Thursday, February 28, 2013

Humility's Honeymoon

Anyone personally acquainted with me knows that I love The Honeymooners.  I do.

Though the show's actual performances in the 1950s were considerably before my era, I was one of thousands of loyal New Yorkers who enjoyed watching late-night reruns of the Classic 39 episodes on WPIX Channel 11 throughout my childhood.

I now own all of the lost episodes also and, since purchasing them over a year ago, I've been in Honeymooners heaven!  BANG! ZOOOOM!!  ;0)

One of the main reasons I love the early sitcom so is the bottom-line love affair between the focal points of the legendary series, Ralph and Alice Kramden.  Anyone even slightly familiar with the series knows the drill regarding the decades-long marriage between ordinary Gotham Bus Company driver Ralph and his long-suffering but pretty wife Alice.  Ralph is a lovable, loud-mouthed, get-rich-quick fiend constantly plotting would-be success stories with his sidekick and upstairs neighbor Edward L. Norton, masterfully portrayed through the years by acute comic sensitive, Art Carney.

"The Honeymooners"
(Public Domain photo)
Readers of Daddy's Girl know the Lord has a knack for highlighting prophetic principles in pretty much any program I've ever enjoyed.   Believe it or not, dear ones, The Honeymooners is no exception.  I particularly love the portion of the episode (in the Classic 39 series) called, "The Safety Award", where Daddy showcases humility's power to break the back of pride any place, any time.  Honeymoonies, see if you recall this sequence:

The Situation

Ralph has been notified he has the bus company's best driving record for the year and will receive an official "Safety Award" down at City Hall.  He and Alice invite Ed and his wife Trixie (endearingly portrayed by Joyce Randolph) to attend the lunchtime ceremony.  They'll have pictures taken and afterwards meet the mayor - a huge thrill back then!

The Dilemma

The Kramdens are nearly ready to leave for downtown when Ed's wife Trixie walks in wearing the exact dress design Alice is wearing... the two are shocked at the news.  Instead of one woman conceding to change outfit for the sake of the occasion, the two butt heads and lock horns in stubborn pride; refusing not only to change dresses, but now even to attend Ralph's big event!

POW! RIGHT IN THE KISSER came the enemy's insidious blow of vanity and pride to snuff out all the joy and laughter from Ralph's special day.

But God had other plans.

The Plot Thickens

Alice sits at the kitchen table, resolute in decision not to change her dress.  You can see pride and anger forming a hardening crust around the edges of her emotions, heading for her heart as the hour approaches noon.   Since the group were already running late, this rift between Alice and Trixie made each tick of the clock deafening to Ralph's ears.  So he pleads with her, appealing first to her sense of long-term relationship with Trixie.

"Alice, do you mean to tell me that you are going to let 14 years of friendship with Trixie be broken up over a dress?!"

To which Alice answers, "YES, if it's the same dress!"

"I can't believe it," Ralph sighs, "this is ridiculous!"

Alice is silent.

Ralph gestures in one last plea, tossing his hand toward the city and saying, exasperated, "Do you realize we have to be there in just a few minutes?"

To that Alice rises and, with arched, obstinate brows delivers what the enemy was certain would be the death blow to Ralph's day and even his confidence in the love and devotion of his wife:

"Well, I'm sorry, Ralph," she says, shaking her hard head, "it looks like you'll just have to go without me."

None of the room's molecules move, and Ralph stands stunned before her.  Then it happens.

Humility to the Rescue

"Go without you?"  He looks like a five-year-old boy as He repeats, "Go WITHOUT you?" Then he steps near her, looks right in her eyes with that bottom-line love of his and says,

"ALL the fun of receiving the award is having YOU by my side when they give it to me..."

That part of the scene always stirs tears in me and sometimes still does make me cry because, folks, Ralph didn't say part  of the fun, or even most  of the fun... no, this big hairy-knuckled bus driver looked at his loving wife of umpteen years and stated, with all abandon, that ALL of the fun, satisfaction, and worthwhile quality of being rewarded for safe miles HE drove behind the wheel of his bus through the snow and the sleet and the rain would utterly disappear if he did not receive the award in the company of his dear Alice.  Chokes me up even now.

But God's work through Ralph's humility and love tugs my heart even more.


Alice's entire countenance softens at those words.  She loves Ralph, after all - genuinely and truly - and her love for him goes beyond her vanity or pride.  He humbled himself to her.  She knew when the words from her big, soft-hearted, man carried sincerity, and she never failed to meet him on their balcony of humble love and loyalty.

God's humility breaks the back of pride as Alice softly replies, "All right, Ralph... I'll go change."

HALLELUJAH, folks!  Ain't that grand?!  Isn't it JUST LIKE our God?  Glory!

[Now, die-hard Honeymoonies know that Alice actually ends up wearing the dress because of Trixie's loving concessions.  But, to me, that's even further proof of the love of God through the powerful onset of His humility in the lives of "bottom-line" friends and lovers.] the Moon!
Daddy's Girl  =0)

"... fervent in spirit, serving the Lord."
(Romans 12:11b) 

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Loving Condescension

I love contemplating Daddy's power.  The truth of its magnificence absolutely floors me.  The gift of discerning of spirits further promotes my awe but, really, all anyone needs is an earnest love for Him and a properly-functioning mind to be utterly dazzled.

Believe it or not, I think what awes me most about God's power is how unassuming He is about it.  For one thing, pride is not in His nature; but another solid point I see is, when you have it all (and I mean all), why flaunt it?

God delights in loving condescension.  Good thing He does, too, because there's nothing and no one greater than Him so in everything, except for His communion with the Godhead, He must condescend.  He told me once that "loving" condescension never stoops to make one feel 'low', but reaches down to 'bring one up'.  I think that's marvelous.  I'm grateful He feels that way.  Loving condescension; God wears it well.

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I recall being at a conference one summer where, during service, folks really began jumping and shouting and dancing and screaming in joy... one woman just jumped up and down in place, shaking her head feverishly from side to side like she was on fire.  She was.  In the spirit realm, she looked like a deer leaping in place.  One Pastor became a spiritual whirlwind right beside me and I felt and saw the heat and supernatural activity in that place like rarely before... something VERY special was happening.

Then very slowly, like a transition of movie scenes, Holy Spirit revealed to me a glimpse of Daddy on His Throne and, suddenly, it became completely clear why the room had burst into such spiritual flames.  Holy Spirit showed me the form of Abba's beautiful head amid staggering white light, and within that light His head turned slowly, and He intently fixed His eyes on the group of us worshiping.

[Paraphrasing] - Your diligence and loyalty in worship and praise has caught the Father's special attention, Holy Spirit indicated.  Saints, just from the focus of God's glorious head and eyes upon this gathering, the wind of the Spirit's holy manifestations went wild in that place! Talk about the power of His gaze!  Whewwee!  See what I mean?  HALLELUJAH!

God looks - the earth and everything in it changes!  We entered into supernatural spontaneous combustion in that place just because the Holy Heavenly Father's specific attentions turned to us... our hearts got His notice in particular, such that He actually turned and looked at us.  Now, did He need to turn and look in order to see us?  Of course not.  He allowed the vision to be conveyed that way to emphasize His heart being pierced by our  worship and total agreement in that place.  Abba always appreciates that.

Daddy loves the undivided attention of His kids, and we were giving it to Him in one accord. Amen.  Remember another fantastic thing that happened when a group of God's children were "all with one accord in one place"?  Sure you do:
"When the Day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place.  And suddenly there came a sound from Heaven, as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting.  Then there appeared to them divided tongues, as of fire, and one sat upon each of them.  And they were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance." (Acts 2:1-4)
Unity and agreement are paramount to experiencing the mighty power of God's presence. Amen, and that blows us away!  It seems the power of God is most greatly evoked by His love for His creation and their loving response.  God is a good God, indeed. He is THE all-powerful, overflowing well of substance for the entire cosmos, and yet He thinks nothing of sitting on creaky, wooden steps beside a child joyfully playing Jacks.  (Remember Ball and Jacks?)

He did not think Himself too lofty literally to be born among animals and placed in a manger. Nothing about Him was too exalted to touch and heal lepers crying for His help, or to stand still to recognize a woman who'd finally stopped bleeding uncontrollably, because His virtue touched her faith.  God's loving condescension... that's power, y'all.  Hallelujah!

That's our God!

Worshiping Him in total awe,
Daddy's Girl

"... fervent in spirit, serving the Lord."
(Romans 12:11b)

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Choose to Praise Him

Good morning, folks!  It's a new day!

The enemy has tried to steal my joy today, but I'm not relinquishing it.  Nuh-uh!  Honey, I am grabbing hold of the Lord in hope and praise because I want to, and His JOY is mine for the asking because of what our Big Brother Jesus did on the cross over 2,000 years ago! 

I'm clutching His promises concerning powerful change within me, because I choose to and because He's got a WONDERFUL track record, Saints!  He's done so much inside my heart already!

I'm celebrating His day of "new beginnings" with the Glory Shield website He's mightily commissioned, because it's an extreme point of joy for me, and the enemy can't take it away.  Don't you love it when you can stick out your tongue at that bum (while wearing your Jesus T-shirt) and tell him he has no place in you?  I sure love it.  My mom used to say:

satan's mad and I'm glad...
he lost a soul that he thought he had...
that's what satan's grumbling about!

Well, my friends, to that I say - TOO BAD! I'm pushing my cap to the front of my head (just like Popeye), rolling up my sleeves and deciding... choosing here and now - today - to praise the Lord and BE GLAD!  Yaay!

Psalm 150

Praise God in His sanctuary;
Praise Him in His mighty firmament!

Praise Him for His mighty acts;
Praise Him according to His excellent greatness!

Praise Him with the sound of the trumpet;
Praise Him with the lute and harp!

Praise Him with the timbrel and dance;
Praise Him with stringed instruments and flutes!

Praise Him with loud cymbals;
Praise Him with clashing cymbals!

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.


Smiling in Jesus,
Daddy's Girl

"... fervent in spirit, serving the Lord."
(Romans 12:11b)

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Glory Shield Ministries: A New "Song"!

I used to think my identity was in being my mother's daughter.  In being her protector and champion, you know, that sort of thing.

It wasn't until much later in life, after she died, that God taught me otherwise.  Daddy calls the lives of His beloved "songs" - isn't that so like Him?  And by degrees, He eased the knowledge into me that my song was not my mother's song; neither was her song mine. He also let me know very gently, yet persuasively, that it is okay for our songs to be different. In truth, Abba very often plans it that way.  Even in circumstances of dedicated service to Him, like in the Levitical line for instance - who you are is not found in what you do, so all of their songs were not the same, even though their priestly homage to God basically was.

I find that fascinating and, honestly, a relief.

One man's floor is another man's ceiling... I've heard that metaphor all my life, and it's true. However, I don't relate to it in the sense of one man's trash is another man's treasure - not at all.  Rather, I look at it as what one person has gone through and now uses as his stabilizing foundation for future learning (the "floor"), may be a truth and a knowledge still above another man's head for which he is still reaching (the "ceiling").  Both the floor and the ceiling represent valuable Godly truths, IMO, and a person's stage of grasping those truths should always be kindly considered.  That kindness is part of God's character.  I've said all of this to say that, as of tomorrow, my song - yet again - is changing.


I've got a new website.  God has entrusted me with GLORY SHIELD MINISTRIES (Online), friends and, Lord willing, it flashes on the air with all Godly benefits and humble offerings tomorrow morning, February 24, 2013.   Its URL is simple - - of course, with all the http stuff included, and its internet outreach by the hand of Almighty God is going to be one of the best things God has ever given me in terms of my "song" in Him.

[It's a powerful work I've been called by Him to do, but it is not my identity; He's caused me to know that.  Who I am in Him remains the same, no matter... I am His grateful, smiling DAUGHTER - baptized into His family by Christ's redeeming blood sacrifice according to Abba's holy, redemptive plan.]

Glory Shield has been my floor and my ceiling in what Christ did in realizing this for me. He's the Author of all my beautiful dreams.  I've specifically made known to Him my desire to teach the Body of Christ how adorably wonderful, approachable, and splendid the Godhead is.  Some people trip over the term Godhead, but I don't - it is simply the supernatural fullness of the three persons of Jehovah God revealed in Christ Jesus the Lord.
"Beware lest anyone cheat you through philosophy and empty deceit, according to the tradition of men, according to the basic principles of the world, and not according to Christ.  For in Him dwells all the fullness of the Godhead, bodily; and you are complete in Him, who is the head of all principality and power." (Col. 2:8-10)
That's not Sharon spouting there, my friends - that's scripture.  Period.  And the Lord, through many painstaking spiritual deliverances and surgeries, has acquainted me with each person of that Godhead indwelling Christ.  I AM HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE!

He's begging to do the same for everyone.  Not wanting to know the Godhead as the Godhead is agreeing with the enemy's desire to cheat you of an integral part of your rightful inheritance in Christ... a right He died to secure for all of us. 

That's the truth.

They love and adore us all so much... all I want to do is allow further expression of Their collective heart to come through me, to blow through me and, in God's power at, I will do just that!


Come join me in prayer and blessing as I dance on God's merciful floor and reach for His ever-brightening and glorious ceiling!  In Christ's Name, I welcome you to harmonize with the song He's put in my heart.  By God's will and power, its full melody is about to begin in a whole new way.
"For the Lord God is a sun and SHIELD; the Lord will give grace and GLORY; no good thing will He withhold from they that walk uprightly."  (Psalm 84:11)

Really, really excited in Jesus...
Daddy's Girl

"... fervent in spirit, serving the Lord."
(Romans 12:11b)

Thursday, February 21, 2013

From Youth to Gray Hairs He's Kept Us

I read a tea tag once that said, "40 is the old age of youth, and 50 is the youth of old age."

The clock's ticking.

I don't mind it, though; and I still remember being a kid.  It took 40 years for any gray hair to show up on my head, but now they're popping out faster than I can count them.  So what. Truthfully (and I do mean truthfully), I love every single one of them.  Gray hair is found quite often among the Godly, scripture says.  It took 40 long years of wilderness living for me to get mine, and Daddy has been faithful to me through it all.  He's earned the hoary hairs, not me - and now I'm nearly 50.  That's really what this post is about... yet again, His unending faithfulness and, yet again, my eternal gratitude for it.
Psalm 71:6
"By You I have been upheld from birth; You are He Who took me out of my mother's womb. My praise shall be continually of You."
Isaiah 46:3
"Listen to Me, O house of Jacob, and all the remnant of the house of Israel who have been upheld by Me from birth, who have been carried from the womb:  Even to your old age, I Am He, and even to gray hairs I will carry you!  I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you."
Those verses are fantastic.  The truth of the Lord's faithfulness through David, and then the truth of the Living God's own pledge of faithfulness to Israel out of His own mouth.  Amen.

The Lord deserves our obeisance every day, Saints.  Bow down before Him in worship at your own homes and bedrooms and private living space.  Bowing down before Him, prostrating ourselves before Him and surrendering - head to toe - ourselves to His whole will in our lives is the least we can do to honor His everlasting faithfulness and good will toward us every day of this world.  Oh, He is worthy... so worthy to be worshiped and praised.  HE IS OUR GOD, and beside Him there is no other.

Merciful God, with my whole heart I give and re-give... I dedicate and rededicate my entire life to You this day and every day.  I love You, O, Lord and Your goodness did bring me forth from my mother's womb to praise You and honor You all the days that I live.

From youth unto gray hairs You have kept me through everything - through all of my living - and You have healed my backsliding... therefore, I will put nothing between You and my obedience and voice of praise to You ALWAYS, in Jesus' Name.  Amen.

He's done the same thing for you, hasn't He, Saints?

Go into a room, even if it literally is closet space, and bow down before Him; hit your knees and then hit your face and LOVE ON HIM like you've never done it before, and He will bless your heart and mind and will and emotions like never before, because you will enable Him to reach you in a deep place that, perhaps, you haven't hitherto made accessible to His love.

That's what I did; and I found out that, when we bow before Him, He doesn't swell with pride... rather, He rushes over to us and crowns us with mercy and loving kindness and His protections and favor and every other spiritual crown He can think of - while we're wholly submitted to Him - to strengthen us more than ever when we return to our feet.

While on my knees, He told me once, "keep bowing, daughter, so I can crown you with blessing."  THAT'S WHAT HE DOES when we bow or lay, prone, at His feet... thank You, Jesus.

O, God above gods - who is ever ever like unto Thee?  We bless Your Holy Name. Amen.

Bowing before Him forever,
Daddy's Girl

"... fervent in spirit, serving the Lord."
(Romans 12:11b)

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Beary Loving & Protective - that's our God!

Billions of folks love and collect stuffed bears in all shapes and sizes.  I'm one of them.
Spiritually speaking, bears are symbolic of anger.  I think that's fascinating; mainly because of the obvious counter for that I can see in Daddy granting me a love of the stuffed variety that are all cute and cuddly and can't harm a flea.

In truth, bears in general remind me of Him.  Yes, all warm, supple, and harmless, but also fiercely protective and possessive of their kids - I like that in a bear.  I love it in Daddy.

"Nubble" Bear
Friendly scenery while writing!
This little guy (at right) is a fairly recent addition to my collection.  His name is Nubble because my twin sister Lynette and I brought him home from Maine a couple of years ago when we visited the Nubble Light lighthouse.

Adorable, isn't he?  He sits on my desk while I write and I enjoy giving his tummy an occasional scratch.

Okay, I'm a mush... what of it?  ;0)

Daddy's a "mush", too, and I see a little bit of Him symbolized in every member of my bear collection.  When it comes to protecting His "cubs" from the danger of enemy assault, Abba becomes this hulking, teethy, sharp-clawed rescuer ready to disembowel anyone and anything attempting to encroach upon the hedge of protection erected around His beloved.  (Absolutely LOVE that imagery!)  But when He gets back to the den where His cubs are nestled trustingly in safety and warmth, He becomes the soft-bellied embodiment of nurturing, care, and sympathy; maneuvering His muscular girth into a soft, spongy pillow for the comfort of His kidlets.  There's nothing like Abba's love and protection, Saints. Nothing.
Arthur, Libby, Buttercup, Lilac, and Bill Bear
Here's more of the gang.  They're just a sample of the joy I derive from picturing my loving Heavenly Father captured in the furry labor of somebody's love, and then grabbing the cuddly rep from a boutique shelf or playful pile in a department store. Toward His creation, kisses and hugs are what Daddy is truly all about and, simultaneously, He is the enemy's greatest nightmare.Gotta love it!  Hug Him with your whole heart today, friends; it will do Him all the good in the world.
"The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms; He will thrust out the enemy from before you, and will say 'Destroy'." (Deuteronomy 33:27)
In His Loving, Protective Arms...
Daddy's Girl

"... fervent in spirit, serving the Lord."
(Romans 12:11b)

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Faithful God, Faithful Prose

As most of you know, I love poetry.  Many writers do.

Though every day in Jesus is sweet, 2009 was an extremely fruitful year for me.  God redefined the word "prolific" for me in many ways but, especially in the desires of my heart in writing.  He enabled me to self-publish writings He'd given me in previous years, and He filled my heart with His faithful prose to bless my life and the lives of others.  The work I'm sharing today is one I wrote that year for a young woman in our fellowship who is learning to step out strongly in Christ.  It was written to encourage her on her birthday, and contains that verbiage... but I believe its truth stands for all those needing to be reminded of the faithfulness and love of God.  Enjoy.

(A Poem for Nikki Green)
Copyright © 2009 Sharon J. Gramling. All Rights Reserved

God is with you wherever you go,
constantly watching so you’ll always know
that He realizes what you’re going through,
the thoughts you think, the things you do.

Christ is with you wherever you are;
He’s riding with you ‘shotgun’ in your car.
He’s blessing the good things, forgiving the bad,
and He’ll be your best friend or mother or dad
When you’re far away and no voice is near,
His voice lives inside you, my dear, NEVER FEAR.

Holy Spirit is with you to talk you straight through
the toughest exam, the stickiest goo
your emotions encounter – He’ll always be true.
He’ll always be gentle, and loving, and fair;
He’ll teach you and tender your heart to His care.

So know that your birthday will mark one more year
that God has been faithful to dry every tear.
He will remain faithful the rest of your life,
above and beyond all confusion and strife
He’ll love you and hold you in His Gentle arms,
and bless you and know you and keep you from harm.

He is Faithful!
(Deut. 7:9-10)

I pray your hearts are blessed and encouraged by these words and by every touch of Daddy's hand as you worship and praise Him with joy on this glorious Sunday.  :0)

Loving His Faithfulness,
Daddy's Girl

"... fervent in spirit, serving the Lord."
(Romans 12:11b)

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Healing Testimony

God is a healer.

Certainly He is a restorer of broken lives in every way concerning our hearts, mind, wills, and emotions... but I don't know how many times I pointedly give Him props for being the God of my body, superior in every way to every sickness, pain, or malady that may confront me.  Let me do that now, with a testimony.

In 1998 I had five pedunculated fibroid tumors removed from my uterus.  Upon first diagnosis, the lady GYN I saw swore up and down - purely from sight evaluation - that I was  eight months pregnant and just not aware of it.  Now, I have heard stories to that effect in the lives of other women having "surprise" babies, but none of their conceptions were... well, immaculate.  Mine would had to have been, because in July 1998 I was still a virgin, and I told her so.

She had me pee in a cup anyway, and then apologized all over herself when test results confirmed my veracity.  (I was by no means the virgin Mary, you understand... but I had never been with a man at that point and, therefore, was not pregnant.)

This GYN was astonished at how I could literally move the tumorous mass from one side of my abdomen to the other... it kinda flipped her out a bit.  But later, a more experienced physician pointed out that their "mobility" was an excellent indicator of their benign nature.  A malignant growth, he said, would attach itself to an organ and feed off of it, in a fixed position.

Another funny but not funny situation occurred when an ultra sound technician examined me and saw all of the masses on the screen.  As she marked mass after mass (remember there were five of them), she grew more quiet.  At the exam's end she wasn't speaking to me at all... no clever, cheery, distracting phrases to get the patient's mind off of what was happening; no coughs or burps - no nothing.  Clearly, she was afraid for me.

She was only the ultra sound technician, after all; no one had told her what kind of tumors these were (if they had - she had totally forgotten).  She just knew my uterus was full of them in graduating sizes, from plum to cantaloupe, and it disturbed her greatly.  As I hopped down from the examining table, she clutched my hand briefly and did everything but cross herself and burst into tears before leaving.  My heart went out to her because I knew she didn't know the full story; it just looked bad.

See, Daddy had already told my then fiance and I that there was no cancer of any kind in the tumors and that I should have them removed.  Moreover, He assured us no harm would come to any of my reproductive organs as a result of surgery.

As always, He was absolutely right.

I came out of seven hours of surgery with my uterus and ovaries intact and relieved of all the pedunculated, stalky, fibrous growths afflicting me; their total weight was 8 lbs.!  The nurses on my floor told me that those tumors were "the talk" that day.  Everyone was amazed at the group shot of them which doctors and nurses passed around like a loving cup.

I looked at the photo so that I would always remember what God had done for me.  I cover these words with the Blood of Jesus:  I am healthy, well, and whole at this very moment... and have been since they were removed nearly 15 years ago.  Praise His Holy Name.

Saints, like so many others, I am here to tell you that Jehovah is the God of your body.  He is the God of my body, and it is His word over us that will stand.  HIS report I believe, and none other.

The enemy could not coax me into ignoring the problem or into being afraid of it like that sweet sonogram tech... but he tried.  It was Holy Spirit's covering that maintained me in faith.  He healed me completely back then, and He mercifully heals all of us, every day, of dangers and illnesses seen and unseen.  Who is like Him, Saints?!  Who?

God says YES to the enemy's no; and NO to the enemy's yes.  Abba God is fully in charge. Bless His Mighty Name! Hallelujah!  Amen.

Whose report will you believe?

Praising Him ALWAYS,
Daddy's Girl

"... fervent in spirit, serving the Lord."
(Romans 12:11b)

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Daddy Loves and Watches, Always

Have you ever seen a child on a playground call out to their parents, incessantly, shouting the phrase, "Watch me!" I once saw a little boy call that out to his dad on his way to a sliding board.  He repeated that phrase energetically as he walked to the slide, climbed the slide, and went down the slide.  At the bottom of the slide, the phrase changed from "watch me!" to "Dad, did you see?!"

I laughed and shook my head.

Kids are great... so real, so "out there" in honesty and innocence.  Their pure hearts are highly favored by God.  Amen.

Like rolling over softly in bed, my mind caressed Holy Spirit's comforting reminder that Daddy "watches" and "sees" me always.  As His creation, and as His daughter, He never takes His all-seeing eyes off of me.  He also sees and discerns all things in and about my every nuance of emotion; not just the things I actually do.  Like junior slide-man and his dad at the playground, God's watching me have fun, but He knows so much more than that.  He sees and knows the joy I feel in anticipation of the ride, during the ride, and after.  He sees and knows the doting of my heart that makes me lift my head and eyes to Him to see if He saw me or not.  He knows my motivation and takes note of it.  He knows I want to be "noticed" by Him, and He doesn't chide me for that.  He knows that I love Him.  That's right... I love Him.

The thought of God's eyes ever upon me carries the same satisfaction I enjoy when a dollop of honey reclines on my tongue.  (Some prefer chocolate - I like honey.)  All of my glands deliver their substance to embrace the essence and flavors of the nectar soaking my taste buds.  Christ's attentions affect me that way because I know He is the true Lover of my soul.  This is how He feels about me and about all of those who love Him in the Beauty of Holiness:
"Hear Me, O, Royal One:
You are My Beloved Seed, My resurrected, compassionate one.  I love your footsteps and every motion of your heart toward Me.  You are My 'Royal Seed'; My Queen and Inheritor of  My Kingdom.  It is yours, beloved - it is yours by precept and intimacy with Me.  My 'secrets' are your secrets - to know them and to know Me.  I have reserved your 'love' for Me, beloved, and now you wear it like a garment, for you are worthy of it due to My love for you.  My love for you is intense and 'fierce'.  Intense in its depths and passionate embrace of you and those who wear and embrace My precepts; and fiercely defeating the realm of the enemy on your behalf and on behalf of all My Beloved.  I love you.  I always have, and I always will.  I love you.  I love you.  Amen.  Amen.  Amen."
Those words are for all who hunger and thirst after Him, dear friends.  They are for you today if you love the mention of His Name and His fiery heart of love for you.  If you collapse in pleasure and worship before Him, alone in your room with the doors closed and the lights out, the shades drawn, and your heart open you know exactly what it is to have and see His love embrace you and be swept away by His favor and circumstance all around you, enveloping you easily and gently in the waves and warmth of His presence.  You know the passion that exists in "knowing" the holy heart of your Beloved and in letting Him seal and possess your heart for Him.  His hands are extended to everyone.  O, how He wants you to know... and to know... and to know.

For those yet to know and for those running from Him, His love is still the same; fierce and audible to the ears of your most earnest desires to be loved and held and known and accepted. It is He Who your soul craves.  Amen, it is He and none other.

He is always watching.  He is always caring, and He is always loving you and me.

Merciful Father, dear Jesus, precious Holy Spirit - You Three are my love and Lord forever. Your LOVE is better than life. I press You to my bosom and burst my love upon Your breast. Amen, I bury my heart and head and soul and life in Your abiding love, forever. I love You.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Daddy's Girl


 "... fervent in spirit, serving the Lord."
(Romans 12:11b)

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Trust Issues

I started thinking about trust issues and how God has had to work me through them over the years.  The simple scenario of a road builder came to mind.  A clean, handsome, skilled, architect of asphalt replete with hard hat, goggles, gloves, red shirt, blue jeans and steel-toed boots stood up in my mind's eye; it delighted me to picture the man as Christ.

Christ's road was perfectly constructed.  Though long and narrow, it was pristine, straight, and led travelers directly to its purported destination with clear, accurate signage throughout.

Naturally, to the left of the holy builder's gorgeous road was another path scraped broadly, almost intrusively into a rocky, pitted landscape.  The foreman of that construction was dirty, sweaty, and wore no protective gear at all.  He had a rugged, masculine, devil-may-care stance and build.  A permanent smirk parted his lips just enough to be irritating, and the "road" he built twisted through weeds to a dead end.  I don't really need to name this guy, do I?  (Hint: His favorite tool is a hole digger.)

What at first might seem obvious in terms of road choice isn't always.  If it were, no one (especially me) would ever make a mistake or commit sin.  Think about it.  So many times God has had to pull me off of the dirty, sweaty hunk (who secretly desires to slit my throat) because my flesh finds him attractive.  It's why scripture says that sin, for a season, is pleasurable.  Hey, what healthy woman doesn't want to touch a hunky man's muscular chest?  Unfortunately, being led around by the flesh usually blinds me to road conditions, because the last thing I'm focused on is my feet.

So Daddy in His mercy waits until my  heart is open to Him, and He sends His invitation to venture down His clear road, along the straight path.  But do I trust Him?

After all, He is not trying to seduce me with fleshly delights. He offers only truth and - to the flesh - truth is boring, isn't it?  So it's up to me to allow Holy Spirit to remind me of the absolute pleasures and safety found only in knowing Abba as my road builder.  Comparing things like peace of mind, intense joy, acceptance, and wholeness to flash-in-the-pan titillation is really no contest.  No need for a long list of fleshly descriptives because they're all summed up in one word:  deception.  That's all the enemy has to offer, isn't it?

Then why, so often, have I chosen the wrong road?
Why do I still, occasionally, choose the wrong road?

Trust issues.

When you completely trust a road is going to safely and unfailingly bring you to the right place - you take it.  Every single time unless, of course, you're crazy (but that's another blog post entirely).  That's what the Lord continually exposes in me as I walk further along His path of deliverance to complete wholeness, health, and healing.  When I'm tempted to kick a can, shove dejected hands into my pockets, and hang my head in discouragement He picks me up, lifts my chin with His warm finger, and comforts me with  approving eyes.  "Brick by brick," He always says.  I just love Holy Spirit.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not to your own understanding.  In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths."          (Proverbs 3:5-6)
The bare truth is God is entirely trustworthy.  He's batting 1,000 and has never let anyone down, ever - but the enemy is the poster boy of failure.  So it's up to me.  It's up to us.  Trust is a choice to refuse the whining and enticements of the flesh - or not.

Friends, let's ask God to enable us to stretch out on the truth of His word, for He is faithful.   His word also says He sets before us life and death and urges us to choose life so that we and our seed will live.  With every step I take down Christ's road to life eternal, it becomes clearer to me that the flesh is never what it's cracked up to be, and every single wink and smirk of the enemy leads only to a dead-end.  So let's ask Holy Spirit to put our flesh in a sound-proof room, where we cannot hear its depraved prodding to follow the filthy road builder.

He will.  We can trust Him.

Praising His Worthy Name,
Daddy's Girl

"... fervent in spirit, serving the Lord."
(Romans 12:11b)

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Show Discouragement the "Door"!

I love it when Holy Spirit does an end-run around the enemy on my behalf.  He's done that today.  He lifts my spirit in Him to the point where I am untouchable.  The enemy's darts, assignments, attacks, assaults, and ambushes do me no harm, and I am lost in the Godhead's unstoppable joy.  I love it when that happens.

Today, God's word mentioned discouragement - something I've been hounded by lately but haven't given in to, thank God.  I've shed a tear or two, but nothing has grabbed me like the forces of evil desired, and I have God to thank for that.   God's prophetic teaching admonished us to have nothing to do with discouragement.  God called it a cancer that desires to drag us away from everything He has intended for us in every direction of life. That is so right.  God's words are so timely, Saints.

What came to my mind as I thought about His words and, in praise and worship, resolved yet again to take His path and hold on to His hand was Paul and Silas in that prison in Philippi.  You remember, right?  Amid chains and all that stench and filth and discomfort, they were singing... not the top 40 hit parade, either... they were singing praises to their God.  To their God Who is also OUR God!  We all remember what happened after that, too, don't we? Let's see...
"But at midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the prisoners were listening to them.  Suddenly there was a great earthquake, so that the foundations of the prison were shaken; and immediately all the doors were opened and everyone's chains were loosed." (Acts 16:25-26)
Focus on God in praise and worship releases all chains - particularly those of discouragement.  I also think it's really cool that God called discouragement "cancer", because that strikes a note in me that other vernacular wouldn't.  Friends, who in their right mind wants cancer? Certainly no one I know, including me.  Admitting discouragement past the doors of my mind and heart, spirit and body is just like swallowing live, active, cancer cells and letting them rob my life and health and strength... I wouldn't do that in the natural for any amount of promises or money.  Why on earth, then, would I even consider giving in to discouragement's plans for my spiritual demise?  No way.  I've decided, y'all.  Not me. Thank You, Jesus.

Look up to our God in Heaven and thank Him for all He's done for you in every way.  He is our help and our life and our strength; He is our Source and our JOY forever, Saints.  We can't look at things that are not as though they are not... that's NOT faith.  We always want to hold on to Jesus and, with a smile in our hearts (not just on our faces), call those things that are not as though they ARE.  God will honor that.  He knows it's not easy down here; He's been down here, too - and He's also with us every day, remember?
"For I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live, yet not I but Christ lives in me.  And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God Who loved me and gave Himself for me."   (Gal. 2:20)
I want to honor that in Christ.  I want to honor that truth of my relationship with Him, let Him live His life in me, and allow discouragement no part nor lot with me.  Amen.  Father, today I resolve that - like Joseph ran from the fiendish flirtations of Potiphar's wife - I WILL RUN FROM discouragement, I promise, because I don't want cancer.  I want to live and not die.

Don't you want that, too?

Then lift up your heads and sing, for God's deliverance is upon you.  It's for you and even those with you who have not known the Lord, like those prisoners who were listening to Paul and Silas sing, and like the Philippian jailer.  Glory to God.  People searching for answers watch to see if you will live what you say, Saints, so that they can reach out to Christ and start living, too!  I thank God for that jailer and for his entire household.  God set the jailer free that day, just like He's set me free from discouragement's cancerous intents.  I choose to take the hand of Jesus and say no to discouragement, and I've got my Daddy's permission to do so.  Hallelujah!  Thank You, Lord!

By Christ's power, I choose to move forward in God's Hand.  In Christ's Name, beloved, I'll pray for you and you pray for me.  Amen.

Rejoicing in Jesus,
Daddy's Girl

"... fervent in spirit, serving the Lord."
(Romans 12:11b) 

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Jealousy Rapes the Bottom Line

I'm one of those people who loves the bottom line.  You've probably encountered many of us in life.  We're the folks who want to know the point of a status report BEFORE all the details.  Like when a dear one is sick or in an accident, I want to hear FIRST how they are... then about everything else.  I always yell at the screen in movies when a key character is ill and doctors and/or police or even friends bathe in every other pool of detail on God's green earth before simply telling immediate loved ones HOW THEY ARE.

I'm the type to shout a good report down the hall to the family instead of couching the critical news in silence, making them wait until I get to them when they've been doing nothing but waiting (and crying and praying) all night long.  I don't cater to thoughtless suspense. 

Another comfort the bottom line affords me lies in the area of unconditional love.

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While I acknowledge the elements of pride involved in wanting people to tell me what I want to hear, my way and in my timing (and Daddy and I are working on that), the unconditional love viewpoint of bottom line issues allows me to go through the hard places in life knowing that God loves me and is going to work me through those issues, no matter how long it takes.  It's of priceless value and worth to me to know that His people are also that way - but not everyone is.  What's worse is, sometimes, the very ones who aren't of that heart and mind are members of your own family or those you've embraced to your bosom as dear friends.  They just don't have the same heart for you - and that truth rips a jagged hole into my emotions that only God can suture, salve, and heal.   The tragic cold and emptiness it carries only God's wisdom and understanding can remove.  With me, Abba works overtime simply answering the question, "why?"

That's always where I end up in situations like these where there is no bottom line of love in the hearts of certain individuals I've embraced.  For me, it's family members - currently, those siblings I've talked about in previous posts.  When I ask the Lord why there was no bottom line of unconditional love in them towards me, invariably, I hear one word consistently:  Jealousy.

I told God that, growing up, I just figured my siblings didn't like me... I never once considered the spirit of murder couching itself in jealousy. My guess is, neither did Abel. Neither did King David regarding his son Absalom and, probably, neither did Stephen before the jealous Council. In all of those instances, though, those who were jealous either murdered or wanted to murder the objects of their ire who, imo, they should have loved and respected and nourished as fellow creations of God, if nothing else.  The Lord means for His unconditional love always to be the bottom line, but jealousy rapes that bottom line with its selfish, fiendish qualities of rejection, murder, and hatred.  That's heartbreaking.

The current situation between Daddy and I involves Him trying to convey the understanding  that His love for me is unconditional, eternally, and so is His love in others who've chosen to follow His whole will concerning me.  Funny how you can know something God wants to communicate to you but still have trouble actually receiving it.

For breakthrough I've turned to Holy Spirit, Who sees and discerns all things, as does the Father and the Son, but Who is my designated emotional "Go-To Guy" in terms of trust and teaching and, therefore, has my attention in ways of counsel and comprehension uniquely His own.  For me, nobody but Abba can fully reach and saturate the "Daddy" places in me; nobody but Jesus can pull my heart to "spousal" embrace; and no one but Holy Spirit can speak to me and reason with me and clarify my understanding based on sheer trust in "friendship".  Indeed, He is the Friend Who sticks closer than a brother.

Holy Spirit explained to me that He will enable me to release the burden I'm carrying, but I must realize it is tied to grief.
"I have delicately sutured the cuts in places where you've left off holding your siblings, beloved.  Now there are more places of healing than there were of wounding, but healing is also a process.  As I cut the tendrils, I will replace them with solid connections of my unconditional love in others who will love you as I've specified and determined by Abba's hand and placement over your life, that you should have those who enjoy you and adore you as He has meant all along.  I will obey His will and command over you, and I will orchestrate in you that symphony of life and love that Abba has intended from the beginning, where the hurts of the past are swept away; and you will remember and understand that it is Abba from the beginning Who has loved you, and that His love in others will abide with you and comfort you always and take the place of those who did not understand you or love you or, most importantly, did not know Him.  You will be a hiding place for fools no longer, but you will release your heart to Him and to His guidance in this place, so that none will trespass the boundaries He has set within you, ever again.  Amen."
I thought about the phrase "hiding place for fools" and wondered why He used such harsh verbiage.  Then my being reverberated with the scripture from Psalm 14, "The fool says in his heart, there is no God.  They are corrupt, they have done abominable works, there is none who does good..." and I understood what He meant.  Those who have embraced jealousy as their friend and lifelong companion have taken foolery to their bosoms and have turned their backs on the one true God.  Then Holy Spirit admonished me, saying - 
"Always ask that I shield you from such an evil place.  Insidious plots and plans are on the hunt for you every day, and I must have your full cooperation to protect you from them.  Relationships are a two-way street.  Never try to protect yourself from evil plans, but leave the full protection to Me.  If you willfully stand in Abba's way, then He cannot protect you."
It was then I realized the soul-ties to my "family" had to be entirely released, and only allowing the Godhead to bring me through to the other side of the grieving process would accomplish this, fully.  Abba, Jesus, and Holy Spirit are my first family, and it is to Them I must continually yield and cling.  Holy Spirit was getting through.  The powerful thing about unconditional love is its value circumvents and transcends the roots of  earthly "family" in every way.  So what if my sisters didn't love me the way Christ says they should love me - Christ's love exists for me anyway and - it's the LOVE I'm looking for, not the DNA!  Siblings fail!  Relatives and bloodlines and humanity fails without the ultimate love of Christ!  The almighty, self-preserving BLOOD OF JESUS is what I'm after... it's what I ALREADY HAVE, and its unfailing love is what I'll never, ever be without all the days that I live and abide in Him!

That's the truth forever, Saints.  THAT'S the bottom line.

In Renewed Hope,

Daddy's Girl

"... fervent in spirit, serving the Lord."
(Romans 12:11b)