If I have 2 heads do I get charged twice when I get a haircut??

I read a story recently that was a little shocking to me.  It concerned a wee little lamb born way across the world in the region of Georgia ( the one near Russia, not the one near Alabama!).  The mama sheep never let on that anything was different about this pregnancy compared to the other times she had given birth.  Of course, I don't know what I would have expected this mama sheep to do.  It's not like she had regular visits with her sheep ob-gyn.  She didn't go in once a month to listen to the little lamb heartbeat and get her prenatal vitamins.  She didn't paint the nursery stall pink or blue and have a little baby lamb shower with all her other pregnant sheep friends.  Nope, she just went about her day, eating her sheep hay, drinking her sheep water, wandering her sheep fields, listening to her shepherd sing himself to sleep at night.  All the while, a terrible thing was happening inside her little sheep uterus!  The big day arrived!  Time for the long awaited appearance of her little lamb! Ok, so she first got a little anxious, paced around a bit, breathed heavy, grunted, groaned and then attempted to drop the little bugger right on the grass in the back corner of the pasture.  Imagine the surprise of the shepherd when, after coming to her aid, he pulled from her nether regions a wee little lamb with not one head, but two!  That's right, you read it right here first, folks!  Two heads!  I know! Nasty! Right?!  Who knew such a thing could happen?!  It seems this little critter had two mouths, four eyes (no, not glasses! lol) two noses, two tongues, sort of two throats, but only one stomach and only four legs.  Weird, right?  Who would have thought I would ever have reason to write the phrase "only four legs" about a single little lamb!? lol  Stop and think about what kind of life that little sheep could have.  Imagine how confused it could get.  Head A wants to go right while head B would rather go left.  Head A thinks it's time for a nap, but head B wants to go do the frolic think sheep are so famous for.  It would pretty much be a mexican standoff.  No winner there, folks.  I guess little duo-head gets to stand in the middle of the barn yard and argue with itself.  I thought I'd been beside myself  before! lol

Of course, my uniquely twisted brain saw a distinct parallel in my world.  How many times have we explained our lack of ability or willingness to make a decision with "part of me wants to do "A" and part of me wants to do "B""?  I have caught myself having long drawn out discussions with myself as I try to work out some problem or the other.   We see it when we attempt to drop those few pesky pounds that won't let go.  Part of us wants to be thin and healthy and part of us just wants that chocolate cheesecake!  I have seen double mindedness in many parts of my life.  The word of God has something to say on the issue too in James 1:6-8

 ⁶But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed.
 ⁷For let not that man think that he shall receive any thing of the Lord.
 ⁸A double minded man is unstable in all his ways.

Just like little double noggin we talked about earlier, we will find it difficult to make any real progress if we can't make up our mind/minds just where we are headed.  If we spend Sunday walking after the Lord and Monday running after the world, only to turn towards God again on Tuesday and so forth and so on, we won't ever make any real progress.  Jesus has some choice words on being double minded as well in Luke 9:61-62

⁶¹ Still another said, “I will follow you, Lord; but first let me go back and say goodbye to my family.”  ⁶² Jesus replied, “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.”

I don't believe the Lord was being unduly harsh with this young man.  I think he saw what was really behind his request.  This gentleman had not really let go of the things of life in the way it was required if you were going to be a follower of Christ in that day.  He was double minded.  Part of him wanted to give his all and follow, but part of him wanted to go back for just one more word with his family.  He had two heads about the issue.   One head wanted to go one way and one head wanted to go the other.  He was unstable.  

I believe being split skulled is an epidemic in the church today.  We are comfortable in church as long as we are not asked to give up what we want or to make any real sacrifices.  We want to hold on to God and His blessings while holding on to what the world can offer us as well.  I'm not picking on anyone, here.  I will be the first to admit I have been living in this trap for far too long.  I have been standing in the middle of the barnyard with one head pointed towards the Lord and the other head pointed towards the manure pile and getting nowhere fast!  It's time to live with abandon!  It's time to shed the second head so many of us sport and run, unhindered towards God!  

I want to be single minded in my pursuit of the Lord.  I may have grown a second head, but I wasn't born with one!  I was born a daughter of the king of kings and I will no longer allow any such deformity to slow me down in my quest to abide in Him.  I challenge you today to take a good look in the mirror.  How many eyes do you see looking back at you?  When you talk/pray do you hear someone, seemingly near by,  prattling along distracting you?  You may find you, also, have a case of multi-brainism!   There's only one thing to do!  Follow what it says in Hebrews 12:1

¹ Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders (like that second head!) and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,

Run!  Run after Him, but run with focus, with singleness of mind and heart.  Otherwise you may find yourself running in circles!


Just think of all you'll save on haircuts, and hairspray, and hair color, and barretts and.............


Soaked in His blessings,
Spokenfor

Roasted pigs and male pattern baldness

It's spring, finally, and as the old saying goes "a young man's heart turns to love".  Once they are older, and married, the saying changes for most.  It is now more commonly "spring is here and a man's heart turns to lawn".  At least that is the case here in this household.  Our front yard has some really nice grass, what there is of it.  Don't get me wrong, I would say the majority of the yard is covered, I guess, for the most part, more or less.  J spends time putting all sorts of products and potions out in the quest for a healthy lawn.  He has now added seeding the lawn to the list so, hopefully, before long, it won't look like a middle aged man with a receding hairline!  Last Saturday I discovered he was putting lime out on the yard.  (not the small green ones that go so well with lemons)  It seems he was changing the ph balance of the soil to encourage the seed to grow and prosper.  When I actually stopped and listened to him ramble on and on  talk about the process I learned something.  There is a simple way to keep the grass healthy and the weeds at bay.  It all has to do with the soil.  That's where the lime came in.  The grass likes an alkaline soil where the weeds prefer a soil with a little more acid.  Keep the ph balance correct and you won't have to worry about weeds popping up.  If the weeds don't take root, you don't have to pull them up.

I was out in the front yard this afternoon with the Charlie the dog while he contributed to the lawn's acidity level and something occurred to me.  My heart is a lot like this lawn.  (no, it doesn't contain a furry little dog who thinks he's a human!) There are so many things in life that can change the ph balance of the soil of your heart.  The acid of unforgivness, bitterness, self-pity, deceit, anger and so many other things make an ideal place for weeds to crop up in your heart's front yard.  It's not always the big things, though that do the most damage.  Sometimes it's a little thing, a time when we choose not to die to self, but to indulge our flesh in a seemingly innocuous activity.  The word says in 1 Cor 10:23  "All things are lawful, but not all things are profitable. All things are lawful, but not all things edify".  We no longer live under the law, but under grace.  It's no longer considered sin to sit down to a pork sandwich, pork fried rice, sweet and sour pork, pork spareribs, roasted pork tenderloin... uh, you get the picture.  While it's not sin, is it profitable for me if I eat half the pig?  I may desire to consume most of the little piggy but it's my responsibility to control my fleshly desires and keep my stomach under control.  Denying our flesh is one way we heap lime on the soil of our hearts.  I'm not only referring to our stomach.  We must also consider other appetites that don't fall into the category of edifying.  What are we watching on tv? listening to on the radio? Do we find ourselves anxious to tell someone the juicy bit of gossip we heard in the ladies room before service Sunday? Do we find ourselves giving in to the urge to yell at our kids and justify it by telling ourselves "it's their fault, they know I've got PMS"??  These are all times we can choose to change the ph balance.   If we make the soil an uncomfortable place for the weeds of flesh to live we will have less trouble with them later.

There are times when I cry out to God for deliverance from this or that or sometimes the other thing too, and He will deliver, His word promises that, but I believe we have a part.  There are times when we are required to change the ph balance of our hearts first.  If that is not done then it doesn't matter how many times God pulls the weed up it is just going to keep growing back.  I am going to be transparent and admit right here and now there are some weeds in my life whose roots go pretty deep and who are pretty darn comfortable cluttering up my lawn.  In my frantic attempt to shout to the world that I was no longer under the law, I used that very fact as an excuse to no longer control the little weeds of the flesh.  I allowed them to become comfortable.  It's time for a little gardening.  It's time to decide if I'm going to take back my lawn or let it spiral downward into a nasty patch of weeds, thorns and brambles.  It's not an easy process, or maybe I should say it's not a comfortable one.  We must apply the lime of the word, water it with the anointing of the Holy Spirit, and make sure it gets plenty of Son.  Sometimes we don't have to dig the weeds up ourselves, sometimes we must simply change the atmosphere of their environment and they will die out all on their own.  Once they are dead or dying it's an easy thing to just pop them out and thrown them on the fire.  I want to prepare my heart for the master gardener.  I want it to be a place totally dedicated to Him where He can come and enjoy the fruit He so desires.

Stop by sometime, I'll be here.  My house will be the one with the lawn afflicted with male pattern baldness. 

Soaked in His blessings,
Spokenfor

Teenage drivers and runaway truck ramps

Surfer Boy has now completed his drivers ed course.  He can now take his written exam to get his permit. It's a scary thought for all involved!  I have great fear no doubt he will be a safe driver.  He received high marks on his end of course report.  The only thing he didn't receive a perfect score on was "speed control".  That's a little unsettling, but he assures me it was only because the gentleman assigned to teach him was old enough to have tempted Eve and just wasn't comfortable going at a speed above walking.   I do have to agree that the little, stooped, grey headed, elderly man may not have been the best choice to teach a couple of teenagers how to drive.  It may have been he was actually only 35 years old and teaching said teenagers is what brought him to that condition.  No one knows for sure.....

I am a pretty good driver.  I've only been in one real accident and it wasn't even my fault.  It's been a while since I had a ticket too, although, now that I've said that I'll have to be extra careful!  The only place I don't like driving is next to a tractor trailer on the interstate.  Man! Those things make me really nervous.  They're kind of like a train in that it takes a little while to stop them!  On a recent trip through the mountains with J I saw the required "run away truck" ramps.  We've all seen them, the big ramps made from sand or gravel.  They're supposed to be able to stop one of these big rigs if their brakes fail going down the mountain.  What about all the little cars in front of them when their brakes fail?  What are they supposed to do?  I really hope I never have to find out!

Those ramps got me to thinking.  How many times in my life have I needed a run away truck ramp?  There have been times I have been determined to have my own way and gone barreling down the mountain of my own will only to discover half way down my brakes are out.  I start something, knowing it's not the best for me, then my pride gets in the way and I refuse to admit I could be wrong.  By the time I am willing to step away it's too late, I'm seemingly in too deep.  I'm racing down the mountain to my own destruction with nary a brake in sight.  I've seen it happen in relationships, an argument I will not let go even after the little voice inside says I may be wrong.  I've seen it when I've gotten into sin, "surely, this one little thing, this one little time can't hurt too much".  Before I know it I'm out of control.  Am I the only one guilty here?  Is this just a "me" thing?  I kind of doubt that! lol It isn't always sin that forces our life to spiral out of control.  Past issues of trauma, abuse, or anything in our past we get caught up in the trap of regret about can put us on the skids.   But even in the midst of the destruction I am rushing headlong into God has made a way out.  1 Cor 10:13  - "No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; He will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, He will also provide a way out so that you can endure it." (NIV)   This verse is talking about your spiritual "run away truck" ramp.   When you find yourself out of control, racing down a hill you never wanted to travel, start looking for your way out.  Ask the Holy Spirit to apply the brakes for you, to help you navigate the curves till you come to your big ramp of sand.  Be mindful of those around you too.  A huge, out of control truck can take a lot of little cars out on it's way down.  Those ramps can take the form of simple repentance. Sometimes it's an apology to someone we have wronged.  It could be stepping away from something you're involved in.  There are times, when we've gotten ourselves in really deep, when we need outside help.  It could be in the form of a godly friend who loves us, maybe from your pastor, maybe from your family, and sometimes from a professional. Whatever the form, make no mistake, your run away ramp will be there when you're ready for it. 

So, my message to you and to myself today is to keep on truckin! Put the pedal to the metal! Keep your eyes peeled for smokey bear in the woods while you keep it between the white lines!  When all else fails, raise your eyes to heaven and yell "Thats a big 10-4 good buddy"!!!

Soaked in His blessings,
Spokenfor

The lesson of fiery pinecones and bear scat.

I am a little melancholy right now.  I assume it is the aftermath of the wonderful trip J and I took up into the mountains last week.  The 'rents came up and stayed with the brothers while we snuck  away for a couple of nights.  It's been too many years to count since we did that and it was sorely needed!  I think, I may, once again, like that man I married! lol

Thanks to some great friends of ours, we had a fabulous cabin in the woods right on the lake.  It was so beautiful, so peaceful.  All I wanted to do was sleep!  I didn't, but I truly wanted to.  One important thing I learned on this trip through Virginia.  There are no bathrooms open ANYWHERE in the off season.  Since it was still mid-March, I guess it was considered the off-season.  We did finally find a gas station and I hurried in to find the restroom. Imagine my dismay when I spotted the "out of order" sign on the door!  The woman behind the counter had an accent so thick it was difficult for even this southern belle to understand, but I gradually got the message that the nearest bathroom, working bathroom, that is, was 3 miles away.  I didn't know a camaro could drive that fast.  I think J was in fear for his new cloth seats, and well he should have been!

Then there were the bears.  Yes, I said bears.  I never saw an actual bear, but just knowing they were there was enough to unnerve me a little.  You see, the rangers were ever so kind as to post numerous signs all around about what to do if you ran into such a critter.  I was not really thrilled about their proximity, but was trying to put it out of my mind.  I did an ok job till we found a huge pile of bear scat on the trail we were on.  How did I know it was bear scat you ask?  I guess you just had to be there and since you weren't, you will just have to take my word for it.  To say I wasn't exactly happy about this development is putting it mildly!

One interesting thing that came up during our trip was the trees.  Yes, I said trees, pine trees to be exact.  You see, this man that I married has a unique way of cluing in to one thing and holding on like a bulldog with a bone.  Everywhere we went he noticed the pine trees. "These trees are different from the ones at home"  "These trees are different even from the ones in Georgia and Wyoming"  "See that tree? It's shorter and more squat than the ones we're used to"  On and on it went till even I was noticing the trees!  After 2 days of this I started to wonder if God was trying to show me something.  Then, when I least expected it, He dropped it right down into my heart.

From somewhere, deep in the recesses of my mind, I remembered a fact I learned I know not where and I know not when. Some pine trees produce pine cones that only release their seeds when exposed to fire.  There are many natural reasons why this is a good idea and I won't go into them here and now, just suffice it to say I was blown away by what that fact told me about life in general.

We've all heard stories about people who have risen to some great challenge in life, the woman who lifted a car all alone to free her child trapped under it, or the man who walked many miles through a blizzard to bring help to his family, or the young man who amputated his own arm to save himself while trapped in a desert canyon.  Sometimes, I submit, adversity is what brings out the best in people, seeds of greatness, if you will.  I have spoken before of my time spent in the burn center in Salt Lake with my husband and my father.  As horrific as that time was, I can look back and see things birthed in me that would have never been there otherwise, seeds that God brought forth that are still being developed.  We see this premise many times in scripture.  Would Abraham have become the father of our faith if he had had a house full of children before his 30th birthday?  Would Gideon have ever become the mighty warrior he did if he had not been persecuted and nearly starved by his enemies?  Would Esther ever stepped up and been a great woman of God if she had spent her entire married life sitting easy, enjoying the life of a queen with no tragedy looming over her?  I submit they would not!

The seeds of our destiny are planted within us before we ever take a breath here on earth, but, just like the pine cone, sometimes it takes the fires of life to release those seeds so they can begin to grow.  Fire is not always a pleasant thing.  It can warm you, but it can also burn you.  It can destroy you and it can prompt growth.  What will you do with the fires in your life?  Will you allow them to turn you to ashes? Will you allow bitterness and self-pity to take hold thereby robbing you of the opportunity to find the treasures in the darkness spoken of in Isaiah 45:3?   Is 45:3 (contemporary version)  "I will give you treasures hidden in dark and secret places. Then you will know that I, the Lord God of Israel, have called you by name."  Those seeds can be a wonderful treasure well worth searching for.

Life can burn us, no doubt.  It can be difficult, trying, just down right no fun at times, but, remember, God wastes nothing.  There is always a treasure hidden in your dark place.  Sometimes, it's a seed of destiny released by the fire of trials and tragedies life here on earth can throw at us.  I want to be like that pine tree.  I want to let the things in my life that I would rather not be there release the things in me that I do want there.  My hope is, when I walk out the other side of a difficult time I will be surrounded by tiny seedlings sprouting up as a testament to God's great and wonderful grace.  Take time, when faced with adversity to check your heart.  Make sure you are willing to let that heat release something wonderful inside you, even if you can't imagine what that could be right now.  I pray I can let that time in the furnace of life open up my heart so the seeds God put in there can be release and scattered inside me and, over time, I will see the fruit of it.  So don't curse the fire, sometimes it's what is needed to bring new life within you.

The next time everything is turned upside down and you're struggling to breath through the smoke of your fiery trial just remember,  let everything go to seed, be down right seedy!  It's biblical, and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise!

Soaked in His blessings,
Spokenfor