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WATER FROM A ROCK

No matter ones feelings about the bible, there are lessons to be learned, and disciplines to be applied.

An account in the book of Exodus finds Moses’ people grumbling at their accommodations while traveling in a wilderness. They had rebelled and turned away from God. Yet when they were hungry and thirsty complain to Moses and God, in anger. Life isn’t fair!

Moses feels responsible and pleas to God, asking for food and water. He is then instructed, by God, to strike his staff on a rock and water would flow.

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Did they deserve another intervention-another miracle? Well, the folks who drank from this streaming rock had already been rescued from slavery, through a parted sea! They showed no gratitude and continued to worship other gods-idols. The result of a rebellious attitude left them dissatisfied, demanding, disrespectful and disloyal to the Creator of all. Boy-oh-boy, if we saw such a miracle would we not believe in that God?   

Being wishy-washy in who we follow, we settle into a spiritual sickness that cannot be self-diagnosed, as a symptom of this disease is spiritual blindness. So naturally with out a Higher Power, feelings of being cheated and dissatisfaction will go hand in hand with this disease. 

The shadow of death entices us to desire things that will lead us away from the sustaining power of our Creator. The very things we are enticed to desire turn against us. Allow me to take you back to one of my journeys in the wilderness.

Finding myself in jail due to dealing drugs and firearms. I grumbled and minimized the crime I committed and was angry that I could not see my kids and life was empty without them. Had I not forfeited that right? Didn’t I set things in motion? Wasn’t this a consequence of crime? After feeling sorry for myself, I then focused on needing bail and a ride home. Bail was posted my mother-in-law, my husband picked me up and he, the kids and I broke bond by leaving the state.

When we were arrested again my children were dragged again through children’s services as we were extradited back home. Did I see this reality then? No!! I was blinded by what I thought I needed to survive. When I was finally released, I got my children back. However, within days I left them with my mother so I could seek drink and drugs, my higher power at the time. Substances that had led me to this distruction still promised to take me back to oblivion: away from the harsh treatment I had experienced. I did not know this or that I was spiritually sick and distant from the God I said I believed in. I would hit a few bottoms before surrendering and admitting that I played a significant part in my problems. not know that meanwhile other men and women who were addicted or behind bars were being lead to a program of recovery that leads to a Higher Power. That others turned to God just by studying the bible alone in their cells. They are given assurance of forgiveness from their Creator, gain spiritual wealth and freedom in this life, and hope of eternity!

They were experiencing a change of heart and mind, the perception of cleanliness on the inside for the first time in their lives. They had moments of clarity and took responsibilty for their actions.

Outwardly, they may remain in a cell, in the wilderness, will still face consequences and yet these men and women are changed. Their burdens are being lifted. They are placed on a path out of their hell, no matter how rocky or tangled. Outsiders witness a difference in their eyes, a difference in their manner and speech, as they replace dishonesty for honesty.  

Which is easier to believe? That life is against us and sets us up for failure? Or that there is an active living God showing up, through a rock flowing with water or through modern-day miracles? 

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I’m not very well-liked. No, let me try that again.

I am a particular flavor of bold personality, the type that is not well-liked in some environments. Take, for example, a well-established hierarchical-based company that relies on its employees not seeing, the whole picture in order to remain in their jobs. Indeed, I am not very well-liked there because I am a Disruptor. I speak the truth no one else there dares to speak due to its disruptive nature. I can’t help it. That’s what I do. Even my mom tells me this frequently, although when she does it comes with negative connotations.

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To Learn is to Stretch

I am a bonafide boomer. yet my mind draws on nostalgic thinking of the good old days. Coming from the rural south, my experiences reflected more of the late forties lifestyle, kerosene lamps, space heaters. Any convenience was manufactured out of wood, tin, or iron. Stainless steel and chrome were the new darlings in industry and clockwork.

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LADY JAYNE, “READY OR NOT HERE I COME”

As if a Jack-in-a-Box opened its lid, the fragments of a young girl’s life were now being exposed refusing to stay dormant and silent. Therapists far and wide have seen enough to identify the Lady Jayne, part of me as the “Child Within”. A young girl, so damaged she had forgotten to grow up was trying to be heard. When I started the AA program and was offered literature from a friend on the subject, I must admit I foo-fooed the idea. Child within? Nonsense! Well before you foo-foo it, allow Lady Jayne to tell her tale.

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REACHING THE SKY

Living on a Missouri farm in a township that should be named ’Middle of Nowhere’, days go on endlessly for a child. There are daily chores and school activities with each day running into the next. Some days are more memorable if a windstorm comes through and we must scramble to bed all the animals. Even the long snow day that begins near Thanksgiving and ends in February, if we are lucky, becomes mundane. How many days of sledding and cocoa can a child actually enjoy?

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THE MAN IN MY LITTLE GIRL’S LIFE

1966 I was 9, the year before, my Mom had found a way to convince my Dad to bring us up north to live and then she separated from him. The year would consist of him showing up drunk and unannounced, shattering glass with a bloody hand and head peering in. Mom is beaten, furniture and dishes were broken, until we moved to a house where the Dad did not tolerate violence or destruction, then mother and I settled into a brief period of calm.  

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Homeward Bound

A mile south of town center in a sleepy town in southern Ohio, the road passes the county fairgrounds then dips forty feet or so into a valley of rich farmland. Face on, the house resembled a child’s face, two large second-story windows with metal awnings for eyelids and the front door centered for a surprised look. The porch is simple wood planks a nearly flat roof with four unturned wooden posts.

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A World of Leisure

In the postwar ’50s, modern appliances came into being with a promise to ease the backbreaking chores of homemaking. A vacuum , dishwasher, microwave, and a telephone all came with the promise of more leisure time; to rest, go out of the house, to drive, or look for more fulfilling work.

Fast-forward, I sit at my kitchen table-dishwasher emptied and loaded by 7 am- coffee dripped- Eggo popped-I consume calories while connecting my Bluetooth to my ear. First phone call by 8 am, then shower, dress and place luggage on the porch to wait for the cab.

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Spiritual Warfare the Battle is Real

Enduring abuse since infancy I was tormented with nightmares and symptomatic PTSD. However further insight exposed spiritual bondage that attached to my soul before I was aware, with the ability to influence my thoughts and behaviors. A spiritual malady went undetected for years and had not been addressed in my recovery program and not understood in my church. When father died memories surfaced. Counseling: led me to think it was dealt with. However, when mother died strange things began to happen in my home, to me and my family. So blatant were the attacks I no longer had the luxury to stay in denial, under the label of dysfunction. The battle between good and evil is real.

Coming out on the other side, I am living fully and contentedly with gratitude for God’s care and protection. To honor the little girl that I blamed for so long and her brothers; Lady Jayne will now tell her story. While she speaks, I am constructing a manuscript for publishing.  Beyond the book I feel called to find others like me who need a companion while breaking the bonds of our enemy and to give guidance and encouragement to freedom.

I call the one who binds us the shadow of death. As his shadow permeates all areas of our life experience. Also the shadow offers no life sustaining light. My prayers are to touch all who visit!