Do You Have An Irma?

I woke up this morning, as with most mornings, with God’s praises on my tongue. I thought back to my pre-Christian life and followed that through to the present.

There are two forces at work in everyone’s life. God has a plan for you, and so does the enemy, Satan, the devil, the one who is out to destroy you and me.

I met my husband in business school, the land before meeting my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. My neighbor in the apartment across the hall offered to read my palm. I was inrigued so I let him. We didn’t know each other yet he knew I had just been through a broken engagement and that it was permanent. He also told me that within thirty days I would meet the man I would marry and it would be a solid relationship. It happened exactly as he said. Now, I’m not saying he was in tune with God because he had to get high before he read my palm. Nevertheless, the message he gave me was no doubt (at least in my mind) God’s plan for me.

Sometime later I was in the office of the housemother and another man was there who also knew nothing about me. He heard me talking to her about having my palm read. He walked over, grabbed my hand and said I would be divorced, have four kids and my first husband would die in a car accident.

Fast forward four years and my husband and I have a young son and my husband isn’t sure he’s ready for the responsibility of a family. He leaves me and takes off hitch-hiking. By this time we have both accepted Jesus’s invitation to receive the free gift of salvation, but that didn’t mean everything was perfect. When God starts blessing the devil starts messing. God chased my husband back to me and then he joined the army. Four years later we now had two kids and he was honorably discharged from the military. I was going to church and he wasn’t. He wasn’t happy with me and I wasn’t sure what to do.

My husband has never been abusive to me, but he had closed himself off. I tried for months to change the situation and was considering leaving–not because I wanted to but because I wasn’t sure how much cold shoulder I could take. One day at church I talked to my dear friend, Irma, who had been married and dumped a few times. I asked her what she thought of me leaving.

“Is he beating you?” she asked.

“No.”

“Is he beating the kids?”

“No.”

“Is he providing food for the family?”

“Yes.”

“Are the bills being paid?”

“Yes.”

“Then hang in there and keep praying. Trust God to work everything out. You don’t want your kids to suffer through losing their dad, and go through the guilt of not being able to provide for them the way your husband does. If you need to talk you know I”m here for you.”

If I had not followed her advice the second palm reading may have come true: what I believe was Satan’s plan for my life. My kids would have grown up to be entirely different people than who and what they are now. My husband and I would not have the fabulous relationship we do now. We’ve been married forty-five years and are closer now than we’ve ever been. It just gets better every year.

By the way, Satan tried to take my husband’s life many times in car accidents while he was working for a company that kept him traveling. But God in His mercy and grace has protected us and has kept us from any major harm.

I hope every lady out there has an Irma in her life to talk to when things get tough. I have, unfortunately, lost touch with my friend as we have moved around a bit, but I think of her often, pray for her, and thank God for putting her in my life during the roughest time in my life.

 

 

 

When Prayers Get Answered

We all have situations and family members that we are concerned about and pray for. Sometimes, though, prayer gets put on a back shelf as life’s demands encroach upon our time with God. So I have been praying a lot lately that God would help me get back to being the prayer warrior I used to be, and to truly make Him number one in my life. Praying and doing are definitely NOT the same thing.

I am so thankful to be surrounded by a loving family. I’m not sure about this timeline, but I believe it was Tuesday, Dec. 13 that I was decorating the foyer in the home of my oldest three grandchildren. I love this house that they only moved into a year ago. The foyer is in a sunken family room with a large wood-burning fireplace, a wide hearth that is bordered by a shelf on either side that stretches to both outer walls.

The foyer is flat with one step between it and the main floor. I was wrapping ribbon and forgot about the step. I lost my balance and landed with my right ankle twisted to the the outside while the rest of my body landed in the other direction. The ankle swelled like a small pumpkin and my husband drove me to a walk-in clinic in the pouring rain. X-rays showed the ankle broken in three places. The local hospital was called and they had a stretcher ready to take me in (wheel chairs were all in use). I had surgery the next day, and went home (to the grandkids’ house) on Thursday, our only grandson’s 13th birthday.

The adoptive mom of these wonderful kids had a recliner chair set up for me with a pillow to support my leg (no weight on this leg for at least six weeks, and recovery expected to take 1 year, probably due partly to my age (64). My recliner is set next to a table from which I can reach my Bible, devotional book, computer, mediations, etc. I can watch TV from here and interact with the rest of the family. I have access to a wheelchair, walker, and porta-potty for nighttime use when it’s too difficult to get up the stairs to the bathroom.

The hardest part of all of this is losing my independence. The dining room table has been moved to the family room so I can share meals with the family and everyone is eager to wait on grandma.

Now I’m in a position where I have lots of time to read my Bible and pray. I have so much to be thankful for. Due to a high tolerance for pain I don’t have to take the pain meds very much (never a full dose), and God answered my prayer in the only way He could given my penchant for doing my own thing. I am loved by an almighty, all-knowing, ever-caring God and surrounded by family.

Please be patient with me, as you already have been, if I don’t respond to comments in a timely manner. I have to shuffle things around in order to use my computer.

May you all have a blessed and wonderful Christmas.

 

 

Movie Review: War Room

I have seen this movie twice. When it is available on DVD I will purchase a copy. It is the best movie on the power of prayer I have ever seen.

The movie brings out several points:

1) You can go to church and still not really know how to do battle in prayer.

2) A lukewarm Christian has NO access to God’s blessings. Rev. 3:16 says, “So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.” This is Jesus the Christ speaking.

3) When we battle with our family members we are leaving God out of the situation and trying to handle it ourselves. No one wins in these situations, and families implode.

4) God has given us weapons in His word to use in prayer to fight the real enemy: Satan.

5) Mercy and grace are freely available in Christ. It is our job to share them. It is not our job to try to change someone else, or to judge and criticize.

6) When you have a burden you really want God to handle, that you really want to change, you need to get out of God’s way and let Him handle it.

This is a call to arms for Christians. We fight the world system with prayer, compassion, mercy, and grace. We show the love of Christ instead of condemnation and criticism.