The Mouthpiece

Yes. I believe in God. I believe in His son Yeshua/Jesus as my Lord and Savior. And I'm pondering what I've heard and have watched with regard to what is going on in this country.

What has me upset right now is how the Christian community is treating each other over certain candidates. Believers are being divided and acting no better than the world. This is a concern for me.
Where is their discernment? What happened to walking in the fruit of the spirit? Love. Peace. Joy. Kindness. Generosity. Patience. Faithfulness. Integrity. Self-control.

Did anyone ever consider that some of our candidates are being used as God's mouth pieces? Remember, He spoke through a donkey. (A pun would be great right here. But I refrain.)

It is clear and loud what is being said to me. Christians, Messianics, and fellow Believers, have you asked God to forgive you? Repented lately? Or is a church sermon, for you, a moment of positive thinking?

The Almighty has standards for everyone. This includes those of us who confess we beleive in Jesus.

Believing is more than just saying so. It's supposed to be a way of life. But look at us.

We divorce. We remarry. We backstab. We schedule our lives around useless TV shows. We gossip. We lie. We slander. We don't take a stand for our poor and homeless. We don't take care of our widowed or elderly. We don't help our own families. We're vain and self-seeking. We allow babies to be aborted. We allow fornication and other sexual immorality. We don't seek God on a daily basis unless it fits into our schedules. And there is more to this list that it would take up my whole blog so I won't go any further than here.

WE CHRISTIANS ARE LIVING IN A CLOSET FULL OF STUFF THAT SHOULDN'T EVEN BE THERE.

The leaders have been and will continue to be a reflection of our own hypocrisy if we don't repent.

And if you don't understand what repent means, here you go: it means to change one's mind and to totally turn your back on something.

And what's sad: THE MAJORITY OF OUR PASTORS DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO REPENT.

Donald Trump is a picture of America's Christain values. They're stuck in the past. They think we're great. They think positive thinking and going through religious motions will pull them through. They're not even sure if they need God's forgiveness.

Once again, America will get the leader she deserves. And whoever that is will be a reflection of who the majority of us are.

PLEASE NOTE: This post is not to promote or not promote any politician. This is something, I've been pondering in my heart. America needs a change and it's not necessarily a political one. We need a spiritual change of heart.

Just saying...

Hugs and choclate,
Shelly

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America Will Get the President We Deserve

Lately, like everyone else, I've read and watched a lot of negative stuff on Obama, Hillary, Trump, etc. But as someone who believes in Yeshua, I need to stay away from this negativity. We all should, Christain or not.

I know in the past that I've dished out my own sarcasm and smart remarks. But I've decided to decline from doing this any longer. Really, it does no good. No one really cares to hear whining and complaining. Or maybe they do. It makes for a good fight and breaks up friendships.

Besides, since I believe in Yeshua/Jesus as my Lord and Savior, I am commanded to pray for them, I Timothy 2:1-4 First of all, then, I counsel that petitions, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgiving be made for all human beings, including kings and all in positions of prominence: so that we may leaf quiet and peaceful lives, being godly and upright in everything.

This is what God, our Deliverer, regards as good, this is what meets His approval.

He wants all humanity to be delivered and come to full knowledge of the truth.  (The Complete Jewish Bible)

And with the way things have been going in America, we need to get on our knees. From Flint, Michigan's water issues to shootouts(the most recent in Maryland), to race wars and candidates being attacked this doesn't seem to be America anymore. I can only imagine what is going on behind the spiritual veil.

What we see in the tangible world is the result of what's going on in the one we don't see. Ephesians 6:12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

There is a war going on so pray.

Quite frankly, there is NO ONE that I can trust to truly run this country right.

AND, there is not one candidate who holds my views on abortion, the 2nd Ammendment, Freedom of Speech and Religion, corporate greed, etc.

The ONLY ONE I can trust is Yaweh. He's in control. Not me. Not you. And not them.

Psalm 22:28 For the kingdom belongs to Adonai, and he rules the nations.

Psalm 47:9-10 God rules the nations, God sits on His Holy throne.

The leaders of the people gather together, the people of the God of Avraham, for the
rulers of the earth belong to God, who is exalted on high.

God is clearly in control. He already knows who will be President of the United States of America.

And I do beleive Ben Carson, no long ago was quoted as saying, "The American people will get the president they deserve." (I couldn't find it posted anywhere yet. But when I so, you can bet your bottom dollar that I will.)

Now that's a scary thought.

Hugs and chocolate, all,
Shelly

R.I.P. Sir Poops

On March 4, 2016, at around 11 AM, Sir Poops quietly passed away with help from Lap of Love.

That morning I woke up with tears in my eyes. I was hoping that he would go in his sleep. But he didn't. He was hanging on for me. I get that now.

Anyway, we did what we usually did when we got up in the morning. I took my levoxyl first thing. Then, took Hair Ball and Sir Poops outside to do their biz. Hair Ball on a leash and much assistance for Sir Poop's who was now paralyzed on his left side.

After, I fed them both, making sure Sir Poops got a whole can of his favorite food with a dollop of peanut butter. He ate it all and licked his bowl clean. Immediately following, I took him outside. The last several weeks, his food had been running right through him.

For a good 10 minutes, I let him sniff the air outside and watch the neighbors across the street. Something he loved to do. People watch. He loved socializing and snooping. Sir Poops was always the first in our house to know if something was happening across the street. He'd stand at the door and wait to be let out in his better days. He loved watching humans interact.

When the 10 minutes was up, I took him inside and cuddled him. He pressed his head against my chest. Something he had been doing for several weeks. We sat for a good hour before I walked him around the neighborhood in my arms one last time. He loved his walks, especially when the weather was cool like now.

At 10:15 AM, my best friend and her hubby came. They were there for support.

Not long after, Dr. Nil with Lap of Love arrived. She was soft-spoken, compassionate, and professional. She explained the procedure, asked me where I would like to do this, if I wanted a private or communal cremation, and took payment for the service.

By 10:45 AM, we were upstairs in my bedroom. Sir Poops loved my bed, especially the pillows. Prior to Dr. Nil coming, I had spread a sheet and a puppy pad out on top of my comforter.

Once upstairs, my best friend took Hair Ball into another room while the doctor injected a sedative into Sir Poops who was in my arms. He had a moment of anxiety while receiving half the medication. Dr. Nil stopped and waited for him to calm down. When he did, she gave him the rest. Within seconds, he was snoring in my arms.

This was my friend's cue to bring Hair Ball back into the room. It was then, that I laid Sir Poops on top of the sheet and puppy pad.

"I love you," I said several times into his ear. "You're a good boy. And I'll see you again in heaven."

Hair Ball sniffed at him and then just wanted all of the attention for himself.

My friend scooped him up and took him back to the other room. It was time for the final injection.

I was laying beside Sir Poops when it happened. My tears were falling all over the side of his face as I rubbed his exposed ear. Within seconds, it went cold and he gave up his spirit. I bawled like a baby. So did my friend.

Dr. Nil quietly said, "Go get Hair Ball, he'll need closure." She covered Sir Poop's with his favorite blanket.

My friend retrieved Hair Ball.

Three times he circled around his brother before he plopped beside him and sniffed. At one point, he stuck his head under the blanket. After, he got up and jumped off the bed.

Dr. Nil gently took Sir Poops paw and pressed it into a flat piece of plaster and clipped off a piece of his fur. A keepsake of him I'll have forever.

"I need to go and get my basket," she said. "I'll be transporting him to the crematory in it." And she left the room.

I cried. My friend cried. My fur baby was officially gone.

When Dr. Nil returned, she wrapped the puppy pad around him, and then put him into the basket. "His remains will be scattered in the Butterfly Garden, at the Pet Cemetary, in Sarasota. You can visit anytime." She covered him with his blanket and handed me a pamphlet on Honor Thy Pet.

She allowed Hair Ball and I one last kiss and sniff before she drove off with Sir Poops.

I found Lap of Love to be wonderful. This was the best thing for Sir Poops, and I would suggest this in-house service to anyone with a terminally ill pet. They're even there for you after your pet's passing. Very nice people.

I want to thank everyone for their comments on my last post. It's been tough. And right now, the house feels strange and has a weird silence in it.

Hair Ball has had moments of pacing and refuses to eat his food where he and his brother ate together. He feels as lost as I do, I suspect. But in time, we'll get better. At least Sir Poops doesn't feel obligated to stick around for me and suffer any longer.

Hope everyone is well.

Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly

I Missed ISWG Yesterday, Here's Why...

Yesterday, after Sir Poop's got up from his nap, he collapsed. I had taken him out to pee and he was in mid-stream when it happened.

So I rushed him to the vet. They said he had a stroke and may have more. They said he has a mass in his liver. They showed me the x-ray. They said it's cancer. That explains the orange-liquid poop, the massive amounts of whizzing, and the vomitting. They said there's nothing more they could do for him. They offered to put him down there. But my fur baby was crying from a distance. He literally yelped out "MAM!" This is the second time he has done this. I just couldn't do it there.

So I took him home. Prayed. Researched what death by liver cancer (IT'S PAINFUL!)Skipped dinner. Prayed. Cried. Prayed some more. Broke down and called Lap of Love. Didn't sleep. Held him most of the night praying God would take him instead of me having to do it. He cried most of the night with me. He even yelped out another "MAM!"

Tomorrow, at 10:30 AM, or sometime thereafter, Sir Poop's will breathe his last breath. Not unless God decides to take him Himself between now and tomorrow.

In the meantime, I'm going to let him watch all his favorite shows. The Price is Right being one of them and CNN. I kid you not. He loves television. And let him eat his favorite foods.

Never in a million years did I ever think I would have to put him down.

I'll apologize now, if I don't answer your comments. Pease understand.

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Hugs and chocolate, all!
Shelly

Eventually, I'll get back to my normal blogging routine.