Sunday, August 23, 2020

Sung to By Angels!

 This is a Free Chapter out of my book ~ "You Are Worthy Too: The Proof is in the Pudding" ~ my hope is that should you love what you read that you invest in my ministry by purchasing my book. Blessings to all who do for I was commissioned by God Himself to open up my closet and share my journey despite all my failures so that all who read will discover their own personal relationship with the LORD and learn about many blessings they may have missed during their own lifetimes.

Chapter 8 ( From the 3rd section of this Trilogy)


Give it to God and Let it Go 


Some have asked me why I blog what I think? I tell them, "The Holy Spirit inside me guides me to do so." It really is that simple. 


I have advised others to use their talents while I have hidden mine. Please don’t think me grandstanding, but I believe I have a gift. A God given gift. We are meant to share those. Mine is NOT that I am a brilliant writer. No, rather I think mine is being able to write what I hear quickly! I had a really good grade in typing class. 

A year ago, I had shared the song Beautiful by Carole King on my Face Book page. It had woken me up. I seriously thought one of the kids had gotten up and turned on the radio. It was as if they were having a little fun 

by continually turning the volume up. 


This is also during the time in my life that I was in immense pain daily. It was all I could do to meditate myself to sleep. Often I would lay in bed for hours with tears streaming out of my eyes before I could fall asleep. It was on one of these nights that I found myself asking God why I had to hurt so badly. I wanted Him to tell me what I needed to do to have a better life.  


The next morning, music was what woke me up. At first it was soft and it lulled me awake. I did not want to wake up yet. The music seemed to get a little louder and I heard more of the words. I still refused to open my eyes and was honestly hoping the child that was messing around with the radio in the living room would stop. Instead, it was as if a deep drum beat sounded off three times and the words repeated. I still did not get up. Again, that drum beat and the music got louder. It was the fourth time when I  pulled myself out of bed and shuffled to the living room ready to give the child in the living room a piece of my mind. 


You cannot imagine how confused I was when I walked into the living room and found it empty just as the drums beat again. The words were sung to me one more time as I froze in place looking at the radio that was not on. I could hear the music clearly but the source was not visible. I was so amazed. 


I went back into the bedroom and woke Mike up. He hadn't heard any music. I explained what had happened and then I sang the words to him. He did not recognize the tune. 


Convinced it was a song, I came to work and sang it to my dad and my uncle. Neither knew it. My dad said it should be a song. Oh how that makes me laugh.  


Anyway, it was my uncle who suggested I go to You Tube and type in the lyrics. That morning this was the verse that played in my head again and again and again: 


“You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face and show the world all the love in your heart.  People gonna treat you better you're gonna find yes you will that you’re Beautiful as you FEEL!” 


That day I searched for every version of that song I could find on You Tube. Not one of them came close to the Amazing instrumental version I had heard sung by what I was now referring to as the Angel Band. 



A little more than a year later, I found myself unable to stop worrying about an awful rumor a girl had started about me. Even though her lies held no truth, I could not stop my mind from worrying about it all. 


I had set up a table at a small town event for my health and wellness business. This girl came up to my booth and I had asked her if she'd ever heard of my company. When she said no, I gave her my little spiel. 


She told me she wasn't really interested because she cleaned her home with vinegar and made her own laundry detergent. 


I have heard this more than once, so I also shared the nutritional food aisle and the first aid aisles with her. I told her I would love to share the store with her and if she was interested great and if not, no big deal. 


She declined and walked away. Two other girls from other booths came over to my booth as there was no other customers walking through at the moment. The event as a whole had been a flop. We were all talking and I happened to glance over at the door and discovered this girl looking at me. I smiled at her and we continued talking about what a flop this event was and how I thought I wasn't going to do the next one even though I had paid for it and knew I wouldn't get my money back. 


When I wrote the events coordinator to let her know I would not be present at the last event, she informed me of the ongoing situation. I was confused as to whom I could have offended and she kindly sent me a link to see for myself. 


When I read the town thread, I was horrified. This lady had the audacity to say she felt like I had looked down my nose at her because she looked like a young mother. She claimed to be in her thirties. She credited me for words I would have never uttered. Her claims were so far beyond slander I had to calm myself before responding to the coordinator who had kindly informed me this lady was her personal friend. 


After I collected myself, I wrote her back saying that if this lady was indeed a friend she needed to tell her to stop telling outright lies immediately. I informed her I was a teen mom and I would have never in a million years made such derogatory comments. I also warned her that if her friend intended on continuing her claims, I would be forced to hire an attorney. As far as those two were concerned, it was over. 


Where I was concerned, it wouldn't leave my mind. I could not stop obsessing over what this girl had said about me. My name was associated with the lie as well as my company. 


 I got on my knees that night and prayed for God to remove it. In a gist I said, "God, I know this is nothing but I cannot stop myself from thinking about it continually. Please keep me from worrying about it." 


The next morning, I was awoken to another instrumental song. "Free your mind and the rest will follow!" That was it. Just once. Loud and clear. I actually sat up in bed and laughed. I knew it was not a radio playing in the other room for we were in our RV camping when I heard it. 


That day, I'll admit I thought about that girl and the nasty things she had said multiple times. Every time my focus turned to her, the music played and again I was told "Free your mind and the rest will follow!" It was about the fifth time it happened that I burst out in laughter and honestly haven't thought about that girl other than to share this story with others. 


It makes me laugh that God chose songs to answer these two prayers. Through songs is often how I communicate best with my children when I want them to “get” something without an attitude. 


I imagine the answer God gave me for these prayers is the same answer He would give all his children. He has never failed me and the better you get to know me. The more of my story you learn. The more you will realize and understand even those that believe in God will go through trials and tribulations. We all have days that are nuts. Just because I share my faith that God loves me does not mean I don’t live a regular Joe Shmoe life. 


My prayer for you today is that you see the Glory of God for yourself. 


May Your day be full of blessings. 

May Your Joy over flow. 

Whatever is troubling you today 

Give it to God and let it go!  


Wendy, walks with God, Mom of Many! 

Hounds of Hell? Do You Believe They Exist?

 This is an excerpt from part 3 of my book "You Are Worthy Too: The Proof is in the Pudding"

It was originally published as my third book "Angels, Answers, Signs and Wonders" But to save my readers money and to give them the entire story in one big book, I republished them as a Trilogy in One!

At the end of the weekend, I will be gifting away one autographed copy to the person who sends the most friends they believe would enjoy this book! Hope to hear back from you!

SNEAK PEEK:

Once, I really was transported. At the time of the incident, I did not really know what had happened and the friend I was with was so freaked out by the incident, that she was gripping the steering wheel and told me she did not want to discuss what had gone down.

Allow me to paint the scene:

It was a Friday night in the summer of 1993. Tami and I were headed down to French Lick for the weekend. I was getting ready to move down there in a couple of weeks. I had put in my notice at Glidden Fence. Chris and I had agreed that it was not healthy for us to work together any longer.

At the moment, I was pregnant for the fifth time in my life and I was planning on aborting the pregnancy the following week. It is not pretty but it is the truth.

I was going to go to Ohio to have the abortion done this time because they offered to gas you and it was a much nicer facility. The first time I had elected to terminate a pregnancy, I had gone to a clinic in Indianapolis.

I knew there was no way I could go through with it if I had to do it that way again. However, knowing I could go somewhere that offered to gas its patients so that they would not be fully aware of what was going on made the option doable in my mind.

I justified that if I had this baby, the father would never leave me be. After having to deal with Jeff over our children, and knowing how this guy was with his own children and their mothers, I just was not interested in having him attempt to control my life via a child.

I am not sure if my decision and what it opened me up to was why what happened that night happened. I have wondered if I was about to face something tragic that night more than once. I imagine I will not know all of the details of that crazy night until I am on the other side. For now, this is all I know:

The sun was on its way down and we wanted to make up for lost time. Tami and I had been shown a shortcut a couple of times and we were sure with the two of us we could maneuver the back roads on our own. We turned off of SR 37 and headed west.

We had driven in the same direction for about 10 minutes when out of nowhere the craziest animal I have ever seen appeared in the road. He was as long as the car and his face seemed to be at eye level with where we sat.

For twenty years, I was sure Tami had jerked the wheel and somehow kept us on the road around a turn off I had never seen. I thought this was the case because as we were truly spun, I found myself face to face with this thing through the passenger side window. I was stunned that this creature seemed to smile at me. He was so demonic looking. I’m not sure if my brain has ever identified anything else as demonic in the instant my eyes landed on it. If I was to categorize it, I would place it in the canine category but it was not like any dog I have ever seen.

I turned to Tami and said, “Did you see that demon dog smile at us?”

Tami’s face was as white as a ghost and her fingers clasped the steering wheel so tightly they too were white. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Tami said adamantly.

I sat back in my seat wondering what on earth that animal had been. With Tami not wanting to talk about the demonic looking dog like creature, I did not think I should pester her with questions regarding her thoughts and her driving skills while she was driving. I truly wanted to ask her how she had managed to turn the car so quickly. I hadn’t even seen a side street to turn onto when the demon dog leapt in front of us.

We drove on in silence for approximately another 15 minutes without any sign of a town. I think both of us were beginning to think we may be lost. There was no turning around. Neither one of us wanted to run into that demonic creature again.

Within a few minutes after deciding we were going to continue driving in the direction we were going, we saw signage indicating we were coming up to a stop sign. As we got closer I think we both gasped. We found ourselves directly across from the Coca Cola Plant on SR 37.

The distance between the Coca Cola Plant and where we had turned off the road would take a person a little over thirty minutes to drive straight down SR 37 at over 55 miles per hour.

We had not been traveling that quickly as we were unfamiliar with the road we were traveling down and it was dark now.

While I thought we had been traveling south and Tami thought we had continued traveling west, we had ended up driving for approximately 25 minutes on a back road well west of SR 37 and had found ourselves not only back north at least 30 miles on SR 37, we were on the east side of the road. There is no way to go over or under that road anywhere along that stretch of highway. The whole thing was unexplainable. We had turned off of SR 37 and we had headed west away from it. We never crossed it again until we came up on it from the east.

No matter which way you looked at it, with the time we had for travel, there was no way we could have traveled to where we had found ourselves without some serious help.

There was no other explanation outside of the fact that we had somehow been transported away from that demon dog. But why? What did it all mean? I was intrigued and Tami was spooked.

I think we sat in silence staring at that Coca Cola plant for an entire minute before I said, “How on earth?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s impossible.” Tami answered.

“We never crossed 37 Tami, how did we end up so far on the other side and all the way back here? It doesn’t make sense.” I reiterated.

“I know. I don’t know. I don’t want to think about it.” Tami said and put the car back in motion. “We aren’t taking that short cut ever again.”

“Fine by me.” I stated. That was the craziest looking dog I had ever seen and I had no desire to cross its path again.

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