Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Lifted Up

One dreary day in 1990, I stumbled upon a monstrous beast called a coal stacker.  In many ways it reminded me of a giant brontosaurus out of the Jurassic era.  It was a large machine in proportion, used at electrical plants to transport coal from one area to the next.  Its intricacies are even more difficult for me to describe in tangible words, because of the magnitude of this apparatus.  There were four levels with stairs to each part of this beast.  

     The grizzly boss’s name was George, and I helped him set up the company blasting machine.  It had a long hose with a spray gun at the end, just like what you see at a car wash.  This cleaning contraption had a generator and a large tank where you store the water.   When you cut the motor on the hose pressurizes, supercharging the water at an extreme force to wherever it’s aimed at.  Our task entailed cleaning the coal off every part of this looming monstrosity.  George had a bad attitude that day which added to my nervous condition.

     After a lengthy time of working at the top level of the coal stacker, I motioned for George, “Can you take over for now? I am getting tired and need a break.”
     In his hateful demeanor He yelled, “Why sure Ronny, I don’t have anything else in my plans!”

     He jerked the spray gun from my hand. I inwardly cowered biting my lip, silently thinking I would not speak to him for the rest of the day.

     I then made my way down to check the water in the tank.   I clamored down to the first level, a dizzying twenty feet off the ground.  To be safe I avoided the steps, because water was coming down the dinosaur’s neck.  I opted to take a nearby ladder that was fastened to the nemesis. I hurriedly made my way down, then all I remember is free falling to the ground.   

     My body jolted as I landed on the concrete slab under the coal stacker.  I laid there stunned as to what had just transpired.  The ladder only went down four feet from its top rung.

     The only alternative that ran through my mind at that moment was to turn off the blazing motor of the blasting machine.   I had the feeling that I would have been lying there all day, if someone even noticed me.  George would never hear me or see where I had fallen since he was still working at the top level on the other side.  

I was fully conscious as I cried out to God with every ounce of strength I could muster, “God in Heaven, please guide Your Angels to help me make it to the truck, so that I can get George’s attention!”

     All of the sudden I felt unseen agents from God lift me up from the ground to standing position.   I walked very slowly as I realized I was in extreme pain.  I made my way to the truck, turning off the motor to the blasting machine. After a several minute wait, George came down from the coal stacker.   

He fumed as I told him that I had fell, “I just do not believe you. You are making an ill attempt to get out of working!”

     I remained resistant to his verbal abuse as I got slowly into the truck.   He got in the truck, cut on the ignition and drove rather fast.  It seemed as if He was purposely hitting every bump on the dirt road.  

     He snickered haughtily, “How are you feeling now?” I just silently sat there anxious to get home so I could go to the doctor. 

     I made it to the medical clinic, where I was immediately transported to the Emergency Room. The X-rays showed that I had two fractured vertebra and splattered one.  
     The surgeons were able to fuse some of my hip bone to the fractures, and repair the damaged cartilage - placing two rods in my lower back.  My family prayed and hoped for the best.  I am thankful that God and His angels had been in the room guiding the operation. George even called afterwards and apologized for being so hostile.

     Through rehabilitation and in a year’s time, I was able to go back to work with only limited mobility to not lift anything over thirty pounds.
Authors Note:  Google “Coal Stacker” to see images of it.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Praise the Lord...

Praise the Lord and be thankful for His many blessings. Seek His face while the Holy Spirit may be found.  Rest in the arms of his grace. For he is good to those he blesses. Curse not the day you were born. Lift up a shout to Jehovah for he has created you in your mothers womb. 

Maybe everything around you has been shaken.  Just trust in the helper of the helpless. For He will surely cover you as you find that secret place in Him.  

He loves you.  Be obedient to lay your life in his hands. He will not fail nor forsake you. Trust in his mighty plans. 

Maranatha!!

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

The Secret

You are a privileged saint of God if He has let you in on a secret.  He must trust you completely to disclose something very personal to His heart..  Do you trust Him to take you to that very vulnerable place of invisible faith?

If you have had someone tell you a secret, you know you must guard it, and not let anyone know what has been disclosed to you. Would you dare to dwell in that sacred place, or allow your flesh to get in the way from knowing God to the full extent that He decloses things to you not to tell.

For years I have read Psalms 91:1 I believe very few have found that secret place. Very few know "the secret."  Wouldn't you want to be trusted enough to know what that secret is? 

We have allowed the cares of this world to choke us tie us down.  I beleive God greatly desires to disclose a secret 

God is holding a secret from you, and the only way you will ever know what it is is to get to know him more intimately. 

Some of us are afraid to get intimate with God, we dont understand it, and what it represents.

I hear the Spirit of God whispering "Come close to me." In these last days He desires greatly for us to draw near into his secret place.

Some secrets are better left unsaid until he beckons you to let the saints of God know.

You are special and precious to Him. He loves you, for He loves to have a personal relationship with Him, and that can only come through the resurrection power of Jesus Christ.

Come Holy Spirit! Let us in on what you intimately know....bring us into the place where you disclose the secrets of God to us, that will one day be shouted from the mountain tops!



Saturday, June 20, 2015

Love

     Why is it so hard to believe that God loves us? We cant see that great love very well... unless we look to Jesus Christ. He is the image of God our Father. We have to go into that tomb and see that Jesus is not there. We have to see his scars and know His resurrection power. and experience the knowledge of His love. We would not even exist if it was not for the great love of God. He sent his very Son to claim us as His own; we just have to believe in his great love....Still we will go through seasons of weariness, where we feel unloved and rejected wondering what we have done wrong?  Trust and believe in God's very own Son. It is He who takes away all pain and sorrow.

John 3:16 -  For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever who believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Hurting Hearts

      My heart goes out to those who have given up on God.  All they have to do is reach out, and God will shower them with His Spirit. I know that the Father hurts for them too.  It seemed like they had it altogether at one time, and something shattered their dreams and more than likely it is satan using a person or a situation that brought them down.  I know what it is like to be in that pit. 

I know what its like to be that man on the side of the road hurt and abused, and people keep passing him bye. I pray if I cannot be that good Samaritan for them, that God will send someone to their aid. Too many times we get our eyes on people or ministries.. 


Only Jesus can fill that void.   During certain times in my walk with Christ, I too had my hopes and dreams on having a ministry. Sometimes, it is only Jesus himself, who can heal, mend and restore...

Monday, June 1, 2015

Restoring my soul.

I am declaring restoration in my life. Satan would like nothing more than my destruction. He hates me and wants me to be depressed and miserable.   For this time forward I am declaring war on the destroyer in his own destruction. He has already been defeated by the cross of Jesus Christ!  Hallelujah. Thank You My Father in heaven for forgiving my many sins.  I pray that you restore Fonda and I back into your body.  Where we have pulled ourselves away from the church graft us back in by the power of Your Holy Spirit. I pray in Jesus name.  Amen. 

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

We love our Doggies...Rest In Peace Mia.

     





     Saying RIP is just not good enough when we lose a dearly loved pet.  One of our pets, a doggy name Mia, passed way today.  She was worse off than we thought, we thought she would get better. But it turned for the worse.  

    We were taking her to the vet today for the third time in two weeks. The Vet told us that she had a kidney infection. I believe her kidneys shut down. I came home today around 2:00 p.m. and we were going to take her to the vet together, but I found Mia in the living room.  She had passed away.  I buried Mia in the backyard behind the fence.

     She has gone to that place where the sun always shines.  I can see her running through the grassy fields with our Savior Jesus, with the wind whipping around her. She is free from all pain. We did not know how much she truly suffered but I know that we did all we could to give her comfort and love during her last days.  

      We had Mia for a little over two years. We got her at the animal shelter.  She had those puppy dog brown eyes, and her facial features enhanced her beautiful eyes.

    All our doggies have a special place in our hearts. When my wife is at work and I am in my study,  the animals always migrate around my computer chair.

     Mia was a very obedient and trusting soul.  I truly believe that we can all learn a lesson from Mia.  Just to come into that place where Jesus abides and to set at His feet. With no agenda...just to be with our Lord and Savior.

     We will never forget the way your brightened our lives with your loyalty and your faithfulness.