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Open Memoir - Have You Ever Received a Message from God? For Somebody Else? How to Tell Them???

Several days ago, I woke from a sound sleep and immediately thought of what had happened during those early morning hours. God's Spirit visited... First, I have no idea why this happened. I had never interacted with the writer before he mentioned his new book to me on LinkedIn. While his book did involve faith in God, it wasn't significantly different in some of my earlier reads. Nevertheless, I was to experience one of the longest periods ever with His Spirit... There was no advanced awareness for me. The only thing that was normal was that I did search out music videos, but I do that for every review lately. The next day, however, I began to not doubt, but rather, to think about how to share what happened with this new contact. I sent a message to him on LI and also on X... Nothing... If I had got in touch, I would have explained what happened and ask his directly if I could publish as it happened... God's grace helped me decide to move what I was typing and the rest o

Emotionally Damaged: Living With Job Burnout Merges with A Single Christian Woman Conflicted About America's Future

It was about 6AM when I woke... Actually I was glad for a little extra sleep and spending time away from the computer...But, immediately the glimpses of this beautiful song that I had seen for the last couple of days, popping up at YouTube, reminded me...I AM About the Father's Work... So, now was a good time, right? The Lord's Prayer was given to All. It teaches us how to talk with God! A Good Thing...the words are coming--This is a time for prayer across the world, not just Christians--but Jews, Muslims, and all those who know that God Exists...MUST be praying... The use of "My Words are being perverted," used by those who seek power, seek to rule over all God's People, must be stopped. Pray! According to Vincent Chough, if we are not sure how to pray, he starts us by making sure that we spend a little time with Jesus... Well, Folks, I've already mentioned when I stop and think of praying, pretty soon words of songs pop up in my mind, and I start singing..

Emotionally Damaged: Living With Job Burnout - The Beginning - Open Memoir

...a lazy afternoon and my Sunday night shows, especially Madam Secretary have been replaced by ballgames! A shame! I knew something was wrong... It was Saturday and I was home alone... Mom had died and there was nobody to see me cry.... It had been going on for some time. I knew I needed somebody to talk to. I called Nancy, friend and our choir director, who also worked wher e I worked and I thought she could better understand what I needed to say...But she didn't answer... I called my Pastor. He and his wife came, it seemed quickly, and as soon as they came toward me, I cried, "Pray for Me..." I didn't hear any of their words, though. It seemed like one part of my mind was watching...watching the scene of my crying while the Pastor prayed. At the end of the prayer, they started to talk to each other, saying things like, she certainly needs help... For me, I couldn't seem to think coherently to form sentences. I felt like I was in a daze. Then I heard my

Do YOU Care? Do You say You're Sorry--And Mean It? Thoughts On the Elderly in America... God's Love; God's Truth

Several days ago, I was at a doctor's office... I was sitting waiting. I would watch people coming in, so that when an elderly oriental woman came in, in a wheelchair, with a belt around her chest to keep her upright, I noticed... She paused her chair while a man went on to the window... probably by the age difference, her son, was my guess. But he had to ask her something, so she maneuvered around within the waiting room and went to the window. Suddenly the man cussed so loudly that we all heard him--he had not known she was behind him, I guess. But instead of saying something like, oops, sorry didn't know you were there, he went on, yelling, I told you last week...whatever...he then stormed by me leaving the woman to follow and went out into the hall. She slowly wheeled her chair by... I couldn't help myself, I reached out twice to her, touching her arm, the second time she slowed. I quietly said. "You need somebody to care for you that doesn't yell at you...&

Don, An Online Friend and Poet - I Fell in Love With His Voice! An Open Memoir

Way back when AOL was the "only" way to connect online, I and others enjoyed getting to know people from all over the United States, and sometimes, even from other places... Of course, many became connected because we were interested in writing...and books! One of the men I got to know was Don. I always thought of him as my Grizzly Adams, with a smile... Don't know who that is? Well, fortunately, we can still enjoy him even these days! Somehow, we connected as a small group of those involved with publishing. Don lived way out in Oregon and did indeed live out in the woods, just like, ironically, I do now, even though I think he lived much further away from main roads. LOL I remember that I at least got to "see" him one time since he was then acting in a local, I think, Elizabethan fair where he was performing... I thought...in costume, which he was, but I didn't realize that his costume really was exactly how he looked...full beard and all! That's whe

Know Thyself - The Early Years - Where Did Gabbie Come From? Remembering...

Vacation Bible School was our Summer Fun and Learning Time! Some of the videos are newer and are sometimes slightly different from what I learned...But fun and exciting to learn about Jesus! Who Could Have Known? Yes, I'd thought about writing in the past, but just couldn't bring myself to do so. I've had somewhat of an unusual life, I think... Certainly, not a "traditional" woman's role in our culture. I was born in March, which makes me a Pisces. I never paid too much attention to the daily horoscope business, but had at one time, began to consider the attributes assigned each sign, as I met and wanted to get to know people. Perhaps my being interested in knowing myself, and in relation to other people, was driven by the family structure into which I was born. My mother, Dorothy Lorraine Ellenberger Bixler, was carrying me, her fourth child when my father, Glenn, was killed in a mine accident, kicked by a horse who was pulling coal out from under ground, a