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My computer/tablet has been having major issues. The other day it wouldn’t let me open any of my word programs and today it appears to be speaking in tongues. THisbm is whadt it lyoyoks like when I tp]e yon the kebmyoadrad.

Even though my keyboard is speaking its own language, I attempted to use it anyway. After each sentence I had to go back and delete the extra letters that had been inserted into each word. The process was frustrating. It didn’t take long for me to realize that using my keyboard was stealing both my peace and my time. It was time to disconnect the keyboard. Thankfully, I can still type on the touch screen.

A couple of months ago I wrote a post about a vision God had given me about the restoration of heart’s desires. Shortly afterwards, the Lord told me that I was to work on a couple of books I had started writing quite a few years ago. One of them is about the lies that kept me in abuse and the truths that set me free.

Writing about my past can be similar to this morning’s experience with my malfunctioning keyboard. In just a few sentences a slew of memories can quickly surface, causing me frustration and stealing my peace. There were times when I was writing a few of the stories in my first two books that I was crying so hard from painful memories that I could barely see what I was typing.

Whenever painful memories used to surface I would either ignore them, agonize over them, or try to analyze them. Now, when hurtful memories kick up, instead of looking in, I look up. It’s not about introspection as much as it is about gaining a new perspective.

When I take the pain of my past to the Lord, He reveals His presence and gives me purpose. He exposes the lies I believed, helps me to forgive, and writes His truth on the tablet of my heart. As the Holy Spirit reveals the plans of the enemy and the bondages and wounds of those who hurt me, the movie script in my mind of is rewritten, and I see Jesus in every scene. Sometimes He is shielding me. Sometimes He is holding me. Sometimes He is crying. Sometimes He is fiercely protecting me. Sometimes He is speaking truth to me—even when I am not listening. At all times, Jesus is loving me and revealing His heart to me.

Rewriting my life movie writes my purpose. When I See Jesus in every scene of my past, I can clearly see Him in every scene in my future. My story becomes His story as He takes the good, the bad, and the ugly and uses it all for His glory and to bring freedom to others. I might need to process some things and even shed some tears when Jesus shows up in my past memories, but the new outlook He gives me always turn my tears of sorrow into incredible joy.

When you and I give God our pasts, He inserts His presence, His truth, and His promises to bless our futures. Have you given God your movie?

May you be abundantly blessed!

Jeannie

11 You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
12 that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.
Lord my God, I will praise you forever. Psalm 30:11-12(NIV)

 

Prayers Are Powerful!

Prayers are Powerful!

Thank you for praying for my daughter! She was able to do more today then she has been able to do for a while. Please continue to keep her in your prayers.

Over the past 35 years, I have seen the Lord move powerfully through prayer. One time was when I was giving birth to my youngest daughter. The cord was double wrapped around her neck, and I hemorrhaged during delivery. The doctor and nurse were amazing during the whole thing! They were also astounded at the peace that filled the delivery room. The Lord’s presence was so heavy it felt like an invisible cloud. The doctor, who was not a believer, said, “Thank you for letting me deliver your baby! Even with the complications, this birth was the most peaceful birth I have experienced. This is how it should be. Thank you!”

The shot the doctor gave me stopped the bleeding, but I shivered for the next few hours because of the blood loss. I could feel God’s blanket of peace envelope me until the following morning.

When I returned home, my neighbor Cathy, and a couple of other friends who attended my Bible study, came over to see the new baby. Cathy told me that the day before, she had felt an urgency to pray for me and that she had called the other women to pray. One of them had felt the same urgency that Cathy had felt and was already praying when Cathy called her.

Come to find out, they were all praying for me at the exact time when I was delivering my daughter. What an awesome God we serve!

James 5:16 tells us that the prayers of a righteous man avails much. May you and I never underestimate the power of prayer!

May you be abundantly blessed!

Jeannie

Masterpiece

Last night I went to bed praying for the hopeless and hurting. When I woke up this morning I remembered a beautiful work of art I had seen many years ago. Since it was a mosaic, I had to stand at a distance to see the picture come together. I was amazed at the masterpiece the artist had created from tiny shards of glass and broken pieces of tile.

As I pictured the mosaic, I thought about how God restores broken lives. The story of Ruth came to mind. Ruth was a woman in the Bible who suffered great loss. After the death of her husband, Ruth looked at the broken pieces of her life and made a difficult decision. Instead of returning to her own people and her old ways, she committed herself to her mother-in-law Naomi and vowed to trust in the One True God:

“But Ruth said: Entreat me not to leave you, Or to turn back from following after you; For wherever you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, And your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, And there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, If anything but death parts you and me” Ruth 1: 16-17 (NKJV).

When Ruth handed God the broken pieces of her life in the midst of her sorrow, she could not have even begun to fathom the incredible work of art the master artist would create from them. Trusting God with the pieces, created an astounding picture of restoration. The poor, childless widow became a wealthy wife and a mother. The one who had little, received much more than she could have thought or imagined.

As Ruth’s life was coming to a close, she probably marveled at the part of the mosaic she had been able to see. But she could have never imagined the final touches the artist had yet to make. After she breathed her last, the One True God would continue to glue pieces on her mosaic. The final picture would show her descendants, one of them being her great-grandson David. Ruth’s broken pieces would become a piece in the lineage of Jesus, the Savior of the World.

Today, if your life and heart have been shattered, I would encourage you to give the Lord your broken pieces as you pray this prayer with me. But first, you might want to reach down as if you are gathering the pieces. Then holding them in your hands, lift up your hands and open them, releasing your pieces to the Lord.

Precious Lord, thank you for always being there for me. I don’t understand why my life has been shattered, but I choose to trust you. You can see what I cannot see, and you can do what I could never do. I raise my hands in both surrender and victory, knowing that the pieces I am giving you will become part of a beautiful mosaic. You are the master artist. Come and make a masterpiece out of the broken pieces of my life. I love you Lord! In  Jesus name…Amen.

Always know God loves you and adores you!

Jeannie

All the More

My heart and prayers go out to the survivors of the Las Vegas shootings and to all of the families who have lost loved ones. I can not even begin to fathom the depth of their pain and suffering. Today, as hundreds of people are planning funerals or keeping watch at hospital bedsides, I’m trying to wrap my head around it all. But I will never be able to understand the heart and mind of someone who takes innocent lives.

In the midst of abounding evil, I have to trust in God’s abounding grace. Evil robs, but grace is freely given. Romans 5:20 tells us “that where sin abounded, grace abounded much more.”

No one can take back the sin that abounded when Steven Paddock took the lives of scores of people and wounded hundreds of others. But everyone can take hold of God’s redeeming grace.

Grace saves us, but it also sustains us and empowers us.

God’s grace flows out of His heart of perfect love. God’s love shines light into the darkness and brings hope and healing in the midst of pain and suffering. God’s love binds up the brokenhearted and comforts those who mourn. God’s love strengthens the weary and surrounds them with His presence. God’s love stirs hearts to pray, to give, and to walk beside the hopeless and the hurting.

Last night, the choices of one man allowed evil to abound. But I am confident, that because of God’s perfect love, His grace will abound all the more!

May you and I continue to pray for all who have been effected by this terrible tragedy!

God bless,

Jeannie

Moreover the law entered that the offense might abound. But where sin abounded, grace abounded much more, so that as sin reigned in death, even so grace might reign through righteousness to eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord” Romans 5:20 (NKJV).

Praying for My Daughter

Please pray for my daughter!

In March, when the Lord told me I would be in Virginia in June, I had no idea that my son-in-law would be deployed in June and that my daughter’s medical conditions would worsen.

For over a decade my daughter has been battling a few auto immune illnesses. In April she started vomiting so much she lost ten pounds. I appreciate the military, but their medical often leaves a lot to be desired. Each time she went to the emergency room she was given IVs and nausea medication and was sent home. It took months for her to get blood work done. Now she is waiting for her appointments with more specialists. Her appointment with the endocrinologist that was scheduled in June is coming up next month.

In July she started feeling a little better, but getting out of the house for a doctor’s appointment or going to the store is always exhausting for her. Needless to say, she is pretty much home bound.

About a week ago, my daughter began having severe stomach and back pain. She also started throwing up again. We thought it might be appendicitis. Ends up she has internal shingles. This is the third time she has had shingles since December.

I have had many health issues, but I have also experienced many miraculous healings. I mention a few of them in my books. If God could heal me of seizures, mini strokes, emphysema, a lower back injury, a congenital heart murmur, debilitating migraines and a host of other ailments, I know that He can heal my daughter.

Sometimes it’s not a matter of faith as much as it is a matter of trust. When we don’t know the answers, we have to remember that the Lord is our answer. He is our peace. He is our hope. He is our healer. He is our strength. He is our everything!

Isaiah 43:2 doesn’t say if you walk through the fire. It says when. God never promises the absence of flames, He promises us His presence in the midst of the flames. As He shields us with His all-encompassing love, we are ignited with passion for Him and for what matters to Him. The blaze that should have destroyed us sets our hearts ablaze for Him.

I have to admit, it’s hard to watch my daughter suffer, but I have comfort in knowing that the All Knowing One is watching over her. When the Lord woke me up in March and told me, “Virginia June,” He was letting me know ahead of time that He’s got it all under control. He is the God of the wind, the waves, and the flames. In the midst of the fire we might feel heat, but we shall not be burned!

May you be abundantly blessed!

Jeannie

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze” Isaiah 43:2 (NIV).

 

My Father’s Eyes

Instead of writing a blog post today, the Lord told me to share one of the stories from my first book. He told me that someone needed it today. I love God’s heart! He is soooo good!

My Father’s Eyes

Once when I was praying for a battered woman to have a revelation of God’s love, I saw a picture of small drab squares of material in her head. As I continued to pray for her, the Lord told me that the pieces of material were quilt squares that represented bits of head knowledge that needed to be transformed through revelation and sewed in her heart. Although, at the time, I had some understanding of what God was showing me, the message really hit home one afternoon when I was babysitting my good friend’s daughter.

The little darling was a strong-willed, wide-eyed, brunette who was at the height of her terrible twos. Needless to say she was a bit of a challenge. After one particular trying morning of continuous temper tantrums, she fell asleep in my arms. Not only had she exhausted herself, but me as well. I remember thinking, as I held the toddler, “Thank God she is asleep!” About that time her father arrived.

After coming in the house and taking a few steps into the room, He threw his hands up in the air and sighed. Then he came over to the couch where I was holding his child. I watched in stunned silence as he knelt and reached over and touched his daughter’s face. With an expression of awe and adoration he whispered, “Isn’t she beautiful?! Isn’t she just beautiful?!”

“Beautiful? I thought to myself. “What is he talking about? She’s a little terror!” I watched his fingers gently caress his daughter’s cheek. Then I raised my eyes and studied his face. His tender expression of adoration both confused and captivated me. I felt a stirring in the depths of my soul. Then I saw a glimpse of his heart for his daughter. When I looked back down at his daughter’s face, I saw her through her daddy’s eyes. She was absolutely beautiful! I was still trying to take it all in, when my Father God tenderly spoke to my spirit, “That’s how I see you.”

In that instant a significant part of my childhood was re-written. Images of the disappointment on my father’s face and the frustration in his words to me were shattered. I was no longer the little girl who couldn’t “do enough” or “be good enough.” I was now “the adored one,” God’s beautiful child. It was as if God went into my head and found the little drab piece of cloth that I had stored away—the one labeled “Loving Father,” pierced it with the needle of truth and transformed it into a piece of the finest silk. Then He moved it from my head and gently sewed it to a quilt of love that was being pieced together in my heart. “Head knowledge” had become “heart knowledge,” and my Father God had become Daddy the afternoon I saw both a little child and myself through my “Father’s Eyes.”

I grew up believing that God was distant and disconnected. Although I was aware He saved me from my sins, I really didn’t believe that He knew me or even liked me— much less adored me. It took many years and many revelations, like the one I just shared, for Him to convince me otherwise. But His loving persistence paid off, and I can now honestly say that I am not only known, but loved and adored by my Heavenly Daddy!

♥Heart Encounter ♥

  • How about you? Do you believe that God adores you and sees you as beautiful? Why or why not?
  • It wasn’t just the words my friend spoke to his daughter that touched my heart. It was also his expression. He looked at her as if she were a work of art. She was, and so are you! Do you believe you are God’s masterpiece?
  • Although my father loved his family, since he was rather controlling and critical, I saw God as being the same. I didn’t understand my value because I didn’t “feel” I could ever “measure up” to my earthly father’s nor my Heavenly Father’s expectations. What was or is your father like? How do you view your Heavenly Father?
  • I often talk to people about the father wound. But this past year I have met many people with mother wounds. I’m beginning to realize both wounds, not only affect the way we view ourselves and God, but they also affect our relationships. Have your relationships been affected by father or mother wounds? If so, how?
  • In Romans 8:15, Paul uses the term “Abba Father” to describe our relationship with God. The Strong’s Concordance tells us that Abba is also used as the term of tender endearment by a beloved child. It describes an affectionate, dependent relationship with the child’s father, daddy or papa. In the story, I mentioned that Father God became Daddy. To me the word father denotes authority or relational position, but Daddy speaks of passion. Do you believe that God is passionate about you? In your heart has He become your Abba Daddy?

As I mentioned earlier, it took years and many revelations for me to understand God’s heart for me. Without his being aware, my earthy father ended up participating in some of those revelatory moments. A few years ago I had the privilege of sharing with my father, not just my childhood pain, but the revelation and restoration God has brought me. Now that God has brought more healing to both of us, praise God, I have an earthly Daddy as well as a Heavenly Daddy.

Let’s Pray:

Daddy God, thank you for the beautiful quilt you are sewing in my heart. Continue to renew my mind with the Word and with your words of healing, as you bring me revelation and change my “head knowledge” to “heart knowledge.” Show me how my relationships with my earthly father and mother have affected my relationship with you and others. Thank you for loving me. I know you are passionate about me. I want to be passionate about you! I love you, Lord! In Jesus’ Name…..Amen!

 

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He’s Got You Covered

For many years, I attended a church that supported a number of missionaries. When the missionaries would come to the states on furlough, they would often share testimonies on Sunday mornings. Many of their testimonies mentioned God’s supernatural provision and protection. I always felt privileged and honored to hear the hearts of the missionaries; however, the testimony of one particular woman has stayed with me until this day.

She was a single woman who pastored a church in a very hostile area in Asia. She shared about an altercation where some men were threatening to kill one of her adopted Asian sons. When a knife was pressed against the young man’s chest, the mother bear in her took over and she jumped in harm’s way. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a man getting ready to smash a brick into her head.

I don’t remember whether she looked up or closed her eyes, but as she prepared to die, she felt feathers brush across her shoulder and face, and she heard loud thuds. When she looked down, the men were all lying flat on the ground. When they came to, they ran away.

For many years I had tremendous fear issues. I even had night terrors. The Lord had to give me some powerful revelations to set me free from torment. One revelation was when I woke up and saw an angel at the foot of my bed. I heard in my spirit, “He will cover you with His feathers.” The next morning, I wrote down Psalms 91 in its entirety and taped it on my wall.

I have personally seen God intervene many times. During some of my darkest seasons, people who had no clue what was happening in my life would come up to me or call me to tell me that they had been led to pray for me at a particular time or on a particular day. The timing was always when I had either been in danger or when I had cried out to God in the midst of desperate situations.

I don’t know what you’re going through today. But God does. The Lord loves you. He is always there for you. He will never leave you, nor forsake you. Draw close to Him and give Him your cares and worries. For He is already moving in your behalf, stirring hearts to pray for you, and dispatching His angels to cover you with His feathers.

You can place your trust Him-He’s got you covered!

May you be abundantly blessed!

Jeannie