Battle Axes and Spiritual Warfare

My mother was a warrior. She was the counselor at a small town high school – the students called her Battle Ax.

It has been a long time ago, so I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but it I think it was junior high school or a year or two later. I was sick – normal flu symptoms – that morning and stayed home from school. She went to work. We lived in a larger community about 15 miles down the highway. All of a sudden, without any warning, I felt extremely dizzy, disoriented, and called her at work, panicking.

She left work immediately, and while driving down the road, was telling the devil where he could get off – literally, no metaphors. And before she got home, I all of a sudden felt refreshed.

It was from her I learned spiritual warfare. I have used it in the seen and unseen realms.

In this same town when I had returned to live as an adult, I attended a church that practiced the gifts of the Spirit. Rumor mill had it that some in town viewed us as a cult. All I know is this church is the only one I attended (plus a home bible study of a friend of my mothers) where I felt the presence of the Lord. It was in that church that I taught high school. And it was in that church that I healed after a divorce.

If the church has failed us, I believe it is in this area: our spiritual authority in Christ. Deception is running rampant today, and discernment coupled with spiritual warfare is key.

The Spirit clearly says that in later times some will abandon the faith and follow deceiving spirits and things taught by demons. Such teachings come through hypocritical liars, whose consciences have been seared as with a hot iron.

1 Timothy 4:1-2 NIV

Have a blessed weekend!

Setting Sail for 2021

Now that the festivities of the Christmas season are over, I have amassed a list of projects to keep me busy, and writing more blog posts. I want to make a spreadsheet of commonly used Linux terminal commands, reorganize my planner, and as stated before, one of the biggest is revamping my blog.

My New Year Resolutions get written on New Year’s Eve, sealed and read the next New Year’s Eve. They, over the last few years, have morphed more into a letter to the Lord and what I feel He wants me to do. Plus a few of my own desires thrown in.

Ordered three new books today. One in response to a follower: 1984 by George Orwell. It will be interesting to see how current events line up with the book.

Next two in line: Blogging for God’s Glory in a Clickbait World by Benjamin Vrbicek and John Beeson, and To Show and to Tell: The Craft of Literary Nonfiction by Phillip Lopate. I have a weakness for writing books; most of my bookshelf is crowded with them.

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Jeremiah 29:11 NIV

This verse – read in context – is during the time of Israel’s captivity, with promises from God that He will someday return them to their homeland. I think it is a key verse for 2021.

Blog Changes

After my Christmas season is over, I am going to make visual changes to my blog. Will be slow-going for a short while, so while I am trying new things and testing changes, it may look somewhat wonky at times.

The subject matter may change a little bit – still focusing on God and more of Oregon – but not much. It will still be me behind these words. And if I can ever get to the beauty salon (haven’t gone in months), I may get brave and put my picture in a more prominent place.


On another note, I wish everyone a Happy New Year. I don’t expect 2021 to be a return to normal, I expect it to be what I have referred to in my posts since last autumn. Explosive, but of God. Good, but not easy, and requiring extraordinary faith. He will be the only One to hang onto in the days ahead. And I can testify, He is faithful. Or I would not be here.

My Whoville Christmas

My favorite scene in How the Grinch Stole Christmas has always been when his heart grows three times larger at a perilous precipice. But this year, it is the Whos in Whoville that captured my heart.

It is no secret that this Christmas has been unlike any other. My Christmas spirit was here, but greatly diminished. To try and make it better for one of my kids visiting, I had promised a Christmas tree. I forgot until the last minute and all were sold out.

So I made a declaration. We were going to have a Whoville celebration, we were going to metaphorically sing and celebrate without a tree. And even though my other kids being miles away, it has been one of the best Christmases I have ever had.

”It came without ribbons, it came without tags. It came without packages, boxes, or bags. Maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas (the thought) means a little bit more.”

How the Grinch Stole Christmas

Joy does not reside in circumstances, it resides in Jesus.