09 May

Peace makers not Peace fakers


God calls us to be biblical peacemakers not peace keepers or peace fakers.

Move from these strengths 

C- Commited to the truth and reality

O- Open to growth, instruction and feedback

R- Responsible for myself and respectful of others without dishonoring myself

E- Empathetic and compassionate toward others without enabling people to continually abuse and disrespect me. 

Thank you to Leslie Vernick for this. Glory to God. 

When praying for others, when trying to help, remember these things.

  1. Who determines this persons reality? God? The official story? Science? Intel from thereof? Is it illusory, false reality?
  2. Where does their reasoning come from, what is the source of reason? Biblical? Adolescent? Mature? Christlike?
  3. Is this person thinking superficially? Do they recognize human dignity and worth, value of all people?
  4. Are they operating and reasoning from a place of poor self awareness? Arrested maturity? Trauma? Abuse?
  5. Is this a damaged soul without an understanding of life, love, empathy? Or do they simply operate out of fear?
  6. Are they people who have not taken responsibility fr their emotional life? Un-dealt with anger, emotional outbursts? Fear of rejection is what holds people here. 
  7. Do the others around you authenticate you (affirm what God says about you) or do people manipulate your with prejudice, false doctrines and opinions  of the flesh?
  8. Does this person present as your equal or your superior?
  9. Are they my friend or do they blame me for something? 

We cannot change people. Often we wait on others to mature. If you cannot love who you are given, you are the loser in this. People need acceptance not judgements. God never makes people clean up to come to the table 

Some replies you may use to help buffer difficulties…

If I have not responded to your pain, it is due to my own inability to see it clearly. 

I need a clearer picture of where your stand.

I am willing to hear you and listen, I can admit if I have been wrong. Be patient with my understanding.

I am open to love and reconciliation. I like to see things worked out. 

I am not proud of myself, I need some time to think.

Do the Right thing. Is not always about the right word, don’t stress, your prayers with Jesus can do immeasurably more than you can imagine. He wants to gove mercy and save them. 

The Kingdom of God has a big standard of operation. It calls us to love our enemies, to pray for them and give a blessing and goodwill to our persecutors. The child of this Kingdom, which is within us, does not insist on the legal rights of this realm, we cheerfully give things up in response to the supreme Law of love. 

Be merciful as your Father is. 

We are all a miracle of Grace if we are His own. 


24 May

Being in Christ…Spiritual Identity


The ultimate meaning of experience is felt in such a way that all of oneself is included….It is not the experience of oneself as a male or femail, as black or white, as American or European. It is rather the experience of oneself as being.”


Reflect on the ice breaking conversations in which we all engage. Next to the weather, the most common question has to do with vocation. “By the way, what do your do?” But is the answer to this question the truest window into who we are?

Of course, we require ways of defining ourselves, of demarcating ourselves from other people and vocation, economic status, race, nationality, and the like help us in the process. Who among us, though, has not wondered, “Am I not more than what I do, where I am from, the color of my skin?” We search for an understanding of ourselves that brings wholeness to the separate strands of our existence. We seek unity in our being. 

The gospel calls us to the experience of unward unity. This is not merely a philosphical idea. The inward unity of being that we seek is a gift of God in Jesus Christ. As the Apostle Paul told the Athenians, it is in God that we live and move  and have our being. Acts 17:28

In God’s love in Christ we come to know, at the most profound level, who we are. 

O God, we thank you for the joy of being made whole in Jesus Christ, Amen

An excerpt from a very old book my mom gave to me, A pastor named Roy Hall wrote this and it lines up perfectly with how the Lord has shaped my own life. Just the other day I said to my mom, I need to shed these labels. American, white, sick, depressed, green, thrifty…I suffocate on them. I am a child of God, my name is Marla, I am here to lead a crusade of love. I hold high the banner I was told to hold at age 10.  Late bloomer. A few delays. 

Church does not develop us, hardship does. The Bible clearly says it is perseverence built in fire that lasts through hard times and develops faith.

The media loves to group us and rank us by class, kind of how you manage large herds. I am not livestock, nor am I defined by this culture. At a time when finger pointing is high and blame is thrown like a dagger one cannot survive without spiritual armor but to wear that one must know the role of a warrior. You cannot know that until you read God’s Word and understand the culture war is exactly what rages against the spirtual development of God’s children.

My goal is to be a resource so today I give you a passage to read. Colossians 1:9-14. Read  and please note the Apostle says “keep praying and asking God to fill you with knowledge of His will thorough all spiritual wisdom and understanding”. This is the only way to grow in knowledge of God, to ask God. But to ask one must believe fully. Ask for more faith. God will hear you but will ask you to seek and obey. This means to develop your self disciplines,  slay desires, to reject time wasters and seek the Lord in His Word. We will never posess the Word of Life to save without knowlegde. Pray, pray, pray and I will pray for you dear reader.  I love you!

Feel free to share my posts, I serve the greater good of the Kingdom of God. None of this is mine, it belongs to the Lord God Almighty.



12 Jan




It was my mother who is 92 who always told me to have faith. Have faith in God, have faith in others. I watched her be a gift to the lives of so many people. She was effortless and refreshing and her style could not be mimicked.

I was not the essence of grace. A klutz, on my feet, in life. Awkward in my skin and undiscovered. I charged into the pasture once the gate was open to the world and it almost consumed me, which bring us to today.

The day before I turn 48, it is cold, rainy and morose outside but there are songs of praise in my heart. It is nice to sit here in the quiet, all I hear is the fishtank bubbling and the dog who whimpers in his sleep. I feel I have arrived at a very good place, there is evidence of it. The other day was nothing but tears on my face, uncertainty, words hard to hear fall on my ears. I wince, I cry, I pray. I lay in bed that night experiencing the peace I cannot describe. Peace that passes understanding, yes Lord.


And this message is pressed into my heart. Giving up is not an option. It may be a fire you stand in but as long as Mark 10:19 stands, I stand unafraid. There is a message put in my heart, one the world needs. But before it could be said I needed courage, I needed tenacity, I needed the ability to discern and make better choices for my life.

But I had to move, get out of God’s way. Stop inviting God to my plans instead of letting His beautiful plan unfold. Much of my life has been unplanned, I was not taught to dream or set goals. There was zero competition in my life. Yet somehow the designer in me managed to always decorate it and tweak it. As His Kingdom comes, my kingdoms fall. This mortal life will not last.

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So Jesus brought me back to here. This version, who didn’t care about others and was having too much fun with her Father. Well, my daddy lies in wait for the day he is raised up unperishable. And  I have found my True Father and He is more than daddy was, He showed me daddy is one day to be considered my brother in God’s Kingdom. How that has helped me let people off the hook. There is coming a day of reconciliation of God’s children.  When the relationships dissolve so will all the issues you took with people. Let go or be dragged.

I am consumed with the work of Jesus. A step I avoided at the ripe age of 13 when my dad said, you will have to testify one day. I took the detour, I went the other way and said no. I hated myself for that but I later learned dad’s ideas may not be God’s call. God’s call showed up when I was 18, her name is Jessamy.

I am a mother to more than she, God created this nest heart in me, many have rested there. My children share.  I hope today to pass the baton of hope to you dear friend.


Be a sanctuary to others. Stop, pause to help the downtrodden, the outcast, the broken. This is the work of Jesus. This is a call to action. Love the dirty teenager you don’t understand, the angry man that cannot shut his addictions down himself, the old person who repeats themselves over and over, the friend who gossips and brings negativity, the homeless one who clutters the walks.

There is a brokeness in all of us and love is the antidote. Small acts of kindness go far when you send them with prayers and blessings. Your dear reader have sphere of influence around you, people you can impact. We build or we tear down. We have tounges of fire, are you kindling the work of the Holy Spirit or torching the fires of hell.

You can make a difference right where you are. God wants us to evangelize the community. This is not door to door, this is social and it is adventure. Your identity in Christ is the key to your success.  Do not be scared, Jesus is immunity.

Message me, find me on Facebook and I will pray for you. I seek to be a friend, of you, of Jesus, of God.

Much love, Marla

17 Aug

Feathers and Pigs, oh my


Said goodbye to my friend, Mac my dog of 2 years. I rescued the little bugger and he was my faithful companion until the Friday before last. Diabetes set in silently and a choice had to be made. No vet I spoke to gave a good prognosis, only a financially draining and emotionally exhausting one. My husband is my best friend, when he gently said “it’s time” I nodded through hot tears and prayed for strength.

Holding onto my faith for dear life lest it slip away in my sadness, I held him as he went rigid then soft and his eyes had no more shine. Crushing, I cannot even begin to tell you when things get taken away in the fire of life and you understand loss. When a little sunbeam like my Mac came in and suprised me with love, losing him hurt more than anything to date, he gave me a reason to participate in life. I am prone to depression, Lyme left my brain with defects and the birds of sadness like my tangles. I could not make the tears stop, even though the entire time I know wallowing in the mud is not where Father wants me.


We resumed devotions, we two, back to me and Gunnar. I read my Bible aloud, I like the way it illuminates the room, it never fails he comes to me. They used to vey for the sacred spot at my feet. The battle is over now.


My wonderful soul sister in Christ is Tammy Trayer, also a penner and homesteader. You can find her at http://trayerwilderness.com for all of the links to her amazingness. She sent me this book after our last visit and said I would love it. I was so busy studying the issues in Asia and the need for help in missions so I tucked it onto my shelf for when the book I was reading was done. Well, I never didfinish the missions book. Those awful birds, they don’t stay away. Mac eas gone and the vaccum began. Saturday,I awoke hopeful and I cried, Sunday I was inconsolable but pulling my bootstraps up. Monday my hubby returned to work and the absence set in. Gunnar is a sleeper, there was this hollow vacancy at my feet. Dippy, Dippy, Dippy, I’d say. That was how I called him, in a silly voice, he was silly, he was never far away. My feather boy. He loved feathers, often carried them like treasures. How I missed him.IMG_5288

Sometimes you need a day and a book so I allowed myself to be drug by my son to my friend Jen’s scrapyard for truck pieces I pleaded to wait in the truck not feeling the best, so I read. Ever had a bad day? Get this book. Seeing other perspectives, sorted biblically, with human emotion but advice that is easy to use and relevant. Not a bunch of rules, libery to be a human being. Thank you Anita, my new friend. Get more of her here on her Facebook page. https://www.facebook.com/anita.a.brooks


I took the advice and began to play again, I have been on this mission for truth and after so much letting go of baggage that had attached itself to my soul, I find myself identifying with 10 year old me a lot. All glam gone, my needs are basic, I wear hand me downs, no makeup, my hair is wild as ever, I love the outdoors, plants, animals and I dig my Daddy. My biological father died in 2002, he was a disciple, a carpenter, a farmer and a guitar man. I got so off track when he was gone from my life, there really was no discipline and I did not respect my mother, I was a brat at times, I can say that now. I became the highest voice for me, the only one I was really accountable to was my boss. My ego was pretty jacked up at one point. I told my mom if she wanted me in her life she had to accept me and she did. However she never accepted my sin, she continued to point things out despite my agnostic views. She knew how to separate the sin from the sinner and keep on loving.


Walking our yeard by the creek where my dog is buried I stopped and found this. It is a fungus that is dried and fell off of the side of the tree. It is imperfect but beautiful, isn’t life? My husband knows my heart and he protects me with the truth, that is how it should be. We don’t mince words anymore of do dances around topics, my disease took every little wall down. When there is nothing left of our veneers the truth is waiting, I can tell you it is enough.


We both have learned the art of forgiving, the art of saving your words, holding the tongue and letting anger slip away. When I wallow on my pity pool he tells me. I learned that I had a huge discipline problem. I didn’t listen to my dad, I loved him fiercly but obey him? No,  not the rebel kid. I loved fun and laughter, I chased rainbows and sunbeams in fairytale land as a child, at the onset of teenage years and when the world rushed in and colored the water my beautiful curiosity turned to doubt. My father set an aswesome example of a human being but why could I not believe it when he told me I deserved better that the destructive habits I put myself in? He said I was more than my poor choices, if I let God into my heart I’d see that. He did such a good job being a good person,  I let him, my broken heart screamed “beyond repair” far too often. What I now know as the liar’s voice, I let satan in on so many occasions. Mostly my choices to go past a boundary or go deeper into something I knew was wrong.  Alcoholics are good at that, the remorse and guilt is crushing, they can become self hatred as in my case, it almost destroyed me sober.

My husband took over for my dad, he spent 11 years with me, long enough to asess my habits and challenge me on the ones that made him wonder. After many, many conversations over gardens, pigpens, and dinners cooked together we found this common ground of respect. Respect for each others story, respect for each other’s pain. we have allowed ourselves introspective conversations that were very painful but necessary. We made a choice to work though it all, no matter if it blew the other ones mind. We had what what were you thinking moments but when we get done our talks these days, there is deeper love and respect for the spirit inside that doesn’t give up. We love each others naked souls.

I believe love is a room we go in, of our own will. If you dare to enter, lock the door. I found that God’s plan is that we don’t walk out.  When I put my sin to death on the cross with Jesus, yes that is what we must do, we are asked to leave it there. If someone pays for something is it right to make them pay over and over? IMG_8088

About that whole Daddy thing, yes that would be God, my True Father, the one who created this cosmic beautiful glaxy we live in. He is real, He loves us, the world makes us blind. My mom is 92, I have no intention of being orphaned so I got right with my Abba Father. It was the best decision I ever made, besides the one to marry that man that still takes my breath away.



Seeing through the obstacles and seeing what lies beyond… what a gift that would be. I would be a master planner, few surprises, I can make life boring really quick. Is there really green grass waiting on the other side of every big mess I get in? Yes and no. I press in during hard times. Like today, I am frantically trying to make up for lost time. My friend is moving and I in classic Marla style managed to miss the forest for the trees once again. She she suffered with isolation and loneliness but I was never in the place of fully understanding how to help her. The situation too big for one person to solve alone and there is no help.  It makes me so incredibly sad. When we moved here my Dad waved at everyone, I remember asking him why, few ever waved back. He said other people don’t stop me from being friendly. What a good teacher.

Her issues never stopped me from being her friend. In my job I adopted several hearts who for some reason I found nuggets of gold in. My mom taught me to do that, find the best in people and love them. Leave the sins separate from the person. That means forming no opinions or making no judgements about them.


Which leads me to today, a headache and feeling not good but  comitted to helping and I want to be a woman of my word. In this world of texts and last minute cancellations being so easy now, I need to follow through for her, to settle my soul. I should have done more for her but this illness took my energy on so many occasions . So today in the heat I went again and tried to help her patch together what is left of 16 years here and get down the road. Starting over she said, I agreed. I have done my share of reinvention. And I think, me too. So today as I sat with these clowns turning the hose into a sprinkler for them, I giggled as I watched them. But I was by myself but not alone.

I sat on the bench and talked to God about my friend and her problems, I don’t need to reiterate, he was there. He knows her heart, He knows mine, He knows the ending. There is a huge mess there to be faced another day and my darling husband who is always helping my mind said that he loves my heart, my passion for good, but slow down. I know he is right but the eager child who wants to please her Father is energetic in spirit. I know the remedy for broken, I found the truth. I want to help others know that.

Mac would be really proud of me, he knew my secrets, my desire to love others. He was my teacher of selfless, the teacher of acceptance and patience, we don’t all move at the same pace. Slow down for the ones who slip some times. Walk softer my loves.

I hope you enjoyed this journey, it is one of love. We must learn from each other, build bridges don’t burn them.

Love, Marla