Why BB4TheLord2

Why BB4TheLord2: My first blog, bb4thelord.blogspot.com was began a couple years after I became a young widow. After ten years on that journey of widowhood, I took a break from blogging. Now the time has come to begin again. Writing is a gift God has given me and I must get back into using the gifts God has given me.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Waiting

There are times in life when you feel like the door is locked and you just have to sit on the steps and wait. It maybe that God hasn't unlocked an opportunity you are hoping for. It might be you expected a family member to be healed and it hasn't happened yet. It might be that a friend won't let you in when you know God sent you to share truth.

At times like these, it can be difficult to sit and wait. We want to bang on the door and scream and yell. We think we have the right to demand to be let in. Or we want to just walk away in a huff and give up. To get angry and bitter. To rant and rave and ridicule and speak evil.

But God calls us to sit and wait. He has a plan that cannot be rushed. He is getting ready every detail. He is lining things up as they need to be. He is teaching a lesson that will only be learned in this manner. He is tearing down a wall brick by brick. He is warming the soil of a soul so it will sprout seeds when you plant truth. He is allowing a friend to see Proverbs 17:17 in action and thus they will grant you a sneak peeking into their heart.

Now don't get me wrong, sometimes you will cry as you sit and wait. It can be disappointing to have to wait for what you thought God was going to do right away. It can be down right scary not knowing what is going to happen next. It can flat hurt when someone shuts you out. Let the tears fall. Don't you yourself build walls.

But don't let your waiting be in vain. Pray while you wait. Examine your ❤. Focus on Christ and Who He is.  Sing and worship the Lord.  Be still and listen for the Holy Spirit to speak to you. Bask in the love of the Father and trust that He is working all things together for good. 

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Jehovah-jireh

Sunday morning our Sunday School lesson was on when God provided a ram for Abraham to sacrifice. Isaac and him were on Mt. Moriah and that ram took the place of Isaac on the altar. Abraham renamed the mountain Jehovah-jireh which means the Lord will see to it or the Lord will provide. Sunday night the Lord did just that for me personally.
Unknown to me, my church family took up a love offering for me. When it was given to me, I was so overwhelmed, in a good way!

Three weeks ago the Lord allowed that storm to happen. He kept all the trees from hitting our home, He brought help to us, and now He has provided the finances to cover the electrician's bill! See when our powerline was hit, it pulled all the wires on our pole and made a real mess. All that had to be fixed before we could have our power company hook us back up.

And the love offering was even more than that. To me, it is an earnest check from God. A promise from God that He will provide in the years to come that I have been concerned about.
Yes, God WILL provide! He will see to it.
I stand with Abraham, though on a different mountain and call it also Jehovah-jireh.



Sunday, August 6, 2017

Overwhelmed

Tears streamed down my face, and my heart was overwhelmed because once again my very personal Savior did something only He could do. I can not even begin to describe it in words. It is so sacred right now. So overwhelming in an
amazingly good way.

Just always remember Jesus sees, He knows & He cares! Every detail of your ❤, every need you never speak of, every burden you carry. He gets it.

Friday, August 4, 2017

Personal Invitation

Psalm 65:4
Blessed is the man whom Thou choosest, and causest to approach unto Thee, that he may dwell in thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, even of Thy holy temple.

Choosen! The God of the whole universe chooses me, causes me to be able to come before His throne, wants me to live in His courts!
I am personally invited every moment of the day and night to come to Him. Wow!

And yet so often I linger in the distance. Distracted, doubting, and dirty...forgetting He will clean me up, He is the Desolver of doubts, and that He is waiting for me.

He is waiting for me......
I must go


Thursday, July 27, 2017

The Journey

One week after the last post, our area was hit by a nasty squall of a storm.
Our huge pine tree broke apart and 2/3 of the tree fell on the main power lines running along side our road. Another tree by the cemetery also blew down. In our driveway, another large branch fell on our own power line. Two trees uprooted down in the shooting range, two trees fell across the field drive, three trees came down in the south woods, and another tree fell across my trail to the creek. Countless tree branches lay around the place. I wandered around that Thursday morning in a daze and felt very overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed by all the damage,
overwhelmed by the mercy of God,
and by Saturday night I was
overwhelmed by God's goodness, and
overwhelmed by His reminder that He sees, He knows, and He cares.

For 18 years I have prayed for the trees to never fall on our house during a storm. God honored those prayers. My brother came quickly to help with a chainsaw and generator. Even though the power was out until Thursday afternoon, we had electricity to the refrigerator and could run some lights and a/c units. My brother-in-law came out Thursday and help cut up some of the wood. My brother and nephew came again Thursday and Saturday to help cut up trees. Saturday some men stopped by and offered to help cut up the huge section of pine tree laying ragged on the ground. Four boys on bikes also stopped to assist them. They made quick work of something that would have taken us hours. And Jim's cousin had vacation time and came up to help for a couple days. The boys work with him and accomplished more in two days then just us could have done in a week.

In all this outpouring of support, many emotions have swirled around our family:

The pine tree was very colossal! If we went on a hike a mile from home, we could still see the top of it. It was a marker for home. The remaining third of it is like a half blown-up spaceship pointing to the sky.

We discovered that Saturday three huge cracks in the Climbing Tree. Those cracks were a testimony to me of God's protection. That part of the tree should have fallen on the house. But they were also a sign to take action. So my brother has been working on cutting down the most dangerous limbs. Eventually, the whole thing will have to come down. This tree is close to our house and has been a favorite for my boys to play in since they could walk. It has had many forts built in it through the years, as well as a tire swing Jim hung, and a climbing rope to swing on as well. Many memories have been made in that tree. Seeing it be cut down little by little has been sad.

The shooting range is like a trap just waiting to spring. One tree fell into another into another. Limbs and branches are intertwined with several other trees. The shooting range my husband worked tirelessly on and that we have tried to maintain is a disheartening mess! It will remain as it is until the Lord gives me wisdom and peace on what to do.

The trees across the field drive were sawed up and moved out of the way so two dozen loads of brush could be hauled out of the front yard. The tree across my trail was also cut and removed, so I can at least get to one of my favorite places to think and pray. And cry....

This "not my will" stuff is hard, very hard. I am trying to not complain, to be thankful, to keep a good attitude, but it isn't easy. My inner brat wants to have a pity party, to stomp my feet, to demand God make everything easy and all sunshine and rainbows.

Monday night I found myself visiting the same hotel I released my balloons at. Talk about a whirlwind two months it has been!! I had to just get alone with God for a few moments. To once again release my life into God's hands. Yes, this "not my will" stuff is so hard. But really, I am trusting myself to the One who bled and died for me. To the One who loves me more than I can ever imagine, more than I will ever understand. He promised He'd make all things work together for good to those that love God and that He would make everything beautiful in His time. Even the messes of trees at our place and the swirling emotions in me and my boys, these too He will turn into something good and beautiful.

So I reread the poem, "Late at Night" and I focus on my Lord's words to me:

Feel Me cupping your chin,
Lifting your head,
Wiping away the tears,
Making you look straight at ME.
Lock your eyes with Mine.

Stray not!
One step at a time,
one breath at a time,
one prayer at a time,
one moment at a time.

Choose to trust,
no matter what your heart fears,
or your mind doubts,
Trust Me, child, this is best.
I love you, more than you can ever imagine,
More than you will ever understand.





Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Thy Will

I love to release a balloon into the air. It is just therapeutic for me. I like to watch it be released and float away free. I enjoy staying and watching till it disappears out of sight.

I was given several balloons on my birthday by a good friend and I took them to my retreat with me. They nicely decorated the room, but I also had another plan. Some of them needed to be released.

On the first day of my retreat, I took a solitary balloon. In my mind, I attached a label: My Will.

I released it into the wild wind. It whirled around chaotically and rose into the sky. I watched it for a long time. Thinking about how I was going to attempt to practice the same surrender to God.

On my last day of my retreat, I took three balloon that were tied together and released them as well. These ones symbolized my three children. They sailed up and away differently for the three were tied together, like I hope my sons will always be in life.

It has been over a month since then and, my oh my! What a month!

I returned from my retreat ill. It took me lots of sleep and several days to recuperate. Then a financial issue occurred. After that craziness, home owner issues. Throw in one son starting driver's ed,  another one in softball, and cousins visiting. Sometimes the days felt like a whirlwind and the nights were much too short. More recent, I was in the ER waiting room for my brother. Then just two days later, I brought in my own son with a broken arm. A teenager I have mentored for the past five years, will soon be moving two states away. And another one looks like she'll be moving out of town also. None of this was my will.

In all of this I can see, though, God's will being so wise and needed. I didn't enjoy being sick, but the Lord showed me somethings while I was "made to lie down". I didn't like my brother being in the ER, but it has been brought us closer. And though watching my son have his arm manipulated back in place was difficult, surgery was avoided. And his skateboard crash could have been so much worse. In all this, the Lord surrounded me with support and needed prayers from friends and family.

Some days were so hard to look up to God and say, "Ok, not my will, but Thy will." Instead I would say, "This is hard, this hurts, this is miserable, this is so against everything within me." Then once again, I had to release my will. I must fall backwards on God's love without knowing the outcome. His love has been such a constant in my life. A strong cord in the midst of a hurricane of emotions. I know He loves me and His will is always best for me and those I love.

Monday, June 12, 2017

Hearing His Voice

This is taken from a poem I wrote last month called "Late at Night"
I had had fear pounce on me and was trying to figure out why.
As I poured my heart out in words on a page, the Lord spoke to my heart.
Here is that section of the poem:

My heart hears His voice:

Cast your care upon Me
Put them in My backpack
My shoulders are broad enough
To carry all your cares

Tie My love around you,
Like a rescue rope in a stormy sea
I will lift you up out of the raging
Fear, doubt, anxiousness

Rest in Me, let Me blanket you
With My lovingkindness.
Let Me hold you and sing songs
over you to calm your soul.

Rest in My arms,
Rest in My Word,
Don't just believe on Me,
Believe Me

I have plans, grand ones,
Trust Me, my child,
Stand on the water beside Me,
Let Me hold your hand like you did your sons'
So many years ago.
You may wobble and tumble
But I will catch you
I may lift you straight up
Or gently set you gingerly on the ground.

Feel Me cupping your chin,
Lifting your head,
Wiping away the tears,
Making you look straight at ME.
Lock your eyes with Mine.

Stray not!
One step at a time,
one breath at a time,
one prayer at a time,
one moment at a time.

Choose to trust,
no matter what your heart fears,
or your mind doubts,
Trust Me, child, this is best.
I love you, more than you can ever imagine,
More than you will ever understand.

Don't run ahead of Me.
You will fall. Just patiently walk beside Me.
Let Me lead, and guide.
Let Me protect

Allow Me to whisper secrets in your ear.
To reveal yet another sliver
Of Who I Am
To give you yet another name for Myself

-CLS