HOW THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT SHUTDOWN COULD BENEFIT AMERICA

I know I haven’t gotten political yet on this sight.

This latest federal government fiasco has me in a twist.

I am the kind of person that when I see a problem I want to fix it with a solution. See my post on abortion and you will realize I can get quite creative in the solution department.

Here is my solution for the federal government shut down.

First, all members of Congress and the President need to go back to preschool until they learn how to play fair.

If that doesn’t work then I have another proposal.

They relinquish a year of their salary with benefits for each day that the government is shut down. If it lasts past a week then their retirement fund goes into the basket.

All that money will be used to decrease the federal deficit.

Michelle Obama cannot take her girls on any more million dollar trips. The trips which are reserved will be refunded.The refunds go straight to the federal deficit fund.

The way I see it is this is a win-win proposal.

Anyone who agrees with this proposal please like this page. If I get enough likes I may just transition this solution into a petition on Change.org.


PRAYER REQUESTS part 2

Well, prayer warriors. Part of my prayer has been answered already my brother has agreed to a second surgery. It will be this Friday at noon. Please keep him in prayer as he goes to surgery and also keep the surgeon in prayer that his hands may be guided by God. 

I know that God can guide surgeon’s hands because in July I broke my collar bone and he helped my excellent surgeon, Dr. Nathan Williams repair my collar bone and within two months I was able to do everything that I had done before the fracture. 

Glory to God in the highest!


BLESSINGS

I was driving home from swimming at the gym when I saw the black form on the highway. I studied the form for a bit and it looked like a man was riding a motorcycle with no tail lights.  Gosh, that was dangerous. 

I wonder if he knew? Breathing a prayer I asked God to arrange traffic so I could tell him at a stop light.

God did his part, we were beside each other at the next stop light. I honked to get his attention then rolled down the window on my passenger side and told him he didn’t have any back light. 

He had no idea and thanked me for letting him know.

He turned on the street that led to my house. I knew I wasn’t going to get home until I made sure this man got home safely.

He pulled into a car sales parking lot. I pulled in behind him as he tested the light and saw that even his brake lights were out. 

The only thing that was working on his back light were his turning signals.

“Where were you going? I can tail you to make sure you are safe if you want me to,” I offered. 

He named a nearby suburb. It wasn’t that far.

He could have named Mexico. I still would have made sure he got there safely.

He accepted my offer to tail him. I have never driven with such dedication and precision as the miles that I drove behind him.

I wanted to make sure that I didn’t threaten him by being too close but also wanted to make sure nobody slipped in front of me that could have endangered his life. 

It was a bit of a drive to get him home but it was worth it. 

As I pulled into his driveway he took his helmet off and said, “You are a blessing.” 

I gave him a business card and mentioned my blog. “It’s a Christian blog,” I said

His face lit up. “I knew you were Christian.”

He thanked me again for being a blessing. Somehow I drove away feeling that I was the one blessed. Seeing the smile on his young face was a blessing and knowing that I had chosen to do what Christ would have done was an honor.

 I think we were both blessed, I still feel like I came out ahead though. 

There is a difference between saying you are Christian and being Christ to someone else.

Being Christ is a lot more fun. 

SEARCHING FOR JUSTICE – Intro

Introduction

For the past sixteen years I have been a single mother. Most of those years I was the primary custodial parent. The past three years I have been a non-custodial parent.

It was hard work being the custodial parent, it has been brutal being the non-custodial parent.

I have experienced mentally challenged lawyers and insane judges. The Texas Attorney General child support division is a joke and I am not laughing.

I am sharing my story with you, hoping that those who have similar stories will share theirs in the comment section.

I have decided to publicize the injustice that I have been through. Open up the lines of communication for others who have traveled the same path. I hope to create a political movement that is so strong and loud that single parents, who are good parents, are treated with justice.

I have proposed a law to remedy some of the injustice and have gotten great feed back from one legislators’ office.

Most days I will post two blogs. If you get tired of hearing me rant about injustice then please view my other post.

I feel as if I have been in a fight with the devil for these years and walking through this again is very difficult. Please be kind and understanding with me. Also keep me in prayer because I have no intention of letting the devil win.

Thank you, Gracie Lynne

PRAYER REQUESTS

As you probably have guessed by now if you read this post you know I believe in God and salvation through Jesus Christ. I also believe in prayer and believe that without prayer God’s purpose is hindered. 

I hope that this blog has attracted not only Christians but people of other faiths too. I have some wonderful friends who are muslims. On an airplane trip to NYC this summer I sat beside the sweetest muslim woman and I noticed she prayed with her hands cupped, palms up. I fell in love with that type of symbolic opening up to God.  

I would like to ask all the wonderful people who have taken their precious time to read my blog to post any prayer requests that you have in the comment section. 

Those who feel led by God to intercede for others I ask that you intercede. If you don’t pray or don’t feel led to pray please don’t. There is no pressure in this.

I will start with a prayer request hoping that all who believe in God take it to God no matter what kind of faith you believe in.

The prayer request is for my brother.

He is three years older than me and I love him deeply. He got in an accident a couple of weeks ago with his four-wheeler. He was thrown off and his 6th and 7th vertebrae were fractured. The 6th vertebrae fracture can result in death, the 7th vertebrae fracture can result in paralysis. God’s hand was on him  and he survived the crash with no paralysis and is living and breathing today. 

He had surgery in Lincoln, Nebraska and had a piece of his hip fused to his neck with a titanium plate. Yesterday he went back to the surgeon and we expected a good report. He wanted the NG tube removed so he could eat again. 

The good report didn’t come. Apparently something was wrong with the way his neck was healing. The surgeon wants to do another surgery. 

My brother has not slept well since this surgery, he has not eaten and is getting food through an NG tube and he is furious that he may have to have another surgery. 

Please pray that God’s peace will descend upon him that he can hear the surgeon today with a clear and calm mind. Also pray that God heals his neck, making surgery unnecessary. 

Please  put in the comments section your prayer requests and if you want them private please specify that wish. If you don’t mind if I share them with the community of readers state that you would prefer them to remain public. 

I know God answers prayer and I know personally that He loves each and every one of you. 

Be blessed!

 

THE BEST GIFT I GAVE MY DAUGHTER

My daughter was my first born. She was beautiful. She had my heart and apparently I had hers.

She screamed and cried every time I left her at the babysitters. I cried too. I would carry guilt in my heart for leaving her as I drove to college to finish my nursing degree.

She became very close to me and was shy among children her own age. The street that we lived on had two girls that wanted to play with her. She wouldn’t even cross the street without me.

One day I was obsessed with a book and sitting on the curb in front of my house. She wanted me to go across the street with her. I refused. She asked me again. I refused again.

I wanted to read, I really didn’t want to go across the street and engage in small talk with the neighbors. So she stepped out on her own and I never had to cross the street with her again.

A few years later my neighbor lady shared a concern with me that she had for her own daughter. She said every time her daughter came home from school she said how much she wished she was like my daughter. My daughter was so popular.

The lady was worried that her daughter was not making friends.

I asked my daughter to come and talk to the lady because I didn’t really know what to say.

The lady asked my daughter if anyone played with her daughter. She paused for a moment and then said, “She has friends.” She reassured the woman again and I could see the mother relaxing.

No mother wants their child to feel lonely. I understood.

There have been times when I have regretted that day I sat on the curb. Something changed between my daughter and me that day.

I realized that was the first day she flew without my wings covering her.

I could have kept her under my wings, sheltering her and protecting her.

Isn’t that what love is?

If I did that, she would have never flown solo, she wouldn’t have been strong enough.

Instead I forced her to take the gift of confidence and encouraged her to fly, demanded it even.

As she flew out from under my wings it was if I saw her beauty for the first time. Just her, not me and her, and she  gets more  beautiful and confident the higher she soars.

SHOULD YOU RECONCILE WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS ASKED YOUR FORGIVENESS?

This was a topic that I saw posted on a Christian Writer’s blog. It was a thought provoking question.

I was wrestling with this in my personal life. An ex-boyfriend was begging for forgiveness and reconciliation.

I had changed my phone number, blocked him from my email and now he had resorted to sending me letters, cards and dropping off food and gifts on my front porch.

Surely I should reconcile with this man. Right?

I was not at peace when I thought of reconciliation with this man.  I was finally living my life and enjoying it, how dare he disturb my joy.

He said that God had pointed out what he should ask forgiveness for.

Yeah, that’s right, now he was using the God card in his play for my heart.

I found his pleas for forgiveness self serving. Most of them revolved around the times he had pushed me away when I tried to show him affection.

I endured the cards for a week, then I put “Return to Sender” on the front and “STOP CONTACTING ME – we are over,” on the back. That card went back in the mailbox.

I went out to the mailbox the next afternoon because I felt bad. I didn’t want to hurt him. I guess it was much easier to hurt myself and my relationship with God.

The letter was gone. It had been sent.

I would have to deal with my guilt.

The next morning I was still battling the guilt and I started praying over the situation.

I received a revelation from God.

He hadn’t asked forgiveness for what God would want me to forgive him for.

The items he would have asked forgiveness for if he was truly hearing from God would have been:

#1 – Forgiveness for encouraging me to sin by having premarital sex. I had asked him several times to not pressure me to do that. The pressure continued.

#2 Forgiveness for disrespecting my intelligence and my worth as a human and for valuing me only for the sexual pleasure my body could give him and my outward beauty.

#3 Forgiveness for lying to me for four years, saying that he would move to my house and sell his.

#4 Forgiveness for lying to me about a relationship with another woman who may have had ill intentions for our relationship.

I don’t know who he heard, or if he was just making it all up. I doubt that he heard God. God does not speak through the Holy Spirit in contrast to what is written in His word.

Once i received wisdom from God, I let go of the guilt. I realized that I had chosen the right response.

Instead of reconciling with someone who would lead me back into sin, I chose to draw closer to God by walking away from reconciliation.

THE POWER OF PRAYER FOR A PRODIGAL SON

I provided for my children a Christian perspective as they were growing up. I took them to church every Wednesday night. Their father had them on the weekends so they didn’t go on Sundays.

I read them Bible stories. I attempted to be a good Christian mother. There were some things I could not change.

My daughter had always wanted a little sister. She didn’t get one. She got two brother instead.

Those two boys were best of friends and worst of enemies. I used to tell them they were both going to make excellent husbands because they would never do anything without the approval of the other.

They would also nitpick and tease each other to no end. At times there would be a boxing match, but they always had each other’s back.

It may be because of that that my daughter was so mean to them. She was especially mean to the older one.

He took this to the Lord in prayer and waited many years for an answer. There was none. He stopped believing that God was a God who cared.

He refused to go to church and when he went to go live with his father, at sixteen years old, he still didn’t go.

All I could do was pray for him.

Last summer, in August, the Holy Spirit laid it on my heart that his eternal destiny was at stake. I prayed, I cried, I even prayed in tongues over that boy.

At the end of the week I got a call from him. “Mom, I was in an accident with my scooter,” he said. “I broke my collar bone in three places.”

His stepmother was down in Florida and she was kind enough to set him up for surgery at a nearby hospital. Her best friend was a nurse who scheduled the surgeries. (Talk about a God intervention!)

I packed my bags and was on the way to Florida by the next afternoon.

On the way I thought about how much I had prayed for this boy’s soul. I had prayed for many years but when the Holy Spirit laid it on my heart to pray, I went into all out warfare over his soul.

I “pray without ceasing until I reach the point where I have the peace which passes all understanding.”

I don’t know what could have happened without the Holy Spirit laying  it on my heart to pray for this son’s soul. I think that  the assignment from the devil was to take his life.

If I had not been obedient, I fear that I would have been driving to Florida to bury this son, instead of taking care of him after his surgery.


AN INTERNET DATING SCAM

Several years ago I was approached by a scammer on an internet dating site.

The guy had his address listed in a nearby suburb and so when he contacted me I replied back. I wasn’t too interested – his occupation was landscaper.

When he started messaging me, he transformed from a landscaper nearby, to an oil executive in Nigeria, my hopes went up. That should have been the first warning sign. (No, not the hope, the Nigeria location, silly).

He sent me a picture and he was nice looking, not breathtaking, but better than average.

He had a son, I believe the son was staying in Holland. He had lost his wife in a tragic car accident. Second warning sign.

He tapped into my nurturing instinct and I was hooked. His instant messages became the highlight of my day. He seemed to have ESP as to when i was on the computer.

No wonder, the creep’s job was to scam. No need to walk away from a computer with that kind of job.

I never did talk to him on the phone. Thank God.

I really thought that a future would be possible with this man. (I know, sometimes i can be beyond naive.)

Then his story started getting weird. He said he had taken a day off to go shopping and had bought an antique bronze skull in the village. (Who the heck bronzes a skull?!!)

Then he said he didn’t have money to get the skull back to the states (btw oil executives always have money) and he wanted to give it to me.
Gosh, I thought about all of the things I wanted to buy for my house and the last thing I wanted as decoration in my beautiful home was a antique bronze skull! (Red flags were waving sky high).

He further said that I needed to be an interloper in a business transaction between someone who would pick something up from my mailbox and send it to Nigeria.

By the way he didn’t trust this person that was supposed to be coming to my mailbox, which happened to be right in front of my house.

WHAT?!!!

By this time there were many problems I had with this potential suitor.

Number 1 – He wanted to involve me in an international money transaction and there was NO WAY I WAS GOING TO DO THAT! (I could get myself thrown into jail for that kind of stupid.)

I watch my money like a hawk and if I don’t know where or what it is financing it stays in my pocket.

This man could be linked to terrorists, a drug cartel or he could just be a kid in a Nigerian sweat factory who preys on American women to scam them.

Number 2 – I do not enable people in their weaknesses. If this was really a business transaction, then he needed to pay for it.

Number 3 – Who in their right mind would buy an antique bronze head and pay $1,500 for it?

Number 4 – I am a single mother with three amazing children. Let me get this right…  He wanted me to give him my address to give to someone he didn’t trust?!!  

The answer is NOT IN MY LIFETIME!

I ended the scam by saying,”Sounds like quite the pickle you have gotten into but this is your pickle to deal with, not mine.”

No further instant messages came.

I did not lose one cent to this Nigerian.

What I did do was interact with the Nigerian. Keeping them busy. As they were luring me along in their deceit I was wasting their time.

What did they gain from all of lies? Nothing!

In the game of cons, I won. They wasted loads of time trying to scam me.

I played the game, holding the trump card of intelligent caution which I played in the last round.

YOU LOSE CON MAN!


BEING A CHRISTIAN – IS IT AN ACT OR A TRANSFORMATION?

When I was in high school it was my dream to be a movie star.

I liked the teacher who was the drama coach in high school. So it was an easy decision to audition for the one-act play.

The characters that I played were so out of the norm, that when I got on stage I knew I would have to leave my identity in the wings. I had was consumed by the character give justice to the role.  It was exhausting and yet exciting.

I never made it to Hollywood.

I missed the challenge of being someone else on stage.

As I began writing I noticed the same transition occurring.

During the first draft of my novel, I was writing a chapter where the main character was experiencing an emotional slaughter by her mother.After I wrote the chapter I “woke” up and realized I was sobbing uncontrollably. I had become the character.

As a Christian I have wrestled with allowing Christ to take over my life. It should be easy. I could do it for the characters I played and that I wrote about. Why couldn’t I do it for God?

The only answer I have to that question is that if I am truly a Christian it is not an act. There is no time when I am “off stage.”

There is a difference between acting and transforming. Too many Christians forget that, me included.