Ramona Isler: Posted on Friday, December 18, 2015 1:30 AM
Recently my pastor spoke from Acts 3 about the lame man who was healed.
"Now Peter and John went up together to the temple at the hour of prayer, the ninth hour. And a certain man lame from his mother’s womb was carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple which is called Beautiful, to ask alms from those who entered the temple; who, seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple, asked for alms. And fixing his eyes on him, with John, Peter said, “Look at us.” So he gave them his attention, expecting to receive something from them. Then Peter said, “Silver and gold I do not have, but what I do have I give you: In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk.” Acts 3:1-6
Pastor Darryl's focus what on what Peter and John gave the man when they spoke to him with the authority of Jesus Christ. But I got stuck on verse 2: and a certain man lame from his mother’s womb...
Ramona Isler: Posted on Monday, January 05, 2015 2:49 PM
What I'm Finna Do Is...
As 2014 comes to a close, I see lots of people reflecting on the year. All of us have suffered disappointment and loss. We've also had some triumphs and successes during the last 364 days. But all in all, I count myself lucky to have made it another year. I am still breathing. That means I have another chance to do better.
If I'm honest, I've been out of sorts for the last 5 years. I will not allow myself to remain in that state any longer. I am changing my mind about a few things (thanks Syrtraina!).
I'm not making New Year's Resolutions here. I am stating unequivocally that I am going to change the way I see things, change the way I do things and change the trajectory of my future.
I will not live out 2015 in fear of my own potential. I will embrace who God has made me to be. I will write, passionately, fervently and with the words that God gives me t...
Ramona Isler: Posted on Monday, January 05, 2015 2:47 PM
Deal or No Deal: Choose Wisely
Hopefully you have all seen the game show Deal or No Deal. The contestant choose a suitcase with an unknown amount of money value. Throughout the game, the contestant chooses other suitcases and finds out the value of the cases they didn't choose. After every round the banker offers a cash trade and the contestant must decide to deal or not. Take the cash and risk it being less than the amount in the case? Or reject the offer and end up with less than what the banker was willing to give. No matter what a choice has to be made.
When I was climbing out of the throes of my depression, my mom gave me a book for Christmas called, Choose Joy, by Kay Warren. I did not start reading it right away, because honestly I just wasn't in the place to hear and or receive it. But when I did start it, I was captivated right away.
I recently took a trip to Korea to visit my daughter, who is studying abroad this semester. (You should expect a *very* long blog post when she graduates college in May!!)
Every time I fly I make a point of praying for my safe flight, and for the pilots and flight attendants.. I pray for the maintenance workers, the baggage handlers, the people who load the food and the folks who stand outside and guide the plane. I lay hands on the actual plane itself and I ask God to carry the plane in His hands safely to its destination and to camp His angels around it.
I pray for the passengers. I ask God to meet each person wherever they need Him. I ask Him to calm nerves and soothe fears. I ask that if anyone has any bad plans that He would stand in between them and protect us.
I thank Him for the peace I feel in my heart as the plan takes off and I recite the 23rd Psalm. That's my go-to prayer when I...
1. The act or a result of breaking; break or rupture.
2. An infraction or violation, as of a law, trust, faith, or promise.
3. AÂ gap made in a wall, fortification, line of soldiers, etc.; rift; fissure.
4. AÂ severance of friendly relations.
I have suffered a breach. Choose any one of the definitions listed above and I have been in that place. Since July 4, 2009. The breach was my marriage. The breach was a violation of the trust I placed in my husband to remain faithful. The breach was a gap made in my future. The breach severed my relationship.
In the beginning I fell deep into the breach, trying my best to claw my way up out of it. My fingernails broken and bleeding in the holding on so tightly to what was mine. I did not want to let it go. It gave me purpose and meaning. It was my family and my life. It was all I had know for nearly 20 years.