This book is dedicated to my children; Hayleigh, Hannah, Michael, Abby, Sam, and Jesse. You are my heart and the loves of my life. And to all of those children who I loved as mine, because in my heart you were. I am grateful to have been called Mom by you all, if but for a moment. I love you.
This past week I dreamed the children and I were in our van traveling slowly on the top of glass shattered all over the road ahead. There was NO WAY to travel around it. Every turn there seemed to be shards in the way. There was no turn around – no exit. It was the road we had to take. All we could do is continue straight on and pray for the tires to hold, believing somehow, someway, we would make to a better place further down the road and would be able to move faster, and it would be safer with no obstacles of potential danger and harm in our way.
Life in the midst of trial. Brokenness only you and God can understand. Shattered pieces of the heart and yet a continuing on in hopes of better times. Ever persevering. Ever seeking for a better way or maybe for the road to be less harsh. Sometimes it is the way that has been asked of us. An easier road might be the wrong way.
Thankfully God specializes in broken people, broken places, broken things, and broken spirits.
My [only] sacrifice [acceptable] to God is a broken spirit; A broken and contrite heart [broken with sorrow for sin, thoroughly penitent], such, O God, You will not despise. Psalm 51:17
His love is faithful. His ear is not deaf. His arm not too short to save.
There will come a day for the path set before us will be less threatening. There will come a day when traveling on dangerous ground is no longer required of us.
There is a story of Jesus looking at the disciple and telling them “you feed them.” They were baffled. How could they possibly feed the masses? They find a boy with 5 loaves and 2 fish and Jesus blesses it and everyone eats. What I like most about this story was the least likely – a boy and his lunch was used to feed thousands, and afterward, Jesus took up the fragments and there was more than in the beginning. Isn’t that just like Jesus? The boy took the little He had and gave. Trust had to be present.
Father as we travel a road filled with harsh and broken places we trust you will take up the brokenness before us, bless it, use it for Your glory, and in return we will receive beauty for ashes, oil of joy for mourning, garments of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD. Help us to continue on our road cautiously and with full hope until we reach our final destination. Always following Your lead. In Jesus Name.
| I shall be telling this with a sigh | |
| Somewhere ages and ages hence: | |
| Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— | |
| I took the one less traveled by, | |
And that has made all the difference. (excerpt from Robert Frost – The Road Not Taken)
Acts 20:24 But I do not account my life of any value nor as precious to myself, if only I may finish my course and the ministry that I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God. |
Many Moments of Making Memories
Overcoming Obstacles and Ordering Ostentatious Oracles
Trampling Temptations, Thankful for Treasures, Trusting in Truth
Humbly Honoring Husbands, Hours of Hugging & Helping
Ever – increasing Excitement Exerted Extensionally
Reasonably Running, Refinishing, Retorting, Rescheduling, Remembering
Mothers are one of the World’s Greatest commodities ~ Love One Today!
I am living the dream.
Pondering my day tonight with a distinct revelation that the process of it all is the reality of the dream.
Wondering this evening at the events and activities of my day from morning until sitting to write the dream rests again heavily on my head and deeply in my spirit. My day was not one grandiose even after another, and one might even say a bit boring. This morning upon waking and the sun rising, the birds were there chirping and singing just as they always are, the dog was whining to be released from her cage and to be taken outside, the phone was ringing (who in their right mind calls at that time of day – obviously I didn’t answer) and the boys were doing their morning routine of WWW – Wide World of Wrestling. Had you been in my room, you may have heard me mumble under my breath,”Do they really have to do this every morning. I wish there were more hours in the night, but thank you Lord for another day.” As my body against my will seemingly levitated our from under the covers, the irritation of a three day old belly ache was still there with its relentless groanings. Making my bed, my thoughts went to wondering what it would be like to wake up and hear the birds, and see the sun rising without the heated earthquake in the other room. Stumbling to the boys sleeping area, and quickly pushing the door open, it was all I could do to hold in the laughter as little bodies went flying through the air and landing under their covers as if they really believed that somehow it hadn’t been noticed the crashing of the beds into the walls which sounded like the great rumblings of big kettle drums. I had pictured previously of a village in the tundra having some sort of great tribal ceremony. Do they really think it was possible that they were not heard slamming and shouting with screeches that would make made a good sound effect for a horror flick? Safe to say I wouldn’t believe it if something really terrible were really taking place in the other room. The question sent forth from my lips like a rewind button again this morning was, “What do we do when we wake up in the morning?” “Giggles” “No, really guys, what do we do when we wake up before everyone else?” No response. “Jesse, what do we do when we wake up before everyone else?” “Mommy, we get up, we make our beds, we get dressed, we go to the bathroom and we do something quietly on or beds until everyone else wakes up. And, then we can have breakfast.” Sam still hiding under the covers, giggles again. “Why haven’t you guys done any of those things if you know that is what you are supposed to do?” “We were wrestling! shouts Jesse. “Guys every morning Mommy asks you what the rules are and every morning you don’t follow them. Please get up and do what you are supposed to do, and then you can have some fun doing something safer.” My philosophy and one they just what adapt to has always been , ” when you do what you need to, then you do what you want to.” Its nice in theory.
Walking back to my room assured they heard me and were now obeying – I hoped – I jumped in the shower to try and wake up good, before the ninja attacks began. Afterwards, I studied some morning devotionals, and other reading, some posts to Facebook and seeing what everyone else seemed to be up to this morning, and then went to work on a new page for my website. This is the second new page this week. The first is concerning simple but important ways we can remember to love the elderly among us, and the one today on Respite Care. I wont go into those things here as you can read them on our website at www.underhiswings6.com. The time past so quickly as again, writing the vision down and making it plain so those who read it can run with it. The ideas come like floods after a great down pour and it seems as if no real thing is ever accomplished. Again, nothing spectacular here. Yet, that is why I am writing now.
Around 2:15 I told the kids bye and went over to my neighbors house. He is an eighty-three year old widower. His wife passed several years ago and sense, as much as he would allow the kids and I have been helping him with running errands, grocery shopping, and cutting the grass. Recently Adult Protective Services got involved due to the persistence of my self and his late wife’s sister. He really needs daily or at least weekly care. So, it seems I am now sort of a surrogate foster parent for my neighbor. It was kind of an ultimatum. Cooperate and stay in your home, or become a ward of the state. The old question , “Am I my brother’s keeper?” seems to fit the circumstance. And, in my heart, I believe the answer is still emphatically, “yes”. How that must wound a man to hear….Today we traveled to the doctor. He hasn’t been in a very long time and has not been thinking straight or moving around well. The doctor prescribed new meds and we scheduled an ultrasound to check his heart and circulation for Monday and a follow up visit in two weeks. We picked up his medication. I asked him how he was feeling about folks coming in and helping him more regularly. He seems real nervous and shaky talking about it. Its hard to trust when you are old and alone. I assured him, he was not alone. He thanked me repeatedly as I dropped him home again. I wonder if his wife can see an is smiling down from heaven.
I am living the dream.
My adult children have been gone most of the week. One went out of town with a friend, and the other working. I pray often to see them more and spend time with them. Seems funny to feel that way since we live in the same house. Reminders of things they need to take care of, or spend time doing are met with the usual,” we know, Mom.” I miss the times when snuggles were the most important thing to them. Still, they have become beautiful, young women, with hopes and dreams of their own to seek out.
I am living the dream.
God has given me the best training tools possible for me to help others in similar circumstances. Isnt He good at that? Taking what is hard for us and turning it around to make life easier for those around us in need. Two of the children have rather difficult and exhausting emotional needs, and yet, had we not lived through it, helping other families with special needs, might not be so appealing. I am good at what I do, only because God is good at what He does. They are beautiful amidst their deep rooted pain. His grace is surely sufficient and empowering. Even on the days when I wrestle with my self all the way to sleep.
The two youngest just came in to have me judge a “who has the best hair contest”. Jesse does a little dance and and flips his fingers out at me like guns and says, “I’m Elvis!” in his best Elvis voice. And then he smiles as if to say, “that makes my hair better than Sam’s”. Sam just giggles and hugs me and his smile, dimples, and all, say, “yeh, right”. Those little guys, who will likely wake me again in the morning with the same scenario as today and every day the past year or so, sure know how to make my heart happy.
Bill Johnson says in his book “Dreaming with God”, There are rooms in your world that need your special touch – Your child’s classroom, your coworker’s office, your neighbor’s heart….God has given you a blank check to create your world – just sign your name!
While the children and I wait in a home that is too small for us and in much need of repair, while our days seem long and hard at times, and we live by faith for every need to be met, while we hope to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living in the full scope of the vision given, we know that we are loved, and that our rooms are connected to people we might have never imagined to have known and we get the pleasure of being used by the Father to touch their lives for His glory. Through it all we are walking out the vision that has been drawn before me. The desires of my heart given to be seen.
My dream is to see the fatherless, the widow, and the orphan cared for by their communities and resting securely under His wings. For them to know the love of the Father in an excellent way. A way in which they never have cause to doubt they are loved. It occurs to me that on this day, the precious Savior can look down and say, “as you have done it unto even the least of these….”
Well, I’m off to remind three little people their bedtime began 20 minutes ago.
Day by day….I AM LIVING THE DREAM!
2 Corinthians 1:4-6 (NLT) 4 He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us. 5 For the more we suffer for Christ, the more God will shower us with his comfort through Christ. 6 Even when we are weighed down with troubles, it is for your comfort and salvation! For when we ourselves are comforted, we will certainly comfort you. Then you can patiently endure the same things we suffer.
Woke up this morning with heaven on my mind. No, not singing a song, but considering the glory for which is before us. Jesus Himself. Often I have spent time in prayer for the Lord to relive us of our suffering. How are you suffering, you might ask. Each of us has a cross that we are to take up and bear. Mine is that of being a single woman, the mother of many, trying to carry a message to the body of Christ throughout the world to bring about a spirit of community where true and undefiled religion is practiced. Caring for the widow, the orphans, and the fatherless, and keeping oneself unstained from the world. The suffering isn’t in not being married, or in having so many kids, or even caring for a child with special needs. The chains are for which I proclaim the mystery of the message. There is ridicule and mocking in doing this alone. The problem is no widow, no single adult – male or female – no orphan, no fatherless child, should be alone and without a community of people gathered round to bring them up in the Kingdom of God. There is suffering in knowing my heart is only filled with the wanting of being a woman after the heart of God. Being fatherless, widowed, and /or orphaned does not exempt us too from bearing the burden of the orphan, the fatherless, and the widow. There is a way for all to endure to the end, and so they shall be saved. Jesus! You give beauty for ashes, strength for fear, gladness for mourning, and peace for despair.
We are fatherless – Yet, You are Father to the fatherless! I am without a husband – Yet, my Maker is my husband! We were forsaken and abused – Yet, You bind up our wounds! My son slips away at times to another place in his mind – Yet, You have given him the mind of Christ! We live in a neighborhood that has become quite scary – Yet, we are seated in heavenly places and You hide us under Your wings! Friends have deserted us – Yet, You are a Friend who sticks closer than a brother! Family misunderstands and mocks us – Yet, You place the lonely in families and sing songs of deliverance over us! Isaiah 8:18: Behold, I and the children whom the Lord has given me are for signs and wonders in the earth…
Master! Savior! Redeemer! Friend! Healer! Deliver! Strong Tower! Hope for Tomorrow! Way Maker! Joy Giver! Peace Maker! Miracle Worker!
Comforted to comfort, we will do the same. “You have been shown O’ man what is good, and what does the Lord require of you? To do justice, love mercy, and walk humbly before your God.”
Fake Mustaches / What is it all about?
Over the years I have learned to pay close attention to odd or uncommon things happening in society. Happenings in the natural like new trends being set, old ones arising, specific words or numbers reoccurring, are all often indicators of something taking place in the spiritual realm. A prophetic symbolism of something God is trying to speak to us. I would like to speak to something I believe the Lord is saying during this time and season.
A few years ago I had a dream. In this dream someone was standing in my yard with their back turned toward me and was telling other people I knew that my water pump was broken and it needed fixing. It was one of the ones that were used in the old days in which you would pump a large handle and the water would run out. There were three men also standing in my yard, two named Tim and the other named John. The person was laughing as they began telling the others how it needed to be fixed and that I could not do it my self. I said to them, “what are you doing? My water pump is not broken.” The person, who was female, turned around and had a sort of diabolical laugh and being very sarcastic toward me saying, “You just dont know its broken.” She was wearing a fake mustache. Then another person appeared dressed in a handyman’s uniform approached me. He had a kind smile and was very gentle. He told me not to worry that my water pump wasn’t broken and that the woman with the fake mustache acting as an imposter and for me to keep doing as I had been doing. The water pump actually represented me and the water from the pump was representation of the Holy Spirit inside of me coming forth.
Upon waking up from this dream I inquired of the Lord. He revealed to me that this was a spirit operating from the woman that was there to thwart the call of God on my life. Remember we wrestle not with flesh and blood but principalities and powers.
Getting back to things happening in the natural at this time, it seems that many are wearing fake mustaches. Dressing up in them, playing games, drawing them on etc. A fake mustache or false mustache is an item of prosthetic make-up used in dressing-up, acting, espionage and crime. The most notable fake mustache of all-time was probably worn by Charlie Chaplin for his role as The Tramp. Upon doing a search, I also noticed that many folks are asking what it is all about. Fellow bloggers are placing their spin on the idea, but most are asking whats the point???
Several weeks ago the Lord led me to begin seeking Him concerning these things as the fascination in people wearing these fake mustaches has been increasing. Not that the people playing this innocently are imposters, but again that it is something trending and I do believe there is a great spiritual annotation to it all. I found it interesting also as I was again reviewing my dream the names of the men who were trying to fix the pump were John and Tim because in the bible in 2nd Timothy and in 2nd John were are told about imposters. Lets take a look.
6 And what this love consists in is this: that we live and walk in accordance with and guided by His commandments (His orders, ordinances, precepts, teaching). This is the commandment, as you have heard from the beginning, that you continue to walk in love [guided by it and following it].
7 For many imposters (seducers, deceivers, and false leaders) have gone out into the world, men who will not acknowledge (confess, admit) the coming of Jesus Christ (the Messiah) in bodily form. Such a one is the imposter (the seducer, the deceiver, the false leader, the antagonist of Christ) and the antichrist.
8 Look to yourselves (take care) that you may not lose (throw away or destroy) all that we and you have labored for, but that you may [persevere until you] win and receive back a perfect reward [in full].
12 Indeed all who delight in piety and are determined to live a devoted and godly life in Christ Jesus will meet with persecution [will be made to suffer because of their religious stand].
13 But wicked men and imposters will go on from bad to worse, deceiving and leading astray others and being deceived and led astray themselves.
14 But as for you, continue to hold to the things that you have learned and of which you are convinced, knowing from whom you learned [them]…
If you notice in both these passages we are given the warning to hold tight to and stand on those things we know about Christ, his commands and to walk in love according to His commands that we might not be led astray by these wicked men and deceivers (imposters).
I believe that the reason we are seeing so many in this season participating in this dressing up in fake mustaches, or as “imposters” is because in the spirit realm the spirit of deception has been heightened and many wicked men (being used by this spirit) are coming forth like never before. Also watch out for women and even children with a false word as many of those wearing the fake mustaches are women and children. God is using women and children in this season like never before and so it goes with the enemy. After-all, He is the great imposter. Satan has been defeated and is bound. He can only use deception through principalities and powers and rulers of darkness. Cast down all imaginations that exalt against God. It might be something or someone coming as light, and dressed as truth and light, but it will be be “slightly off.”
BE NOT DECEIVED! Continue to walk in love and follow Christ’s commands. Look unto Jesus alone. Don’t just believe what is being spoken or sounds good, but be as the Bereans and search out the scriptures for yourself. Know the signs of the times. Rely on the Spirit of Truth.
13 But when He, the Spirit of Truth (the Truth-giving Spirit) comes, He will guide you into all the Truth (the whole, full Truth). For He will not speak His own message [on His own authority]; but He will tell whatever He hears [from the Father; He will give the message that has been given to Him], and He will announce and declare to you the things that are to come [that will happen in the future].
We have all seen caricature artists with their easels drawing pictures of folks who are willing to pay for them. The pictures are often humorous and bring a smile to our face. Physical features are usually exaggerated drawing attention to it, allowing for a good laugh and a memory of a fun time.
On the other hand, when we view people from a perspective other than God’s, and we exaggerate a specific characteristic or fault about them and do it publicly, the laughing turns to sorrow for that person. Exaggerating a negative part of a person gives a distorted view of the whole of that person and of God in them. The very thing being made sport of might be what He finds beautiful in them and others might as well. Distorted views of people should be taken more seriously.
Take God for instance. One might see God as a judge – another as a God of mercy and love. Two attributes, both correct, but alone not the full picture. God is merciful and gracious, but he is also just.
Loving, caring for folks and liking them based only on what you think concerning certain aspects of their personality and then speaking of them in a way that distorts another person’s view of their character is dangerous and can cause great sorrow. Their name and all they have worked for can be damaged. And once more it is not a full picture of who God is making them.
Just remember the next time you see someone whom has a less desirable attribute according to your way of seeing things, that they are not a caricature to be laughed at on public display, but a creation of God and were fearfully and wonderfully made. And when there is definition to an aspect of someones personality that you find yourself irritated with, it may be a very rare and beautiful thing God means to bless you with.
Focus on character and NOT caricatures in the lives of those around you.
TEEN TALK : ACCEPTED! BY hANnAh & HaYlEiGh
To us acceptance of others is a must! Being that we
are twins and all, we know first hand what it means to need to accept
someone else for who God created them to be.
Growing up as twins means that often we are
confused for one another and that we don’t always get to be ourselves. We have
come to accept it! LoL Acceptance means to love another person no
matter how they act or what they do. We should accept each
other because God first accepted us. To accept someone is to love
them and treat them the way you want to be loved and treated,
just as Christ would. Over the years we have met a lot of children
from different families and back grounds and have come to love so
many who are different from us. They needed to be accepted as
part of our family while away from their own. We, Hannah and
Hayleigh, accept one another. AND, We accept you too!
Me + You = Acceptance
Collossians 4: 2 Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful. 3 And pray for us, too, that God may open a door for our message, so that we may proclaim the mystery of Christ, for which I am in chains.4 Pray that I may proclaim it clearly, as I should.
Yesterday I re-posted a blog called Confessions written in 2009. Use this link to go and read it. Read first from the point of view of a woman caring for her children alone, then as if Jesus is speaking.
The Lord has revealed to us through using the above passage in Colossians to encourage us and has triggered some further mysteries of the message we at Under His Wings are to carry to our community and the world. We are see in great detail His purposes for our ministry, and the burden he has given me specifically, in proclaiming the mystery of the gospel through the fatherless, the orphan, and the widow and the responsibility of the church as a community to come alongside to help in raising them up in the knowledge and the love of Christ within the Kingdom releasing them from their captivity. We must train them to be in the world and not of it and by doing so pushing them forth to make the name of the Lord famous in all the earth. (James 1:27) The Lord has given me vision as to what this looks like for His people no matter what their nation, or tribe, no matter if rich or poor, there is an answer. The mission is to carry it to where ever and whomever will listen.
“I wonder how many will simply walk away from the fact that over 925 million people (half of those being children) are hungry/starving today? God help us to care the way you do. Help us to be your hands and feet. What will we choose to give up today so that another can have your hope? Convict us dear Jesus. Help us to lay aside our comforts and to rise up with hearts to see justice walked out for your priceless ones.”
Rene` Loux Orphan Justice Center
In Isaiah 58 We find what the Lord requires of us and how He sees Justice going forth in the earth and how He blesses those who are obedient to DO His Word. Take a look:
6 “Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the and break every yoke? 7 Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with you see the naked, to clothe them, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood? 8 Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard. 9 Then you will call, and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.
“If you do away with the yoke of oppression, with the pointing finger and malicious talk, 10 and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday. 11 The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail. 12 Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins and will raise up the age-old foundations; you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls, Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.
We are devoting ourselves to these things, to prayer, and being thankful for everything taking place – the good and the bad – in knowing it is the Father thrusting us speedily into our future.
Doors are opening for us to take the message forth in places we would have never imagined. The understanding of “the chains” I have been burdened to bear has been deepened, and for this cause His voice will be heard. Please read the Colossians & Isaiah passages and pray these things over us as we continue to hear His voice and prepare for the adventures ahead as we proclaim the mystery of the message clearly. More updates and specific details coming soon.
Thank you for joining us on this journey through your prayers, financial support, and being His hands and feet when needed. It is Christ in you the Hope of Glory, Christ in You the Hope of things to come. Christ in us, living in our hearts and revealing the mysteries through the ages and to the generations. ONE Pulse, ONE Breath, ONE Purpose.
Under HIS Wings

Emotions are a funny thing.
They make you laugh, they make you sing.
A shout of anger, a twinkled eye, an angry look, a fearful cry.
Emotions can simply sound like snickering giggles or a great symphony, a fearful child, a sigh of relief.
A perturbuation of the heart often leads to great commotion, disturbance, or a fiery spark. Left unchecked emotions can be full of disorder and confusion, under suspect and delusion. Emotions become explosive intrusions mixed with sadness, a heart in need of a transfusion. Fearful decisions, anxiety, and emotions often make one flee.
Emotions are so beautiful when surrounded by a love within. Affection, hugging, clapping, leaping, and emotions creating joyful grins. Twirling, shouting, dancing, running, endearment toward a faithful friend.

Emotions create passionate longings, dreams that fall and rise in time. Emotions give appreciation for a painting or a poem with graceful rhyme. Enchantment for enduring love, the rapture of that love’s first kiss. Fascination and attraction, flirtful fancies, winking eyes, and emotions are full of life and bliss.
The Creator intended for us to use emotions to gain wisdom, strength, understanding, comfort, and intuitiveness. A heart changed with a hopeful persuasion mixed with time and great kindness.
Emotions are not to be used unwisely, but to help us along the way, love our neighbor as ourselves, and journey through this world unswayed.
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