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Posted By Harolene

Do you feel like dirt? Really? Somebody said you are just "dirt", well yes, we all are! Now do you wonder why you have so much trouble and it seems like the devil is always "nipping" at your heels, trying to eat you alive?

There are 102 references in the Bible to dust; I want to give you a few of them so you can understand what's going on! Genesis 2:7 Then the LORD God formed the man from the dust of the ground. He breathed the breath of life into the man’s nostrils, and the man became a living person. That was the most important use of dust EVER! God created us from it!

Genesis 3:14 So the LORD God said to the serpent: “ Because you have done this, You are cursed more than all cattle, And more than every beast of the field; On your belly you shall go, And you shall eat dust All the days of your life.

Has it hit you yet? I often hear people say "If God was so good, why is there (wars, poverty, child abuse, the list goes on and on)? God gave man dominion over the earth, all the animals on it, the ones that fly in the sky or swim in the water. We (man) were in charge of it ALL! Then came the big temptation and when Eve got weak in the knees and succumbed to the temptation she gave away the power God gave Adam and her to the serpent Himself. We are dust and God told him he would eat dust for the rest of his life. When that hit me I had to sit and think on it, a real Selah! So in one respect we know that if we are dirt, so what? God can form us into anything! Isaiah 45:11-12 Thus God, The Holy of Israel, Israel's Maker, says:” Do you question who or what I'm making? Are you telling me what I can or cannot do? I made earth, and I created man and woman to live on it. I handcrafted the skies and direct all the constellations in their turnings. On the other hand, we have become the Devil's main source of food!

So what do you need to do to keep from being his next meal? I would say standing around the Cross of Jesus and getting soaked in His atoning blood is a good way to become very unappetizing to the devil, he can't eat us when we are covered in the blood of Jesus! James 4:7 So let God work his will in you. Yell a loud no to the Devil and watch him scamper. (KJV says Resist the Devil and he will flee from youSay a quiet yes to God and he'll be there in no time. Quit dabbling in sin. Purify your inner life. Quit playing the field. Hit bottom, and cry your eyes out. The fun and games are over. Get serious, really serious. Get down on your knees before the Master; it's the only way you'll get on your feet.

Let's get out of the "I'm no better than dirt" mentality, and know that God's own breath breathed life into our mortal bodies! Don't be tempted to trade the birthright of your salvation to the dust eater! If you find yourself playing in the dirt, make mud pies and throw them at the one trying to get you to eat them!

 
Posted By Harolene

I saw a picture today, under it was a sentence asking for “likes” for a page called “Right out of the Trailer Park” and it pictured a very rough looking woman who was dressed in a ridiculous outfit. I have heard comedians making fun of trailer park living, “cheap” people, someone a person doesn’t like or who act rude or are obnoxious in any way, are called “trailer park trash”. Can I say that I know of persons who have been raised in the lap of luxury, and are both rude and obnoxious, being rude and obnoxious are a personality trait that doesn’t have anything to do with where you live, right? Yes of course I am right!

I now live in a beautiful home on a gorgeous piece of property that is debt free, thanks be to God for giving me favor in that area, but let me go back a few years. I was born to parents who were good, sincere, God-fearing, loving, ministers of the Word of God and serving people as pastor and evangelist who didn’t have two nickels to rub together. When I was born they took me home to the back room of the fellowship hall they lived in courtesy of the church they were working for at the time. When I was nine-months old they felt “the call” to go and evangelize, that is to preach, sing and generally minister to any church that would have them, and the only place we had to live, to keep from being housed in back rooms or spare bedrooms of congregants, was a small “Silver stream” trailer which had no bathroom. My dad hooked that trailer up in many small trailer parks in Georgia, South Carolina and North Carolina. When I was four years of age that trailer was parked in a place that was near a water treatment plant and we were there for more than six weeks. If you live in Atlanta and have to travel down Atlanta Road to Bolton Road where the water treatment plant is you know what the smell is like, it is not very pretty and the problem was that my mother was pregnant with my brother so the smell only added to her reasons to be nauseous. There was a Coke machine at the front of the park and the Coca-Colas in it were ice cold, a blessing on a hot day for my mother, but as soon as she drank it, up it came, in the slop jar, which my dad faithfully emptied of all the waste of the family. When I was ten my dad took a church which, had been abandoned by the current pastor and had taken most of the congregation with him but left a huge amount of debt on that big brick church on the corner of Dodd’s Avenue in Chattanooga, Tennessee. The church couldn’t afford a parsonage so daddy purchased a sixteen-foot Airstream, the up-grade was that this one had a small bathroom, nice since mother was pregnant with my sister, and instead of being in a trailer park we were backed up to the church and he was able to hook into the church water supply so we had running water. Funny thing is that my brother nor I ever felt poor, we never had that mentality, my parents made it an adventure and we were doing it for the greater good of the church, for the people who couldn’t afford the church payments without hosting dinners every Sunday. I wonder if any of those people were ever thankful for what my parents did for them? Not that it matters because their aim was to please God, not man…as a kid I can’t say I shared their enthusiasm. 

 
Posted By Harolene

I think that my brother, sister and I have turned out rather well. We are all upstanding citizens that are neither rude, nor obnoxious, we are registered voters, and the only time we look rough is when we wake up in the morning, speaking only for myself now. There is nothing wrong with providing your family a place to live in a place where you can afford to live and if that is a trailer park then good for you!

Every single time I hear one of those wise cracks or see one of those pictures I feel affronted and I am tired of hearing it made fun of and put down. That being said, let me ask you to be kind to every person you meet even if they are not kind to you, you don’t know what life at home is for them and your smile might just be the only one they see all day. If you deem yourself a Christian, a child of God, someone who emulates Him and His goodness, then remember this: 1 John 4: 7-10  My beloved friends, let us continue to love each other since love comes from God. Everyone who loves is born of God and experiences a relationship with God. The person who refuses to love doesn’t know the first thing about God, because God is love—so you can’t know him if you don’t love. This is how God showed his love for us: God sent his only Son into the world so we might live through him. This is the kind of love we are talking about—not that we once upon a time loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to clear away our sins and the damage they’ve done to our relationship with God.                   

God is love and if He came to earth again instead of a stable in Bethlehem He might just be born and raised in your local trailer park!

 
Posted By Harolene

At times I tell you about a song that is running through my gray matter, some song like "Desperado", which makes me wonder if Desperado ever did come to his senses, or "When I fall in love" and then I think about all the people I have heard say the words in a wedding ceremony "as long as we both shall live" (which I pointed out in one of my more cynical moments, I have noted that ministers have changed that statement for "as long as we both shall love" which does give room for you to change your mind and the whole "forever" routine is off the table!). Today has been the day of old hymns, their beauty, the way some of them make me feel and how some of the words need to be translated for people who may just sing along without knowing exactly what it is they are saying. I saw a status this morning that simply said, "I need Thee every hour", so I added "Oh gracious Lord; no tender voice like Thine can peace afford". Different friends added their thoughts and comments and when I had looked at those I decided to check my email, the particular email that caught my attention had been sent two days ago but it was meant for me to see this day in time. The subject line said, "You have to hear this, it is amazing", so I dutifully clicked on the link which took me to a YouTube page where I saw a square with nine smaller squares, in each square was the same young man with big fuzzy hair and huge earphones, I didn't know what this was about until he opened his mouth! The most beautiful music issued forth and he was singing, "I need Thee". I was totally captured and of course I shared it to my own FB page.  I went on to listen to his rendition of "It is Well" and then "How Great Thou Art"!  (The young man's name is Sam Robson; look him up on YouTube for a real treat!) I wondered if there were young people, or any people that hear those old hymns of the church and wonder what "can peace afford" (no other name but Jesus can bring this kind of peace to me) or "attendeth my way" (the peace like a river is nowhere near the writer of this song) means. However, there is one of the modern songs (not senile I know I have mentioned it before) but it gets me every time they sing it at church and I am looking up at a screen with the words looming up before me, and that is, "He is a hurricane I am a tree". Now I am sorry as I can be friends, but I'm thinking I would rather think of God as the "potter" while I am the "clay" than being some force of nature that is going to tear up hearth and home or pull me up by the roots like a tree flying through the storm. I guess each generation has it's own way of expressing it's thoughts and I guess I am stuck in mine, so for now I will ask God to "Have Thine Own Way" because I know that "We Shall Behold Him" and then I will be able to say "It Is Well With My Soul!"

 
Posted By Harolene

Tonight I was talking to my son and asked him if he had an idea for the blog tonight, he immediately said, "Yes I do, write, "Trust me you idiot"! OK that sounds a little brash but knowing his mother I guess he thought I could come up with something, I did.

When we read God's promises and try to claim them, or we feel God has spoken into our life either by a prophetic word or something we feel in our own spirit our first reaction is usually, "Is this really for me?" In prayer this week I was talking to God about something that I need wisdom on and I said, "God you opened the Red Sea for the Children of Israel when they were faced with the army of Pharaoh thundering down on them from behind and the mighty waters before. I need for you to open up the waters for me so I can escape the problems that are coming to me from behind. You did it for them and now I know you will do it for me." Then I remembered the scripture, 1 John 5:15 "And if we know that He hears us, whatever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we have asked of Him." That gave me comfort because I know that God hears my prayers, He has given me direct answers too many times for me to doubt it. Sometimes the answer comes circuitously, or may not arrive when you thought it should but it does come. I will give you an example.

When my daughter was born I thought that no one could have ever had a child as beautiful as she was, from the top of her head which was covered with black hair, to the tips of her tiny toes she was perfect. As she began to cut her teeth I noticed that there were little brown spots on them and asked the pediatrician about it. Long story short (I hope) was that I was in labor and nearly lost her at the time in my pregnancy when her tooth buds were forming, so by the time she was three years old those spots had decayed and her beautiful little smile was marred. As a mom it hurt when someone would point to her and ask what was wrong with her teeth. I began to pray and reminded God of having seen him straighten a young teen's feet and legs who had been born with both feet clubbed, I had seen the miracle of a woman who was sent home to die with cancer of the stomach be completely healed by the power of prayer and we received a picture of her celebrating her 91st birthday, so I believed that God was going to give my little girl brand new teeth. Every morning I would go to her bed and pull her lips up fully expecting to see the miracle, and every time I was disappointed I would know that it would be "in the morning".