|
Tab Menu 1
Café Blog-a-bit Our own cozy coffeehouse to congregate and share. |
View Poll Results: Truthfully...
|
I have been mad at God in the past.
|
|
22 |
75.86% |
I have never been mad at God.
|
|
3 |
10.34% |
I am currently mad at God.
|
|
3 |
10.34% |
I live in a state of denial.
|
|
1 |
3.45% |
|
|
12-18-2007, 07:35 PM
|
|
I need a Triple Espresso, NOW!
|
|
Join Date: Feb 2007
Location: Standing at the crossroads of life!
Posts: 3,238
|
|
thank you! it's been a while so the pain is not like it once was... Time heals, although scars remain. But thru this, God was able to use me to help a friend go thru the very same situation. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh... blessed be the name of the Lord!
__________________
I never met a chocolate I didn't like!
*sigh* I did nothing yesterday.... I wasn't finished so I did nothing again today!
|
12-19-2007, 07:21 AM
|
delete account
|
|
Join Date: Feb 2007
Posts: 8,086
|
|
Quote:
Originally Posted by Neckstadt
That is the blessing of a trial. You have a heart to reach out to others when they face tough and lonely times.
Nathan
|
Nathan,
Thank-you for Bro. & Sis. Trapani's address. I haven't talked to them in a couple years. Bro. Trapani is a counselor, and good one. They have been through so much and he has had many opportunities to share and help with healing of those who have been through similar situations.
So, your sister married one of the Trapani boys huh? My sister dated one or both of their sons that died. She named her daughter after Julia.
Blessings, Rhoni
|
12-19-2007, 09:45 AM
|
|
Sister Alvear
|
|
Join Date: Feb 2007
Location: Brazil, SA
Posts: 27,033
|
|
I guess we have all been in circumstances we wanted to scream at God and ask him why...why the pain...the loneliness...why be abandoned...why do good for others and them stab you...why is my baby sick..Why did the person I loved die...why, why why...
But as time passes many of the why´s we understand BUT not all of them...maybe we will have one long session in heaven as HE explains all the whys to us...
I have been numb with pain...horror stricken...and felt I really could tell no one...who would understand? Who would really care?
You know when you are an independent missionary...no boards..to fundraisers, no sheaves for Christ..no this or that...and you open your cabinet and no food for your babies...no gas for the car...a line of natives at your door KNOWING you have thousands of dollars...they are sure of that...all your explaining they would never understand...frustrating to say the least…
You remember the dozens of places you go and they say, Just let us know if you have a need...you try it but it doesn´t work...you feel like a little green man from mars...
I must confess...if my confessions help you younger soldiers...I have sat down and cried many a time...wondering just where HE that called really was...
No, you never outgrow those feeling...you do learn they are not forever but they visit every one of us...
We all struggle not to become bitter over things that come our way...no one is above struggles...no one has it all together...all the time.
I say sweet things to my kids and family but when my refrigerator died…I laughed with my daughter and daughter in laws…but I went in my bedroom and cried…(they don´t know it) Stupid thing to do I guess…but Brother Alvear is away and traveled to try to help pay bills. Before he gets out of Brazil we wreck the church van, the radiator bursts in the car, the refrigerator goes out , 2 pastors call with desperate needs…a church brother needs 150 dollars for some kind of document or he will lose his drivers license and needs it NOW…and the missionary is supposed to help…and on and on..
Your needs seem so big then you visit the states and you see so much wasted and you find yourself thinking wish I just had what they don´t want or don´t use…Yes dear ones…fellow travelers…the road is not always easy.
Why did my grandbaby have to suffer 2 heart operations and when you try to raise money for things people laugh and say…OH, that just a missionary´s way of getting our money…
People say deep cutting remarks and believe me they hurt! Life gives us curve balls and lemons…how we deal with them will depend on many factors. One of the scriptures I always think of is HE is faithful even if we are unfaithful…I guess maybe our unbelief our attitudes are often ungrateful for all His mercies that He renews everyday.
But in all our mad spells and pouting HE remembers we are flesh...
__________________
Monies to help us may be sent to P.O. Box 797, Jonesville, La 71343.
If it is for one of our direct needs please mark it on the check.
Facebook Janice LaVaun Taylor Alvear
|
12-19-2007, 09:51 AM
|
I wanna live...
|
|
Join Date: Mar 2007
Location: Houston, Texas
Posts: 254
|
|
Thank you... your post did more than you'll know.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Sister Alvear
I guess we have all been in circumstances we wanted to scream at God and ask him why...why the pain...the loneliness...why be abandoned...why do good for others and them stab you...why is my baby sick..Why did the person I loved die...why, why why...
But as time passes many of the why´s we understand BUT not all of them...maybe we will have one long session in heaven as HE explains all the whys to us...
I have been numb with pain...horror stricken...and felt I really could tell no one...who would understand? Who would really care?
You know when you are an independent missionary...no boards..to fundraisers, no sheaves for Christ..no this or that...and you open your cabinet and no food for your babies...no gas for the car...a line of natives at your door KNOWING you have thousands of dollars...they are sure of that...all your explaining they would never understand...frustrating to say the least…
You remember the dozens of places you go and they say, Just let us know if you have a need...you try it but it doesn´t work...you feel like a little green man from mars...
I must confess...if my confessions help you younger soldiers...I have sat down and cried many a time...wondering just where HE that called really was...
No, you never outgrow those feeling...you do learn they are not forever but they visit every one of us...
We all struggle not to become bitter over things that come our way...no one is above struggles...no one has it all together...all the time.
I say sweet things to my kids and family but when my refrigerator died…I laughed with my daughter and daughter in laws…but I went in my bedroom and cried…(they don´t know it) Stupid thing to do I guess…but Brother Alvear is away and traveled to try to help pay bills. Before he gets out of Brazil we wreck the church van, the radiator bursts in the car, the refrigerator goes out , 2 pastors call with desperate needs…a church brother needs 150 dollars for some kind of document or he will lose his drivers license and needs it NOW…and the missionary is supposed to help…and on and on..
Your needs seem so big then you visit the states and you see so much wasted and you find yourself thinking wish I just had what they don´t want or don´t use…Yes dear ones…fellow travelers…the road is not always easy.
Why did my grandbaby have to suffer 2 heart operations and when you try to raise money for things people laugh and say…OH, that just a missionary´s way of getting our money…
People say deep cutting remarks and believe me they hurt! Life gives us curve balls and lemons…how we deal with them will depend on many factors. One of the scriptures I always think of is HE is faithful even if we are unfaithful…I guess maybe our unbelief our attitudes are often ungrateful for all His mercies that He renews everyday.
But in all our mad spells and pouting HE remembers we are flesh...
|
__________________
I am going to be better than I am today....(Phil 1:6)
|
12-19-2007, 09:55 AM
|
|
Sister Alvear
|
|
Join Date: Feb 2007
Location: Brazil, SA
Posts: 27,033
|
|
you are so welcome...
__________________
Monies to help us may be sent to P.O. Box 797, Jonesville, La 71343.
If it is for one of our direct needs please mark it on the check.
Facebook Janice LaVaun Taylor Alvear
|
12-19-2007, 06:14 PM
|
delete account
|
|
Join Date: Feb 2007
Posts: 8,086
|
|
Quote:
Originally Posted by LadyChocolate
thank you! it's been a while so the pain is not like it once was... Time heals, although scars remain. But thru this, God was able to use me to help a friend go thru the very same situation. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh... blessed be the name of the Lord!
|
Lady Chocolate,
Scars are just reminders of where our healing has taken place. I thank God for all my scars.
Blessings, Rhoni
|
12-19-2007, 06:18 PM
|
delete account
|
|
Join Date: Feb 2007
Posts: 8,086
|
|
Sis Alvear
Quote:
No, you never outgrow those feeling...you do learn they are not forever but they visit every one of us...
We all struggle not to become bitter over things that come our way...no one is above struggles...no one has it all together...all the time.
|
The one prayer that I have prayed for almost 2 decades now is that God would help me to stay soft and pliable. I don't want to be bitter and hard...it isn't pretty on anyone.
You are so right...no one has it all together ALL the time. I'm shooting for 80% though...I just hate being a less than "B" student
Love & Blessings, Rhoni
|
12-19-2007, 06:29 PM
|
delete account
|
|
Join Date: Feb 2007
Posts: 8,086
|
|
Quote:
Originally Posted by Sister Truth Seeker
when I was a child and being abused I would pray for God to show me a sign that He was there, and to help me, but nothing changed, so I didn't believe He existed or if He did he didn't care about me!
|
Sister Truthseeker,
You have hit the nail on the head...we expect things to change in order to 'feel' God has done something for us. BUT, the fact is he was there everytime you were abused and holding you up through it. He spared your life for a purpose and what the devil meant to destroy you...is what gives you strength for today.
When I pray, I come into his gates[presence] with Thanksgiving. I thank him for all the times he was there for me when things were good and when they were not so good. Then I come into his presence with praise and thank him for the train of his victories which fills my life. It is then that I can worship Him for who he is;
Jehoveh Jireh - my provider
Jehoveh Nissi-my banner of victory
Jehoveh Rophe - my healer
Jehoveh Shalom-my peace
The shield of faith I carry is large and gets larger and more strong with every battle.
|
12-19-2007, 06:40 PM
|
|
Guest
|
|
Join Date: Feb 2007
Location: In a cold dark cave.....
Posts: 4,624
|
|
I have been talking to a co-worker about Anger, and bitterness. Bitterness is Anger not worked out that gets rotten and destroys from the inside out. Since to our finite mind, God is not able to be defined, it is easier to be Angry with God and unchecked, Bitterness can lead to physical illness.
__________________
I am not a member here -Do not PM me please?
|
12-19-2007, 07:27 PM
|
delete account
|
|
Join Date: Feb 2007
Posts: 8,086
|
|
Quote:
Originally Posted by BoredOutOfMyMind
I have been talking to a co-worker about Anger, and bitterness. Bitterness is Anger not worked out that gets rotten and destroys from the inside out. Since to our finite mind, God is not able to be defined, it is easier to be Angry with God and unchecked, Bitterness can lead to physical illness.
|
BOOMM,
Your statement about anger & bitterness reminds me of the analogy of something I saw when working in a Sub-acute nursing facility. Anger & bitterness are like; a bed sore that heals on the outside but MRSA/infection is festering underneath the skin and spreading into all the organs and systems of the body. The only way to get rid of the infection is to take IV heavy-duty antibiotics, and lance open the sore, dig the puss and infection out and stuff it with gauze. Daily the gause has to be pulled out with all the dried puss stuck to it and it hurts when it is pulled out of the wound. Doing this daily for a period of time cleans up the infection and the healing begins from the inside with new skin and tissue. This way, when the sore heals this time...a faint scar is the only reminder of the pain and infection that was once there.
Many times God has to open up the old wounds, burn out the dross/sin/weights, and pour in the gauze of his word while pouring the anointing oil into our veins to preserve our life. It is a painful process but the healing is miraculous.
Blessings, Rhoni
|
Posting Rules
|
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts
HTML code is Off
|
|
|
|
|
|
All times are GMT -6. The time now is 04:53 PM.
| |