Superlicious
Silly Sing Song Saturday! Here is K-Loves Encouraging word for the day:
And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body you are called to live in peace.
~ Colossians 3:15, NLT
Does that sound like Heaven or what?!!!!!! I am hanging with the super six at play McDonalds this morning. My lap top is fired up and I'm about to finally write my next chapter I was hoping to get to by Thursday "Convicted by God" . . . I'll post the link as soon as I finish!
And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body you are called to live in peace.
~ Colossians 3:15, NLT
Does that sound like Heaven or what?!!!!!! I am hanging with the super six at play McDonalds this morning. My lap top is fired up and I'm about to finally write my next chapter I was hoping to get to by Thursday "Convicted by God" . . . I'll post the link as soon as I finish!
Have
a Superlicious Silly Sing Song Saturday Everyone!! If you are looking for an
inspirational true life story to dig into, I cordially invite you to check out
my blog. I've written 87 posts to date. The first one is titled "In the
Beginning" I cover things like abortion, adoption, running away, dropping
out of high school, being married against my will, being divorced, being
assaulted by a stranger, Hearing angels singing, having prayers answered,
receiving a message from God, Being spoken to during prayer and so much more.
It
was God that called me forth to tell my story. While fearful I stepped out in
Faith. I am blessed beyond measure in doing so. Who knew?!? All I ever ask is
that you share my link should you find yourself encouraged or inspired www.youareworthytoo.com
This
last Thursday on my way to work I was listening to K-Love as my teenager truly
enjoys the humor and the songs. Funny how you can hear and sing a certain song
100 times or more and then out of the blue have it affect you so deeply. This
is exactly what happened to me! This was my post from Thursday on my Facebook
Page also titled You Are Worthy Too:
Tremendously Thankful Thoughtful Thursday. You know how in the mornings it seems your connection to God is sometimes stronger? This morning on my way to work a song I've sang 100 times came on. I am horrible with titles so it will require a google / youtube search. The line that struck me with great emotion was 'I find you when I fall apart'. It got me thinking about this journey of mine. I've had... bumps in the road like anyone else has. Moments I have been on my knees. But I will forever remember the day I fell apart for it was when I was convicted by God. I felt a huge pull on my heart to share how all that came to happen. It is out of order from the current 3 chapters of my life I am blogging on but when the Holy Spirit speaks, I am driven to listen. Look for my next blog I will publish before the end of today. I am calling it "Convicted by God" have a Tremendously Thankful Thoughtful Thursday my friends..
That
line, 'I find you when I fall apart' struck a chord and I fell back in time to the minute that God convicted
me. He is a loving Father. I have heard of others being convicted and how it
changed their life but until I experienced it for myself, I really did not
understand. I mean I have been down and out. I have balled my eyes out; I felt
like I have fallen apart countless times in my life and honestly I have. But
when I truly fell apart was when I was convicted by God. It’s not like He came
down and chastised me. No. Nothing like that. It’s more like being moved in a
way by the Holy Spirit that causes you to catch a glimpse of yourself and your
life through God's eyes while He holds you in His arms as you deal with the
truth. I think some have even called this process walking through the fire.
At
this point in my life, I was pregnant with Jeffrey Thomas; the baby God had
told was a blessing when I was in desperate prayer over my lack of faith in my
being able to take on another child. If you are curious enough that post is
titled “On My Knees”. I was past the house fire I have also shared under the
post “Saved by an Army of Angels” I spent no real time on the internet. I still
consider myself the worst googler in the world! The only things I did online involved
looking for free ways to advertise for Glidden Fence. I had built a webpage for
us on Merchant circle. I blogged on that site and posted fence pictures and I
emailed customers for my day job at Glidden Fence Company Incorporated. I had a Facebook page as well but I didn’t get
on that sit very much in those days. Somehow, I found myself listed on a site
called LinkedIn. One day about a month or so before my 41st
birthday, I received a message from a childhood friend asking if I was The
Wendy Glidden that lived on 71st St. in Indianapolis as a
child. I was so thrilled to have been
found by her, I instantly wrote back. We
began emailing back and forth every week catching up on each other’s lives.
The
weekend after my birthday, when I opened my email account, I saw I had an email
from my friend. When I first read her letter, I was confused as to who she was
talking about. In a gist, she informed me that she hated to deliver the news
that Danny had passed away on my birthday. I sat there staring at her email for
a minute trying to rack my brain about who on earth she was referring to. What
Danny did we both know and know well enough for her to assume I’d know who she
was referring to with just the first name. Danny, Danny, Danny. I actually said
his name several times and then it hit me like a lightning bolt. She meant
Danny Joe. I had introduced them once. I
fell back in my chair as if I had been blown back by an invisible force. I was
stunned. I sat back for a moment without moving. How long had it been since I
had even thought about him? Danny Joe had been my first love and even more importantly,
at a transitional time in my life, he was also my best friend.
I
cannot begin to tell you how this news rocked my world. I replied to her email
asking if she knew what had caused his death. She informed me there were a few
rumors and advised me to read his obituary. I did not stop there, I searched
his name. I wondered what had happened to him. In my search I discovered he’d
had two children with a girl named Wendy her last name also started with a G. I
also discovered he’d never married. I cannot tell you how hard this information
caused me to cry. As weird as it may seem I was morning Danny Joe. At one point
in my life I had believed he was my one and only. I wept uncontrollably. I remembered he had a
younger sister and I recalled her name. I checked out the page that was posted
on the mortuary that was hosting his funeral and I posted a comment. I don’t
know why but I also searched him out on Facebook. I was curious to know more
about him. I didn’t find him but next I typed in his sister’s name and found
the one I though was her and sent her a message asking if she was Danny Joe’s
sister. Indeed she was. She invited me to his funeral but I was pregnant and
there was no way Mike would have ever been okay with me going. It was in Danny Joe’s passing that I was
forced to see how drastically far from friends Mike and I had become. I wondered if I was the reason Danny Joe had
never married. We were going to get married. That was the plan. I questioned
whether me pushing him to sleep with me as revealed in my blog “Forcing My
Destiny” was the reason he ended up being a young father. I tortured myself
wondering would he have waited for me.
As I
continued falling back in time and seeing things through the lens of truth, I
was convicted again and again. It was when I truly felt apart that I became open to
all God had to offer me, including the truth about His Son Jesus. Tracy invited
me to hang out with her group of friends that got together once a week and took
a deep dive into the bible. This is when I met Tiffany and Jordan. I am the
only one out of that original study that still attends the small group. Funny
enough we are growing again. I keep inviting friends to come. It is through
Tracy that I also found Leavener and began fellowship every Sunday there. Not
long after I began going there every week, Rusty began the study on Jesus by
following along the gospel of Luke since he told the gospel in chronological
order. I found the ministry of Jesus
amazing. Rusty took the time to tie in the Old Testament prophesies and how Jesus
fulfilled them leaving no doubt that Jesus was indeed the messiah. I found
myself a believer of Jesus Christ. The
full message of Grace did not penetrate my brain until I attended the Crossroads
Great Banquet in February, 2013. When I wrote down what I felt were the ‘sins’
keeping me from forgiveness and then nailed them to the cross it all changed
for me.
When
God convicts you, you are forced to see the truth. You see how He has been with
you through trial after trial after trial. You cannot deny how much He loves
you. You see how judgmental you have been towards your heavenly Father. Or at
least that was how it was for me. I pushed hard questioning where did it all go
wrong for me and I suddenly I saw it all so clearly it broke my heart.
Jeffrey Thomas was indeed
a blessing. It is a good thing that my father and uncle came up with his name.
Mike had no desire to have any input. I asked how he felt about the name
Jeffrey Thomas and he said he didn’t care. I gave him a full 24 hours after
Jeffrey was born to come up with something. As it has sadly been after the
birth of each of our children, Mike was not there for me.
I find it funny that
I have come full circle again. I can want Mike to be a man of God all I want. I
can see how great he could be, but until Mike wants that for himself, he will
never be that man. It breaks my heart to know he has no desire to follow Jesus.
He mocks me for as much. My new nickname is often, "Oh Great One" which is crazy. I don't get his cruelty. It has puzzled me for years.
Last Thursday night, I found myself so fed up with Mike
I again went to my Father God in prayer. This time I kept it simple. Either
convict this man or remove him from my life. The next morning I awoke and found
Mike in one of his moods. While looking for a heavy sweater, he began tearing
clothes out of the cabinets on my side of the room. I asked what on earth he was looking for
and he said a sweater. I climbed up on the bed, opened the cabinet on his side
of the room and pulled out the bottom sweater. When it came out, low and
behold, my Great Banquet cross that says “Christ has chosen you” fell out of
the shirt and landed on my bed. I have looked everywhere for this cross. I lost
it back in May. The last time I had seen it I had taken it off after I had
fallen asleep because when I went to turn over I got tangled up in it. The
crocheted braid it hangs on is truly long.
I shook my head. If this was not a sign I don’t know what is! When I
went to work that morning I remembered I needed to email Marie’s teacher and
when I reached for her business card, I flipped over a coupon that was also on
my desk. On the other side of the coupon was an advertisement for an apartment
complex less than two minutes from where I work. It also just happens to be
in the same school district as my children currently attend. I no longer
believe in coincidences, I prefer to see them as signs from God. I picked up
the phone and inquired about the three bedroom units. Ironically they are less than the cost
over a years’ time as I was paying for childcare. There is a waiting list to
get into them. As all things are in God’s perfect timing, I know that when my
apartment is available the timing is going to be perfect.
This weekend, I informed Mike that
my boundaries are set. I let him know I wanted no fake gestures for it was not
up to me who he decided to follow. There are only two teams in my mind, Team
Jesus and Team World. I am completely on Team Jesus. Mike likes the lusts of
this world and that is fine for him. It just won’t work for me. I need a
household to raise my children in that has their focus on the right thing. I
really do love Mike. He says he loves me but his actions speak otherwise. Who
am I to try to get him to see things my way? You cannot force someone to love
you and treat you accordingly. They are both capable and willing, or as in Mike’s
case, where I am concerned, they are not.
I prayed to see clearer and while the
changes that have occurred due to my lack of blindness have been painful, I
look forward to the days ahead of me. I have been praying the same type of
prayer for too many years now. I have been given signs and honestly have been
like, “Okay God, got it. You are all I need. I can make it financially without
Mike, but . . . “. This makes me chuckle at myself. Look at how patient our
Heavenly Father is with all of us. We pray for answers and signs and
even when He gives them to us, it takes us forever to get it through our thick
skulls. It is no wonder we are referred to as sheep in the bible.
Mike knows I am leaving when my apartment becomes available. We have an
understanding. For the time being we are parent partners. He has 120 days
before I leave. Miracles happen every day. I guess he could still find himself
convicted by God but honestly I am not holding my breath. I am resolved. Lately I have found myself
reflecting on a conversation I had with the girl who returned my wallet. She is
still at a point in her life where she does not want to be revealed and her
name is unique enough that I will continue to honor her request and not mention
it, but one day she asked me about this thought she had had. She said, "Don't you think that sometimes Satan is so determined to keep us
from our purpose that he puts people in our lives to keep us
from it?" I have heard her in my head
saying that several times in the last week. I cannot help but wonder if that is
truly what he is using Mike for where I am concerned. It would certainly seem that is what the Spirit is warning me about. I have another friend
that recently had the pleasure of seeing Mike as he has often been when no
witnesses are around. There is no denying Mike has worked hard to keep me down.
Someone should have informed him, “I’m an Overcomer!”
It has taken me three full days with many breaks taken mid- sentence to
write this post. I hope it flows well for you. May you be blessed enough to
find yourself convicted by God.
Father God, I come to you today so thankful for how loving you truly are.
Throughout my life even when I thought you had abandoned me or were punishing
me, you were actually watching over me, guarding me from absolute evil. How
foolish I was to deny you, to challenge you, to question you. Thank you for
such wise advice such as Trust in You with all my heart and lean not on my own
understanding. Thank you for all the wisdom you have granted me. What a loving
Father you are indeed. Thank you for such awesome undeniable signs. Thank you
for your patience with me. Help me be as awesome as a parent to my own children
as you are to me. Help me extend more grace. Help me model true love. Help me
laugh through all the craziness the evil one attempts to put in my path. Help
me see even clearer. Open my eyes and my ears to all you have to show and say.
I am your humble servant Lord. Use me to the fullest. In Jesus name I pray.
Wendy, Mom of Many
© Wendy Glidden 2013