They’re the only ones that’ll help-the only ones.
They’re the only ones that’ll help-the only ones.
We are not convicted by pastors and preachers. We are not convinced by bible-thumping, church-going and rule-following. We are introduced to the power of Christ over our dinner tables, in our bedrooms, on the street corners. We are tugged at by common images we see over and over that we know and feel deep down are against God’s love. The little girl who is abused, the old man who is cold and alone, the adult who has been abandoned and misguided. We are convicted by hand-holding, grace-giving and life-living. We are not motivated by anger or fear, we are pushed forward by compassion and understanding. We are compelled by the Holy Spirit. His presence in our lives is only possible if we make a home for him. If we clear out the clutter of the world and prepare a place for him to dwell.
Prepare ye the way of the Lord.
Mark 1:3 New Living Translation
He is a voice shouting in the wilderness, ‘Prepare the way for the LORD’s coming! Clear the road for him!'”
This can be a metaphor for our lives. Clear the mind, body and soul for him to do his work through us. As Jesus moved through the crowd to perform miracles in his time, he does that now as well. He moves through us, from person to person, performing miracles through the kindness of outreach. His presence is here. His presence is love. We need only open our eyes to it.
God has intention for our lives.
God needs us here for a short time.
Then we can be with Him forever.
This world is not about being happy or rich or self-satisfaction.
We have a purpose.
This life is about reaching others in love with help.
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Demi, known as The Lupie Momma on WordPress, is turning 27 this year. She is not disappointed about getting older, she’s planning a huge 30th birthday celebration. (Get it, girl!) But she is a little sentimental about her daughter growing up so fast. Demi has a sweet, little girl who is almost 4. Demi is a wife and mother by day, working gal by night.
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Dad did this.
The world did this.
I did this.
Healing. Teaching. Helping.
Holding. Waiting. Loving.
God did this.
It’s a mystery as to why I can’t find a job. Why I would start my own business. What the name of my new party planning pop-up is going to be called.
I wrote this murder mystery and published on Amazon: Updo! Now, I’m going to start hosting this adult role-playing game in my own local community. I’ve already done this with my friends, back in KC. It’s the most fun I’ve ever had at a party. And totally original. I also threw a similar party for my daughter, but age appropriate. They seemed to really like it. It was more of a junior high adventure with clues. I could even write new, customized mysteries for any theme: Western saloon, 50s diner, 40s detective noir.
The mystery for this one is: someone is murdered at a salon and all of the party guests are a character from the story. While relaxing with spa-like activities, the guests participate in clue-revealing sketches. Everyone takes a “stab” (LOL) at guessing who the killer is at the end. There are stations, silliness and a very funny makeup and hair makeover contest for all the ladies.
What should I call my new business?
Martha’s Murder Mysteries?
Pop-up Party Mysteries?
What would you call it? I would love your suggestions!
Thinking about dinner,
They prey on me.
I eat my fear
And pray to thee.
All night long
I steel-steal my brave
Away from teeth
Sweating over my grave.
My muscles hurt
From keeping still.
My mind is drunk
From guarding will.
I haven’t moved.
Their breath on my cheek.
I can feel hair brush me.
This trap is bleak.
This pit is the devil.
But this pit is a chance
To show the power of God
In any circumstance.
And I hold on.
And I wait for dawn.
I know you haven’t gone.
The end isn’t drawn.
And then my rescue from above.
Shouts of tender life-saving love.
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I met a gentleman this morning with the most lovely accent. From Virginia. He was 88. I could listen to him talk all day.
I knew moving into this driving job, I would meet interesting people. Aromatic people, talkative people, desperately lonely people. But I had no idea I would meet magical people.
“I just need to stay alive and keep a house going.”
That was his mantra all morning long.
Two things to keep in mind when you’re 88:
Survival and shelter. Can’t argue with that.
I carried him to Winn-Dixie to get some groceries. From here on known as grosh. As I helped him out of the car and into the store, he kept reciting things he would be doing. He was full of helpful tips and practical suggestions. To everything he stated, to affirm I was listening, I replied, “Smart.” and “Good idea.”
He would reply, in the most charming Southern drawl, “Smart?! Only way to go as I see it.”
I love you, sir. Let me help you with your grosh.
Two things to keep in mind when you’re 44 (exactly half his age, that would be my age):
Got it. Smart. Only way to go as I see it.