I’m Not Going

I’m not going to my appointment today.

There are two ways God knows He can get my attention. Money, and physical pain. God also knows I’m continually on the lookout for the next right thing being done. What happened yesterday, was not the next right thing for me.

My health insurance ran out in March of this year.

When I made the appointment with my breast surgeon a couple of weeks ago, the lady on the phone assured me that the cost of the appointment could be broken down into payments afterwards. A lady from the surgeons office called yesterday to tell me that the appointment would need to be paid in full at the time of service. Sorry, but no.

That is not what I was told when I agreed to come in.

That decision has placed me on a new path this morning.

Thank you for your love and prayers. Forgive me for not going.

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Feel the Music (Plumb)

Prayer doesn’t need to be complicated.

My two favorite are, “Thank you God”, and “God help me.”

It’s been a quiet year, and I have made it even more quiet. Life gets quiet, like God is giving us a break before He shows us what’s next. I’ve never been good at ‘staying’.

This song comes on the radio every time I hop in my truck.

My prayer today is, “God. Help me to do whatever you would ask of me, and help me to stay.”

 

Feel the Music

Sitting at my desk enjoying the day, in pajamas, and coffee within reach. The radio is quietly playing in the background. This entire time it felt like it was Sunday, instead of Saturday!

Listening to the music in the background, this song was playing. It’s one of the songs I played to praise, and worship God with while standing on The pier. That was where I  re-connected with God, after leaving a 25 year, unhealthy marriage. A couple of weeks ago the pier was mentioned in this Feel the Music, so these songs still resonate with me.

In this song, “Words”, by Hawk Nelson, it feels like he is shouting out to God! That is how I felt then, and sometimes now. Plus, as writers, we have a thing about ‘Words’. Enjoy!

Let my words be life
Let my words be truth
I don’t wanna say a word
Unless it points the world back to You

Have a beautiful day, Beautiful Souls. Much love to you! ❤

The ‘Love’ Button

Do you use Facebook to love on people? They don’t make it easy anymore, because they control how many people your post will reach. Maybe they should hand me that button!

This made me think of the Wizard of Oz. You remember the man behind the curtain? He was controlling what Dorothy and gang were seeing as this all-powerful Wizard. He was running a machine that projected an image of the wizard. So, somebody behind the Facebook machine has set the algorithms to reach only a certain amount of people.

For example, Letigocoach Facebook page has drastically dropped in reach. Thank God that page was created, and grew before Facebook put a cap on it. Today, when I post it be like, “Letitgocoach continues posting encouragement! Almost 2 Billion people would could be reached, but we’re only going to allow 5,000.” Well, high-five Facebook!

Your new ‘love’ button in the comments section will work!

The love button! Not only can you ‘love’ what people post, but now you can express ‘love’ in the comment section as well. Way to go Facebook! Let’s spread some love!!!!

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Aren’t we here to spread love? God can use Social Media!

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WordPress needs a ‘love’ button. When reading a Blog on WordPress, often times it’s more than just a ‘like’, which is the only option available. In the comment section below, I’ve began writing, “LOVE button needed”, just to let the writer know, it’s more than a ‘like’. Maybe if we all started doing this, WordPress would see it, and add the ‘love’ button.

God has protected me on Facebook. The Letitgocoach page has been there for years, and not one person has left a hateful comment. That’s probably God protecting them. “Don’t do it Mama! Don’t do it!”, as my daughter would say.

We all need love. Even in the form of a button. Love flows through the fingertips, so it makes sense to press a button. People press every kind of button on Facebook! Hah! (Good one) The most lovable people have been placed in my life thanks to God working through Social Media. Often times we post to one another’s page as an expression of love.

Mah people know Facebook is uninstalled from my phone. (Boundaries) The only way these loving gestures are seen is by logging onto a laptop. Early this morning I logged on, and the pic below was on my timeline. God sent this woman through Facebook. She is a Coach, and a beloved friend, but she lives in Nevada, so we met thanks to Facebook.

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Because this is stunning, just like you! ~Sarah Reno Baker~

The photo, and her words took my breath away! PRETTY!

It’s difficult to accept compliments, so after seeing this on my timeline, I clicked the ‘love’ button underneath, and sent her a private message. The picture was breathtaking enough, but the words Sarah wrote in the caption below the pic, rendered me speechless. My finger reached up and pressed the heart. Let’s give God some Glory for the love button!

What a Savage!

My daughter has been at her Dad’s since Friday. Yesterday, we decided to meet up at one of our favorite coffee houses. Stepping outta my truck, she was walking across the parking lot towards me. I was in awe of her grace, and beauty.

Her hair was woven in this messy bun atop her head She was wearing a white, knit top, loose-fitting jeans, and comfortable looking heels. Wanting a picture of her, I handed her my phone, and asked her to snap one. Next time, I’ll be more specific, because this is what she did.

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She will be screaming that I shared this, but she knows her Mama. This is her ‘egg’ look she often sends to her best friend. Her bestie is Japanese, and has darker skin, so she is referred to as ‘brown egg’, and my daughter is ‘white egg’.

Their most obvious differences, yet they are besties. They speak to one another like savages, but they love one another. Her friend knows her true beauty. Her heart.

People see my daughter, and may think she knows she’s beautiful. The sad part is, my daughter doesn’t know it. No matter how often she hears it, she just laughs it off. Do you know what causes her to question herself?

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She compares herself to what she sees on Social Media.

So, she knows this. 2 “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—His good, pleasing and perfect will.” (Romans 12:2 NIV)

“The Spirit of God has made me; the breath of the Almighty gives me life.” (Job 33:4)

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My daughter doesn’t need my preachin’. She knows my heart, so I pray for her instead. So one day she can do this.

“I will give thanks and praise to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well.” (Psalm 139:14) Her soul needs to know.

We live together, so she hears some preachin’, and sometimes too much! Her new thing to say is, “It’s okay Mama. I still love you, just a little less!” Hah! What a savage!

When Stork Stares

IMG_20161128_104228This morning, Stork perched on the railing of this pier. He felt me watching, turned his head and stared straight back. That got my attention. It had been years since he did that.

The stare was an acknowledgement. “You are sitting still, watching, and I have your full attention. Good!” It was scary, but exciting at the same time! If you don’t know about the Great Blue Heron in my life, you can read more here. Stork is my sign from God that I’m right where I’m supposed to be.

My morning meditation, “You are on the path of my choosing.

To be on the path of God’s choosing. It may begin on a path we choose, but God will come in and straighten it out. He is always with us on our journey, and if we lose our way, we can follow Him. He doesn’t judge, and loves unconditionally.

“I have this hope. In the depth of my soul. In the flood or fire, you’re with me and you won’t let go.” That is my hope.

 

 

 

 

Hey God! Dat You?!?

We’ve been talking about Satan this week, and we are NOT done, but today is God’s day. Isn’t that what we are taught to believe? Sunday is God’s day. Right?

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God is moving so fast in my life, I feel behind! Isn’t that where we’re supposed to be? Behind Him? He has many plans, but He waited until I was ready before He revealed them. How do I know they are His plans? Because they are my wildest dreams! (Another Blog)

We serve a God that wants to grant us our dreams, and He is a wild God! “Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think.” (Ephesians 3:20 amp)

I have so many things I want to share with you right now, it’s overwhelming! It’s the good kind of overwhelm tho. My heart is racing, and I can’t type fast enough! God has always taken excellent care of me, and that is how this Blog started. To show you!

But now, I’m gonna ‘tell’ you some things.

Will you ‘like’ all of it? Probably not. I am not bashing Christians. I am one! You’ve been sitting in a pew, being spoon fed long enough! (They just closed the screen)

Is God quiet in your life? I have said that many times, “God? You are so quiet!” Nope. I was the one being quiet. He gave me a really big mouth, and the gift of writing. Wow! You go God! I’m finally ready for Him to use it. Heck! He gave me a year of rest!

To the naked eye, it looked like I had Breast Cancer, but He used Cancer to give me rest without an option. You know why? Because God can’t use a worn out warrior!

This song just came on the radio, and you need to take a listen. I stopped writing, and started jumping up and down singing along at the top of my lungs! My arms were swinging through the air, similar of a boxer. I’ll haveta ask my daughter to take a video, because it surprised me how much I looked like a fighter in that moment! God gave me a year off, so He would have His mighty warrior back! Right Olivia?

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Do you know why people get offended? Oh! I know…I know! (This is where my hand shoots up it the air, hoping God will pick me to give the answer, like we did in school) I have studied, and learned this lesson because I used to be offended so easily. “Get over yourself Barb!” Oh, you mean it’s not about me? Thank you God!

What I write about is the lesson learned. Satan’s greatest weapon among BELIEVERS is offense. Did you get that? Lemme say it this way. “The truth hurts!” God sends people to teach us, so, to all those people still reading my Blog hoping to see if your name is mentioned? Thanks for the lesson!

BOOM! Did you hear that?!? That was some offended followers leaving, and the door slamming shut behind them! I bet they stalk my Facebook page too, just to see how I’m doing without them in my life. (Me- Waving bye. That’s another Blog)

I bought a book recently from a fellow Blogger. I haven’t read it yet, but I will. Hell, I couldn’t get past the first page! He said, “Raluca Adelina Hanu, this is not for you.”

Cristian Mihai!!!! YOU are a Badass!!!!! https://cristianmihai.net/

God must have really big plans for Cristian Mihai because that’s the poor guys name!

Can you imagine, if he’s waiting for someone at a coffee shop? He is just there, minding his own bizness. This person walks in, sees him, and yells, “HEY CRISTIAN!!!!” Gasp! I imagine everyone sitting there would stop and look in horror!

Now Cristian, thank you for letting me use your name today. If we ever meet in person, I have a huge hug with your name on it. I know….I know….I try not to write names, but it was all God. Oh….That sounded like I was blaming God. Woops! (That’s another Blog)

blog1A friend sent me the above Meme yesterday. That is the kinda people I want in my life. ‘Spiritual Badasses.’ This friend is considered in today’s society a “Christian Lady.” I refer to her as ‘Potty Mouth”, and “Queen B”, (for Badass) because she cusses more than I do, and she ain’t scared of shit! She stared death straight in the face and said, “Get under my feet Satan, cuz God ain’t done with me yet!!!”

She is older than me, (forgive me for saying that), but with her extra years, she is filled with wisdom. I don’t ask for her ‘opinion’. I ask her to lay some ‘wisdom’ on me! Thank you God for Connie Moore! Oooops! I used her name! Well, one of her favorite sayings is, “Just do it, and ask forgiveness later”, but I won’t need to do that with her.

My God is yelling my name from the mountain tops! “HEY CHRISTIAN! I have some plans that are gonna blow your mind, but I need you to sit with me everyday!!!!”For I know the plans and thoughts that I have for you,’ says the Lord, ‘plans for peace and well-being and not for disaster to give you a future and a hope.” (Jeremiah 29:11)

If Sunday is the only day you sit with God, that is between you and Him. My God wants to use me everyday, and that is scary. Have you been around me before?

I must be preachin’ good, because I just saw my very first snake in the yard. He was right in my path, and I almost stepped right on him!!! Isn’t Satan a snake in the Bible? If your life is quiet, it’s because Satan ain’t worried. Yea, I wrote it in bold because I haven’t been a threat to him in a long time, but guess what Satan? Be worried.

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God Uses Scraps

The saying, “Big Hot Mess”, has new meaning to me. I just watched a video by Steve Harvey, and he broke it down simply. Let’s see if I can do the same.

I like simple. There is nothing fancy about me, but I’m happy. I had fancy, but my life was not a happy life. I could walk through my home, and see pretty things, but I couldn’t look in a mirror.

You see, my then husband and I were living above our means. We were buying all these beautiful, expensive things, and putting them on credit cards. That will be in the book I’m writing, but I haven’t needed to use a credit card in 5 years. Lesson learned.

Steve Harvey used to work for Ford Motor Company. He was a foundry which builds the engine block. The block is the foundation of the engine. You have to have a solid block before adding pieces to the engine. It all begins with scraps. Twenty something years later, Steve is a spokesman for Ford.

Ford uses scrap metal to build their engine blocks. The scraps are laying in a junk yard, and look useless. Are you underneath a pile of junk? Like some of the things that are happening in your life right now feel overwhelming? You may be in the furnace being melted, so God can use you!

hotmessWhen I was willing to let all that stuff go. To walk out of the glass house I had built for myself, it was like God said, “Yay! There you are. Let’s get to work!!!”

You see, I was a mess. I felt like a car that had been wrecked. I was so tired of keeping up with the Jones’, and I didn’t even know anybody with the last name Jones!

All the pieces of my past. Everything I had been through were piling up. I was my own personal junkyard, and the pile was getting pretty intense! Then here comes God.

Steve Harvey showed a video of how an engine block is made. They would dump all that scrap metal into a fiery furnace, and it would melt down into liquid form. A machine would pour the liquid into a mold, and here comes my favorite part…A giant claw would come by and grab the mold! Have you been melted down, and then grabbed by God?

Well, hold on tight baby cuz this is where it gets good!!!

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Going through Breast Cancer last year changed me. I had been writing for three years, and felt like I was doing okay with it. Those three years were my ‘push ups’.

Can you do pushups? They start out small, but the more you do them, the better it gets. What starts out with 5 pushups, goes to 10 pretty soon, and as long as you keep doing it, (like writing, and publishing each Blog), you are at 100 before you know it.

Well, I had written over 350 posts, and found out I have Cancer. I wrote less last year, but when I could think, I wrote. God was refining me. He used what I was going through not only to encourage others, but to melt me down, and pour me into His mold for me.

When I first started writing, I was covered in junk. Writing has been a very healing process, but you see, I was choosing what to write. I was picking up a piece from the top of the pile, and writing about that. I would ask God to bless it and write it.

Then after doing so many pushups, I was getting stronger but not becoming more brave. I was not brave enough to share the really good stuff. The stuff that was painful to share. That is where Cancer came in. Through Cancer, God made me brave.

Steve mentions in the video that once the hot liquid becomes solid, his job was to hit it with a sledgehammer. Wait….I’m having a Pat Benatar moment.

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After about 3 weeks into Chemo, I would come home and pass out. It started off slow and was a gradual buildup of the toxins invading my body to kill that major toxin. Once I had more of the bad stuff in me, than good, God would hit me with his mighty hand.

Like a sledgehammer.

People would ask me what it felt like to have Chemo. I would sorta laugh and tell them, “It feels like being hit by something a lot bigger than me!” My God is big!

Steve would hit the block with a sledgehammer, to make sure it was solid. To make sure there were no air holes, or loose pieces. Then here comes the best part. If it passed the test….wait, did you get that? Let me write it in bold for ya….”If it passed the test…“, the block would continue down the conveyor belt and start receiving additional pieces.

Am I preachin good? We have to be solid before God will add anything else!!!

If you have made it this far into what I’ve been trying to share, you are a Badass! This is probably one of my longer ones, but it has been spirit led. I will not put any restraints on what God wants me to share. No more picking what to write from the top of the pile.

I know you have already spent a good chunk of your time with me, and I am grateful, but if you can spare 30 more minutes, here is the video by Steve Harvey. Be blessed.

Praise Him Anyway

I have done a lot of things that make me look like an idiot. Probably one of my all time favorites was when I would praise and worship God on a pier.

I woke up this morning, snagged a cup of Joe, and stepped outside. I love to stand on my front porch, feel the cool breeze (for now), and just soak in the moment. The sun breaks through these two ginormous oak trees right in front of me. It’s like God’s way of saying, “Good Morning.” I walked inside, flipped on the stereo, and stepped back outside.

This moment brought back memories of McDade.

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This pier is where I stood and worshiped God. This picture was taken on a crisp, and frosty morning, but that didn’t stop me from going down there. I still remember the warmth of my feet, breaking through the frost, as I jumped up and down, and danced around. That pier was completely thawed by the time I was done, and so was my heart.

The wooden spool is where I sat my coffee, and laid my phone, which was playing the music to worship Him. I miss that pier. My heart was longing for that feeling this morning, but all I have now is a front porch. Plus, there is a road in front of my house!

I still live out in the country, but since we moved to this little farmhouse in Dale, I haven’t enjoyed that outside ‘praise and worship’ moment. This morning, I could feel, and hear the music coming through the screen door, as I stood on the porch. Instinctively, my feet started bouncing to the beat because guess what song was playing?

Yep. It was the one I shared yesterday in our Feel the Music series. I sat my coffee down, and raised my arms high in the air, and sang along with Tenth Avenue North, “I have this hope…”  The feeling that came over my body, was like a drug!

My heart began to swell, and it felt like mild electrical waves flushing through my veins. I had goosebumps from head to toe, and it’s just the most exhilarating feeling ever!

I heard a car coming, so I withdrew. It was the same feeling when I would hear a car coming down the driveway in McDade. I lived on 40 acres, so the only car that drove by was my landlord. He was probably thinking, “We really need to size her up for a little white jacket that ties in the back.” What would this person coming down the road think, if they saw me dancing around my porch? In my pajamas no less!

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This is a picture of my daughter taken in McDade. She is gazing out the window, on a rainy day, looking at the pier. That is how we treat God sometimes. We can feel in our heart what He wants us to do, but let’s just stand here a minute and think about it.

The Bible is full of stories where God asked followers to do things that made them look like idiots. My favorite is Noah. I just love his heart! Let’s build an ark, and wait for the rain. The people in this town already shake their heads at me. It wouldn’t surprise them at all to see me building an Ark in my front yard. I say, “Let them think”.

They know I’m a writer that lives with my daughter. I wear pajamas way too late in the day. Sometimes the entire day. I had Breast Cancer and walked around bald-headed last year, but….”She’s always happy.” They know what they see, but you can’t see God.

You have to feel Him.

Is God prompting you to do something that will make you look like an idiot? That’s a good sign. Do it! The irony of all this is…My landlord is a custom cabinet maker. He works with wood, so all the wood suppliers know where I live. I have a large cattle gate on the side yard, so I look forward to the day the wood supplier pulls up, and I can say, “Back it in boys!”

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I’m Coming Out

I’ve probably had way too much coffee, and half priced Easter chocolate to be writing this. That is my disclaimer.

About a month ago, I was standing at the counter of our local store, waiting to checkout. A more mature gentleman was standing behind me, and I turned around to wish him a ‘Good Morning.’ He said, “Is it?” I said, “Well, God woke me up to another day, so yes.” He looked at me with disgust and said, “Oh, you must think you have it easy then.”

That really pissed me off, but I was nice. I smiled at him with my most gleaming smile and said, “No Sir. There isn’t anything easy about that.” treatsWhen people ask me what faith, or religion I am, I just say, “I love God. We have a fascinating relationship.” Then comes the awkward moment. They don’t know how to respond. I just want one person to exclaim, “SAME!!!”, as we bump knuckles, or high five or whatever is cool nowadays.

It hasn’t happened yet, but that man made me ponder. Following God, and doing what He wants me to do, is not easy. It’s much easier to ignore all signs He gives me, and just keep forging straight ahead. Until I wake up in the dessert dying of thirst.

God is my life. He gave me life, and I am honored He wants to use me through writing. I’m different though. You won’t see a bunch of scriptures in my posts. I’m not gonna spoon feed you. You’re a grown being, or at least you can read, cuz you’re reading this, so I feel confident you can read your own Bible.

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As God followers we really do need to grow a pair. My daughter will tell you I have balls, but you haven’t seen that side of me. It has become hidden over time. I might tell you some painful truth, or you may gasp at my language. “She can’t be a Christian! She cusses!” God showed me this box I had placed myself in, and I’m comin’ out!

Now is your chance to duck, and run. There is nothing easy about following God, but He does make my life easier. If I scare you off, I apologize in advance. I’m not scared anymore.