Archive | October 2012

Batten Down the Hatches: ‘Frankenstorm’ is Coming!

A couple of months ago a friend of mine said she saw me heading into a storm.  At the time I thought, “What am I in now?  It sure doesn’t feel like a cakewalk?”

Now, the weather forecasts are informing us that a storm of mass proportions is heading our way.  I don’t know if the storm that is being predicted to” wreak havoc” on the North East Coast being referred to as “Frankenstorm” is the storm my friend had warned me about.  I don’t even know if it will come inland far enough to even affect us. But, I do know whether we end up in turbulent weather or not, it would be foolish not to prepare for the worst; while hoping for the best.

It’s time to batten down the hatches!

We have to make sure we have candles and flashlights in case of electrical outages, fresh water, and enough food to whether both the storm and it’s after effects. We also need to make sure the yards are cleared of clutter.

 We prepare for the “storms of life” pretty much the same way—-by gathering lights, water, and food and cleaning up the clutter.

 1Light- I heard a quote once that says, “Do not doubt in the dark what God has shown you in the light.” Spending time is the presence of the Lord and keeping His promises (candles) in your heart will illuminate your way when the “lights go out.”

Psalms 199:105 “Thy word is a lamp into my feet, and a light unto my path” ( KJV). We went camping just about every summer when I was younger. I remember how scared I had been as I made my way to the pit toilet in the middle of the night. On the “seemingly” mile long trek I would usually point my flashlight directly in front of my feet so I wouldn’t stumble when taking my next step.  However, I sometimes raised my flashlight and scanned the distance to make sure I was safe— and that I was headed in the right direction. God’s Word not only illuminates our steps to keep us from stumbling in the dark, but lights our path to bring us understanding and revelation concerning the present and the future.

 2.  Water- Our bodies are composed of more than 60 % water. No wonder we can get dehydrated so easily!  Since we can be surrounded by water and still be dehydrated (Just ask anyone who has been lost at sea) we not only need “water”—we need it to be “drinkable.” In a Shepherd Looks at the 23rd Psalm, the author, Phillip Keller, who was a shepherd by trade, explains what it means to be lead “beside the still waters.”  Keller mentions how shepherds go to great links to provide “good” water sources for the sheep—even digging deep wells if necessary. But, even with all their effort, invariably a few sheep will try to drink from polluted puddles.  If we have been drinking from the polluted water sources of the world, we will not be able to survive when the storms of life “hit us”. Jesus tells us that He is the “Living Water.” We must rely on Him to be our strength and stay through the difficult times.

3.  Food- After Jesus had met with the Samaritan woman, his disciples returned urged Him to eat. Jesus told them He had food to eat that they didn’t know about: “My food is to do the will of Him who sent Me, and to finish His work” John 4:34 (NKJ). Jesus also says in Mathew 4:4 “It is written, ‘Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God”” (NKJ). We need to know how to “hear” God’s voice and walk in His will if we are going to survive the storms of life.

4.  Clean up the clutter- Growing up on the South Coast I went through three major hurricanes. Besides gathering supplies and boarding windows, we always made sure we removed anything in the yard that could potentially become a missile.  Before we head into “life’s storms” we need to do the same.  Unhealthy patterns and mindsets, including unforgiveness and judgment, can become missiles the enemy will launch at us when the winds start kicking up. It’s best to clean them up beforehand.

Yes, it’s time to batten down the hatches here on the East Coast—It’s also time to batten down the hatches in the body of Christ.  We need to prepare for the worst; while hoping for the best. However, when the storms do begin to rage, we can be comforted in knowing not only the One who created the wind and the waves—but the One who can calm them. 

Have a blessed day!  Jeannie Diane

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Freedom Costs

Although I wrote the following post a couple of years ago, I am posting it again today, because my son will soon be returning to Afghanistan.  Please continue to pray for ALL of the brave the men and women who fight for our freedom! Also pray for their courageous families, who’s sacrifice’s are often unknown.

John 8:36-“Therefore if the Son makes you free, you shall be free indeed.”(NKJV)

When my oldest son was 11 years old he dressed in his camouflage pants and shirt, grabbed our 4 ft by 3 ft American Flag and proceeded to march around the block with his three siblings in tow.  Two days ago— he left for Afghanistan.

The same passion that stirred him then; still stirs him now.  For even as a small child reenacting battles with legos and micro-machines, he knew that true freedom has a cost.

I am proud of my sons, my son-in-law, and of all the other brave men and women who have left the security of their homeland and the people they love in order to be the “watchers on the wall.”

We can sleep, because they don’t.

We can enjoy our families, because they can’t.

We can live in peace, because some of them will die in battle.

When people tell me what our military is doing is useless and that we should just bring our soldiers back home, I tell them to remember 9-11. For I believe that if we don’t fight our enemies on their soil, we will be fighting them on ours.   

When people see how God has set me free from the lies I used to believe and the torment of the enemy, I tell them to remember Calvary where Our Savior fought for us and died.  Yes, freedom always has a cost—It cost my Lord everything!

At Home

Once when my children were small, a stranger approached us and commented: “Your children are so well-behaved! And they have such good manners!” As I was thanking the kind stranger for her gracious compliments, my 5 year old daughter piped up, “We’re really not that good.  You should see us at home!”

I heard a speaker once say, “The Christian you are—-is the Christian you are at home.”  Ouch!  Maybe, some could relate better if I said, “The Christian you are—is the Christian you are when you are driving—or at work—or waiting in line—or when you are out with your friends—or when you are on the internet, etc.”

 Although, Choosing right and doing rightcomes easily when we are sitting in a pew, worshipping, teaching, or even preaching on Sunday morning—day to day living is much more challenging.

So what kind of Christian are you “at home?”

Are you…

Loving or Loathing

Helpful or Hurtful

Available or Aloof

Giving or Greedy

Humble or Haughty

Joyful or Joyless

Patient or Pushy

Dependable or Deceptive

Compassionate or Cold-hearted

Selfish or Selfless

For real or Fake

Obedient or Obstinate

Worshipping or Worrying

Devoted or Double-minded

You get the idea. I’m sure we all can find ourselves on the “wrong” side of the list, at times. The danger comes when we measure our growth according to our anointing instead of our character. God can anoint anyone (He even used a donkey to speak His words).  True growth is determined by a change in our hearts and actions. — Where’s the fruit?

I love this quote from one of my pastors: “God is more interested in cultivating the fruit of the Spirit in your life than the gifts of the Spirit.” Thankfully, Our Heavenly Father is not only patient, but He is also a very good gardener. May the Lord continue to grow us and bring forth an abundance of “good” fruit!

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law” (Galations 5:22-23).

Have a Blessed Day! 

Jeannie Diane

Someday Land

In a previous post I mentioned that I used to live in the somedays. The following poem tells the story about the day God showed me that I needed to live in today while hoping for tomorrow. May you blessed as you read it.

Someday Land

I was raised to survive today
While living in “someday.”

For in that land people change,
And Princes whisk you away.

No one will hurt you anymore,
For all are kind and good.

“ So, if you aren’t hanging on,
Then YOU’VE misunderstood.

Faith’s believing what’s unseen;
Keep looking straight ahead.

Ignore the mess, pass the test
My Dear, your faith is dead!”

All that changed while on a walk
When God told me “Look down!”

And in front of me there lay
A dollar on the ground.

While bending down to grab it
God in my spirit said,

“Living in today, My Child,
does not mean faith is dead.

You can’t ignore the sorrow
Though pain’s not here to stay.

As you hope for tomorrow
You must live in today.

Living for an unseen time
Someday, someway, somehow.

Will rob you of the blessings
I have for you right now.

So while you’re casting your hope
On all that I have planned,

Keep your feet on solid ground
Instead of sinking sand.

As you believe the unseen
Take this as a warning.

Be sure you do not forget
My mercies come eve’ry morning.”

By Jeannie Boatright

Living in the Timinutes

Since I grew up living in the somedays, it took years until I learned to live in the todays, (see Jan. 17th 2010 blog about manna for each day.) But during my last trip to Texas, situations changed so rapidly, I jokingly told a relative one day, “I’ve learned how to live in the todays, now I’m learning how to live in the timinutes.” As soon as I said it, though, I realized it wasn’t a joke…it was reality.

The timinutes…
Where everything can change and usually does in minutes. On June 7, Mom didn’t wake up from her nap. She was air-vacced to San Antonio and put on life support….her diagnosis—meningitis and pneumonia. During a period of two months, Mom was on life support 3 times. At times, I felt like I was on a roller coaster. She would be doing so well and then someone’s mistake, a drug reaction, or a new infection would send her back to ICU. I got to the point I didn’t know what to pray. She was suffering so much. One minute Mom is talking, the next she is aspirating and choking because a nurse forgot to crush her meds. One minute she’s sleeping, the next she is coding because someone gave the wrong meds. One minute I’m sitting in her room letting her go, the next the Lord is stirring my spirit to speak the miracles of the Bible over her and pray for her to live. One minute she is on life support, the next she is breathing on her own. One minute the docs are saying there is no hope, the next they are amazed at her recovery. One minute we were discussing her funeral, the next we are planning her homecoming.

In the midst of trials, we oftentimes, want long term answers. But all we really need is direction for the minute. Lord, what do I do now? What do I pray now? What do I say now? So what was I to pray in timinutes for Mom? Sometimes it was for breath, once it was for hemorrhaging to stop, sometimes it was to clear up infections, sometimes it was for peace, and twice it was to let her go (that was more for me.) Sometimes, God would send others not just to pray for Mom, but for me. Sometimes he sent friends to get me out of the situation completely. I never knew when I was going to get a text saying “Can you be ready in 10 minutes?” Sometimes it was to pray with others and go on some “God adventures.” Other times, it was just to relax. Whether I was sleeping on the nursing home floor, or in a hospital chair, or on a couch; or weather I was walking along the bayfront at 1:00 a.m., seeing relatives I hadn’t seen in 40 years, or speaking to a group of ladies, or revisting broken places, God was orchestrating it all…as He was teaching me not just to live for the day…but for the minute.

The other night was another timinte. My brother called at 2:30 a.m. Mom had respiratory failure and was being transported via ambulance back to the hospital. I remember thinking. “Lord, not life support again! Maybe we shouldn’t intervene this time?” I called my sis and then asked God what to pray. “Pray for her to have breath. Pray the Holy Spirit breaths for her.” So I did. Shortly after Mom arrived at the hospital she began breathing normally. If there was an obstruction, it was gone. After numerous tests, the doc could find nothing wrong, and she was released. I don’t know how long Mom is going to take to recover. I don’t even no if she will fully recover. I don’t know the days of her life. But I do know— for that minute, God said, “Pray for breath.” And that’s all I needed to know.

May the Lord Bless you with His grace and wisdom; not just today, but in every minute of the day!

Jeannie Diane