Danie Marie's Musings

UPDATE & THE PROLOGUE OF MY NEWEST NOVEL

2021-06-14T15:28:00.003-07:00

Hello Dear Friends!

Forgive my long absence. My dad was on hospice for over three months, and we're still dealing with his passing, along with the details of his estate. After cancelling our vacation with our son, d-n-love and 2 year old grandson (our second grandson is on the way, and we're very excited), we were finally able to fly to Maui.

I've decided after this long wait to give you a free look at the prologue of my newest novel, NELLIE'S GOLD/Where Secrets Lie. While in many ways this was fun to write, in other ways it proved painful, which you'll have to read to understand. This is my first historical, coming of age, adventure novel, which was inspired by the life of my best friend. I hope you enjoy this sneak peek.

PROLOGUE

In the early 1940s World War II ravaged the world. Radio and newspapers narrated and reported the news. Newsreels and movie theaters depicted its horrors. The war was a world away, and I was just a girl, but talk around the dinner table often led to discussions of Hitler and his madness. Keeping it ever on my mind.

Realizing my older brother would soon be old enough to enlist in the military gave me pause. My brows pinched whenever I saw a picture of Uncle Sam pointing his finger with the caption "Uncle Sam wants you!" I couldn't imagine any of my brothers leaving me to fight in the war.

On the other hand, if Papa had enlisted and gone to war, I would have welcomed his absence. My papa was a drunk. And not a happy drunk. Life under his roof was frightening, a war in and of itself. His cruelty often caused me to be fearful, but I found ways to escape, to pretend that life was good. Yet, I cannot say that my life was all bad. The fertile soil of my heart along with life's challenges helped break the fallow ground and gave my faith a chance to grow and to learn the lessons God intended for me.

Our family left Texas and moved to the town of Folsom, California, in the spring of 1940 when I was three. Papa said it was to get away from destructive twisters and to be closer to family, my aunts, uncles, and cousins. Since Papa's sister, Lucy, married Mama's brother, Ted, I have double cousins, Grace, and Thomas. We visited with them off and on, but especially with my Aunt Mary and Uncle Dody, who had a farm in Loomis, a twelve-mile ride to the north.

The part of Folsom where I grew up is now considered a historic area and is called Old Historic Folsom. In the mid-1800s it was one of the few towns in the foothills east of Sacramento, along with Auburn, Grass Valley, and Placerville, where gold diggers used to shop for supplies or trade their goods and where many Chinese settled.

While I was growing up in Folsom, it still had the charm and beauty of a quaint old mining town. A few miners still shovel gravel into wooden sluice boxes or pan for gold along the American River. Clusters of rock pyramids along the river, evidence of dredging, are reminders of years gone by. Old Historic Folsom looks pretty much the same today, but many of the old stores have given way to boutiques. Oddly enough, they're filled with antiques from the era of the town's beginnings.

Walking along the riverbank now, images of my childhood come to mind, rushing in as powerful as the waters of the American River in springtime, as fresh as if it was yesterday—this, my old playground, where my brothers and I picked blackberries, went fishing or rafting.

My tree! It's still standing! I thought by now someone would've chopped it down. Oh, how I wish I had the strength to climb onto my favorite branch and stretch out like I did as a child and read a good book. If only my old bones would allow it. I'll just have to settle down against it while I reminisce. To look at me now, a grandma of eight, you wouldn't guess that I was a tomboy, but I guess it isn't surprising—I grew up with three older brothers. My name is Nellie. Step back in time with me to 1945 when I was eight years old, and I’ll tell you my story and share a few of my adventures. Some, I probably shouldn’t have endeavored. While many of my memories are not happy, are even sad, I came out all right, and I hope you’ll find joy regardless of what life throws at you, as I have.

Nellie's Gold - Where Secrets Lie (Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP)) $14.99 paperback, $5.99 e-book, 342 pages, 87,128 words, 5x5 X 8k.5, ISBN 9798575776932. Can be purchased at:

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May the Lord Bless and Keep You!

Danie Marie

Discerning His Voice - Part ll

2020-10-17T20:56:00.000-07:00

I was floating in the ocean on Grand Cayman Island after hitting a wake and being thrown from my wave runner. Momentarily bound by fear, even though the Lord had forewarned me that I was coming home with a broken ankle, my flesh took over and I started screaming hysterically. I glanced around for help. My husband and son were nowhere in sight. Finally, I saw my son in the distance. I stopped screaming and waved him over. Later he told me he thought I got in the water to look at the fish. As he got closer, I yelled, "Don't make waves! My ankle's broken."

He slowed down, got off his wave runner and joined me in the water. I pulled my leg up for him to see the damage and told him how it happened. Seeing his dad, he waved him over. After a few minutes, my husband said, "We need to get her back on the wave runner." My eyes went wide. No way—I can't do that—it'll be too painful.

Our son wisely spoke my thoughts.

We saw a boat off in the distance. Turns out it was a dive boat and had low sides, exactly what was needed to get me on board with the least amount of pain (oh, how God provides for our needs). They were just heading out, and seeing all three of us in the water they headed our way. Still 2-300 feet away, one of them called out and asked if everything was all right. I yelled, "No. My ankles broken."

Help at last. They had a back board and one of them got in the water with us to help get me onto the board and strapped on. The back board floated, allowing my husband to clearly see my ankle. "There's blood." The guy shook his head at my husband.

Sharks! —they're attracted to the scent of blood. "Hurry, get me out of the water!"

After we were safe on the dive boat, I started going into shock. My entire body trembled intensifying the pain in my ankle. I started to pray and felt the Lord urging me to speak it out loud. "Lord, please calm me. This shaking is making the pain worse." I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Instantly, the shaking stopped. Thank you, Lord!

I'll save time and not go into all the details about the rough road and the ride to the emergency center, or the center's condition, but I'll say this. The equipment was antiquated, but at least it did the job. They asked how soon we were flying home. "In two days." "If you want, we can fly you to Florida where you can be treated, or you can wait until you get home." We opted to wait.

I was instructed to see an orthopedic surgeon as soon as we got back.

The next day my husband cancelled the boat trip we planned to take to Sting Ray City. Instead, he took our son out for another day of snorkeling. I stayed at the hotel and laid in the sun, until it started raining. One of the hotel staff quickly wheeled over one or their suitcase carts to get me back to my room. I learned that many on the Island, including many of the hotel staff, were praying for me. How good our God is!

The crazy thing about G.C., they don't have a jetway. You have to walk outside to the plane, and up steep stairs, or in my case, be wheeled out. They carried me up the stairs in the wheelchair, backwards. It was a little scary. By then, I had what my dad would later refer to as Cabbage Patch toes. They were fat, and purple.

One thing about being disabled, we flew through customs in record time, a blessing in itself. We got home late that night, and the following morning, I made an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon. It hadn't occurred to me that it meant I needed surgery. I simply thought they wanted an orthopedic surgeon to take a look and put me in a better cast. By 4:00 p.m. I was in surgery, for four hours.

My foot had been dislocated, the medial malleolus (ball like bone on the inside ankle) had a compound fracture. The surgeon said it was like oatmeal at the break. And my fibula was crushed at the break. He called my bones ghost bones because you could see through them on the x-rays. Most likely from long term Type 1 Diabetes.

He put a screw into the medial malleolus to hold the bone together, and a plate and screws along the fibula. Remember the pain I mentioned in my back when I came down on the runner? The x-ray didn't show any damage, but a lot of capillaries were broken. From my waist down to my bottom, my skin was such a dark purple it looked black. I spent a week in the hospital and was told I'd be laid up for two months.

I learned that people across the country were lifting me in prayer. God is so good! My friend Vicki took on the task of getting people from our church to bring meals. Only she didn't have to make any calls. People called asking her what they could do to help. The outpouring of love on my behalf was amazing.

I had told the Lord I'd praise Him no matter what, and I did. I wanted my life to be a testimony of His love and grace. I'm thankful He didn't reveal the entirety of what would happen. But I imagine the devil asked the Lord's permission to test me, and He gave it. Yet in His great mercy and love, He forewarned me.

During the time I was laid up, I felt the Lord calling me to write and speak for Him. In only one month, I was in a walking cast—a miraculous healing for a type 1 diabetic. Shortly after, I heard of a correspondence writing course and signed up.

Glory to God for His inconceivable love, and for His peace that passes understanding. While He may give us knowledge about something, it doesn't necessarily mean He'll give us the where or how. Our responsibility is to trust His faithfulness, and seek to praise Him no matter the circumstances. For He is worthy.

Lord, minister to those who are hurting today. I pray they experience your peace that passes understanding. May they choose to praise you no matter their circumstances, that you be glorified. In Jesus name I pray. Amen.

Love & Blessings ~ Danie Marie

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Discerning His Voice -Part 1

2020-10-08T15:09:00.000-07:00

Years ago, my husband was scheduled to attend a conference in Florida. We live in Northern California. With his flight already covered, we attached our family vacation to his conference and flew from Florida to Grand Cayman Island, one of the British Virgin Islands. Our son was around fourteen at the time.

About a month before our trip, the worship team I was on at church had a social along with our spouses. Some of the guys started playing volleyball. The leader of our worship team hurt his ankle. Turns out he broke it. So much for a fun evening, huh?

A week or so later, a thought came to me. "You're coming home from vacation with a broken ankle." What? My silly imagination. Why would I think something like that? I figured the thought came to me because my friend had broken his ankle.

But it happened again. Okay, what's going on? This is weird. Tomorrow when I walk with Vicki, I'll ask what she thinks.

When I mentioned it to her, she responded as many of us would. "Don't even think that!" After the third or fourth time, I realized the Lord was trying to get my attention. Nothing like this had happened to me before.

"Okay, Lord. I believe you're telling me I'm coming home from vacation with a broken ankle. If I tell my husband and son, they'll think I'm crazy. So, I guess we're going on this vacation. Your Word tells me not to be afraid. So, if you're going to let this happen—I trust You—and I'll praise You no matter what."

It was settled and my spirit was calm.

Fast forward to Grand Cayman Island. While I enjoyed our time there, the idea of where and how I'd break my ankle often came to mind. In fact, at different times, unafraid, I'd think, is this where it's going to happen, Lord?

The time on the island passed quickly, and two days before we were to leave, we rented wave runners for an hour. It was my first time to ride alone. The warm aqua ocean lay quiet. We headed out in different directions. Seeing a boat heading towards shore I headed toward its wakes for a little fun.

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I zoomed toward the wakes unaware how quickly they rushed in my direction. Suddenly upon them, I hit the first wake. My wave runner shot into the air. I held on for dear life. My body flew off the runner and upward, and I landed hard.

Ow! My left ankle hurt like when I'd bump it riding a bike—the right side of my lower back hurt. I unintentionally had the wave runner at full throttle and hit the next wake. I flew into the air again. This time I let go and was thrust into a backwards summersault and into the water….

Stunned, I floated a minute. Seeing my wave runner slipping away from me, I tried to swim after it. Instant pain hit my ankle. I instinctively knew I had to let the runner go, and gingerly gripped underneath my left knee with my hands, and pulled it up to check the damage. What I saw through the clear water shocked me.

My foot was off to the side of my ankle.

The truth sank in. This was it. I didn't expect it to happen this way and started screaming hysterically—a high-pitched scream I didn't recognize as my own. I floated in the ocean, alone. Please, someone come help me!

Come back next week for Part-ll

Love & Blessings ~ Danie Marie

THE HEAVENLY VISION

2020-10-02T16:09:00.000-07:00

Imagine standing in a small, dimly lit room looking in a mirror. The person standing before you clothes are tattered and torn—their hair matted and caked. You recoil at the stench. Thick, heavy chains hang around their neck and over their shoulders. Their wrists and ankles are bound. They are weighted down. Their sorrowful eyes stare at you blankly without hope.

A bright light from beyond, floods the room. You look up. The heavy chains around your neck and shoulders, wrists and ankles, break and fall to the ground. You're free! Your bondage has been broken. The chains melt away at your feet.

Your tattered clothes fall to the ground. You stand naked—bathed in white light. A white robe is placed around your shoulders and tied with a sash. You are radiant, clean, and beautiful.

Can you see yourself?

The chains represent the bondage of sin that entangles us now or has in the past. Perhaps drugs, sex, violence, jealousy, rebellion towards authority, rudeness, drunkenness, lying, cheating, stealing, gossip, pride, murder, lust, selfishness, etc.

Sin is a blemish on our lives.

All have sinned (Romans 3:23), and no matter how small or great, sin causes a separation between us and God (Isaiah 59:2). The result is death (Romans 6:23). But Jesus Christ paid the price. The price was his innocent blood shed on the cross for our sins. He took our place to free us from the chains of sin that imprison us, thus, opening the way for us to have eternal life with Him in heaven (John 14:6).

Head knowledge of the scriptures doesn't save us. Regular church attendance doesn't save us. Works don't save us. Tithing doesn't save us. Not that these are bad in and of themselves, but nothing has the power to save us from our sins but the cross of Christ. The blood of the Lamb.

You say, "But I was raised in a Christian home," or, "my father was the preacher," It doesn't matter, these won't save you from the fires of hell. God wants us to believe the Words about His only Son and to receive Him—and He doesn't simply want to be our Savior, but Lord of our lives. Christ died so that we could have a relationship with Him—He has a plan and purpose for our lives.

How can we find His purpose? By yielding ourselves to Him daily. Asking Him to fill us with His Holy Spirit. Reading and studying His Word each day. By spending time in prayer, and seeking His will for our lives. Those who seek will find. When we incorporate these ideals, our hearts are changed, as well as our focus.

"The thief comes only to steal and to kill and destroy; I have come that they might have life and have it to the full," (John 10:10). We are in a spiritual battle. Our job is to stay alert to the adversary’s schemes—to cast down vain imaginations, to renounce every thought that causes us to think on or to do evil. Remember, a ragged reflection does not reflect God.

Once freed from bondage, our responsibility is to remain pure, to continue in holiness—by staying in constant fellowship with the Savior and with other believers. Meaningful moments multiply when we are God focused. A carefree day is only possible when we consciously worship. In so doing, the cares of the world slip away. Like milk and lemon juice don’t mix, neither do worry and worship.

"The hour has come for you to wake up from your slumber, because our salvation is nearer now than when we first believed. The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light. Let us behave decently, as in the daytime, not in orgies and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and debauchery, not in dissension and jealousy. Rather, clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ, and do not think about how to gratify the desires of the sinful nature" (Romans 13:11-14).

"Sow for yourselves righteousness, reap the fruit of unfailing love, and break up your unplowed ground; for it is time to seek the Lord, until he comes and showers righteousness on you" (Hosea 10:12). In order to garner strength to rebuke the attempts of the enemy whose sole purpose is to destroy God's children, we must remember our Savior's sacrifice. Remembering His sacrifice refreshes our desire to fight. He helps us see and then turn our attention away from temptation.

Once we give the reins of our lives to Jesus, we find purpose and fulfillment.

If you haven't already, ask Him to free you from the burden of sin. Worship Him. Pray and obey, and trust that He is good. Know that He lavishes his love on you.

Blessings ~ Danie

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"God Is the Master of the Chess Board! He Has Sudden Moves Satan Will Not See Coming!"

2020-09-22T13:54:00.001-07:00

Today I'm sharing a post from The Elijah list. I pray you'll receive Rebecca's message with joy. Also, for those who haven't heard, Jonathan Cahn and others will be in Washington D.C. this Saturday, Sept. 26 starting at 9:00 a.m. on the mall. If you can't be there, tune in at: thereturn.org.

Blessings! ~ Danie Marie

Rebecca Greenwood: "God Is the Master of the Chess Board! He Has Sudden Moves Satan Will Not See Coming!"

Rebecca Greenwood

Sep 22, 2020

From the Desk of Steve Shultz:

As a young man, I learned to play the game of chess just well enough to discover that I didn't really have what it took to get really good.

My older brother and father were much better at it. They could see not only the move in front of them but beyond that, they could even see the next move or two.

True masters of chess are known to be able to see around 20-25 moves ahead. Crazy, right??

But God...

God is not just THE Master chess player. Far beyond that, God is the Master of the universe, and as such, He's the Creator of strategy itself. Far beyond 20-25 steps ahead of the devil, the LORD GOD can see trillions upon trillions of potential counter moves for any move the devil might ever think of.

The long and short of it? Satan has NO CHANCE. He's bound for Hell. No matter what he does, Father God has him in a "Check and MATE!" End of story!

Are you frustrated when watching the news, hoping the devil won't pull a fast one on you, the Church or the Nation? Fear not. Satan is bound for Hell as are all his plans!

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"God Is the Master of the Chess Board! He Has Sudden Moves Satan Will Not See Coming!"

Rebecca Greenwood, Colorado Springs, CO

I heard the Lord say as I began my day (September 20, 2020):

"The enemy thinks he has secured great victories in this season, but I am the Master of the chessboard that the world, man and satan have attempted to manipulate through humanism, demonic delay and antichrist agendas.

"I have sudden moves that satan and corrupt men and structures will not see coming. There will be sudden moves initiated on the game board that will trump evil and corruption and secure victory.

"Remember that while I hung on the Cross, satan thought he had won. But I secured the keys he had stolen and in a surprise, not yet seen move, I rose from the grave and defeated death and Hell. Don't think darkness and evil have won. Their defeat and destruction were secured on the Cross and sealed by My resurrection life.

"There will be more suddenly, surprise moves. I will initiate the final secure move of checkmate on the game board the enemy has set in motion among the people and nations.

"My Ekklesia must rise above the roar of chaos and see, perceive and discern from My victorious, eternal, throne room position and operate in the victory strategy. The world looks different through the sight of victorious redemption."

I then saw the U.S. in a vision and the Lord spoke, "Look for the next sudden and swift strategic maneuvers. They will come suddenly and swiftly but with great effectual victory." (Photo via Unsplash)

I saw the sound of the intercession, worship, strategic warfare decrees, prophetic proclamation and decrees resounding out in sound waves of the spiritual atmosphere. It penetrated and pierced through the canopy and shroud of darkness, evil, lies and corruption, and glory, light and justice broke through shining throughout the land.

Now is NOT the time to be silent! Now is the time for the armed and ready battalion of spiritual warriors to engage to secure the Kingdom order for the new era. It is the now time to tip this reset moment into righteous Kingdom alignment, time and harvest.

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Rebecca Greenwood, along with her husband Greg, are co-founders of Christian Harvest International and Strategic Prayer Apostolic Network (SPAN). Over the past 27 years, Rebecca has ministered in and participated and led in spiritual warfare prayer journeys to 40 countries and to many cities and locations throughout the US, in which measurable breakthrough of transformation have been realized. Rebecca has been a guest on TBN, Its Supernatural, God Knows and the Harvest Show. She has written for publications such as Charisma, Pray! Magazine, Spirit-Led Woman, and has written eight books. Rebecca's favorite and most cherished times are with her husband Greg and their three beautiful daughters. They reside in Colorado Springs, CO.

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WHO EXACTLY IS MOTHER EARTH?

2020-09-13T18:20:00.000-07:00

Some of you may think this a silly question. But recently in the media in regards to wildfires wreaking havoc along the Westcoast, and the hurricanes, Nancy Pelosi said they are a result of "Mother Earth," being angered by the climate crisis. Really. If that's the case, what is it that made "Mother Earth" angry?

Let's take a look at the personification of Mother Nature, or Mother Earth. The idea came about and was popularized in the middle ages and has been traced to Ancient Greece. Greek mythology states that she is Gaia, or Mother Earth, who created herself out of primordial chaos. "From her fertile womb all life sprang, and unto Mother Earth all living things must return after their allotted span of life is over. Gaia, as Mother Nature personifies the entire ecosystem of Planet Earth (Greek Mythology)." She is one of many Greek Myths.

Do you realize, our children can no longer celebrate Easter in school? But guess what they do celebrate...Earth Day. Adrian Rogers puts it this way. "They celebrate dirt!"

Know this, Satan is a copy-cat. He seeks to replicate everything the Lord God does. The devil is an imposter who seeks to draw attention away from the God who saves, onto himself. The Holy Scriptures says that Satan is a liar and the father of all lies. He has deceived many, including Nancy Pelosi.

Nowhere in the Bible will you read a single word about "Mother Nature." She doesn't exist. She is a myth and a figment of people's imagination, spawned by the devil himself! Some base their religion on her, a fantasy with no substance. The Lord God, Jehovah, is the only One who created and controls these powerful elements, that He alone Created.

As for the fires in California? Gavin Newsom blames them on climate change. Let me enlighten you. For years our forests have been badly managed by the forestry service, in part because of those who fight against keeping them clean—as in clearing underbrush and cutting down dead trees—thinning away the dross, so to speak. Had we been diligent in doing so over the years, we wouldn't have the devastating fires we now have. Yes, past droughts contributed to the devastation, and perhaps climate change plays a small part. But working to keep our forests clear of deadwood is essential to keeping the fire danger down. When lightning strikes, a fire in a cleared forest would be easier to control.

The massive amount of smoke from the fires is causing more damage than any element created by man, that would result in climate change.

In closing, Mother Nature doesn't exist, so she can't be angry. On the other hand, I believe as a nation we have provoked our loving Father. God is longsuffering, He is merciful and gracious, but He will not hold back His hand of judgement forever. That which He allows is for our good, that we would look up and repent of our sins, and turn to Him in faith as Lord and Savior.

"Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth

(Psalm 124:8 ESV).

My prayer for you, "May you be strengthened with all power, according to His glorious might for all endurance and patience with joy, giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in light. He has delivered you from the dominion of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of His beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins, Colossians 1:11-14 ESV)." Amen.

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THE BATTLE IN MY BODY ~ Proverbs 139

2020-09-01T16:11:00.001-07:00

Since 1967 author Joni Erikson Tada has been a quadriplegic in a wheelchair, and unable to move her hands. The result of a diving accident. She has suffered more than most of us can comprehend. And although my struggles are not the same as Joni’s, I hope those who experience the hardship of chronic pain or disease will be encouraged knowing you are not alone, as I shine the light on God’s goodness in the midst of my trials.

I had put up with pain in both shoulders for years. But the pain increased and was no longer limited to my shoulders. I had sleep deprivation, experienced extreme fatigue and frequent flu like symptoms with pain from head to toe. Chronic pain and sleep deprivation brought on anxiety. After a month of feeling like I'd been hit by a truck, I made an appointment with my nurse practitioner, Danielle.

It was February, 2005, when I sat in her office awaiting my appointment. As soon as Danielle walked in and asked how I was, my throat constricted and I tearfully said, "I feel awful. I hurt all over, and I can’t sleep." I had spent a lot of time in her office over a few months' time.

Danielle figured I’d come down with something, yet again. After having bronchitis, and twice thinking I had pneumonia, it seemed obvious I'd come down with another virus. Toward the end of my visit, she said, “No wonder you’re depressed! With all you have going on, I’d be depressed too!” I thought, depressed?

Oh no! Something else to deal with! But the Lord reminded me that depression was more than just a result from physical suffering. It was also a spiritual battle. I knew God would give me the victory—and He did. He showed me I needed to change my focus from worry to praise (I suggest reading Power in Praise by Merlin Carothers). Praise made all the difference in my outlook and helped dispel the darkness of depression.

Danielle ordered lab tests for rheumatoid arthritis (RA). Out of the four tests, two came back positive, but not the one specific to RA, which didn’t mean that I didn’t have it. Apparently you can have a false positive or a false negative result. She recommended I see a specialist in the field of rheumatology. With only a few rheumatologists in the area, it was a three month wait before I could get an appointment. Then, more testing and more waiting for lab results to determine what was going on in my body.

During one bout of extreme pain, sleep deprivation and frustration, while I had yet to receive a diagnosis, I turned to Isaiah 49. Tears welled in my eyes as I read verse 15. "Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has born? Though she may forget, I will not forget you," (NIV). How precious! On my knees in my prayer closet, I imagined my head lying on the lap of my Lord, and wept like a child.

He knew exactly what I was going through. He had not forgotten me. When my tears were spent, I felt the Lord gently say, "Get up now, and dry your tears." I responded, "I can do this Lord, because you are with me."

After three and a half long months the verdict finally came in. I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome. Apparently they’re bed fellows. In times of desperation I cried out to the Lord, "I don’t understand…" and at other times I asked, "What is your purpose in this?" And yet, when I thought of all that Christ suffered on my behalf, I could not say, Why me? –But rather, Why not me?

Who was I that I should be spared suffering?

My physical ailments were compounded when a well-meaning sister in the Lord implied that I wasn’t healed because of sin or a lack of faith. If sin was the reason for sickness, we’d all be on our death beds. In James 5:15-16 one small word, "if", is often overlooked and scripture taken out of context. "And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise him up. If he has sinned he will be forgiven." Italics mine. I had repented of sin. I had faith that I’d be healed in God’s time.

After suffering almost a year and a half with fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome, in which even clothing touching my skin was painful because of hypersensitive nerves, in February 2006 the symptoms suddenly stopped. Hallelujah!

Unfortunately, I still had a long road ahead of me, and more to endure. Coming off Darvocet and Oxycontin caused horrible withdrawals. Right when it seemed things couldn’t get worse, they did. At the Saturday evening Bible study my husband and I attended, a friend who used to be an emergency room nurse informed us that it would take 6-8 months to get the drugs completely out of my system. Only five weeks had passed.

My heart sank. I don't think I can do this Lord. I struggled to keep my emotions intact. When we got home the withdrawals hit full force. My skin crawled, and I wanted to crawl out of it. Pain wracked my body from head to toe.

After lying awake most of the night, I missed church the following morning. But knowing our church staff gathers for prayer on Tuesday mornings, Monday I sent our pastor an email with my prayer request, ensuring they'd have it in time for Tuesday.

He replied to my email saying they would lift me up that night. What? It suddenly dawned on me that it was the first Monday of the month—the night of the monthly Monday night prayer meeting. Hope rose within me. That evening I prayed, "Lord please hear the prayers of your saints and take this from me." It was mid March.

Monday night, the Lord heard their prayers, and mine. He took my pain. It was a true miracle. The Lord wiped the drugs from my system. The withdrawals stopped! He provided joy in the storm and my heart overflowed over restored health, thanks to His wonderful mercy.

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The first of June during my six month appointment with the rheumatologist, all my lab tests came back normal. Praise our wonderful Lord.

I’ve personalized the first sentence in the first chapter of The Purpose Driven Life, by Rick Warren—it’s not about me. Nothing touches us without being Father filtered. It’s encouraging knowing that He helps us cope to the end that His purposes are fulfilled, and understanding those purposes; the testing and strengthening of our faith, which brings deeper intimacy with Him.

Hang onto hope! These tents we inhabit will one day be replaced with immortal bodies—bodies without pain or disease—and God will wipe every tear from our eyes. If you’ve been blessed with good health, rejoice, because you never know if or when you’ll have to wear the shoes of suffering.

Lord, minister to those reading my testimony who are suffering. Come along side them and comfort them, and give them strength and endurance. I pray you work a miracle of healing in their bodies as you did in mine, to your glory. In Jesus name I pray, amen.

Love & Blessings ~ Danie Marie

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WHAT WILL IT TAKE?

2020-08-14T15:26:00.000-07:00

The day before the destruction of 911, during my quiet time with the Lord, because of the rise of evil I'd been witnessing within our nation, I asked, "How long will you withhold your hand of judgement from us?" Then it happened. The hammer came down. My heart was torn by the devastation and loss of life. I prayed our nation would humble themselves and turn away from sin, and turn back to God. For a few months people were more loving. More considerate.

Then everything went back to normal, just as it did with the Israelites after God's hand of judgement came upon them. We're stubborn, stiff-necked people, like they are. And once again, I'm feeling that same warning within my spirit that I felt before 911, but more intensely. The Lord is seeking to open our eyes by allowing—or even bringing—this pandemic. But instead of turning away from evil, our sinfulness continues to escalate. Just look at the destruction caused by Antifa. And besides the destruction of businesses, lives have been lost, and those who seek to protect us are being demonized.

The holy scriptures calls it lawlessness.

It's as though people are blatantly, balling up their fists in the face of Almighty God.

Our nation, founded upon Godly principles is straying farther and farther from the ways of God, to a self-severing mentality, idolatry and evil of all sorts. The killing of innocent baby's is abominable in His sight, and has become even more horrific since the ruling in some states, that parents of newborns, can decide if they want the child or not. And if not, their baby is murdered. Satan comes only to steal, kill and destroy, (John 10:10). That is exactly what we are witnessing. People, without realizing it, are pawns in the devils hands.

In l Corinthians 6:9-11, the word of God says. "Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the Kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor evil doers, nor swindlers will inherit the Kingdom of God."

I'm very, very concerned.

If people are blind to God's judgment now, what will it be like when further calamity comes upon us? First, He calls His own to repentance. ll Chronicles 7:13-14 says, "When I shut up the heavens so that there is no rain, or command the locusts to devour the land, or send pestilence among my people, if my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land, (emphasis mine)."

The absolute condition the Lord lays before us, "if" we humble ourselves, etc., "then" He will heal our land.

So I say to you brothers and sisters, "Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand," (Matthew 3:2).

Once our repentance is complete, I pray revival sweeps across our nation and throughout the world, with the power and fire of the Holy Spirit like never before, to the Glory of God. Amen!

Love & Blessings ~ Danie Marie

HOPE FOR VICTIMS

2020-08-03T17:45:00.002-07:00

Do you consider yourself to be a victim? Years ago, I lived within that dungeon of despair. No matter what causes us to become a casualty of sin against us, know this. We don't have to live our lives within that stigma. This might sound confusing to some, but we have a choice.

Living life as a victim is our downfall—not the fact that we suffered abuse.

Being stuck in the mode of victimhood is like dragging around a ball and chain. It's oppressive. It causes depression, which adds feelings of hopelessness to the situation. And on and on. When stuck in this mode, the vicious circle keeps us from finding freedom.

What is it we truly need freedom from? Pity. Yes, pity, and perhaps shame. Shame that we allowed such and such to happen. Shame that we did nothing to stop the abuse. Perhaps you feel you are still suffering from the abuse your forefathers suffered. Please here me. Unless your personal abuse is ongoing, whatever caused your suffering, it's in the past.

In that case, why are you still stuck? Is it fear? The only way out may be up to you. Take courage, and reach out, and get the help you need. Please, don't allow others to abuse you. Take charge of your life!

Living within the stigma of victimhood is like a heavy, dark cloak of despair. But that is not what Christ intended for any of us. He paid the price so that we could be free by putting our faith in Him. He came to give us Hope. He is the Hope of the world.

Abuse also causes anger. In Ephesians 4:26, 27 it says, "Be angry do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and do not give the devil an opportunity." Why should we get rid of our anger before going to sleep? I think you know the answer. Going to bed angry will most assuredly cause us to get up with anger lingering within our spirit. The apostle Paul knew what he was talking about.

Why give the devil an opening into our lives that would cause us to sin?

Romans 6:23 says, "For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord." His gift is free. Not only is it free, It's our choice to be free. We don't have to stay stuck in the mode of victimhood. Jesus said, "Come to me, all who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light (Matthew 11:28 – 30, ESV)."

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Cast all your burdens upon the Lord and find freedom. For the Lord never intended you to carry such a heavy load. Our purpose in life is not to live as victims—but as victors in Christ.

Lord, break the chains of victimhood in the precious name of Jesus. You had every reason to live as a victim, yet you lived and died victorious over sin and death, that we, too, might live. Thank you Lord, for setting the captives free, in your name, we pray. Amen.

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Love & Blessings ~ Danie Marie

LEFT BEHIND ~ THE DEADLY SILENCE

2020-07-27T12:51:00.001-07:00

LEFT BEHIND - THE DEADLY SILENCE

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By Danie Marie

Why didn’t you tell us the things that you knew?

Why didn’t you tell us that we could know too?

We might have refused, we might have rejected

To follow the truth you could have reflected.

But you chose to follow when you could have led,

You selfishly held onto what you could have fed.

You refused to see the signs that you knew

Of Christ soon return, then the trumpet…blew!

The lights in the world now gone from our sight,

All’s turned to darkness—the day into night.

We were left behind on that fateful day,

Why didn’t you tell us so that we could pray?

We might have chosen if you’d shown the way,

Why didn’t you tell us, we might have said yea!

Can you see us here on the other side?

Don’t turn away now, you cannot hide.

We’re oh so thirsty, our mouths…dry,

Our souls in anguish, can you hear our cry?

Oh, we’re lost forever, never to know

The wonder of being perfectly whole.

Why didn’t you tell us the things that you knew?

Why didn’t you tell us…that we could choose, too?

Romans 10:14-15

"How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, 'How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!'”

While I may have written this poem years ago, the message is just as poignant if not more, today.

Lord, open our eyes to those who are lost and in need of your saving grace. Help us love others unconditionally--to see them through your eyes, and to have compassion on them. Give us spiritual boldness to proclaim the Good News, that salvation comes from you alone. In Jesus name, amen.

I love you, friends!

Danie Marie

HOW TO FLY

2020-07-14T15:47:00.000-07:00

Welcome, friends. Come sit on my porch where a breeze is keeping the summer heat from being overwhelming. During my quiet time today, I read Isaiah 40:31. "Those who wait upon the Lord will renew their strength, they will mount up with wings like eagles." I've either read or heard this verse many times, but today, a newness awakened in my spirit.

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First, the word "wait" caught my attention. It implies patience. Now that's a word not many of us like. Patience is hard work.—Or is it?

I'm smiling, friend. Because, wait means a pause, or gap, an interval, or postponement. We wait to cross the street until a car passes, lest we pass from this earth. Therefore, we delay crossing the street until it's safe to cross. When it comes to creating a novel, I’m patient. It takes time, sometimes years, to create a work worthy of publishing. But in other areas of my life—I'm still learning the art of waiting. Waiting on the Lord.

The next word that caught my attention is "renew." Doesn't "renew" sound refreshing? It implies good actions. As in; renovating, refurbishing, repairing, restarting, repeating, reconditioning, and here's the one I really like—restoring, as in returning, etc. The Lord restores my soul.

Strength denotes power. Force. Might. Potency. Muscle. Vigor.

What comes next is most exciting. Once our strength is renewed, we will mount up with wings like eagles. Mount up has wonderful implications; gather, increase, collect, build up, disperse, grow, swell, escalate, multiply, intensify, rise, etc. I love the Lord giving us the example of an eagle mounting up.

Last year when my husband and I were driving from South Lake Tahoe into Carson City, coming down the long grade, I spotted three Bald Eagles in flight. What a majestic sight. They have a wing span of 6 – 8 ft. Incredible! In God's sight, we too, have an incredible capacity in the strength of the Holy Spirit, to soar above our trials. To flee temptations.

Eagles also have keen eyesight. Four to eight times stronger than that of the average human (Wikipedia). Those who are filled with the Holy Spirit and are in tune with God's will, have supernatural vision. We have an ability to discern Truth (God's Word), from the enemies lies. Opportunities to witness become clear. Direction in a job search, or purchasing a home, etc.

Discerning the Word of God with the Holy Spirit's leading empowers us to accomplish great things for His glory.

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He is the wind beneath our wings.

Lord, renew our strength as we wait upon you. As we lift our eyes to heaven may we see you as high and lifted up, as our King of Kings and Lord of Lord's. Encourage us today, with the knowledge that you are coming again. We thank you, Lord, for keeping your promises, and help us to soar through life's trials. In Jesus name. Amen.

May the Lord richly bless you ~ Danie Marie

CHOICES...

2020-07-07T11:47:00.001-07:00

Dear friends, what with Covid-19 interrupting much of our lives, we could easily get discouraged. Some have succumbed to depression and committed suicide. It's heartbreaking. Many have lost their livelihood. Others are working from home, and with schools closed, trying to work can be especially difficult with kiddos running around. Add to that, all the violence.

Honestly, watching news coverage of riots, looting, destruction of people's businesses, violence against others, and especially against our police officers, is truly disheartening. At least 98 percent of law enforcement are good people who give their lives to help and serve others, each and every day—putting their lives on the line. Their families not knowing if their loved one will come home from doing their duty. Yet a spirit of hate has over taken many because of the murder of George Floyd, by a couple of bad apples.

And the outcry has gone too far.

Desecrating public property, monuments that depict our history, the good and the bad, is wrong. Our nation was founded on Godly principles, yet a spirit of godlessness looks to be in control. Until I recently realized, that which I see is not the same as what I believe. That God is still on His throne. This is where choice comes in—choosing to believe truth rather than lies.

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Whether it looks like it or not, God is still in control. He has a plan. And you can be part of it. Let's not allow the clamor of evil blind us from seeing truth—from focusing our hearts and minds on that which is good. So how do we keep from being swept into feelings of hopelessness?

Turn off the T.V. Turn off the radio. Stop what you're doing, and pray. Open the Word of God. Ask the Lord to fill you with His Holy Spirit and speak to you through His Word.

If you're a born again Christian, perhaps you need this reminder. Read about the temple of the Living God: 2 Cor. 6:14-18. Many in the body of Christ are praying for revival. But it begins with the house of God.

"The same God wants us in the action now. The people we read about in the Bible are our older brothers and their stories can help teach and guide our stories. But they've already finished playing their game. The saints of the past can't fulfill God's plans now—only we can. So get in uniform and strap on that helmet. Now, is our time to take the field. Get off the bench—and get into the game, (Jonathan Cahn)." Read Ephes. 6:10-18 on spiritual warfare.

Choose to be a victor rather than a victim. Choose to stand strong against the tide of lawlessness. Choose holiness and be holy as He is Holy. Look for opportunities to shine for Him, and speak truth boldly, in love.

l John 4:7-9, "Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love. In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him."

Lord Jesus, I proclaim courage over my brothers and sisters, that we act honorably in our calling. I decree spiritual boldness over your children. Open our eyes to the new works that you are beginning to do in and through us. May we see your hand. May we enter into your plan, to the glory of God, that others might come to know you as Lord and Savior, before that great and awesome day of the Lord. In Jesus name, amen.

I'm praying for you ~ Danie Marie

LET'S TALK ABOUT ANGELS ~ Part ll

2020-06-29T14:52:00.001-07:00

Grab your favorite cup of Joe or tea and let's dig into the subject of angels once again. In Part 1, I talked about the misuse of angels on TV, in movies, and by people. Before I delve into our subject today, know that there is much more information than possible to go into here. But I'll do my best to give you an overview of sorts. First, angels are heavenly (spiritual) beings created by God.

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But not all angels are holy.

Satan was perfect, but pride became his undoing. Thinking he could be like God, he was cast out of heaven (Is. 12:14-15, Jude 6). Jesus saw Satan fall like lightening from heaven, (Luke 10:18). Satan and angelic beings who followed him are fallen angels. They make war on the saints (Rev. 12:7-17), are imprisoned (ll Peter 2:4), and everlasting fire is prepared for them (Matt. 25:41). He and his minions (demons) are the enemies of God and mankind.

Satan, also called the devil, is the chief opponent of God. Scripture says of the devil and his followers, "You are of your father the devil, and your will is to do your father's desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, and does not stand in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks out of his own character, for he is a liar and the father of lies," (emphasis mine, John 8:44). Satan is also called a thief. John 10:10 says, "The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly."

God's holy angels ministry toward nonbelievers; a destruction, (Gen. 19:13), a curse (Judg. 5:23), a pestilence (ll Sam. 24:15-17), sudden death (Acts 12:23), persecution (Ps. 35:5, 6). Yes, God in His sovereignty, punishes evil. Hell is prepared for the devil and his angels (demons), and those who reject God's Son, Jesus Christ (John 3:16-21).

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Friend, Hebrews 1:14, speaking of angels as ministering spirits, says, they are sent out to serve for the sake of those who are to inherit salvation through Jesus Christ. Angels are His messengers, and they work to; guide (Gen. 24:7, 40), provide for (1 Kings 19:5-8), protect (Ps. 34:7), deliver (Dan. 6:22, Acts 12:7-10), gather (Matt. 24:31), direct activities (Acts 8:26), comfort (Acts 27:23, 24). David, wrote this psalm. "Bless the Lord, O you his angels, you mighty ones who do his word, obeying the voice of his word! Bless the Lord, all his hosts, his ministers who do his will! (Psalm 103:20-21).

If you've been taught that Jesus was Satan's brother, you won't find such teaching in the Holy Scriptures. It's a lie from the pit of hell—a belief taught by demons, who seek to deceive. Jesus is God's One and only Son. We are told to test the spirits—to see if they are from God. If teaching comes to us that is different from what scripture teaches, we are to reject it. There are many anti-Christs in the world, but one is coming who will do signs and wonders to deceive many.

He is the one who will make a 6 ½ year peace treaty with Israel. Half way through he will break the treaty. He will seek to be worshipped. Please, understand this warning I am giving you. Do not take his mark on your hand or your forehead (Rev. 13:17). I love you and pray that you will come to love and honor the Lord Jesus Christ, who gave His life for you.

Father, open the eyes of the blind that they would see the love you have for them. That they would know you. That they would worship you. For you alone are Almighty God. You alone are worthy of praise. May you be magnified, oh, Lord. I praise you!

In Jesus name. Amen.

Blessings ~ Danie Marie

LET'S TALK ABOUT ANGELS ~ Part 1

2020-06-22T16:49:00.001-07:00

Welcome, friends. Did you know the subject of angels is widely abused? Over the years we've had TV shows like Touched by an Angel which ran from 1994 - 2003, a program I admittedly, enjoyed. And how could I forget Highway to Heaven (1984 – 1989). A more recent show aired called The Good Place. Angels are also the subject in movies, as in Fallen (2017).

I've heard it said in real life, on TV, or in movies, so and so "got their wings." Hmm. Where does this idea come from? Is it simply to make someone feel good about losing a loved one or accomplishing a good deed? I've also heard a parent tell their child after one parent died, Daddy/Mommy's an angel, now.

Several years ago a friend stopped by for a visit. She told me she couldn't remember the road to my house—and said that she was forgetting things. I highly encouraged her to see a doctor. They found she had an inoperable brain tumor. I journeyed with her through that difficult trial until the Lord took her home.

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Shortly after she passed, a friend stopped me in the foyer of our church, and said, "You were such a blessing to Debbie (name changed). I just know she's going to be watching over you. She's your guardian angel, now." What? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Incredulous, I shook my head, letting her know I didn't agree with her.

"You watch," she said. "You'll see." Unfortunately, I've not had a chance to ask why she believes this teaching. I ask anyone who believe this, to show me in the Bible where it teaches when we die, we become an angel. Trust me. You won't find it, because it isn't there. Knowing that my Lord and Savior watches over me is more than enough. The Holy Scripture teach us that which is true about angels.

"Daniel is the first biblical figure to refer to individual angels by name, mentioning Gabriel (God's primary messenger) in Daniel 9:21 and Michael (the holy fighter) in Daniel 10:13…. In Genesis 18 – 19, angels not only acted as the executors of God's wrath against the cities of the plain, but they delivered Lot from danger; in Exodus 32:34, God said to Moses; 'My angel shall go before thee.'" (https://en.m.wiwipedia.org).

In reference to guardian angels, Hebrews 1:14 says, "Are they not all ministering spirits, sent to minister for them, who shall receive the inheritance of salvation?" In other words, they minister to those who are saved. For more information, look up "angels" in a Strong's Exhaustive Concordance of the Bible.

Instead of giving false information about angels, let's speak the Truth in love—God wants our focus to be on Him, not on beings created by Him.

Lord, I ask that you deliver us from anything that is not of you and that doesn't bring you glory. In Jesus name, amen.

May God Richly Bless You ~ Danie Marie

EXPLODE THE BOX!

2020-06-10T16:44:00.003-07:00

It's a beautiful, warm day here, so grab a cup of your favorite brew and sit on my veranda a spell while I share my thoughts with you. Years ago at a conference I attended, the speaker said, "If you try to put God in a box, he'll explode the box!" I haven't found a better way to describe the greatness of God. He is beyond understanding. And yet, he has made Himself known through his one and only Son, Jesus, the Christ (Messiah).

Seven hundred and forty years before Messiah was born, Isaiah gave this prophesy. "Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign. Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel." Immanuel means, God is with us (Mt. 1:23). God humbled Himself and became a man.

In John 1:1, it says, "ln the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God," which echoes the phrase in Genesis 1:1. The Greek for Word is Logos. In The New Strong's Exhaustive Concordance of the Bible, in John 1:1, Word signifies Divine Expression (i.e. Christ). He came in the flesh to live among us. He came to show us the love of God. He came to have a relationship with us, and to endure the same temptations we do, yet without sin.

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Yes, He was innocent.

He is called the Lamb of God—a picture of the Jewish sacrificial lamb as described in the Old Testament. Sin cannot be atoned for except through the shedding of blood.

Jesus was reviled, beaten, spat upon, and after suffering 39 lashes, his flesh torn, Christ could not even be recognized as a man! He suffered humiliation when the soldiers stripped Him of His clothing, and then cast lots for them, which was also prophesied. A crown of thorns they placed upon His head. They pierced His hands and his feet when they nailed Him to a rugged, splintery cross, where He shed his blood, suffered and died….

Why? Because of his love, mercy, grace and forgiveness, which he showered on us so that we could be saved from our sins. "For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast," (Eph. 2:8, 9, ESV). Each and every one of us deserves to die for our sins, but Jesus took our place. Don't let his sacrifice for your sins go to waste.

Right now. Right where you are, you, too, can receive him as your Savior and Lord. If that is your heart's desire, pray this simple prayer: Lord Jesus, I ask that you forgive my sins. Help me live for you and bring glory to your name. Teach me your ways and help me grow as a Christian. I ask this in Jesus name. Amen.

Dear friend, if you prayed this prayer, you are now a child of God, what the bible calls "born again." Jesus loves you like crazy! Find a Godly church where you can grow in your new-found faith, and read his Word. Start with the book of John, then read the book of Romans. I can't wait to meet you in heaven!

Lord, I ask that you minister to my brothers and sisters. Fill them with your Holy Spirit that they would shine for you. Especially during these troubling days when evil is running rampant. Help us remember that you are still on your throne, and that one day soon, you will come again. In Jesus name, amen.

Blessings ~ Danie Marie (If you feel led, feel free to share my blog: daniemariesmusings.blogspot.com, and I'd love it if you'd leave a comment).

TWISTED

2020-06-01T18:51:00.001-07:00

Okay, friends. I'm sorry, but this will not be a fun tea-time. Why? I'm angry. Of all the things to happen during the pandemic. Upon George Floyd's arrest for a crime he allegedly committed, Satan then worked through one bad police officer which resulted in Floyd's death, and the minions of hell were let loose to commit crime after crime, upon the businesses of innocent businessmen and women.

How on earth does this bring honor to George Floyd? The answer is…it doesn't! Rioting, rising up in revolt, rampaging, and running amok is pure evil. It accomplishes nothing. It shows the hatred of those who are willing to take money to create havoc in streets that most likely aren't their own.

Neighborhoods they neither live in nor care about. And what of the looting and burning of buildings, including a famous church in D.C.? What of all the graffiti?

Those who do these things are acting like spoiled, undisciplined, violent children. "To the pure, all things are pure, but to the defiled [degraded, corrupted, besmirched] and unbelieving, nothing is pure; but both their minds and their consciences are defiled. Titus 1:15 ~ ESV."

If you happen to be one who has taken part in these actions, may God Almighty forgive you. Because one day He will have vengeance on those who reject His Son, Jesus Christ—those who are anti-Christ. His will is that we love one another and that we love our enemies, "But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you," Matt. 5:44. If you need to protest, do it in a lawful manner. Not blocking streets, burning cars and tearing down what others have built up. Not ruining businesses.

Dear people, come to your senses! Not all police officers are bad. They are here to help us. Repent of your sins. I wonder, how much longer Lord, you will tarry before you bring judgement upon our land. Friends, is the pandemic not enough of a wake up call? Are the swarms of locusts not enough? Earthquakes in diverse places, changes in weather patterns?

HAND WRINGERS

2020-05-29T14:04:00.016-07:00

I've been absent for a long while, surgeries, and health issues and such, plus working on writing and editing my novels. But I've missed not sitting alongside you and chatting over a cup of tea in my parlor. It's never too late to start anew, so find a comfy spot, and let me share with you something that's been bothering me. "Worry"—Wait! It just hit me. I'm bothered by worry! LOL Perhaps it would be better said that I find worriers bothersome.

Do you know any worrywarts? If you've ever had a wart or seen a wart on someone, they aren't very becoming. Worriers aren't becoming either. In fact, when someone tells me they're worried about me, I want to shout, "Stop! Please.

"Don't worry on my account. I don't want any part of your worry." For what good comes from worrying? Nothing. It's a waste of precious time.

Philippians 4:6 admonishes us, "…do not be anxious about anything." The word "anything" covers a broad range, doesn't it, and it seems impossible not to worry or be filled with anxiety. In the flesh it is impossible. But with God, all things are possible (Phil. 4:13). Wouldn't you prefer a person offer to pray for you? "The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working. James 5:16b."

Circumstances slip in and try to make us worry--if we let them. But heed these words, "…casting all your cares on Him, because he cares for you, 1 Peter 5:7, ESV." In the study section of my bible, it says, "Worry is a form of pride," and there's something I've noticed about those who verbalize their worry. Where is their focus? I'll give you a clue. It has to do with the first word that comes out of their mouth.—"I…" or "I'm…" I hadn't thought of it until now, but worry is a selfish act/action.

Haven't we all been there? A couple Sundays ago, I watched three church services on T.V. All three taught about the negative aspects of worry. Pastor Adrian Rogers said, "Worry is actually atheistic." Why? Worry and anxiety are in opposition to faith and trust. Webs of worry can also lead to fear, and the Lord admonishes us not to be afraid.

Jonathan Cahn in his Sapphires devotional said, "Let go of things, issues, the flesh, and the world. Live, walk, and think by the Spirit and you won't be burdened or filled with anxiety anymore." It's a choice. Let's choose prayer over worry and experience the difference it can make in our lives, and in the lives of others.

Thanks for joining me today, I'd love to hear from you. If you have a subject you'd like me to talk about, please let me know. I'll do my best, and with God's help we'll learn together.

Lord, bless my friend today. Enfold them in your peace that passes understanding. Be their comfort. Help them look past their troubles, and encourage them by your Holy Word. May they know you as the God who sees, and understands. If they're bound by worry, I ask that you break that yoke of sin, that they would be free from bondage. In Jesus name, amen.

Blessings ~ Danie Marie

A Watchman on the Wall ~ Part 1

2014-11-12T18:07:00.000-08:00

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While the term sounds rather archaic the biblical application is still valid today. Who or what is a watchman? Isaiah 21:6, gives us insight into the who and what they are.

"For thus, the Lord said to me:

'Go, set a watchman;

let him announce what he sees.

when he sees riders, horsemen in pairs,

riders on donkeys, riders on camels,

let him listen diligently, very diligently."

A watchman was constantly on the alert, faithfully reporting whatever he saw or heard. Ezekiel 3:24, says, "And at the end of seven days, the word of the Lord came to me: 'Son of man, I have made you a watchman for the house of Israel. Whenever you hear a word from my mouth, you shall give them warning from me.'"

Ezekiel was called to be a watchman over the house of Israel. Why? To warn the Israelites of impending danger or judgment. To give the people the word of the Lord, so that they would turn from their wickedness and be saved. If he did not give them God's warning as instructed, his own life would be in danger as well.

Throughout history there have been wise and unwise watchmen—those who listen to the warnings and those who don't.

How does this apply to us today? Hebrew 13:17 tells us to obey our leaders and submit to them, for they are keeping watch over our souls, as those who will have to give an account. And to let them do this with joy and not with groaning, which would not be advantage for us.

"Watch therefore, for you know neither the day nor the hour," Matthew 25:13. This passage follows Jesus parable of the ten virgins. They were to be ready when the Bridegroom returned. Five of the virgins were foolish, unprepared. Five were wise and had made preparations, and were looking for His return. Christians are the bride of Christ, and many of us believe His return is emenint.

End time Prophecies are unfolding before our eyes. Anti-Semitism is on the rise worldwide. Jewish people are returning to Jerusalem in droves from the four corners of the earth, which must take place before Jesus comes again. Jews and Christians alike are hated because of Jesus, and are being persecuted because they belong to Him; beheadings, torture, all because Christians will not deny Jesus and turn to Islam. The increase of knowledge, earthquakes in diverse places, famines, pestilence, etc., are signs of His soon return (see Matthew 24). Hallelujah!

Are you paying attention to the signs? Are you watching? Or will you be caught unaware like the unwise virgins who were unable to enter His kingdom because they didn't take time to prepare?

In the last days, scripture also says there will be scoffers…

Lord Jesus, open our eyes to the signs foretold in your word that we would be ready—a bride prepared for her bridegroom. Help us stand strong when the winds of change threaten to topple us, and to remember that You are our strength when we are weak. May we finish the race set before us and enter Your gates with praise. Amen.

I've chosen to be a watchman--will you join me?

Have a Blessed Day!

I'm praying for you,

Danie Marie

P.S. If you need prayer or would like to know how to be saved, please contact me. I'd be more than happy to provide direction for your journey.

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Arrayed in White

2014-10-06T15:27:00.000-07:00

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Why, I used to wonder, would God clothe all of His children in pure white, linen robes. To be honest, I thought it sounded kind of boring. I'm sure God laughed at my ignorance. I mean, after all, He had it all planned out since the beginning. Who was I to say what color he chose … or lack thereof. And yet, look at the beauty of a simple white dandelion.

Many years later, it came to me. His plan. All you have to do is look outside to see God's love of color. Surely, the colors in heaven are beyond what we experience here on earth. Before the movie Heaven is for Real came out, Colton, now sixteen, whom the movie is about, said as much in an interview on Hannity (Fox News Channel).

As a little boy Colton told his father that God has a rainbow horse. I wondered at that. Scripture plainly says that God will ride a white horse. Besides, a rainbow horse sounds rather fairytalish, doesn't it? A rainbow horse. Hmmm. What on earth would make a white horse take on the colors of the rainbow in a child's eyes? Can you picture it? Have you figured it out?

God tells us in Revelation 21:18-21. "The wall was built of jasper, while the city was pure gold, like clear glass. The foundations of the wall of the city were adorned and with every kind of jewel. The first was jasper, the second sapphire, the third agate, the fourth emerald, the fifth onyx, the sixth carnelian, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beyrl, the ninth topaz, the tenth crysoprase, the eleventh jacinth, the twelfth amethyst. And the twelve gates were twelve pearls, each of the gates made of a single pearl, and the street of the city was pure gold, like transparent glass."

Now, imagine the glory of God illuminating the entire city and reflecting off the jewels and gold like a giant prism. Wow! I don't know about you, but I get goosies thinking about it.

Our robes will reflect the glory of God forever. They won't wear out. And they'll always be clean and white … or rather, radiant with color! Isn't that awesome? God is in the details. He hasn't left anything out. He plans to bless our socks off!

Come quickly, Lord Jesus!

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Father, open our eyes to all you have planned for us, as we wait expectantly for your return. And for those things you've kept secret until we're with you, we thank you in advance for providing such awesome secret surprises—for thinking of ways to bless us. In Jesus name, amen.

God Bless You,

Danie

Is God's Wrath Upon Us?

2014-09-09T01:24:00.000-07:00

A quick word before I begin. While this is a long post, I feel it's highly important, and it's my prayer that you'll take time to read it. Please leave your comments below. I love hearing from my readers!

iStock Photo ~ Senden the Clouds by Elephante

On September 9, 2001, I was sitting in our home office reading headlines on the computer screen, grieved by the blaring sins of our nation. "Lord," I asked, " how long will you tarry with us?" In that moment, I felt a deep need to write an article in hopes of helping American's see their need to turn from evil before God's judgment fell upon our land.

Two days later, the morning of September 11, 2001, my husband walked out of the bedroom after kissing me goodbye before heading off to work, and the phone rang. I picked up the receiver to the frantic voice of a woman from my home Bible study group. "A jetliner flew into one of the twin towers in New York City. What's happening!"

"What?" I said, still not fully awake.

"It looks like another plane is headed towards the other tower! Hurry, turn on your TV."

I jumped out of bed and ran into the family room and did as she said. As the screen came to life, hands to my mouth, I stared in horror at the inferno. Smoke billowed into the heavens from the tower as if from a giant volcano. Debris. Papers. Ashes. Soot, fell from the sky, overtaking people on the street below, chasing others like a huge grey monster. People were crying and screaming, running, glancing back in disbelief.

I stood in shock, weeping. Was our entire nation under attack? It was too soon to know. What I did know was that I didn't want my husband to go to work and leave me alone. I ran out to the garage and yelled, "We're under attack! They hit New York!"

As he watched the horrors unfold, he made up his mind that the enemy wasn't going to keep him from his job. "If I stay home, they've won!"

Heart racing and filled with fear, I pleaded with him to stay home with me.

"If everyone stays home, think what that will do to our economy." I knew he was right, but it didn't alleviate my fears. I trusted God, but never had I experienced such tragedy.

Remembering the article I had planned to write only two days before, hit me. The sin of our nation has caught up to us. This is God's judgment. It shook me to the core.

Some, even Christians, with disdain tinged words have said, "A loving God wouldn't do/allow that!"

Really?

Before I share why I believe the Lord allowed terrorists to strike our nation, in which I also hope to enlighten those who say, "If God is so loving, why did/does He allow evil to happen?", let me say this. For millennia people have blamed God for every bad/sad incident under the sun. Yet it is God who loves us, and he is long-suffering. I ask you to place blame where it belongs … on the enemy of our souls.

"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly," John 10:10 (all scriptures taken from the ESV).

Now, on to why I believe God's wrath fell upon the US. Proverbs 14: 34 tells us, "Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people." God's wrath has always been against those who do evil. We see this throughout history; Egypt's destruction – Exodus 15:4, 7, The great plague – numbers 11:33, Israel's wanderings – Numbers 32:10-13, Withholding of rain – Deuteronomy 11:17, Trouble – Psalm 90:7, Man's death – Psalm 90:9.

And his coming wrath … Jerusalem's destruction – Luke 21:23, 24 and Punishments of hell – Revelation 14:10, Final judgments – Revelation 19:15, Israel's captivity – ll Chronicles 36:16 (Strong's Concordance on Wrath of God – C).

After 9/11, people flocked to churches, were kinder to one another, were more patient with their fellow man, but within a couple of months, most fell back into their old patterns. Since then, our nation has been on a freefall further into sin. Persecution and hatred for Christians is on the rise. People want God removed from our money. Prayer has been removed largely from sporting events, graduations, etc.

Romans 2:4-5, encourages us not to presume on the riches of God's kindness and forbearance and patience, and to understand that his kindness is meant to lead us to repentance. It also speaks of his final judgment on those unapologetic for their sins, those whose hearts are hardened. God hates sin, and America is on a slippery slide.

Headlines from US news reports demonstrate the lifting of his hand of blessing from our nation: "Stifling, Long-Lasting Heat to Grip South Through Late-August", "New Round of Rain May Delay Travel, Trigger Flooding in the Midwest", "Flooding Risk Expands into Mid-Atlantic, South", "Severe Storms Affect Kansas City, Chicago Midweek", "Norbert's Flooding Strands, Arizona Commuters", and on and on.

I never wrote that article after 9/11, but lately I've been wondering how long the Lord will tarry with us before tragedy strikes America again? This time I'm sounding the alarm. Especially with people fearing an attack by ISIS on American soil. I'm praying that I'll handle an attack differently next time and not panic.

"The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous man runs into it and is safe," Proverbs 18:10.

What about you?

This blog isn't meant to be a fear tactic but will hopefully open your eyes to truth.

Lord, forgive us our sins and the sins of our nation. Open our eyes to truth. Your truth, that we would turn from our evil ways and turn back to you while we can. We ask this in the precious name of Jesus. Amen.

Blessings, Beloved,

Danie Marie

PS I'm praying for you…

Why I Decided to Give My Book Away for FREE

2014-08-07T13:41:00.000-07:00

Hi Friends!

This is a new endeavor for me. Want to help? In exchange for a FREE edition of KELLEN'S HOPE, I'd like your honest review on Amazon. Starting today, 8/7/14, it will be available for free, for three weeks through Story Cartel, and at the end of four weeks, a winner will be chosen to receive a gift. That winner could be you!

Story Cartel is a site that promotes writers, and asks their readers to do exactly what I already stated.

Download the book.

Read it, and write an honest review on Amazon.

This makes it easy for everyone. Best of all, I'm hoping to make lifelong friends with my readers. Nothing could be better than that. Developing a lasting relationship with my readers is an important aspect of my writing. I want you to know my heart for you, and I want to get to know you. You'll be able to learn a lot about me from my writing, because, as in all books, author's leave a bit of themselves in their stories, and there's a message of hope that I want to impart to my readers.

Most important of all, I hope to bless you, as you bless me when you choose to read what I've worked so hard to create. Your reviews make all the difference.

You can find KELLEN'S HOPE here: http://storycartel.com/dashboard?awt_l=7fiQQ&awt_m=3xig1iV1R4YQU5r

Thanks so much for your participation, and God Bless You!

Danie Marie

It Matters Where You Stand

2014-06-26T12:48:00.000-07:00

During my quiet time today, I was reading Matthew 7:13-29. The passage stresses the point of building upon a solid foundation. It got me to thinking about man-made islands such as Dubai, a place I wouldn't mind vacationing. How about you? But, what if a huge storm hit the island—a tsunami, torrential rains, or an earthquake? What would be left of this multibillion-dollar project?

I imagine, little if anything.

So many winters we see the destruction of homes built on sand along coastal regions. Storms come and waves beat upon the shore and they're washed out to sea or remnants lay scattered across the shore.

Thus, Jesus provided a powerful metaphor for our lives.

God has given us all the tools we need if we'll but follow His leading. Once we accept that His way is perfect, the Carpenter diligently watches over us and assists to build us up in Him. He is there to guide and assist us all along the way. He gives us His Spirit as a powerful reinforcement to strengthen us.

The strains of an old hymn I learned as a child are wafting through my mind as I write this.

The Solid Rock

Edward Mote c.1834

"My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

Refrain:
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, His covenant, His blood
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found;
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

No matter who we are or where we live, we'll be battered by the storms of life. In those dark times we feel like we're going under, but in the end, if our foundation is built on Christ the Solid Rock, we will stand.

What foundation are you standing on today?

"Everyone then who hears these words of mine, and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the wind blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock," Matthew 7:24-25.

If you need to talk, I'm here.

Blessings,

Danie Marie

Preview of Where Darkness Dwells

2014-04-03T16:23:00.001-07:00

Hi Friends,

Sorry I've been absent the last few months, but I'm working on rewrites for my next novel. Just so you know I've not been idle, here's the fisrt chapter to wet your appetite for Where Darkness Dwells. A little about it first, would help. This novel, like my debut novel Kellen's Hope, is romance, but this one is on the line of fantasy. Not your space cadet fantasy, but the likes of Frank Peretti's This Present Darkness. You know, the spiritual warfare among angels and demons type of fantasy, which could be real, if you think about it. I hope you like it. :)

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Chapter One

Morgue hovered in a corner of the ceiling looking down on Markus, a lopsided smile spread across his flat face. The mortal, Markus, was only ten when Morgue received his assignment to wreak havoc in Markus' life, and it looked like his plans were finally coming to fruition.

Markus Morrow scanned the cryptic email a third time. Why would someone send an anonymous message like this? Why the mystery? And who in Halliwell knows I want to be a writer?

"Hey, Kat," Markus yelled. She was cleaning up after dinner. It being his last home-cooked meal for several days, she’d fixed one of his all-time favorites, Chicken Cacciatore. If everything worked out as planned, he'd find property to invest some of his inheritance, and where better than Halliwell? Eighteen long years had passed since he’d been back to their childhood home. Too long in his estimation.

If not for Kat, he never would have left. She once said, "Darkness dwells there." Her words exactly, but for him, it would always be home.

"Yeah?" Kat called.

"Come ‘ere. You’ve got to see this."

She stood beside him, wiping her hands on a blue and white checkered dish towel.

"Look at this," he said pointing at the message.

Kat leaned over him and read out loud. "Something strange is going on in Halliwell. You might want to check it out, get ideas for a novel." Her brows pinched. Straightening she looked at him. "Why send it anonymously?"

"Weird huh? While I’m there, guess I’ll see what’s up … if anything."

Plenty was up, and soon Markus would see. Morgue shot through the air toward Halliwell to await Markus' arrival.

"Odd it’d come the day before you leave," Kat said.

"Yeah, that’s what I was thinking."

"Well, you do love adventure and anything Stephen Kingish." She ran a finger up the back of his neck."

Markus gave a crooked smile.

"Maybe you’ll dig up ideas for that novel you’ve always wanted to write. You can’t say you don’t have time now. Just remember, I’m not into things that go bump in the night." She pulled her fingers through his hair, kissed the top of his head, and headed back to the kitchen.

He leaned back in his office chair and intertwined his fingers behind his head. Who sent this crazy email? Do they have ESP or what? There’s no way they could possibly know I’m going to Halliwell tomorrow.

Markus smiled. Whacky Mackey?

Back in high school that's what most kids called her. But not him. The only thing he didn’t like about her English class—the razzing he got from his peers for being teacher’s pet. But she had seen his writing potential and encouraged him. Although he had to admit, the woman did have her quirks. And as far as he knew, she was the only one in his hometown who knew that he wanted to be a writer.

But that was years ago and he didn’t even know if she was still alive.

Just before noon the following day a ray of sunlight burned a hole through the salty mist, spotlighting Markus and Kat. In all these years, never had there been a reason for them to be apart. He threw his small bag across the seat of his red Toyota truck, pulled her to him and gave her a lingering kiss goodbye. He hopped in and rolled down his window. "Look who’s spying on us."

Kat glanced over her shoulder and shook her head. "Poor man. Doesn’t know what to do since his wife died. Just sits there on his porch all day."

"Yeah, and watches the grass grow. Or should I say weeds."

She leaned in and gave him one last peck on the cheek.

"Love you," they said in unison.

Markus backed down the driveway, waved at Kat and then at their elderly neighbor sitting in a ratty lawn chair. The man stared at them from the shaded alcove of his porch like a lump of coal in a cold stove. Aw, I shouldn’t be so hard on the guy. If I lost Kat, I’d be in a similar state. Maybe I should offer to mow for him when I get back.

He took one last look at his own small patch of grass. It took him less than an hour to edge and mow both the front and back each week. The protruding roots of their Liquid Amber tree were sucking more and more life from their front yard. He figured if they stayed in this neighborhood it would suck the life right out of him.

He needed a change of place.

As he made his way to the San Diego airport the thought of revisiting their hometown and the possible prospect of adventure made his heart pump in eager anticipation, but he was already missing Kat with her raven black hair and green eyes. Fortunately, she was joining him in a few days.

She could have had anyone she wanted but by his good fortune she’d chosen him. Kat told him long ago she’d married him for his long wavy hair, which he knew wasn’t true. Thankfully, since it was beginning to thin. He'd cut it years ago to a more reasonable length. Being a realtor, he wanted to look the part.

As the plane made its descent toward the Fleming International Airport, Markus peered out the window at the new high-rises that had erupted downtown. He frowned at the changes and at the dirty sky. It was starting to look more like L.A. The plane landed at 4:30, right on schedule.

The place was busier than he remembered.

He held his hand over his left ear to muffle the noise and called to let Kat know he landed safely.

An hour after leaving the airport Markus spotted the familiar sign, Welcome to Historic Halliwell. A smile spread across his face. He felt giddy like a kid entering a theme park.

Morgue, anticipating Markus' return, saw him drive into town and flew toward the rental car. He sat on the roof and clung to the top edges of the doors.

Exiting onto Main Street, Markus looked at the familiar and not so familiar landmarks to reacquaint himself with the town. A Shell gas station was still rooted on the left corner, across the street on the right, Pauline’s Pantry. Mel’s Original was a newbie to the neighborhood. Up the street he saw the four-story Carriage House Hotel where he’d be staying—passed the bank where his mom had worked, furniture and book stores, galleries, antique stores, small clothiers, and locally owned restaurants. Some housed in buildings dating back to the gold rush. Everything looked the same. He gave a sigh of relief.

I love this town.

While everything felt familiar, an uncomfortable tightness griped his chest. Years had gone by. Both happy and sad memories lingered.

He circled back down the highway and turned right onto Oak Street where he had lived nearly half his young years with Gram. Her house had taken root just one block west of town nearly a hundred years ago and didn’t seem to mind one bit the cutesy Bed and Breakfast sign now planted out front. A short wrought iron fence faithfully graced her borders. I’d love to have seen children playing in Gram’s old yard—especially mine and Kat’s.

But it wasn’t meant to be.

A botched abortion had screwed up her insides and she nearly died. She was only sixteen at the time. If her dad hadn’t walked out on her and her mom that summer, she told him she never would have been with the guy who got her pregnant.

But she never told him who the scumbag was.

He gazed at Gram’s old house and imagined he could still hear that creaky board on the second stair and those in the upstairs hallway by his old room. Had anyone ever nailed them down? Gram woke him every night when she stopped by his door to check on him before heading off to bed. Strange how a creak made him feel safe. He smiled at the memory. He missed Gram—wondered if she would have lived longer if he hadn’t moved away so soon after eloping with Kat.

Continuing up Oak Street, he headed toward the first home he’d known as a boy. His heart started to gallop like a racehorse. Seeing Markus discomfort, Morgue chortled. Turning right onto Garden Street, Markus took a deep shuddering breath and slowed to a stop in front of the old clapboard house.

Why, God? What did they do? They didn’t deserve to die so young… What did I do? I was only ten! The joy he had on returning to Halliwell soured like an early grape. He clenched his teeth, blinking several times to stop the wave of emotions threatening to undo him, and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.

     He shook his head and struggled to refocus.
     White. The house had a fresh coat of sugary white paint. Had it ever been painted any other color? He helped his dad paint it just six months before that drunken kid broadsided his parents. Thankfully they didn’t feel any pain. At least that’s what the policeman said. All those layers of paint couldn’t change what happened.
     Markus shook his head again and tried to remember happier times.
     Memories came in waves, sounds of children playing—the laughter of boys on snow days when they should have been in school, and summer break. "It’s your turn Markus," Cory’s lispy voice rang out. "Count to fifty!" Before his eyes closed,
     Cory headed toward his hiding place, a dead give-a-way, somewhere out back. Doug always waited for him to sit on the cool cement porch and start counting before stealthily sneaking away.
     "Fifty," Markus yelled. Easy to find, he hunted for Cory first. He found him behind a trash can, one of the usual three places he hid. The boy didn’t have much imagination. And why he picked one of the stinkiest places to hide... When they raced back out front, Doug sat on the porch, safe, again.
     Markus prayed the good memories would linger. Pray? He couldn’t remember praying since that horrific day his parents died. Nor had he been back to church. He drew in a deep cleansing breath, headed back to the highway, and exited on Broadway to see what he could find in the way of fast food. He stopped at a cheesy burger joint, wolfed down a burger, extra onion, no cheese, with a side of fries, then drove to the Carriage House Hotel and parked at the back of the building.
     "Finally," Morgue said. He stood on the hood of the car and took flight to join the band of demons gathered in an old Gold Mine.

I'd love your thoughts and comments on this!

Have a Blessed Day,
Danie

Unforgettable

2014-01-15T17:03:00.002-08:00

The day started out fine. I drove to a craft store to find just the right yarn to make a slouch beanie for myself in a lighter weight than I'd used for the one I made for my daughter-in-love for Christmas. The yarn I used for hers was too thick, but it'll keep her warm when she and my son go camping or on cold blustery days.

Walking through a craft store perusing various weights and colors of yarn, Red Heart Boutique Unforgettable, Tidal, its variegated colors in shades of aqua, teal and grayish blue, stopped me. I pulled a skein from the bin, squishing and rubbing its silky softness. This time the yarn was too light a weight, but I figured it'd just be a more open weave when finished. I purchased two skeins and drove home excited to start on my project.

Did I just say "project"?

The directions for knitting said beanie on the loom required two strands of yarn, one end from the outside of the skein and the other from the middle. It worked great before…

Not with Unforgettable. The inside ends would not come out of hiding. So, I decided to use one end from each skein.

Problem solved.

Don't I wish. The silky softness of said yarn is limp as a noodle. Both skeins unraveled in a tangled mass.

I'd knit a little, untangle, knit a little… You get the picture. Until, it became so tangled and knotted I had to stop knitting altogether. Arrrrg!

Lesson learned? Take time to wind each skein into a ball before starting a project.

My sweet husband purchased a yarn winder for me, but you still have to untangle before you can wind. He's been helping untangle the mess, and the other night, asked, "How much did this yarn cost?" It wasn't the cheap stuff. "Is it worth all the time you're spending unraveling it?" Imagining the finished product, I kept at it.

Today while tediously working with what now looks like a mass of spaghetti strewn everywhere, the Lord revealed that at times I'm like that yarn. I can be stubborn and unyielding, and yet, He patiently works out the kinks and smoothes the way. He pulls and tugs, persevering until I yield to Him.

He works with the mess we are to create a thing of beauty He can use for His purposes. Glory to God!

This has been an unforgettable experience. Who'da thunk a lesson could be learned from a couple skeins of yarn.

God did…

Are you struggling to untangle a mess in your life? Let the Master work out the kinks.

And if you need a friend to pray for you, let me know, I'd be more than happy.

"Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trails of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing," James 1:2-4.

Lord of Heaven and earth, when all looks dismal and hopeless through our clouded lens, help us remember that You, oh Lord, are the God of hope. Help us yield to you so that you can create in us a thing of beauty, to your glory. Amen.

Love & Blessings,

Danie Marie

A Lamb Is Born

2013-12-23T17:11:00.003-08:00

I wrote this short Christmas story several years ago, and decided to post it as my Christmas gift to all of you.

A Lamb is Born

By Danie Marie

The moon, no more than a sliver, provided little light in the night sky. But a single star shone like a beacon. For over a month I admired its twinkling, pure brightness. Never before had I seen anything like it. I could gaze at it for hours, and hoped to find out why it came into existance.

And soon I would. It hung in the night sky in the direction of Judea where I was headed. In a few days I hoped to be directly beneath its light.

My mind full of anticipation, I made my way in its direction sensing something special in this unusual star’s appearance.

Throughout the day the bleating of sheep filled my ears as I prodded my small flock along with my staff. The walk seemed endless. But late in the afternoon the second day we came to a small field where I could graze them. I strolled to the top of a nearby grassy knoll and turned full circle. This was the perfect spot to enjoy an open view of our surroundings while they ate.

I unrolled my mat and reclined to rest my weary bones, and picked up a few small rocks. I tossed them one by one at a dry shrub while toying a blade of grass with my tongue. "I wonder what I’ll find once I'm beneath that star?"

A light breeze whisked across the field and carried the soft bleating of sheep to my ears. I smiled. Their gentle sounds soothed my soul. Mary, a sheep I helped deliver two years before, had given birth herself to a pure, spotless male, about a month prior to our journey.

She had brought him forth without a fuss during the night. Mother and baby walked up the hill toward me. I rubbed Mary's head between her ears and put my hand out to her lamb. “How are you faring little one?” I laughed as he nibbled my fingers. In no time at all it'd be time for him to be weaned.

With only a couple of hours of daylight left, I led my flock to a nearby stream. Kneeling down, I splashed cool water on my face. Refreshed, I stood and kept watch until the last sheep had its fill.

“Come, come,” I called, and led them farther downstream to a bend where brush offered protection from predators.

Once the sheep settled down I cleared a small area on the rocky soil, spread out my mat, sat down, and opened my satchel. Inside, I found the bread and dried fish Mother had neatly wrapped for my journey. I took the wineskin from my shoulder and washed down the dry food. Leaning on my elbows, I watched that special star brighten as night set in. It was the first star to appear and the last to fade at dawn. As I listened to the sounds of soft bleating and gurgling water, my eyes grew heavy.

I roused during the night, and by the light of the star was able to scan our surroundings. No predators in sight, the sheep safe, I reclined and gazed at the star. The closer I get, the more sure I am you're somewhere over Bethlehem in Judea. Within two days I’ll know the mystery of why you arrived. I smiled and rubbed my hands together.

The final day of our journey upon us and eager to start, in the pinkish glow of dawn, I accounted for all in the flock. So far I hadn't lost a single one. We should make it to Judea before nightfall.

The sun high, I stopped to have a bite to eat and rest the flock. Once Mary's lamb had nursed, I urged them on. After an hour or so, I lifted her baby onto my shoulders.

Thinking about that star sent a thrill surging through my body. But before I could venture off into town, I had to find a safe place to bed down my flock.

A farmer allowed me to pasture them in one of his fields. I let the lamb nurse, and then put him over my shoulders to keep me company as I began my search. People milled about the city laughing, singing and drinking, oblivious to the star. How can they ignore it?

Hurrying as fast as I dared through the bustle and noise of the busy streets, I finally edged out of the crowd near the end of town.

I stopped and stared.

There, up ahead, a short distance away, a beam of light from that star shown down on … a cave in the hillside? My breath came in short gasps. It all seemed so simple. So obscure. But I was drawn to it like nothing before.

What's so special about this cave?

I crept forward and soon realized I wasn’t the first to arrive. Others had gotten there before me. Shepherds. They were kneeling.

And there, beneath a beam of light, I saw him. A baby lying in a manger in sweet straw.

“A baby?” I whispered.

One of the shepherds looked over his shoulder. "Come see," he said. He drew me in with an outstretched arm. “His name is Jesus. It means, God Saves. He will be called Emmanuel. Do you know what Emmanuel means?”

Gazing at the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, I shook my head.

“It means, God with us. He is the Lamb of God who will shepherd His people ... the awaited Messiah!”

My eyes widened, and brimming with hot tears, I, too, knelt. The lamb in my arms struggled to free himself and I set him down. He trotted to the end of the manger and lay at the feet of … the True Lamb.

The Lamb of God.

"'And you, O Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, are by no means least among the rulers of Judah; for from you shall come a ruler who will shepherd my people Israel'" (Matthew 2:6).

God Bless you Friends!

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!

Love ~ Danie Marie