What Happened?

Moses was educated in all the learning of the Egyptians, and he was a man of power in words and deeds. 
Acts 7:22

Then Moses said to the Lord, “Please, Lord, I have never been eloquent, neither recently nor in time past, nor since You have spoken to Your servant; for I am slow of speech and slow of tongue.” The Lord said to him, “Who has made man’s mouth? Or who makes him mute or deaf, or seeing or blind? Is it not I, the Lord? Now then go, and I, even I, will be with your mouth, and teach you what you are to say.” 
But he said, “Please, Lord, now send the message by whomever You will.”
Then the anger of the Lord burned against Moses
 Exo 4:10-14

Moses parting the Red Sea

What happened between these two scripture passages?  We may just say that in Acts, Steven was under pressure and not relaying the story of Moses correctly.  But Jesus told His disciples not to worry how they were to speak their defense in the synagogue because the Holy Spirit would teach them what to say (Luk 12:11-12).  So if anything, we can assume it is the Holy Spirit who came up with this statement, not Steven. That makes it even more true for me.

Moses was at one time a man of power with men, but he saw himself powerless before the God Almighty.  You may think this is a good thing, but our talents are from God - including being powerful in words and deeds.  It makes God angry when we only use these talents in the world and not for what He calls us to do.

I imagine the combination of shame, rejection and 40 years of hiding were a good mix for the devil to convince Moses that he was never eloquent.  All that royal training went down the tubes.  Moses was not only utterly convinced he could not speak with authority, he was convinced that he never had!

Do you realize that Moses was the only rejected man on earth who knew how to approach the King of Egypt?  Gaining access to this King is not mentioned in scripture, but if you are familiar with Esther, you will know that it isn't possible just to pass the guy in the hall and strike up a conversation.  There were a lot of rules to follow and people to see before you were considered worthy enough to get into the throne room.  It was easier for Moses to get an audience with the  most sought after man in the Egypt because it was bred into him - he grew up around the king, he once walked those hallways and did have casual conversations with the king.  He was intimately familiar with Egyptian courts, customs and protocols.   So God was not about to let Moses off the hook for his supposed speech impediment!

I don't think God was angry with Moses just because he had a lame excuse.  He was angry because Moses allowed Satan to steal something very valuable and unique.

It was a horrible event when Moses was moved from his home to the palace, but God knew what He was doing.  It was a horrible event when Moses was banished to the desert, but God knew what He was doing.  He had plans for Moses, plans that were beyond that young man's reasoning abilities.  It was evident that God put a hint of those plans in Moses' heart or else he would never have had compassion for his fellow countryman.

Did you have some terrible things happen to you?  Traumatic, life-changing events that broke you?  That made you wonder, "Why me?!"  Being broken is gonna happen.  Whether you have moved past that moment or are in the middle of it, do what you need to with God to get through it, but don't let the enemy of your soul steal what God has given you!

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The Floor!

This is off the God topic 'cause I thought you  might like a little fun this fine Monday morning!

We tackled our kitchen floor this weekend and today I've concluded that refinishing a wood floor is a lot like childbirth... 

1. There was a lot of discussion before finally realizing we better get this done (while I was in labor there was actually a very long conversation before we decided to get to the hospital!)

2. Seeing that first bit of stripped wood was exciting (just like that crowning little head)

3. The next 10 hours was full of pushing, wrestling, sweating, cussing and consoling (don't think I need to explain this part)

4. Then the entire floor was finally stripped, clean and beautiful (baby born!)

5. We were in a lot of pain the next morning and wondered, "how do professionals do this?" (as I lay in my bed hurting after having my son, another woman was wheeled into my room who promptly got up and started tidying her bed after just having her 5th child minutes before!  I was shocked!)

6.  After the final coat of poly is on, we will be so happy with our new beautiful floor (nothing on earth brings joy like a new baby!)

7.  In seven or eight years we'll most likely do it all over again, forgetting all the toil and pain, but thinking, "We've done this before, we can do it again!" (God has graciously wired women's brains to forget the horrendous pain of having a baby!)



Did you know it's OK to be a Christian and be happy?!

As a matter of fact if you aren't happy, you can be happy by...

loving you and everything about you
recognizing God's blessings
accepting God's discipline
being content
obeying God
tapping into God's wisdom
enjoying what you've worked for 
sharing in the happiness of others

If you don't believe me, then read your bible    ... yes!   the word "happy" is in there!



"How could I walk in there?"

             "I CAN'T!!"
                        "Oh, but I must!"

She fought with herself as her feet moved through the crowded, dusty street toward the door.  Inside were men who loathed her. She couldn't leave her home without their abusive stares and comments every. single. day. They would often feign ignorance as they bumped into her, causing her to stumble and fall so that passersby would think her a drunken fool.  No matter if she spat her anger back at them or ignored them, their hatred weighed her down like heavy chains.

"I can't do this!

But ... I can't help myself... 

What is wrong with me?  
Oh feet of mine, why won't you stop?!"  

Her mind screamed "DON'T GO IN THERE!!!" as her body moved closer and closer.  She could nearly feel herself being torn in two as she came up to the foreboding, dark entryway.   Breathing slowly in and out, trying to steady her racing heart, she held her breath and quietly moved into the shadows of the room.

As her eyes adjusted from the bright sun, she slowly made out the individual men who were engaged in a heated discussion where they lounged at the table.  Thankfully, they were facing away from her and oblivious to her entrance despite her thunderous heartbeats.

"There he is!" 

He was so close!  Tears unexpectedly erupted as she stifled her sobs.  She only wanted - , no - , needed, so desperately needed... just to touch his foot.  Just a small, tiny touch of his skin.

"Maybe he won't even notice."  

She let her knees down on the ground and like a lowly dog crept to where he was.  Carefully and ever so tenderly she reached out her hand and just let her finger lightly brush his heel.

Meaning to quickly turn back, she uncontrollably sank to the ground in a heap with her face in those dirt encrusted feet.

                  Suddenly, nothing else mattered.

While her soul seemed to soar, her body was overcome from being so free.  All the heartache, all the pain, all the rejection -

                  vanished in the moment she touched his flesh.

"I don't care!  
I don't care! 
Let them kill me! 
I don't care!" 

Her heart was finally at peace!  Her tears were like rivers that gushed up from her heart.

"Oh, the peace!"  

Lifting herself slightly, she yanked her most precious possession from her neck and let it spill over those dirty, beautiful feet! The stares were slicing into her as she fumbled trying to loose her thick auburn hair. Cascading down to the floor, it fell as a comforting veil around her face, making a blessedly private place for her and her savior's feet.  She needed nothing else, letting her tears mingle with the oil as the fragrance filled the room.  Savoring the stunned silence she carefully wiped away the dirt with her treasured, silky hair.  

Then she slowly lowered her head until her lips could so tenderly touch that skin. It was like the most intoxicating wine to feel his pulse with each kiss.

Shattering the cherished silence was a familiar, loathing, accusing voice, "Sheeee is a sinner!"

Don't take this from me!!!"

But those sweet, precious feet didn't move!  The tears came afresh as she buried her face into them once again and held them tight.  He started to tell a story as if she wasn't even there.

"Thank you...."

She lay quietly, not moving, not wanting to leave.  He was conversing with that disgusting voice.  Thankfully, she didn't need to.

Then she heard, "Do you see this woman?" and her mind suddenly rebelled,

  Just let me lay here in peace!"

As she clung to those feet that didn't pull back in rejection, she heard something foreign. She was used to being shamed, but this ... this... she loosened her grip ...

"What is he saying about me?"  

His words started to fill her soul and revive her.  She lifted her eyes and saw he was looking right at her as no man had ever done before.  He held her gaze as he spoke to the other men about her.

"Oh, what is this?  

so tender ... 

so gentle ... 

so kind ... 


She was drowning - inside and out. It was as if the blood she felt pulsing in his veins was now coursing through her heart.  She looked around the table at each of her accusers.  There was no more fear...

"You can't hurt me anymore!"

Her eyes came back to her Savior as he said,

"Your faith has saved you. Go in peace."

Back on that dusty road nothing was the same!
                       She was new!
                                    Letting her head fall back she drank in the warm sunshine!
                                                                        She laughed and spun around and around....

"I'm free!!!!!"

Luke 7:36-50


I find it interesting that ISIS is all over the news. I'm still working diligently on my book (it's nearing the first rough draft) and am realizing the need for it to be published more each day because it clearly defines the spiritual significance of who Isis is.  For now I will tell you that this name is not just an acronym for Islamic State of Iran and Syria or for any thing else (the acronym is used a lot!).  The name Isis is very significant spiritually.

Do you know that the goddess, Isis, is one of several entities who is considered the queen of heaven found in Jeremiah 44?

And do you know that at the center of Mecca is a black stone embedded in the Kaaba that is a representation of Aphrodite (fallen star), who is another queen of heaven entity?  I wonder if many Muslims today make the connection between the black stone and Aphrodite aka Allat who is in their Quran.

The queen of heaven originated in the Middle East and is still very prevalent and spiritually powerful in the area today.  I believe that it is no coincidence that the name ISIS is being heard all over the world today. From what God has shown me, I strongly think it is all part of the eschatology timeline that is meant to condition uninformed people.

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