Before You Pray

Isaiah 65:24 (NIV) reads

“Before they call I will answer;
while they are still speaking I will hear.”

I’ve always believed, because God is outside of space and time, that He has already heard the prayers the future me will pray.

For quite a few months last year, I struggled with morning anxiety. Waking up was painful as I was faced with so many unknowns: the deteriorating health of loved ones, incomplete projects, financial instability, family schedules . . . the list goes on and on.

I was unable to really write or even blog. I struggled with what to share and who to share it with.

I continued to pray in moans that only the Holy Spirit could interpret for me, knowing that God had a plan and even though I may not see it, it is good.

My Life Verse ~ Jeremiah 29:11

My Life Verse ~ Jeremiah 29:11

In retrospect, I can see how everything happens for a reason. In retrospect, I understand that I was getting in my own way.

I found this reminder note in my desk drawer at work and posted it to my private Facebook page, but I want to share it here, too, because, well, quite frankly, it needs to be shared.

December 8, 2014

December 8, 2014

On the morning of December 8th, 2014…
When I was waking every morning with anxiety
When I had writers block
Before Rick finally went to his heavenly home
Before Alex asked for my blessing to marry Hannah
Before I was blessed with finances for TWO important writers conferences
Before I started grocery shopping for one
Before I had health insurance
Before I picked up a paying client for media/marketing
Before our lives were shaken, stirred, pressed but not crushed, running over …
Before all these great and glorious moments, on the morning of December 8, 2014, I had a Heavenly dream. God put His calming hand on my shoulder and spoke to my soul and said, “It’s going to be all right. I hear you, and I’m already working on it.”

I am reminded every moment that God is a personal God, that He cares about every part of my being, that He is making me whole.

He cares about you, too. He’s already heard your prayers. And He’s already working on it.

And Frankly, My Dear . . . that’s all she wrote!

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Fifty Shades of Controversy

I don’t care about the book. I don’t care about the movie.

I do care about the conversations going around Facebook and other social media sites.

I don’t care if your Christian or not. I don’t care if you like the book or the movie, or not.

Here’s what it boils down to for me:

The crux of the controversy is whether or not Christian people should go see this movie. I’ve read interesting arguments for both sides, and the main consensus is, it’s ultimately harmless, and what happens in a bedroom between two consenting adults is their business.

Wait. Did you read that? It’s their business. Not mine, not yours. And certainly not a theater full of 200 or more strangers.

If your belief is, what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom, then

LET IT STAY IN THE BEDROOM!

Don’t promote YOUR sex life (fantasy, real, or something in between) on MY television screen, MY social media page, or IN PUBLIC.

You can’t have it both ways. You can’t say “it’s just between a man and woman” and air it in a movie theater. You can’t say pornography is a private issue, then blast commercials promoting it on a big screen.

I will not read this book. I will not see this movie. And it’s not because of my Christian beliefs. It’s because I believe sex is between a man and a woman and them only! It’s an act of intimacy, trust, vulnerability. It’s not coffee with friends, or shopping at the mall.

Don’t think for one minute I’m a prude. I just don’t agree with getting hot and bothered by watching something in a room full of strangers.

When do we draw the line between hypocrisy and human dignity? When do we say there are just some things that don’t need to be mainstream?

Especially on Valentine’s Day weekend. What a horrid message to send! Love is so much more than someone telling you what to do, or taking away your individuality.

Do what you want to do. But please keep your private life private. And if you agree with this, please don’t go see the movie.

Just some things I’ve been thinking about.

And Frankly, My Dear . . . that’s all she wrote!