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Secret Sin

18 Monday May 2015

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Secret Sins“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” 1 John 1:9

This scripture should well up in every believer, a spring of gratitude towards our merciful Heavenly Father.  Yet, if examined with a bright light, deep into the private chambers of your soul, would there be an area of unrepentant sin; reluctant to vacate?

Habitually, we bow our heads confessing those pesky sins, hoping against all hope that God, indeed, will forgive.  Secretly though, some have no genuine desire to turn away or let go of those things which feed their carnal heart.  Perhaps things like hate, bitterness, envy, addictions to food, sex, drugs or even electronics have such a hold on your life that there is no time for the Most High God.  An unapologetic person will do anything to avoid God’s purging them of something wretchedly destructive to their flesh.  God calls this person “unrepentant” because they are unwilling to forsake that which drives a wedge between Him and them.

Entreat our Heavenly Father, believers, to reveal hidden and unrepentant sin even to the deepest recesses of your soul.  Cry out as one ripping one’s own garment in shame; acknowledging those sins and begging forgiveness and His cleansing from all unrighteousness.  The Holy Spirit will be activated to put to death that which destroys and separates us from our Creator.  With contrition, beloved, He is faithful and just to forgive our sins.

Are YOU a Pickle or Are YOU a Cucumber?

12 Tuesday May 2015

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Are YOU a pickle or are YOU a cucumber?

Are YOU a pickle or are YOU a cucumber?

I used to spend a lot of time with my grandmother who was, in many ways my primary teacher on gardening, canning vegetables and making jellies and preserves.  The last few years of her life, I dug into her treasure chest for domestic golden nuggets.  Since then, I’ve enjoyed years of having my own garden, while utilizing the things she taught me.  My grandmother even shared tips concerning her infamous sweet pickles recipe.

I’ve thought a lot about those sweet pickles over the last couple of days. As I remember, it seemed my granddaddy could not enjoy a single meal without one. It was not unusual to see him shovel a fork full of purple hull peas a long side a single slice of sweet pickle with every single bite.  One year, I decided I wanted to make sweet pickles of my own.  Surely, since my Papa enjoyed them so much, my husband would too.

My grandmother carefully demonstrated her step by step method of pickling cucumbers to me one week.  You might be surprised that as a young adult – I’m not quite certain I even knew that a pickle was once a cucumber.  I just thought, well, a pickle is a pickle.  You see – I’d never seen it’s state before pickling. (At least I didn’t recognize it as such). She was careful to take small and delicate cucumbers – not like the ones we purchase at the stores today but those that had been cultivated by a careful gardener.  Only a careful gardener understands that cucumbers will not be fit to eat if left too long on the vine.  She explained that, to do so, guaranteed big seeds and a tough, tasteless vegetable.

I was surprised at the extent she went through to process those sweet pickles.  It took several days of soaking delicate cucumbers in a hot, boiling brine mixture of vinegar and sugar water.  Each day she carefully tended them by adding a little vinegar, a little more sugar and then a precise mixture of pickling spices.  Being a woman in my twenties at the time, the whole process seemed like a whole lot of trouble but I remember trying to focus on the image of my granddaddy enjoying every bite.  Oddly, it occurred to me that our salvation is a lot like the pickling process.  God is like the careful gardener, picking us at just the right time.  Many people say, “I’m a pickle” but have never been plunged into the hot boiling brine mixture.  They may argue saying something like, “Yes, when I was plunged in that hot liquid, I fully absorbed its salty and sweet attributes.”  Maybe you were “dipped” but you came out, well, still just a plain ole cucumber.  I hope not.

I recall John the Baptist saying, “I baptize with water but there will be one after me (Jesus, the Lamb of God) that will baptize with the Holy Spirit.”  We must ask ourselves then, have we each been “baptized” by the Holy Spirit?  Many will say, “I know I’m saved because I’ve been baptized (by water).”  Some will say, “I know I’m saved because a long time ago, I prayed a scripted “salvation prayer.”  These responses always make me cringe. Do we really think Almighty God, our Holy, Wonderful, All-knowing God, can be mocked or fooled into saving us without a spiritual and physical transformation?

The reality is, if we are a child of God we are (and have been) buried with Christ through baptism into death (our brine) in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we TOO may live a new life (i.e. become a pickle).  You see, baptism is simply put, a term used to describe a process of moving from one positional state to another.  This morning as I was studying, I came across a Greek poet by the name of Nicander.  In 200 B.C, he wrote down a pickling recipe and described the Greek word for baptize as being two different words with two different meanings.  I think of words like “right” and “write.”  These are homonyms; they sound the same but have different meanings all together. Nicander explained in his pickling recipe that in order to make a pickle, the vegetable should first be “dipped/bapto” into boiling water and then “baptized/baptizo” in the vinegar solution. The first action is temporary.  The second, however, that act of baptizing the vegetable, produces a permanent change – a new man (or veggie 🙂 ).  When used in the New Testament, this word “Baptizo” more often refers to our union and identification with Christ than to our water baptism.  Mark 16:16 says, “He that believes/trusts and is “baptized” (changed into a pickle), shall be saved.”  I added the “pickle part” for effect. 🙂

Don’t you see, if you claim to be a Christian because you have been dipped into water but have not been changed through and through; broken over your sin, repentant while producing new and good fruit that is eternal – then you have not been saved, beloved.  You are still, just a cucumber.  If, however, you have been “baptized” (infiltrated by the Holy Spirit, through and through), thereby able to produce good fruit that lasts eternally, then you can have assurance of your salvation.  Sadly, for many – saying a prayer has given them a false sense of security.  Being baptized into water has also given them a false sense of security.  Have you been immersed (and are you BEING immersed continuously) into the true baptism of Christ?  Are you dying to the passions and lusts of this world that lead to destruction and thereby, living a life for the glory of God?

What must you do to become a Christian?  Believe the Word of God, Beloved, that says, we are sinners in need of a savior – Jesus Christ; while also never, ever forgetting our true depravity without Him.  When you seek and cry out to God with all your heart, – you will find Him.  I do not know whether you are truly saved nor does your pastor, your friend or the well-meaning person that “led” you in that one “salvation” prayer.  There is only one way we can know for certain.  According to Jesus, “You will know them by their fruit” (For their fruit will be eternal – paraphrased from John 15).  Let me ask you, 

Are YOU a Pickle or Are YOU a Cucumber?

The Coming Four Blood Moons

13 Sunday Apr 2014

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“And I will show wonders in Heaven above and signs in the Earth beneath, the sun shall be turned into darkness and the moon into blood before the coming of the great and awesome day of The Lord.” Acts 2:21

Over this last week I have blogged about a progressive series of events whether heavenly or otherwise that are supernatural signs that have occurred and are occurring during these days in which we live.  My first blog in this series was entitled “The Sign”.  I brought to your attention strange and peculiar happenings going on all around the world that the mainstream media is not reporting. Then, a few days ago, I wrote my second blog post in this series called “Feast Your Eyes On This”. This was a message of the signs in the heavens that have unmistakably displayed itself on the Jewish Feast Days on the biblical calendar (i.e. Christ’s birth and death).  So today, I want to discuss with you about the upcoming four blood moons or Tetrad that everyone is talking about.  They will kick off their display in the heavens over some parts of the world over the next year beginning, you guessed it – ON PASSOVER, April 15, 2014!

A blood moon, simply put, is a total lunar eclipse.  Some light from the sun passes through the earth’s atmosphere and is bent toward the moon.  While other colors in the spectrum are blocked and scatter by earth’s atmosphere but red light makes it through.  Because of the moon’s vivid color NASA scientists often refer to it as the Blood Red Moon.  You may be asking, “So what?  Blood moons happen all the time!”  Yes, but a tetrad (or four blood moons in a row) do not.  As a matter of fact, there were only a few tetrads in the 1400’s, none in the 1500’s, 1600’s, 1700’s or even the 1800’s. However, there were three tetrads (series of four blood moons) in the 1400’s & the 1900’s.  Each of these tetrads each coincided with Jewish Feast Days (or sacred “rehearsals)”, AND major Jewish historical events.  Refer to my  “Feast Your Eyes On This” post.

The last three tetrads have occurred like this:

  1. 1493-1494 — This tetrad followed the expulsion of the Jews from Spain in 1492.
  2. 1949-1950 — This tetrad followed the re-establishment of the state of Israel in 1948.
  3. 1967-1968 — The beginning of this tetrad occurred right before the beginning of the Six Day War in 1967 where Israel regained Jerusalem; God’s Holy City.

Quite interesting…You can see what all the fuss is about.

Coming Blood Moon: One.  Beginning April 15, 2014 – on Passover.  If you recall from

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The SIGN says

02 Wednesday Apr 2014

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Yeshua Do you like signs? How about supernatural signs? Many of us are quite familiar with all the wonderful supernatural events God displayed to the Jewish people when He delivered them out of Israel.  Remember Moses and his miraculous staff? The waters parting? The billow of smoke by day and the fire by night? How about Joshua and his army simply marching around the walls of Jericho seven times and blowing their trumpets seven times while the “walls came ah crumbling down”?  How about Gideon’s army? Remember God using 300 Israelites to defeat 135,000 Midianites? Remember Elijah praying to God asking Him to send down fire for all the people to see?  What about Jesus coming into the world and fulfilling all the prophecies of the prophets of old like Micah, Isaiah and King David (to name a few)?  And of course, the most important – the most incredible miracle of all: Jesus, God’s son, dying on a cross for our sins and then raising from the dead in all His glory!  He defeated death, isn’t that the most miraculous thing of all times? We have to admit though, in general terms, God hasn’t been quite as noticeably fantastic over the last two thousand years. Certainly, we know God is working miracles all the time but in a more quiet manner.  For whatever reason, He has sovereignly chosen to refrain from doing things like say; raining fire down on the altar of our churches or allowing people like you or me from raising people from the dead, for example. Yet, just when you thought it was safe to get drowsy and fall asleep, think again! God is sending many supernatural and unusual signs to wake us up.  Are you noticing or are you rolling over and  hitting the “Snooze” button? If you are a scoffer you must understand that you being “wrong” is more deadly than me being wrong. After all, if I’m wrong – well, worst case, I

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Your Dwelling Place

02 Monday Dec 2013

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Wednesday, October 2, 2013

My Dwelling Place

“Out of my distress I called on the Lord; the Lord answered me and set me free.  The Lord is on my side; I will not fear.  What can man do to me?  The Lord is on my side as my helper I shall look in triumph on those who hate me.  It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in man.  It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in princes.  All nations surrounded me; in the name of the Lord I cut them off!  They surrounded me; surrounded me on every side; in the name of the Lord I cut them off! They surrounded me like bees; they went out like a fire among thorns; in the name of the Lord I cut them off!  I was pushed hard, so that I was falling, but the Lord helped me.  The Lord is my strength and my song; He has become my salvation.” Ps. 118:5-14

Two days ago, I woke up with the title, “Your Dwelling Place,” and I sat and wrote hours of material.  Just as I was journaling this chapter this morning, I prayed, “God, let this be your message, not mine.”  Then suddenly, without warning, my fingers tore over my keyboard, and the old material was set off to the side.  Here is your real message; from the Holy Spirit, entitled, “Your Dwelling Place.”

On September 22, I had a dream which, in my best estimation, should be called “Your Dwelling Place.”   In the dream, I stood in a field while an unknown person leaned over and whispered in my ear, “A swarm of bees is coming.  Take cover quickly now!”  I looked off to see my children playing far from me, and with the resounding hum of bees approaching, I screamed with no time for explanation, “Get down and cover your faces!”  Once I finished my frightened directive, I too had to take the same position of safety.  The swarm of bees covered me like honey, swarmed around me, and perched on every ounce of my body, all the while stinging.  The buzzing of their wings rang in my ears, increasing my level of terror.  All I could think was whether my children had heeded my instruction with no explanation to them.  Every time I resided in that fearful abode, I was repeatedly stung like a penance.  As my mind sprinted with anxiety, more stinging came.  Alas, I surrendered to it all: the fear, the pain, and that frenzied need to control the situation.  I finally set my mind on the dwelling place—with Christ Jesus in Heavenly places.  I mentally gave up my temporary habitation, supernaturally.

It was at that point that the stinging abruptly ceased.  It was the removing of myself from this “temporary” dwelling and putting myself into the Everlasting from which I already reside, spiritually speaking.  I rested under what swiftly became a warm blanket of fortification rather than a blanket of torment.  I rested in my dwelling place, listening to my own soft breaths—in and out, in and out.

Bees… what a paradox.  We need them, but we should revere them.  They do God’s work by pollinating everything wonderful that we eat.  They are diligent, persistent, and loyal, even to death.   As a swarm, though, they are quick, deadly, and fierce.  When they make their appearance, it is sudden. Rarely do we have a minute’s notice to retreat.  Hence, my dream, “The Dwelling Place.”

Last year, we went on a camping trip with a group of friends to one of our local state parks.  The children were all playing and tromping around in the woods while the adults sat around a warm campfire.  Suddenly, an incessant shriek bellowed forth.  All the parents jumped up, looking in all directions.  Then, running swiftly, came one of the little boys with an angry swarm of bees ensuing behind.  They swarmed in and around him, stinging his scalp and embedding stingers in his skin, under his shorts, through his socks, and even inside his shoes.  There was no escape for him, or those of us who were slumbering near our cozy little campfire, since that is where he led the missile-carrying troops.  No amount of running, screaming, swatting, or adult intervention mattered.  Not only was the child stung something close to thirty times, but those who dared interfere were stung as well, including myself.

I believe God still reveals himself through dreams just as He did in times past.  It is not that I claim special knowledge, but what I will admit is that my life is centered on listening for His still small voice.  The Lord knows He has my undivided attention in the quietness of my dreams.  There are no electronic devices, no “Mama, Mama” diversions in my ear, and no Nightly News stories to distract me.

Perhaps this dream means trouble is coming to our nation; misfortune we will not be able to escape.  For application, let’s say I am that “unknown” person represented in the dream who leans over to whisper in your ear, “A swarm of bees is coming.  Take cover quickly now!” At this moment, you only have enough time to get the attention of your children with no time for explanation, and fewer moments to take cover yourself.  Whatever this “swarm of bees” symbolizes—it will come on us like a fast moving train.  Yes, here in the United States – hastily.  Our only alternative will be to crouch down, cover our faces, and pray.  We will have to completely and utterly trust Christ and not focus on the happenings going on about us.

I kept saying these confessions in my dream, “God is my refuge – my dwelling place. I trust Him whether I live or die, either way; I am delivered into His dwelling place.”  I pray that when our troubles come hurriedly, with the help of the Holy Spirit, we all can say the same, “He is my refuge – my dwelling place.”

Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. John 14:1-3

There Is a Way That Seems Right to a Man, But Its End Is The Way to Death

19 Friday Jul 2013

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Good morning everyone! I am so sorry I have neglected this blog. It’s hard when you’re so tired to think straight enough to write something coherent. But today, we have started our five hour van ride to Bucharest and I have time to speak with you about what God has been doing in all of our hearts; Romanians and Americans.

I will say, this trip has been incredible. Every year…is not comparable to others but stands on its own. When you think on the people; the stories, the poverty, the hurts and then those windows to the soul…it touches your heart inexpressibly. These things are neither happy nor sad but a despairing, a joyous, yet heart wrenching experience. It’s hard to lay hold and give a definition to it all. I wonder if God experiences all these same emotions simultaneously too, when He looks down upon us: a despairing, a joyous and heart wrenching love towards us.

Let me share with you a little of what I saw, heard and felt over the last few days. I saw AND feel convinced that God was in ALL things. I am convinced that the majority of people that came to my eyeglass table were given all the information they needed for salvation. I explained the simplicity of it all and our complete inability to achieve perfection or salvation without Christ. I took them through scripture and had them read it for themselves with their new reading glasses. I had some tell me essentially, “I’ll take my chances” and things like “My religion is Orthodox!” and even, “if I go to hell then I go to hell.” I would always follow up these words, “I wanted you to know the truth and Youve now seen the truth for yourself.” Then i would follow with these words, “I ask you…to think on these things.” I had others that wept and said, “I want hope and assurance.”

I told a thirty year old man that he was so young that he probably wouldn’t have to have reading glasses. Then he angrily asked me if I was mocking him and if so, he would get up right then and leave! We explained to him that we were complimenting him. Then after giving him glasses, I shared the plan of salvation. He listened but was not particularly interested in anything I had to say. So I gave him some tracts and asked him to promise me he would read the material and consider the things in them. He reached and shook my hand and said, “Thank you very much and I promise to throw it all in the trash” and he walked off. I was mildly hurt but mainly I just felt sadness for him. I told my interpreter, “We did what God asked us to do- now he will be accountable.” Later, he was asked to leave the building because he was walking around insulting people. I can’t explain it but ever since he left something in me says, he will not throw that material away but WILL contemplate these eternal matters in the privacy of his home. I feel 100% certain of it, so praise God that the spirit in us speaks the truth while the man continues to speak lies.

Yesterday we went to a village called, “Roman.” This is the most authentic Gypsy village I’ve ever been too. The women all dress like fortune tellers; scarves

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If You Confess with Your Mouth

16 Tuesday Jul 2013

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Today we went to the same village. We probably saw a couple hundred people. Eyeglasses got real bottle necked again this morning. I was feeling the pressure but stayed true to sharing with each person the best I could. We had interesting conversations with the people. This village is very faithful to the Orthodox Church which says basically, you cannot be saved if you sin. There again, the majority of people believed it was unlikely they would go to heaven because they were just “too bad” and were unable to stop sinning. Their faces look very hard when they first speak. You know…like they’ve made peace with the idea. But when I told them the gospel in all his grace and forgiveness, their faces seemed to soften. And many times, tears would form in their eyes. My interpreter and I both noticed and discussed this transformation in their bodies and faces. Don’t get me wrong, I never preached the “no repentance required” doctrine. We just explained that after repentance, it is only The Lord Jesus IN us that brings a real transformation.

All day long it seemed appropriate for me to take people all through the biblia to prove my point. I told them, “This is how you can have assurance…” Then I flipped in the Romanian bible to Romani 10:9. Remember? “If we confess with our mouth and believe in our heart that Jesus Christ is Lord and God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.” Then, I would flip in the Romanian biblia to 1 Ioan 1:9. Remember this one, “if we confess our sins, He is faithful and righteous to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” And Ioan 14:6, ” Jesus told them, I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except by me.” Thank goodness, it was easy enough for me to maneuver around the Romania biblia because the chapter names look very similar to English. 🙂

I learned during lunch from one of the interpreters, that when one of them jumped in to help with eyeglasses (because we were backed up) many people said, “no, we will wait to speak with them.” You know what that means don’t you??? They saw us sharing and THEY DECIDED they wanted to hear! There was no secret that not only

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Open Their Eyes Lord

15 Monday Jul 2013

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Today we travelled to our first village. It took two hours to get there. We began around 10:30 and worked until 5:00. I was assigned my interpreter this morning and I was blessed to get Carmen again as we have worked together two other years. We work well together and share common goals. It’s like, by now, she understands my train of thought as I try to share with the people. That’s saying a lot! :).

What a great day! As I feared, the line got bottle necked at my station because I was sharing and asking the people if they had assurance of their salvation. Most didn’t know whether they would spend eternity in heaven or hell. They just kept saying, “I don’t know” or “maybe or maybe not.” It was bizarre to me to know that a person could be so none chalet about the whole matter. Most believed they would go to heaven if their good deeds outweighed their sinfulness. It’s all a very confusing matter. I asked many, “If you could earn your salvation then way did Christ die?” It was as though they had never thought about that before. Many promised me they would take the reading glasses that I had just given them and begin to read their bible. Isn’t it interesting to work in eyeglasses? I gave them eyeglasses to see with their eyes and then God is going to use them to open their heart. God has everything planned out before we step foot in this world. Even when we mess up, he works it to good for those that love Him!!

I had a woman that needed prayer because she was a believer but she was also superstitious. She has a relative that is bedridden and epileptic. She asked me if she could catch any evil spirits from her relative. I told her if she was a believer that she was sealed by the Holy Spirit and could not be overtaken and that in all reality her relative simply had an illness not any sort of possession. It may seem almost silly to us but I promise you- this was a very serious and emotional situation for this woman. She wept and wept. We prayed with her and encouraged her to call on the name of JESUS when the spirit of fear came to mind.

We spoke with an alcoholic for

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What Choo Talkin’ ‘Bout Willis?

27 Saturday Apr 2013

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What this really needs to say is, “What choo talkin’ ’bout Kimberly?”

Have you ever just sat and thought about Jesus?  Sometimes when I think about God and who He really is it causes me to get a headache.  I keep headaches. Even if I were to empty my brain of its contents (maybe a marble or two, a feather and a piece of lent) and poured the knowledge of God to the rim  – my brain would still obviously not comprehend His vastness. I do, however, want to share with you some things that I think God is revealing and we should consider them in our thoughts.

God has been showing me how important it is to have a deep abiding relationship with the person of Jesus Christ (John 15:5) rather than the general term of “God” or “Lord.”  This world we live in unfortunately defines “God” too loosely.  You might think this sounds heretical, after all, you might ask, “ Isn’t God really just Jesus?”  Of course!  But there is something to this part of the Trinity that cannot be overlooked.  It is the “Jesus” part of God that inserted Himself into humanity to reach mankind.  True?  It is THROUGH Jesus that the barrier was broken between carnality and His spirit.  It was THROUGH Jesus, that the penalty was paid.  It is faith IN and THROUGH Jesus we may have eternal life.  And if you look at Acts 4:11-12 you will see there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved.”  It is always JESUS.  When I was little and freshly saved, I ALWAYS prayed, “Jesus…”  Isn’t this so sweet? Full of faith.

Look at these scriptures before we go further:

“So everyone who acknowledges me before men, I also will acknowledge before my Father who is in heaven.” Matthew 10:32.  “And I tell you, everyone who acknowledges me before men, the Son of Man also will acknowledge before the angels of God.” Luke 12:8.

Have you ever contemplated in your prayer life things like, “Who should I pray to? God? Jesus? LORD? Holy Spirit?”  Of course as

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No Access, Sorry

02 Saturday Mar 2013

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Seeing this picture might look frightening to you.  I’ve never done well in small spaces and as it turns out, I’ve recently gathered that not only do I not like small spaces in our physical world but I also do not like them in the spiritual world either.  I have never given much thought to this weird concept until recently.  Let me explain.

I realize, spiritually speaking, that God is sovereign in all things.  I suppose if He chooses to place me in a box at the present time he has every right to do so.  I’ve looked through my prayer journal over the last couple of months trying to figure out what’s going on.  Many times, doing this very thing, I can find a pattern of thoughts and ideas that the LORD is showing me.  It’s actually pretty neat.  As I was doing this the other day, I noticed that in most cases, I’ve diligently prayed for things that I know are in accordance with His will.  So why do I find myself in a box, of sorts then?  After all, doesn’t the Word of God promise us if we pray in accordance to His will, it will be done?

What can a person do in a box anyway?  Obviously someone in a box is of no value.  They cannot even voice a discernible idea to anyone other than to an audience of two – the one in the box and the LORD who hears all things.  They certainly in that season, cannot blaze through on some sort of significant trek.  A person with my personality has a hard time sitting in such a box.  I’m realizing this is actually a trust issue.  Maybe you’ve found yourself in a box at one time or another.  The best way to describe it is like being in a “holding pattern”.

Years ago, I was flying to San Francisco to meet my husband who was there on a business trip.  I found myself stuck on the tarmac in Dallas, TX because of torrential storms.  We sat there for 3 hours waiting to disembark the plane.  Meanwhile, I had missed my connecting flight and the battery of my phone had died making it impossible for me to contact my husband who was to meet me in a few hours at the San Francisco International Airport.  Babies were crying all around me, lightening was flashing throughout the sky and people were getting agitated.  There was nowhere for me to run or escape.  I was trapped!  I do not thrive in an environment of agitated people, feeling hot and closed up in small spaces.  That’s when you realize that what you’re supposed to do in that situation is what I like to call, “Suck it up” mode.  I suppose if the LORD wants to put me in a box, even on a tarmac in Dallas, TX the best thing I can do is, well, “Suck it up” and wait out the storm.

I asked earlier, doesn’t the Word of God promise us if we pray in accordance to His will, it will be done? Well, I’ve prayed for wisdom and discernment yet instead I find myself unusually quiet in this area.  It’s as though the Lord has closed my mouth and disabled my cortex.  I’ve prayed for perseverance yet lately, I feel more on the side of fatigued.  I’ve prayed for pure joy that only comes from our Lord and instead, I am experiencing more of His detachment.  In addition, instead of receiving an overflow of the Holy Spirit, as I’ve prayed, it feels more like He has chosen to siphon the storehouse instead.  It’s as though I have asked to go “UP” and the LORD has said, “No, let us go down.”  It’s as though I’ve said, “I choose white and the LORD has said, “But here is black.”  It’s as though I have said, “Fill me up” and the Lord has said, “Drain from her reservoir.”  It’s as though I have asked for His power and the LORD has said, “You will be ineffective for now.”  What is going on here?

My kids like to play this game they call “Opposite Day.”  It goes something like this… if one means to say “yes” then you would instead say “no” and if you mean to say “right” then you would therefore say “left.”  Get it?   My boys can entertain themselves for a long period of time with this game because it gets rather funny and quite confusing as one can imagine.  However; when it comes to real life – there’s nothing funny about “Opposite Day”.

Close your eyes and picture yourself in a transparent box and

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Multiplication Through Me

06 Wednesday Feb 2013

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ImageI was talking to the kids the other morning about their lives and what an affect their seemingly small lives can have for the Kingdom of God. It’s interesting, as a parent how God will inspire us as we try to inspire our children. I explained how an elderly woman told me about Jesus during Vacation Bible School when I was seven years old. I specifically remember the theme of the VBS week, “The Good News!” I remember thinking, “What good news?”  It was really the first time I had heard anything quite that dramatic. I remember believing IMMEDIATELY. I think about that woman often. I think about how she made an invaluable effect in my life at a minimum, and potentially the lives of my own children. Then I wonder how many other little children she helped along the way and brought them to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. But for the sake of being conservative lets say out of five hundred children she may have taught over the course of her lifetime only ten children actually became true believers. Isn’t it entirely possible she may have passed away feeling she had little affect, for the Kingdom of God? How wrong she would have been!  How many families, children, spouses would have been transformed from that conservative number of ten?  If we did the math on just those few people over the span of this woman’s lifetime the numbers could be up in the thousands! And this is just a conservative estimation.

Years ago, shortly after Steve and I were married we were invited to a co-workers house for a social. It seemed like a strange invitation as we had never socialized outside work with this couple before. So despite that nagging feeling that something wasn’t right, we decided to go anyway. When we arrived, we immediately realized we were the honored guests. We walked in and there were six other couples that all knew each other and who were staring

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Send Me, Lord!

28 Monday Jan 2013

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I spent the better part of my weekend in Brandon, Mississippi.   There, I attended a board meeting of a mission organization called RAM (Romanian-American Mission) that I’m involved with. I’ve made four summer mission trips with this organization over the last four years and now I’m a board member.  Each year, I go and share the gospel to the best of my ability, allowing God to do what He will with me and share truth.

This organization has been used by God to change my life.  It has caused me to redirect my life and my thinking.  It’s as though the LORD has removed the scales from my eyes and now, well, I can see more clearly.  The vision of God (working through RAM) is to reach people for Christ in Europe, starting in Romania and working outward.  Currently this organization has expanded into Austria, Macedonia, Italy, Spain, Moldova, Serbia, Great Britain and all over Romania including the upper regions near the borders of Ukraine.  It began with a vision given to a man who often referred to himself as “Just a Carpenter’s Helper” who stepped out in faith in 1996.  Thousands and I mean thousands have been touched for Christ in some form or fashion through this ministry.  Just in the last four years that I’ve been involved, I have personally witnessed miracles of hearts being changed everywhere– not just European hearts but ours too!  The idea here is to not just send groups of American’s every summer but most importantly, to train the local indigenous people to preach the gospel to their own people.  RAM then, plants a church and encourages and pays the salary of those local pastors.

There is no better way to love Jesus than to walk by faith.  Proving we love Jesus is not about that emotional feeling we get during the worship service Sunday morning. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)  But showing Christ we love Him is about walking in obedience and putting our life down; all the fears, hurts, anger, bitterness and all our earthly rights.  I can honestly say that I love Jesus more today than I ever have before  because of these opportunities given me to walk by and through faith.  I can say without a doubt, Christ has released me from many concerns that controlled me since THE moment I truly “stepped out.”  It isn’t that I do not deal with these fears anymore; it’s that I’ve witnessed the POWER in

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Bending Beneath the Weight of His Wind

14 Monday Jan 2013

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This last week, I’m not sure what happened.  Maybe it was homeschooling and all the time that that requires.  Maybe it was all my other responsibilities or just sheer laziness – who knows.  All I do know is…I took my focus off Christ.  In one week’s time, I had inundated myself with TV and the daily toil of relational issues all around me.  By the end of the week, I realized I was feeling tired and overwhelmed. I felt like saying, “Lord, where are you?”  And I was quickly reminded in my spirit that I had not spent one ounce of QUALITY time with Him.  So maybe He’s been saying, “Kimberly, where are YOU?”

Over the last few years, these sorts of things like “the troubles of the world” have affected me less and less because I’m learning to “turn it off”.  I’m not just referring to turning off the TV.  I mean it all.  I’m learning to accept these “troubles” that the Lord promised would come.  I am brought comfort with His words, “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace.  In this world you will have trouble.  But take heart! I have overcome the world” (John 16:33). The only thing I can attribute my confidence despite all these worldly problems is my increased desire and dedication to spend time with the Lord daily. When I dedicate my mornings (or whatever hour I can) to study His Word and pray…I feel empowered in a world that takes all my power.  It isn’t a power like the world defines.  It’s power that comes from the Holy Spirit and brings comfort despite all the circumstances ensuing right before your very eyes.  It counsels you when you see the world falling apart and when you hear the Nightly News say things that are in complete opposition to God and the truth.  Like Isaiah, the prophet spoke, “Woe to them that call evil good and good evil,” Isaiah 5:20.  What chance does the body of Christ have against this world if we don’t stay in tune with the ONLY one that gives us our hope?  We will be buried with the cares of this world and you know it.  One week.  Incredible.  We better guard our hearts and minds like conscientious, well-trained soldiers!  This is no time to fall back.

Not one decent moment with the Lord last week that I could legitimately count as worthy.  No real time seeking Him.  Without that small amount of time He will become in our minds but miles and miles away.  When was the last time you spent time with the only person that has the power to keep you from feeling overwhelmed?  When is the last time you spent time with the only one that will never forsake you no matter what?

Yesterday morning during worship service, I fought back tears as we sang, “O, ‘How He Loves Us.” (You Tube this song; “Jesus Culture”). The song actually says, “He loves like a hurricane.  I am a tree; bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.”  I’ve never been loved like a hurricane but it sounds intense and

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The Sweetest Letter Ever

24 Monday Dec 2012

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ImageChristmas to me has always been a magical time.  When we were growing up, my mother always had cookies, sugared fruit, a Hershey kiss tree, and all kinds of candies.  She would have orange peels and cinnamon sticks simmering on the stove as we came home from school.  The Oakridge Boys and Dolly Pardon Christmas music were always being played along with Jimmy Dean’s, “Yes, Virginia – there is a Santa Clause.”  The ornaments on our tree were all handmade by her, each lined with velvet cloth, and beads of all varieties with tiny push pins.  She even had hand sewn stockings for each of us.

One of the sweetest things I ever witnessed my mother do was during Christmas time.  She decided to write out a very touching letter describing Christmas to her first cousin who had recently lost his eye sight due to diabetes.  She had heard from other family members that he was in deep sadness and was having a hard time “moving on.”  She was distraught that his eyes would never gaze upon the splendor of Christmas ever again.  To her, never “seeing” Christmas was almost unbearable.

When she told me what she was doing, – I sat down (as a thirteen year old) with her at the kitchen table, as she thought of each thing in our house that embodied Christmas.  She eloquently described every Christmas detail including the evergreen tree, the cookies, the stockings, and the den with a mountain of presents.  She wrote, then erased and wrote and erased, trying to make everything  just so.  She detailed the brilliance of the lights and even described us three children running around with sparkles in our eyes.  She described each little candy and cookie with perfection so much so, that I could close my own eyes and see it all like it was the first time.  I thought she was the best writer I had ever seen.   I felt so much admiration towards her in that moment.  It was one of the most thoughtful things I’d ever seen anyone do.  I remember her rushing to the mailbox to get that letter to him as soon as possible.  It almost seemed to both of us, that there was something magical about that letter.  Maybe we thought it would change his circumstances.  Maybe we wanted that letter to somehow give him his sight again.

Christmas day came four days later and my mother received the call that her cousin had passed away early that morning.  We wondered, “Had someone read him that letter?”  Then at the funeral, we found out that the letter had been read aloud to him but he was so sick – it was unlikely he actually heard it.  I know my mom was secretly disappointed because I was.  That letter wasn’t magical after all.  It had all the magical words that one might mention during the holiday season.  It had all the imageries of the picture-perfect Christmas scene.  It was beautifully written as though my mother had been schooled by the finest English professors.

Today, I have my own children.  I play Christmas music for them too and simmer orange peels and cinnamon sticks to fill the house with the wonderful holiday smells.  My tree is adorned with beautiful ornaments that represent pieces of our lives.  It stands nine feet tall and glistens with approximately four thousand clear and colored lights.  It’s my turn to bake cookies, candies and make gingerbread houses.  It’s my turn to fill the stockings and take pictures of the children.  It’s my turn to take notice of the sparkles in my boys’ eyes as they anticipate Christmas morning!

Most importantly though, I think about what my mother did twenty-nine years ago almost to the day.  I think about sitting there with her at the kitchen table throwing out ideas hoping to make a difference too.  It was what she did that caused me to admire her then so dearly.  She reached out to someone that was so hopeless and showed him love.

Therefore, it is

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Are You Ready?

18 Tuesday Dec 2012

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alert beacon deviceOne of my family’s favorite stories is the time when my twin brother and I were approximately six years old and were out in the yard playing with some yard tools that we had specifically been instructed not to touch.  As the story went, my brother and I were fast and furious in the act of disobedience until I heard the screen door open then shut followed by my mother’s footsteps.  As it has been told, I looked up, stuck my thumb in my mouth, and quickly made a b-line in the opposite direction.  My brother on the other hand, was lost in the moment – never noticing the sound of the screen door slamming shut or the footsteps of my very displeased mother approaching.  The story was told that my brother was so unaware of my mother’s “coming” until the very moment he was swatted on his backside.  Other family members describe him as having the look of complete shock.  On the other hand, I had escaped her wrath (by the skin of my teeth, I might add).

Are you watching and listening for the screen door to open?  Are you looking for the one who knows you to come but you’re lost in the moment, continuing in your disobedience and living in complete oblivion?  Will you take notice only after you’ve been punished and stand there then in utter disbelief?

One of the most impressionable parables in scripture to me is the one concerning the ten young virgins and the marriage supper.  The virgins were supposed to be waiting on the groom by keeping oil in their lamps; day and night.  In the Jewish wedding tradition, the bride knows that the groom IS coming but doesn’t know exactly the day or the hour.  If she doesn’t prepare for Him, he will come (what seems) as a thief in the night.  I can only imagine the feeling one might have when a thief enters one’s home.  It’s not joyful anticipation but terror and great fear.  If she does prepare for him, she is blessed and ready to go with him to the wedding supper that he has prepared for her in his absence.

In this parable Jesus spoke about five of those ten young virgins who were not prepared and let their oil run out.  They had stopped watching for him and their senses had become dulled. Obviously, they had lost faith that the groom was ever going to do what he said he would.  They were not watching for the door to open nor were they anticipating him.   It makes me think of 1 Peter in scripture that says, “They will be saying, “Where is this ‘coming’ he promised? Ever since our fathers died, everything goes on as it has since the beginning of creation.”

I suppose in my brother’s heart, he thought, “Mom’s not coming – it’s safe to

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Heart in the Hands of Christ

04 Tuesday Dec 2012

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Jesus' handsI need to be working on my Wednesday night lesson but I’m having trouble concentrating.  I’ve had a disturbing day, to say the least.

In S.S. this last Sunday, we talked about “Life’s Interruptions.”  Well, last night and today would definitely fall into that category but not in a flippant way as the lesson almost infers.  This situation is as serious as serious can be.

What I’m learning is even when you have washed your hands of a person or people and made “Christ-ly” peace with them, don’t assume God is done pulling you into their very messy, emotionally draining and sad lives.  Never assume God is ever finished with you in a certain situation just because “You’ve decided” you are.

I think we walk around in our little world thinking we have it all figured out and suddenly God throws the most unexpected curve ball.  And when it comes, your spirit cannot do anything less then “Catch that ball” regardless of whether you want to or not.  Regardless of whether it’s convenient.  These balls that come flying in tend to be fast, hard and can even sometimes cause bloody wounds. Getting back involved with people that have caused you pain and left a wake of misery is the furthest from your mind.  Yet, I’m reminded of what  Paul says in 1 Corithians 13:2, “If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.”

We’ve all heard those little christian cliches like, “Dying to Self” or “Laying it all down.”  I used to think that what that really meant was giving up those things that are wrong morally, like say…cheating on a test, getting inebriated, doing drugs, committing adultery, stealing, those sorts of things .  Rules.  But what I clearly see is that “Dying to self” isn’t really so much about breaking rules as it is about a literal dying to your easy life.  Dying to what’s comfortable to you.  Dying to receiving the justice owed you.  In other words, are you willing to get dirty, messy and maybe even taken down in the whole process of it all?  You are making a decision, am I actually going to lay my life down, my earthly rights and willingly give it to Christ?  Imagine cutting your heart

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You are a Leper

03 Monday Dec 2012

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cropped-tulips.jpgThe bible talks a lot about lepers.  We learn that Jesus healed many of them.  When a leper walked down the street they were to cover their mouths with cloth and holler out, “Unclean, unclean.” Talk about a lonely life.  They were not only outcasts from society, estranged from family but also reviled.  Many of us can’t even make it to the grocery store without a bottle of sanitizer.  Imagine the disgust you would feel seeing a leper walk into Wal-Mart.

At least a year ago, I had a chilling event happen to me.  As I went to a local rehab hospital to visit an elderly friend I heard the most horrible screams coming from a room way down the hall.  These screams were more like an angry rant not an inviting call of welcome, I promise.  Yet, I have no idea what came over me but I turned and headed towards that room.  I remember thinking to myself, “What are you doing?”  The angry outburst continued and I cautiously but unrelentingly moved forward until I found myself not only in this person’s room but at the edge of this crazed woman’s bed.

I think this incident could be classified in my mind as one of the strangest and scariest moments of my life.  She looked like a true leper or at least what this twenty-first century girl imagines one to be.  Her face was pasty white and looked as though it were flaking off.  Her eyes were gaunt and there was little hair remaining on her head.  Her face revealed nothing lovely or kind.  She radiated hate to a level I had never witnessed.  So “Why am I standing at the foot of her bed”, I kept thinking?  I was literally on auto-pilot and obviously not in my right mind.

When I walked in, she never turned her gaze towards me but continued cursing and ranting like a delusional person.  She hollered vile words and accusations like, “You never loved me,” and “I took care of you and now look at you”.  And a few times she hollered angrily still, “JESUS – TAKE ME!!”  She screamed things that I am not permitted to mention in this blog with good conscious.  I only wish I could because these words that I place on this paper are not adequate in description of this event.  My insides were shaking like a bag of bones but something caused me to stand there.  Just stand there!  I knew God was doing something and I was to stand and wait for it.  Suddenly, out from my mouth came these words, “But Jesus loves you.”  Her eyes swiftly turned in my direction and there was unexpected quietness.  Quiet. Quiet. Quiet.  I thought my heart would explode out of my chest.  Then her eyes gazed forward again and the vile things spewed out just as loud as ever.  It was like a recording, saying the same things over and over and over again.  Then the occasional, “JESUS, TAKE ME!!!” yet there was nothing in her that said, “I belong to the Lord.” Her words seemed more like a profaning.  Then again, I said fearlessly but timidly in my core, “But Jesus will never leave you.” Again, the swearing and detestable rant abruptly stopped and her eyes looked closer in my direction.  Then once again, there was eerie quiet.  Quiet. Quiet.  I realized in that moment.  There IS POWER in the name of JESUS CHRIST!  My heart beating was the only thing I could hear in that room.   After a moment though, she went right back to her rage.

I was just about to turn and leave when her tirade suddenly stopped again but this time she looked me STRAIGHT in

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The Cowardly Lion

29 Thursday Nov 2012

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cowardly lionI’ve been reading a book called “Telling Secrets” by a gentleman by the name of Frederick Buechner.  He’s new to me but known as one of the greats.  He is an author, old time minister and theologian.  The book touched me in so many ways.  You see, he shares very intimate details of his life that are just so sad and yet, REAL.  We’ve all been there and have experienced that crushing pain of abandonment, fear, rejection and the anxiety we experience as we try to control the level of pain we “allow” in.

That first night I picked up that book I fought back tears.  It really struck a chord with me so much that I wanted to share with you. He actually described himself as the cowardly lion on the Wizard of Oz.

It was a stained glass panel hanging in front of a window in his study that he stared at day after day when he sat down to write.  The scene was of the Cowardly Lion standing there with his hands tied behind his back against a pole, weeping profusely while black flying monkeys flew overhead.  Mr. Buechner, in his old age realized that that panel represented his life in many ways.  Outwardly he appeared so courageous but inwardly he was as weak and powerless as one can imagine.

Growing up, did you ever think….who am I in this movie; the “Wizard of Oz”?  Am I the scarecrow who doesn’t have a brain, the tin man who doesn’t have a heart or the cowardly lion who doesn’t have any courage?  I never once thought

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Harvest Moon

28 Wednesday Nov 2012

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moon_harvest_9-29-2012As you may know, my last name is “Moon.”  Many of those that I have had the great honor of working beside on our mission trips to Romania have habitually called me, “Harvest Moon.”  It’s always a little fun, simply because my role on these trips is evangelism and my last name is “Moon”.  Makes sense right?  Harvest?  Harvesting souls for Christ?  Get it? get it?

I wanted to specifically speak on this nickname because it holds a special place in my heart. It’s on these trips that I really see God work.  It isn’t that I think God isn’t working the rest of the time.  I just think it’s more about me “getting out of the way” so He CAN do HIS work.  I have to admit – being vulnerable on a mission trip is an understatement.

Honestly, I wasn’t quite sure EXACTLY what a “Harvest Moon” was.  Yes, yes, I even went to college!  As a matter of fact, while I was at Judson College in Marion, AL., many years ago, we used to sing a sweet song called, “O, Mr. Moon – Shine on, Harvest Moon”.  Little did I know one day, I would actually marry Mr. Moon!  Nor did I know then that my “Mission” nickname would be “Harvest Moon.”

This last September, I got a very encouraging email from one of my mission trip brothers which included

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