🌿 Mystical Gardens Tale 🌿 The Cooling Waters Jill had decided that summer had officially become personal. The heat had been unbearable for days. Not the pleasant kind of summer warmth that made people want to sit outside with a cold drink. This was the kind of heat that seemed to crawl beneath your skin and stay there. Jill woke up irritated. She stepped outside and immediately began sweating. “Wonderful,” she muttered. “It's going to be another one of those days.” Her car wouldn't start. “Of course it won't.” The air conditioner at work wasn't working properly. “Of course it isn't.” Someone had left a door open, letting hot air into the building. “Who does that?” Then someone accidentally bumped into her in the hallway. “Watch where you're going!” The woman stopped and stared at Jill. “I'm sorry.” Jill walked away without answering. She didn't notice the hurt look on the woman's face. By lunchtime, Jill was ready to scream. The restaurant was crowded. Someone's child was crying. A man at the next table was talking too loudly. The waitress brought Jill the wrong drink. “This isn't what I ordered.” “I apologize. I'll get you another one.” “And could you please get it right this time?” The waitress's smile disappeared. Jill didn't notice. Or perhaps she did, but she was too irritated to care. Everything seemed to bother her. A phone ringing. A dog barking. Someone chewing too loudly. A car driving too slowly. A person looking at her for what Jill was certain was too long. “What are you looking at?” she snapped. The man quickly looked away. By late afternoon, Jill was exhausted. And angry. Mostly angry. She couldn't even explain why anymore. All she knew was that everything was getting on her nerves. Then, on her way home, Jill saw something she hadn't seen before. A narrow path between two old trees. It hadn't been there yesterday. Jill stopped. She stared at it. Beyond the trees was a faint green glow. Normally, she would have walked away. But today she was hot, tired, frustrated, and completely out of patience and whatever was there had to be better than here, so she stepped onto the path. Within moments, the world changed. The heat disappeared. Jill stopped walking. A cool breeze brushed across her face. She closed her eyes. “Oh…” She hadn't realized how badly she needed that. The garden stretched out before her. Tall trees formed a canopy overhead. Little streams wound between moss-covered stones. Flowers opened beneath the shade, and somewhere nearby, water trickled over smooth rocks. There were no car horns. No ringing phones. No barking dogs. No crying children. No voices demanding anything from her. Just quiet. Beautiful, peaceful quiet. Jill sat beside the stream and dipped her hands into the cool water. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She took a deep breath. Then another. And suddenly, something uncomfortable happened... She began remembering. The woman in the hallway. “Watch where you're going!” The waitress. “Could you please get it right this time?” The man at the restaurant. “What are you looking at?” Her coworker. “Who does that?” One memory after another came rushing back. Jill lowered her head. “Oh no.” She hadn't simply been having a bad day. She had been handing that bad day to everyone around her. She had taken her frustration, her discomfort, and her exhaustion and thrown them at people who hadn't caused any of it. The garden remained silent. But Jill had the strange feeling that the giant tree at the center of the garden was watching her. “I was miserable,” she whispered. A leaf drifted down beside her. Jill picked it up. “I was hot. I was tired. Everything was going wrong.” She sighed. “But that doesn't mean I had to make everybody else miserable too.” The breeze moved gently through the branches. Jill smiled sadly. “You know what's worse?” She looked toward the path. “I don't even know if any of them deserved an apology from me.” She paused. “Of course they do.” For the first time that day, Jill laughed at herself. She had spent hours thinking everyone else was the problem. But the garden had given her something the heat never could. Perspective. Jill stood. “I can't undo what I said.” She looked toward the great tree. “But I can go back and do better.” The garden seemed to grow a little brighter. Jill stepped onto the path. The heat returned when she reached the other side. But something inside her had changed. The temperature hadn't changed. Her circumstances hadn't changed. Her car was still broken. The air conditioner still wasn't working. Tomorrow might be just as hot. But Jill wasn't going to let the heat decide who she was. The next morning, she found the woman from the hallway. “I'm sorry,” Jill said. The woman looked surprised. “For yesterday. You didn't deserve the way I spoke to you.” Then Jill found the waitress. She apologized there too. And when someone accidentally bumped into her later that afternoon, Jill felt irritation rising inside her. She opened her mouth. Then stopped. She took a breath. “It's okay,” she said. The person smiled. And Jill smiled back. That evening, Jill returned to the garden. She sat beneath the great tree with her feet beside the cool stream. “Thank you,” she whispered. She finally understood something the garden had been trying to teach her. Sometimes we are uncomfortable. Sometimes we are tired. Sometimes the world seems to be working against us. And sometimes we have every reason to be frustrated. But our circumstances may explain why we're hurting without giving us permission to hurt someone else. The garden could cool Jill's skin. But only she could choose to cool the anger in her heart. And that choice was worth far more than a cool breeze. Seed from the Garden “A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.” — Proverbs 15:1 You may not be able to control the heat, the noise, the traffic, the broken air conditioner, or the things other people do. But you can choose what you do with the frustration those things create inside you. Before you hand your bad day to someone else, stop. Breathe. Cool down. And remember: They may not be the reason you're hurting. Don't make them pay for it. #christianwriter #christianfiction #christianfantasy #stacyfrantz #MysticalGardens

from a Lordsbook member.. Question : " I have a question and I would really appreciate an answer. How do you keep the fire burning in your spirit? cause this past few months has been a struggle,the zeal to pray and study Gods word isn't as strong but yet the conviction in my heart is so strong that there's no where else I belong except in God's presence and in his kingdom but I don't feel the zeal and fire that was once there . this breaks my heart, what do I do ?" Answer : " Our feelings and emotions can be like shifting winds - so much affects them , IF WE ALLOW THEM TO DICTATE THE REALITY of our position and Relationship, to and with our God ! Also of course, Satan will attack you on all fronts ! He is the Enemy of God and of you and me. Who are you going to listen to ? It's your choice moment by moment. Our bodies NEED nourishment and in certain cases , certain medications. Many mothers will say to their children at the start of a school day" You MUST eat your breakfast; lunchtime is a long way off " Likewise, our Heavenly Father wants to speak to each one of us through the Word he has give us: The Holy Bible. I remember as a teenager ( before I became a real child of God in experiential Relationship with Him, I had to study the four Gospels ( Books of Matthew , Mark, Luke and John. ) for an important High School examination , overseen by the University of Oxford in England . It was vital to meet the challenge of a serious examination. I was surprised as I did so, because the words seemed to 'lift off the pages' for the very first time., and GOD SPOKE TO MY HEART OF THE REALITY OF THE WORDS and I not only passed the Examination with distinction, I shortly afterwards began a real Relationship with God, through the Good News of the Life and Love of Jesus Christ for me which is being daily proven to me right now, because JESUS IS NOT DEAD- HE IS ALIVE ! Likewise , I WORSHIP HIM from my heart - I declare my Love towards Him ( the Scripture says " We love him, because He first loved us " - 1 John, chapter 4 and verse 9 ). He speaks to us and encourages our hearts as we speak ( commune ) with Him and Worship Him. He seeks Worshippers in his Almighty Love relationship. This powerful concept comes from Jesus' conversation with the Samaritan woman at the well, as recorded in John 4:23-24. It means that true worship is not about a specific location or rigid religious rituals, but is a genuine, authentic connection with God, empowered by the Holy Spirit and rooted in His truth. The above is a very short and simple answer . God wants his children to be whole and healthy in their spirits. He IS OUR ULTIMATE PARENT!

Chapter 4 ST TRINIANS WITH BOVVER BOOTS Isaiah 53:6 “All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.” The St Trinian’s films of the 1950s tell the story of a girls’ school that was completely out of control and caused mayhem wherever it went. Skerton School looked fine from the outside. The drive had beautiful apple blossom trees on either side, and there were hundreds of little cherubs running about. But scratch below the surface and you would scream. The teachers were legends. These included Charlie Emmett — boys were sent to him if they had done wrong, and he would bring their backsides into close proximity with a T-square. Our music teacher, “Sweaty Betty” Wilson, used our lesson time to lecture us on the state of the world. There was Ms Pallister, our young French teacher, and Mr Curnow, our RE teacher, who met and married at the school. Mr Waterhouse, my history teacher, did train impressions. My form teachers were Mrs Warrington and Mr Scott. School uniform was often augmented by bovver boots and associated items — indeed, anything that could cause grievous bodily harm. This was the 1970s. You could not imagine students changing gender or openly calling themselves homosexual at Skerton; they would have been torn to pieces. Some of the girls did look a bit like men — no names mentioned, but your name begins with S. All those teachers did their very best under the most trying circumstances. We were a right bunch. But Keith was the school clown. He drove teachers and schoolmates mad with his antics. He was an attention seeker, desperately trying to be noticed. Some stories about school trips are the stuff of legend — from fire extinguishers being set off on the Mersey ferry to buses getting stuck on Formby Sands. On other trips, small swords were stolen in Keswick and items taken from a shop in Grasmere. The shop owner came onto the bus to identify the culprit but couldn’t, as most boys had their heads under coats or seats. But we all knew who it was. You know who you are! Grasmere was also where a group of students staying at the youth hostel got locked out, so the smallest boy was ordered to shimmy up a drainpipe, climb through an open window, and unlock the door. Keith was placed in the lowest stream in fourth year. He ended up doing woodwork, metalwork, and PE, with no academic studies. My father fought to get me into an academic class. Finally, after missing two terms, I was moved into Class 4S — but I still continued acting the clown. We had to leave our bags outside the classroom at lunchtime. Ours was the art room, and there was a small ledge just above the door. Someone took great pleasure in throwing my satchel onto that ledge. At 1 p.m., everyone was kept waiting while Keith ran around retrieving his bag. Again, we all knew the culprit. He still lives in Morecambe… doesn’t he? The school had many landmarks, including the toilets near our classroom — the only toilets with a chimney. This was the place for smoking. You know how white smoke comes out of the chimney when a new pope is elected? It was like that. White smoke streamed from the windows as students tried to “have a drag.” The school was not PC or “woke.” It was a throwback to a bygone age, but for us, it truly was the best days of our lives. Not only was there a place for smoking, there were places for snogging too — behind the bike sheds and near the brass band room. So I am reliably informed by someone who spent plenty of time in both places. In fact, the bike sheds have probably been moved to Altrincham town centre as a memorial — or a souvenir. I’m not sure which. Lunchtime meant football in the playground, but it was never long before you heard the shout of “FIGHT!” followed by teachers running over and saying, “You two clowns, get to Mr Emmett!” Skerton is now demolished. It has become a housing complex. But for us, it remains a deep memory imprinted on our minds. Life revolved around school. Next time I return to the UK, we will have a reunion with Russ, Wilf, Bruno, Gary, and of course, the legendary Sheri. Other memorable occasions include sports day, when Keith attempted the hurdles and fell at the first one, causing the biggest laugh ever. We played sports where teams had to be chosen. In football, I was never chosen first — always last. The choice often came down to me or a lamppost. The lamppost was usually chosen first. Eventually, Keith did buckle down. He achieved Grade 1 in both History and Geography, and Grade 3 in English Language and Literature. He won the prize for History — well, they had to give someone else a prize. The rest went to a certain genius from Mount Avenue, including the “snogging prize.” Lifelong friendships were formed at school. My dear friend David Hobbs is still a great friend to me, as is my dearly beloved Andrew, whom I can never thank enough. Years later, Mr Waterhouse and Mr and Mrs Curnow came to my church. What a joy to know we will meet again. One last story. Our head girl in Year 5 was Diane Stephenson. She was vivacious and had a very quiet friend called Deborah Ormerod. They were inseparable and in my class. Diane often came to talk to me; she was a lovely person. I remember our last lesson on a Friday afternoon was Geography. One Friday, I looked across at Diane’s table. The boys were gathered around, hanging on her every word. She had her whole future ahead of her. On the following Monday morning, the headmaster and senior teachers came into our classroom. On that Friday night, Diane and Deborah had gone out with their seventeen- to eighteen-year-old boyfriends. As they came down a hill in their village, the car lost control and crashed into a wall. Diane, who was not wearing a seatbelt, was killed instantly. Deborah was seriously injured. I will always remember seeing them that Friday afternoon. Hours later, Diane was gone. Life is so fragile. That has always stayed with me. In Keith’s last term at Skerton, something happened to him — but more of that in the next chapter. Devotional Thought As youngsters, we go on our merry way. We laugh and cry together. For us, school was not about academics; it was about survival. I remember Mr Curnow saying in RE class, “Jesus is the answer.” I mocked him. I wish I had listened, because He truly is the answer. I did not want to go to Skerton, but it was the place where God had placed Andrew. Mr Scott once said to him, “You’re wasting your time with Keith — he’s beyond hope.” But there are two wonderful words at the start of Ephesians 2: BUT GOD “But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ (by grace ye are saved).” No one is beyond the grace and mercy of God. I am living testimony to that fact. Chapter 4A SILENT KILLER Proverbs 15:3 “The eyes of the Lord are in every place, beholding the evil and the good.” I write this for those who have suffered bullying, both at home and at school. Bullying can scar a person for life. It is like an itch you cannot scratch. My story began at a friend’s school, where I met a boy a year older than me who took it upon himself to bully me — verbally and physically. I will say this: I did irritate people, and perhaps I brought some of it on myself. But that does not make bullying acceptable. Later, at Skerton, the bullying worsened. The more I was bullied, the angrier I became. Years later, I met a girl from our class online. The first thing she said was, “You were the one they bullied.” That was her lasting impression of me. Into adult life, and even into my first marriage, this pattern continued. Some of it may have been my fault — but not all of it. So how do you deal with it? Devotional Thought A deep relationship with God is the first step toward healing. Bullying often happens in the shadows, unseen by others — but not by God. When you come to Him, you come as a child and become His son or daughter, loved and accepted. You can pray and forgive those who bullied you, whether in the past or even now. The verse above gives great hope. The Lord sees everything. He has heard every word spoken against you, and He will hold people accountable. You must not repay evil with evil. The cycle must be broken. One way to do this is to tell someone you trust — a pastor, close friend, parent, or family member. Yes, I may have deserved some correction in life, but never the uncontrolled anger of another person. That is never right and never acceptable. I write this to give hope. I have been where you are. Now I rest secure in God’s love, knowing that no verbal or physical abuse can define me. I finish with Romans 8: “If God be for us, who can be against us? … Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Chapter 4 ST TRINIANS WITH BOVVER BOOTS ISAIAH 53 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. The St trinnian films of the 1950's tell the story of a girls school, that was completely out of control and caused mayhem, wherever it went. Skerton School looked ok from the outside, the drive had beautiful apple blossom trees either side of it, it had hundreds of little cherubs running about, but scratch below the surface and you would scream. The teachers were legends, these included Charlie Emmett, boys were sent to him, if they had done wrong, and he brought their bum in close proximity with a T-square, Our music teacher Sweaty Betty Willson, who used our lesson to give us a lecture on the state of the world, Ms Pallister our young French teacher and Mr Curnow our RE teacher, who met and married at school, Mr Waterhouse my history Teacher who did train impressions and MY Form teachers Mrs Warrington and Mr Scott. School uniform was augmented by bovver boots and associated items, indeed anything that could cause grievous bodily harm, this was the 1970's, could you imagine, having students change sex or calling themselves homosexual, at Skerton, they would of been killed, although some of the girls did look a bit like men, again no names, but your name begins with S. All those teachers did their very best under the most trying circumstances, we were a right bunch. But Keith was the school clown, he used to drive teachers and schoolmates mad with his antics, he was an attention seeker, desperately trying to grab people's attention. Some of the stories about school trips are the stuff of legend, to fire extinguishers being set off on the Mersey ferry to buses getting stuck on Formby sands. On other trips small swords were stolen in Keswick and items stolen from a small shop in Grasmere, the owner of the shop came onto the bus to identify the culprit, but couldn't as most boys had their heads under coats or under seats.. but we all who the culprit was. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! Grasmere was the location, were a group of students visiting and staying at the youth hostel, were locked out, so the smallest was ordered to shimmy up the drainpipe to climb through the open window and open the door. Keith was placed in the lowest stream in 4th year, he ended up doing woodwork and metalwork, PE and no academic studies, my father fought to get me into an academic class, finally after missing two terms, he was moved into class 4S, but he still continues to act the clown. We had to leave our bags outside our classroom, at lunchtime, ours was the art classroom, there was a little ledge just above the door, and how can I put this, some person, took great pleasure of lobbing my satchel onto this ledge, so at 1pm, everyone was kept waiting as Keith was running about retrieving his satchel, again we know the culprit. He still lives in Morecambe.. don't you? The school had many famous landmarks, which included the toilets near our classroom, which was the only toilets with a chimney as this was the place for smoking. You know when a new pope is elected, white smoke comes out of the chimney, well it is was like that in the toilets, white smoke would be seen streaming out of the windows, as students were trying to in their words.. have a drag. The school was definitely not very PC or woke, it was a throwback to a bygone age, but it was truly the best days of our lives. Not only was there a place for smoking, there were places for snogging also, behind the bike sheds and the brass band room, were the best places, so I am reliably informed by a person, who spent lots of time in both places, indeed the bike sheds have been moved to Altrincham town centre as a souvenir. or a memorial, I don't know which. Lunchtime was time for football in the playground, but it was not long before you heard the sound of FIGHT, and the sound of teachers running and saying, you two clowns get to Mr Emmett. Skerton is now demolished, it is now a housing complex with flats, but it was for us a deep memory imprinted on our minds, life revolved around school, next time I return to the UK, we will have a school reunion with Russ, Wilf, Bruno, Gary and of course the legendary Sheri. Other memorable occasions include the sports day, where Keith decided to do the hurdles and fell over the first one, creating the biggest laugh ever. We played sports, we had to choose teams, in football, I was never chosen first, always last, the choice came down to me or a lamp post the lamp post was usually chosen first. At school, Keith did finally buckle down, he got Grade 1 in both History and Geography and Grade 3 in English Language and Literature, he got the prize for History, well they had to give someone else a prize, the rest went to a certain genius from Mount Avenue, including the snogging prize. Lifelong friendships have happened through school, my dear friend David Hobbs is still a great friend to me and my dearly beloved Andrew, who I can never thank enough. Years later Mr Waterhouse and Mr and Mrs Curnow, came to my church, what a joy to know we will meet again. One last story, our head girl in year 5 was a girl called Diane Stephenson, she was a vivacious girl with a very quiet friend called Deborah Ormerod, they were in my class and they were inseparable. Diane especially used to come and talk to me, she was a really nice person. I remember our last class on Friday afternoon was Geography, one Friday I looked across to Diane's table, the boys were gathered around the table, she had them eating out of her hand, she had her whole future in front of her. Coming in on the following Monday morning, we had our headmaster and other senior teachers in our classroom. On that Friday night, the two girls had gone out with their seventeen to eighteen old boyfriends in a car, coming down the hill in their home village, the car lost control and crashed into a wall, both passengers who had no seat belts, were killed instantly, the two back seat passengers were seriously injured. Diane was killed that night, Deborah was seriously injured. I will always remember looking at them both on that Friday night, hours later, she was dead. Life is so fragile, this has always stuck in my mind. In Keith's last term at Skerton, something happened to Keith, but more of that in our next chapter. Devotional thought As youngsters, we go on our merry way, we laugh and cry together, school for us was not an academic lesson is was about survival. I remember in RE class, Mr Curnow saying Jesus is the answer, I just mocked him. I wish I had listened, because he is truly the answer. I didn't want to go to Skerton, but it was the place, where God had placed Andrew. Mr Scott our form master had said to Andrew " your wasting your time with Keith, he's beyond hope". There are two wonderful words at the start of Ephesians 2: BUT GOD 4 But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, 5 Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved;) No one is beyond the grace and mercy of God, I am a living testimony to this fact. CHAPTER 4A SILENT KILLER Proverbs 15:3 The eyes of the Lord are in every place, beholding the evil and the good. I am writing this to be able to relate to the many people, who have suffered from bullying both in the home and at school. Many people suffer from bullying at school and it can scar them for life, it remains an itch that you can't scratch. My bullying story started at friends school, I met a boy there who was a year older than me and he took it upon himself to bully me, verbally and physically. Now the first thing I would say is that, I deserved at least some of it, as I did irritate people, but that is not the whole story, although I did cause some of it by my actions, that does that mean that any bullying is acceptable. Later on at Skerton, this bullying got worse, the more I was bullied the more angry I became. I remember years later meeting a girl in our class online and the first thing she said was " you were the one they bullied", that was her impression of me. Into adult life and in my first marriage, this bullying has persisted, again some of it is my fault, but not entirely. So how do you deal with it, let me share what I have learned, as getting over the pain is not easy. Devotional thought Having a deep and meaningful relationship with God is essential as this is the first step to healing, bullying is usually done in the shadows, no one else knows about it, except you and the bully. Having this relationship with God allows you to heal, he is the great healer, because when you come to him, you come as a child and become his son or daughter and you are loved. Also you are able to pray and forgive the person who has bullied you in the past or maybe who is doing it now. The verse at the top should give anyone who has experienced bullying, real hope. The Lord sees everything, he has seen every word spoken against you and will hold that person accountable. Another thing to do, is that if you are going through bullying, you must not render evil for evil, that is not the way to go. The cycle must be broken and one of the ways to do is to tell people you trust that bullying is going on, it may be a pastor, close friend or parent/extended family member. Remember what I said earlier, in my case, I deserved a little bullying, but not the indiscriminate anger of another person, that is NOT RIGHT AND IS NEVER ACCEPTABLE. Even joking is not acceptable, I got lots of nicknames at school, we indeed gave nicknames to some of our teachers, indeed I was not nice on several occasions to my teachers. I write to give hope to people, I write because I have been where you are and now I rest secure in God's love, knowing that nothing can ever hurt me, no verbal or physical abuse. I finish with the words of Romans 8, may they be as amazing to you as they are to me. 31 What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us? 32 He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things? 33 Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God's elect? It is God that justifieth. 34 Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us. 35 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? 36 As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. 37 Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. 38 For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, 39 Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Moses My Servant Then Moses said to God, "Indeed, when I come to the children of Israel and say to them, 'The God of your fathers has sent me to you,' and they say to me, 'What is His name?' what shall I say to them?" And God said to Moses, "I AM WHO I AM." And He said, "Thus you shall say to the children of Israel, 'I AM has sent me to you.' " Moses was a person who truly knew the Lord in every way—by talking, walking, and staying with Him. In Acts, Stephen says Moses was learned in all the wisdom of the Egyptians and was mighty in words and deeds. Whenever he had to make a decision, he did not rely on his own understanding; instead, he consulted and discussed with the Lord for the answer. When the Israelites threatened to stone him in front of the Red Sea, he was not afraid but asked God, "What should I do for your people?" In the same way, we face situations in our daily lives that we cannot sort out with our own knowledge and strength. We must just be in the Word of God, and He will make a way. In Numbers says now the man Moses was very humble, more than all men who were on the face of the earth. I hereby mention my testimony: when I reached Saudi Arabia for our new project, it was a very new atmosphere with no known friends. My project was in a place where it was very difficult to get food at lunchtime, and we were leaving our room early in the morning, so we could not carry anything. In this situation, I prayed to the Lord: "You gave food to Elijah by ravens; I believe in this desert you can provide food for me." A miracle happened soon after that our company began providing food for us at the site office. My Lord is my savior, he is my provider yesterday today and forever, he will not forsake me in any situations in my life. Finally, Deuteronomy says that since then there has not arisen in Israel a prophet like Moses, whom the Lord knew face to face, and who performed all the signs and wonders which the Lord sent him to do in the land of Egypt, before Pharaoh, before all his servants, and in all his land, and by all that mighty power and all the great terror which Moses performed in the sight of all Israel. May God strengthen you all with these words..Amen

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Good morning to everyone. Grace and peace be with you. In promoting my last two I have done zoom interviews, radio commercials, and now…last night I did a podcast interview. Where I interviewed on camera before for promotion of a book signing and we had fun, the first zoom interview kind of freaked me out but we had fun. Then last night, for the pod cast interview, it was like all my inhibitions were gone and I could speak freely about how He motivated me to start this journey, how He wants me to use worldly gadgets to move His message, and most of all … in these avenues of promotion … He reminded me of how much I love Him. I know that some of my last posts have been a bit more on the not so light side of life, but it was because I love Him so much that I do not want to leave anyone behind. I definitely do not want to be left behind because of something I did or didn’t do. All of these papers that I write are messages that He is dealing with me on first. Then He requests that I share so that if others are struggling, they can see the path. My friends. I am far from perfect. Some days I do better than others … in my view anyways. I have always said Jesus can hand me the toothbrush for the heavenly bathrooms to be cleaned and I will be okay with that as long as I am with Him. Today I want you to reflect on your walk. Look at some of the distractions. Look at some of the well-lit areas of positivity. If you want to, make a list of distractions, and compare them to the positivity…which one is longer? For giggles, if I remember that is, I will do the same at lunch and share as I shared my lunchtime thought about sinews yesterday. When we see which list is longer, we can rejoice if it is the lit path, or we can dig our heals in for work if it is the distractions. Either way … He wins. Be blessed today my friends. ***For with you is the fountain of life; in your light we see light. –Psalm 36:9