Sharing the Journey

Sitting just a moment ago, I was watching the television show, “ BetterTogether ” on TBN. I had been flipping through channels and heard the words, “Pray he dies.” What!? But that’s what the panelist said because that’s what had been said to her concerning her son who was born with some “challenges.” I was fully tuned in now and was blessed by their many testimonies. But what stuck with me most was when someone said something along the lines of, “Faith is not based on God’s past performance, but on relationship with Him.” But let’s back up to, “Pray he dies.” Hearing those words took me back to Norfolk Naval Station where my OB doctor in Germany had sent me after hearing I’d returned to the states for a family emergency. The clinic called me up in North Carolina and told me some tests revealed there was a problem with my unborn child, and I needed to get to the nearest military hospital. (Norfolk wasn’t the closest but that’s where I was directed.) Upon arrival at the naval hospita

  A woman of God whom I greatly respected and admired went home to be with the Lord a couple of days ago. Though she and I weren’t particularly close in that we didn’t socialize much outside of the church, I always knew she was there should I need her and I believe she knew the same of me. Her passing floored me and hurt me and in all truthfulness, it angered me. Why her? The response I got was, “She was finished.” Those three words have stayed with me and quite frankly are messing with me. Though she was able to enjoy senior citizen perks, she was not old. She was a vital part of her church and ministry. There was still so much more good she could do, that she was doing. But I’ve learned to not question God (which is very different from asking God a question.) Still, “She was finished” won’t leave me alone. Shortly after my last blog post back in April, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. While I believe with all my being that I am healed, should God choose to heal me on the other

            Have  you ever heard a word or a song or saw something or even smelled something that took you back to another time? More specifically, has it taken you back where you remembered you owed God a praise? You may have already praised Him when whatever it is that triggered your flashback happened, but it was so obviously His grace and mercy that you feel you need to give Him another “HALLELUJAH” shout?         That happened to me today. I was driving to my home from my parents’ home and listening to Bishop Reginald Davis of Refuge Temple Church of Burlington NC and he gave a testimony that took me back to somewhere between 1992 and 1995 in Warner Robins, Georgia.         Before I go back, let me share today’s events. I was driving down the highway with my parents going to the celebration of life service for my great-aunt. I’m in the slow lane doing just a touch over the posted speed limit, but I’m passing a car in the fast lane. After clearing him, I put my signal on to mov

  Victory! Bound for so long that I couldn’t see all that the enemy had done through me.   He established a pattern Of guilt and shame - made me afraid to call on that Name.   But King Jesus was standing by, heard the tears I shed - heard my silent cry.   He sent His Word and rescued me, dropped me to my knees to pray then stood me up on my feet.   Victory! It is mine to claim, and I claim it boldly in JESUS Name!     Free Indeed   Whom the Son sets free is free indeed but there’s still a work required of me.   Let the mind of Christ now become mine, no more walking in “feelings” no more wasting time. Rise up! Seek the King’s face; Pray in the Spirit; Live by His grace.   For it is not BY works that I have been saved, but it is FOR good works in Jesus’ Name.   Victory is mine! I’ve been set free Now I shall walk by the Spirit and be free indeed!   © Dutchess Horton Please note that t