something to think about as you 'sit beneath my tree or upon its billowy branches and rest a while with me...

My name is God.

And I am lonely.

I walk within the Wind,
Whispering
For my Beloved without
Who cannot hear within
Except we breathe together.

I cannot speak a word
That is heard...unless I'm Lov'd

And so I live alone
In silence.
Mostly alone I wait
And watch for my Belov'd
Who is unlov'd ...without ME.

Lies supplant Words not heard.
Truth is heed and deed of Word.

Life without Love is death...!
My Word lives...
Oh dear Love! I whisper
to you. I speak softly
So only Love will hear me.

Oh! My Belov'd. My love!
Will you hear?...It is I... ...

My name is God
And I am lonely.
I cannot speak a word
That is heard...unless I am Lov'd.

Pastor Darrell requested prayer for a man , please pray with me....


I will extol You Lord! Your Love stands forever! Faithfulness...in Your Faithfulness You provide redemption Lord. How can I measure your Faithfulness? With all my heart I will extol YOU! Great are Your works Oh Lord, I ponder them and delight in them. You are Glorious and Majestic. You have caused my heart to know YOUR wonders. You have always provided for those who fear you. You remember Your covenants. You show Yourself Faithful
Lord. Everything You do Lord, In everything you do , You are totally trustworthy Lord. Your Love stands forever! Your love stands firm forever...
Holy, and awesome are YOU Lord. Holy, Awesome and True. You are so Holy...
I just want to say.....i Love You ....for you have caused my heart to sing. My heart sings praise unto You. Most Holy God. Father I thank You for our Pastors and Leaders...strengthen them, encourage them. Father give them fresh revelation of Your Word. Father I stand declaring that the visions and dreams that You have given our Pastors shall come forth in the name of Your Son , Jesus Christ....Praise You Father...Father as we approach the Resurrection Day in the natural, I ask that You would resurrect in the Spiritual,the things that we as the Body of Christ have allowed to die that are of You and are needed in this hour. Help us to see that we arose on that day with You. We are mighty people because of Your great Love. We have power because of Your Great LOVE. Father, we are seeking and knocking ...may we enter in to Your chamber ...we want to be closer to You. ...... we want more of You Lord....we simply got to have more of You...more of Your love and compassion Lord. Father I pray for the athlete that Pastor Garrett mentioned ...I lift him up to You. You are the author and Finisher of his faith. You are his Healer, Restorer and Deliverer. Father, we rebuke the devourer right now, in the name of Jesus, and spoil his goods. We ask that Your Holy Spirit will encamp about him and minister to him in those ways that only You can do. Father we ask that that which the palmer worm, canker worm and locust has taken that You would restore it back to him 10-100 fold, Father that is Your word. Father, we pray for the enemies of this man...we ask that You would bless them with every good thing from Your throne room. Father, bless those who are persecuting ....and bless this dear man. Father, use him for Your Glory and we give You all the Praise, Honor and Glory. For You, Oh God, are High and lifted up above that city and every city.
You rule and reign ...let Your Kingdom purposes come forth...In Your precious , Holy Name, Name above all names.....JESUS. Amen and Amen

Colossians 1:29 (Living Bible)

"This is my work, and I can do it only because Christ's mighty energy is at work within me."

He leadeth me beside the still waters, He restoreth my soul...


Today Pastor Mary Anne Giminez called me to ask for my "bio" as she is putting together the brochure/flyer for the Women's conference in June. How do you begin to express what God has done in ones life and how HE uses us ? Those who know me know that I am very unassuming and much like "Mrs. Cellophane" (see right through me!) . While talking with her, the trail of my 'salt' became very evident. You know, the Word says that we" are the salt of the earth". Today, more than ever, I believe those first words that the Lord spoke to me..." don't be concerned about your future with Me, be concerned with Me, because I am your future." When we keep Him first, He takes care of the rest. HE has always opened doors for me to serve HIM. In my home, workplace, community, and in HIS Church. I have not had to make a way..He has made a way. I am not ignorant of the fact that the enemy has his plans as well. As a matter of fact there have been some serious battles , but GOD, in HIS Sovereignty, HIS timing, and HIS annointing...broke through!

Well, enough said...I guess what I am trying to say ...is be encouraged...stop beside the still waters today and reflect upon the goodness of GOD in, through and to your lives. Give HIM all the praise, honor and glory HE deserves today. Because of WHO HE IS !

What an awesome privilege to be a part of HIS work in this hour. Let's appreciate the miracle, signs and wonders HE has done in our lives and in the lives of others. Take a moment and really praise HIM.

Time for me to go to bed..got to work tonight.......

God Bless,
In, through and to HIM,
Deborha

BROKENNESS.....

OUR LIFE IS FULL OF BROKENNESS--Broken relationships, broken promises, broken expectations. How can we live with that brokenness without becoming bitter and resentful except by returning again and again to God's faithful presence in our lives?

Thank you God that you are Sovereign ...I ask that you strengthen my heels this day God, that I may continue to crush the works of the enemy in my life and in that of others. I love YOU Lord. Praises to YOU my Lord, my beloved Elohim!
Thank You for Your Holy Presence...

Amen......

just a thought to share...


God wrapped HIS love
Into my days...

And bound
in infiniteness
I found
infiniteness

My weakness and
My stamm'ring fright
Released complete
His Spirit's might

The holes in which
I fell and bled
As holy steps
to God have led

And sweaty steeps
At Christ's dear calls
Turned into fresh
Cool waterfalls

I followed where
My Savior loved
And found that I
Am His beloved

Oiy! I have been told that I need to be more brief in my writings. :(
k....

Wow! The air is so fresh this morning! I really enjoyed the torrential downpour last night.
The wind was awesome. Some of the wicker on my porch had to be retrieved from the neighbors yard. That happens, sometimes we have to go get our "stuff" back after a storm.
I just want to praise HIM this morning. Last nights intercessory prayer time was sooooo wonderful. God showed up in a miraculous way. The air was thick with HIS annointing. We lifted up the pastors in this community and there was such a spirit of intercession that came forth on their behalf. Well, enough said. I could go on and on (obviously by the length of some of the other writings). God is doing something different in our prayer group, like a repositioning. We are finding that we are doing more warfare through worship than through actual prayer. HE is amazing....and HE has HIS way. It isn't our agenda, but HIS.

God Bless You and Yours,

In, through and to HIM,
Deborha

MY SALT

I have spent my salt
to season HIS good earth.
I have spiraled my thoughts
to trace HIS ways
throughout the star-spun skies.

I have loved my life
upon HIS trail,
Hounding for HIS aroma.
Squinting for each sight of HIM
Who is my own dear image
And my Home, my Kin.

Other trails, are lost to me,
I now no longer know them:
My nose to HIS fragrance
My eye to HIS form
My ear to HIS whisper
My foot to HIS earth
My hand to HIS kingdom
My love for HIS own....

Wow...
The Holy Spirit is really flowing today. .
Has anyone ever felt like a song seeking sound?

Guess there's a lot in my spirit today...come and rest...

WHY THE BOX MUST BE BROKEN...

The bible tells of the pure spikenard. God purposely used this term "pure" in His Word to show that it is truly spiritual. But if the albaster box is not broken, the pure spikenard will not flow forth.
Strange to say, many are still treasuring the alabaster box, thinking that its value exceeds that of the ointment. Many think that their outward man is more precious than their inward man. This is problematic in the church.
One will treasure his cleverness, thinking he is quite important, another will treasure his own emotions, esteeming himself as an important person; others highly regard themselves, feeling they are better than others, there eloquence of speech surpasses that of others, their quickness of action, discernment, giftedness are superior, and so forth. However, we are not antique collectors; we are not vase admirers; we are those who desire to smell only the fragrance of the ointment.
Without the breaking of the outward, the inward will not come forth. So, individually we have no flowing out, and the church doesn't have a 'living way'.
Why then should we hold ourselves as so precious, if our outward man contains, instead of releases, the fragrance?
The Holy Spirit has not ceased working. One event after another, one thing after another, comes to us. Each disciplinary working of the Holy Spirit has but one purpose: to break our outward man so that our inward man may come through.
Yet here is the difficulty: We fret over offenses, trifle things, we murmur at small losses. The Lord is preparing a way to use us , yet scarcely has His hand touched us when we feel unhappy, even to the extent of quarrelling with God and becoming negative in our attitude.
Since being saved, we have been touched many times in various ways by the Lord, all with the purpose of breaking our outward man. Whether we are conscious of it or not, the aim of the Lord is to break this outward man.
So the Treasure is in the earthen vessel, but if the earthen vessel is not broken, who can see the treasure within? What is the final objective of the Lord's working in our lives?
It is to break this earthen vessel, to break our alabaster box, to crack open our shell. The Lord longs to find a way to bless the world through those who belong to HIM. Brokeness is is the way of blessing, the way of fragrance, the way of fruitfullness*, but it is also a path sprinkled with blood. Yes, there is blood from many wounds.
When we offer ourselves to the Lord to be at His service, we cannot afford to be lenient, to spare ourselves. We must allow the Lord utterly to crack our hardness, our shells, the outward man so that He may find a way for His working to come forth.
We can preach by using our mind' we can stir others by using our emotions, yet, if we do not know how to use the Spirit of God within us, the Spirit of God cannot touch people through us. The loss is great, and is greivous, prolonging time...God's time.
Therefore, if we have never consecrated ourselves to God, let us do so now. Say, "Lord, for the future of the church, for the future of the gospel, for Your way, and also for my own life, I offer myself into your hands. Lord, I delight to offer myself to You and am willing to let You have Your full way in through me."
Let us prepare for the breaking of the box and the release of HIS fragrance within.

In, through and to HIM...Deborha

* In my initial entry I expressed I would give more insight into my statement that the seed is in the fruit. I think this is it! The flesh of the fruit is sweet, but the seed itself comes forth from the fruit. It's outer surface has to be broken to allow a shoot to come. Be blessed...

Glad to be a fool ...
Come and sit awhile beneath my tree or upon my billowy branches and rest a while with me....


My work schedule is one 12 hour shift on, one twelve hour shift off, then, five 12 hour shifts in a row. That is 72 hours in 7 days if I don't pick up any extra shifts. Needless to say, by the end of my 72 hours I am quite tired, physically, emotionally and mentally. I am saying this because I have learned that on that 5th twelve hour shift, the enemy will try to do his best to distract, deceive, and disassociate. Notice that I said "try".

A conversation recently on prejudice took place in my workplace. Also, the issue of gay rights, elimination of 10 commandments and prayer from public places etc... . Anyway, I just sat and listened to the opinions of those around me. My spirit was grieved. Several people were (are) so steeped in the world's ideas of being "politically correct" and acceptance of alternate lifestyles, and the mind set of social, political and cultural tolerance.
(Honestly, I was hoping a new patient would come into the Emergency Dept. so I could escape this one!) But, as God would have it...no one did. I began to silently pray in the Spirit.
Soon I was reminded that Ephesians 4:15 says that a sign of Christian maturity is to be able to speak the truth in love. As a believer in Christ, who will be forever growing in HIM, I succumbed to the Spirit of truth....Saying, " I have observed some in this place exhibiting prejudice speech and comments toward those who are less fortunate than ourselves. Stating that you don't have a problem with so and so's lifestyle or anothers social status and need for public assistance. Then, in the next breath, making durogatory statements about them through what some call "joking". For me to remain silent is to remain part of the problem, as I see it. Personally, I feel that Christians are the ones who are most discriminated against in this country. It doesn't matter what color the christian is, they are discriminated against. Pharmacists who don't want to dispense the "morning after" pill because of their faith, children and young adults who love the Lord and want to practice or share their faith are being constrained to certain times and places this can be done. Well, for the sake of time I won't bring up the rest of the conversation and the things that were discussed. Someone stated, "Debi, I'm sorry if we offended you." I stated, " I am not offended. I have a great concern for our nation and the citizens of it. Especially our children and young people. My concern is the legacy/ inheretance we are leaving them. Is everything acceptable? Is everything tolerable? We need to visit this. How far do we go as a nation without standing up and saying , 'enough is enough'? Have we cast aside the foundations that this country was established on and allow it to crumble? Do we want our children's minds and spirits polluted with the garbage that is handed to them in the name of tolerance and acceptability? I don't."

Well, the comments were, "Religion is for the weak, wounded females of the world! You notice that there aren't as many men as there are women in the churches."

" What about the Catholic priests molesting all those boys?"

" How do you feel about the prejudice between Catholic and Protestant?"

I just replied that I was sorry for what has happened and is happening and that my only hope is that my story will really be about what God can do despite--no, because of--my weakness. I hope that you will see a story of His love for me and how that love can change not just a person but a community. Because that, is the cry of my heart, and the prayer in my spirit.

I was told I was foolish in believing this.....lol...well, we know what the foolish things of this earth do don't we...nothing else was said...all went about their work after that....confounded.... there was such an awesome presence of God in that place...hmmm. I love it when God shows up like that!

In , through and to HIM,
Deborha

Come and sit a while beneath my tree or upon its billowy branches and rest a while with me ... SOMETIMES YOU JUST CAN'T FIND A VEIN!

This was my 4th 12-hour shift in the emergency room. Early on in my shift I was called to the medical floor to start an IV on a "difficult stick" (Nurse jargon for "this guy has crap for veins"!) Anyway I went to this person's room and he promptly exclaims, "Thank God! I was hoping it would be you! I couldn't remember your name, but I was praying it would be you!" I recognized this man because I had put an IV in him 4 weeks ago. He said, "You're the only one that seems to be able to get this done".
Very quickly I told him to not brag too much, I may not get it! He said that he had faith that I would. Immediately I recognized this man and thought to myself, "Oiy, they (the other nurses) were right! So, I felt a vein pop up and attempted to thread an IV into it and there was no blood return. I apologized to him and told him that he would have to be stuck again. Ugh!( Personally, I hate needles! I can stick anybody. But, when it comes to me ... lay me down cause the minute I smell the alcohol swab, I'm swooning!) He had such confidence in me and I didn't get it. He said, "Honey, last time you asked Jesus to help you before you tried to find the vein. Maybe that's what you ought to do this time." So, I did. I put the torniquet on his arm, placed my hand onto his forearm and asked Jesus for just the right vein so this man would not have to endure another needle stick. His poor arms were bruised so bad from prior pokes. I lifted my hand and felt around thanking Jesus for providing a vein and...THERE IT WAS! Perfect, bouncy, wonderful vein! The catheter went right in and halleluja the man was able to get his medications again. I asked God to bless this man and left to go back to my department and on the way back I felt the Holy Spirit prompting me: There is a "vein of the Holy Ghost" that many are trying to get in without prayer and praise. We want to plug in, we try different ways, techniques, but, sometimes we just can't find it. We say, "Let's try this song or that word...it worked last time". But what we need to do is just ask HIM to come and provide the perfect vein for HIS spirit to flow through. It may not be the one that worked last time! It may not be in the same place it was last time! Just ask...

Lesson learned...
In, through and to HIM
Deborha

Good morning everyone!

Be encouraged~
for the Giver of Good Things,
the Renewer of Hope,
and the Dispenser of Wonderful Surprises
is on your side.
He loves you...and He never fails.

Be blessed!

In, through and to HIM,
Deborha

Come and sit a while beneath my tree or upon its billowy branches and rest a while with me....


In the past week I've heard a number of people speaking about pain and conflict happening in local congregations. I believe there is offense coming against these churches.Please pray for God's forgiveness and unity. Please bless every church body the Lord brings to your mind with the godly "rain" of forgiveness and unity. Pray for unity in your church and for at least one other church body. Pray for forgiveness where offense has been felt and unity where the enemy has tried to turn offense into division and broken relationships.God can enable us to give up our right to offense. Even when another's behavior or actions are hurtful, we can still choose to give up our right to offense and choose forgiveness and unity instead.We can do this in marriage. We can do this in our churches. We can do this in every relationship.In so doing, we can bring glory to Jesus and turn the enemy's tool of offense on its head!Pray! God's way is unity and forgiveness.

Hello again..I forget to introduce another member of our family. This is Ozzy. He loves wearing his harley hat and looking tough. But believe me he is just a bundle of love and kisses. He is very intelligent, he sits, lays, shakes hands, and when I say, "Bang! You're dead!" He does 3 full circles then he rolls over and with his legs in the air comes to a full stop! He can spell as well. He knows the words t-r-e-a-t, g-o and w-a-l-k. I usually have to tell Tim that I am taking the ozzy ambulating! This way he doesn't get crazy on us! But, I think he's on to us...He loves to watch the squirrels in the yard bury their nuts. Then he goes and digs them up and brings them to his doggy door and piles them up there. He watches them through the vinyl door and then he goes running out ... those squirrels jump straight up in the air! It's sooo funny!

Hello again. Well, thanx to my friend Amy, I think I can do this!

Come sit a while beneath my tree or upon its billowy branches and rest a while with me.

As you rest let me tell you about my palm tree...

There are 2800 species of palm trees, but there is none that is exactly like mine! Let me tell you how they are all alike, what they all have in common. Then I will explain why mine is unique.

Palms like to grow in places, warm and full of sunshine. They grow close to water and some live in the desert near oases. They have long trunks that don't have growth rings like other trees. Because of this, if the trunk sustains damage, it never heals. The actual growth of the palm comes from the tender bud at the top of the tree and if this bud is damaged, the tree dies. The long trunk doesn't have any leaves until you get close to the top. Its slender, long trunk can reach 40 or 50, and sometimes 80 feet aloft. It's only branches, the feathery, pale green fronds from 6-12 feet long, bending from its top, the palm attracts the eye wherever it's seen. The seeds of the palm tree are in its fruit. (As is most...the seed is in the fruit! More on this later.)
It's seed is called a coconut. Some are called a date. The coconut is too heavy to be transported by the wind or too large to be carried by an animal. So, the palm disperses its seeds by the water. The coconut is hollow and the fruit can float in the water. This makes it really easy for the fruit to be moved by the waves or currents in the water. Sometimes a coconut will float along on the water until it gets pushed up onto the shore and becomes established upon that shore or beach. However, the coconut usually only lasts a week or two in the water before the harsh salt water spoils the seed. There is something called the "heart of palm" also known as the "millionaires salad". These are the young palm shoots that are usually edible...but removing them kills the palm. It takes 10-15 years for a palm to mature adn over watering can discourage root growth and the development of new roots.

So, you see, it is amazing that these things survive at all! The storms along the way can damage the bud that encourages growth of the tree, pests can damage the bud as well, and, of course, man's appetite. These things can kill the tree.

I said, I will tell you why my tree is different from the many others. Why mine is unique. I will begin with the word Tamar. The hebrew word for palm tree is Tamar (the date-palm that is characteristic of Palestine). Described as "flourishing" (Ps. 92:12), "tall" (S.O.S. 7:7), "upright" (Jer. 10:5). The whole land of palestine was called by the Greeks and Romans Phoenicia i.e. "the land of palms". Tidmor in the desert was called by the Greeks and Romans, Palmyra, "the city of palms". The finest specimens of the tree of this tree grew at Jericho (Deut. 34:3) and along the banks of the Jordan. Branches of the palm tree were carried at the Feast of the Tabernacles (Lev. 23:40). At our Lord's triumphant entrance into Jerusalem the crowds took palm branches and went forth to meet Him, crying "Hosanna, Blessed be the King of Isreal that cometh in the name of the Lord"! (Matt. 21:8; John 12:13).

Back to Tamar....in 2 Samuel 13:1-38 a story is told about a girl named Tamar. She was the sister of Absalom, son of David. Well, it appeared that Ammon, the son of David fell in love with Tamar. He actually became 'sick' because of his love for her and scripture says that " ..it seemed impossible for him to do anything to her". I'm not going to go over this story for the sake of space and time.

I, was a Tamar (palm tree). I too had that tender bud damaged by the appetite of man. The heart of this palm was literally ripped out. I should not have lived! I wanted to die! I refused to tell my story to anyone...carried it for many years. Forgiveness, yes, I forgave. The very person who did this , was the same person who took me to a chuch service where I rec'd Jesus as my Savior! I forgave. But, as the enemy would have it. Things happened and the incident became exposed to family, friends and church, years later. Family, friends and my church were no longer the same toward me. So I too found a place of refuge at a family members house! He too said, " Be quiet now and don't take this thing to heart". This person is Jesus...I should have died! I wanted to die! But God protected me. He planted me beside the water, he provided sunshine for my growth, and balm for the wounds. I can stand tall and strong with my branches and fronds outstretched and say.."Look what the Lord has done!"

My name is Deborha...come sit a while beneath my tree or upon its billowy branches and rest a while with me. If you have been wounded...I know the Healer. If you lack strength to go on ...I know the Joy-giver. If you feel you can't go on...I know the Deliverer. If your family is torn apart...I know the Restorer. If you just need an ear...He is near..and so am I ...come...sit a while with me and see... lets smell the splendor of the ocean breeze, watch the clouds pass over and gaze upon the beauty of His creation...it is YOU!

In, through and to HIM,
Deborha

Hello!
I'm new at this. Hopefully, I'll figure this out though.