God, The Super Hero

God, The Super Hero.

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God, The Super Hero

This is an addendum to my post from last week, “Ding Dong, The Demon Fled”.

So in typical Susan fashion, I over think the whole demon extrication incident.  Which, to be fair to myself, this is a little outside the bounds of what occurs in the typical day of anyone, so I can’t beat myself up too badly about how I went running to God in a tizzy…

Me:  God, are you kidding me???  Okay, I am super thankful that you pulled that demon out of my step daughter, but still it makes me scared.

God:  Of what?

Me:  Well, I’m thinking if I keep going around blabbing about and writing about and bragging about You, then the devil is going to start torturing people I love.  I think he was warning me.   God, I saw him, he made me see him, because he wants me to shut my big mouth up about you.  I don’t care if he smacks me around, but….

God:  Hush a minute.  I already know what you were about to say.  Listen to me.  That was NOT a demon you saw Wed. night!!!

Me:  Oh, wow!  So a demon didn’t come out of her… Now I feel like such a fool…

God:  Hush.  A demon did come out.  But it had been in there long before you were blabbing about me, and it had nothing to do with you.  Everything isn’t all your fault.   I want you to stop thinking that way.

Me:  So are you telling me that blue, swishy, vapory thing that I saw when my husband fell back and the pastor fell on the floor was a figment of my vivid imagination.

God:  Get your Bible and open it for me.

I open the bible and read out loud.  “The person who has My commands and keeps them is the one who [really] loves me; and whoever [really] loves me will be loved by My Father, and I [too] will love him and will show (reveal, manifest) Myself to him.  [I will let Myself be clearly seen by him and make Myself real to him.]  John 14:21 (Amplified Version)

Me:  That Blue Thing was You?

In my mind at the moment, I envisioned a cartoon Superman coming and going and I am seeing that swish of power that both precedes and proceeds his presence.

God didn’t have to say another word, but He did.

God:  That was deity that you saw.  Do you really think that the first time that I would let you see into the spirit realm, that it would be evil that I would allow you to see?  I knew that would freak you out too much.  But you may see it someday; but where you see the manifestation of evil, you call on Me, and I will show up.  And you will know that I am there because now you know what “It” looks like!

Oh, yes I do!!!   It looks like the Power behind a Super Hero.  And God had me open my Bible again, “And I will set My face against them; they shall go out from one fire and another fire shall devour them, and you shall know (understand and realize) that I am the Lord, when I set My face against them.”  Ezekiel 15:7 (Amplified Version).

I don’t know about you, but I intend to live in this world brave and courageous, because I can!!!  Because I can walk through the evil parts of the world and I can encounter evil people, demons even, because I am walking with, and holding hands with my Father, His Son, and a Super Hero, I mean the Holy Spirit…

“I shall fear no evil”!

Live boldly and unafraid.  May God’s blessings rain on you with abundance!!

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I Was (slightly) Blind, But Now I See…

I Was (slightly) Blind, But Now I See….

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I Was (slightly) Blind, But Now I See…

I have continued to be astounded by God as the week has unfolded.

My husband’s supervisor’s newborn grand daughter went to heaven on August 17th.  What a hard thing to deal with for those who are left behind.  My husband decided he was going to attend the funeral to show support for his supervisor.  My husband is a compassionate man, I know this for sure when we watch sad movies; he cries quicker than I do.  Still, I was surprised when he announced that he was going to this baby’s funeral.  He didn’t know the mother or father, he didn’t know any of the circumstances surrounding the baby’s death.  He went because he knew his supervisor was deeply grieving and he felt he should be there to console him.  There are many people who work where my husband works, but when he arrived, only one other person from his work site, besides him, had come to the funeral home.

My husband wanted me to go with him, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.  I don’t know any of the people involved, but I knew I would grieve for weeks if I came into the presence of so much sadness.  I know this because it happened to me recently.

On June 29th, a 28 year old mother of 3, who lives in Clarksville, also went to Heaven.  It just so happened that I worked with her mother 10 years earlier.  Her daughter was the same age as my son and step daughter.  Her daughter was also pregnant at the same time as my daughter .  We became “grandmas” just months apart from one another.  Her daughter was her only child.

God told me to go to the funeral home to offer support for my co worker, (who I thought when we worked together, never seemed to like me), from long ago.  I didn’t want to go.  The last funeral I had been to was for my previous husband.  I just didn’t think my soul could bear it, going to a funeral home, number one, and coming face to face with someone who had just lost their only child.  It turns out that her daughter and my daughter had been in the hospital at the same time.  My daughter had been hospitalized with a kidney and blood infection at the same hospital, at the same time, that this young woman came in to the emergency room.  This very well could have been my daughter that died.

And so with a potted, pink hydrangea in tow, I obeyed God.  I hugged my co worker and prayed for everyone in the room and slipped out as fast as I could.

I ended up crying for weeks afterward and God woke me up often in the night to pray for her and her family.  I imagine it must have been at night when the grief was the most raw for them, and that is why God woke me to intercede on their behalf.  For whatever reason, God assigned me to care about this situation in a very profound way.

So, right or wrong, I told my husband that this funeral would have to be his “assignment” alone.  I was really proud of him that he went.  But when he came home I was even more impressed at how the situation had deeply moved him.  He said it was the saddest thing ever.  He cried all the way home.  It made me cry when I saw the baby’s picture on the memorial he showed me.

My husband had homework to do, but wasn’t in the right frame of mind, so he suggested that we go for a ride instead.  I grabbed a book, the one pictured above, to read while we rode.  I got this book for 50 cents at a thrift store last month when I went home to Wisconsin for a family reunion.

I had on my Walmart sun glasses when I cracked open the book today for the first time while we were riding.  The book is a collection of true stories about miraculous “coincidences”.  The first one was quite a zinger, so I read it aloud to my husband who was also awed by the circumstances.

And as we were oohing and ahhing over how the ladies lost engagement ring was found years later while fishing, (it was in the belly of a big trout her son caught), it suddenly dawned on me…

I was reading without my reading glasses.  Effortlessly.  My sunglasses were not prescription.  I took them off and continued to read.  The words still were not blurry!  I pulled my reading glasses from my purse and put them on and looked down at the print.  I lifted them up and then down and then up again.  It was the same either way.  What in the world?  I had been at the mercy of reading glasses for 4 years, at least.  I remembered earlier in the week, when I tried to read the cooking times on a brownie mix box, and I had to find my reading glasses because I couldn’t be positive what it said, 24, 29?

I look up to see if I could read street signs and license plates.  Holy cow!!!  I start reading them off from the cars in both lanes in front of me.  My husband looks over at me, confused, and asks, “why are you doing that?”

“God has corrected my vision!”   He looked on as I read more out of the book without my reading glasses and then alternately looked up to read more plate numbers without my “driving” glasses.  He just shook his head and teared up.

Small Miracle???

My husband attended the funeral today of one of God’s small Miracles.  But Eva Annalise was only small in stature.  Her life was a very big deal, even if it lasted just moments.  The grief that her family was suffering for a life that only breathed on the Earth for a short time was a big deal.  My husband crying all the way home in honor of this little girl’s life was a big deal too.

I don’t believe any of God’s Miracles are small…

Be blessed today, all of you.  And if you do nothing else today, just dwell on being grateful for every one of the Miracles that surround you.

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Ding Dong The Demon Fled

Ding Dong The Demon Fled.

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Ding Dong The Demon Fled

Just a little disclaimer before I get to the “meat” of my post today.  There are some of you who will read this today, particularly those who know me, who are going to really have a field day of mocking my little “God hobby”.  I am thinking I will be able to audibly hear eyeballs rolling all the way to my home as I go on with my day after I conclude writing this.

The thing is, I really don’t want to write this at all.  Earlier this week, I suddenly found myself in a puddle of self pity because my feelings were hurt.  I may have took it out of context, but I felt with every fiber of my being, that my faith and love of God were being mocked.

Like I said, I may have read something into this situation that wasn’t there, but the devil is great at creating scenarios for this to occur.  I thought my “spiritual skin” was thicker than that, but alas, I crumbled like a “cry baby” in the face of this perceived taunting, and I have stayed paralyzed all week.  Not physically paralyzed, I did not take to a wheelchair, of course.  But my joy froze, my peace got chilled, sleep was elusive and every attempt at writing was whiny and served no purpose of edifying anyone.

There was no love in the ink, and I knew it .

In my last post, I talked about my step daughter recommitting herself to the Lord.  Yesterday, I picked her up to take her to court as she had one of those fires from her “previous” life that needed to be extinguished.  I dropped her and God off at the door, and told her to call me when They were done.

Sure enough, God brought His big hose up into that courtroom, flooded the atmosphere, and EVERYTHING was dropped!  The only thing the judge required was for her to bring in proof of insurance for him to see within a month.

She was amazed.  All of the other cases before hers, many for less offenses, had been punished with fines, and most of the defendants were ordered to, at the very least, attend driving school.

She was beaming about the Mercy that was shown on her behalf.

And then she reveals to me that since Sunday she had kinda slipped up and she felt bad and she couldn’t understand why she had allowed herself to “fall” so quickly after rededicating herself to God.  I thought it was odd, too.  Her repentance “looked” and felt genuine as I held her hand at the alter.  I know the realties of backsliding, but something just smelled funny to me about her being compelled to do the wrong thing and acting on it, such a short time after her renewal.

Before my husband had left for work yesterday he said that he wanted me to pray about the possibility of his daughter and granddaughter moving in with us for awhile.  Without even glancing in God’s direction, I say, “I do not think that I am up for that”.  Which was met with a lob into my court, “we’ve done it for your kids”!

Game, match, set, point, etc. etc.

Of course, I have to say yes to this.  I tell God I am sorry for being so selfish, and I had planned to call my husband and say the same thing to him.  First, I begin to pray for the “strength” and a positive attitude for this new assignment of having my step daughter and grand daughter move in with us.  God cuts me off mid sentence;  he tells me that He doesn’t want me fretting about this anymore and that He had it taken care of.

Cool!!

We pick her up to take her to church with us last night.  As we are waiting for worship to begin, she blurts out the “question”,”can me and Kiley move in with you guys?”

I was struck mute, so was my husband.  There was an uncomfortable silence, and then out of my mouth the words, “I think we should believe God for your self sufficiency, as plan A and maybe we won’t even need the plan B of you needing to move in with us.  It is never fun to move back in your parents”, I tell her.

Our associate Paster gives a stirring sermon and it seems he is about to close, when he declares that there is someone in the room who needs to run to the alter.  My step daughter nearly trips over me and my husband as she believes that she is that “someone”.

Paster Dave says if there is anyone else that needs prayer, etc to come on up.  My husband goes to stand behind his daughter for moral support and others start trickling up filling the front of the alter.  All at once the paster calls for the ushers while exclaiming, “the power of God is upon me strong”, (which is church code for the ushers to get up there with the quickness because when he starts to pray, people just might start falling on the floor from the force of it).

I’m thinking, this is about to get real intense up in here tonight.

If ever my thoughts were understated, this would be the grand daddy of understated thoughts on an impending situation.

And so the Paster starts at one end of the alter with his hands outstretched shouting a variety of proclamations in “the name of Jesus”!  People are crying, falling on the floor, the whole nine!!

He gets to my step daughter and I didn’t hear what he prayed over her because there was such a commotion.  But suddenly I’m freezing and tingling and I see what I am guessing was a demon come up out of her.  My husband is jolted backwards by the force of it and the paster is slammed to the floor as it hits him (he told us this later) in the arm.

“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world, and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms”.  Ephesians 6:12

I am here to tell you, this satan business is no joke.  Just an hour and a half earlier a demon looked through the precious soul of my step daughter at me and used her voice to  ask me if “it” could move in with us.

Hmmm…

On the way home, newly filled with the light of God, my step daughter says, “I feel like myself again.  My eye has twitched for years, (her face was crushed by a set of bleachers when she was a child and she has endured countless plastic surgeries, the doctors, however, had never been able to fix the constant twitch), and it has completely stopped”.  This was a big deal to her.

I am awed by this whole encounter, to say the least.  The title of this post, “Ding, Dong, The Demon Fled”, is meant to be both cautionary and empowering.  The title does not say that the demon is dead, because it’s not.  But by the Power of God, he was forced to flee!  That is why we are in ever need of the “full armor of God” to protect us from these dark forces.

The devil is not a fable or a myth.  He is as alive as God the Father, the Son and The Holy Spirit.  No matter how close you are walking with God, no matter how intimately you are acquainted with Him, you are not immune to the devil and his minions deceptive voices pleading for you to “let them move in”.

Please keep your ears open to God, your eyes on Him at all times.  Never let your guard down, never think you can shed your “armor” for even a moment.

But be confident at all times, Never be afraid!!  God wins!  Demons must flee in His name.  But be ever mindful, when they have been forced to flee from someone, they go somewhere else.

Walk in love, seal yourself up tight in Faith…

This is what God showed me in the Bible to end my post with,  “But arise and stand upon your feet; for I have appeared to you for this purpose, that I might appoint you to serve as [My] minister and to bear witness both to what you have seen of Me and to that in which I will appear to you…To open their eyes that they may turn from darkness to light and from the power of satan to God, so that they may thus receive forgiveness and release from their sins and a place and portion among those who are consecrated and purified by faith in Me” (Acts 26:16, 18).

I know, I know…I’m sensing the head shakes and eye rolls and the “who does she think she is’es”.  Like I said, I didn’t want to write this.  I didn’t really want to write about “God stuff”, anymore.  But think what you may.  Yes, I’m probably “crazy”, probably will always be in the eyes of some of you.  But all of this happened, I encourage you to verify it.  You should, if you doubt.

The devil is no joke.

But I intend to fight him like a warrior.  I will be God’s cheerleader, but I will also be his Kung Fu Fighter.

And Kung Fu Fighters can’t be “cry babies”.

Be blessed and be careful.

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God, The Fireman…

God, The Fireman….

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