The world is going to end in September 2015

Did you hear? The world is going to end in September. Or something like that. Apparently, the Illuminati has been sending us subliminal messages since way back via movies. Some folks think Jesus is going to return during Rosh Hashana. Others think the Illuminati is going to put us (Christians?) in internment camps. Honestly, I don’t know if all these things will come to pass. I’m not God. I do know I sense a change coming. I sense that the United States has crossed the line. The dam has burst and there’s no containing the malevolent destruction that spews forth. The Bible is clear about the times we live in: You may as well know this too, Timothy, that in the last days it is going to be very difficult to be a Christian.  For people will love only themselves and their money; they will be proud and boastful, sneering at God, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful to them, and thoroughly bad.  They will be hardheaded and never give in to others; they will be constant liars and troublemakers and will think nothing of immorality. They will be rough and cruel, and sneer at those who try to be good. They will betray their friends; they will be hotheaded, puffed up with pride, and prefer good times to worshiping God. They will go to church, yes, but they won’t really believe anything they hear. Don’t be taken in by people like that. 2 Timothy 3:1-5, TLB So what’s a Christian to do in such perilous times? I believe I’m to trust God. Trust Him and not give in to fear. Trust Him and believe that no matter what, He’ll take care of me. If there are forces out there who want to destroy me because I’m a Christian, I still win, because the King of Kings and Lord of Lords is my Savior. To die is to be in His Wonderful Presence at last. If I suffer, I believe He will give me the grace to endure. My favorite Psalm when I get to feeling insecure about the future is Psalm 91. I’ve memorized it. If you haven’t, I encourage you to memorize it and pray it as we enter into this new phase of worshiping Jesus in an America that isn’t so free anymore. If you’d like, print the picture below and hang it up or carry it with you to give you comfort. Memorize it, and then let me know you did! Click here for the .pdf version: Psalm 91 King James Version (KJV) So what say you? Do you think Jesus is coming in September? If you aren’t a Christian and you’re reading this, and have questions, please feel free to contact...

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What’s on your writing desk, Pegg Thomas?

Today we get to peek inside the writing lair of Pegg Thomas! I love the simplicity and peacefulness of her space. I think you will, too. Pegg lives on a hobby farm in Northern Lower Michigan with Michael, her husband of *mumble* years. They have barn full of animals, a large garden, a small orchard, and a growing berry patch. Besides writing, she enjoys a variety of crafts including spinning sheep’s wool into yarn, knitting, counted cross stitch, quilting, scrapbooking, and card making. She and Michael enjoy camping, fishing, boat-nerding (you have to be a Great Lakes person to understand that), and thoroughbred horse racing. Pegg has been a finalist in the 2013 ACFW First Impressions Contest and the 2014 Clash of the Titles Olympia. When not working on her latest novel, Pegg can be found in her garden, in her kitchen, or on her trusty old horse, Trooper. A lifelong history geek, it’s no surprise that I write surrounded by my antique treasures. My “desk” is a Singer sewing machine cabinet that belonged to my maternal grandmother, Kathryn Champanois. The old black A-1 Singer is still inside and I love to sew on it still. To my left is a dresser that belonged to my maternal grandfather’s mother, Margaret Warner. Sitting on top is a bowl and pitcher as would have been common in a bedroom before indoor plumbing. To my right is another sewing machine, a Wheeler and Wilson treadle that pre-dates Singer, made in the late 1880s. It belonged to my paternal grandmother’s mother, Mable Wright. This cabinet pre-dates fold-down models and instead has what’s called a “coffin top” of wood that covers the machine. Surrounded by such treasures makes slipping back in time an easy and enjoyable thing to do. Pegg writes historical fiction with a touch of humor. Her current WIP (work-in-progress) is the second novel in a trilogy set around the turn of the 19th century in America. The historical background of this series is the Quaker migration from the slave holding southern states to the new Northwest Territory of present day Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois. The first novel is represented by her agent, Linda S. Glaz. You can find Pegg here: Quid Pro Quills https://quidproquills.wordpress.com/    Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pegg.thomas    Twitter @Pegg_Thomas    Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/4486713-pegg    Farm & Fiber Arts Webpage http://www.twinwillowsfarm.com    Book Review Blog http://thesheepishscribe.blogspot.com Thank you, Pegg, for sharing your writing space with us today! Tweet this: Her writing desk is a Singer Sewing Machine! What’s yours like? Would you and your writing spaces like to be featured on my blog? Find out how!...

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Acknowledging the supernatural

The devil buffets me. If you saw my personal life right now, you’d know it to be true. I’ve had a fairly challenging life, but the last six years have been absolutely awful in terms of hardships. Now don’t get me wrong. In the midst of my troubles, God has provided for me, kept me safe, and comforted me. For these things I’m grateful. But in the process of the last six years, I’ve definitely been on the anvil and the potter’s wheel. I’m being refined and made stronger. I’m almost afraid to see how strong I am on the other side of all these things. Why is He toughening me up?  Or am I only being refined? Am I proud and He needs to take me down a peg or two? Time will tell and it’s not for me to know. It’s for me to trust. So I am. Recently, the night before Mother’s Day, my life had actually been going quite well, and I had even praised God for the restoration of some things in my family. BOOM, on Mother’s Day, life kicked me in the gut again and knocked me down so hard I literally could not breathe. Therefore, I’ve decided, if the devil is going to fight that hard to stop me from speaking out, I’m not going to let him win. If I’m going to be buffeted, then he’s getting some pay back. What’s all this devil talk, you ask? I believe there’s a devil and I also believe there’s a God. I believe like a child, just as Jesus told me to. You might call me nuts, but that’s okay. I know with every fiber of my being that God created me and is up to something good on my behalf. But as much as I know that God loves me, I know that the devil hates me. Make no mistake. There’s no way the devil is nearly as powerful as God. Lucifer wants us to think so, but he’s not. In fact, the Bible (which is my authority on all matters) tells us that when we see him, we’ll not be too impressed: 12 How you are fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How you are cut down to the ground—mighty though you were against the nations of the world. 13 For you said to yourself, “I will ascend to heaven and rule the angels. I will take the highest throne. I will preside on the Mount of Assembly far away in the north. 14 I will climb to the highest heavens and be like the Most High.” 15 But instead, you will be brought down to the pit...

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Dear autism families, how do you spell spontaneity?

Because I really want to know. Sometimes I fantasize about running errands and grocery shopping. Freely, that is. I mean, without all the logistical hoop jumping that has to take place before, during and after. Before: rustling up the courage to ask someone to either go with me on errands or come watch the family so I can go alone. Then once I’ve got a helper in tow, figuring out when, where, and how it’s going to happen. Get everyone dressed appropriately and toileted and pray that no one has a bathroom emergency before you get to the store.   During: finding the patience to deal with the meltdowns in the store and grabbing grabbing hands before they grab another grape or cherry and plop it in their mouth.  Or, fielding the 1.2 thousand text messages you’re getting from the auties and the babysitter while calculating the difference in cost if you buy 10 pounds of cheese versus 1 pound.   After: Dealing with the meltdowns because everyone’s tired and stressed from running errands with you. or the stress of being left at home without you. And praying you don’t meltdown yourself. Not that it would do any good or that anyone would notice.   On a particularly faith-filled day I might fantasize about going to a movie with my husband or getting away for the weekend. But most days I don’t have the energy for that. (Not the getaway. The thinking about and hoping for it. ) Now, before you think I’m complaining, I’m really not. This is just reality. And it’s so much a part of our lives, that we’ve grown used to it. We don’t stop to think about how we can’t do anything spontaneously until someone says, “want to go to a movie?” or “Want to get away with us for a few days to the Poconos?” Alright, I admit, we never get asked to go to the Poconos. We live in Indiana. But you get the idea, right? “Uhm. No. Sorry. Can’t. Can’t leave the boys alone even though they’re 20 years old. Can’t leave Mama alone, either, even though she’s 80 years old (she has Alzheimer’s).” I know, I know, our life would be so much simpler if we just put them in a home. But would it, really? I think it’s just exchanging one stress for another. And besides, what if we warehoused everyone who inconvenienced us? Seriously, though, the thought has crossed my mind more than once. But the twins are still in high school and it doesn’t seem right to find them “a home” before they graduate. And Mama? Well, she gets a lot more stimulation with us (trust me...

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All the shiny things

Blogging is like exercise. It’s too easy to get in the habit of not doing it. I love to blog. I’ve blogged since the 90s and have had at least a dozen blogs over the years. My problem is finding a focus.  I tend to lead life that way, too. There are so many shiny things that distract me: theology, writing, music, history, conspiracy theories, politics, entertaining, disabilities, advocating for children (my CASA work), my church ministry–and I haven’t even begun to brush the surface of my family, job and college responsibilities. Because I’m attracted to so many things, I’m easily distracted. Sadly, I remind myself of that verse in Daniel 12:4:” Many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased.” Sure, I run to and fro doing regular human stuff, but I also go here and there indulging my insatiable appetite for knowledge. How far I run! Via google I can browse the National Palace Museum in Taipei and then fly over to Venice and purse the Ca’Rezzonico. If I want I can squeeze another couple of hours at the British Museum before sauntering over to study the Mona Lisa at the Louvre.  So, dear reader, I’m learning I have a need to get focused. Right now I’m in the throes of college math exams — working on my degree for Special Education — another shiny thing that is important to me. Just as important as writing. And, to be honest, there’s also a family crisis in our lives right now that is emotionally draining. But as I sit here in the library waiting for my granddaughters to get out of one of their summer fun classes, I’m filled with gratitude for a patient, loving God. I know He’s waiting for me to quit running around like a toddler and settle in and pay attention. (I’ve always said you can’t teach a moving target. Is that what I am, Lord?) I may not have been here writing very much these past few weeks, but one thing I’ve managed to keep up with is prayer and bible reading. I’m thankful for that. I don’t think I could survive the buffeting without time in His Word. I’m so thankful for the hunger God has given me for Him . And I wonder — is that what He’s calling me to focus on more? My heart is so full. I have so much to share with you. But where do I start? How do I begin? And just what is it you want to know? Your Questioning Servant, Karla Tweet this: Help! Shiny things and barking...

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