How We React! Written by: Margene Wiese-Baier @2009
The last couple of day’s I have been doing a lot of thinking and praying about why we do the things we do. Especially, when it comes to eating and the way we keep our houses. And the way everything connects together.
Some people when they are stressed go and find something to eat. For some it is something sweet like a chocolate chip cookie or should I say cookies. For some it is something salty like a bag of barbeque potatoe chips. Remember, you can’t eat just one. And then there are the people that go crazy and clean a already clean house. And then there is some of us that when we get stressed we become immobile and our houses show it. And then there are the people that are combo people that everything mentioned is happening to them.
Have you ever been to someone’s house that you swear you could eat off their floor, and then the next time you drop in things just aren’t the same. Well did ever question that something just might be going on in their World. Or a person that has been thin and then the next time you see them you swear they must have gained twenty pounds. Or it may be the opposite.
Well, we all have something that we are going through and each of handle it in different ways.
I can remember when a friends Mother passed on. My friend lost so much weight she became skin and bones. Her face was shallow and sunken in, and she just didn’t look like her anymore. And the Father/Husband did the same thing. A robust little man with a little round belly turned into a thin man almost like overnight.
I also have friends that would react to a situation differently. They eat everything in site. Food is their comfort barometer. Even though they are full they have to finish the whole bag of cookies.
Or let’s look at the people that all of a sudden or not so suddenly can’t keep their house clean. Did you ever wonder what is going on there. Or even worse when it is a struggle all along. For myself I think it goes deeper than just looking at what is going on the surface. It goes to the root or the core of the person. Recently we had a woman come into Fisherman’s Net that taught on Bitter Root Judgments. I believe in each of these situations something happened in the past to make us react a certain way. For the friend and her dad that lost the weight you can see it was a traumatic experience right then. But what about the other’s. And maybe even with the friend and her dad what happened to them long ago to make them react the way they did by not being able to eat. The problem is when people go back to eating their body say’s you starved me long enough I am going to store the fat away, so if you ever do it again I will have reserves.
In a couple day’s it is a start of a New Year of 2010. Time of trying to better ourselves in the New Year. I think before we can make improvements we need to look at why we do certain things. God wants us to be the best we can be, and wants us to come to Him for help. Most of us have tried to carry everything on our own shoulders for way to long. He can show us where and why and the reasons we do the things we do. We need to stop blaming others and be forgiving if someone else caused you not to feel good about yourself. Especially, when it comes to parent’s they did the best they could. They may not have felt loved when they were children and just don’t know how to show love. Or it could be something that happened with someone at School. The teasing that went on, and then they would say it is because we like you. Well you know it didn’t feel like you liked me. Words hurt more than if you would have thrown something. I think you get my point.
Sometimes, if you notice someone is doing something they normally don’t do or even if you notice it is a pattern. Can you do me a favor? Open the door for that friend to voice what is going on. Don’t tell others unless you have that person’s permission. You, may just be the window that person needs to be a healing into their hurting soul.
I was talking to one of my friends and she said every part of us including our body has been hurt by something. It truly shows in how we keep our house and how we eat our food. I pray I have not offended anyone, because I want to write in love, and by writing this helps me also into seeing why I react to things in a certain way.
Please, tell me if this has helped you. Or tell me how you have overcome certain things in your life. By doing this you can help someone else.
Just a thought! Hugs, and Love, Margene
P.S. I am glad I have someone bigger than myself to bring me through the tought times. Just, because I am a Believer in Jesue Christ doesnt' mean I will not go through trials and tribulation. It even say's that in the Bible. But I do know who my Comforter is, and He is always there to get me through anything. 2010 is a turn around year. I believe the Promises made will be fulfilled this year. Get Ready, Get Ready, Get Ready. Just a thought! Hugs, Margene
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Slim for Him, this book made a difference.
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I saw a friend that I hadn't seen for some time, and she looked marvelous Dawling. She had lost about 70 pounds, and I was so excited for her. I asked her how she did it, and she proceeded to tell me, and she told me about a book another friend had giver her, and how it impacted her life. I was with this friend when she bought the book at the Fisherman's Net bookstore in North Port after a Woman's Bible Study. She picked up the book and told me she was going to buy it for a certain friend. It cost her a whole 25cents. If this little book can help my friend maybe it can help others. I want to share it with all of my friends and family. It is an older book and I don't know if it is available, but for those who have connections please help me find it. I hope this is a blessing for you. the book is "Slim for Him" and the author is. Patricia B Kreml Please, let me know what you think. Love, and hugs, Margene
Serving Others a Great Present to Give, but I Get More in Return Than What I gave!
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Written by: Margene Wiese-Baier @2009
I am so excited I had a Wonderful Christmas where I could give to others, and guess what it was a Christmas meal. I helped several other people serve the Homeless in Fort Myers. So excited. It reminded me of the day's I went with Team Jesus, and Bill and Charlene Cameron would have been cheering me on.
My friend came and picked me up Christmas Eve, so we could get and early start in the morning. She was gracious to me and let me sleep until 8:00 am instead of six. She didn't know I got up several times, because I didn't want to hold up anything.
We drove to Fort Myers, and this is how good God is, the very things we had talked about the night before and that morning was on a TD Jakes CD. I swear confirmation all over that CD. Powerful. Then we got there and a crowd of people were there waiting. Oh man you should have seen the spread. Chicken, Pork Ribs so tender and juicy. Mashed potatoes with garlic and butter. Vegetables sauteed in butter and herbs. Lasagna like from Italy itself. And then the deserts. I swear it was like we were serving Royalty. Kind of reminds me of the story when the big guys were invited to the Wedding and they were to busy to come. But the people that were meant to be there came. It was beautiful . The babies, the men and the women. Smiles, and laughter filled the air. I went around taking pictures of all these beautiful people. That for one day they could forget all of their problems and enjoy not only a good meal, but other peoples company in conversation and laughter.
Yesterday, we celebrated our King's birth, but He didn't stay a baby, but He grew up to lay down His life to save us from destruction. He died for us, and rose again and sit's at the right hand of His Father. But yesterday as we served others He walked amongst the people and blessed them in a special way.
I wouldn't have missed this for the World. I look forward to next year and doiing it again. Oh wait I don't think I will have to wait. Pastor Gasper Anastasi, invited us to come back New Year's Eve. I think he said we could help again. Ok when we do something like this we sometimes think we are blessing others, but the truth is we are the one getting the blessing. I feel all warm and comfy inside. I Love you, Jesus, and You make my world Rock with Joy, and I feel Loved so much by you when I can serve other's as You have served me.
Just a thought, Love, and Hugs, Margene
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Grandma and a Man We Called Doc
Written By - Margene Wiese-Baier @2000
As I entered the train station in Albany, Oregon my eyes automatically focused on an older gentleman. If he wasn't a man, I would have sworn my grandmother had come back to take this life changing trip with me, but she was in Heaven. It did cause the memories of the long ago trips of my youth to see her and her husband who we all called Doc.
It would always be the same scenario. Dad would come home on Fridays after a long hard working day at his Saw Filing Shop, Where he sharpened big saws for the local lumber mills in Philomath, Oregon, and a few on the outskirts of the town.
His announcement was always "Hurry up, and get ready. We're going to see Grandma." Before we could go, we had to make sure the house was cleaned up. That kind of ruined the spontaneity of the trip, but it didn't ruin the excitement of going. We always made sure the house was spotless, because Mom would remind us that nothing was worse that coming home to a dirty house, and it was a nice to slip into clean crisp sheets after the long drive home. I could never figure how it always seemed like it took forever to get to a place, and just half the time to get home.
Off we went for the drive that seemed to always bring up the same question over and over again: "Are we there yet?" With the resounding same answer," Not yet, but it won't be long now."
We would finally get there after what seemed like and eternity, even though we had slept most of the way, in between the squabbling that sisters and brothers do because they're bored out of their gourd.
Grandma, and Doc, and sometimes my Uncle John would come out to greet us, with gigantic grins on their faces. They seemed just as excited to see us as we were in seeing them. We seemed to fall out of the car, because we had car lag from being confined for far too long, but being kids we didn't feel the affects, long.
The first thing we wanted to do was see the goats, and we hoped for some new baby kids to pet. Doc always had a fun way to call them, and I swear he sounded just like one of them Baaaaaa! BAAAA! BAAAA!
It seemed we were starving by the time we got there, so we anxiously went into the house, which always had the scent of Grandma in every nook, and cranny. Not a sweet smell, or even a sour citrus smell, but a unique Grandma smell, that made us feel all warm inside, because if we could smell that fragrance we knew that we were loved.
Grandma's smell had to compete with the sensational smells of the roast beef cooking in the oven. It always had fresh carrots, potatoes, onions, garlic, right out of the garden depending on what time of the year it was. If we were lucky Uncle John gathered mushrooms in the woods that morning. It was a delight to our noses as the juices combined to entice us with their luscious fragrance that had been simmering most of the day. Then the tantalizing bread that had just been baked, fresh from the oven, a combination of nuts, different grains, anything Grandma could think of that would make her bread unique, and flavorful. It was always crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, generously sliced with gobs of goats butter, and possibly cheese, sweet honey, and even homemade strawberry, or blueberry jam if the mood hit us to explore our taste buds.
Of course, there was always ice cold goats milk and Doc always proposed the question, "Do you like goats milk?" and we gave the resounding answer. Yeeeeeeeeees! We were pretty good imitators, but Doc had taught us this from the first time we met. For dessert we weren't quite sure if we'd like it, because Grandma always experimented with the goats milk. She tried her hand at ice cream, and sometimes came up with some pretty strange concoctions. Sometimes we didn't even know what to say, because we didn't want to hurt her feelings, but yuk! Some of it was gross, and we couldn't even eat it without having an uncontrollable urge to up chuck. Sometimes though she'd come up with something good like peach ice cream, so we'd try it even though we knew that we might be making a mistake.
After we were totally stuffed, and wanting to roll out the door, because our stomachs seemed to moan "you fed me far too much!" My two brothers, sister, and I would go outside to have a little adventure of our own, while the grownups stayed in the house to visit.
Adventures on Grandma's farm were fun for us, because not living on a farm - we could roam freely without the confines of streets and concrete sidewalks. The dirt was either hot or cool depending whether we were under numerous trees in the woods or standing in a open field. We had to watch out for the stinky old billy goat, because we were warned that he liked to butt you. The rank putrid old goat had horns, too, so we
didn't' want to test his ornery moods by getting in his area of the pasture. We hoped some kind offence was between him and us protecting our tender backsides.
Doc sometimes came out with us, because he liked to tell us stories of the good ole days when he grew up and his adventures as a traveling salesman. We never tired of his stories, because he told a story so entertainingly that we felt we were there wherever there was. His stories were better than fairytales, because we knew they were real, and it made us closer every time he shared another little part of himself with us.
My favorite story he would tell us is about his family living in a small cabin in the woods at the bottom of Mt. St. Helens. The farmers, and town folk nicknamed old Mt. St. Helens 'Madcap,' because they never knew when she would blow. The mountain was festering up something, because every once in a while people would say they could hear her rumbling, and making all sorts of weird noises. Stories abounded how the volcano would erupt again someday. Doc told of this old man named Truman that swore he would never leave even if Old Madcap blew. Doc told us about his sister Anne that sat on the fence gate and yodeled to her audience of cows and a bull name King Alfred. Her ambition in life was to grow up and be a cowgirl, and ride in the rodeos. His parents gave Doc his nickname, because he nursed every sick animal back to health. He had that special combination of love and intuition that gave him the insight to know exactly what kind of herbs would cure the poor critters. One day a traveling salesman came by his family's cabin selling different concoctions promising to cure anything from the common cold to Scarlet Fever. The man had everything on his wagon that a person would every need. From that day Doc decided that that is what he wanted to be. He began dreaming from that day of the adventures that he would have traveling from town to town. He told us that it disappointed his parents, but his dreams came true. It sure made good stories to tell us - his grandchildren.
All aboard. It was time to go. I grabbed my bags and took Charlie (small dog) and put her under my arm and boarded the train. It was time to start my adventure. Doc would be proud. I knew that throughout the trip to Florida I would continue to visit memory lane where I would meet Grandma and the man we called Doc.
As I entered the train station in Albany, Oregon my eyes automatically focused on an older gentleman. If he wasn't a man, I would have sworn my grandmother had come back to take this life changing trip with me, but she was in Heaven. It did cause the memories of the long ago trips of my youth to see her and her husband who we all called Doc.
It would always be the same scenario. Dad would come home on Fridays after a long hard working day at his Saw Filing Shop, Where he sharpened big saws for the local lumber mills in Philomath, Oregon, and a few on the outskirts of the town.
His announcement was always "Hurry up, and get ready. We're going to see Grandma." Before we could go, we had to make sure the house was cleaned up. That kind of ruined the spontaneity of the trip, but it didn't ruin the excitement of going. We always made sure the house was spotless, because Mom would remind us that nothing was worse that coming home to a dirty house, and it was a nice to slip into clean crisp sheets after the long drive home. I could never figure how it always seemed like it took forever to get to a place, and just half the time to get home.
Off we went for the drive that seemed to always bring up the same question over and over again: "Are we there yet?" With the resounding same answer," Not yet, but it won't be long now."
We would finally get there after what seemed like and eternity, even though we had slept most of the way, in between the squabbling that sisters and brothers do because they're bored out of their gourd.
Grandma, and Doc, and sometimes my Uncle John would come out to greet us, with gigantic grins on their faces. They seemed just as excited to see us as we were in seeing them. We seemed to fall out of the car, because we had car lag from being confined for far too long, but being kids we didn't feel the affects, long.
The first thing we wanted to do was see the goats, and we hoped for some new baby kids to pet. Doc always had a fun way to call them, and I swear he sounded just like one of them Baaaaaa! BAAAA! BAAAA!
It seemed we were starving by the time we got there, so we anxiously went into the house, which always had the scent of Grandma in every nook, and cranny. Not a sweet smell, or even a sour citrus smell, but a unique Grandma smell, that made us feel all warm inside, because if we could smell that fragrance we knew that we were loved.
Grandma's smell had to compete with the sensational smells of the roast beef cooking in the oven. It always had fresh carrots, potatoes, onions, garlic, right out of the garden depending on what time of the year it was. If we were lucky Uncle John gathered mushrooms in the woods that morning. It was a delight to our noses as the juices combined to entice us with their luscious fragrance that had been simmering most of the day. Then the tantalizing bread that had just been baked, fresh from the oven, a combination of nuts, different grains, anything Grandma could think of that would make her bread unique, and flavorful. It was always crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, generously sliced with gobs of goats butter, and possibly cheese, sweet honey, and even homemade strawberry, or blueberry jam if the mood hit us to explore our taste buds.
Of course, there was always ice cold goats milk and Doc always proposed the question, "Do you like goats milk?" and we gave the resounding answer. Yeeeeeeeeees! We were pretty good imitators, but Doc had taught us this from the first time we met. For dessert we weren't quite sure if we'd like it, because Grandma always experimented with the goats milk. She tried her hand at ice cream, and sometimes came up with some pretty strange concoctions. Sometimes we didn't even know what to say, because we didn't want to hurt her feelings, but yuk! Some of it was gross, and we couldn't even eat it without having an uncontrollable urge to up chuck. Sometimes though she'd come up with something good like peach ice cream, so we'd try it even though we knew that we might be making a mistake.
After we were totally stuffed, and wanting to roll out the door, because our stomachs seemed to moan "you fed me far too much!" My two brothers, sister, and I would go outside to have a little adventure of our own, while the grownups stayed in the house to visit.
Adventures on Grandma's farm were fun for us, because not living on a farm - we could roam freely without the confines of streets and concrete sidewalks. The dirt was either hot or cool depending whether we were under numerous trees in the woods or standing in a open field. We had to watch out for the stinky old billy goat, because we were warned that he liked to butt you. The rank putrid old goat had horns, too, so we
didn't' want to test his ornery moods by getting in his area of the pasture. We hoped some kind offence was between him and us protecting our tender backsides.
Doc sometimes came out with us, because he liked to tell us stories of the good ole days when he grew up and his adventures as a traveling salesman. We never tired of his stories, because he told a story so entertainingly that we felt we were there wherever there was. His stories were better than fairytales, because we knew they were real, and it made us closer every time he shared another little part of himself with us.
My favorite story he would tell us is about his family living in a small cabin in the woods at the bottom of Mt. St. Helens. The farmers, and town folk nicknamed old Mt. St. Helens 'Madcap,' because they never knew when she would blow. The mountain was festering up something, because every once in a while people would say they could hear her rumbling, and making all sorts of weird noises. Stories abounded how the volcano would erupt again someday. Doc told of this old man named Truman that swore he would never leave even if Old Madcap blew. Doc told us about his sister Anne that sat on the fence gate and yodeled to her audience of cows and a bull name King Alfred. Her ambition in life was to grow up and be a cowgirl, and ride in the rodeos. His parents gave Doc his nickname, because he nursed every sick animal back to health. He had that special combination of love and intuition that gave him the insight to know exactly what kind of herbs would cure the poor critters. One day a traveling salesman came by his family's cabin selling different concoctions promising to cure anything from the common cold to Scarlet Fever. The man had everything on his wagon that a person would every need. From that day Doc decided that that is what he wanted to be. He began dreaming from that day of the adventures that he would have traveling from town to town. He told us that it disappointed his parents, but his dreams came true. It sure made good stories to tell us - his grandchildren.
All aboard. It was time to go. I grabbed my bags and took Charlie (small dog) and put her under my arm and boarded the train. It was time to start my adventure. Doc would be proud. I knew that throughout the trip to Florida I would continue to visit memory lane where I would meet Grandma and the man we called Doc.
Indecision/Decision
Written By: Margene Wiese-Baier @2000
It's confusing when you 're trying to make a decision that is going to change your life forever. When you finally make that decision, and stick with it is like having the feeling of complete triumph - that a weight- like a two-ton elephant has been lifted off your shoulders. The sticking with it is the hard part. Especially when you have friends, and family that don't want you to change.
When I decided to get a divorce, so much life got in the way it took years to finally go through with the process. Was it life or fear? Being afraid of losing my children. Wow what a revelation. I had forced that one back into the storage banks of my mind. You know the part where you put things you really don't what to deal with, because to deal with them would be far too painful. My kids were my life. Afraid that I would be making a huge mistake, because he really was a pretty good guy wasn't he?
Just because my self-esteem was non-existent and just, because I felt no one else would love and accept me the way I was - like he did.
He needed me. I was there to help him, save him. Save him from what? Being an alcoholic, from self-destructing? Combusting and going completely mad? Going through Milestones Alcohol Treatment Center with him was pure Hell for me. Having to listen to how bad he felt for all his other girlfriends in how he had treated them. What about me? Wasn't I the one who was his wife and the mother of his children? For God's sake! What about me? Thank God! He finally sought the help of the V.A. (Veterans) to help him get over the hurdle of being in Viet Nam. I did not want to even try to fathom the horror of being in a war that no one wanted to support, let alone come to terms with, and acknowledge that it really happened,
but like the alcohol treatment I stuck with him through all the pain of flashbacks, and nightmares. The sad whimpering like a sad puppy when he was having a nightmare. Waking him assuring him that it was only a bad dream and that no one was chasing him. I didn't want to hear what the dream was about, because I didn't want to relive his horror in my owndreams
What I found is no one can save you; you have to save yourself. Once I found that truth, the decision to get a divorce was easy. Besides I needed to save myself, and I wouldn't be able to do that in the confines of and unhealthy, unloving marriage
Inside ourselves, we have an image, and ideal of what a happy marriage should look like, and my marriage didn't even come close to my internal perception of what that would be.
The worst thing about being in a bad relationship is that you can't give your children a good example of what a good loving healthy relationship should look, and feel like.
I guess that is my biggest regret about not making the decision sooner is that I could have possibly gotten into a healthy relationship. It seemed every time I tried to get out of the marriage before; my children would talk me into staying. They would do this even though they were the ones that would tell me; divorce dad, because he's so mean to you. Wow! what the human heart does to contradict itself to stay in the familiar.
Love has always been important to me, and I always wondered why I couldn't love this man, but how easy it was to love the children we created together.
I yearned to be with my soul mate, and came to the tearful conclusion that this man wasn't him. Not only was I sad for myself at this revelation, but I was sad for him, because I knew he deserved to be with someone that loved, and cherished him, and I knew I could no longer try to be that person, and I knew I deserved the same for myself.
It's amazing how the minutes, hours, and oh yes the year's just pass in a blink of an eye. A speck of time in the scheme of things.
Here I was at my wedding not knowing if I was doing the thing. Even though I had a gut wrenching feeling that I should not be going though with it, but then I said to myself" If it happens it must be meant to be. " A decision not to make a decision is the worst decision of all, because the decision usually turns out to be the wrong one.
That feeling long ago while standing in front of the minister when God was telling me I shouldn't marry this man. Maybe He was really telling me that this is just a small part of your life, because if I wouldn't of gone through with the marriage I wouldn't have had two beautiful daughters, and a beautiful grandson that took twenty-one years to come into existence. What
could be more gratifying than bringing life to children that could possibly make all your wrong decisions right - just by being.
So why did God give us a brain anyway just to let life happen to us, or for us to make our lives the best we can.
Now I know it is our duty as human beings to use or intelligence God gave us to make good decisions.
If we really listen, He will even help us. It may be that gut wrenching feeling, a friendly word whispered in our ear, a gentle tug at a corner of our heart, or that nagging little thought that runs helter-skelter through the recesses of our minds.
Life is a learning experience. I hope I learned what I needed to learn and now I have a second chance.
Not a change to go back and change the past, but the chance to change the future into something that I can be proud of. Regrets are futile, and not worth my energy. I am ready to fulfill my destiny; I hope I will do something that will leave a loving imprint on all humanity. Or at least I know that from now on my decisions will be the right decisions, so I can continue my saga of life in dignity.
It's confusing when you 're trying to make a decision that is going to change your life forever. When you finally make that decision, and stick with it is like having the feeling of complete triumph - that a weight- like a two-ton elephant has been lifted off your shoulders. The sticking with it is the hard part. Especially when you have friends, and family that don't want you to change.
When I decided to get a divorce, so much life got in the way it took years to finally go through with the process. Was it life or fear? Being afraid of losing my children. Wow what a revelation. I had forced that one back into the storage banks of my mind. You know the part where you put things you really don't what to deal with, because to deal with them would be far too painful. My kids were my life. Afraid that I would be making a huge mistake, because he really was a pretty good guy wasn't he?
Just because my self-esteem was non-existent and just, because I felt no one else would love and accept me the way I was - like he did.
He needed me. I was there to help him, save him. Save him from what? Being an alcoholic, from self-destructing? Combusting and going completely mad? Going through Milestones Alcohol Treatment Center with him was pure Hell for me. Having to listen to how bad he felt for all his other girlfriends in how he had treated them. What about me? Wasn't I the one who was his wife and the mother of his children? For God's sake! What about me? Thank God! He finally sought the help of the V.A. (Veterans) to help him get over the hurdle of being in Viet Nam. I did not want to even try to fathom the horror of being in a war that no one wanted to support, let alone come to terms with, and acknowledge that it really happened,
but like the alcohol treatment I stuck with him through all the pain of flashbacks, and nightmares. The sad whimpering like a sad puppy when he was having a nightmare. Waking him assuring him that it was only a bad dream and that no one was chasing him. I didn't want to hear what the dream was about, because I didn't want to relive his horror in my owndreams
What I found is no one can save you; you have to save yourself. Once I found that truth, the decision to get a divorce was easy. Besides I needed to save myself, and I wouldn't be able to do that in the confines of and unhealthy, unloving marriage
Inside ourselves, we have an image, and ideal of what a happy marriage should look like, and my marriage didn't even come close to my internal perception of what that would be.
The worst thing about being in a bad relationship is that you can't give your children a good example of what a good loving healthy relationship should look, and feel like.
I guess that is my biggest regret about not making the decision sooner is that I could have possibly gotten into a healthy relationship. It seemed every time I tried to get out of the marriage before; my children would talk me into staying. They would do this even though they were the ones that would tell me; divorce dad, because he's so mean to you. Wow! what the human heart does to contradict itself to stay in the familiar.
Love has always been important to me, and I always wondered why I couldn't love this man, but how easy it was to love the children we created together.
I yearned to be with my soul mate, and came to the tearful conclusion that this man wasn't him. Not only was I sad for myself at this revelation, but I was sad for him, because I knew he deserved to be with someone that loved, and cherished him, and I knew I could no longer try to be that person, and I knew I deserved the same for myself.
It's amazing how the minutes, hours, and oh yes the year's just pass in a blink of an eye. A speck of time in the scheme of things.
Here I was at my wedding not knowing if I was doing the thing. Even though I had a gut wrenching feeling that I should not be going though with it, but then I said to myself" If it happens it must be meant to be. " A decision not to make a decision is the worst decision of all, because the decision usually turns out to be the wrong one.
That feeling long ago while standing in front of the minister when God was telling me I shouldn't marry this man. Maybe He was really telling me that this is just a small part of your life, because if I wouldn't of gone through with the marriage I wouldn't have had two beautiful daughters, and a beautiful grandson that took twenty-one years to come into existence. What
could be more gratifying than bringing life to children that could possibly make all your wrong decisions right - just by being.
So why did God give us a brain anyway just to let life happen to us, or for us to make our lives the best we can.
Now I know it is our duty as human beings to use or intelligence God gave us to make good decisions.
If we really listen, He will even help us. It may be that gut wrenching feeling, a friendly word whispered in our ear, a gentle tug at a corner of our heart, or that nagging little thought that runs helter-skelter through the recesses of our minds.
Life is a learning experience. I hope I learned what I needed to learn and now I have a second chance.
Not a change to go back and change the past, but the chance to change the future into something that I can be proud of. Regrets are futile, and not worth my energy. I am ready to fulfill my destiny; I hope I will do something that will leave a loving imprint on all humanity. Or at least I know that from now on my decisions will be the right decisions, so I can continue my saga of life in dignity.
Indecision/Decision
Written By: Margene Wiese-Baier
It's confusing when you 're trying to make a decision that is going to change your life forever. When you finally make that decision, and stick with it is like having the feeling of complete triumph - that a weight- like a two-ton elephant has been lifted off your shoulders. The sticking with it is the hard part. Especially when you have friends, and family that don't want you to change.
When I decided to get a divorce, so much life got in the way it took years to finally go through with the process. Was it life or fear? Being afraid of losing my children. Wow what a revelation. I had forced that one back into the storage banks of my mind. You know the part where you put things you really don't what to deal with, because to deal with them would be far too painful. My kids were my life. Afraid that I would be making a huge mistake, because he really was a pretty good guy wasn't he?
Just because my self-esteem was non-existent and just, because I felt no one else would love and accept me the way I was - like he did.
He needed me. I was there to help him, save him. Save him from what? Being an alcoholic, from self-destructing? Combusting and going completely mad? Going through Milestones Alcohol Treatment Center with him was pure Hell for me. Having to listen to how bad he felt for all his other girlfriends in how he had treated them. What about me? Wasn't I the one who was his wife and the mother of his children? For God's sake! What about me? Thank God! He finally sought the help of the V.A. (Veterans) to help him get over the hurdle of being in Viet Nam. I did not want to even try to fathom the horror of being in a war that no one wanted to support, let alone come to terms with, and acknowledge that it really happened,
but like the alcohol treatment I stuck with him through all the pain of flashbacks, and nightmares. The sad whimpering like a sad puppy when he was having a nightmare. Waking him assuring him that it was only a bad dream and that no one was chasing him. I didn't want to hear what the dream was about, because I didn't want to relive his horror in my owndreams
What I found is no one can save you; you have to save yourself. Once I found that truth, the decision to get a divorce was easy. Besides I needed to save myself, and I wouldn't be able to do that in the confines of and unhealthy, unloving marriage
Inside ourselves, we have an image, and ideal of what a happy marriage should look like, and my marriage didn't even come close to my internal perception of what that would be.
The worst thing about being in a bad relationship is that you can't give your children a good example of what a good loving healthy relationship should look, and feel like.
I guess that is my biggest regret about not making the decision sooner is that I could have possibly gotten into a healthy relationship. It seemed every time I tried to get out of the marriage before; my children would talk me into staying. They would do this even though they were the ones that would tell me; divorce dad, because he's so mean to you. Wow! what the human heart does to contradict itself to stay in the familiar.
Love has always been important to me, and I always wondered why I couldn't love this man, but how easy it was to love the children we created together.
I yearned to be with my soul mate, and came to the tearful conclusion that this man wasn't him. Not only was I sad for myself at this revelation, but I was sad for him, because I knew he deserved to be with someone that loved, and cherished him, and I knew I could no longer try to be that person, and I knew I deserved the same for myself.
It's amazing how the minutes, hours, and oh yes the year's just pass in a blink of an eye. A speck of time in the scheme of things.
Here I was at my wedding not knowing if I was doing the thing. Even though I had a gut wrenching feeling that I should not be going though with it, but then I said to myself" If it happens it must be meant to be. " A decision not to make a decision is the worst decision of all, because the decision usually turns out to be the wrong one.
That feeling long ago while standing in front of the minister when God was telling me I shouldn't marry this man. Maybe He was really telling me that this is just a small part of your life, because if I wouldn't of gone through with the marriage I wouldn't have had two beautiful daughters, and a beautiful grandson that took twenty-one years to come into existence. What
could be more gratifying than bringing life to children that could possibly make all your wrong decisions right - just by being.
So why did God give us a brain anyway just to let life happen to us, or for us to make our lives the best we can.
Now I know it is our duty as human beings to use or intelligence God gave us to make good decisions.
If we really listen, He will even help us. It may be that gut wrenching feeling, a friendly word whispered in our ear, a gentle tug at a corner of our heart, or that nagging little thought that runs helter-skelter through the recesses of our minds.
Life is a learning experience. I hope I learned what I needed to learn and now I have a second chance.
Not a change to go back and change the past, but the chance to change the future into something that I can be proud of. Regrets are futile, and not worth my energy. I am ready to fulfill my destiny; I hope I will do something that will leave a loving imprint on all humanity. Or at least I know that from now on my decisions will be the right decisions, so I can continue my saga of life in dignity.
Written By: Margene Wiese-Baier
It's confusing when you 're trying to make a decision that is going to change your life forever. When you finally make that decision, and stick with it is like having the feeling of complete triumph - that a weight- like a two-ton elephant has been lifted off your shoulders. The sticking with it is the hard part. Especially when you have friends, and family that don't want you to change.
When I decided to get a divorce, so much life got in the way it took years to finally go through with the process. Was it life or fear? Being afraid of losing my children. Wow what a revelation. I had forced that one back into the storage banks of my mind. You know the part where you put things you really don't what to deal with, because to deal with them would be far too painful. My kids were my life. Afraid that I would be making a huge mistake, because he really was a pretty good guy wasn't he?
Just because my self-esteem was non-existent and just, because I felt no one else would love and accept me the way I was - like he did.
He needed me. I was there to help him, save him. Save him from what? Being an alcoholic, from self-destructing? Combusting and going completely mad? Going through Milestones Alcohol Treatment Center with him was pure Hell for me. Having to listen to how bad he felt for all his other girlfriends in how he had treated them. What about me? Wasn't I the one who was his wife and the mother of his children? For God's sake! What about me? Thank God! He finally sought the help of the V.A. (Veterans) to help him get over the hurdle of being in Viet Nam. I did not want to even try to fathom the horror of being in a war that no one wanted to support, let alone come to terms with, and acknowledge that it really happened,
but like the alcohol treatment I stuck with him through all the pain of flashbacks, and nightmares. The sad whimpering like a sad puppy when he was having a nightmare. Waking him assuring him that it was only a bad dream and that no one was chasing him. I didn't want to hear what the dream was about, because I didn't want to relive his horror in my owndreams
What I found is no one can save you; you have to save yourself. Once I found that truth, the decision to get a divorce was easy. Besides I needed to save myself, and I wouldn't be able to do that in the confines of and unhealthy, unloving marriage
Inside ourselves, we have an image, and ideal of what a happy marriage should look like, and my marriage didn't even come close to my internal perception of what that would be.
The worst thing about being in a bad relationship is that you can't give your children a good example of what a good loving healthy relationship should look, and feel like.
I guess that is my biggest regret about not making the decision sooner is that I could have possibly gotten into a healthy relationship. It seemed every time I tried to get out of the marriage before; my children would talk me into staying. They would do this even though they were the ones that would tell me; divorce dad, because he's so mean to you. Wow! what the human heart does to contradict itself to stay in the familiar.
Love has always been important to me, and I always wondered why I couldn't love this man, but how easy it was to love the children we created together.
I yearned to be with my soul mate, and came to the tearful conclusion that this man wasn't him. Not only was I sad for myself at this revelation, but I was sad for him, because I knew he deserved to be with someone that loved, and cherished him, and I knew I could no longer try to be that person, and I knew I deserved the same for myself.
It's amazing how the minutes, hours, and oh yes the year's just pass in a blink of an eye. A speck of time in the scheme of things.
Here I was at my wedding not knowing if I was doing the thing. Even though I had a gut wrenching feeling that I should not be going though with it, but then I said to myself" If it happens it must be meant to be. " A decision not to make a decision is the worst decision of all, because the decision usually turns out to be the wrong one.
That feeling long ago while standing in front of the minister when God was telling me I shouldn't marry this man. Maybe He was really telling me that this is just a small part of your life, because if I wouldn't of gone through with the marriage I wouldn't have had two beautiful daughters, and a beautiful grandson that took twenty-one years to come into existence. What
could be more gratifying than bringing life to children that could possibly make all your wrong decisions right - just by being.
So why did God give us a brain anyway just to let life happen to us, or for us to make our lives the best we can.
Now I know it is our duty as human beings to use or intelligence God gave us to make good decisions.
If we really listen, He will even help us. It may be that gut wrenching feeling, a friendly word whispered in our ear, a gentle tug at a corner of our heart, or that nagging little thought that runs helter-skelter through the recesses of our minds.
Life is a learning experience. I hope I learned what I needed to learn and now I have a second chance.
Not a change to go back and change the past, but the chance to change the future into something that I can be proud of. Regrets are futile, and not worth my energy. I am ready to fulfill my destiny; I hope I will do something that will leave a loving imprint on all humanity. Or at least I know that from now on my decisions will be the right decisions, so I can continue my saga of life in dignity.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
America Land of the Beautiful and Free?
America Land of the Beautiful and Free?
Freedom in America: Fact or Fiction! Margene-Wiese-Baier
From the foundation of America's existence people from every nation of the world have made 'it' their home, because of the belief. That in America every individual would have Religious freedom and every opportunity to become successful
Lay a hand on America - Wrong! That's what Americans once thought before the tragedy that took place September 11, 2001. America's enemies have been filtering in for years and as a good neighbor America has unintentionally let it happen. It is time to get a handle on the situation and do something about the influx of the enemy. Joining forces with other nations against terrorism could be the key to bring America back to where it should be. Getting back on their knees before God was the best course of action taken. The enemy is not a majority of people from a different culture, but a minority of misguided individuals. As Americans, it is essential that fact be recognized; therefore, innocent people are not persecuted for the wrongs of the guilty. Authors will write about this tragic event for many years to come because it shook the nation.
Since the tragic event that "brought the World Trade Center down," America has had to buckle down and get serious in an unserious society. People who thought only of themselves are now looking at the needs of their fellow man. Getting God back in the scenario was the first step in healing this great nation. America -please - do not take a step backwards and kick 'Him' out again. In the great speech I Have a Dream Martin Luther King, Jr. said, "With this faith we will be able to work together; to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up together, knowing that we will be free one day. This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning - "My country 'tis of thee; sweet land of liberty; of thee I sing; land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride; from every mountain side, let freedom ring". People need to remember what America's forefathers had in mind when they said, "all men are created equal". This great nation was not created for a select few, but for every color and race. Working together, citizens can make the United States an even better place to call home, where freedom can be embraced. It can be a place where threats from terrorists will not be tolerated, but dealt with immediately, so America will never have to endure another 9-11 event.
A string of event's happened before that shook America's faith, (Y2K, Pearl Harbor Attack, Oklahoma City Bombing), but nothing made the people tremble in fear, as the events that occurred that day. The lasting impression of September 11th forever changed life, as Americans knew it and America would never be viewed in the same way. Out of desperation America sought the God of the Christian faith to help heal the nation. Even though God did not cause the September 11th tragedy, He allowed it to happen - because of man's free will. Christian's around the World kept saying, "What the Evil One meant for evil - God - will turn it around for - good." All Americans will remember 9-11, as the pivotal point in the 21st Century (and know there would be 'no turning back to the way it use to be). Authors will continue to write about this tragic event for centuries to come because of how it shook this great nation.
The land of the free and the beautiful has been tarnished forever. Although, this may be true this great nation has never been more unified, making it the best place on this planet to live. 'Let Freedom Ring'.
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Freedom in America: Fact or Fiction! Margene-Wiese-Baier
From the foundation of America's existence people from every nation of the world have made 'it' their home, because of the belief. That in America every individual would have Religious freedom and every opportunity to become successful
Lay a hand on America - Wrong! That's what Americans once thought before the tragedy that took place September 11, 2001. America's enemies have been filtering in for years and as a good neighbor America has unintentionally let it happen. It is time to get a handle on the situation and do something about the influx of the enemy. Joining forces with other nations against terrorism could be the key to bring America back to where it should be. Getting back on their knees before God was the best course of action taken. The enemy is not a majority of people from a different culture, but a minority of misguided individuals. As Americans, it is essential that fact be recognized; therefore, innocent people are not persecuted for the wrongs of the guilty. Authors will write about this tragic event for many years to come because it shook the nation.
Since the tragic event that "brought the World Trade Center down," America has had to buckle down and get serious in an unserious society. People who thought only of themselves are now looking at the needs of their fellow man. Getting God back in the scenario was the first step in healing this great nation. America -please - do not take a step backwards and kick 'Him' out again. In the great speech I Have a Dream Martin Luther King, Jr. said, "With this faith we will be able to work together; to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up together, knowing that we will be free one day. This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning - "My country 'tis of thee; sweet land of liberty; of thee I sing; land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride; from every mountain side, let freedom ring". People need to remember what America's forefathers had in mind when they said, "all men are created equal". This great nation was not created for a select few, but for every color and race. Working together, citizens can make the United States an even better place to call home, where freedom can be embraced. It can be a place where threats from terrorists will not be tolerated, but dealt with immediately, so America will never have to endure another 9-11 event.
A string of event's happened before that shook America's faith, (Y2K, Pearl Harbor Attack, Oklahoma City Bombing), but nothing made the people tremble in fear, as the events that occurred that day. The lasting impression of September 11th forever changed life, as Americans knew it and America would never be viewed in the same way. Out of desperation America sought the God of the Christian faith to help heal the nation. Even though God did not cause the September 11th tragedy, He allowed it to happen - because of man's free will. Christian's around the World kept saying, "What the Evil One meant for evil - God - will turn it around for - good." All Americans will remember 9-11, as the pivotal point in the 21st Century (and know there would be 'no turning back to the way it use to be). Authors will continue to write about this tragic event for centuries to come because of how it shook this great nation.
The land of the free and the beautiful has been tarnished forever. Although, this may be true this great nation has never been more unified, making it the best place on this planet to live. 'Let Freedom Ring'.
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I Must Be About My Fathers Business
I must be about my Father's Business - This is what I live by. I wanted to share with family and friends one of my accomplishments. This came right in time to lift my Spirit. When I feel a little down God has a way of sending me someone or something to get me back on track. Someone, told me the other day that my attitude changed. I am glad because I was pitiful. I thank all the people that have been keeping me lifted up in prayer it means a lot to me. I feel truly loved. I want the best for my fellow man, and want them to know the truth about the man Jesus, because without Him I would not be here. Love, and Blessings, and of course lots of Hugs. Margene
PS I am tired of just thinking about What about me, but I do really want to be about His business and that means caring and loving other people. There are so many out there lost and hopeless and it is time for us to reach out a hand to them and help them get back up. If that just means a simple smile, or what ever God shows us to do. So be it. I am ready and willing to get down to business. I am open to what He has destined me to do before the foundations of the World. Jeremiah 29:11 Jo are ya listenen!
I Must be about My Fathers Business
Across the street or Across the sea
I must Go
I must show
My Father's Heart
Where shall I start
Across the street or Across the sea
Which one shall It be
I am but the vessel that He must fill Let Let me overflow me and let me spill
Across the street or Across the sea
Poem written by: Margene Wiese-Baier
PS I am tired of just thinking about What about me, but I do really want to be about His business and that means caring and loving other people. There are so many out there lost and hopeless and it is time for us to reach out a hand to them and help them get back up. If that just means a simple smile, or what ever God shows us to do. So be it. I am ready and willing to get down to business. I am open to what He has destined me to do before the foundations of the World. Jeremiah 29:11 Jo are ya listenen!
I Must be about My Fathers Business
Across the street or Across the sea
I must Go
I must show
My Father's Heart
Where shall I start
Across the street or Across the sea
Which one shall It be
I am but the vessel that He must fill Let Let me overflow me and let me spill
Across the street or Across the sea
Poem written by: Margene Wiese-Baier
Benevolence ............Honduras
Benevolence…………………………………..Honduras
Men Women Children
Crying - Shattered Hearts
Childhood to Horrible to Remember
Curses Broken
Love Unspoken
The Fathers Heart
A Place to Start
Love Rekindled
Hope Un-spindled
A Boy's Prison A Children’s Park
Each Very Dark
Let Me be the Spark that Ignites the fire
that starts the Heart to Love Again
Poem, written by; Margene Wlese-Bnler 10/6/03
Men Women Children
Crying - Shattered Hearts
Childhood to Horrible to Remember
Curses Broken
Love Unspoken
The Fathers Heart
A Place to Start
Love Rekindled
Hope Un-spindled
A Boy's Prison A Children’s Park
Each Very Dark
Let Me be the Spark that Ignites the fire
that starts the Heart to Love Again
Poem, written by; Margene Wlese-Bnler 10/6/03
DON'T WAIT TILL TOMORROW - DO IT TODAY
Poem by:
Margene Wiese-Baier
DON'T WAIT TILL TOMORROW
DO IT TODAY
IF YOU HAVENT SAID YES TO JESUS
DON'T DO IT TOMORROW DO IT TODAY
IF YOU HAVENT ASKED FOR FORGIVENESS
DON'T IT TOMORROW DO IT TODAY
IF YOU HAVENT SAID - I LOVE YOU
DONT DO IT TOMORROW DO IT TODAY
TOMORROW MAY NOT COME SO
DONT WAIT TILL TOMORROW DO IT TODAY
Margene Wiese-Baier
DON'T WAIT TILL TOMORROW
DO IT TODAY
IF YOU HAVENT SAID YES TO JESUS
DON'T DO IT TOMORROW DO IT TODAY
IF YOU HAVENT ASKED FOR FORGIVENESS
DON'T IT TOMORROW DO IT TODAY
IF YOU HAVENT SAID - I LOVE YOU
DONT DO IT TOMORROW DO IT TODAY
TOMORROW MAY NOT COME SO
DONT WAIT TILL TOMORROW DO IT TODAY
Monday, November 16, 2009
Marriage
Written by Margene Wiese-Baier copywrited 2006
I look in a floor length mirror that holds tomorrow.
I’m about to get married – not a young giddy bride, but years older and wiser.
Putting my past behind to start a new adventure.
My white lace veil covers my eyes, but I can see.
My shoulders are caressed with fine silk and my skin enjoys the touch of its gentleness.
I see the strength and wisdom that brought me to this place in my life.
I coo to myself as if in a trance ready for flight in readiness to soar to new heights like an eagle.
I am that eagle ready to meet my mate.
Ready to start our life together.
Ready to build a nest softened with the down of our feathers.
Branch by branch we will intertwine our foundation together.
We will talk of love to each other through our beaks.
A love song will engage our every movement.
We will enjoy our oneness and want to be together for all eternity.
We will soar together in perfect harmony.
We will see nothing but beauty surrounding us.
The mountains capped with the purity of snow.
The frosted trees after a refreshing rain holding tightly to their leaves to protect all that they hold beneath them.
The earth covered with pine needles and soft sod that with hold the footprints of all who walk there.
The lakes below of crystal blue ecstasy with tongues of water lapping at their beaches.
The buffalo that thunders across the plains thankful to be forgotten by the hunters of yesteryear.
The coyote plays with her kits and waits patiently for the return of her mate. Brother Elk watching his herem bathing in a nearby lake.
We land to refresh ourselves in the coolness of a mountain stream and I look in and see my reflection and see the promises of tomorrow.
Hunger All Around
Margene Wiese-Baier
Tragic but true it is nothing new. Hunger is all around.
People do not need to be in a War to feel their stomachs roar.
People do not need to be homeless to feel the pangs-of pain
that hunger bring's. It could be a neighbor that a person needs to feed.
For hunger is all around us.
Unfortunate but true, so what can this one person do.
Tragic but true it is nothing new. Hunger is all around.
People do not need to be in a War to feel their stomachs roar.
People do not need to be homeless to feel the pangs-of pain
that hunger bring's. It could be a neighbor that a person needs to feed.
For hunger is all around us.
Unfortunate but true, so what can this one person do.
Forgiveness. Broken Bones Heal Faster than Hurtful Words
Do you remember when you were a kid that you could get mad at your best friend or brother or sister and the next day it was all forgotten and you played together like nothing happened. My mom and dad would not have to say or interfere, because they knew this would happen. Even when I became a parent to my two wonderful daughters and had to discipline them for one reason or another they would rush up to me afterward' s and give me a big hug and say I love you mommy, and tell me I am sorry for not listening to you. I see my relationships with others now that I am a grown woman that I need to nurture those relationships just like I did when I was a child, and forgive others when they hurt me. My mom use to say " Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words may never hurt you'. Wrong, thankfullly it was just a saying, because words hurt worse then a broken bone. Recently, I fell and was hurt, but am being healed daily, but the words that some people have said to me have cut me like a knife. By the grace of God I can and will forgive those people. Maybe, they don't even know that they hurt me. I want to be like that child of long ago and forgive and go on like nothing happened. I will do my part - now it is up to them to do their part. Is it not, because I am the bigger person No! It is because I have the One in me that has forgiven me for all the things I have done that hurts Him.
Forgiveness is a precious gift our Father gave us, but is something we can give freely to each other if we just open our hearts.
I hope this touches something in your Heart and a healing begins for those that feel hurt by others. Remember, it isn't them it is the enemy working through them that wants to Kill, Steal and Destroy. The Devourer. I am glad that we have someone bigger in our lives that has come to Heal the Broken Hearted. and His name is Jesus. Hugs, Margene
Forgiveness is a precious gift our Father gave us, but is something we can give freely to each other if we just open our hearts.
I hope this touches something in your Heart and a healing begins for those that feel hurt by others. Remember, it isn't them it is the enemy working through them that wants to Kill, Steal and Destroy. The Devourer. I am glad that we have someone bigger in our lives that has come to Heal the Broken Hearted. and His name is Jesus. Hugs, Margene
Dance With Me Lover of My Soul/ Time to Come Forward
I am talking to those that have felt that tugging at their heartstrings to go forward and worship, but have been hindered in some way. Oh I am shy, I am quiet. I don’t know how to dance. That just isn’t me. Well no it isn’t you it is something inside of you that wants to press in and get everything that He has for you. To look up and to get into His presence and to exalt Him. I want everyone to feel the excitement that I am feeling. Can you imagine if everyone went forward in one accord what would happen? What could happen? Wowser, Wowser, Wowser! What joy it would bring to our King. To have everyone unite in one body and give Him all the glory. Why is it we do not have any trouble going forward when the Pastor does a Altar call for something we need or want from our Father, but it is so hard to get out of our seats to go Worship Him. It saddens my heart to think that we are so self-centered. We are not just part of one church, but God is sending us out to other places. We are to bring the light, we are to bring the Worship. When we go into another Church people should notice that there is something different about us. We don’t go forward to worship to say look at me, I am special, but to get into His presence. To bring Him all the Glory, and if we can help bring others into His presence how cool is that. Father let me be the one to let your light shine through me a beacon that radiates your love. To give a hug, and let my arms be your arms around that person. To give a smile that radiates your love through my lips. To lay hands on them in healing knowing it isn’t me that is doing the healing, but you working through my vessel. For I am only an instrument to be used by You.
Dance with me oh Lover of my soul. That song just keeps resignating in my mind and heart. All He asks is that you come dance with Him. I remember when I first started going to Suncoast Worship Center. I said to God this is so weird. He told me to shut my eyes and He would show me how to worship Him. Stop looking at everyone else, and how they are worshiping. The next thing I knew I was up front dancing. At that time there were several people dancing up front. This was the old Sanctuary. A lot of Glory Holes in that place and it felt like an Open Heaven. Such Freedom. I pray that for the building that we are in now. The chains of bondage broken off. We sing the song Freedom, but do we really have it. Are we really living it? Or are we squelching the things He has for us by not obeying Him when He asks us to go forward. Maybe, some of us need a little help and encouragement from our fellow members. So we have two left feet. God is not looking at our feet, but our heart. When we sing it may sound to us like a person that is tone deaf, but God see’s the person’s heart and it is truly beautiful to Him. It is anointed and may bring someone to Worship Him also. We use the scenario about being at a Football game and yelling for our team, why can’t we make a joyful noise for Our Father, but I never heard the one about going to the Night clubs and dancing in the world why not dance for Jesus - until Bonnie said it in the Communion with God class. Wowser, what a revelation!
I was at Deep Creek Worship Center, and God had Judy down on the floor, and He confirmed everything I am saying here. Maybe, in our younger years we went out dancing in the World. Dance and Singing are just some of the things that are really gifts given to be used in the Church.
I am just so excited to see what God is doing in many of our lives. Especially, when it is happening in my own life. There are a lot of things that are still in process of course, but what a process. What a joy to be living in a time such as this. Wow, so Awesome. I get anxious sometimes, because God’s timing is not my timing, but He has never failed me. The answers are not always the answers I am expecting. His ways are always better than my ways.
I can’t wait to see what He does next.
Dance with me oh Lover of my soul. That song just keeps resignating in my mind and heart. All He asks is that you come dance with Him. I remember when I first started going to Suncoast Worship Center. I said to God this is so weird. He told me to shut my eyes and He would show me how to worship Him. Stop looking at everyone else, and how they are worshiping. The next thing I knew I was up front dancing. At that time there were several people dancing up front. This was the old Sanctuary. A lot of Glory Holes in that place and it felt like an Open Heaven. Such Freedom. I pray that for the building that we are in now. The chains of bondage broken off. We sing the song Freedom, but do we really have it. Are we really living it? Or are we squelching the things He has for us by not obeying Him when He asks us to go forward. Maybe, some of us need a little help and encouragement from our fellow members. So we have two left feet. God is not looking at our feet, but our heart. When we sing it may sound to us like a person that is tone deaf, but God see’s the person’s heart and it is truly beautiful to Him. It is anointed and may bring someone to Worship Him also. We use the scenario about being at a Football game and yelling for our team, why can’t we make a joyful noise for Our Father, but I never heard the one about going to the Night clubs and dancing in the world why not dance for Jesus - until Bonnie said it in the Communion with God class. Wowser, what a revelation!
I was at Deep Creek Worship Center, and God had Judy down on the floor, and He confirmed everything I am saying here. Maybe, in our younger years we went out dancing in the World. Dance and Singing are just some of the things that are really gifts given to be used in the Church.
I am just so excited to see what God is doing in many of our lives. Especially, when it is happening in my own life. There are a lot of things that are still in process of course, but what a process. What a joy to be living in a time such as this. Wow, so Awesome. I get anxious sometimes, because God’s timing is not my timing, but He has never failed me. The answers are not always the answers I am expecting. His ways are always better than my ways.
I can’t wait to see what He does next.
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