Building In the Dark


When Satan leave the light on for you, remember that God is our light!

When Satan leave the light on for you, remember that God is our Hope!

“For You are my hope; O Lord God,

You are my trust from my youth

and the source of my confidence.”

Psalm 71:5

I was sitting in the shade one afternoon enjoying summer’s intermittent breeze flowing across my face. The cooling relief felt good for those brief seconds, but never lasted long enough to abate the sweat droplets(perspiration rivulets?) zigzagging through my facial stubble. I love to sit in a large oak tree’s shade on late afternoons, praying and praising, and just talking with myself and God about my life—where I’ve been and where I’m going. This particular day, God took advantage of my time with him to remind me of a very special moment that didn’t seem so special at the time; I don’t look forward to a wasp sting.

I love woodworking, but my workbench was outside because it couldn’t fit inside. While routing a piece of wood one day, my hand felt as if someone had driven an icepick through it. I was under attack by an army of wasps so I ran for cover. Administering first aid, I prepared for war.

Outside again, I stealthily embarked on a search-and-destroy mission, and halted when I spotted a large, inverted mushroom covered with wasps. Only extreme vigilance would keep me from being stung again.

Even with my hand starting to swell, I began spraying a pesticide mist that knocked several wasps to the ground, but I noticed other rusty-red bodies who had me in their sights. I danced like seven demons possessed me while trying to avoid more of their toxic venom. As I had become a sudden threat to their family home, they shifted altitude and direction in their profound vengeance, their fury thrusting them forward. When at last the final wasp fell to the ground I claimed victory and headed back to work.

A while later, a lone wasp buzzed around my head, probably out gathering food and whatever was needed to enlarge the nest. When he landed on the bench I placed an empty paint can over him. Then rain began falling and I retreated indoors.

Three days later I returned to my project and noticed the can. I thought, surely the wasp is dead. I raised the can and out he flew; I couldn’t believe it. He’d survived the heat and darkness, and now he disappeared into the backyard haze. I was dumbfounded, not because the wasp was alive, but because of the small, three-celled inverted mushroom I found inside. God’s creature not only survived his darkest hour, but continued the life’s work God had given him. Though he may have been afraid and unsure of the future, he never gave up. Now he claimed victory over his enemy.

This little red-tailed insect didn’t allow circumstance to keep him from accomplishing his purpose. Our enemy wants us to believe we have no purpose, and through fear, tries to intimidate us til we give up. He sprays his toxic fog of lies and trepidation over us, doing his best to stop another of God’s creatures. Like that tiny wasp, God gave us certain individual characteristics and gifts to become like Him in our Christian walk and build His kingdom, bringing honor to His name.

Jesus said, "I am the door."

Jesus said, “I am the door.”

God exhorts us in His Word to make ready for Satan’s certain attacks, providing His Word upon which to draw our strength. Yes. He provides our armor to defend against the enemy and thwart his attacks.

“…be strong in the Lord[be empowered

through your union with Him];

draw your strength from Him

[that strength which

His boundless might provides.]

Ephesians 6:10-18 (AMP)

We must not delay our preparation until the enemy attacks, but don our armor and take up our sword daily if we hope to claim the victory. God’s provision of prayer is a communication system unequaled by any of today’s sophisticated technology. We must be ready to receive His blessings when we pray for them. Whatever the circumstance, ask God to bring truth to light, healing to your broken heart, and His love to your soul.

Once God reveals His truth, He begins directing you to press through and beyond your circumstances, but He will provide that prayer-answering truth only when you are willing to open your heart to it and lay every hurt at his feet. Peace comes only if you allow it, and give up your fear of your circumstances, for like the wasp, it is only for a season. Continue to build in the dark and stand astonished when the cover is lifted.

“Yet amid all these things we are more
than conquerors and gain our surpassing victory
through Him Who loved us.”

Romans 8:37 (AMP)

When circumstance covers us with defeat it is time to hold our heads high and remember we are conquerors. Nothing comes against us that will prosper (Isaiah 54:17). The beauty of it all is that, as we face this circumstance, God stands behind us as our rear Guard (Isaiah 52:12).

Have you ever wanted to give up? Be encouraged, for …

Now you can get on your knees and give thanks and praise to the One who has brought you through the darkness and into the Light.


“After you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace who has called you
into His eternal glory in Christ Jesus will Himself complete and make you what you ought to be,
establish and ground you securely,
and strengthen and settle you.”

1 Peter 5:10 (AMP)

Peace has arrived!

Peace has arrived!


Thank You Father!



No Short Cut to Grace

I see everyone is posting about the cold and snow affecting their lives. I’ve seen a lot of beautiful photographs and read wonderful stories about it. I reminisce about the snow and wish I could have a little of here in Mississippi for maybe a day or two. Wait, stop right there. I not being truthful. I lived in Indiana and North Dakota for several years and quite frankly I really don’t miss the snow. I will just enjoy the photos if you don’t mind. Your photos do bring up a few memories of living in the north that I chuckle at now. I’d like to share one with you if you don’t mind. As we say in the South, “Set your pretty little self down and take a listen.” Bless your heart!

  Driving Through The Essence

Driving Through
The EssenceA light snow had fallen and melted the week before my brother and I went hunting with my best friend, Mo, around Salamonie Reservoir in Indiana. We took his new, but used, 4-wheel drive Chevy Blazer with gigantic mud tires knowing that we could go anywhere we wanted. Driving down a gravel road we noticed a peaceful grouping of deep woods across an open field. Mo decided there was a short cut across a pasture and took off. No sooner had we started when our nostrils filled with that favorite country aroma that make so many ask, “What is that smell?” Whoever farmed this land had just finished spreading the field with fertilizer. Now, not that kind you buy in the store, mind you, rather that kind that comes out of the south end of a north bound cow. Some folks call it the Essence of Manure.

 It's getting deeper and a lot more smelly

It’s getting deeper and
a lot more smelly            We were about half way across when Mo started to fight with the rear end of the vehicle. For some reason the Essence combined with the mud from the melted snow rains was exceptionally slick. The steering wheel moved quickly from left to right and back as he fought to keep the Blazer straight. The fight was short-lived and we found ourselves stuck. Forthwith, we looked at each other in confounded trepidation–the four-wheel drive was not turned on. This may date me, but at that time turning on the four-wheel drive was accomplished from the outside by turning the hub on each wheel. While stopped we found the small amount of wind given by driving with the widows down had blocked most of the nosegay of bitter pungencies. Because we were so dumb as to not lock the hubs we received the blessings of unsavory suffocation.

Climbing out of the Blazer we noticed an old beat up farm truck swerving up the hill toward us. The farmer was waving and shouting some unintelligible words, so we waved back. He stopped, pulled a rifle from the widow rack and cocked the chamber. He stomped in front of the vehicle and said, “You’re trespassing on my land and I am gonna put a bullet right through your motor.” All three of us assured him that we thought we were on public land and apologized for being there.

He continued to shout and blame when Mo interrupted, “Uh, sir, your truck is rolling backwards down the hill.”The farmer ran waving the gun shouting, “I’ll be right back!”

 “In my anguish I cried to the LORD,

and He answered by setting me free.

 (Psalm 118:5)

Full revelation of why the scriptures tell us to pray without ceasing helped us decide exactly what to do; we locked the hubs and took off! The farmer chased his truck screaming obscenities while our deliverance arrived simultaneously.

 “The Lord knows how to rescue

godly men from trials.”

(2 Peter 2:9)

            I’m sure the saints above held their hands to their bellies and rolled in laughter as they watched three crazed idiots spin through Essence like the devil was on their tail. The scripture says to,

 “Do what is good and run from evil—

that you may live!”

 (Amos 5:14a)

            There are times when we see the peace and calm of someone else’s walk with God. We desire that same walk. The allure of the short cut across the pasture of life is so tempting, but given individual gifts our path to peace may be different. Take only the path directed by the Holy Spirit and get out of your own way. If things begin to smell a little, and the Essence begins to suffocate, hit your knees in prayer. We cannot take short cuts with God for it is only through His Son that grace arrives. Our walk is progressive and He will guide you in the path you should take. (Proverbs 3:6)

           On Top of the Mountain!

On Top of the Mountain!