I have to share this because the last time I shared anything about my son Jesse, the bull rider, it was that he was on the hospital with a broken leg and a new rod in his leg. Well, he proved last night in Texas he is back. Took First place! I know its my own kid, but it ain’t bragging if its true…lol
Attention please to all of our followers and visitors. This is a guest post I wrote for a brand new blog out called – His Excellent Grace – here on WordPress.
It is a blog about people’s personal encounters with God’s grace and events that occurred in their life where they feel God intervened in their circumstances in miraculous way. I am asking you all to check it out and follow the link at the end of this post to get there. You need not be a Christian to want to read about the incidents that take place and are documented, no more than you must be a cop to watch Cops!
So whether atheist, agnostic, tree worship person or what, everyone will enjoy reading about these different times in people’s lives when they believe God intervened with His grace. I am Tj at Don’t Label My Kid! and this is my personal story of one time I felt that God had intervened on my behalf. And by the way, anyone of you who would like to share a short post about God’s grace in your life is invited to fill out the contact sheet with your attached testimony!
Like most, I have been the recipient many times over of God’s excellent grace and I will share an example here today. Grace comes in all shapes and sizes and I have experienced much of both. This story is about my sons, Micah and Jesse. I was divorced when my two boys were young, so we did the weekend thing and they stayed at their mothers during the week. The divorce, as most do, took a huge toll on all involved, the boys were feeling in the middle and struggling with the whole thing.
I was a strong Christian at the time, but I daily worried that due to some of my own struggles that they would not have interest in “My Jesus”.
My boys were not exactly seeing me “walk the walk” all the time, and even though we were in church almost every Sunday, and I knew the word of God, I still was modeling behaviors that confused them and I was worried they would reject Christ when they were a few years older just because of what they saw in me. But I prayed all the time for the healing of memories for them, and for the breaking of generational curses of addiction that had come from up my family line. I just hoped somehow through my mess they would see a message and through my tests, they would see a testimony. Despite my struggles I had seen miracles and knew the power of God.
I knew that they needed to experience God for themselves and prayed often that God would reveal Himself to them so no matter what they had seen of me in my past they would come to the Lord because of their own experiences. That prayer was answered in both my boys lives on one occasion after a church service. They were maybe 10 & 8 years old. I had decided to stop at the Chinese place by the beach on the way home and eat some lunch. On the way. I asked my son Micah what he learned in Sunday school. He said “We learned about God’s favor, and how we Christians can have it.” I was happy to hear he was learning good solid biblical teaching. I was not, however, prepared for what was to come next.
As we pulled into the parking lot, Micah looks over to me and says, “Hey dad, lets pray for favor in the restaurant!” “Huh?” I was struggling for an answer and I thought he would forget in a minute. Nope. As we parked the truck he looked over at me again and said “What about the favor? Pray for it dad!” I was up against a wall. By now my younger son Jesse had become intrigued with this whole favor thing, and was also staring me down for an action prayer. I said, “You know son, God loves the prayers of the little children! You should pray!” It wasn’t that I was afraid to pray, I just could not think of how God could give us favor in a restaurant.
So Micah said a short prayer like “Dear God, please let us have some of your favor in here, Amen.” Precious – Yet very scary to me. What could possibly happen? We would each be given an extra fortune cookie? I just could not see it but I had no choice. His childlike faith was expectant. I was so encouraged by his faith but did not want him to be let down.
In this case, it was me with the little faith. While I doubted and worried I was about to see a life changing experience for my two boys that to this very day they recall vividly. It set a foundation for their faith and it was the answer to my prayer that they would both experience God. To me, I know also God was dropping some Excellent Grace on me because what happened was exactly what I wanted, a personal experience for them.
So here is what happened the moment we left the truck after the prayer; I opened the door for them to walk in and we waited about three minutes for the hostess. I was still more frustrated than a hornet trapped in an old Coke can, just trying to imagine what favor we could get before we left. The hostess came and grabbed three menus and asked us to follow her. We walked to the table she stopped at, waiting for her to lay the napkins or whatever down, and let us be seated. She didn’t do that though. Instead, she took a glance at all of us with a very serious look on her face, and then she reached around me to tap Micah on the shoulder.
Obviously curious what was going on, I totally stuck my face right in the way to hear what she was to say to him. What business does she had with my 10-year-old? She proceeded around me and looked Micah dead in the eye and serious as a heart attack and said. “Sugar, you are eating for free today!” No reason, rhyme or even explanation! She just walked away as if nothing unusual had taken place.
I was kind of numb about it at first thinking only of how come she picked him. Duh, she picked him because he prayed with the faith of a child for favor and sure enough he got it. That incident was one of the most powerful testimonies my kids ever saw and we still talk about it once in a while today. Not only did God grant me answered prayer about my children not running from Him, but He went further and straight up did a miracle for a 10-year-old who asked for it. Simple, simple faith it was.
To this day I count that incident as a shining example of how God gave me something I did not deserve, a miracle for my boys to see that solidified their faith in God at a very young age. It may not work the same in every situation, but it did that day, and I needed a second chance for their faith to not be crushed by past circumstances. To this day, now in their 20’s, they are both grounded and rooted in the Christian faith. I am so very grateful God showed up and showed off with His Excellent Grace on that day.
TJ – Creator – Don’t Label My Kid! Blog
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I don’t get too involved in many issues I have no control over and politics that are not going to be affected by the voice of the people. However, ” Gun Control” is one issue that I have to chime in on. The reason is because I feel we the people actually have a shot ( pun intended) at setting some issues to rest once and for all with our new administration.
When Obama was in office, anyone who paid any attention could see that something very wrong was going on when he made a big push to restrict Americans from owning weapons. He was doing this while at the same time he was writing checks to the muslim brotherhood for amounts like 2 BILLION dollars as ” gifts “. When you send your enemy or a group that wants to harm you a boat load of money, there is a pretty good chance they will take advantage of this by making their position against their enemies stronger. This proved to be true when the brotherhood bought more arms with our taxpayer money, courtesy of our ” leader”. They loaded up on automatic weapons.
You don’t need to be Colombo to crack that one. Obama trying to make us a weaker nation while doing all in his power to strengthen groups of terrorists who love to slaughter us and sharia us to death. I am still not sure that the Obama followers ever really got this, or maybe they did but they did not think it would matter.
That’s the international picture and how politics can play into it when you have a terrorist in office of the president.
In today’s national picture and with all the school shootings and violence, I was breathing a sigh of relief when I heard our American president is thinking our victims like teachers should be able to defend themselves against any student vigilantes or teens who are shooting up schools. I don’t know that in the end every teacher will be packing an AR-15 in class, but we are looking in the right direction. Equipping the victims, not making it easier for criminals to be sure they will not have to deal with return fire when robbing, stealing or shooting schools up.
So I just want to encourage all of you, even if you despise guns, to consider something:If we start taking guns away from people in an attempt to slow down crime, we are only making it EASIER for the bad guys to continue on with their bullying. You don’t have to like guns or have a whole collection but I believe in the times we live in you are absolutely kidding yourself if you think that taking guns away from private citizens would do anything but worsen the problem.
Look at it this way, obesity is a huge issue in today’s world. People everywhere are dying from obesity related issues.
What if the Surgeon General announced today that he was banning all Forks? After all, less forks mean less eating right?
Perhaps DUI rates are up so high that the government announces NO MORE CARS!
You would say that is silly correct? It’s no different from what taking guns away from people would be like. After all, forks don’t kill, cars don’t kill. People kill. And so it goes with guns. It’ our constitutional right and it is common sense..
A few years ago when I was entering my ” pre-mid life crisis, I took some time to review my entire time in the workforce. Every job I’ve ever done and how long I was at each. I also looked back at which I loved and which I hated.
To my surprise, what I thought would be a long and tedious task, turned out to be like an instant revelation from heaven. It was as if I got to peek down into my life forward to backward and backward to forward. I got a view from above about something that to this day I have shared with many people feeling burned out, bored, and just plain over their current situation.
The answer to why some people love what they do and some hate it is this:
When you are using your gifts you will always enjoy what you are doing. However if we step outside of your gifts, work is just a mundane, boring and hideous task where we spend more time looking at the time clock to go home than we do work .
Gifts are much different than skill sets in this sense. Any of us can sign up for college and and get a certificate or degree in something that we now possess the skill to do well. We may even be considered experts and get awards for work.
Yet we still may go home a few months later and experience the same burnout we did at our last career.
The reason is simple. Although we have been taught a new skill, this has no connection with our satisfaction.
Satisfaction and peace come only from using your God given gifts. There is no shame in learning extra skills fur our toolbox. But never mistake skills fur gifts
Think about it this way. Have you ever been to an event , get together, church service or something like these where the announcer says it’s time to hear a song from so and so- let’s put our hands together for the one and only ” so and so ” who will now sing ” Let Love Reign” ..
You listen to the person start belting out their tune and within a minute you are embarrassed for them. It’s soo very bad that all you can picture is two cows caught in barbed wire moaning for help. ” What is she thinking” we say to our wife or husband.
There are people that want to be something they were not gifted to do. It’s obvious they have no talent in that area. Yet they press on when everyone knows she has been told to slow her roll in the singing, but ignores it. Eventually they crash and burn.
Our gifts are evident by the fruit it produces. Gifts do not brag, or build themselves up. Gifts are those things that you do regularly and realize that all your life you have gotten high praise for it but it didn’t matter because they were not in it for the accolades, but because it is a PASSION!
We all have gifts . I know mine and believe me, I know from the school of hard knocks where my gifts do NOT exist. When you start to operate outside if your gifts in a job or at church or wherever, there is an uncomfortable feeling of frustration, and your career turns into nothing more than a 9-5 punch the clock, can’t wait to get out of here deal.
Now don’t get me wrong, at some point in our lives we have all had to take jobs that were just not within our gifts to get through college or to make ends meet or maybe we were in a situation that we called for that because we couldn’t get the job using our gifts at this time. But that’s not a permanent situation.
Skills can be learned- gifts cannot. Your focus should be to identify what your gifts are. Your spiritual gifts, your God given gifts and pursue that.
Look back and think about all the times that people have complimented you on something that you do well or something that stands out in the crowd that you may have never even thought about. If you’re not sure there are many online Christian spiritual gifts tests that you can take to help you identify where your gifts are. If you’re a violin maker make the best violins around if you change tires do it the best and the fastest way you can do it. If you happen to be the greatest plumber around , be proud! Not many could do that!
If you are a corporate executive be the best CEO you can. Whatever you do stay within your gifting and only use skills for money if it’s absolutely necessary because you can’t make ends meet with your gifts. There’s nothing wrong with that but make sure your priority is to use your gifts so that your motivation stays in place.
That’s my 2 cents for today..
Visualize Whirled Peas
We have all heard the term ” displaced anger” before at some point. The question is, what is it, really? Some people might answer that it’s like stubbing your toe on the way into your house after work, and when your kid runs up and tries to hug you, you raise your voice and tell them get away for a minute because you are in too much pain to be rational. I suppose on the surface that could pass for an example.
What I am talking about is a deep-rooted bitter angry feeling that is brought on by certain triggers, and the people around you must suffer the consequences. When I was about 10-14 years old, I was a very angry kid. I was not the type to take other kid’s lunch money or start fights everyday. I did however feel that under the right circumstances, I was capable of really doing some damage to others. I already was with my words and cut downs and all that. At the time I had no idea that my sense of anger had to do with my life, my family, my absentee father and all the terrible abuse and violence I witnessed along with suicide and other things all before 12.
Years ago in college we were studying the topic and it all started to make sense to me. I had hurt so many people in my younger years because I myself was very wounded. Even in my late teens or early twenties I can remember going bowling or golfing with family or friends. If I hit just one or two bad shots in a row, that would prevent me from breaking my own record, I would throw a tantrum the size of a 19-year-old. I would not speak to anyone for hours while they enjoyed the game, i would just mope. It really bothered me but I had no clue how to get rid of it. Truly it was not any college degrees that got me out of it. What finally made me realize just how idiotic I looked was when I became a foster parent to 6 teenagers for 5 years.
You want to talk about displaced anger?? Wow these kids rocked my world the first year as I was totally unprepared for what their awful lives had turned them into. It was when I had to point out all the time to them that their behavior to another was uncalled for and unfair, and ruthless sometimes even bringing others to tears for something they had no involvement in. Ouch. It really started hitting home that I was them and they were me. However this time I could track the reasons. I could read their files and see who beat them or raped them in their life. It answered many questions for me about me.
I can honestly say that today it is very rare for me to take my anger out on anyone that had nothing to do with my problem in the first place. It took a mirror image of myself over and over each day to catch on to what I had been doing.
I was truly hurt and angry now, be sure of that. However when I sat down over time with a trusted friend of mine several times and went over my life and issues, I was able to take the feedback I needed. I needed to both subconsciously and consciously wipe away the anger directed to people who had nothing to do with it. Next I needed to choose how to deal with the person who really did hurt me or in my case people who had hurt me at a young age.
Should I get in their face and let them have it? Blame them for my issues and leave mad?
After discussing the options with my buddy ( also a therapist ) we decided that in the case of my dad it would do me more harm than good to talk with him, It had been decades since we spoke. However I was not off the hook. We decided a straight forward letter to him would be in order mentioning the hurtful things that caused me so much pain and shame.
However to my dismay, my buddy said that in order for me to be released from the bondage of bitterness ( unforgiveness breeds bitterness) I would have to tell him in the letter that I was hereby forgiving him for any time he accused me, abused me, beat me, or hurt me.
What??? Forgive him? Surely you jest I thought.
Nope. It was real.
I did the letter and then over time went on and thought about anyone who had ever hurt me and decided to forgive them as well. I did not have to go in person I could make it a prayer even, but my heart must be genuine as we cannot trick God. He knows whether we really are forgiving or not. By the way I never said we must forget. Just forgive.
These days I walk around without this 300lb bag of bitterness wrapped around my heart with a wick on it ready to explode at any time. I was set free of the hurt as I set others free in my own heart and to God.
I could write pages on this, but I really think the main message has already been addressed. Its action time. Or its time to stay bitter and enjoy that more.
Maybe this is for just one person who is struggling today with an issue like this. If that is the case it well worth posting. I can tell you that God’s ability to heal memories is much greater than man’s ability to inflict pain.
Why not set yourself free today? I bet you never go back.
Visualize Whirled Peas.
I wonder if I can come out of a headache as a millionaire?
Sometimes I write about issues with children or parenting that need some explaining. Maybe they are strategies that the parents are not familiar with or need brushing up on.
Other times like right now, I just shake my head, post, and then pray. I pray that the blinders would come off of some people who are supporting a group of people who sanction the rape and murder of children and adults.
I pray the scales would fall off if the eyes if people that continue to protect this group known as muslims . You see this is NOT of those complicated deals where we need more education.
There is only one Koran. It says that raping and murdering of non muslins is not only ok, but honorable. There is no such thing as a non-profit violent Muslim. It’s impossible. The Koran orders it.9
I could literally write only about stories like this for years without running out of material as it is so very common.
It breaks my heart to think of young kids getting brutally raped and murdered in the name if Islam. In this rare case the man is actually sent to prison. It’s a step in the right direction, but we are far from being out of the woods.
The dog is still wagging the tail here.
Sadly for 8 years we actually put one of these freaks in the highest office in the country and he very carefully succeeded in desensitized some of this nation America’s most gullible people . I was hoping when obama finally got out of the White House we might as a nation come together against this type of cult behavior. Just because Obama got his foot in the door trying to make America a Muslim nation does not mean it has to stay weak and lacking backbone about this dangerous group.
If anyone can stomp this flame of islam and it’s tortures out – it’s our great county . If they want behave like that let’s ship them all off to some huge goat fields out of this country where they can get their needs met without hurting a person.
It’s time to quit playing games America or we may end up like England, nearly run by muslims. Time to step up and put an American boot up their arses and make this place great again. Anyone with me?
This is a first for me so forgive me if I’m totally in awe! Maybe dogs who believe do go to heaven after all!
It looks like he almost hadñj
the crowd going for a minute! Lol!
You need to press the arrow for it to play once you open it..