means I have peace:  peace with God, knowing that all is well between us, everlastingly.  I surely did not make things right:  He did.  All I did, was take Him at His Word, seeking that free gift of reconciliation, salvation, and redemption, many years ago; as an ignorant, young girl.

     It means that I do not "fit in" with the world.  Oh, sure, I can try to blend with the world.  I even tried it, for a while.  It does not work.  It is one of the most miserable experiences in my life, as a believer.  It simply is not part of God's designs, or wishes.

"Ye adulterers and adulteresses, know ye not that the friendship of the world is enmity with God? whosoever therefore will be a friend of the world is the enemy of God." 
James 4:4

**Here are the links, to the other parts in this series:

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