That title is for myself not for you, readers. If it happens to speak to you too then I’m glad. I recently finished listening to Joyce Meyer’s Battlefield of the Mind and this is a quasi review vs. self-reflection. You may have heard sayings like “take one day at a time,” ” you reap what you sow” “tomorrow will have enough worries of its own.” Those are all nice and well but are they true? The answer is yes! You have the power to transform your mind and transform your life. You can battle whatever circumstance you are in, whatever sadness or depression you are experiencing, but it takes work, and it starts in your mind.
Funny enough for those of you familiar with the books of Joyce Meyer I read Mind Connection before Battlefield of the Mind. I would say it was by chance since I found Mind Connection in the bargain section at Barnes & Noble however I believe in fate and a heavenly father who has a plan for me. So that means there isn’t a chance. Mind Connection helped me to understand how powerful my thoughts are. My thoughts can affect my emotions my thoughts can affect my actions, and sometimes stifling thoughts can be just as harmful as thinking them. I learned how to refocus. I started by praying about thoughts that I knew were not good for me, that upset me or could upset others if they knew what I was thinking. Once I started praying about these things it became easier to transform my thinking. This was good and well for a while, especially since I followed Mind Connection up with The Power of I Am by Joel Osteen. It seemed to me almost that The Power of I Am was a sequel to Mind Connection. First I learned how to control my thoughts, and then I learned how to control my speech and prevent what I was thinking and saying from bringing me down and bringing negativity into my life. Sure, I had my ups and downs and slip-ups. I’m only human, and there is a good deal of sin in the world but things were good for the most part.
Fast forward a few months and throw in a job change, a relationship change, the holidays followed by a global pandemic and suddenly my thoughts and words were all out of wack. Back to complaining, back to being down and depressed, being jealous, frustrated, angry, bitter – you name it. Whoa! What happened to all the work I had done? If you are Christian you may want to ask me how my relationship with Christ was? Was I praying was I reading the bible? The answer is yes, though honestly, these things were becoming less and less. My heart was struggling because my mind was struggling. Time to freshen up my thoughts. Joyce Meyer turned me to scripture that I needed to hear again. Battlefield of the mind reminded me that our minds are constantly at war if we don’t take proper care of them. We have to watch what we feed our mind, what thoughts with think, and when we start to slip into bad habits reel ourselves back in with God, the word (the bible), and positive thinking!
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After reading Blackbeard’s tales written by Paul Boone, I was feeling on a pirate and high sea kick. I had The Restitution sitting on my “to read” shelf for years and finally opened it’s pages and poured into the story before me. I am now so glad that I had kept it all this time. It did not disappoint. I feel as if I must put a disclaimer in here, for all the haters of course. It is the story of a young lady on board a pirate ship in 1669, who struggles with her faith in Christ and her adventure in retrieving her son who was kidnapped from some nasty pirates. Not a very convincing tale, especially after reading about the cruelty of pirates in Paul Boone’s book. None the less, it was a wavy ride and I enjoyed every bit of it. It was like reading a spin off of Pirates of the Caribbean. This book, by M.L Tyndall, was actually the 3rd in a trilogy. I was lucky enough to pick up where all the action was, quenching my thirst for sword fights and such. I found the characters fascinating and now want to go back and read the first two books. If you are looking for an escape, set sail with me and read The Legacy of the King’s Pirates series.[Top]
I read this recently and wanted to share with many people. I’m not sure who is telling the story, this is something that was submitted at work (Catholic Hospital system) into our Daily Reflections. I feel like email forwards get deleted way too easily, and then I remembered I have a blog. So here it is I hope you enjoy it and feel free to share it with others <3
Isaiah 65:24 And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear. This is a story written by a doctor who worked in Africa:
One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive; as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator).
We also had no special feeding facilities.
Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in.
Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates).
‘And it is our last hot water bottle!’ she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles.
They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.
‘All right,’ I said, ‘put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts Your job is to keep the baby warm.’
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.
During prayer time, one ten -year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. ‘Please, God’ she prayed, ‘Send us a hot water bottle today It’ll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.’
While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, ‘And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she’ll know You really love her?’
As often with children’s prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say ‘Amen?’ I just did not believe that God could do this.
Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything; the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren’t there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever, received a parcel from home.
Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses’ training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there on the verandah was a large 22-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper; taking care not to tear it unduly Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. > From the top, I lifted out brightly-colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas – that would make a batch of buns for the weekend.
Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the…..could it really be?
I grasped it and pulled it out. Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried.
I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.
Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, ‘If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!’
Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted!
Looking up at me, she asked, ‘Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she’ll know that Jesus really loves her?’
‘Of course,’ I replied!
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God’s prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator.
And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child – five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it ‘that afternoon.’
‘Before they call, I will answer.’ (Isaiah 65:24)
When you receive this, say the prayer. That’s all I ask. No strings attached. Just send it on to whomever you want but do send it on. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost, but a lot of rewards. Let’s continue praying for one another.
This awesome prayer takes less than a minute.
Gracious God, I ask you to bless my friends reading this. I ask You to minister to their spirit. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubting, release a renewed confidence to work through them. Where there is tiredness or exhaustion, I ask You to give them understanding, guidance, and strength. Where there is fear, reveal Your love and release to them Your courage. Bless their finances, give them greater vision, and raise up leaders and friends to support and encourage them. I ask You to do these things in Your name. Amen
P. S. Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both. Passing this on to one not considered a friend is something your loving God would do.
Submitted by David Charbonneau, MRMC
I recently came across this and it seems so full of truth I wanted to share it. I think we all feel frustrated without answers sometimes, we just need to simply live.
“I beg you…to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer“
Rainer Maria Rilke[Top]
I read in Jesus in Blue Jeans about receiving a clean plate every day. Each day we must begin with a clean plate, washed clean of dirt, crust, filth—sin. Jesus said “If I do not wash you, you have no part in me.” The cleansing power of forgiveness like a setting on your dishwasher.
Each night become clean of grudges and resentments. We ought to give family, friends, coworkers a new plate daily. (Even our dogs when they pee in our rooms! They are God’s creatures too!) What motivation to have a clean plate, a fresh start to each and every day.