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Today I will let Patsy Clairmont speak for me.

Let There Be Light

This is for all my friends who are battling cancer, including those friends I have yet to meet. If you have found your way to this website, it is because the Lord God has chosen for our lives to touch. And it would be my great honor to pray for you, if you like. Just drop me a note at
shim4him@gmail.com
May you be blessed this day with extra strength and peace.
Susan

p.s. If you are not familiar with Patsy Clairmont, you should be. She is a Christian author, motivational speaker and very inspiring woman who touches the hearts of countless others through her testimony, humor and insight. Be sure to check out her website https://patsyclairmont.com/

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“Don’t make a mountain out of a molehill.” Well here in this little corner of the Midwest we have to, as far as the terrain is concerned anyway; It’s the closest thing to elevation that we have. Well almost…

My husband and I feel confident that we are living in the place which God has chosen for us, and are fairly settled. But if we had our druthers, we would be living on some mountain ridge. Or at the very least, on a small country farm somewhere in God’s country. By the way, if you don’t know what druthers are, you need to get out of the city for awhile and experience a little country life.

I often awake from pleasant dreams in which my family and I are living in such a place. Then the reality hits me; Nope, we’re still here in these allergy-inducing, scorched flatlands. Most of the time we are content enough to live here. Still, there have been several times throughout the years that we have all but begged God to let us relocate to an area more suited to our nature-loving genes and our manure-wading boots. And every single time, God said No.

Last night I couldn’t help but think about all the incredible things that God is doing in our lives right now -here in this place. I couldn’t even begin to list them all. Then it dawned on me, how many of these blessings would we have missed out on if we had gotten our way and moved? We may have thought at times that we would find more happiness elsewhere, but fortunately for us, God knows what we need and where He needs us, even more than we do and He always makes provision for that.

This realization led me to ponder some of the other times when God answered our prayers for other things with the same unyielding, “No.” I might not always have liked the answer, nor understood it, but I am now fully persuaded that His answers were always in our best interest whether we realized it or not.

Then, God clearly spoke to my heart. He said, “If you think I told you No a lot, you should see how many times I told the devil No. There were so many times he tried to trick you and deceive you, but I said NO! He tried to bring certain sicknesses and diseases upon you but I said NO! He even tried to take your lives but I said NO!”

My mind began to whir with memories of the car accidents we were in and the ones we narrowly escaped. I thought about several other times when I, personally, should have died but walked away unscathed. God has kept us safe through all of this and so much more. He healed us from that which the doctors couldn’t. And when we teetered on the brink of financial ruin, He miraculously provided. I cannot begin to imagine how many times God protected us and provided for us when we didn’t even know the need existed.

The devil has tried endlessly to bring harm to my family and I, but God repeatedly said NO! I don’t know about you, but right about now I feel like shouting for joy. Go ahead, ask me if I ever tire of talking about God and His amazing love. I will most emphatically tell you NO!

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Yesterday’s quick grocery run would normally have been a typical, mundane task hardly worth noting. But God, in His infinite wisdom has a way of using even the seemingly insignificant things in life to teach us valuable lessons and reaffirm the fact that He cares about the smallest details of our lives.

If you’ll bear with me, I’ll try not to bore you with trivial shopping details, but I would like to take you to the produce section for a moment. Interestingly enough, produce was not even on my small list, but that is precisely where I headed first. More specifically, my cart sort of drove itself to a basket of reduced (aka cheap) bananas, which was an interesting feat since I didn’t even know they were there.

I cannot even remember the last time I made banana nut bread, but I instinctively grabbed two big bunches in order to amend the situation. Then I had a thought. I needed more bananas so that I could make extra and give some away. So with two more big bunches tucked into my cart, I hurried off to finish shopping.

What I didn’t know was that something interesting was happening at my home about that same time. Our air conditioning had broken down (that’s not the interesting part) and someone was coming to look at it.

That’s a whole other story in itself. Let me give you the nutshell version, though, because it ties into my banana story. When the air conditioner quit a few weeks ago, my natural inclination was to call the repairman immediately. However, my husband and I are walking through a new commitment to be less hasty in our decisions, especially those that pertain to finances. So we waited and prayed about the least expensive way to fix the unit.

We really aren’t cheapskates, but the heat was becoming unbearable and we had decided that calling a repairman was just not in the budget at the time. The very same day that my husband planned to do something about the situation, a co-worker volunteered to come look at the unit.Long story short, God answered our prayer for an inexpensive fix. The parts only cost thirty-five dollars. I don’t have to tell you what a blessing and a relief that was! But there is more.

Of course my husband had inquired as to how much payment his co-worker wanted for labor, but he politely refused because, in his own words, “I just really like helping people.” If you read my last post, ‘My Husband’s Gift, you will know that it was only the day before this that my husband was in a remarkably similar situation, only he was on the giving end. Wow! What an example of reaping what you sow.

So what does this have to do with bananas? When I pulled into the driveway after my shopping excursion, my husband happened to be standing there. With a big smile, he gave me two-thumbs-up. I knew the air conditioner had been fixed. “How much?” I asked. He happily told me the price. “But there is something else- the fix,” he said, “will cost us thirty-five dollars and (playful pause) banana bread.”

I laughed aloud and exclaimed, “God is so cool!” With that, I opened the hatch and handed him a bag of bananas. “I already planned to make banana bread tonight,” I explained, “and the thought had already occurred to me that I needed to make extra to give away.”

Not at all surprised, my husband then explained that when his co-worker didn’t accept payment, he planned to respond, “Well, at least let my wife cook something for you.” But when he opened his mouth, the words “Then you are getting some banana bread,” slipped out instead.

You might think this is all coincidence, but I assure you it is not. God really does care about the most minute details of our lives. Matthew 6:8 assures us that our heavenly Father knows what we need even before we ask. He wants us to be so keenly aware of this fact that he uses even the simple things in life to prove it.

This post is just one small example. God cared that we were miserable in the heat. He cared that our finances were tight and there were better things to do with our money than spend it on repairs. And he cared enough about my husband’s co-worker to give him the opportunity to help others since that is important to him.

And believe it or not, finding cheap bananas was no coincidence either. My heavenly Father threw in the banana bread element so that I would recognize His had at work and not take it for granted. It is so easy to become distracted by the stuff of life that we don’t recognize the simplest of blessings and give credit where credit is due.

I truly hope, dear reader, that as you go through this week that you too will take the time to look around you and see God’s hand at work in your life. It shouldn’t be hard; Evidence of God’s abundant goodness are all around us and envelop just as the scrumptious aroma of banana bread baking in an oven fills the kitchen.

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Spoiling and pampering my husband happens to be one of my favorite pastimes. I suppose that is why I like Father’s Day so much. Through the years, my children and I have put a lot of creative energy into making this day an absolutely unique and special one. We have been blessed with an incredibly awesome husband/father and we never tire of finding ways to show him how very much we appreciate him.

This year, however, Father’s Day just snuck-up on us all and took us by surprise. By the time I realized what day it was, there was no time to plan anything. So we splurged on some mouth-watering BBQ brisket with all the fixings and some warm berry pie alamode for desert, and then relaxed. It turned out to be a great Father’s Day; sometimes the greatest days are those framed in simplicity.

There had been no time to make or buy any meaningful gifts. My husband wasn’t the least bit disappointed though. He considers each day spent with his family to be gift enough (honestly!). And like me, he much prefers giving gifts than receiving them anyway.

This brings me to the reason for today’s post. On a day when my husband had every right to expect a gift, he was busy giving one instead. Knowing that a recently widowed neighbor was having trouble with blocked gutters, he had gone over to clean them for her.

She was relieved, but frankly admitted that she had no money to pay him. He explained that he was there to help and that money was not desired. She then offered some home-made jelly so that she could at least pay him for his generosity in some way.

My husband politely accepted but insisted that the jelly, as delicious as it is, was not necessary. He looked her sweetly in the eye and said, “My Lord told me: This is love, to take care of the widows and the orphans” (James 1:27). The grateful widow pensively nodded and thanked him.

I could have spent months planning the perfect gift but it would not have been anywhere near as wonderful as the gift that he received from the Lord today, the opportunity to help someone in need.

Enough said.

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A note to teens –and everyone else for that matter:

In my last post, I admitted that I was a bona fide snake hater. Before you report me to some herpetology activist however, let me say in my own defense, that I have had several rather unpleasant run-ins with snakes in the past.

Several decades ago, for instance, I was horribly embarrassed by one of those nasty, scaly reptiles. For those of you who were born and raised in the city, let me preface this incident by explaining that an outhouse is an outdated, rather crude, prototype to today’s modern porta-potty. I feel the need to explain this, as I actually know people who are clueless about such matters.

It happened in a large underdeveloped park located in the middle of Nowhere, U.S.A. I had only just begun my business in the outhouse when a rather large snake poked its head through a hole in the wall and started its slithery descent downwards. Calmness has never been my greatest virtue (just ask my oldest daughter). So, I allowed my panic to take control, and hurriedly shuffled out of the outhouse with my pants around my ankles.

I hadn’t gotten very far from the building when it dawned on me, people were staring. Worse yet, many of them were laughing and mocking. I was so embarrassed that I briefly considered rejoining Snakezilla, but opted not to because the opinions of those people were far less important to me than my safety and well-being.

The event was terribly humiliating, but I was eventually able to forget it ever happened. Then a few years ago, I was listening to a television evangelist’s sermon on Eve’s sin in the Garden of Eden. He posed the question: “What do you think this world would be like today if only Eve had recognized that the serpent which tempted her was really the Devil in disguise?” He then challenged his audience to learn from Eve’s mistake when faced with temptation, and to remind themselves, “Snake coming!”

For years I have been trying to heed his advice. I encourage you, dear reader, to do the same. I know it’s not easy. Temptation usually comes at us like a snake in the wall –when we are least expecting it, and it is really difficult to get away.

Still, I truly believe that most teens are incredibly wonderful people with tons of potential who desire to live right and be good. But living in this present world can make this quite difficult because it is heavy with peer pressure and problematic challenges. Nevertheless, dare to be different and stay true to yourself!

When you follow your convictions and stand strong with morality and character, some of your peers may laugh and mock you, but it doesn’t matter what they think. It is more important that you keep yourself safe physically, emotionally and spiritually. And please, be patient with us old fogies. You probably think that we don’t understand. Let me be honest; sometimes we don’t. But we are rooting for you and trying our best to help you stay out of the outhouse. Between you and me, it stinks in there.

From now on, when you face temptation of any kind, including compromise or ungodly conformity, remind yourself: “Snake coming!” and get out of there.

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I may not use a lot of makeup or fancy beauty products, but I am not opposed to them. After all, I have seen some pretty convincing before-and-after celebrity photos. However, before you select someone from a glamour magazine to emulate, you might want to consider this:

Mascara used to be made from bat guano (that’s bat poop to us simple folks). Likewise, bird poop is still used in certain luxury spa products, as well as snail secretions and other gross stuff. Additionally, some perfumes are made indirectly from whale vomit.

Right about now, you should be asking yourself what kind of person would ever look at steamy pile of whale vomit and think ‘Just what I‘ve been searching for, now I can make perfume.’

Call me crazy, but I suspect it might have been the Lord God that whispered the idea to someone in order to create a visual example of His glorious, transforming power. There are so many people out there who are deemed unlovable, unreachable and unwanted. But these are exactly the kind of people that God searches for; they are precious in His sight. He takes them, as repulsive as they seem to others, and turns their lives into something beautiful and exceedingly valuable.

I know this to be true because I am living proof. If only you could have seen where I came from versus where I am today, you would definitely see an incredible example of God’s miraculous transforming power.

To continue our beauty lesson, it might interest you to know that snake venom is used in many anti-aging skin care products. I guess someone didn’t realize that venom is poisonous. The use of this ingredient may seem absolutely insane, especially to a normative snake hater like me. But to God, it’s just another example of His transforming power.

Years ago, when the Lord first began teaching me about forgiveness, He helped me to understand what I now call the antivenin principle. Simply put, snake venom is often lethal, but many lives have been saved by a serum which is made from the very same venom.

Here’s how it works: professionals inject small amounts of snake venom into an animal, usually a horse, until it develops immunity antibodies against the venom. A serum is then made and injected into the snake bite victim. The antivenin then counteracts the deadly venom and the person’s life is spared.

When Satan, who is likened to a serpent, injects his venom in us through abuse, neglect, tragedy and so on, a part of us starts to die emotionally. But if we allow Him to, God can heal us, and turn those poisons into antivenin.

In other words, when we share our testimonies of emotional healing with others who have experienced the same kinds of ‘venom’ in their lives, we can truly empathize with their pain and help them through it in a way that others might not be able to. Satan intends his poison to destroy us, but God uses it to bring life.

We may not fully understand all the whys of life, but we can definitely see the WOWS of God’s healing power!

Postscript: Even though I don’t use much makeup, I love my scented bath products and lotions. So, if any of you find out that any of these are made with disgusting ingredients like llama spit, please don’t tell me; I still haven’t come to grips with the other stuff yet.

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Cover-ups

Talk about an oxymoron; pain killers give me headaches. Of course I’d rather let God heal me, but sometimes I just don’t have the patience or the strength to wait so I turn to drugs –the legal ones of course.

Such was the case today. By five-o’clock I was more than ready to swallow the little white pill that was supposed to relieve the pain and make me forget my woes. My brain sent notification to the troubled area that help was on its way and my injured back muscles began to relax as the pain began to fade. However, it didn’t take long for my eyelids to droop involuntarily and my stomach to feel slightly queasy from this foreign invader. As a result, my defense mechanisms yelled “Sleep!” so I complied as best I could.

About an hour later I got up with every intention to make dinner but I wasn’t even sure if the head bobbling atop my shoulders was even mine. True, that little white pill helped ease the pain in my back, but I had only traded it for a headache and a slight case of incoherence. Don’t tell my teens this, but this is probably the best time for them to ask me for stuff since I am hardly able to make rational decisions.

My husband made dinner so that I could soak in a hot bath instead. (Have I told you wonderful he is?) While in the tub, I managed to say a simple prayer for healing because that tends to be more effective than eucalyptus oil- which does seem to help by the way. Oddly, I did find it almost humorous that I was dealing with a headache after taking a heavy duty pain killer –go figure.

After a while, it was painfully obvious, pun intended, that the little white pill hadn’t really eliminated my awful back pain, it only covered it -and created additional pain to boot. True, the pain medication was a welcome quick-fix remedy, but it didn’t really solve anything.

Obviously, in order for our bodies to be pain-free for good, they need to be healed at the root of the problem. The same thing applies to emotional wounds; they can become excruciatingly painful when left untreated. Often, we try to cover our emotional pain with one of those quick-fix remedies -you know what I‘m talking about. We mistakenly believe that we can take some little white pill, metaphorically speaking, and the pain will simply go away. While it is true that we might defer the pain for awhile, it has hardly gone away.

This temporary fix creates other problems as well; emotional pain that is not healed at the root always manifests in other areas of our lives. And when this happens, we tend to become so distracted by the side effects that we are hardly able to make rational decisions. This is the adversary’s plan.

Praise God there is a true remedy for every ailment; His name is Jesus. We are so blessed that He, our Great Physician, lovingly and completely heals all of our emotional wounds from the root, along with the pain. And isn’t it wonderful we don’t need to schedule an appointment to meet with Him. Our great physician is always available, has every answer to every emotional pain, andHis healings have no negative side-effects whatsoever.

I have learned through the years not to waste any time calling on the Great Physician when I am emotionally wounded. If only I could learn to deal with physical ailments a little more quickly at times. Oh well, I am still a spiritual bobble-head at times. Can anyone relate?

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Power Outage

Bedtime was still a few hours away so the girls and I each settled into our own pleasurable activities to wind-down for the night. One of the girls was giggling at an old movie while her sister was on the phone talking faster than anyone could possibly listen.

I too was occupied, completely unaware of the approaching storm. It wasn’t a big storm, just one of those that rolled in quickly, hit furiously, and left suddenly. But there we were, inside a house suddenly blackened by a power outage.

Immediate sounds of scurrying and bumping indicated that someone was slightly frantic. She was searching wildly for her cell phone because she had been disconnected. I suppose it was the urgency of the matter that caused her to forget how helpful the light can be. Her sister was a bit disgruntled at the forced intermission but decided to make the most of it by fixing a sandwich. She could not see into the refrigerator, however and grumbled, “How long till we get the power back?”

Quite amused, I waited a few moments before shedding light on the subject (literally). Because my husband and I are always prepared for a blackout, we always keep two oil lamps, candles and flashlights readily available. If a power outage happens at night, therefore, we are never left unprepared  in the dark.

 Still, neither of my daughters had thought to take advantage of the light which was practically at their fingertips. I lit one lamp and watched the girls settle into a more peaceful state now that they could see things more clearly.

Gazing at the soft, soothing glow of the lamp, I thought about the ten virgins who took their lamps to meet the bridegroom (Matthew 25:1f). Five wisely prepared their lamps with oil, five did not. Once these five realized they had forgotten the oil, they scrambled in desperation, much like my daughter did for the phone. It was too late. Their lack of preparation cost them dearly.

I thought too, about the unexpected storms of life. There have been times in my life when I was far less prepared than I needed to be when they hit. And like the girls, I was so distracted by immediate circumstances that I didn’t immediately reach for Jesus, the true Light.

One of the things that I dearly love about my husband is his calmness in the face of every storm, both physical and spiritual. Many years ago we faced a very destructive tornadic storm, which caused me great anxiety. I was on the other side of town, when several tornadoes began touching down near my home.

Regardless of the danger, I was determined to return home to my family. Our children were very small at the time and we lived in a mobile home park. Those are not the safest places to live, as evidenced on my way home. Several of the mobile homes from a nearby park had been thrown onto the highway and a few were perched in trees; few were left standing in the park. And to make matters worse, a radio announcement reported that the town located only miles from our home had been mostly leveled.

I assumed my family was in the storm shelter, and I knew deep down that God would protect them, but that didn’t stop worry from gripping my heart. It was not until I pulled into our park entrance that I began to relax; minimal damage was evident, but all was intact.

Rushing through my front door to grab a few things before joining my family, I was stunned to find all of them inside. I sternly asked my husband, “Why aren’t you in the storm shelter?” My husband smiled at me, raised his hands, and his gaze, upward and confidently answered, “I am!”

Obviously he knew where The Light was all along and was fully prepared.

Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path (Psalm 119:105).

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