Galations 6:7 Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows

Galations 6:7  Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows

Have you looked back on your life and said I remember doing the exact same thing sometime in my past.  I think it is especially true when you are a parent.  You watch your children reap some of what you sowed and they reap what they sowed and sometimes it is the exact same thing because that is what they saw us do. 

You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me,

Exodus 20:4-6

maintaining love to thousands, and forgiving wickedness, rebellion and sin. Yet he does not leave the guilty unpunished; he punishes the children and their children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation.”

Exodus 34:6-8

The Lord is slow to anger, abounding in love and forgiving sin and rebellion. Yet he does not leave the guilty unpunished; he punishes the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation.’

Numbers 14:17-19
  These verses have brought me some of my most regret.  I know there is a verse somewhere I looked and looked for it but could not find it that says we can put and end to the curses of the past generations by breaking the chains of iniquity.  If your know what verse I am referring to please let me know.   Christ has redeemed us from the curse of the law, having become a curse for us (for it is written, “Cursed is everyone who hangs on a tree”),
Galatians 3:12-14

I made so many mistakes and I'm sure I am still making mistakes.  We try to share the lessons we have learned from our mistakes but it seems that Satin reveals in watching us suffer watching our children and grandchildren follow in  the same footsteps we tread in by whispering louder in their ears than the still small voice of the Holy Spirit.  Satins loves it when we see us suffer over the mistakes we made which have caused our loved ones falter and not respond to the prompting of the Holy Spirit. 

Well tonight I'm going to ask God to not give up on those I love and help me set a better example for therm the years I have left here. 

What do you think? 

a footnote:   once again the police helicopter is circling our neighborhood.  I don't know what happened this time but I'm  sure it isn't something good.

one more footnote:   My intention was to blog daily but with no one checking it I get discouraged so I just try to remember what Joyce Myers says just don't give up if God is behind this he will see to it the right people see it.

Gloating

Gloating not a word you hear very often and I only know of once that it is used in the Bible: 

Proverbs 24:28
"Do not Gloat when your enemy fails;
when they stumble, do not let your heart rejoice,
or the Lord will see and disapprove
and turn his wrath from them."

Can you do this?  Do you have compassion or joy when your enemy stumbles or gets hurt?  I can honestly say that 99% of the time I have compassion and the one percent of the time I falter it does not last long and it is not joy I feel but maybe a feeling of they reaped what the sowed.  I try very hard not to allow that thought to last more than a few seconds.

The second part of this proverb is hard for me to understand however, Anyone have any thoughts on it?

Siren's are going on like crazy I just hope that what ever has happened is not too devastating.  The problem is almost all accidents have some repercussions and they are hardly any thing but devastating.

Hoping to get some feed back from all my followers:)

Choices by Henry Blackaby and Richard Blackaby

Experiencing God Day by Day a quote below

"Matthew 19:22  "but when the young man that saying he went away sorrowful for he had great possessions."

Your life is the sum of the responses you have made toward God.  Once God make Himself known to you, what you do nest is your decision.  Your reaction reflects what you believe about him.  The rich, young ruler lived a moral life.  He was well versed in Scripture and the laws of God.  But his response to Jeses' invitation clearly showed that, although he possessed a head knowledge of the teaching of God, he did not know God in experiential way that could be demonstrated by a response of faith.

When ever the Lord speaks to you, it will require an adjustment in your life.  This truth can dramatically affect your prayer life.  Every time you pray you must be aware that if God answers your prayer and reveals His will to you, it will immediately require you to reorient your life.  Each time you read the Bible, you must be prepared to obey what God tells you.

Why did God use Peter and James and John so significantly to turn their world upside down? And why were others. like the rich young ruler, never heard from again? CHOICES!  the disciples chose to believe, and their belief was proven by their obedience.  The rich, young ruler cold not bring himself to obey, and scripture tells us that he "went away sorrowful".  You are faced with the same question as the rich, young ruler.  What adjustments are you willing to make in order to respond positively to Christ?"

It is a life long struggle for a person to let go of things ... I slowly but surely am scaling down so I can be more available but I admit I have a long way to go.  How about you?  Have you learned how to let go of things that hold you back from doing God's bidding? 

This can not B

I've been out of sorts emotionally this holiday season. The loss of my husband and the addition of a new daughter in law have made it more difficult than I had anticipated. But I would like to continue the story of my son's wedding from my prospective before I forget the details.

So let's see where did I leave off. Oh yes we are getting dressed this is going very well, everyone seems to be getting put together nicely and the bride is in her dress. I walk down the hall and check on the groom who if I must say looks very handsome in his tux. The best man turned from a very small kid that I thought a strong wind would blow away to this tall substantial man. They do grow up and with God's help become the men and women you pray for. The photographer is trying to get pictures taken before the wedding so that there will be less time spent after the ceremony at the church taking endless pictures. I get to watch both the grooms pictures with his attendants and the brides with her attendants. My granddaughter is the Junior Bridesmaid and is just awed by the commotion and flurry of activity.

Everyone seems to be here that is going to be here. Tears are flowing ... my niece whose son is the junior groomsman has tears of joy and pride, the mother of the bride her first wedding as mother of the bride, surprisingly to me her grandfather is holding back tears or at least trying to (he is such a tough appearing kind of older gentleman as a rule). I do miss my husband being there and the thought of him not here makes me tear up a little but I'm ok with my sons choice so I'm happy.

I see the pastor telling them to put God first in their marriage and that they need to honor each other all the usual things and I see them standing there nodding their heads in agreement and I say a little prayer that they are absorbing every word. My granddaughter seems to be taking in every detail and standing almost completely still which is hard for a hyper active little girl. She makes up for it at the reception with joy abundantly.

Well that is enough for now. I'll finish up soon I hope... This can not B 4:21 AM can it ...

This can not B ...

Well I arrive at my son's house and there are four young men ranging in age from 22-40 with shovels shoveling snow so He can get out of his townhouse loop. The plow comes by and nearly takes out the Fire Hydrant and pushes snow back into the areas that had just been shoveled. They start shuffling cars around to make room for my truck. There is kidding and laughter no cussing or angry remarks. This is great. I am so proud of my son and his friends. Other people I have known would have been cussing and grumpy. My husband would never have cussed about the weather and he was always the first one out in the snow shoveling paths to the barn and around the house, then up on the bobcat clearing not only our driveway but the road and at least one others neighbor's driveway (the widow next door). He was a good man and even I did not appreciate him as much as I should have.

I go in the house to get something to eat but oh no this can not B ... The cupboards are bare. Wait there in the corner is a can of Campbell's potato soup. It is warm and carries me through until the reception at 7:30 PM. The florist hasn't gotten to the church yet so into the shower I go and put on my makeup, with help from one of the friends of a friend of my son's. When you are 60 years old putting on eye makeup becomes a challenge. First off you can't see with out your glasses ... I guess that is all that needs to be said about that. I put on winter clothes not my dress so I won't get it all a mess, we are all going to change at the church. The guests did not have that option and they still came in lovely clothes.

The florist is now at the church and the plow is still a no show so we all climb into to two vehicles and off we go. My son rides with the best man and one of the ushers and then two others ride with me. My nephew who had been at the house helping shovel has gone home to pick up his wife and son who are both part of the wedding (he too has 4 wheel drive).

I arrive after my son I don't know how his friend got him there so fast and they are already shoveling. They somehow got the flowers into the church (setting off the alarm). The pictures tell most of the story. Because I have 4 Wheel drive we decide it is safe to drive through the snow up closer to the church. I have no idea where things are so I take a fairly direct route and the next thing I know I'm apparently jumping a curb and we are all laughing and praying that I don't run into some buried barricade. We unload our dress clothes and shoes and the guys take my truck across the street to the Catholic Church where there the plows have been at work for hours. They too are having a wedding and I guess they have more clout.

It is now 3 PM or so and the wedding is supposed to start at 5:30 PM. The bride is not here yet. 4 PM or there abouts a limo filled with many people pulls up and they make it into the parking lot and up to the front door. I wish I had seen them coming in. The bride in her sweats and boots, followed by all the attending and mother of the bride. Someone with arms bulging with dresses in bags trails behind and sets them down on two tables in the 2 and 3's classroom. The mayhem begins, everybody is very nice however and they start getting dressed.

Well I think I'll let my dog in since he has been barking to come in for 15 minutes. The rest of the story to follow...

This can not B ... my son's wedding day

December 19 2009 Affectionally known as the Blizzard of 09 my son's wedding day. This can not B ... is what ran through my head when I looked out my bedroom window at 6:30 AM. Snow everywhere. Not just a little dusting of snow but about 14 inches of beautiful snow. by 8 AM I am starting the bobcat after helping Jose clean out the barn and close the stall doors on the windward side of the barn, filling water buckets and feeding stunned horses. The snow was relatively easy to move I made one pass up the paved driveway pushing snow off to the sides here and there. Pushed the snow across the street into the evergreens then started down the potholed dirt road. One half mile of 18 inch deep snow the wind is blowing in my face and my hands are getting cold. Ok I pushed one narrow path down the road and across the main road (still not plowed) into a ditch. Turn around and go back pushing the snow off to the side making another path but filling in some of the one I just plowed. Now the wind is really blowing directly into my face. Oh my This can not B ... I have to get out of here so I can help my son and his friends get to the wedding in my 4 wheel drive truck. I get back to my driveway and turn around again and make another path clearing what had spilled back on to the first path. Across the road with the snow (still no plow) and turn around to go back home. My fingers are stinging from the cold as well as my face. I'm getting dizzy and feeling sick to my stomach. 2 hours have gone by and I'm back to the house but I feel so bad I can not get off the bobcat. Jose is still out there shoveling out what I couldn't get with the bobcat and he sees that I'm in trouble. He comes over and helps me off the bob cat and into the house saying Oh No Miss Bonnie Oh No all the time. I get in the house shed my boots by the door and inch my way up to my bedroom and bathroom. I feel like I might faint. I take off all the wet clothes and lay on the bed under the covers but my hands hurt to much to rest and my stomach aches to much to lay there. I get up go to the sink and run cold water over my hands. The water feels warm but my hands still hurt and sting. My feet are good those Columbia Brand boots I bought last year on sale are great. It is now 10:30 AM I am no longer dizzy or woozy but I'm still cold and I want to go back to bed. The phone rings ... MOM can you bring your truck here right away? We need it to get to the church so we can help the florist get into the church. The plows have not showed up to plow the parking lot and we are going to have to carry the flowers into the church by foot.

This can not B ... but it is. I throw all the things I need to wear into a dirty truck (the car is spotless)plus stuff for my granddaughter and myself for that night and next day in case we don't make it home (which we didn't). Oh no, there is 18 inches of snow on the truck. Get the brooms out and brush off the snow and start the truck to warm it up. I need to eat but there is no time. Jose wishes me well and off I go. What normally would take 15 minutes takes 1 hour but I made it. Now this is just the beginning of an amazing day. More tomorrow.

This can not B ... I'm not the right person

Last night I had a divorced women in her 50's over for what I thought was going to be a night of laughs watching a funny movie. Instead it was a tearful night of old wounds coming to the surface for this precious child of God. This can not B ... what I'm supposed to be doing. Giving advise or at least listening and trying to comfort this trembling woman after all I have had the same feelings and broken down more than once the same way she is. What to do?

I can say that at first I tried to do something on my own. That wasn't working, hmm what now ... oh yes why do I always forget to ask for help from the one Jesus said He would send to help us and be our teacher. I took some deep breaths and ask the Holy Spirit to guide me and give me the right words and compassion to help this woman. I don't think I solved any problems or that I even gave her any helpful advise (although I tried). I did let her sob and I tried to hold her and I did let her know that she was valuable and advised her to see her doctor because the drugs he had given her were no longer doing the job. She left saying she felt better but I didn't see it. I said a long prayer (long for me) and I hope that it was received from God and her as a humble request for guidance both for her and for me. I hope that she will have a good Christmas and that we can do some fun things together so she isn't so lonely and sad.

This can not B ... or can it B the role God has for me in my older years. I remember once when I was in my early teens a young girl in my girl scout troop came up to me and told me how I had been such a great comfort to her and how I made her feel special and listened to. I was totally taken by surprise but perhaps by going through the trials I have been through it is now my turn to be the listener and comforter. If I'm good at it and the Holy Spirit Walks along side of me I think I might like this role.