Welcome to my personal blog where I will be sharing all things aviation with some added spice as inspiration flows. You can learn about my books that are published as well as get tastes of what is to come. Why would an author write a blog? It is a terrific place to practice the discipline of writing down ideas and developing them as well as getting feedback and entering discussion with our readers. A blog is simply what used to be called a diary or journal. Goal? Try to write something every day. Well perhaps once a week. Are you on for the ride? Climb in and fly with me. Through fact and yes even fiction….
The literary genius, George Bernard Shaw once said, “Some men see things as they are and say why? I dream things that never were and say why not?” There is a two-edged sword attached to that statement. It’s one of those either/or situations.
The devil knows how to convince us with words. Look at Eve in the Garden. However, the devil is a counterfeit, with power-filled words that tempt and deceive and “convert” souls into an eternal darkness. The scripture is clear on this point—so clear that it inserts it right at the beginning.
Then the scripture proceeds to unfold the story of human kind and their struggle to find God in a world dominated by the cult of death. Thousands of years later, we are still struggling against this mighty wall of demonic oppression. It comes to steal, kill and destroy, and it appears to have only grown stronger in this present day.
His voice rings across the airwaves and jumps off the printed page. It is ok for you to do whatever you choose to do and be whatever you choose to be. God didn’t really mean what He said. You deserve to live life to the fullest without a bunch of rules putting you in chains. So humans make decisions. Their feet are swift to run to evil. Lawmakers relax laws and “legalize” the unthinkable, simply because they can no longer enforce their laws.
So, the devil has had his way. The devil’s words have power. They can bring death and destruction. They are carried by the spirit of this world. If we hear his voice we will believe his lies and we will be held captive by his minions. First sign of a storm in our life, we will fall into anguished despair, void of all hope. And guess what? The devil doesn’t give a rat’s patooty about you. He will kick you to the curb faster than you can say Jack Sprat and leave you with an assuring promise: “See you in hell, suckka.”
So do we let him have his way? Do we give in to this very strong delusion? Or do we stop, and say,
He sent his Son. They called Him Jesus. He came to love, heal and forgive….Wait? There is another way? Another voice out there? Yes! Jesus—the WORD made flesh brings the cleansing breath to our souls. He is our reality, and he bursts the devil’s unreality into a million worthless pieces.
His words have power. They bring life and restoration back to God’s holy intent for His creation. They are carried by His Spirit, and if we hear His voice and believe His promises, we will be eternally held in His hands and wrapped in His arms. When the storms hit—and they will as long as we walk on this earth—he will be RIGHT THERE, hand outstretched, saying, “Come to me…ride the waves with me…it’s all going to work together for your good in the end.”
My musing for today: It is very common and easy for us to observe sinful attitudes and actions in others and ask “How COULD they?” “What on earth are the THINKING?” And then call them ugly names while accusing, gossiping, shunning. This shock and amazement at the depravity of our fellow man is driven by one thing: the reality of the human propensity to SIN is hard to stomach. After all, “I’m OK, You’re OK! Right? Isn’t that what we’ve been taught over the last 50+ years?
It is easy to rail against “all those evil people out there—especially those that don’t think like we do—including those dysfunctional members of our own households and workplaces.
The propensity to sin is still there. It is a product of DNA, broken on the day the whole of creation shifted toward darkness with one act of disobedience in the Garden. A “bad seed,” a tare sown took root in a heart once pure and spoiled the whole lot.
The defining moment comes to us personally when we look in the mirror hoping to see our “I’m ok-got it all together-affirmed-positive-on the cutting-edge of what really matters in this life” reflection staring back at us. Instead, when God is holding a “come to Jesus moment” with us, what we see is our own broken image—used up, dull-eyed and seemingly hopeless and beyond repair. Nope no amount of fancy make up, hair product, shaving lotion, spray tan, teeth-whitener and medications and supplements can fix this image. It’s reality. God just lifted the veil.
Yes that is our defining moment. “But WAIT, God! I’m your precious child, aren’t I? What’s up with this? “. This is our Damascus road. We are suddenly aware the PROPENSITY to sin is right there in us, and it’s not pretty. The cross necklace we wear, the Jesus Pin we place on our collar, the Bible we carry to church….don’t help this image. It is NOT PRETTY.
“God, why are you doing this to me? Don’t you love me? I am your child. I’m baptized and all that?” He answers, “I am doing this to you BECAUSE I love you. BECAUSE I am your child, and BECAUSE you are baptized and all that. You are playing in the pig trough and squandering your birthright. I am giving you the gift of REPENTANCE.”
That is our “I must arise and go to the Father’s House” moment. It renews within us a right spirit. Gives us newness of life in Christ. It gives us fuel to pray for others who are snared by darkness, swimming in their own propensity to sin. It gives us the realization that the “sin nature” still lurks within us all—sinner and saint—and God has clearly marked the EXIT door—Christ came that we all may be saved, and that if we confess our sins to the Father in Jesus Name, he is faithful and just to forgive us!
On New Year’s Eve I was seized with a sensation of divine restlessness and expectancy that , as has been His way with me over the past few decades, God was going to give me a word—a focus for 2019. He has never failed to be “spot on” as the Brits say.
This year I kept hearing the phrase “prepare for the out of normal”. I had to ponder that awhile, for I knew it did not mean “paranormal,” as in ghosts and goblins or New Age apparitions. He was specifying the essence of His kingdom, not of this world. He also exhorted us to “watch for the hidden reefs in your midst, those who are not as they ‘seem’.” They are set in the middle of the body of Christ to cause shipwreck with the things of God. They eat and fellowship right alongside you, smiling and chatting away, with a hidden agenda to take you out. A friend and prayer partner also heard “Watchman” as a word for 2019. It confirmed directly what God is saying.
New Year’s Day dawned with the word JUDE resonating in my spirit. I was to READ JUDE, verse by verse and share it with others. So, here goes. Verses 1 and 2:
Mercy, peace, and love be multiplied to you. . .
To those who are called. Wonder who that might be? Oh wait. I am a believer! So I am confident that these words are meant for me, and all those who are with me in the faith. We keep good company with one another in the faith!
Jude, along with the now deceased Peter, was deeply concerned about the increasing population of false teachers that had been “welcomed” into the churches in the area which were already rapidly falling from the fundamental tenets of the Christian faith. Sound familiar? It should. We are there again as history faithfully repeats itself. No wonder God has said, “Read JUDE. Read it VERSE BY VERSE.
True confession time: I am a “Trump Supporter, conservative, evangelical Christian”, which, in some circles, equates me as a dimwit with grits for a brain. It matters not that I am college educated, literate, and have a second degree in Biblical ministries from a “real” Bible school/seminary.
Being conservative, I don’t subscribe to a socialist agenda. I have studied history, Karl Marx, literature and sociology of the ages (sociology is one of my minor fields). I have held the truth learned in these studies to be valid, especially the truth God has infused into the Scripture by His Spirit.
This article is by a fellow Trump-supporting “dim wit” who agonizes over his own beloved state of California. He hits and hits hard with how we as the church are to respond to our President, in addition to answering Gods command to pray for him. He also hits hard with truth about our responsibility as Christians to be about winning souls into the kingdom of God…and, yes, that sounds “evangelical”…that’s because it IS. The church is to do the work of the evangelist according to scripture. We are to look past the issues that keep us in constant turmoil and assume a kingdom view of things…the “40,000 foot high view”…things look very different high above this earth. And it’s closest to how God sees the grand picture as he looks upon his beloveds below…that is US, in case you’ve forgotten.
Snippets from Mario Murillo (The Trump miracle is not for wimps):
“Trump is not a pastor or a moral reformer. His role is specialized and only for a season. If we don’t seize the time and the door God has opened, disaster will strike. . . (By the way he is also not our conquering hero)
“Trump annoys you? You want a saint in the Oval Office? Grow up! His foibles are nothing in comparison to the overt godlessness spewing from the left. Instead of wimping out on Trump, blame the real villains.
“Those of you who worship Trump need a wake-up call too. He is not supposed to usher in revival. We are. He is not the one to pray without ceasing. We are. He is not the moral leader of America…that is the church!
“You claim Trump is a miracle like King Cyrus. But Cyrus didn’t help Israel build for very long. It was up to the people of God to seize the miracle. . .
“It took nearly 80 years after the king’s decree before the Temple and the wall were finished. Let me let you in on a secret: we don’t have 80 years. If we do not learn from history—America will never be restored. If we blow this…expect disaster. . .
“It is silly to worry about what people will think if we stand with Trump. . .
“We can’t be passive! We can’t fear supporting the president because things have gotten so heated. . .
“Our disunity is killing our cause. We must shake off the disastrous apathy and complacency that is dulling us to our duty. . .
“Don’t worry about others…just do the right thing. God will take care of the rest.”
So AMEN. Let’s all crawl down from our lofty towers, and out from under our rocks and pull together as a company of solid Christians and seek His face with all we have. AMEN.
It’s been said, “It’s not the storm outside, but the peace inside.” I find I have to remind myself of these things daily. I mean, all you have to do is watch the “news,” if you can call it that, and go into a hyperventilating panic attack. Pill commercials can do it too…”It’s a wonder drug…going to solve all your problems…unless it chooses one of the 354 ways it can debilitate your or kill you. Jesus has whispered to me almost daily from the back of the boat…”Come sit back here with Me and look at all that stuff from My vantage point. “
I carry a storm within me—faced with “something going on with my back”. Since April of this year I have lost my ability to fly my airplane, play my piano, drive my car and now simply walk without assistance. I have gone from highly active to disabled.
The storm went to Cat 5 when the neurosurgeon in Houston, after taking copious notes and performing the usual office visit tests, said “I will not operate on your lower back.” He ordered another MRI for the thoracic spine because ONE symptom that I mentioned triggered his keen response. “Something else is going on.” So back to the huge stormy sea of unknowing. After two toss and turn nights of crying and getting very blue, Jesus called me from his familiar seat at the back of the boat. Girl…get up and come sit with me. So..once again there is peace in the storm.
I ask your prayers as I get closer to an answer as to what is going on with my back and where I am going from here…every once in a while one of those HUGE waves crashes through and I find myself screaming my lungs out.
This eagle may be down, but she’s not out…Amen
I sat outside yesterday evening at the “twilight’s last gleaming” near our flag in the front yard and started singing God Bless America….it was a prayer. I prayed for this generation who has never known the greatness
of this country. I wept for this generation.
How can they pledge allegiance to a country they have never KNOWN? Prayer and bible reading has been shut down in schools and in the public work place. Statues of Baal have been raised as a standard to be worshipped..the god of Satan in several cities in our nation. I read of the statue being erected in Little Rock, Arkansas, in a very recent article. I only hope not. But I know of at least three others.
Baal is the god every kind of sexual perversion, and the torture, ritual abuse and murder of children. No wonder the floodgates of hell have been opened up and poured out on the land in unprecedented volume. It controls our entertainment industry, our media, our government, our education and, yes, sadly, it has found a comfortable niche in religious organizations.
How can this be in a land where we have had the right and freedom to worship the Creator Himself? How can this be in Europe, Asia, the Middle East and Africa? What we have deemed as pagan and heathen practice in the past has now become the norm—the new “good”? How can this be?
Baal’s followers are drunk on the strong drink of pride and lust. They have smoked the pink fog of deception to the fullest…they either never knew America the beautiful or were encouraged to reject it for the sake of enlightenment.
It was human enlightenment spawned in the Garden of Eden by the fallen angel of light himself. It was human enlightenment that spread the toxin into all areas of life—its philosophy shouting from the rooftops: “God did not really mean what He said. You can be like gods if you follow me.”
So idols were raised. And even the church leaders bought into it presuming to be serving God. It was just the wrong “god”. The course of God’s perfect plan of intent shifted. The earth shifted on its perfect axis…balance shifted off balance.
Lord we need a detox. We need to be washed in Your blood, and cleansed by Your righteousness and truth.
God bless America, land that I love.
Stand beside her and guide her through the night with the light from above”.
And guess what? Jesus is still the Hope of this world. He took sin and death on His cross. Satan knows well that his time is short. He knows that Jesus is surely coming again IN His church, FOR His church and WITH His church…Breathe on Your people Lord…restore us anew unto You. Amen
So, why aren’t you flying?
People ask me that a LOT these days. They ask, because I am not flying. Until today I haven’t even wanted to THINK about flying.
Believe it or not, this past month, after passing my Class Three Medical, I was hit with serious balance and mobility issues thanks to Neuropathy. It is a scary thing to stand up and NOT feel the ground you are standing on . It is even scarier not to feel where you are trying to go when you take steps. Falls ensue and more insecurity creeps in. That is chaos. It is the middle of the night and you have to get up. You cannot feel the floor nor can you see in front of you. My doctor told me with this “positional sensation” depends on eyes, inner ears and feet to make a step. He had a blood test run which also showed I am borderline diabetic, and he immediately played the diet and exercise card.
The neuropathy plays together daily with a seriously messed up piriformis muscle which pinches the sciatic nerve and needs special stretches and management. That adds more numbness and burning. So, with the help of a personal trainer, I am getting strength, balance and stability.
I heard neuropathy is compared to suddenly having a set of stilts put on you. They are right. It is also a tangible example of chaos. When I get up at night I enter chaos. I consciously say to myself, “I need to go THERE, so I must turn on the LIGHT.” Then I can SEE what is THERE so I can go THERE. As I step I use the light and rhythmic tapping of my claw cane for cadence to get me THERE.
Other challenges include large rooms with little or no furniture, large parking lots, wide corridors where there is little color contrast and no knowledge of exactly where I am to go. If I am walking with someone (which is a great help) I can hold on to them or ask them “straight ahead? Or right? Or Left? That way i can establish my walking pattern. Where there are steps or stairs I look for rails. Climbing is easier than descending.
I have also reclaimed my piano pedals which, at first, I could not feel. That was as frightening as walking without falling. Hey! Gotta have my music. I hope soon to reclaim my cockpit in the airplane. Hey! I gotta fly!
Since the beginning of the nutrition plan April 24 I have lost 10 pounds and am NOT feeling deprived …in fact my challenge is now eating ENOUGH. I have also changed my eyeglasses to “that other pair that isn’t as fashionable. I wear trifocals and they are progressive lenses. I may have to go to “lines” because they distort my vision when I look quickly to the right or left. In wide open spaces I actually do better without glasses. Hmmm.
Psalm 119:105 says “Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.” That means, if I trust in God, His Lamp comes on right at my feet and the Light illumines the path in front of me.”
Claiming the chaos and naming the environment and purpose. Somewhere, down the path there will be restoration of health. AND I will be yelling, “Clear!” And hearing the airplane roar to life for an exciting aerial adventure!