LOOK UP!

Hebrews 12:3 says,

“Consider (Jesus) that endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, lest you be wearied and faint in your minds.”

Look up because in times like today, your very life may depend on it. We must understand that a spirit of weariness is trying to work its way into our lives through all the pressure and bad news that surrounds us. It’s working to get our eyes off the Word of God by bombarding us with negative forces. It is trying to get us to look down at defeat instead of up to Jesus.

If you let that happen, your spirit man will begin to lose its dominion. Jesus puts it this way in Mark 4. He said that when the cares of this world enter into your heart and mind, they will choke the Word and cause it to become unfruitful. And since your faith is the product of God’s Word,  that means your faith will wither. Once that happens, you are headed for disaster.

What can we do to stop this chain reaction of weariness?

Look up! Get your eyes off the circumstances around you and onto your heavenly source. Pray for God’s guidance through His Holy Spirit. Praise Him with all the strength you have. Consider Jesus who is the author and finisher of your faith. Consider Him instead of the cares of this world. Let His thoughts become your thoughts. God is your source, not the world. He can take care of you regardless of what happens around you.

Raise your head up instead of looking down. Then lift your prayers and praise unto the Creator of the Universe and the God who loves you unconditionally.

Heavenly Father,

When I am weak, you are strong.  I call on your strength, Joy, and Love to carry me through the trials of this world.  I thank you for the Blood of Jesus Christ that enables me stand no matter what comes my way.  Because of Christ I am more than a conqueror.  Thank you Jesus, that because you live, I can face tomorrow!  A-men.

Submitted by Jane Ahl

 

Submitted by Jane Ahl, PWOCI Prayer Coordinator

Psalm 22:7 says, “All who see Me; they hurl insults, shaking their heads.” Mockery was one of the primary ingredients in our Lord’s suffering. Judas mocked Him in Gethsemane, the chief priests and scribes laughed at Him with contempt, Herod treated Him as worthless and despicable, the servants and soldiers derisively jeered Him and brutally insulted Him, Pilate and his guards ridiculed His royalty, and finally, on the tree all sorts of horrid indignities and hideous taunts were hurled at Him.  Ridicule is always hard to bear, but when we are in intense pain it is so heartless and cruel it cuts to our very soul. As you consider this, consider our Savior, tormented with severe anguish and pain far beyond human ability to even imagine or comprehend. Then picture that diverse multitude surrounding their poor suffering victim, each “shaking their heads” or shouting out the cruelest words of contempt. There was so much more in Jesus than this mingled mob could see. How else could such a large crowd so unanimousity, ‘honor’ Him with such contempt. Surely it was evil itself confessing that, in the very moment of its greatest apparent triumph, after all was said and done, it could do nothing more than mock the victorious Goodness, which was reigning on the cross. Our Jesus was despised and rejected by men, how could He have died for people who treated Him so cruelly? This is love, divine love, love beyond measure. Yet we too, once despised Him in the days before He gave us newness of life. And, even since our new birth we have often enthroned the world higher in our hearts than Him. Even so, He bled to heal our wounds and died to give us life. I pray that we could place Him on a high and glorious throne in the hearts of everyone. We should long to proclaim His praises over land and sea until people everywhere come to adore Him as much as they once rejected Him.

Heavenly Father, as we go through life, remind us that how once we were sinners, and rejected you, that your unconditional love forgave us and restored us, so we can spend eternity with you.  Help us to proclaim this Good News to all we know and love, Amen.

 

Matthew 2: 9-11

After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen in the east went ahead of them until it stopped Matthew 2: 9-11 over the place where the child was. 10When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. 11On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh.

What an amazing story!!  Men who studied the stars for wisdom, which is a bad thing to do, somehow found God.   Astrology is occult.  It is forbidden in God’s Word.  But there must have been a true hunger for God in their search because He revealed Himself to them.  Not only by His Star that interrupted every other star they studied, but also by warning them in a dream to stay away from King Herod.

The wise men brought Jesus prophetic gifts.  God refines us like gold.  His glory reflects in our lives.  The streets of His Kingdom are paved in gold.  God says the prayers of the saints are like bowls of incense being presented before the altar of God.  Our prayers before Him are like a sweet fragrance of the evening sacrifice.  The bitter myrrh represents the bitter suffering Jesus experienced.  It is an embalming spice used in the Middle East.  This baby shower gift foretold His death.

Dear Father,  Thank you for the promise that when we seek You, we find You.  We lift up those around us, even those seeking in darkness or doing things that are wrong.  We pray that would be filled with true hunger for You and find You.  Thank you for revealing yourself to hungry hearts then and now.

Thank you for the gifts the Wise Men brought You.  God, refine us as gold.  Burn off every obstacle to Your Love and let us reflect your glory and grace in our lives. God we lift our prayers of praise, of thanksgiving, of need and want to You.  Let our prayers be a sweet smelling fragrance before Your Throne of Grace.  Let grant us mercy to embrace the bitter sufferings of our lives.  Give us grace to daily die to Self and return to You.

Most of all, give us wisdom that we might seek You.   We love you Father.  In Jesus Name, Amen

Submitted by Nicole Snider, Alaska Region, Administrative Coordinator

I recently heard the statement “Our testimony is our authority.”  It caused me to think about what exactly that meant?  First I considered what is my testimony?  For some people this is a really easy question to answer, as God has dramatically brought them out of a very dark pit (i.e. abuse, addiction, etc.).  For me, it has never been anything that dramatic; so more thought was required.  For a long time, I questioned the “validity” of my Christian walk, because I didn’t have a dramatic testimony to share, and then I was gently reminded that God made us all different and our experience(s) with him were meant to be as individual as we are.  So, although my testimony may not be as dramatic as others, I can definitely point to specific times in my life when God’s work has been more than evident and that is what I share as my testimony.

Next, I considered what is authority?  Dictionary.com gives the following as options for the definition of authority:  “a power or right delegated or given; authorization”; “a person or body of persons in whom authority is vested”; “an accepted source of information, advice”; or “an expert on a subject”.  Interestingly, there are numerous times throughout the Bible when Jesus instructs individuals to go and tell what He has done for them.  Throughout the Psalms there are exhortations encouraging one to tell of the Lord’s good works.  These sound like a delegation or vesting of authority to me; and who is more of an expert on what God has done in your life than you.  So, our authority is to share God’s good works and to shine the light into the world that the Lord has shined into our lives.  Therefore my sweet sisters, I challenge you today to consider what work in your life He wants you to share with others and then I want you to stand in the authority that He has given you and share it so that we can all “Shine in the Light of His Glory”.

Submitted by Kimchi Lya Blow
Jesus lived across the street from me in a white Colonial-style house with black shutters in Fayetteville, North Carolina. Jesus was not who I expected; actually, He appeared as a 5 feet 7 inch, attractive, zealous, vivacious, bold military wife of three beautiful children. How could that be? At first glance, I would’ve missed Him, probably like most of the religious leaders did back in the early days of the church. At any rate, He, or should I say “she,” kept showing up on my doorstep unexplained during a difficult period in my life. In January, 2001, I lost my late husband, North Carolina Trooper, John H. Duncan, in a tragic high speed car chase, leaving me widowed with two children. In fact, we buried him on my son’s first birthday. Life for me changed drastically and more would come. This naturally happens when Jesus is your neighbor!

The Jesus impersonator, who was my neighbor, AKA Michelle Fowles, loved the Lord in ways that I could not comprehend. She was this bright, energetic ball of fire that would somehow land on my door step early in the morning with words of hope and encouragement while juggling a cup of coffee and Bible in hand. However, some days I would quickly escort her out the same door she came! During this time, she was offensive to me because I was in no way, shape or form about to be converted, especially when this God she spoke of was in fact the same One who was in control of my life. I did not trust Him! One day, I even made an agreement with her. She could come over, but she couldn’t talk about Jesus or God to me. She agreed, but for Michelle, that was like cutting off her oxygen supply. Her visits would total about 15 minutes before she would burst into praises again about Jesus. And as usual, I asked her to leave. She was like a bad case of acne that I could not get rid of! Where was my spiritual Pro-Active when I needed it? However, most days she was more of a constant, loving support to me. I simply liked her. She would come visit me at 3 a.m. when she saw my light on because she was up nursing. She understood I had difficult lonely nights without my husband, and she would stay until I fell asleep again. I mean, who does this? Well, the Jesus freak across the street from me did! As months went by, my guard went down, and I began to enjoy and look forward to her visits. Her spirit drew me, and I desired to learn more about the Jesus freak across the street.

After many months, this awkward relationship blossomed into me actually visiting her house. I was in the home of Jesus! At first it was for coffee and conversation, but somehow it turned into a Bible study. To this day, I don’t know how she did it. After all, she was Jesus, a miracle worker! This Jesus freak possessed supernatural powers, and I was won over by her passion and love for others. One day, Michelle said to me out of the blue, “Kim, I want for you to come speak at a PWOC meeting on post.”
“What is PWOC and why me?” I asked. She went on to explain that she shared my story of John’s death with these ladies, and they wanted to hear about how I was doing. She impressed the fact on me that I had a message of hope to share and that it would be an encouragement to them. Of course, it was hard to say “no” to Michelle. Her middle name is persistence. I was afraid she would call down the fire of God on me, so I reluctantly said “yes,” and prayed she would spare me the wrath of God!

I recall the morning going to PWOC; I felt clueless. I possessed little experience with public speaking, so not only was I nervous, but also terrified, especially because these women knew about God. In those days, I barely trusted Him. I distinctly asked Michelle on the way to the engagement, “Michelle, how many people would be present at the PWOC today?” She casually responded, “just a few.” Relieved, I thought to myself, “Okay, I think I can do this.” After all, I owed it to Michelle because she supported me through the past months. This was my way of thanking her. Besides, how hard can it be? I wrote a couple of scriptures down and a paragraph or two. My plan was to simply read it, and life would go on. Better yet, we would celebrate with coffee at Starbucks on the way home! More importantly, I would earn my good deed for the day! I was oblivious to the set-up I was about to walk into, both physically and supernaturally. But again, when Jesus is your neighbor, expect things to happen!

We arrived at the Fort Bragg Chapel and proceeded into the building. To my astonishment, more than just a few ladies attended. It was more like 100 women, who, by the way, were all Jesus freaks! I thought I was going to pass out! I grabbed Michelle and whispered “uh, I thought you said a few ladies, Michelle!” She laughed nonchalantly, and I recall her replying with some smart comment about how God multiplies and something about fish! I could have strangled her that day! If it wasn’t for the gracious, kind welcome committee standing in front of us, I would have. The program started, we worshipped, announcements were made, and then the moment of truth came. I made up my mind that I would follow through because these ladies came expecting something. I didn’t know what, because I was just the little widow whose mind was on earning a Starbucks latte afterwards! So, I gave it my best shot and took my first step of faith!

Michelle, of course gave me some superstar introduction, making me feel like I was the President of the United States. The intimidation factor just kept on growing. These poor ladies had no idea what they were in for, nothing as far as I was concerned. At least this is how I felt. Anyways, I stumbled my way to the podium with my pitiful sheet of paper. The room was silent with anticipation. All eyes were on me, and the only thing I could do was open my mouth in faith and speak! Somehow I read through my 2 simple paragraphs without stumbling or cracking my voice too much, and even gave them a bonus paragraph, as I shared a little of my heart. I figured that bought me a muffin to go along with my latte afterwards. So, after what seemed like an eternity, only 5 minutes passed. There, I was done, or so I thought. I looked at Michelle to come rescue me, and she looked at me with eyes that were saying, “Keep going!” With mental anguish, I did what every seasoned speaker did and began to ad lib. Like every good Jesus freak, Michelle sat there the whole time cheering me on.

To this day, I’m not sure what happened at that podium, but it was like an out of body experience where I heard myself speaking without control of what I was saying. Whatever it was, it was good, or so I was told! Ladies were laughing and crying, and I was in a place I never experienced before—I was in Christ Jesus! My nervousness subsided, my fear disappeared, and I was actually enjoying myself. At the conclusion, the ladies greeted me with praises and thanks for the hope I gave them. I was overwhelmed by all the hugs I received that day, and felt the fullness of Christ’s love! For the first time in my life, I felt alive, validated, appreciated, and most of all, I felt a purpose for my life!

I look back on that day, almost 9 years ago, and I’m amazed by God’s provision and grace for my life. No words can describe the depths of my gratefulness to my Heavenly Father for saving me! Today, because of this Jesus freak who lived across the street, I am now a professed Jesus freak myself! Since then, I have spoken for PWOC International. I remarried a wonderful Christian military man, and we have 4 children all together. Currently, I write monthly devotions for the PWOC International website. I share all of that with you not to boast, but to show how the love of a PWOC sister changed my life. Her light shined brightly before me and guided me out of the darkness and into my destiny in Christ Jesus. Now I walk with the same light shining brightly! Thank you, PWOC, for providing me a sister who God used to offer me Jesus. Thank you, Michelle Fowles, for being my neighborhood Jesus freak. I love you all!

Christine Young, Europe President

As I shared in the first article, Europe’s mission is to “feed the sheep” based on John 21:15-17.  Jesus had told Simon Peter to feed the sheep three times.  I’d like to look deeper into that line of questioning with you.  Here is the passage:

When they had finished eating, Jesus said to Simon Peter, “Simon son of John, do you truly love me more than these?” “Yes, Lord,” he said, “you know that I love you.” Jesus said, “Feed my lambs.”

Again Jesus said, “Simon son of John, do you truly love me?” He answered, “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you.” Jesus said, “Take care of my sheep.”

The third time he said to him, “Simon son of John, do you love me?” Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, “Do you love me?” He said, “Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you.”  Jesus said, “Feed my sheep.

What did Jesus ask him before he told Simon Peter to feed the sheep?  He asked, “Do you love me?”   The key in the passage lies in that very question, “do you love me?”  Of course, Jesus had to know that Simon Peter loved Him.  He knows all things and yet, He draws this out of Simon Peter like water from a well.  The key is love.   IF we love the sheep we will in turn feed the sheep.   And I would also add that our love for Him, our love relationship with Him, supplies us with the love we have to accomplish His command to love the sheep.  If we are not drawing from that well of love, found only in the person of Jesus Christ, our well runs dry and we end up in the land of striving, pleasing and struggling.  If that’s where you are today, go back to the well!  It never runs dry and always satisfies.   God’s design is for us to love Him first before we love others.  In Mt 22:36-40, Mark 12:30, and Luke 10:27 we see that same truth emphasized.   In 1 Corinthians 1 we find another verse, “If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.”   Have you heard Ginny Owens’ song, “I am Nothing?”  It’s an excellent song and reminder that love is the first ingredient in everything we do.  Here’s just a sample of the lyrics:

I could travel over oceans, cross the deserts, climb the mountains
Just to share your story, bring you glory, and win souls for you.
I could sing like an angel, songs so humble and so thankful
Full of drama and emotion, so the world would know your truth.
I could give away my money and my clothes and my food
To restore those people who are poor, lost, and down-and-out.
Oh, I could succeed at all these things,
Find favor with peasants and kings,
But if I do not love, I am nothing.

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The Europe region update is published on the second thursday of every month. Submit comments or suggestions to: europepresident@pwoc.org

Submitted by Brenda Pace, SE PWOC Titus II

I’m really working on embracing the titles and descriptions of “seasoned”, “older”, “Titus II“, and “mentor.” I have a dear young person in my life that told me when he was 3 years of age that I would never be old because I was too short! Short or not, the age scale is moving upward and I want to embrace these roles and live them to their truest fulfillment.

This spring and summer I had an opportunity to take a further step in that journey as I was privileged to be part of the W.I.L.D. (Women Intent on Leadership Development) training team. The team was a great mix of women from a variety of stages in life, denominational backgrounds and leadership experience. I’ve been reflecting on my role on the team at my age and stage in life and have thought about what it means to serve in the capacity of a mentoring leader. Here’s the kind of leader I want to be when I grow up:

◦                 Is enthusiastic and interested–Enthusiasm cannot be taught, but it can be caught. A mentor who is enthusiastic about her relationship with God and her ministry calling will communicate that attitude through her words and actions. A mentor who exhorts will take the time to get to know what is going on in the lives of those she is influencing. Asking good open-ended questions is a great way to make this happen and it cannot be undervalued.  A fundamental principle of teaching modeled by Jesus is meeting people where they are in order to guide them where they need to be. Discovering areas where motivation is needed can come through the asking of good questions.

◦                 Depends on prayer–The mentor who depends on prayer will be strengthened both personally and relationally. One author wrote that mentoring is not an “assembly line process.” For the Christian, mentoring is spiritual labor and requires spiritual warfare. The enemy of our soul does not want to see more faithful followers of Jesus. A wise mentor will recognize that it is only the power of the Holy Spirit who can bring transformation in the life of another. No greater model for this can be found than Jesus laboring in prayer on behalf of his disciples and those who would come after in John 17. A life that is characterized and strengthened by prayer will overflow into the lives of those we mentor.

◦                 Is intentional about understanding a younger generation–Personally, I think the church in general has created an environment that is not conducive to mentoring. Mentoring is something that happened naturally in cultures/society of past generations. Churches need to be more intentional to teach about the importance of mentoring. There must be a challenge put forth for older people to seek out those who are younger, and vice versa. I would love to see churches and chapels provide opportunities (SS classes, sermons, leadership requirements that younger/newer must be paired with older leader, etc.) for this type of relationship to develop. Too often churches are segregated according to age; as a result there are few opportunities to build cross-generational relationships. It is important to remember that mentoring is not a program, but rather it is a relationship. It’s not about matchmaking, but in the church it is about creating a culture that is conducive to the development of relationships that provide opportunities for biblical mentoring to take place.

◦                 Is willing to be vulnerable—In a mentoring relationship, there is danger to project the best of one’s self. Leadership trainees need to see authenticity. They need to see that there are struggles even in those they consider “mature.” The need to see how a mature Christian deals with those struggles—mistakes and all. C. S. Lewis said it this way: “Think of me as a fellow-patient in the same hospital who, having been admitted a little earlier, could give some advice.”

I pray as this PWOC year progresses you are actively involved in being or becoming a mentoring leader!

©Brenda Pace, 2010

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The Southeast Region update is published on the fourth Tuesday of each month. Submit comments or suggestions to SouthEastPresident@pwoc.org

Submitted by Christine Young, Europe President

I’m big on sheep these days.   For several months now I’ve been telling sheep stories and now my kids are really tired of hearing my sheep stories and are anxious for me to find a new topic for discussion.  It’s become somewhat of a fascination of mine ever since the New Year started and I began asking God, “What is our mission here in Europe?”   He said very simply, “feed the sheep.”   There began my inquest into the world of sheep as it relates to the ministry of PWOC.     I was reminded of an excellent book that I had read years ago, “A Shepherd’s Look at Psalm 23” by Phillip Keller.   I had really enjoyed reading the book the first time and thought it wise to take a refresher course in sheep by rereading that book and diving into the Word.   It’s been great fun.

The mission statement for PWOC Europe is “feed the sheep.”  This is not a new mission or commission.   In fact in John 21:15-17 Jesus tells Simon Peter three times to feed the sheep.

When they had finished eating, Jesus said to Simon Peter, “Simon son of John, do you truly love me more than these?” “Yes, Lord,” he said, “you know that I love you.” Jesus said, “Feed my lambs.”

Again Jesus said, “Simon son of John, do you truly love me?” He answered, “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you.” Jesus said, “Take care of my sheep.”

The third time he said to him, “Simon son of John, do you love me?” Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, “Do you love me?” He said, “Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you.”  Jesus said, “Feed my sheep.

My thought is that if Jesus says “feed my sheep” and said it three times, we ought to take Him seriously.  I think this command, to feed the sheep, is particularly crucial and relevant as we kickoff bible studies and programming for the year.   What are you feeding your sheep in your chapter?  Is it good food for them?   Will it accomplish our first aim, to lead women to Christ?  What fields are the sheep in and when do you plan to move them to the new field to eat?  What will be in the new field to eat?  An interesting fact is that when sheep are born they gain approximately 100 pounds in the first 100 days.  Do you see the parallel to the new Christian and how important it is that we are thoughtful about what, where and how much we feed these new sheep?     As I gaze across the fields now I can barely tell the baby sheep from the adult sheep.   That’s how fast they grow.    Let’s all be thoughtful about what we are feeding the sheep.

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The Europe Regional News is published on the second Thursday of every month. Submit comments or suggestions to: EuropePresident@pwoc.org

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It’s a Wrap!

This is the final installment of Life Happens – Jesus Answers and “Journey of Transformation.” God is bringing changes to the PWOCI blog so it is time to say goodbye. Change is good when it’s God directed and I trust that He has many blessings in store for us as we Shine in the Light of His Glory.

To begin, I’m including the final paragraph from the July 1, 2010, entry for context:

By September 2002 my health disaster was out of control. Clearly, there was more than lupus ravaging my body. The time had come to take my health care to the next level. I needed answers and I needed them fast. Fortunately, God had an awesome rheumatologist waiting in the wings.

By October 2002 I was wheelchair bound. I needed assistance with eating, bathing, dressing and walking. I was carried up and down stairs. I was bedridden. The excruciating pain, weakness, and burning in my arms prevented me from using them except for balance. The slightest exertion exhausted me. Infected ulcers burrowed to the bone on my elbows. This was a new level of torment.

By the grace of God I landed in the office of Dr. Michael Baker and my search for genuine help was over. I slumped in the rented wheelchair, head adorned with a ball cap covering my unsightly mane, and tears streaking my red, swollen, disfigured face. Both Dr. Baker and my husband carefully lifted me out of the chair and led me toward the examining table. Not only was I nearly paralyzed, I was breathless from exertion, and virtually lifeless.

After a physical examination, lab tests, and a muscle biopsy, Dr. Baker concluded that I had a form of muscular dystrophy called dermatomyositis. This life-threatening autoimmune disease attacks skin, muscle, and connective tissue – basically, the entire body can be affected. Only a small percentage of lupus was present by comparison. The other autoimmune diseases were Sjogren’s Syndrome, Raynaud’s Syndrome, and hypothyroidism. Treatment was prednisone and intravenous immunoglobulin (IVIG) infusions derived from human plasma.

With this new information came the time to update my Exceptional Family Member Program (EFMP) data including the fact that I had only a five-percent chance of survival. Without treatment, or if treatment didn’t work, I would have died. Years later while my dad was dying I learned that I could have received hospice care because my diagnosis and prognosis were so critical. This is something more people should know in case they have gravely ill family members who aren’t necessarily terminal.

Once I was officially diagnosed with a neuromuscular disease I became one of “Jerry’s Kids” and received a custom-fit wheelchair compliments of the Muscular Dystrophy Association. I still have it to this day and intend to keep it as a reminder of the depths to which I plummeted and the brink from which God saved me.

In spring 2003 a knowledgeable army dermatologist gave me a remedy for the infected ulcers on my elbows. One part vinegar to one part water. You heard me right. I was so angry to have suffered for eight months with this torture and all I would have had to do was soak my elbows in vinegar and water! Of course, the remedy was just as excruciating as the ulcers themselves. So I took oxycontin an hour before soaking because the burning pain was too much to bear.

By July 2003 the ulcers were gone but they left permanent, hideous scars. I was able to drive by this time and managed to get myself to PWOC. I had to sit during the entire program and went straight home and back to bed after. In March 2004 I was able to discontinue taking prednisone but continued the infusions.

The promise I received from the Holy Spirit back in 2001 about this trial lasting about five years came to pass. From the time I began getting symptoms in January 2000 to the end of 2004 the ordeal was largely over. Five years. After that the recovery process began.

In January 2005 I began weight training for the first time since 2000 and could lift only 10 pounds on the leg extension machine (quadriceps). I’m still working my way up to 90 pounds which is what I lifted before the disease set in. My quadriceps and biceps were the most severely affected muscles in my body.

By May 2005 I no longer needed oxycontin and phenergan for pain and nausea, and I finished the IVIG infusions after 27 months of treatment. It nearly took a miracle for me to receive these costly infusions but God worked it out. By August 2005 my hair had grown back completely. In 2006 I continued serving at my local PWOC.

In October 2007 my rheumatologist declared me cured of dermatomyositis. I stood in front of the PWOC body and gave an impromptu testimony about my healing, and proceeded to cut up the handicapped plaquard once displayed from the rearview mirror of my car. It was an act of faith.

As I recall 1999 when I walked around our Germany apartment praying for God to transform me by the renewing of my mind (Romans 12:2) I had no idea how He would answer that prayer. I certainly didn’t expect Him to take me down a dark and tangled road. Having endured all this and more, I am convinced we are far better off not knowing the future. Anticipating suffering of this nature would render many of us immobile.

Having persevered and arrived on the other side, I understand why God chose this path for me. It was effective. He used my physical anguish to produce an inward cleansing and strengthening of my heart and soul. As a result, I am free from many old habits, mindsets, and strongholds that kept me from living free in Christ.

There is nothing like a life-threatening illness to get you in a position of dependence, humility, and focus. It creates sober reflection and laser sharp awareness of what really matters in life. The things I thought were important gradually fell away while life itself shone through as the most significant thing of all – that is, eternal life. “Turn your eyes upon Jesus, Look full in His wonderful face, And the things of earth will grow strangely dim, In the light of His glory and grace …”

God taught me many things through my journey of transformation thus far, but rather than sharing some of them in my own words I’ve chosen to let the Word of God speak:

Before I was afflicted I went astray, but now I obey your word (Psalm 119:67).

Blows and wounds cleanse away evil, and beatings purge the inmost being (Proverbs 20:30).

I was pushed back and about to fall, but the Lord helped me. The Lord is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation (Psalm 118:13-14).

And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast (1 Peter 5:10).

(More: Romans 12:1-2; 2 Corinthians 12:8-10; Hebrews 12:1-2; Psalm 103:1-5; Psalm 116:1-7; Psalm 119:71, 75, 92, 116-117; Isaiah 40; Isaiah 55:8-9; Isaiah 61:1-4.)

THE JOURNEY ENDS

It’s my hope that this Journey of Transformation has been a testimony of God’s ways, power, love and grace. I pray that the Holy Spirit used this story to encourage, to educate, and to challenge you. Never cower in the face of grave difficulties, but trust in God’s sovereignty, goodness, and mercy even when everything in you cries out against them. Because when Life Happens – Jesus Answers. May Jesus lead you gently through your own Journey of Transformation.

Submitted by Claudia Duff, North East Region President

I greet you all in the name of Jesus Christ!  The Messiah, Our crucified Savior, Our Risen Lord and our soon coming King!  I pray that the Lord has shown HIMSELF nothing but, faithful to you.  We are once again entering into our favorite season within the military . . . it is time to MOVE!  Many of you are experiencing the end of a deployment and the start of a PCS.  Some of you are going to exotic places like, Ft. Leavenworth, Wright/Pat A.F.B., and Rhode Island and let’s not leave out Detroit!  You guys are on the move!  During this busy season of packing and unpacking let us not lose our focus . . . JESUS.  Jesus has great plans for you and HE has already begun to put them into action.  We the NE REGION Board are working hard on your behalf to prepare a place for you once you arrive in our region.  But, know that God is preparing for you as well.  We must remember above all else we are Christians first.  As I was pondering all that is going on in my small world I began to realize that time is drawing close and we must be prepared to meet with our King.  Ladies, The King is coming and HE is coming just for you.  How delightful is that.  Below is a devotion that I wrote and shared with the ladies in attendance at Vision Week.

SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME.

SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME?

SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME!

“Then I saw Heaven open wide-and oh! A white horse and its Rider . . .  His eyes are a blaze of fire, on his head many crowns.  He has a Name inscribed that’s known only to him.  He is dressed in a robe soaked with blood, and he is addressed as “Word of God.” . . . A sharp sword comes out of his mouth . . .  On his robe and thigh is written, KING OF KNGS, LORD OF LORDS.”  Revelation 19:11-16 (The Message)

Every time I read these verses my heart pumps a little faster, my blood starts surging and I get just downright giddy!  My Jesus is coming! And HE is coming just for me! I also find myself daily living as if HE is not coming.  I am guilty of sleepwalking through my days.  My focus being that everyone in my home wears clean clothes, eat at least twice a day and my kids receive some type of education daily.  I seldom pause to remember that MY PRINCE IS COMING! In my mind I know that I have a Savior but, how often do I allow my actions to bear the fruit of that knowledge?  I began to ponder how different my days would be if I were to dwell on the Truth of God’s Word.  How different I would become when the power of God’s Word began to penetrate my daily living.  Ultimately how different those around me would be impacted when my faith met up with Holy Ghost power and began to manifest in my life.  I believe my “problems” would not intimidate me but, inspire me to ask God, believe God then wait on God to deliver.  And when deliverance comes I would accept God’s plan instead of my own.  When asked to do what I believe is impossible I would believe what God says about impossible – He says, “All things are possible to those who believe!” When faced with sadness or sorrow I would choose the gift that only God can give, “we grieve but, not like those who have no hope!” When bombarded with uncertainty I would choose God again and the peace only HE can give, the kind that passes all understanding.  My life would change if I began to live like MY PRINCE WAS COMING.  The cares of this life would not gain a stronghold within my heart because it would be so in love with my PRINCE.

SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME. – I believe Jesus is coming but, it won’t be anytime soon and I probably will not live to see it . . . people have been saying that for years!

SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME? – What Prince? What we talking about? I have no idea what this talk is all about.

SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME! – Yeah Baby! Bring it! COME LORD JESUS COME!

When I embrace each new day with this attitude I will live differently.  Everyone I meet will become important to me.  I will wonder if the lady ahead of me in the Commissary knows my Jesus.  I will pray fervently for opportunities to share the Gospel of Christ.  It will become important to me to minister to as many people the Lord places in my path.  My life will take on the purpose of Christ and not just my own.  I will live a life that draws me closer to the Kingdom of God.  Those around me will be impacted and I will be changed . . . forever.  Eternity begins today and never ends. Remember to take some time and pause, reflect, and remember that you are saved not just for yourself but, for the Kingdom of God!

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