Good Morning Father, I Need You Close Today (Prayer)

Good Morning Father…

I need you close today.  Invigorate me as I spend time with You.
Energize me for all the tasks at hand. 

You have already obtained everything that I need, so fortify my mind.

Thank You that I operate in a position of power because I am seated in the Heavenlies with Jesus.

Keep my heart convinced of Your love, so I will stand firm and not grow weary.
Never-ending peace is mine and Your forgiveness has made me guilt-free!

Help me tune in all my senses. I want to hear what You are speaking to me today.  I know I need Your insight to function properly.

I choose to speak the words that stir up overcoming faith in my heart!

I know it is Your Word that helps me stay in the center of Your will and not waver.

Strengthen my resolves.  Place the correct desires in my heart.  I will receive them gladly and set mine aside.

I know that it’s not over until it’s over, so help me proceed without fear. I am convinced that You will move any mountains that stand in my way.

Allow my life to be an inspiration to those around me, so they will seek YOU.

Thank You for releasing Your Revelation and Your Grace into my life.
In Jesus’ Name,   Amen

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Unexpected Tech Support

Unexpected Tech Support
She called my number.
She sounded a bit confused. Papers were ruffling in the background as she stumbled over her words.
“I…I…um….well that is,…..I  hear that sometimes dental schools accept the public as patients”.
“Yes they do!” I answered brightly
No response.
I think she was processing what to say next.
So, rather than leaving her hanging, I volunteered that she had called a school where we train the people who assist the Dentist.  We don’t really work on patients.
“Ohhh dear,”  her breath escaped in a disappointed sigh.
By the silence that followed, I got the feeling that this precious woman was a bit lost. I had burst her bubble!
Sure, I was busy, but rather than dismiss her blindly, I probed a bit. 
“So you are looking for some low cost dental treatment, is that it?”
Then, as if the cat unloosed her tongue, a waterfall of pent-up frustration flowed. 
She was having a really tough time negotiating through a mix of  numbers and jumbled pieces of information given to her by others.
By now, it was apparent that she had become used to people brushing her off because she couldn’t find anyone who was willing to take a little time with her while she endeavored to process a maze of information.
As I began to tell her about some options, she nearly broke down.  With a half-sob she offered,
“I don’t think I could have found any of this information on my iPad all by myself.  No, indeed.”
iPad?  Did she say iPad?”  Well, well…. If she had an iPad, maybe she had an iPhone.  So, I asked.  

“You know what?,” I crooned, slowly, deliberately. 
“I bet I can send you this information over your phone.”
“My phone? That would be great!” she exhaled excitedly.
As quickly as jubilation engulfed her, it left.
“What’s my phone number?  I don’t know my number. I called you from my house phone”
She sounded frantic.
“I apologize,” she murmured dismally.   “”I’m seventy-five years old and I’m just not up to speed with all of this. It gets really confusing. You can’t just call 411 anymore and the telephone book is no help. Things are so different now”
Thanking me for my time, she was about to hang up when I interrupted,
“Well, it’s a good thing you called ME and not someone else! I will be your technical support guide for today!”
“Wha-wha-whadya say?” came a nervous chuckle.
“Can you see the front of your i-phone and all the little flat buttons there?”
“Y e e e e s s s,” she slowly responded.
Now I had her attention.
“That’s great, I can help you find your number. Just start reading the names of the buttons and stop when you come to SETTINGS. “
“ I FOUND IT!” she squealed.
“Okay, now go ahead and press that button.  What do you see?  Read me all the names at the left side of the list.  Move the list up with your finger until you see PHONE.”
Her enthusiasm bubbled. Confidence rose. 
“I have it!” she declared solidly. “Should I press that one?”
“Go right ahead” , I responded with a half-chuckle.
“Now what do you see?” I asked
A loud and very happy shriek struck my eardrums!
“My number!  It’s my number!  
“There you go….you did it!” I complimented her.
After waiting for her to get paper to write down this discovery, I could tell she was elated. I had given her permission to experiment around with the unfathomable – her phone.
Finally, I was able to send her the info I had about Free Dental Care.  Over and over she expressed her gratefulness.
Positing that this phone call to me was not really an accident, but that I believed it to be Divine guidance by God, I shared His love.  She became quiet and receptive.    She listened as I let her know how much He loves us no matter what…no matter where…
Somehow I sensed that it stuck a distant chord from the past.  I told her we all needed to stick together and that all of us needs community. God will see to our needs if we let Him – we just have to ask.
A little time … a little patience …and a little technical know-how.  That’s all it took. 
How could I not grant this dear soul a bit of freedom?
God has done so much for me … and MORE!
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From Anger to Tears 2

From Anger to Tears

One struggles in pain
Hurts nurture fears
AngerLiving is bane…
From anger to tears…
“Self” is chastised
When judgement nears
Existence despised,
From anger to tears…
TearsEmbitterment grows
Nothing endears
Caustic thought flows
From anger to tears…
When Love is denied
An ugly head rears
As Hate is applied,
From anger to tears…
A cycle indeed
Adversity steers
Inward we bleed
From anger to tears…

God beckons within

Silencing fears,
Enlivened again
From anger and tears
True Life is in Him
Love conquers fears
Let Healing begin!
No anger, no tears
Faithlines by Nancy Kehr©  2010

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How Can I Lose? 1

  How Can I Lose?

Some thoughts written especially for you by Nancy Kehr

Mercy will not leave me by all by myself,  –  or ever depart
For I wear a special necklace called “The Words of Truth”
These same words are also . . . tattooed on my heart
How Can I Lose?
It’s like having keys to a city, so great  –  I go where I choose!
And where I go, I find Favor and High esteem;
God approves of me!  After that, comes favor with people
How Can I Lose?
I have chosen to put my whole trust in God  –   there’s nothing in me.
My understanding has limits,  so I don’t even  go there;
Everything I am comes from God . . .  His will is the key.
How Can I Lose?
There’s no other way to say it, it’s GOD – Holy Perfection!
He keeps me focused, on target, as I give Him control
Things are ever clear, and I move . . . with Divine Direction.
How Can I Lose?
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Did You ‘spel Gas? (or.. Perception is Not Always Reality)

Did You ‘spel Gas?
(or.. Perception is Not Always Reality)
It happened at the grocery store. It happened when I had all five of my young children in tow.
I don’t know why, but the store, well – any store, seemed to be an attraction for awkward or embarrassing incidents involving kids!
The Tri-Valley in sunny California was experiencing an unusually hot summer! This muggy afternoon was no exception. Already uncomfortable, I hated to drag the whole brood out, but it was necessary!
Just a quick trip?  Sure, I wanted it to be that way, but that was probably asking a little much.  As soon as we arrived, somebody needed to go to the bathroom, while the older kids clamored to the drinking fountain.  
Me? I took a deep breath.  I wanted to get in and get out, but I also didn’t want any accidents, so off to the restroom, it was!
As I waited, my four-year old fidgeted in the stall.  Little grunts and noises echoed.
“Everything aaaal….right…..?   C’mon Jo-Jo, let’s get going – gotta shop,” I encouraged.
“Uh! I needa fart,”  squeaked a teensy little voice.  “My tummy hurts.”
Her sisters laughed, egging her on.
Then she yelled out loud, “ My tummy hurts – – -.and I neeee-eeed tooooo faaarrrrt!”
Oh man! There was that word again – coming from my young daughter’s mouth. Obviously, the recent instruction at home hadn’t settled in yet. I closed my eyes for a minute and continued, 
“Remember what I told you about using THAT word? It doesn’t sound nice.”
“Uhhhh-ungh- huh!” she grunted. “ I – have-  to – say – ‘spel- – gas, right?” she inhaled.
“Sure…” was my truncated reply, as people filed into the restroom.
Suddenly there was singing!      Oh no, she started singing at the top of her lungs! 
“Wipe, flush and wash!  Wipe, flush an’ wash. Whenever you go to the bathroom, remember never to leave the room, ‘til you wipe, flush an’ wash!” (To the tune of ‘Three Blind Mice’)
“Okay I did the first one,” she crooned as the toilet flushed and she burst out of the stall, underwear still around her legs. 
The lady next to me exploded with laughter. 
 “Your kids have a bathroom song?  That’s pretty good!” 
I should be used to this by now.  Kids!  I needed her to move it, but little daughter was busily singing again as she washed her hands.   
“Jo,” I whispered, trying to direct her attention to her ankles.
She looked down and reached to pull up her underwear.  Stopping suddenly in the middle of the action, she wailed – – -” I forgetted to wipe.”
Dear Lord….now she was in tears!  Baby still in my arms, I bent to console her and move her out of the way, but she wasn’t having it.   This was my child who embarrassed easily, and she thought everyone was staring at her!
 Finally!  Pants up, tears dried, we managed to get out of there.
Fresher air at last!  I dashed for the milk, grabbed some TP, and made a beeline for the checkout  – – – just in time to stand in a long line.
The store air conditioning had stopped and it was warming up fast.  My restless children jiggled about.   I can’t say what happened to the PA system or the music, but the store got quiet all at once.
People began looking around. Hushed small-talk floated into the air. The checkers were still ringing up grocery orders, so the lines crept forward.
A loud, squeezed “bw-raaah-nk” of a sound broke the silence in my line.  A large man shifted and smirked, but said nothing.
“P U!”  A little voice laughed. 
“Mom………………….did you farted?” my daughter questioned, loudly.
I looked down at her, “What?”   My eyebrows were scrunched in disapproval, not thinking she’d repeat her question.  Repeat she did!
“Shhhhh…no, I did not…and what did I tell you about using THAT word?”
“Okay” she whispered.   “ So…did you ‘spel gas?” she insisted, more than questioning.
“Hush!”  I tried to shush her with my short, agitated, whisper- tone.
Now she was frustrated because she truly believed I had done it.
Her little face twisted, pouty lips pushing forward. 
 “You DID too!  It was YOU!  You did too faaarrrted!  You not supposed to tell lies!” she 
blurted out.   
I could not believe it;  my persistent child was almost in tears over this. I laughed a little at her and continued to let her know it wasn’t me.  She was resolute and the more she insisted, the louder she got.  

This was no longer funny!

The quiet store ruptured with chuckles and snickers.  Since there was nothing else to distract them, my child and I seemed to be the focus of attention.  My face was hot.
And – – ?  I could NOT get my daughter to drop it!  All the while, the man responsible for the offensive bodily noise was har-haring in his overalls! 
Ah! Just get me out of here!  I was SO embarrassed. Just let me escape!  I needed air!
Once in the car, I relaxed a bit.  My daughter thought I was being unfair. She was convinced that I was the guilty one!    A few strong words from me, and except for my daughter’s sniffling, the other kids were extremely quiet all…the…way…home.
In retrospect, I’m sure it wasn’t really THAT big of a deal. Embarrassing?  Certainly, for those moments.  But, my daughter’s insistence on her perceptionof the situation was the real problem. 
She needed to listen to what I was saying, but because she was convinced with wrong information, her behavior left her – and ME – upset.
It has made me think more than once.
I’ve pondered the times when I was SURE that GOD was trying to tell me about something, but I was so insistent in my own understanding that I totally missed His direction.
How many times did I not understand why I had the outcomes I did? I knew better than to accuse God of being unfair, but still I wondered …
Who am I to insist that my puny mind totally “gets it?”   Who I am I to have a hissy fit when it was ME who lacked proper perception and instruction in Righteousness.  He alone is Lord God over the whole universe!
Our perception of His Word comes from a basis of our constant relationship with Him.  Then, when He speaks, we’ll recognize His instruction and be able to receive.  

The supernatural outcome is that we will be led by Peace.  Obedience will be automatic because we trust whatever He tells us. 

My daughter and I can finish each other’s sentence now.  She grew well-rounded and strong in faith.  She has dealt with her own perceptions more than once and is quick to compare them to God’s Word.  
Sometimes, I think she learned more quickly than I did! 
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