Monday, June 17, 2013

Day 168


Day 168 of  The Red Shoe Project has me in my RED, open-toed, high heels,  dashing about town, doing errands and thinking about something I saw while on my morning prayer walk.  

It was a group of vultures.  I counted eight of them.  They were all standing around, hunch-backed, waiting their turn, to feast upon a dead carcass.  Man those scavengers are big...  not to mention, ugly!



Vultures are large birds of prey.  They are hunters that usually attack and kill animals that are sick or injured. They feast on the decaying flesh of dead animals. These scavengers often gather in groups and wait, with anticipation, for a sick or injured animal (or person) to die... sometimes as a result of an attack by another, larger animal.  When that animal has had its fill, the vultures move in and scrape up the remains.


1 Peter 5:8 says...
"Be sober, be vigilant; 
because your adversary, the devil, 
as a roaring lion, prowls about,
 seeking whom he may devour."





For better understanding, 
I decided to break 
this scripture down 
into manageable pieces:





Be sober -- clear minded, serious and ready to take action!
Don't be intoxicated, partied out, or off your guard.

Be vigilant -- Keep careful watch for possible danger or difficulty!
Be fully aware of what's going on around you -- in the natural and in the spiritual realm.

because  --  indicates there's a reason for all this, and it's this:

your adversary -- your enemy, opponent, challenger, the one who's against you.  The one who wants to see you fail. He wants to take you down, disable you, take you captive and if possible, take you out!   He wants you wasted and completely out of commission.  He's the theif who wants to rob you, kill you and destroy everything that's important to you. (John 10:10)

the devil -- Satan and/or his demons, evil spirits

as a roaring lion -- likens himself to the king of beasts,  imitating his loud ferocious roar, merely pretending that he has claim to you and power over you.  Basically...  he's faking it!

prowls about seeking -- roams the earth, walking around in search of prey. He's  hunting,  looking here, there and everywhere, hoping to find a victim.

whom -- prey,  a targeted victim,  a weak individual,  a sucker,  a pushover;
Someone intoxicated,  drugged,  or who doesn't have their wits about them;
Someone who's not paying attention,  worldly minded,  foolish or lazy;
Someone who's blind to spiritual matters,  focused on self,  focused on money;
Someone who's hurt,  abused,  broken and  vulnerable;
Someone having a pity party,  who's down on himself  and discouraged;
Someone who's guard is down, unarmed,  uncovered, exposed and unprotected;
Someone who's disabled, crippled by life, down and out, unable to move;
Someone who's out of fellowship... with others and with God.  Disconnected
and prayer-less,  trapped in unbelief.  They've  lost their vision,  forgotten
who they are in Christ,  forgotten the power of His Word and how to use it;
Someone who's unforgiving and  holding a grudge;

(Is this "someone"  you?  Is it me?  Could it be the person you're sitting beside at church?  Is it your spouse?   Your best friend?  One of your children?)


he may devour -- grab ahold of and tear apart,  shred to pieces,  victimize,
eat up,  destroy,  strip of everything,  tear down,  torment,  torture,  possess,  oppress,  depress,  exploit,  abuse,  take advantage of,  deceive,  cheat,  trick,  make a mockery of,  knock down,  knock out,  take captive of,  take out,  drag down,  enslave,  entangle,  bind up,  shackle,  imprison,  take control of,
put in a choke hold and leave for dead.

Need anymore be said?  It's a fair warning:   Be sober!  Be vigilant!  

Who would ever imagine that God could give such a living illustration,
while on a morning walk, in RED shoes?

Gail






Sunday, June 16, 2013

Day 167

It's Day 167 of The Red Shoe Project and off I went, once again  in RED sneakers,  prayer walking.

Prayer walking is just what it sounds like...  Praying while Walking!  Today I clocked in three miles in about fifty minutes, covering just about everything and everyone on my prayer list.  As I was walking and talking with God on this aerobic hike, it dawned on me that I was not alone.  God was with me...  listening,  hearing me out,  suggesting ideas, bringing light to situations, showing me truths, sharing secrets... and all while receiving my praises and requests.

Alone means... 
solo -- single -- by oneself, 
unescorted -- unaccompanied, 
partnerless -- companionless, 
"by one's lonesome."

Prior to my salvation experience in 1983, I struggled with an eating disorder.  Upon conversion, the disorder completely disappeared.  It just went away.  Maybe I felt that I no longer needed to be in control?  Or perhaps I felt such love, that the thought just never crossed my mind again?  They say that sometimes actions like that are symptoms of a deeper problem within.  Once the problem within is resolved, the symptoms go away.  I don't know... but it was miraculously gone.  I was delivered from that evil bondage that had its grip on me. 

Several years went by, and then one day, when I was feeling very insecure and alone, I found myself eating a little too much, and heading to the bathroom to purge.  The dark voices in my head were reeling me in like a fish on a hook.  As I locked the bathroom door behind me, knelt in front of the commode and proceeded to make myself sick, I heard a loud voice say,

"What are you doing?" 

I'm not sure if it was an external voice or a voice within my head, but regardless, I knew who speaking to me.  It was God.

"You're not alone,"  He said.  "I'm in here with you... all the time!"  Your body isn't your own anymore!  This isn't what I have for you.  Let's talk."  

Needless to say, that put a damper on the whole secrecy issue of this eating disorder thing.  He wasn't going for it.  And neither was I.  Going back to that old bad habit was not an option.  We nipped it in the bud.

I know it sounds ridiculous,  and thank you for bearing with me through such an awkward conversation...  but it's a true story and it certainly drives the point home.  As a born again Christian,  I am filled with The Holy Spirit, never to be alone again!

1 Corinthians 6:19 says...

"Don't you know that your body is the temple 
of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, 
whom you have received from God?  
You are not your own."

So I'm not really single, solo, or by myself... ever.  Christ is always my escort.  I am always on His arm.  He accompanies me everywhere I go.  He's my partner... my full-time companion and my friend.  I'm never "by my lonesome!"

"He's the friend that sticks closer than a brother." 
Proverbs 18:24b


Yet sometimes the enemy of my soul, the father of lies, the deciever tries to trick me into believing that I'm lonely.  Sometimes he just gets into my head!



Lonely  means...

  • isolated  
  • friendless 
  • no one to turn to 
  • forsaken  
  • abandoned
  • rejected
  • unloved 
  • unwanted  



But God's Word tells me otherwise, 

"I will never leave you nor forsake you."
Hebrews 13:5



Did you ever wonder why it's so easy to miss God's voice, and even easier to pick up on the station that plays all the golden oldies --  LIES?  I know that I don't purposely try to muffle out God's voice.  I want to hear Him!  

I've found it necessary 
to stay tuned in to Gods voice... 
otherwise, the devil will tune in to me!  

 I can do that by filling the space in my head with good things... with God things.  Philippians 4:8 says...

"Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, 
whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable,  if anything is excellent or praiseworthy, 
think about such things. "


For me, that means that I listen to a lot of Christian worship;  read a lot of God's Word and inspiring literature;  and think about the things of God.  I make it a point to fill myself and my life with things that are spiritually nourishing.  It also means that I filter out, shut off, and say no to Spiritual Junk Food... things with no spiritual value... things that don't promote, (or even have the tendency to take away from), my spiritual growth.  

Because I'm not alone, I take into consideration what my divine partner wants and what will make our relationship grow. I don't want to offend The Holy Spirit.   So, my television is turned off a lot.  I'm careful about what I watch, what I listen to, what I read and the conversations I'm around.  That doesn't mean that everything has to be "religious."  There's a lot of great things to choose from.  

I guess it comes down to this:

I want to hear Him... as often as possible and as clearly as possible, so I'm going to do the things that will help make that happen. 

With that said, 
I'm walking in Red shoes, 
making good choices and 
listening for His voice.

Gail








Saturday, June 15, 2013

Day 166

On Day 166 of  The Red Shoe Project, I could be found in RED sneakers,  praying circles around the promises of God.  Seriously!  Whenever God promises me something, I circle it in prayer, and continue to pray it through to completion... til it's fulfilled and I've taken possession of it!  Today was about a prayer project that I've been working on for almost ten years.  Hey... what can I say?  Some things take time.  What's that old saying?

"Good things come to those that wait."


Many years ago, God spoke to me as I was driving along the road.  "I'm going to give you that house." He said.  I looked over to my right and there stood a magnificent house, but I didn't need a house, and this house needed a lot of work.  I told God that.  Next thing I know, the house is going through a one year restoration project.  Really?  Did God decide to restore it for me?


Waiting is all about patience
And Patience is a Fruit of the Spirit.


Time went by.  Life changed.  I changed.  When I was going through a very difficult time in life, I noticed that the house was still unoccupied.  It was within walking distance from my home and I found myself mysteriously frequenting the property.  I would sit in the garden and pray.  I was so broken.  I cried a lot.   Here, I felt so connected with God.  I always felt like He was right there with me, collecting those tears and listening to my prayers.



One night I looked up at the stars in the sky...  

"Okay God,"   I said.  "I believe you are going to give me this house, but I just don't know how you are going to do it!"  

He immediately responded, "That's what Abraham said."



"Faith is the substance of things hoped for, 
the evidence of things not yet seen." 
Hebrews 11:1


No matter how difficult life got,  somehow, the heaviness always lifted when I was in that garden. I would pray and pray... not so much for myself,  but for the lost.  I would pray that one day, people would come onto that property and find hope.  I found myself believing that people would  connect with Christ there.  Maybe there would even be some who would rediscover their faith in that very garden, or on the porch, or as they walked around the grounds.   I would sit,  sometimes for hours, weeping and praying.  To me, this garden was a divine access point.  I could never quite understand the fullness of what God was doing in me or through me, but I knew this... He was with me and He was using me to intercede for others.  


 Waiting is "Hanging around until the time is right." 

One day when I was about to give up on life,  God stepped in.  He cheered me on to victory and reminded me of the many promises He wanted to fulfill in my life...  including the one of giving me that special house.  He said it was all  "right around the corner!"   From that low point in my life,  it was all up hill from there.  My life changed dramatically for the better.  I also learned that the timeframe of  "right around the corner"  is different for God than it is for me.

"But do not forget this one thing, dear friends:
With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, 
and a thousand years are like a day."
2 Peter 3:8


It's okay... I've been walking with God for a long time.  You get used to the time difference.  I'm not saying I completely understand it... but I can wait. 
             
Waiting is about "Staying Power."



All these years and the house is still not occupied.  They tried selling it, but it never sold.  Recently the owners went into partnership with a company that wants to put an elderly living facility on the property.  They bulldozed all the land and moved the house to another part of the property.  I'm not discouraged.  God is doing something.  The plan is moving forward.  

Waiting  requires  perseverance, 
persistence,  endurance and tenacity

Today I went back to the property.  I walked around the house two times, reminding God of His promise and thanking Him.  He says it's going to look really good when it's all complete and that I won't be disappointed.  

I looked around at the rest of the property.  It's massive now that all the trees and grass are gone.  I walked over to where the house used to be.  The garden is still there, but it's all broken up and overgrown.  It was a strange site.  I had mixed emotions as I stood there.  This is the place where I'd met with God all those times.  They were such powerful times of prayer!   The brick seat still remains in the garden rubble, so I thought -- just for old times sake -- I'd sit in the seat and have a little word of prayer.  Why not?  
I laid my hand on the bricks, closed my eyes and bowed my head.  BOOM!  

That's all it took.  I was immediately transported to that Secret Place.  The Spirit of God poured down upon me like a flash rainstorm.  Next thing I know, I'm falling to my knees, resting my body upon that brick seat, as if it were an altar, and interceding for the lost.  The prayer had not changed one bit.  God was still using me to bring forth His plan in this place.  For quite some time,  
I wept...  I shook... and I prayed in a variety of languages.  I just yielded myself to whatever God wanted to do there, in the midst of what was left of my prayer garden.   Before long, the prayer subsided.  I gave God praise as I lifted my head and opened my eyes...  WOW!  What a shock!  As I looked around, there I was on my knees, in the middle of this demolished property...  "just having a little God time,"  so to speak.  LOL.  That's okay, I'm used to this as well.
 

I stood up, pulled myself together and began to walk down the path, in my RED sneakers,  to the main street.  As I walked home,  it dawned on me that I may never see that garden again.  I'm glad God brought me that way for one last meeting with Him in that special spot. 


But I don't doubt that I'll be back on that property to pray... with or without the flower garden.  As long as The Spirit of God dwells there,  I'll be back!  For the last ten years I've been the Spiritual Caretaker of this property and no one's fired me yet!  One day, I'll be the owner.  The transfer has already taken place in the heavenlies.  It's just a matter of time -- God's time -- for me to possess the land,  in my RED shoes, of course!

Praising Him until that time comes!
Gail



Friday, June 14, 2013

Day 165

Today was the 165th Day of  The Red Shoe Project.  It was such a gorgeous day,  I was once again found in RED flip flops.  

In Florida, flip flops are considered common, everyday, year-round footwear for the locals.  They are not strictly for the beach!  I wore them to take Pauly out for a walk.  I wore them to drive to my Mom's.  I wore them to a casual luncheon.  And I wore them for a late birthday dinner with friends at a nice little Italian restaurant.  My RED flip flops were everywhere today!


Throughout the day, I found myself pondering an interesting observation I made.  This gal I know was talking about how an old friend of hers had recently straight out lied about her to others.  This angered my friend.


"Why would she do that?"  she asked me.  
"Doesn't she know who I am?  
I could let out a tongue lashing that would destroy her!"


"But that's not who you are,"  I responded.


"Well not anymore... 
but there was a day when that's exactly 
what I would have done,"  she retorted.



That's when the light came on.  I realized that my friend's  "old nature" 
saw a potential opportunity to resurrect itself.   Those words of...
  "what she could do"  were not her own.   They were the ways and words of the  "old her."   That's how she used to react to things before she knew Christ.

Romans 6:6  
"For we know that our old self was crucified with Him so that the body ruled by sin might be rendered powerless that we should no longer be slaves to sin..."

Galatians 2:20
"My old self has been crucified with Christ.  It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me."

Galatians 5:24  
"Those who belong to Christ Jesus have nailed the passions and desires of their sinful nature to His cross and crucified them there."


The good news is that my friend no longer outwardly responds in the flesh in those situations.  This scenario, however,  brought to light that the next step for her is to crucify those memories that she is  speaking so that next time, she doesn't even think about how the  "old her"  would have reacted.

That old nature is dead and gone.  
No sense in digging up the dead!


What a great lesson!  I'm going to be mindful of my thoughts and my words... especially if I sense the old nature rearing it ugly head.  My thoughts become words... and  my words become my actions.   If what I'm doing is not pleasing to God,  it needs to be put to death on the cross.  If the words that spoke that action into existence are still being spoken... if they are still coming off my tongue, then I  need to nail them to the cross as well.  And if the thought still exists?   "God, I give you that, as well!  Take it from me!  Cleanse my mind!"

Death to my flesh!
Gail