• February 22, 2016 /  Uncategorized

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    There I sat in the middle of a host of grey lockers. My back pressed against the locker in the center of the horse-shoe shaped  room.
    I looked weary and tired.
    I remember I did not want to open any of those lockers though there was a key laying in the middle of the uncarpeted floor.
    I knew that key would give me access to each of those lockers.
    That one key had the power to unlock every one of them.
    I also knew that all of those lockers were stuffed full, full, full…and not in an organized manner…but inside each one was a mess.
    If I dared to I opened any of those shiny, grey lockers the contents would surely spill out onto the floor. I swallowed back the fear that I would be forced by necessity to open them all at once.
    That was a terrifying thought.
    The idea of delving into one locker was scary. But opening them all at once and having the contents flow from each locker simultaneously …now that was down-right horrifying.
    So I just sat.
    Although I knew the room was horse-shoe shaped and that there was a doorway of escape I felt very much that I was circled in and would never, ever be able to leave.
    So I sat some more.
    At one point Jesus appeared and He took His place sitting down on the floor right next to me. He never said a word. I don’t think He even looked at me.
    Nor I at Him. But He was there. And He was sitting.
    And we sat in silence contemplating those lockers.

    I smiled today when I remembered that vision as I was reading over Psalm 121. “Wow,” I thought. “Must be grey lockers are my modern-day mountains.”
    I WILL LIFT UP MY EYES TO THE MOUNTAINS; FROM WHERE SHALL MY HELP COME FROM? MY HELP COMES FROM THE LORD, MAKER OF HEAVEN AND EARTH. Psalm 121: 1+2

    It happens all the time.
    I look up at the mountains and I am overwhelmed.
    How in the world am I supposed to climb that?
    I am never gonna make it over, or under, or around or through.
    That mountain is insurmountable. It’s too big, too scary, too wide, and too dark.
    I need help. Lots of help. H E L P.
    Where will my help come from?
    Oh yeah, it comes from the Lord, the One who made the heavens and the earth. That means that He made all the things on the earth.
    Including the mountains.
    And He knows how to climb them, or dig a tunnel under them.
    He knows the path around them.
    He knows the secret passage through.
    And He knows how to tell that mountain to “Get up and be cast into the sea!”
    So that a mountain is no problem at all.

    Lord, help me to remember today that every mountain I face, every stuffed full locker staring me down, can be overcome with Your help. Mountains are part of life and they are not to be feared. Grant me the spirit of aged Caleb as he spoke out loud at 85 years old, “Give me that mountain!”

     

  • February 22, 2016 /  Uncategorized

     

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    I am a wife, mother, grandmother, daughter, sister and friend.  That alone is enough to make my life complicated but in June 2015 my life was turned inside out.  I started experiencing burning, tingling, numbing, and deep stabbing pain.  It started in my hands, then my feet and has traveled all over this poor 51 year old body.  I have seen a dozen doctors and have been pricked, prodded and tested.  All tests are negative.  They can find nothing wrong with me.  In the meantime, I am exhausted every moment of the day and have lost a lot of strength.  BUT GOD… BUT  GOD..  In the midst of a really bad spell several months ago, I cried out to Jesus saying, “Lord!!!  Why? Why are You allowing this to continue? Please heal me!  What possible use to You can I be when all I can do is cry?” He responded swiftly and strongly saying I am His tool and I will continue to be His tool. From that moment on, no matter how I have felt physically, my Jesus has lifted me up.  My focus needs to be on Him and not my symptoms.  Don’t get me wrong here…. It ain’t easy!  I have periodic bouts of blindness and dizziness that leave me in bed.  The pain seems as big as Mt Everest and as insurmountable. BUT GOD…..  He is faithful. He has showed me how to focus on Him, beyond the pain.  I literally wrap up in a soft fleece blanket in a darkened room and begin with praising Him and move into prayers for my loved ones and to more praise.  Acts 27:14-44 describes Paul’s journey on a ship through a storm. Paul and 276 men were exceedingly tempest-tossed and feared death.  Paul encouraged his shipmates who wanted to escape from the ship to STAY.  In Verse 31 Paul says, “Unless these men stay in the ship, you cannot be saved.”  That dear friends is my mantra!  I will stay in the ship!  I will stay lashed to the mast of the ship!  Jesus is my mast.  He is my strength.  I will be rooted in Him.  I will remain lashed to the mast, regardless to the storm.  The storm will lie to me and say that I cannot survive, but my God is ever faithful.  Lord Jesus, today, at this moment, I will focus on You and not this present storm.  I will continue to hug that mast, with all my strength, eyes closed and praising You.

    Julie Fisher is a wife, mama and grandmama. She works with her husband of many years in their home business. She is a frequent contributor to Ol’ Mama Squirrel being featured ever Wednesday in LEARNING TO LOVE with Julie Fisher. Julie is continually learning the secrets to fellowship, contentment, and worship through some very deep and difficult trials. God has seen fit to allow many and varied circumstances into her life, which has been trying her faith.
    I dare say, she is shining like gold.

  • February 14, 2016 /  Uncategorized

     

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    “One thing at a time and that done well is a very good rule as many can tell.”
    I heard that quote once somewhere and thought it was pretty cool, even spot on.
    But reality and reputation say us woman are multi-taskers and duel-doers.
    We balance, finagle, and off-set.
    We get up and get ‘er done.
    Kid on hip, phone pressed to ear, spatula in hand, all the while silently mouthing threats to our teenager. Yep, that’s us, girls.
    It’s not all bad. I think with so much going on and so much to keep up with…
    our womanly graces kick in, and we just do, do, do….all at once, if necessary.
    And often it’s necessary.

    Tiny problem, though, maybe big problem, all this simultaneous tasking has carried over into my thought life.
    I find it difficult to think on just one problem, now I have to think on eight.
    Eight problems all at once like individual ingredients in my mind, with directions that say mix together,  stir continually, bring to a boil.
    Maybe it’s because living a life of multi-tasking on the outside leads to a life of multi-tasking on the inside.

    So how to remedy my wandering mind that wants to fill up with the problems of today and the decisions for tomorrow?
    Well, it ain’t easy since I have been well  trained by my own instincts, worldly expectations, and a pressing schedule to juggle and balance. All at once.

    But I have been around long enough to know that if I throw too many balls in the air, they will end up coming down, and it’s likely one of them is gonna bonk me on the head.
    Likewise, if I have too many thoughts floating through my brain at once, some are are going to end up bumping together and probably cause a mental crash.

    I like the Bible verse that says, “For God is not a God of confusion but of peace.” 1 Corinthians 14:33
    That verse does not say anything about multi-tasking but it does address order.
    The dictionary definition of order is to organize, to arrange, to sort out.
    To lay out, classify, systemize.
    Sounds like I could use some order in my thought life.
    And it seems like adding some order to my thought life will bring me peace.

    God is so good. Along with His own Word, He uses all kinds of daily life stuff, like a quote read years ago, to speak to me just when I need it.
    A simple little diddy to help me put into practice a Spiritual concept.
    Orderliness.
    One thing at a time.
    One thought at a time.
    One drama at a time.

    “One thing at a time and that done well is a very good rule as many can tell.”