Wednesday, December 24, 2014


     As I listened to her fight for every breath, wanting peace to find her.At this time in her life It took me back some 41 years. My mind remembering the same sounds as my brother gasped for every breath, the last week of his life. My mother spent that week sleeping on a cot next to his bed. 

     Six months earlier my brother had run out in front of a car trying to join me on the other side. Doctors had done all they could, while insurance had paid all they would, and now we were living with the unbelievable reality. My brother laying in coma, body lifeless with only eyes that followed you as if he could understand every word you said. Although doctors had no certainty for us, we spoke gently with the heart only an eight year old boy would understand, as if he knew everything we were were saying. This was also the best therapy for us in caring for him. Every morning I would run down the  stairs to welcome my brother to a new day. His hospital bed was set up in the dinning room where we could all share in his care. This morning in the wee hours of the night, when I usually found myself in deep sleep, I was a waken by voices. As I came down the stairs I found my parents and great uncle and Aunt wide awake, as if it were in the middle of the day. Men in the kitchen and women sitting with my brother. As I approached the dinning room, lying between them in his bed was my brother struggling for every breath. It was a Saturday night and normally I would have been sent back to bed so I would be ready for church the next day. For a ten year old girl I somehow managed to stay up with the adults. As the sun began to come up more family began to arrive. Before long our house was full of cousins, grandparents and more aunts and uncle's as if it were a few weeks later and our Thanksgiving feast had begun. Later that afternoon we surrounded his bed and the struggle came to an end. There was finally peace, the battle was won, and the pain was lifted. I knew without a doubt my brother was home, in the arms of Jesus, the most fantastic, beautiful, comforting place. I knew this from facts I had trusted in all my life. 
     Now 41 years later my friend was  overwhelmed by her struggle to breath. A few hours later her battle ended. She now enjoys that peace I believe we all have waiting for us. This struggle to breath is so heart wrenching for us to watch, but there is a struggle that is much worse. The drowning, struggle to breath we don't recognize with the same senses. A life full of pain. A life trapped in sin. A life separated from God. A soul gasping for every breath they take. Families need each other in loss but these lives are craving eternal life and family that never ends. These lives are walking around among us choking to death in need of true life. Are we surrounding then in these times of need? Are we bringing them to the great physician? As hard as it can be to stand that close to death don't forget to see the souls around us everyday struggling to breath. Be the life to takes their hand and lead them gently home into death that brings life. 
     Martha we will miss you. Your death was only a passing over to your home and we will all join you one day, but until then let us seek out the hurting, struggling to breath and stand by their side, and lead them to eternal life. The true life giving breath.

Saturday, December 06, 2014

The Highest Level of Conversation

       The Montgomery women have a way of speaking that most people confuse as chaos. For one thing, when 3 or more of us are in one room, forget getting a word in. We all talk at the same time. Yes, we can hear and follow each others dialog and respond to you, all while continuing to finish what we are saying. One of us begins a sentence and the next will interrupt you with the answer, before most people in the room have a clue as to what we’re talking about. So the speaker asking the question or making the statement stops and moves on to the next thing they want to say without stopping to take a breath, thus saving heaps of time wasted in pleasantries commonly found in conversation. This totally confuses others in the room, because all they hear is disorder and confusing sounds all meshed together. To us this is the most efficient way to talk. In conversation we say 5-6 times more, and in less time than your average person. After an hour together we are caught up on week, months and sometimes years of life. We are refreshed, loved and at peace knowing time and space can't separate us.

       When I was ten my mother was directing me over the phone in filling out a camp application. When I asked her if I had any health issues they needed to know about she said, "You have verbal diarrhea." As I asked her how to spell it she started to laugh. With frustration in my tone I asked, "What's so funny?" As the words began to sink in, and become clear, I joined her in laughter. I was well on my way in learning the family gift of speech.

       This kind of conversational training must start quite young. My youngest daughter had to learn under very rough conditions. She was the youngest Montgomery woman for a few years until my sisters added two more girls into the mix, making a total of nine. Our daughter Micah would try and jump into the conversation and not have a loud enough decibel to launch her campaign. Her efforts were finely caught on video to document the training process. She would tap my shoulder and calmly make her request. When I gave her no response she would try again and again and again getting louder each time till I would abruptly turn and scold her for being so loud and not being patient. Before too long she was no longer waiting to be giving permission and mastered the Montgomery craft of conversation. “Chaos….?” not to us. This past year our first granddaughter brought the total to ten. Her training has already begin. She is learning baby sign along with the first few words needed to take control of everyone, gaining all the attention in the room

     We know each other so well that we can use hand motions and grunts to get our point across. The more we are together the more we know what each other are about to say. "The highest level of conversation", like I said in the beginning. Although I could go on and blow our own horn, there is another form of conversation that surpasses ours. I know you find this hard to believe, but hang in here for a few more minutes.

Psalms 139:1-4
You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.

Romans 8:26
In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. 27 And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God.

         The overall point to these two texts is, God knows us. When I talk to God I don’t even need to utter a word for him to know what’s on my heart. He searches all through my being, to know every part of me. For someone to search to know me takes effort. It is His purposed passion to know us. He even knows what I’m thinking before I say it. I picture him finishing my sentences, so I can continue laying my heart out to him without stopping. I imagine him salving my every concern before I've even finished putting my thoughts to words. This is truly the highest level of conversation

          If you would like some training in this special ability you can join me. Find a special place in your home, coffee shop or my favorite, a place outside. In this place you will need comfortable seating and maybe a small table. Bring your favorite bible, notepad and pin. I also like to have highlighters and note cards. My daughter knew how to get my attention and you will learn quickly how to get Gods. Tap on his shoulder....again and again if you don't hear him clear. Open the word for a few minuets and meditate on them. Raise your thoughts up to him again and again as you read his word every day. He is searching your innermost parts to know you! Before long you will be in daily and even moment to moment conversation. To the world, this may sound like chaos, but between you and God, the most awesome relationship you will ever have. Truly the highest level of conversation.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Hiiii Kidssss!

       Pen and paper can't do these two words justice. You really need to experience them. Let me explain them to you. When my children were young we lived far away from my parents and hometown. As a young mother, I was busy with the day to day life of raising my five children and was distracted enough to not miss home until halfway through the year. On occasion I had to stretch that out to almost a full year. As we would draw near to the Indiana state line, knowing that meant only a few more miles, my heart would start to race. My mouth followed shortly after with nonstop comments to my children about details of every little thing we drove past. When we would pull up in front of the house my parents would run out to meet us with opened arms and hugs to go around. 
      On one of our trips home our children started telling stories with all the details of what was to come as we drew near. Just before arriving, in unison, they all said, "hhhiiii kkkkidssss". You have to understand that my children were growing up in the south with a very southern draw, while I grew up in the north. My mom in her excitement would raise her voice a bit and add in a little nasally sound while she announced her joy of our arrival. I was so excited to break loose from a 16 hour car ride with 5 little wild kids, I had never thought about how she sounded, or her true excitement in getting to see them. I had joys of my own in being there that also drowned out what God was teaching me . This "hi kids" has been a fond memory for our children for many years. It only now means so much more. The last five years have been a whole new world for me. I am now a grandmother with the given name of "Meme". My children have been great and still are. So many awesome experiences I don't have time to share about in this story.

       This past year our oldest son has been back in the states raising support and visiting sponsoring churches. They have spent hours working on paperwork to file for their residency visa. As they have crisscrossed the states in all their efforts they've been able to catch up on family time. We have been blessed to have a room and beds for them to call their own when they come through. This past week it had been some time since we had seen them last. They had just had one of those long days of many hours driving, as I remembered from our days of having little ones in a car. We had been watching out the window for the head lights. Suddenly there they were, two bright lights comings down the road. As they pulled in the drive we started making our way out the door. Only one child was awake. As the door on the other side of the car opened and my son started to get out, the dome light lit up my middle grandson's face who had the most excited look on his face. Hands held high in clinched fist, with all the energy he could muster, I could read his lips as he said "Meme". I ran to the car, opened the door and couldn't unbuckle the car seat fast enough. I'm sure I said something but I couldn't tell you what it might have been. Do they see my excitement? Will they one day anticipate seeing me run out to them? Will they quote me and my quirky way I greet them? I pray one day I overhear all my grand kids laughing and sharing together about the silly way Meme welcomes them into my home. More than that I pray they understand why.
      Gods plan for family is awesome and to think he waits for us to visit him. It may be in prayer at those scary moments of life or when you have opened his word to learn more about him. I like those days when I'm walking along in silence and see his beauty. You see, he, more than I could ever imagine, waits and anticipates our arrival into his arms. Why do we seem to hold back? I want him to hear us sitting around chatting about our encounters with him. Will he hear us reveal something he didn't expect us to grasps in our small minds?

      Just like my children know I will always have a room ready for them, He always has one ready for us. When God cries out to us does he see us full of excitement, clinched fist, full of joy in his presence.

      This is my favorite holiday, as i'm sure it is to some of you. Have a blessed Thanksgiving and find the excitement of God in your life.

Saturday, November 08, 2014


Devotionals from Mom
My oldest daughter called me with quite a dilemma. She had managed to lock herself out on a balcony two stories up. There she sat looking at her cell phone on the table on the other side of a locked door. The phone started ringing, and her not able to answer it to receive help. She began to search for another way out. At this point in her story her phone died. Knowing that this call was from the same phone that was earlier on the other side of a locked  door we weren't worried. I retold the story up to this point to my Parents whom I was out of town visiting with. We all laughed and waited for her to call again to finish the story. 
This reminded me of a story  from years ago. I was a teenager and had gone out with friends on a Sunday afternoon. Now don't stray from my story and make it about church attendance cause that's the farthest thing from my point. Put it this way my friends rarely went to church and found any excuse to not go, me on the other hand wanted to be there every chance I got. The leaders of my church lead by example and I didn't question. I knew this was where I needed to be for strength and support. My friends drug their heals all afternoon until it was time for me to leave and we hadn't even gotten dinner started. The three of them through a fit. I didn't drive my car cause they said, "don't worry will take you, and we might even go". I saw this an an opportunity to reach out to them, they thought differently. The truth was they thought I would forget about going and we would all hang out for the evening at my boyfriends house with no adults. They had trapped me. I had aloud myself to be trapped. Was I really trapped?
Have you felt this way, trapped with no known way out.? Maybe you said something you regretted or even changed the truth into a lie. Maybe you got yourself backed into a corner with people who will make your life measurable if you choose to go against the flow. 
My daughter finely called again. As she told her story she sounded so helpless with such despair. She was house sitting out in the country and the owners wouldn't be back for a week. To add to that we were out of town as well. She knew she had to find a way out.
Sometime or another we all feel trapped. Trapped by our temptation are sins even the guilt from it all. 
There she sat with a short ladder and a tie strap. After exhausting all other possibilities the only way off the balcony was over and down. Don’t ask me how, it was a little hard to picture. Using the tie strap to securely hang the ladder off the edge of the porch from the railing she then proceeded down. She had to climb around to the back side of the ladder half way down to keep it from swinging upward towards the roof of the porch below. After it was steady she reached the end. She fixed her hands on the last ring of the ladder and then it was time to drop and hope it wasn't too far. After reaching the ground she was overwhelmed with emotion. As she looked up from the ground where she was now laying limp, heart pounding from the rush of adrenaline she was in awe that she had really done it.
1 Corinthians 10:13
No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.
Sometimes the place called “not beyond what we can bear” is pretty tough. God always provides a way out ....He also never said it would be easy.
As for me and my friends, was I really trapped? I stood up and announced that it was time for me to leave. I reminded them that this was the plan. My boyfriend drove me to the church and said nothing the whole 10 min drive. As he left you could hear his tires pealing out as I walked in. Later that night he came to my home. He was still upset over the evening but not the way I thought. He apologies and said, "I Know I shouldn't have been such a jerk. I made the evening worse." I do want to tell you this though, " I wish I could have the kind of faith you have. A faith that when all your friends have trapped you back in a corner you didn't give up."
Not only had God provided a way out but also a way to touch another life. My daughters courage to trust her physical way out was a great reminder. We need to trust his word. Trapped? Never when the lord is with you. There is always a way out!

Tuesday, November 04, 2014

Fear !!!

        Fear takes on a whole new meaning at this time of year. Children seem to find joy in being scary and sharing that fear with others. They dress up in different attire and pretend to be something scary or just try to disguise themselves so no one recognizes them. Over the years it has meant a lot of things to different people. This year my husband brought home a very simple message through the time of year known as Halloween. Our church decided to put on a fall festival. The highlights were a bouncy castle and hayride. We had games, hot dogs and of course candy. We wanted to end the evening by gathering all our visitors to the center of our parking lot for song and prayer. Craig was to say a few words of encouragement. What do you say to those who are there for the fun of the season, that will give them more than the excitement or sugar they were hyped up on?
       A few days before he was pondering this very message and he shared it with me. "Tomya he said, "please help me remember this thought. This time of year we think of bats, spiders and the things that scare us. We want to have fun with the element of fear. The thing is that after the holiday is over we put that all aside, blow out the candles in our Jack-o-lanterns and go back to the normal. Not all people can do that. They go home to a life that is still full of fear, scary uncertain existence they live with every day. Children who are afraid of the discipline from an abusive parent. Parents not knowing where the next meal will come from. A wife who fears where her husband is at 2 am. A husband who seems to never make his wife happy. Fear is all around us. Some never get away from it. God knows about our fear. Joshua had his own fears. When Joshua was fearful and uncertain about the future, God told him to be strong and courageous. Not just once but several times. Chapter 1 of Joshua we read that Moses has just died and he is now to lead the people. God tell him this:

           Joshua 1:7-9 “Be strong and very courageous. Be careful to obey all the law my servant Moses gave you; do not turn from it to the right or to the left, that you may be successful wherever you go. Keep this Book of the Law always on your lips; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful. Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go."

         When Craig shared this message even though it was for only 3 minuets  you could feel the peace and warmth as we stood in that circle. What as awesome message God placed on his heart. Thank you for being a man of God with a heart to remind us when life seems to be fearful and we are too weak to go on God is there. Joshua was a young man with a big job to do. We may feel we can't go on some days but he is there to remind us we can. There is a family for you. A place to draw on the strength of God to make us strong and courageous for our walk ahead. Fear.......does not have to own us. Leave fear for the holiday. With God as our hope and strength we can be strong and courageous. Thanks Craig for the reminder.

Saturday, September 06, 2014

I Want You To Want Me

          In the 70’s a song by the band “Cheap Trick” from Illinois titled “I want you to want me”. It hit the charts in Japan. Later became big here in the states. Funny the places a song will become a huge hit. In fact the band said, “It all started as a joke”. The lyrics are very repetitive and the main line sticks in your head. The contrasts of the two phrases have two very different thoughts. “I want you to want me and I need you to need me”
          Last year we had 3 grandbabies born. Two were the first born to two of my daughters I lived half way around the world from them for the 5 1/2 years. Weather they needed me or not didn’t matter during this time, because I was too far away for any quick trip to see them. In the last couple months they both shared some thoughts about a parent being needed. They wanted to know my feelings concerning this subject.
Sometimes once our children grow up we struggle with what our role is to become. We sometimes struggle to let go. When children are young the cry for “MOM!!!” rings through the air often. If you’re like me and have 5 children you heard this sound quite often.
This made me think of a young Christian’s relationship with God. A lot of our prayers sound very much the same. Help! Please! Now! I can’t do it! Give me! I need you! These are things God loves to hear. He wants us to know he is there for us. He wants us to believe he is capable of meeting our needs. My very independent daughters wanted to be tough and be the mothers I prayed they would become and hoped they had witnessed in me. They were confident and mature and didn’t need me in the way I described earlier.  They asked if this bothered me. I said I don’t want to be needed. Now before you think I’m a bit strange, hear me out. It was more important that they wanted me! Not because they couldn’t do this on their own and needed me, but because I was their mother and they love me and wanted me there. In all cases with children you want to be there when they need you but I’m so ok with just being there. I don’t need to be needed. I just want to be wanted.
I think God is the same way with us. There is a time when he says “jump I’ll catch you”. Give me your worst day and I’ll carry you. When the day comes and we say, “God, I trust you” and take the training wheels off and ride knowing he is there. Trusting what we know him to be warms his heart. Like with my children. I want them to have no doubt I am here when they need me, but seeing them have the confidence to stand on their own makes me proud. Them wanting me to walk along side them knowing I believe in them means so much more. I love growing in this new level of relationship with my children.
Do you WANT God? Do you spend time sharing your life with him? Do you trust he is there and walk with confidence? Know his hand is there to grasp when the ground lets go below you.

Today all my children are living all around the world thriving, standing on their own, not needing me and I’m good with that. My desire is for them to WANT me. God’s desire is for us to WANT him not just when we need him.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

My Last pair of Slippers

John and Joan Stone are a very special couple. He and his wife have raised three daughters, many grandchildren and others who will say they've had a great impact in their lives. Most people at their age are sitting back taking it easy, but not them. They're are many things I could say but I'll just share with you a little story that to me describes John very well. We had spent the last few days working hard to prepare for a new class of students to begin studies with STAMP. Stamp {Short Term Australian Missions Program} being a bible training missionary program for 18-25 year olds. We were over at their home and having just finished an awesome meal prepared by Joan. She is an amazing cook. These words I'm about to share sank deep within me. It was late, we were tired and I believe they even had a student staying with them at this point. Before we left for the evening we stood to reflect on the weeks work and pray over all the efforts. John looked down at his feet and said I've bought my last pare of slippers. Then he saw the hole in the toe and said, "well maybe ill buy one more pair". Not much was said about the comment. Another thing about John is he's a high speed person and talks even faster. So the conversation moved right along. I can't tell you what else was talked about after that statement, because my thoughts lingered over the slippers. All I could think about was how do you live a life into your 80's this "Full On" for the Lord? 
       2 Tim 4:6-8 For I am already being poured out as a drink offering, and the time of my departure has come. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, (I have bought my last pair of slippers), I have kept the faith. Therefore is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that Day, and not only to me but also to all who have loved his appearing.
 (Paul has come to the end right? Wait you may think Paul is wrapping it up, but read on)
 2 Tim. 4:13 When you come, bring the cloak that I left with Carpus at Troas.
 Was he preparing for a long winter? Wanting his cloak might indicate he wasn't quite finished. I know John, and being poured out was his life. He uses every bit of life every day. We should all live poured out as if we've bought our last pare of slippers. Then be ready to buy another pair to get the job done. Will we be able to say in the end, "It is finished" I've fought the good fight, and before we take our last breath? Maybe will look around and see there is more to be done. Be ready to buy new slippers.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

One Little Hug

What can one little hug tell you? Well it can tell you that you're loved. It can say I'm sorry or just a simple hello. Today this little hug said so much more. Let me ask you a question. How do you know if you still go it? GOT IT you ask? Got what? Are you still able to have an effect on people? Are you still making a difference in the world? Let me paint a picture for you. Have you ever met a person who was old and still lived as though it were decades earlier? Not that they acted young. They just never left their generation. They still lived as if it were 50 years ago. You know the person who disapproves of teens getting a cell phone cause they didn't need it when they were growing up. How about this, there's too many new versions of the bible. We need to all use the KJV, it was all we needed in our time. Keep that thought for a moment. Now picture another person. Hair is graying and their face has lost the youthfulness it once had, but when they speak you would think they were reading your mind. They stay current with life and changes that minister to the world. You forget they are 20, 30 even 50 years older then you. That's what this hug did for me. It told me "I still got it". Now are you following me? Am I relevant or redundant? Current or dated, got it or lost it? Tonight I was sitting in church and her eyes caught mine. She whispered to her mom and left her pew and headed across the isle. Smile on her face as she reached up for me to pick her up. She through her arms around my neck and squeezed. What a hug. I wasn't her mom, grandma or even one of her friends. I am her bible class teacher. This hug said it doesn't matter if your hair is gray or you're not of my generation. It said, I still got it. I still have purpose to the younger generation. I may grow too old to crawl around on the floor with her one day but I will still have something to give? When I was in my early 20's I was asked to make a list of 5yr, 15yr and long term goals for myself. I think I've done pretty good with the first two but now for the long term goals. I'll share it with you. It was a picture I drew in my mind. I saw myself alone with no family around. You may think this is sad. Well to me the excursize was to think far into the future. I wanted to think of when I felt little left in life that I could still be useful in the kingdom. I pictured myself living in a home but very simple. One bedroom made up for kids to play in. I would invite young moms over to my home away from the dishes and laundry. A new fun place for their children. An opportunity to just get out of the house to visit without stopping their day to day to clean and prepare. I would share Gods word with them while their children played and felt at home. Of course before leaving the moms always helped their children pick up the room for their next visit, knowing I was too old to crawl around and do it my self. To me this was a beautiful picture. I never want to feel alone, used up or past my use by date. I don't want to be sad for my station in life no matter how it looks.  I want to know that I have something to give. I want to know I still got it. We and the world around us change. Are we adapting? I want to always find a place where I can make a difference. I hope when I'm older I'll be ready to receive a hug from a little one and be reminded of my purpose to always make a difference.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

A Living Faith

I was awaking last night and unable to go back to sleep. It’s been awhile since this has happened. It reminded me of my busy years with children at home and trying to find time to spend with God. The result was God waking me up in the middle of the night for time with just Him. Last night I got up, went to the other room and began to read. I and a few friends are doing a study on the Holy Spirit. I was reading about the great faith we need to have and the question was asked, who do I see a great faith in? My mind wondered to my children. At this moment two stand out in their walk of Faith. My children know how it goes in my house. Everything is not fair. I would take off to an early garage sale and return with special things for one or two of them. They understood that next time it might be them or the item could be handed down to them possibly. Same goes with the things I am about to say concerning these two. What I’m about to say could be said about any of them but today the praise belongs to Elijah, Kristen, Tabitha and Jason.  
Elijah and Kristen,
                Tuesday night you sent your father a text with news about your mission. This text brought tears to my eyes. Not just because of the news but because of the faith I see in you both. You are letting God lead you by the Spirit that lives within you. I have watched you face the challenges of life in ministry so faithfully. I see a confidence in your walk with the Lord. No matter where he leads, you will be serving him.Thank you for being an example of Faith.

Jason and Tabitha,
                Tabitha you came to me months ago with a passion. A passion you saw no other way but to go through it. Jason has been by your side with your dream and grown in his role as a husband. You both have shown great strength of Faith rising to whatever turn life takes. You are truly doing what only God can do through you.

Your father and I are so proud of you.

In that study I worked on so late in the night I read a prayer for myself. Today I would like to send it as a shout out to you, your siblings and those who read this. I pray this SPEAKS LIFE to you all.

 Grant them the faith that is larger than your fears, equal to your calling and ample to host your spirit. Increase their Faith. Teach them to experience a deeper faith.  Perfect their faith through your Son and by your Spirit.

In Jesus Name Amen,
Your Daughter

This all reminds me of something I wrote concerning our children a few years ago. Life can be hard but we have the Spirit to guide us through.

War Wounds
Devotions from mom
By Tomya Peters
Luke 6:20-23, John 15:1-12, 16:33

I don’t brag on my kids enough. Most of their life was filed with do this, don’t do that and AHHHHH! What were you thinking, kind of comments.  Kids I have to say you’re awesome. You are facing things I never dreamed of at your age. I once taught a lesson titled “The Word the Work and the War”. (Thanks for the title Rex Boyles) I may have stolen the title but my lesson was directed to a group of first generation Christian mothers. Their question was how do we know when our kids have really got it? My answer was when they understand the war. If you’re interested in the whole lesson let me know. Today I have to add a fourth and final point to the lesson. “War Wounds” I know my kids got it and I know their living it, but will they live through it? What’s the final IT? The Wounds. The War is won the battles are being fought every day. I know they will make it through but what about the injuries and scar they will be left with? My kids have done some big time battles over the years. What would I expect, they are becoming and some are adults and that’s what war is all about. As adults living away from the shelter of home my pray has become passionate concerns for how they emerge from their battles. Will they recover from them with the precious spirits I remember from their youth? Will the world harden them to the point they lose their joy? Kids you know the Word, you live the Work and you have faced the War head on. I pray the wounds leave you standing strong. Keep fighting and know Gods joy.
Luke 6:20-23 
20Looking at his disciples, he said: "Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God. 21Blessed are you who hunger now, for you will be satisfied. Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.22Blessed are you when men hate you, when they exclude you and insult you and reject your name as evil, because of the Son of Man. 23"Rejoice in that day and leap for joy, because great is your reward in heaven. For that is how their fathers treated the prophets.
John 15:10-12
10If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father's commands and remain in his love. 11I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. 12My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.

To love like Christ is so big. In this next text Jesus has just talked to the disciples about the things they will suffer but then he reminds them why they can have joy.

John 16:33
33"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."
You too can overcome the world. It’s the world that moves into our lives that we don’t see coming. It’s the things that touch our heart that Satan uses best. My prayer is that you never lose who God created you to be. You are all precious spirits don’t let the world change you. It’s these wounds that could cause us to lose the war that was won so long ago. Don’t forget He has overcome the world for you. As Queen Elisabeth said in a movie to her country before battle, “We will meet again in heaven or victorious on the battle field. She understood God’s team wins either way. Crushed form the battle or victorious I must see you again in heaven someday. Keep the faith. (Daniel 3:1-30) God’s people win either way! Don’t lose your precious spirits.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

God rewards His people

God rewards His people
Devos from Mom

How do you handle yourself in the work place, school, or just out with people in the world? Do you sometimes get made fun of or suffer some kind of persecution for your life style or things you say? If not, evaluate you life. Are you any different then those in the world? Do you ever speak the word of God and how it apposes that which is going on around you? Know this, God’s word and living it out never goes unrewarded. Read this story.

Acts 16:16-40
16 Once when we were going to the place of prayer, we were met by a slave girl who had a spirit by which she predicted the future. She earned a great deal of money for her owners by fortune-telling. 17 This girl followed Paul and the rest of us, shouting, “These men are servants of the Most High God, who are telling you the way to be saved.” 18 She kept this up for many days. Finally Paul became so troubled that he turned around and said to the spirit, “In the name of Jesus Christ I command you to come out of her!” At that moment the spirit left her.
19 When the owners of the slave girl realized that their hope of making money was gone, they seized Paul and Silas and dragged them into the marketplace to face the authorities. 20 They brought them before the magistrates and said, “These men are Jews, and are throwing our city into an uproar 21 by advocating customs unlawful for us Romans to accept or practice.”
22 The crowd joined in the attack against Paul and Silas, and the magistrates ordered them to be stripped and beaten. 23 After they had been severely flogged, they were thrown into prison, and the jailer was commanded to guard them carefully. 24 Upon receiving such orders, he put them in the inner cell and fastened their feet in the stocks.
25 About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them. 26 Suddenly there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everybody’s chains came loose. 27 The jailer woke up, and when he saw the prison doors open, he drew his sword and was about to kill himself because he thought the prisoners had escaped. 28 But Paul shouted, “Don’t harm yourself! We are all here!”
29 The jailer called for lights, rushed in and fell trembling before Paul and Silas. 30 He then brought them out and asked, “Sirs, what must I do to be saved?”
31 They replied, “Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved—you and your household.” 32 Then they spoke the word of the Lord to him and to all the others in his house. 33 At that hour of the night the jailer took them and washed their wounds; then immediately he and all his family were baptized. 34 The jailer brought them into his house and set a meal before them; he was filled with joy because he had come to believe in God—he and his whole family.
35 When it was daylight, the magistrates sent their officers to the jailer with the order: “Release those men.” 36 The jailer told Paul, “The magistrates have ordered that you and Silas be released. Now you can leave. Go in peace.”
37 But Paul said to the officers: “They beat us publicly without a trial, even though we are Roman citizens, and threw us into prison. And now do they want to get rid of us quietly? No! Let them come themselves and escort us out.”
38 The officers reported this to the magistrates, and when they heard that Paul and Silas were Roman citizens, they were alarmed. 39 They came to appease them and escorted them from the prison, requesting them to leave the city. 40 After Paul and Silas came out of the prison, they went to Lydia’s house, where they met with the brothers and encouraged them. Then they left.

Sometimes like Paul and Silas God rewards us right away. They lived what they believed.
They praised God when beaten and put in prison.
Those that were watching them were baptized.
Because of their level of citizenship leaders feared what they could do.
WOW! What a list. Remember not always will we see the rewards in our life time. It may be a grandchild or someone who watched you from a distance that you don’t even know. Could be those you go to school or work with that quietly watch. Maybe you lead VBS or taught a class. We don’t know who is watching just know God will reward his Word in us. Do we live the word? Do others see us and want to know how to get what we have?

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