Our Growing Inhumanity and Callousness

I never cease to be amazed at how far society has fallen in their acceptance of what is morally wrong, or in my opinion, better stated as evil. This post contains some links to good examples of my thoughts contained here.  I hope you read them.

I follow a few pro-life websites, and there are times I’m barely able to finish their articles about abortion before I begin to weep and the need to pray completely overwhelms me. The Holy Spirit speaks to my spirit, and I start interceding in prayer for our country and other countries who sanction, or even order the killing of unborn babies by abortion. In some cases, infants born alive during abortion procedures are murdered by the doctor, or, medical care is withheld from these children until they die.  These babies are unceremoniously placed out of sight, left to die alone, without care or thought because they were supposed to succumb to the abortion procedure.

I do want to say, in some United States hospitals and also, in some abortion clinics, there are medical staff who struggle with the horrific practices I spoke of in the preceding paragraph. I’ve read more than a few articles about nurses whose hearts break because of abortion practices, yet they must follow their employer’s requirement which is to obey the law of our country that states a woman has a “right” to take the life of her unborn child. See this link: http://www.lifesitenews.com/news/this-is-so-hard.-oh-god-its-so-hard-nurses-tell-of-aborted-babies-born-aliv

More late-term abortions are taking place. These procedures need a woman to give birth. The result is, many more babies do not die from the lethal injections or chemical solutions meant to kill them.  According to the Journal of Medical Ethics, debates are now taking place about killing newborns if the woman chooses because the child would be a financial, physical or emotional burden to the mother OR the family. See the following link:http://jme.bmj.com/content/early/2012/03/01/medethics-2011-100411.full

In my past post entitled: When God Says-”Don’t Do That!”-It’s Because He Loves Us I talk about God in His wisdom knowing if He gives the human race an inch, we take ten miles, so to speak, and end up destroying ourselves and others. Yet, He gives us a chance to honor Him by making good, moral, loving choices like He desires for us.

I cannot fathom the reasoning of women who would actually give birth to an unwanted child and will NOT place it for adoption in a loving home, yet they follow through with abortion.  There is no excuse for this tragedy when so many women today are unable to have biological children.  Our culture has senselessly bought into the lie of satan that what we think is best for ourselves, far outweighs the lives of our own children.

Please, please give adoption serious consideration if you are pregnant and can’t keep your child.  Give life and love to your little one by allowing your baby to fulfill its God-given purpose for his or her life.  God will see your heart and take care of you, your child and the family who will love your baby as their own.  I know this for a fact.  I have two adopted children who are now grown with beautiful families of their own.. Don’t listen to the lies of our culture that increasingly speak in favor of death and destruction.

Remember this; when you abort your child, you take the lives of generations of people.

I will pray for you.  Feel free to contact me.  I love the two women who gave life to my children.  I will forever be thankful and grateful to God for their choice of life.

Donna

 

 

 

 

 

Creation, God’s Gift To Us And Himself

Age has a way of reminding us how great the gift of life and time is. I love fall, and the range of colors it brings.  One of my great desires is to be a “leafer”, and travel all the beautiful scenic routes.  I feel very close to my creator at this time of year.  Unfortunately, my finances and life are not equal to this ambitious travel desire, so, I’ve made a promise to myself to make the most of the colors and beauty around me.

My area of Nebraska doesn’t have the glorious abundance of orange and red leaves of hardwood trees like the eastern United States. I live on the Platte River, and it’s lined with the striking beauty of weather hardened cottonwood trees.  Their scarred branches reach up across the water proudly displaying their medals of honor.  Stunning gold, sunlight-reflecting waxy coated leaves that refuse to drop until the last frigid windy moment.  I’ve grown up with the cottonwoods and their sturdy familiarity and the soothing clacking sound their leaves make while bumping together in the western plains wind. The trees awaken family memories of my childhood  and cover me with peace.

In town, there are orange-hued maple trees and bright red shrubs. We baby the flowering blooms of hardy fall mums, covering them with old sheets when a hard freeze threatens and I’m not ready or willing, to give up their fall color.  Eventually, to my dismay and outspoken wishes for them to hang on, the trees drop their showy brilliance and the mums succumb to the cold. Life happens and moves on. It takes me longer . . .

You notice I said life, not death.  The trees still live and the flowers will sprout again in the spring.  Their appearance changes, but they do not die.  This last month, I’ve meditated on life and spent time praying and reading the bible during my lunch hours.  This fall I chose a few of those hours to drive around town and thanked God for His majestic creation. How blessed I am to see and enjoy it.  I noticed on the days I concentrated on God’s goodness, my attitude was much improved when I returned to my job after lunch.

During my drives I asked God questions, like, “Am I making a difference for Your kingdom here on earth?  Does what I do and prayers I pray really matter?”  He reminded me that I, too, was part of His creation, a very important part, as we ALL are.  He created us to have a relationship with Him, to know Him, not just know about Him.  A personal, intimate knowledge which comes only through spending time with Him.  I was doing this on my lunch times by praying and reading His word and asking the Holy Spirit to speak with me, but the state of being quiet before God and meditating on Him was how He answered a large part of my questions.

In the stillness, with a heart and mind focused on Father God, I could hear Him speak.

I’m learning to pray all the time, but especially at night, when I can’t sleep.  I ask God to forgive our nation for the sin of abortion, and I ask Him to do whatever it takes to stop it, not just here but everywhere.  I ask God for mercy and to shake what has to be shaken in order to make our country realize their need for Jesus Christ and the salvation and life He offers us. Yes, God is glorified in His creation, but His Son died and rose again for people.  People of all nations, that He loves and desires to dwell with in relationship. Abortion takes the life of His greatest creation.  Human beings, created in His image, for His glory, to be His sons and daughters. Each of us is unique and gifted with the qualities and talents to do His will on earth.

So, when you look and appreciate the beauty in nature around you, remember, we, God’s children, are His greatest and most valuable creation.

Father God gives only good gifts to His children.  We need to do the same.  Give our children life.

God bless each one of you.

Donna

 

 

 

 

 

Prayer For An Upside Down Heart

Neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.  Romans 8:39

Nothing can separate us from the love of Christ.  Nothing.  Then, why do I feel broken?  When I neglect my time alone with Father God, I allow anxiety, fear and the cares of this world to invade my heart, and if I don’t rebuke the evil one’s lies and replace them with God’s word about His love for me, His blessings and His care, I wind up in a mess.  Stirred up, angry, resentful and anxiety ridden.

I need alone time, but I go to bed and hope it passes.  It doesn’t.  I wake up.  It’s 2:00 in the morning.

“Father God,” I speak into my pillow. “I just want to sit at your feet.  I don’t want to ask for Your help again because you’ve done that so many times, helped me, blessed me.”

“Yet, You tell me to ask because You love me so much.  But, I think what’s going on in my upside down heart can be handled by resting in You.  I listen and wait, but the noise in my head is so loud it shuts out everything else, and the harder I try, the more the silence crowds me.”

I toss and turn.  My sheets tangle around my feet and I stare blankly at the ceiling, hoping this time will be a night You show me Your face, Father God, Your plans for me and for the people whose lives you’ve planned for my life to touch with Your love and grace. I cringe at the last thought.  In this state, how can I help anyone?

Quiet’s cymbals crash in my ears, and I sense my breathing quicken.  I put my hands on my chest, attempting to slow it’s rise and fall, to calm myself so I can sense the Holy Spirit’s quiet whisper.  “I know I’m not,” I speak into the dark. “But tonight . . . I feel lost.  I know Your Spirit lives inside me, so I can’t be without You no matter what I feel.”  That last thought signals my faith to rise.  I feel safe, and stop thrashing.

“So,” I whisper, “Help me, Lord, I love You.  Forgive me for allowing lies and fear to sit on Your throne in my heart instead of faith. I just want to be with You, now.”

I praise Him for His majesty and holiness.  Tears roll down my cheeks and puddle in my ears. “Thank you for loving me and holding me in the palm of Your hand and in Your unwavering heart.  You made me, You know all my days from the beginning of time.  You have a plan for me. Your constant faithfulness woos me.  Your strength carries me.”

The peaceful transition I long for begins.  I learned a long time ago about what the “deer panting for water” means.  As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God.  Psalms 42:1

Only the Father will satisfy my thirst.  Peace floods me and washes over me in waves, and after some time praying in the Spirit, I feel the weighty pressure of His presence. It’s like my body is being gently pushed down on the mattress and my breathing slows.  Every part of me noticeably, physically relaxes.  The calm is amazing. Nothing can come to me that He doesn’t allow and I remember again His mercy. Literally, I don’t want to move because I don’t want to ruin the heavy beauty of the moment.  I wait for His voice, or for Him to show me a picture or give me a scripture.  I inhale the thick peace cocooning me.

It’s wonderful.  Every time is like the first time I felt the weightiness of Him here with me.  I long for this, His presence, and He doesn’t disappoint.

Everything I brooded over fades away. It’s just God and me.

I wait in quietness.  He loves me back to sanity and peace, forgiving me for not taking my thoughts captive to Jesus Christ which is how I ended up in the chaos of “what ifs”.

God created each of us to have an intimate relationship with Him.  He wants us.  Make a place in your heart for Him to dwell.

Can God find a resting place in you?  I hope so.

Amen . . .

Donna

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One Person Can Make A Difference

Last Saturday, I went to the movie Olympus Has Fallen.  I really enjoyed it for a number of reasons.  One being, the movie was about my country, the USA, and how we would respond to a terrorist attack on our nation’s capitol, Washington, D.C. and specifically against our President.  I understand it’s a movie, a Hollywood production in all its special effects glory.  But watching it made me realize, it could happen, perhaps in a different way or with a different country attacking, but it’s possible.

I don’t want to ruin the movie for anyone who want’s to see it and hasn’t, so I will simply say, it portrays the resilience and determination of the American people and our military’s willingness to fight for our beliefs as a country and to stand against evil, while revealing that our decisions through time for right or wrong can come back to camp on our doorstep.  The movie shows how one man made the difference for good in millions of lives, and what could have happened had he not determinedly moved forward with his beliefs and convictions that good will triumph.

Sometimes, I wonder if my thoughts and opinions stated in these posts are making a difference for good.  If I pay attention to the media and social networks, I feel like the world is spinning out of control and how can anyone change it.  That’s what we shouldn’t do, believe the media and social networks.

As a believer in Jesus Christ, my purpose is to keep my eyes and heart, (spirit) on Him.  Whenever I deviate from that, I end up walking in fear and anxiety. God’s word says:

every spirit that does not acknowledge Jesus is not from God. This is the spirit of the antichrist, which you have heard is coming and even now is already in the world. You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world. They are from the world and therefore speak from the viewpoint of the world, and the world listens to them.   John 4:3-5  New International Version (NIV)

The media and social networks, for the most part, speak from the viewpoint of the world.  How can I see what God is doing and what He wants believers to do by listening to the news media?  I can’t, and neither can you.  To know what God desires from us is to know Him personally, intimately.  Actively seeking His face and asking Him to change us into His likeness on the inside, (our spirit) so that we may go about showing the people in the world around us His kingdom, His light and His love. When I spend time reading the bible, I see God wants us to love and care for each other.  That’s the reason I stand against abortion, the murder of the children He created out of His heart of love.

The world’s conception of faith, or what the media calls religion, is that it’s sentiment and tradition.  Many people believe that faith in God is powerless.  Religious tradition is just that, tradition, which of itself without Christ’s life breathed into it is dead and useless. Only when people understand the dynamic qualities of God and His awesome love for mankind can they begin to see how He moves in the hearts of men, women and children to change them on the inside, remove sin from their souls, and cleanse them with the blood of His son, Jesus Christ.

This cleansing brings new life to us, body, mind, will and emotions, and fills us with His Holy spirit.  We become a new person in Christ.  From that moment on, when He looks at us and hears our prayers, He sees us as redeemed from sin, which before separated us from Him.  Now, I can boldly go through prayer into His presence with my requests as His daughter, and priest, with all the rights of an heir to God’s kingdom through Jesus.  This is power.  This is love.  This is beautiful peace, healing, abundance and hope.  Hope in God as my father, not in the frail, sin-wrecked ways of the world and their solutions, culture, and economies.

When I keep my eyes on Christ, I remember He told me to write to you, to share His love and plan for each of us, which includes the lives of the unborn and taking a stand to end abortion.  No matter what anyone says or thinks about what I write, they must remember this: I speak of the goodness of God and His love for mankind, including babies, children and families.  What I have to share with you is of God.  It’s not Donna’s plan for babies, mothers and fathers, it’s God plan.

His love for you is staggeringly abundant. Each of us, helping one person at a time, loving God with all our heart and soul, doing His will on earth as it is in heaven is a very possible, achievable destiny for each of us.  Careers and riches don’t follow us into the next life.  Only what is done for God will last.  One day, we all will stand before him and give account of our lives and actions.

Jesus sees our hearts, our reasons why we live like we do.  What will our thoughts and actions say about us to Him on that day.

I ask God to bless those who read my posts.

Take a moment to send me an email at: lightcradles@gmail.com or send a note to: Light Cradles, PO Box 1795, North Platte, NE  69103-1795

Donna

 

 

The Slaughter of Innocents Happens Every Day . . .

December 14, 2012. I stood motionless in my workplace break room, staring up at the TV in horrified disbelief.  Had I just heard the newscaster say that twenty children and six adults were violently murdered in an elementary school in Connecticut? My hand slid up to my throat, my heart raced.  I backed up against the table, grateful that I was alone in the usually busy room. Immediately, I thought of my little grandsons, three and a half and two and a half.

The journalist said the children killed were six and seven. I couldn’t move.  Tears welled up, and I swallowed hard against their threatened spill.  A groaning prayer erupted in my heart and regurgitated across my lips. “Father, God.” I whispered in a shaky voice.  ” I know from what you’ve shown me, those precious little ones are with You, now, safe and loved, free from the evil horror perpetrated against them.  But the parents . . . oh, God, oh God!  How will they survive the agonizing pain?”  “Only You can help them recover, if it is survivable, only Your mercy, kindness and love can cradle them.  Please comfort, love and shelter them, please.  I know You will.  You’re constant and unshakeable.  Please hold onto every victim’s family members and friends. Reveal Your heart to them over and over, as long as it takes.  Thank you.”  I had to clock in from lunch, I’d already waited too long.  Nothing seemed important except running to my grandsons, squeezing them and feeling their warm bodies pressed against my broken heart.  Instead, I returned to my computer, my job . . . and prayed for protection for everyone I loved.

After work, I went home and stood in front of our beautiful Christmas tree.  “Dear God, Christmas.” I spoke into the silence.  “How will those families face Christmas? Some will have already wrapped gifts under their trees for their sweet innocent child who will not be there?”  I prayed again, the only thing that got me through that day.  “Help them, Father, help them!”

Amidst what I was feeling, I thought of my daughter.  She’d given birth just one week before to my precious granddaughter, our first little girl, and little she is, but healthy, and so beautiful.  I remembered something she’d said in the hospital after giving birth.  Her new daughter lay sleeping peacefully on her chest after being nursed.  My daughter glanced up and said, “Just think, a little while ago she was inside me.” At the time she said it, we smiled and agreed how amazing it was.  I also remember thinking that according to our U.S law, she could have aborted her daughter right up to her delivery.  I remember feeling sickened from the thought.  The innocent little girl our whole family so anxiously awaited, who lay sleeping so sweetly, could have been murdered just hours ago, legally, by a choice, and by people willing to do the heinous deed.

The Holy Spirit spoke to me.  “Innocents are slaughtered every day.”  His words dangled in the air like hearing a heartbeat you listen closely to hear, then He continued speaking.  “People are rightly outraged over the school children’s deaths.  The horror appears worse because they were so young.  They can’t put it anywhere in their minds.” I didn’t move, not wanting anything to distract me from His words. “What is the difference in their deaths and the adults who died, their ages?”  I knew what He was telling me.  My granddaughter was the same, born or unborn.  The elementary students were the same as the adults, or my granddaughter.  The only difference was their age, their stage of life.  You could tell from the media frenzy and national reaction to the crime, the deaths of the innocent children seemed more shocking, more brutal. Everyone wants an answer to “WHY”?

The deaths at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown Connecticut will never be forgotten.  Except for the grace of God, the lives taken will leave deep wounds that may never heal. Yet, millions of innocent children are murdered all over the world because we believe the lies that they’re not viable human life in utero, or just unformed tissue.  We’re told because of their stage of life, the unborn are somehow less valuable, less human, incapable of caring for themselves and therefore, have no human rights or are just not human.

The children murdered at Sandy Hook  Elementary were still in need of food and clothing to live, they needed shelter and love and someone to care for their welfare.  Were they, because they were six and seven more valuable than the unborn or newborn, like my granddaughter?   There is no difference!  Give this serious thought.  Murder is murder.  As a society, we’ve chosen to believe the pro-choice lies and the lies of the abortion industry.  Just because we’ve convinced ourselves, does not make it true.

Yes, everyday Sandy Hook happens all over the world.  Where is the outcry?  Think of the lives who will never be and the generations that will not exist because of this evil we call abortion.  We do not deserve it, but I constantly ask God to have mercy and forgive us.

As a nation, we’ve allowed the slaughter of innocents.

Please, please do not choose abortion.  Have an ultrasound.  See the little baby, fully formed, living and growing inside your body.

Choose life.

Donna

 

Standing For Righteousness And Being Christian

A couple of years ago, I became aware of the Holy Spirit urging me to speak the truth, and no longer remain silent about abortion and other aspects of my faith in Jesus.  I would label myself a “believer” and not just Christian.  Nowadays, the term Christian is tossed about with the casualness of someone stating their name.   It seems that anyone who is NOT atheist, Jewish, Muslim or any of the numerous Eastern religions is too quick to call themselves Christian.   Many people think they’re Christian because they go to church, or because their parents took them to church, or because they don’t proclaim another religion so, “I must be a Christian, right?”  

Proclaiming you’re a Christian should be much, much more than just saying you are one, or that you go to church.  It means you are a believer and follower of Jesus Christ who shed His blood for our sin and our complete salvation, that He died and rose again, ascended to heaven and sent the Holy Spirit to come dwell in our heart.  Being a Christian means having a personal, ongoing relationship with Jesus. Reading and BELIEVING His Word, the bible, spending time in prayer and worship and seeking His direction and purpose for your life. It means you strive to live that life seven days a week and not just Sunday. It’s an ongoing process, a goal, one that all true believers never stop reaching for.  We fail and we succeed, but we keep pressing forward, confident that the good work Jesus started in us will continue until we die.

When you become serious about being a believer, your life changes in ways you never imagined.  Spending one on one time in prayer and worship with the creator of the universe who loves you with an all-consuming love is wonderful and unnerving all at the same time.  Having a relationship with someone means you spend time with them, getting to know them and their heart and letting them see yours.  It’s during these times of prayer and worship, the Holy Spirit gives you guidance about your life and what He wants you to do to establish His kingdom on earth.  It’s why I started writing this blog.                

Today, Christians are afraid to speak the truth of the word of God concerning taking the lives of the unborn by abortion and sex between the same genders.  Our culture, in part by Christians remaining quiet on the above subjects, has made these topics not only “acceptable”, but “untouchable” without being sliced and diced by the left. Anyone speaking out against abortion or homosexuality is shredded by name calling, rebuked for what the left calls our ignorance and stupidity, and left for dead along side the liberal media road.  Liberals feed off this media opinion, even liberal Christians who do not search or believe the scriptures for God’s unchangeable covenants.   If you are a true believer, the word of God makes it very clear about the areas of life you should stand up for and speak out on, in spite of what anyone may say or print about you.  We MUST stand for righteousness if we do not want a curse upon our nation.  Here’s a link to a wonderful video: http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=D9vQt6IXXaM&hd

 Christians need to stand united and boldly declare from our mouths and our pulpits that, we will serve the Lord our God and seek righteousness by refusing to place into our government offices anyone who is Pro Choice, or in favor of abortion, and not electing candidates who promote the homosexual agenda by supporting legislation to encourage it.

The days of believers sitting silently in our pews on Sunday, singing our favorite songs, and hearing a feel-good sermon are over!  Our country’s survival  and it’s ability to promote the Christian faith to the world is in peril by our cultural agreement and silent acceptance of the so-called “enlightened” liberal agenda.  We need to vote for people who uphold morality, marriage between a man and a woman, and life for anyone no matter what stage of physical developement they have achieved.

There IS a war on women.  It’s called abortion.  It kills baby girls (and boys), and emotionally destroys the women who believe the lie that abortion is a choice that has no consequences.

Life is a right given to us by our Creator and recognized by our constitution.  There is no right to choose death for the unborn.

Donna

Walk In The Light In Front Of You

During my work week, I spend lunch times reading, praying, listening to my favorite music, or to the radio.  Today as I flipped through the stations, I heard a minister say, “You know those old lanterns didn’t cast much light.”  I remained on that particular station and listened to a few more minutes of his story.  He said when he was very young, he would follow his dad down a road in the countryside that didn’t yet have electricity in that area.  His father held an old lantern in front of them to see where to walk, and as long as he followed his dad, he was safe, and didn’t get lost.  The lantern only shined light at their feet, and did not show them the road beyond.  They had no idea what lay ahead.  Was there a ditch, a bend in the road, a washout, an animal or snake?  They could only see far enough to walk the path right in front of them.

I changed stations to catch some music, but couldn’t put the minister’s lantern comment out of my mind.  The Holy Spirit nudged my heart and said, “That’s how the Father leads you most of the time.  His light to guide your life path, but always wanting you to stay close to Him for safety and direction, and when you do, you make it to the destination He’s leading you to.”

Wow, how many times in my life has that been the case?  Almost every day!  God lights our path with his word, during prayer as we ask for guidance or help, the Holy Spirit speaks to us if we keep our heart towards the Father.  Sometimes, He lights our path through people and circumstances, through pain and joy.  These are just a few of the things that come to mind.  He may use nature-His creation, or a song, artwork, a book, but something illuminates right in front of us.  I love that about God, when my light bulb comes on and I say,” O.K., I see what you’re doing, now.”

I believe God gives us dreams and prophetic words to help guide us, but usually, it’s the constant truth of His word, prayer and the voice of the Holy Spirit. 

I wish He’d say, “In six months, this particular thing is going to happen, so get ready, or, next year you’ll be at a different job and there will be a new child in your life.”  We think that would be good, if God just audibly told us our future; but we would worry, try to manipulate details and avoid doing other things He wants us to do.  Being human, we’d probably mess it up.  He knows our frailties, and He wants us to get to know Him.  We can only do that by spending time with Him, talking, worshiping and LISTENING.  So, for our good, Father God knows to shine light on the path just at our feet, and trust Him enough to follow along behind to the destiny His great love has provided for us. 

Besides, how many people would hear God if He wanted to give you His long-term plans for your life?  I’m sorry to say, not very many.  Being able to hear the voice of the Holy Spirit takes a personal decision to make Jesus Christ your Lord and Savior. Even after that, it takes time to recognize His voice, which is usually “still and small”.  You need a repentant heart, and the genuine desire to seek God’s face and get to know Him.  It’s something I seek in my life.  I ebb and flow.  I feel close and far away, but I know His Spirit lives inside me, guiding me, loving me, and like a good parent, chastising me when necessary.  Unconditional love.  

So, when something happens in your life you don’t understand, or when you make choices you wish you could reverse, or choices you shouldn’t have made, He’s there, moving the lantern, saying,”It’s alright.  I’m here.  Follow My light. I love you, and if you’ll ask, I’ll forgive and cleanse you.  Don’t be afraid.  I have a plan.  I KNOW THE ROAD AND I’LL LEAD YOU IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION.”

Donna