I am a Christian, a retired teacher, a mother and a grandmother. I love to read and I love the Lord Jesus Christ! Unless otherwise specified ,all visual illustrations are from the YOU VERSION APP of the Bible.
Author: vicklea
I love to read! I’m a retired teacher with a spouse of 45 years, three amazing children and nine wonderful grandchildren. I am blessed!
I am absolutely the world’s worst at listening, but God is prodding me to work on that skill, so I will share with you what I am learning so far. First, in order to actively listen, you have to really pay attention to what the other person is saying and look at their facial expressions. I have found myself frequently doing other things when someone (especially my husband) thinks that I am listening, and I really am not. I read, fidget, look at texts, check my calendar, etc. I do a lot of other things instead of listening actively and I need to stop that. Second, I need to practice not interrupting. Who knows what the other person might have said if I had not decided to put in my two cents before it was time? I will never know because I interrupted. I think part of that is because as I age, my thoughts are fleeting and I want to say them before they go away permanently. God is reminding me that if it is important enough for me to say, it can wait and He will remind me of it if I forget. The third thing is to respond appropriately. That is much easier to do if you are being an active listener. I have found myself responding to a question that wasn’t even asked because it was what was in my mind to say, regardless of whether it made sense in the conversation. The respectful thing to do is to listen actively, respond appropriately and don’t interrupt. The whole kindness thing that God tells us to practice in the Bible can be applied to listening, too. I am getting better, but I am not there yet. Stop…look…listen. That’s a good thing to remember, not just for crossing the street, but for being an active listener. Stop whatever you are doing. Look at the person talking. And listen…really listen. You might hear something important to you, to the other person and to God.
Think about what it means to bless the Lord at ALL times. When we are on the mountaintop looking down at all of our past troubles, I think it’s easier for us to bless the Lord. What about when we are in the middle of the valley experience and the top of the mountain seems far away or even unattainable? Do we still bless the Lord then? Are we still praising Him when we walk through the dark forest of our lives, not knowing where our next step might lead but aware of danger or circumstances beyond our control all around us? Note that this verse starts with a choice…I will. We choose to bless God at all times, to never let praise be far from us. With the praise of God continually coming from our lips, the situations we face won’t seem so daunting or scary. We know He is right there with us, in that valley and those dark woods.
I wish I could say that I have arrived at the place where I always make the right choice to praise God in spite of circumstances. But, that wouldn’t be true. I am a work in progress and sometimes the Spirit has to remind me to stop whining and to praise. That’s where the joy is found…right where God is. The Bible consistently exhorts God’s people to praise. So, if you need God right where you are, choose to praise.
Do you know what a mediator does? What is his/her responsibility? What they do is to get between parties who disagree and help them to reconcile differences. That is the dictionary definition. Did you know that Jesus is our mediator? He stands between us and God and reconciles sinful man to our holy God.
Arbiter is a synonym of mediator. Have you ever seen this verse in light of the appearing of Jesus? Job was being assailed by one calamity after another and he recognizes God’s sovereignty. He also acknowledges that he needs a mediator…way back in the Old Testament. Some say Job was written before Abraham and after Noah. I don’t know about that, but I do know it was long before Jesus came and Job noticed that he needed a mediator between him and God. So do we all. That’s why God, in His sovereignty and wisdom sent Jesus.
One mediator…Jesus Christ! He is before the Father always and He always defends us once we know Him as Savior. He is the mediator that Job pointed to (with or without prescient knowledge, I don’t know). What I am thankful for is that there is so much in the Old Testament that points to Jesus in the New Testament. The two parts of the Bible all tell one story, of God’s plan. Aren’t you glad that you are part of it?
If you are like me and get frustrated sometimes about the spiritual growth in your life that you don’t think is coming fast enough, maybe it’s because you have fruit and you aren’t distributing it. I could do a checklist of the fruit of the spirit and say to myself that I feel that I have those qualities internally. But they are not meant to nourish me; the purpose of the fruit of the Spirit is to nourish others, both those inside and outside of our Christian community. It’s great that I am patient with myself and give myself the time to do what I want to get done. But what about when I am waiting for my husband, the Christian closest to me, to accomplish something. At times, I feel like I am patting my foot on the ground and looking at my watch every few seconds waiting for him to “get with the program.” To me, that is evidence that I am not where I am supposed to be. The good news, though, is that since I am aware of my shortcomings and what I am supposed to do with the fruit that God’s Spirit is producing in me, I think I will be more likely to nourish others the way I am supposed to. Christianity is not an overnight change just as fruit does not grow the day after you plant the apple tree. It is a process, and I am thankful that God is still working on me to get my fruit up to par and ready to feed others who need that kindness, gentleness, joy and all of the other fruits. And it’s not one fruit at a time that we are growing but rather all of them so that we can call them up as needed when we are ministering to others or just being a witness to them of Christlike behavior. I want more fruit, don’t you?
The Fruit the Spirit Produces
Paul, the author of the letter of Galatians, spends a large part of his letter explaining what it means to live by the Spirit of God. He describes what it looks like for Christians to live according to the Spirit, and also what it looks like to live apart from the Spirit.
One of the key distinctions for those who live according to the Spirit of God is that they produce certain external qualities. Paul calls these the fruit of the Spirit.
Just like an apple tree produces apples and a vineyard produces grapes, so we as Christians are also meant to produce certain things in our life.
Paul lists nine character qualities that should be evident in someone’s life if they’re walking according to God’s ways. They are:
Love
Joy
Peace
Patience
Kindness
Goodness
Faithfulness
Gentleness
Self-Control
Just like the fruit of a tree isn’t meant for the tree itself, but for others, so also the fruit of the Spirit in a Christian’s life is not meant for themselves, but for others. We are to love one another, take joy in one another, have peace with one another, and be kind to one another.
The fruit of the Spirit is meant to be grown and harvested within Christian community rather than in isolation. We were created for a relationship with God and others.
Take a look at the list of fruit the Spirit produces in a Christian’s life. Be honest and ask yourself: Which fruit am I producing? Which fruit am I not producing, and why am I not producing it? Take note of a few small steps you can take to grow closer to God in those areas of your life and produce more fruit.
The Levites were the closest people to God of all the Israelites because they ministered before Him. But they had to purify themselves repeatedly. I am not a scholar of Levitical law and practices, but I know that Aaron had to be purified before he first went into the tabernacle. I remember reading that those who were near dead bodies had to be purified and stay away from ministering for a certain amount of time. There were all kinds of laws about purification and offerings that the people made to achieve this goal.
The good news for us is that Jesus paid the price once and for all for us to be purified forever. Our sins were washed away and we are in right standing before God just because of Jesus’s sacrifice. No rituals, no animal sacrifices, just confession, repentance and maintaining that pure heart before the Lord by coming before Him regularly and telling Him where we have failed and need help. I am in awe of God’s plan. What started as so many laws and rituals ended in the cross and therein lies the pure heart that we all want to have before God. Jesus’s death was not an easy one and our daily walk may be filled with uphill battles against our own human nature to sin. But each day, we need to crucify our worldly desires and continue to make the choices to keep our hearts pure. Some days and some choices are harder than others. But it will be worth it…we have the promise to see God!
Is Your Heart Pure?
What do you think about when you hear the word pure?
Do you picture a tall glass of crystal clear water? A freshly washed load of white sheets? Or maybe someone who’s morally wholesome and good?
In the sixth of the beatitudes—a series of promises Jesus made about God’s Kingdom—Jesus said this:
“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.”
Matthew 5:8 NIV
The word “pure” means clean or blameless, free from corruption or contamination, purified by fire, or unstained by guilt. None of us can truly be pure on our own—despite our best efforts.
Before Jesus showed up, the highest ranking Levitical priests were charged with ministering and mediating in the holiest spaces (inside the tabernacle in the wilderness and, later, the temple in Jerusalem)—where God’s presence dwelled on earth. But even they had to be purified over and over again.
Now, because of Jesus’ ultimate sacrifice on the cross, He has paved the way for us. His blood covered our sins, and when we accept the sacrifice, He makes us pure. Now and forever, we can “come boldly to the throne of our gracious God,” where we can find mercy and grace when we need it most (Hebrews 4:16). Now, our bodies are the modern-day temples where God’s Spirit has chosen to dwell.
Being pure of heart is not about being perfect, but trusting in Jesus to purify our souls.
As Isaiah once prophesied…
“Come now, let’s settle this,” says the LORD. “Though your sins are like scarlet, I will make them as white as snow. Though they are red like crimson, I will make them as white as wool.”
Isaiah 1:18 NLT
Have you been made pure by trusting in Jesus? Today can be your day. By believing in Him and trusting in Him, you become a new creation, pure and blameless through faith. He paid the price for you to be made pure. Do you receive it?
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Do you have a daily routine? Just about everyone does. You get up at about the same time every day, drink your coffee (or beverage of choice), eat breakfast, take a shower, get dressed and if you aren’t retired as I am, you go to work. What’s missing? Oh, yeah! God!
God does not want to just be part of your daily routine, the devotional you set aside time for every morning or the Bible reading and prayers that you offer to Him. He wants to be the center of everything you do, including your daily routine. I have my devotional each morning because that is part of my routine. But I hope that I don’t leave God behind in my den when I start my errands and get busy doing other things. I take Him with me…He is in my heart, guiding my choices and my activities, if I will let Him.
It’s more important than ever in today’s world to guard your heart. In Biblical times, the people were not assailed by technology and all of the images on screens of all kinds that are meant to tempt us away from a relationship with God. Don’t get me wrong. Technology has its place in a Christian life, but it shouldn’t be in the center of our lives, in the place that God should be occupying. And when we are using technology, we need to ask ourselves if what we are seeing or reading is for the glory of God or just to make us feel good. If Jesus were looking over your shoulder (note that as God, He is always there), what would He see and hear? Does our daily routine make it clear that the Holy Spirit resides inside us, so the ungodly things have no importance to us?
I am working on guarding my heart. It is a struggle daily because of all of the little darts being thrown every time I pick up my phone to check a message or go on Facebook to answer a question from a friend. There is a reason Satan is called the prince of the power of the air, and being aware of that helps me be more aware of what I am allowing into my heart and mind. The GIGO (garbage in, garbage out) principle is not just for technology. It also works the same way for us humans. We are “fearfully and wonderfully made” but what we do with God’s great creation (our minds and bodies) is our choice. Knowing that the course of my life and my relationship with God is affected by what I consume mentally, then I plan to be more consistently careful about my choices. I want God to know that He is welcome to be the center of my daily routine and to live like He is right there all the time, because He is, if I invite Him to be and make Him welcome.
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In my devotional today, I discovered something that has been in the Bible the whole time, but somehow I overlooked it.
God’s first command to man was not to eat of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Doing so would result in a consequence of death. That is pretty straightforward, isn’t it?
God’s Mercy
After Eve and Adam were tempted by the serpent, they sinned. When they heard God in the garden that evening, they hid. They didn’t seek out God; rather, He sought them. God is still seeking sinners today. And when He found them, He did not immediately strike them dead as those who are paying attention to what God said earlier would expect. Rather, God showed them mercy. From the very first sin, God reacted with mercy. Yes, there were consequences: hard work for Adam, pain in childbirth for Eve and the ultimate consequence was that both would die someday. But not right away! God was establishing His authority and His loving discipline from the beginning. He is still showing mercy, sovereignty and discipline. Why? Because, just as He loved Adam and Eve, He loves us.
The other thing that I had thought about previously, but it was like a fleeting thought was that this banishment from the garden and the plan for salvation in Genesis 3:15 was not Plan B. God knew what would happen when He told man not to eat of that fruit and He already had a plan in place. Repentance and salvation were always Plan A. That is hard for me to wrap my mind around because I wanted God to stop them before they sinned. That’s not how life works. The temptation is there before us and we have to choose to walk away from it. When we choose to sin (when, not if), then God has a plan to restore us to right relationship with Him. Confess and repent. God looks for us, finds us and desires to restore us.
If you are looking for a good Bible study, I suggest the one I just started with the ladies of my church. It is online and easy to read and understand. It’s on the YouVersion and is called THE BIBLE RECAP. I just completed my first day of the study and what I wrote above is a summary of what I put in my journal this morning. God showed mercy from the beginning. God sought sinful man from the beginning. God is still working on His Plan A. And we are part of that plan. Amazing insights for me…maybe you already knew all this and you are yawning right now. But since I have read through the Bible at least a dozen times, I am in awe that every time I open it, I can learn something new about God, His character and His plan.
May God bless you to have the best day ever! Be blessed to be a blessing.
On Sale: October 1, 2024 ISBN: 9781335006301 Canary Street Press
For fans of Mary Kay Andrews, Jenny Bayliss, and Julie Murphy, #1 New York Times bestselling author Susan Mallery’s witty and heartfelt story of a mother who couldn’t love her kids more but hopes that, just this once, they please don’t come home for Christmas. Don’t come home for Christmas. . . Julie Parker’s kids are her greatest gift. Still, she’s low-key joyful that they want to skip a big Christmas this year. Her son Nick is romancing his bride Blair with a belated honeymoon, while her daughter Dana plans to purge every reminder of the guy who dumped her. Again. Julie’s excited to hole up for the holiday with Heath, the (much) younger man she’s secretly dating. Her plans go from cozy to chaotic when her kids change their minds and plead for Christmas at the family cabin in memory of their beloved father. Julie can’t refuse, despite being nervous about the over-the-top traditions her grown children still enjoy—and anxious about how they’ll feel when they
meet Heath and realize she’s been lying to them for months. She has justified her deception by insisting to herself that they’re not serious, despite the spark she feels whenever he’s near. As the guest list grows in surprising ways, from Blair’s estranged mom to Heath’s beautiful young ex, Julie’s secret is one of many to be unwrapped. Over this complicated and very funny Christmas, she’ll discover that more really is merrier, and that a big, happy family can become bigger and happier, if they all let go of old hurts and open their hearts to love.
My Thoughts
The latest book by Mallery is a romp through a snow-covered field of happiness and fun. I loved this story so much that I didn’t want it to ever end. The characters are realistic and dynamic. I especially liked and identified with the character of Julie, a woman who wants to spend time with her new younger boyfriend at Christmas, but without her adult children finding out. Her plans don’t work as she wanted because Dana and Nick, her children, are sentimental about this being the first Christmas without their dad, so they want to spend Christmas at the family cabin. A few minor changes in Julie’s plans become a big deal when Nick’s mother-n-law decides to come along, as well as Julie’s employee Huxley, Uncle Paul and her boyfriend and his children. What was supposed to be an intimate Christmas with just Heath and Julie becomes a family and friends reunion of sorts, and of the most hilarious kind. I felt a whole gamut of emotions as I read this great, multi-layered story. I was empathetic towards Gwen, Nick’s MIL, because she has difficulty relating to her estranged daughter Blair and Christmas just doesn’t seem the right time to set things right. I felt sad for Dana who has tried over and over again to establish a relationship with Axel, but he keeps breaking up with her and destroying her emotionally. I was thrilled with Julie and Heath’s relationship because he is the perfect boyfriend, attentive, loving and swoonworthy, too. I cried, I laughed out loud, and even gasped at some of the antics of the characters. This is a perfect read for the holidays because no matter how many people you invite to your house, I don’t think it’s possible to have as much fun as Susan Mallery’s big, happy family!
Disclaimer
Disclosure of Material Connection: I received a complimentary copy of this book from the author. I was not required to write a positive review, and all opinions expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16th CFR, Part 255, “Guidelines Concerning the Use of Testimonials and Endorsements in Advertising.”
This book is contemporary fiction and I would rate it PG.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
SUSAN MALLERY is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of novels about the relationships that define women’s lives—family, friendship and romance. Library Journal says, “Mallery is the master of blending emotionally believable characters in realistic situations,” and readers seem to agree—forty million copies of her books have been sold worldwide. Her warm, humorous stories make the world a happier place to live. Susan grew up in California and now lives in Seattle with her husband. She’s passionate about animal welfare, especially that of the Ragdoll cat and adorable poodle who think of her as Mom. Social Links: Author Website: https://www.susanmallery.com/ X/Twitter: https://twitter.com/susanmallery Instagram: https://instagram.com/susanmallery Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/susanmallery Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SusanMallery TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@susanmallery
EXCERPT
one — “But you’re a woman.” “Does that matter?” “I don’t know. Do you know how to tow cars?” Julie Parker did her best not to roll her eyes. At her age, it was a much less charming look. But still. “Your car is fine,” she said, trying for patience, but failing to hit the mark and landing on snark instead. “You ran out of gas on the 405 freeway. If we should be questioning someone’s ability to exist in the world, we should probably start with you.” “Hey!” The young twentysomething finally looked up from her phone and frowned. “You have attitude.” “I do, and a busy schedule. Do you want help or not? It’s twenty bucks for the gas and seventy-five for the service visit.” “Ninety-five dollars for a few gallons of gas? That’s robbery.” “It’s also the price you were quoted when you called the company.” Cars and trucks sped by on the busy freeway. It was a cold, rainy December afternoon, and Julie had a date with her very handsome boyfriend in a few hours. The last thing she wanted to do was waste time arguing with someone younger than either of her adult children. The young woman shook her head. “I’m not paying that.” “Fine by me.” Julie started back to her tow truck, gas can in hand. The woman hurried after her. “Wait. I’ll do it. So ninety-five dollars?” “Yes. Tax is included in the price.” She fished her credit card reader from her overalls. “You pay, I pour.” The woman gave her the stink eye, then reluctantly pushed a credit card into the machine. Less than five minutes later Julie had her money and the unhappy motorist had enough gas to get her on her way. “Is this your car?” Julie asked, telling herself to walk away but unable to do so. “It’s my boyfriend’s. He said I could drive it.” Julie pointed to the instrument panel. “You probably always know how much gas is in your own car. It’s something we keep track of without thinking. But when you get into someone else’s car, check the gauge. When the weather’s like this, you can wait a long time for a tow truck, and the side of the freeway is a dangerous place.” “Oh.” The other woman looked at the rushing traffic, then slid into the driver’s seat. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” “Have a nice day,” Julie called as the twentysomething pulled away, sending gravel up in a spray. She made her way to her truck, telling herself she’d gotten her good deed for the day out of the way early, so that was something. Thirty minutes after that, she pulled into the tow yard, driving under the big Parker Towing sign her grandfather had installed nearly fifty years ago. She parked the small tow truck she’d used for the call, then ran through the pelting rain to the safety of the main office where Mariah Carey’s version of “Santa Baby” played over the
speakers. She hung the keys on the pegboard in the locking cabinet and put the credit card reader on the docking station where it would automatically download and tally the transaction. Huxley, the office manager slash driver whisperer slash mother hen, looked at her over his reading glasses. “Why do you do that? Why do you take a call like that? I go to lunch and when I come back, you’ve taken one of the trucks and gone out to face God knows what in this kind of weather. I don’t like to worry. When I worry, I get hives, and then I have to go see the doctor and that costs our insurance company money. Do you want the premiums to go up? I don’t think so. But you do this. Every six months or so you think it’s twenty-five years ago and you’re still driving a damned tow truck. You’re the boss. You’ve been the boss for a long time. It’d be really nice if you remembered it.” “I was delivering gas, not doing a repo. I was fine. Besides, it’s fun to take one of the trucks out every now and then. I want to keep my hand in. The men need to respect me, and for that I need to prove my skills.” “A chicken could drag gas out to some fool who forgot to fill up his car. What skills are you going on about?” She laughed. “I had a good time. I’m allowed. Leave me alone.” “I can feel those hives popping out all over my body,” he said as she started for her office. “And Axel’s waiting to talk to you. He has today’s list.” Julie’s good mood instantly faded. She walked purposefully toward her office, not breaking stride as she crossed the threshold and headed for her desk. She ignored the tall, fit man standing by the window, a folder in his hands. As she took her seat, she allowed her gaze to linger on the baseball bat leaning casually against the corner. From the time she was eight until she was thirteen, her father had insisted on weekly batting practice at the cages up by the park. After all those sessions, she had a hell of a swing, and she wasn’t afraid to connect with a ball or anything else that needed hitting. Not that she went around beating people with a baseball bat, but it had been a deterrence on more than one call and keeping it nearby in certain situations gave her a sense of security. The world was a better place, at least from her perspective, when she knew she could handle whatever came at her. She never asked for help—instead she took care of the problem herself. She drew in a breath, then raised her head and looked at the man watching her. “Axel.” He moved toward her desk and set down the folder. “I have five for tonight.” “Five’s a lot.” She glanced at the papers. Sure enough, there were five cars the bank wanted back. They were all high end, late models with appropriately high repo fees. After taking 25 percent off the top to cover expenses, including the lookout car, the company and repo guy split the fee fifty-fifty. It was dangerous work for not much reward and a part of the business she’d never understood. But repo guys lived on adrenaline, and she supposed someone had to go out and take back that which had not been paid for. She closed the folder and pushed it toward him. “Try not to get shot.” Axel flashed her a smile. “Me getting shot would solve a lot of your problems.” “Why would you say that? You’re my repo guy. I have no interest in finding another one.” “You’re still mad at me. Any chance you could see your way past that?”
Mad didn’t come close to describing what she was feeling, she thought grimly, taking in his handsome face and dark eyes. He was the kind of man women noticed. A little dangerous, a little sexy, a lot of trouble. “How long did you go out with my daughter?” His smile faded and he took a step back. “About two years.” “How many times did she foolishly let you back in her life so you could break her heart yet again?” His eyes became unreadable. “Three.” “My count is four, but I’m not sure that matters. I’ll see my way past what you did to her when I’m good and ready. I’m thinking about thirty years, give or take.” He hung his head. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t,” she snapped. “Don’t apologize to me. I only hate you by association. And if you really care about her, then stop screwing with her life. Leave her alone.” “I’m trying.” “Try harder.” “The heart wants what the heart wants.” “I’m pretty sure your heart isn’t the body part creating all the trouble.” He looked at her. “You want me to quit?” Some days she did, mostly when she was holding Dana as her daughter cried because Axel had once again dumped her. Because he’d been right—when it came to him, Dana’s heart did want what it wanted and, unfortunately, that was him. But on the rest of the days, she liked having Axel around. He was dependable, he understood the business and he had a habit of taking new hires under his wing, so to speak, and teaching them the tricks of the trade. “You’re good at what you do,” Julie said reluctantly, staring out the window. “Stay away from her and we’ll be fine.” “You’re a good mom.” Words that should have pleased her but instead sent a quiver of guilt trickling through her. While she usually fell firmly in the “good mother” category, lately she’d been keeping secrets. Well, one secret. One big, tall, boyfriend-size secret. At some point she was going to have to come clean about him, just not today, she thought. It was three weeks until Christmas. Her kids had plans that didn’t include her, Heath— the boyfriend, though she didn’t say that word aloud—didn’t have his kids for the holidays, so the two of them were going to hole up at her place and enjoy a little one-on-one time with nowhere else to be. She honestly couldn’t wait. She carefully put the happy image out of her head, then returned her attention to Axel. “Go get the cars,” she told him. “The weather’s going to get worse. Remember that and don’t try any fancy moves. Those big trucks you’re driving belong to me.” The smile returned. “Yes, ma’am.” He took the paperwork and left. When Julie was sure he was out of earshot, she murmured, “And don’t get dead.” Because while she was pissed as hell at Axel, she wasn’t heartless. Besides, except for when he crapped on her daughter, he was a good guy and secretly she liked him. Well, at least when it came to Parker Towing. As for Dana and her devotion to the man, well, her daughter was thirty-one years old. At some point she was going to have to figure out how to move on. Because that was how life worked. You tried something and if it didn’t go well, you moved on. Julie’s father had taught her that, along with how to swing a bat, and she’d learned both lessons very, very well.
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