If you do not believe the living word, you are not a christian

Must be specific or message is messed up, so again apologies Lord.

Here it is again.

These words are what he just spoke to me.

And how true, so say it over and over.

Nothing can stand, if you stand for him. Nothing can get in the way and have any power, when your all in.

It can try to fake it (any situation), but when you stand and let him do it, it all falls away and I love that.

I love that, even sometimes his words are hitting you straight between the eyes (be mature enough to take your discipline from our dad), its all true.

Many can take one thing and sorry (crap all over it) because their selfish desire, but when you know the meaning, nothing can stop you.

Over my life a fraudulent spirit, has stopped a lot of finance, that should have come to me. But, my father keeps a tally, he knows that when it comes back 7 fold (right time, right season), it means nothing to me, only the sheer blessing of a gift from my dad.

Not, because I desire a Mansion or a Bentley or Jewels, because he knows none of that means anything to me. My value is the love, between him and I, I have no need of a safe or a security guard or anything else, he is my all and again, as you may have read many times.

Once I make a decision to surrender, that means all of it. My value is something no one of this world can touch.

And that is the most awesome thing to say… and I feel his love right now and I have tears, because of its power and strength, sitting on me. WOW WOW and WOW

So if I can leave this page today with one word of wisdom, stop messing about, grow up and get serious.

Be blessed, because you can be…. CHOOSE

Today, like most days when a certain someone visits, he is here in the room, things happen and we get excited.

I am excited because, last Monday my car was put in, to be fixed after someone left their mark on my car and I let the father deal with it and when I woke up yesterday. My first words to him were, father it would be really nice if, when we are at the luncheon, they called to say it was ready, I was told Wednesday at the earliest.

So as I was paying, I got a call and boy did I get excited, call back at 4.30pm to see how long till you can pick it up today. Isn’t he fantastic, no one knew, but he did and you gotta love his work.

So, as you can see, he acts on my behalf all the time, and the other day, helping a friend, in front of me was this little thing that read, Blessed Beyond Measure and that was for me.

Getting back to today, this may sound harsh, but if you are not in the right place, then this should move you toward it.

If you do not believe the living word, you are not a christian

Bam, but its true, take no thought for tomorrow, so why are we so worried about food on our table, why when it comes to Xmas are we so worried. Because he is wanting your trust, if your a good steward, YOU have nothing to fear.

I showed it by just paying my registration for my car and my mobile phone bill, without concern.

Why, because I TRUST HIM… I am all in.

As a child, I remember the stress, I saw in my mothers eyes. The tender hooks we walked on, to keep from any strain, once mum made up Jesus in a manger, she dressed dolls and even used guinea pigs as animals, so funny, but those things, cost nothing, but are special memories to me.

We get so caught up with, bigger, better, more and fancy or expensive and why, because we have forgotten, to appreciate the one and only one.

At the time, when we were poor and had little, but somehow I knew, knew what to be happy for.

I remember one Xmas, I was asked what I wanted, it was a doll with long hair like mine, right down past her bottom, it was the only time I remember us having money. My mother won, betting on the horses and won a trifecta, I think it was.

And another time, when mum went to great lengths, to get us all together for Xmas lunch (days of hard work and planning), she was so excited, but also cautious, because we were still living with the old man. Someone decided to have a fit (its all about me moment) and that blew it, tension rose and mum was shattered, she said, that was it, and was never going to do this again, and she didn’t.

What got me was the, not understanding, mum did not have this, but craved it so much, she put a lot of herself into it, wanting a perfect Xmas lunch with her children, and instead, someone self-centred, blew it for her.

Every year for me, it was tension, I knew mum was watching the money, even when she went to the trouble of putting 5c coins in the pudding, she needed them back. I remember as I grew up, mum struggling to find something, to give as a gift, and I said, I wanted slip on slippers, these were $5 and that is all I asked for, for years, because I knew it made her happy, that she could give something, I seemed to want, yes I made a big deal (oy, could I act).

I am not putting myself on a pedestal here, but trying to explain, my mothers feeling were so much more important, than what I got as a gift.

We seemed to have not have a normal family, it was very dysfunctional, but knowing the little my mum shared about her childhood, and the pain in her words, was enough for me, to be mature and make sure, I did not further her anguish. But of course you do, but regret it all, later on.

As I grew up with my own children, the stress of trying to make do, make it special, make effort, when their dad couldn’t or just wouldn’t. And as I have grown older, seeing Santa at the shops, seeing stress, over spending and parents trying to give their best Xmas, to their ungrateful children. It has at times made me hate it, when we get Xmas in July, what the heck. Then we get it all coming out, once the last marketing comes forth.

I detest Halloween, get lollies from strangers, dress up and give the devil glory, what on earth are you doing. Sometimes we need to throw it all out, stop being religious followers of certain times of year, stop caving to peer pressure, stop all the waste.

Just stop, and appreciate each other, stop and appreciate this time of year and throw out all the tinsel, I would love an Aussie Xmas, a bottle brush tree, red tip that light up, then dangle gum leafs, kangaroos etc. Why, it does not snow here and it can get really hot and why not, make it your own.

I have had Xmas alone many times, my two children never wanted to be together and because of the times I tried and tried, I gave up. I thought if they do not realise, its about sharing time together, not me, me, me, then I am out.

So instead of sadness, I sit and appreciate time with him, and do not feel sad, because it is not, I have had times of understanding, appreciating a really special time, yes my worldly mother side sheds the odd tear, but I refuse to let it consume me.

Yes it would be nice, but life is not a movie story, it is not all a bed of roses, real life can be messy. Mine has been and currently is, but hey, I would rather be where I am, more in tune with the father, and remember, even through utter sadness, comes JOY.

So, have a wonderful time together this Xmas…

Many times, I stop and think about what he has done for me, the abundance of blessings, that he has bestowed on me.

He has supported me, comforted me, given so much and it stops me, when others, do not see him in their lives.

I know being grateful is only half or a little, but being humble, is the greatest I have, to bow before him with all I am. He is all you could ever want, but you have to realise, when he is actively acting in your life.

He is especially at this time of year, my greatest gift and even though, I have a problem with Xmas, I never forget him. I don’t see it as a time of excessive marketing etc, but a time when we should appreciate the fact, he gave to us, his life…