Prayer for the USA

Out of the depths I call to you, Lord God hear my prayer. Pour your blessings upon America and keep it great. Open the hearts, mind and soul of the unbelievers so they may see the truth. Clear away the dark cloud that has enshrouded them in Leftish ideology of division, discord and hate. Let the light into their hearts so that glimmers of hope can seep through. Dearest God let the hand of the Holy Spirit protect President Trump and his family, all members of the Republican, all Patriots and the America people as they enter the last phase of your glory. Protect Q and all qanons. Praise be to God, in the name of Jesus. ❤️And prayers from 🇨🇦

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Blessed be the Lord!

1 Timothy 2:1-2– I urge, then, first of all, that petitions, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for all people—  for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness.

Praise be to God, in the name of Jesus❤️

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We Are Called Upon To Pray…

The past few days, I’ve felt the incessant need to stop and pray. The Holy Spirit moving my heart to pray for safety, strength and for the well being of those around me, as well as for world wide events.

I’m overwhelmed with prayerfulness.

The hand of the Holy Spirit is great as names, situations pop into my mind of people and events to pray for.

Oh, that you would bless me and enlarge my territory! Let your hand be with me, and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain.” 1 Chronicles 4:10

I pray that the hand of God protect and shield those around me…I pray for Will’s (one of my son’s bestie) father as he goes through treatment for a cancer. I pray for the Holy Spirit’s hands of healing and comfort for this family.

I pray for guidance from the Holy Spirit as my son and his friends make decisions in selecting a college – that they are Christ centred and wise. Please continue to guide them.

Lord God, our Heavenly Father, I pray for the upcoming US midterm elections – that you open the hearts and minds of the American nation as they go to the polls. Your hand guiding them to vote for a party that stands for truth and Godliness.

There is much darkness that belies our world, and once my eyes have been opened, and now that I am “woked”, I cannot turn back.

Words are cheap Lord, if it’s not followed through with action. So I call upon my Lord God, to let me do your works, and use me as a vessel to spread your good works and truths.

The realization that I can make a difference and help those around me through prayer, is humbling. I can add my voice and prayer to rally Jehovah. After all, God has promised He is with us:

For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them. Matthew 18:20

When I was a child and into my teens, we attended the first Chinese Alliance Church. Whenever I visit Toronto, I look forward to taking my kids to their English Sunday morning service.

It was when I was 6 years old that I first felt the hand of the Holy Spirit. Descending like a dove, I felt His warmth during prayer. I remember witnessing my team leader speaking in tongue. I recall not being afraid, but surprised. Praise be to God❤️

WalkAway

I was quite content to live in my bubble, until I “woked” to the truth. I thought I was through with learning after graduating with too many degrees to count – only to realize I was indoctrinated to an ideology that subtlety overwhelmed me…which pushed me into a culture full of “isms” – identity politics, race, and with more social divisions than I can mend emotionally or mentally comprehend.

I spent years in university to unmake my early childhood training in traditional art (classical training along with traditional Chinese watercolour and calligraphy) – and delved into post modernism and deconstruction – ideologies of the Left.

I have walked away! I have a renewed love of the classical and traditional, along with an understanding of the time and training involved visually, mentally and emotionally to develop those skills, and embellish my natural talent.

This also followed my embrace of Jesus, and like a prodigal child, I have returned home! On my knees I prayed for forgiveness! I asked for the Holy Spirit to guide me as I place my trust in God. I seek only the truth amidst a dark void that cloaks the world around me. Praise be to God! There is light.

Now I feel the push to walk a path of enlightenment – or to put it in today’s terms – “I am woked!” “I am out of the plantation!” I am not a slave to an ideology that kept me silent, blind and gagged, I see through the chains with every step I take. I move through the daily bombardment of propaganda (fake news) thrown at me from all sides.

Halloween, A Personal Choice

It’s that time of year again – October – when you see the beauty of autumn colours and Halloween decorations abound. Halloween – grrrrr! This is one of those yearly festivities I am not happy to see.

As a wife, I’ve had lengthy disagreements over the years with my husband on whether or not we let our kids attend Halloween parties, to whether or not we allow our kids to go “Trick or Treating” with their besties (Hubby is ok with it, while I am not!), to explaining to them why as Christians we do not participate in Halloween (except the one time we took them to an “All Saints Day” alternative to Halloween), to the guilt of letting my kids go one year (I remember praying for forgiveness on blended knees!).

With their Auntie Joanne at an “All Saints” party

As a teacher, I’ve had to deal with this on a professional level in a school which raises funds by hosting a yearly Halloween costume dinner for all students and their families in a gym decked with witches, goblins, devils, ghosts and all the macabre. Incorporated into lesson plans for The Fall season and harvest time are “bricolage” activities of Jack-O-Lanterns and skeletons, along with grim ghostly other worldly storytelling – NOT my favourite time of the year (where’s my inner child?). Halloween is an official part of my job (and source of stress!). Most years I hide away from the maddening crowd and help out in the kitchen (donning on an apron instead of a costume).

Am I being silly? Am I being overly sensitive?

Yes, I know Halloween has Christian and pagan roots – and quite frankly I’m tired of people using this as an excuse to justify participating in Halloween. In my heart I know that what we see today as Halloween is total commercialization. That’s one side of the spectrum. On the other extreme, it’s also an excuse for all those who are participants of all things ungodly to rear their evil heads.

There is really no denying this. It can also be controversial for Christians as they bicker for and against it. It comes down to personal choice. For myself, Halloween is a great source of stress and anxiety – and personally – I think about this verse:

Ephesians 5:18-20: Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery. Instead, be filled with the Spirit, speaking to one another with psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit. Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord, always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.

No matter how it’s whitewashed in our society – I can’t accept Halloween as an innocent costume and candied festivities for children, when in reality there are real witches out there casting hex and spells on politicians and others. I can’t celebrate Halloween no matter how innocent it may seem when there exists real evil and darkness in this world:

1 Corinthians 10:20-21: No, but the sacrifices of pagans are offered to demons, not to God, and I do not want you to be participants with demons. You cannot drink the cup of the Lord and the cup of demons too; you cannot have a part in both the Lord’s table and the table of demons.

Enough Said!

Coffee Time with God

My kids today communicate with me by texting – usually short sentences comprising of the subject and verb – “gym, back for dinner”, or emoticon (❤️💕👍😉😛). In fact on my side of the family we only text via WeChat or WhatsApp.

My husband refuses to adapt to this instant media, and insists they call him by the telephone. Any text messages they send are ignored.

At dinner time I insist on no devices at the table, and make a concerted effort to open dialogue and communication.

I’m not perfect, and I know for a fact my side of the family is infamous for sitting at a restaurant with our devices – scrolling through Instagram, texting, or browsing online. I know I’m guilty of this!

This month, I’ve made an effort every Thursday afternoon to go out for coffee and lunch with the girls (teachers) at work – no devices!

This means sharing tidbits of our daily and personal lives as we laugh, giggle, cry and support one another. As Jordan Peterson discusses in 12 Rules of Life, to be a good supportive friend.

Consciously making the effort weekly to spend time with friends also had me thinking coffee time with God. When was the last time I sat down with a coffee and meditated upon his words, and listen to Him? I was explaining this to a friend, and she in turn told me she talks to God often during the day. Yes, I recall answering, but how often do we take the time to actually sit down and have coffee with our Lord?

Yes, I’ve talked to him here and there during my hectic day, and like quick text messages I send them off. Taking the time to really chat with him over coffee, during a meal, and appreciating his presence is another story.

Since I always start my day with a Starbucks coffee,  I decided to have consciously organize my daily schedule so that I have 30 mins in the morning.  Bible apps makes it handy to spend a little time with God as I tuck myself into a cosy corner and meditate on His word – a verse or passage, as well as a prayer.

In our fast telecommunications world of instant texting, it’s easy to forget to communicate:)

1 Corinthians 1:9 God is faithful, though whom you were called into fellowship with His Son, Jesus Christ our Lord.

Quiet Time

Sometimes it takes something drastic to force me to stop and call upon Jesus, and it’s times like these that I have no choice but to stop and listen to Him.  It’s also times like these when I am reminded that He is always there.

I had a severe asthma attack that landed me in emergency.   As my heart was pounding from the high dosage of medication and steroids in ICU,  I looked upwards and thank God for forcing me to take stock of myself and our relationship.

I’ve let the busy din of the everyday get in the way of my quiet time.  My excuses have piled up as I tell myself that as my children head into their teenager years, more time is required to oversee and keep one eye on their homework, friends and social circle, and another on their activities online especially their social media usage.  Yeah, social media – of which snapchat and Instagram rules.   I find myself immersing into their culture, and before I know it, I have put Jesus onto the back burner – last.

Romans 12:2 “Do not be conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.  Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is –  his good, pleasing and perfect will.“

Thank you for your nudges,  and for moving me to meditate upon your words.  Thank you for helping me articulate it throught this platform to blog about it as I let my thoughts flow into words. 

Job 37:14  (NIV) “Listen to this, Job; stop and consider God’s wonders.”

Praise be to God!

Recovery

 

My life follows a path I often cannot comprehend.

Sometimes I’m full of questions, at other times I just flow with the current

Shaking my head and asking,

“Smooth sailing, they say?”   “No, not at all!”

  My life is always full of surprises  

And filled with many twist and turns.

With each sigh, tear, heartache, there is also laughter and abundant joy.

I follow this course deftly walking, running, stumbling, or cruising along

Breathlessly at times, but always trusting

I can pick myself up and keep on going.

“Be strong they tell me”, as I stop myself from letting the feelings of uncertainty

Fill my mind with fear when the road seems rocky.  

I reach within for inner

strength, to help me through when the path seems rough, knowing I have the support of

many whose paths have crossed with mine as I sit, chat and talk about this and that.

Each person, each experience, each serendipitous moment is precious,

The glow of my life made beautiful

As I am cocooned by their hope, love and faith.

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