Hope’s Battleground is Upon Us

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Doug Bolton, the founder of Signs of Hope, is writing a new book, “Signs of Hope for the Military: In and Out of the Trenches of Life.” It reaches out the military and veterans who may be battling anxiety, fear, depression, addictions, rejections, PTSD, and many other usual suspects. There are 22 military connected suicides every day. That is almost one every hour. We need to help stop those statistics. Be looking for more updates about the new book.

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I am excited to say Linda Clare is back with her monthly guest blog. This one is her best in my opinion. As always she speaks directly from the heart and doesn’t pull any punches. 

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Hope’s Battleground

For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. I Timothy 1:7 KJV

The day the doctor pronounced my mother legally blind in one eye, we both cried. That same day, a close friend, also in her mid-eighties called me, worried her only son’s fourth heart attack meant he might die before she does. I was still reeling over my own son’s recent psychotic episode—a meth-fueled outburst I’d never witnessed from him before. All the while, more mass shootings rocked the nation as gunmen took aim at innocents.

A man had shot and wounded US Congressmen during baseball practice. Whether from personal loss or mass shooting, that day we stood with our arms wrapped around one another, grieving in unison. Each fresh sorrow strained our shoulders. Spring would never come and our hearts would always be frozen, stuck in the numbness that presides over tragedy.

That day, hope got whupped by fear.

Fear like we’d never known—until. Until the Twin Towers fell. Until Dad got cancer, until the long-awaited baby died in his crib. Until. Now fear stormed our psyches, bullied optimism into the corner.

In airports, we’ve learned to be afraid of bombs in shoes—from now on we’ll glance about nervously at the stadium too. Fear will follow our days and lie down with us at night. We’ll worry our sons and daughters will die before we do and terror will stalk us if we go blind in one eye.

Life is so much scarier than in the good old days, some say. Now just going to the mailbox or heading out to ball practice might end it all.  But as the world grows more and more dangerous, we must not lose sight of life’s most dangerous thing.

Love.

Love is the most dangerous way to live. It runs into burning buildings. Real love swoops you up the day you come home and find your suicidal spouse sitting with a loaded gun. Love risks getting hurt, and doesn’t make blanket assumptions. Love hopes all things.

Love knows that if we cannot resurrect hope, our fears will surely come true.

I saw this up close and personal the night my son went berserk on a meth high—screaming obscenities, he threatened to shove a pot of boiling water off the stove and onto me. After the cops left, I went for a walk. I needed to pray.  I walked and sobbed.

I cried for my lost son, whose meth addiction has gone on so long that it seems intractable. I wept tears of rage for my failure to do as the cop admonished: kick out my two grown sons. Most of all, I cried because I was afraid. Afraid I couldn’t trust God anymore. Afraid God wasn’t there.

Over and over in scripture, my faith tells me not to be afraid. Christians are supposed to trust God, even when it makes no sense.  That day, I was terrified, not of the prospect of my son living his entire adult life as an active addict, but of something deeper. Love was excruciating. Hope had left the building.

I stumbled along, raking in gulps of air as my nose ran and my throat ached. I kept my head down in case neighbors saw me mumbling like a crazy woman.

At that moment, I feared God didn’t exist.

Living in fear instead of hope has chilling consequences. When bad stuff happens—like blindness or heart trouble or when a nut job with an automatic rifle shoots up a ball field—fear orders us to assume the future, too, is loaded with horrible events.

Fear said to me, “Don’t trust anybody. Keep your fists clenched, ready to fight. Lock the doors and sit in the dark. Don’t make eye contact with strangers, in case they’re ready to blow themselves up and take you with them. And by the way, your addicted sons are hopeless.”

Fear laughed. “There is no hope.”

My heart turned leaden. The beautiful mystery of an aspen tree’s leaves left me. Every prayer I’d ever aimed at heaven seemed stuck to one side of the sky—the way the wind pins trash against a chain link fence. What if the whole story—heaven, the God of Love, Jesus—is just a myth?

“God. You have to be there,” I said, “You have to be real. If you’re not, nothing matters.” My tears grew hot as I thought of my poor feeble-sighted mom, my worried friend, my struggling, addicted sons. How could a loving God allow so much heartache?

Fear gloated, but something else said, “Dare to love anyway.”

I sank down on the street curb; gazed up at the aspen’s shimmering leaves. I had no answers. Still, a strange sense of peace came over me as I thought about those I care for. “God, be there for them,” I finally said. “Be real to those who need love.”

Somehow I saw that hope takes its marching orders from the One who is Love. Hope says, go ahead, love your neighbor. Open your fist. Look people in the eye. Forgive them when they screw up. Be generous and compassionate and stop letting your judgments about other people splatter all over everybody. And even if you can’t quite do all of this, Hope says don’t stop trying. Keep right on loving, right on hoping.

It isn’t easy. If I could work miracles, I’d spit on the dirt like Jesus did, rub mud on Mom’s bad eye and she’d see again. I’d give my friend’s son a decent heart and I’d cure my son in his fight against meth. But even if I can’t work miracles, I won’t stop loving. Or hoping for a better tomorrow.

For a while, I let fear take over my life. I questioned the faith I live by. And Fear delighted in my weakness.

But Love answered, bringing with it hope I sorely needed. All sorts of disasters happen in life, but Love says don’t live in fear. Don’t assume the worst. With Love, we can hope for the best, trusting that we are all valued, watched over, loved.

I stood up and drew my sleeve across my wet cheeks. My tears were spent but I walked home surrounded by renewed hope in the Lover of souls.

If you get a horrid disease or you go blind or your child becomes addicted, that’s awful. I’m sorry. But as we grieve, look to love, not fear. And then we can get up and shine our love on somebody else’s hurt, another person’s tragedy. Tell them we love them and hand over a piece of our hope. Some may push us away, but we can’t stop loving, we won’t stop hoping. We’ll march out to the sandlot to play ball, even though there’s a chance people might die. Love smiles when hope beats the tar out of fear.

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What Will Your Legacy be?

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Doug Bolton, the founder of Signs of Hope, has written a new book, “Signs of Hope for the Military: In and Out of the Trenches of Life.” It will be reaching out the many military and veterans who may be battling anxiety, fear, depression, addictions, rejections, and the many other usual suspects. There are 22 military connected suicides ever day. That is almost one every hour. Doug wants to help stop those statistics. Doug sent off his mini proposal to an agent who is very interested in his concept. We will update you when we hear more.
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The Day After
Yesterday was the service for my brother-in-law. It was a beautiful service, and there were many memories shared. People stood up, (including myself) and shared stories about something we did with him.
Mt story was about traveling to Spain with him, and when we were in Toledo, Spain, I was having serious trouble walking the route the guide was taking us. It was up and down hills, and she was moving at a brisk pace. I fell behind the group and was laboring.
Another member of the group was hanging back with me to keep me company, but he was an avid photographer and I told him he was missing out on some of the things the guide was sharing.
He went on ahead. I struggled more. I had ear phones so I could hear what the guide was saying. But her voice got fainter, and fainter. It started breaking up. I knew I was far behind.
I was struggling so much I had to lean with one arm on the walls as I walked the street. I was out of breath, and sweating heavily. I thought I wasn’t going to make it since I have congestive heart failure.
Just about then as I came around a slowing curve in the street I could see my brother-in-law in the distance hurrying towards me. He had come back for me. He asked, “Are you all right buddy?” I told him I wasn’t doing too well. He put his arm on the inside of my arm and held me up. He missed some of the route because of helping me.
He stayed with me until we caught up with the group. He was a Marine, and I am a veteran myself. It was as if he was thinking, “No soldier left behind.” I will never forget that. It is a very fond memory of compassion from a loved one.
Other people stood up at the service, and they sounded similar in their stories.
Words that came out that described him, were:
  • Encouraging
  • Fun loving
  • Positive attitude
  • Love of music
  • Compassionate
  • Family first
  • Laughter
  • Traveler
  • Love for his wife

There were more, but I wondered if when I pass, people will be saying such wonderful things about me. Will I have such a great impact that he had on others?

How about you? What will your legacy be? Will it be one that makes other people proud of you, or it be one many will want to forget?

Either way, you still have time to build on your legacy. As my brother-in-law found out, you never know when you last breath will be. He died suddenly after a very short illness.

Start today. Love your family. Reach out to others. Help the needy. Be a compassionate, and caring person, and you too will have many people standing and sharing good things about you.

Remember:

You are never alone.

You are never forsaken.

You are never unloved.

And above all…never, ever, give up!

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We Shouldn’t Give in to Terrorism

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My mind has been overcome with the tragedy in Paris, France. I have been there. It is a beautiful city, and the people are incredibly nice. The food is fabulous and the views are spectacular. I was able to be on the Eiffel Tower and see the whole city.
The terror that the people of Paris have been going through is beyond description. People all over the world showed respect to them. On Facebook many colored their profile picture the color of the French flag. I was also one that did that.
What goes through the distorted minds of people who wish to terrorize and murder people? They all seem to die within days after these attacks. They never win. They say they are dying to please Allah.
Well, My Allah, God, Yahweh, heavenly Father, wouldn’t approve of their approach to life. He is a loving, caring, and compassionate God, who wants the best for His children. Not destruction, rape, the cutting off of heads, or terrorism.
This is the time for all mankind to come together and be strong against these misguided people. They have been brain washed by a few sick people, who want no more than total dominance, and total fear of all the people around them.
Let’s all cling to the following thoughts:
  • God is our protector and comforter.
  • He will help us through the storms of life.
  • The darkest part of the day is just before the dawn, and then there is the Son.
  • If we all united no one can overcome us.
  • Stand strong and the followers of Satan will be toast.

I read an interesting stat. the other day. This pertains to the United States:

There are enough American game hunters that have rifles to cover all the armies combined in the whole world.

I would suppose the enemy may want to think twice about attacking the United States on their homeland.

This is not a very uplifting post I have written today, but we are in serious times. We need, more than ever to be strong and rely on God to show us the way. He knows ahead of time what the outcome will be. We just need to have faith that He will protect us until the final outcome happens.

Remember:

You are never alone.

You are never forsaken.

You are never unloved.

And above all…never, ever, give up!

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Do You Believe in Miracles? Check This Out!

I mentioned on Facebook that I would be doing a post on miracles tonight.

Do you belive in Miracles? Have you witnessed one? Make a comment to this post if you know of a miracle that has happened. Some of them will be shared in a future post, with your name shared if you agree to let us do that.

I was at a breakfast this morning, and the Holy Spirit really brought out some wonderful stores from the men.

I am sharing three true stories with you now:

  • One of the men there said he had a friend that was on the operating table, and had gone into cardiac arrest. The doctors and nurses were frantic as they tried to revive him. They tried the shock treatments several times and there was still a flat line. The doctor noted the time, pronounced the man dead, and walked out. He started to take off his working uniform, but he had a funny feeling. For some reason he felt he should go back and try the shock treatment one more time. He walked back in the operating room and told the team to hook the man back up and try to shock him again. They all thought the doctor was crazy. He insisted, and they shocked the man one more time. The flat line disappeared, and the man’s heart started beating again. He is alive today because of a “feeling,” the doctor had.
  • Another one of the men out the breakfast table shared that his brother was once on life support is wasn’t expected to live much longer. My friend was summoned to Bend, Oregon to make a decision as to if they should pull the plug on his brother or not. My friend was ready to go  when he came down very ill. He couldn’t go the day they wanted him to come. He felt better a few days later, and called to say he was coming. The doctor was very excited on the phone and said, “I have no idea what happened, but your brother suddenly improved. He is off life support, and getting all his color back. It has to be a miracle.” If my friend had left on the first day he was supposed to, he may have pulled the plug too soon.
  • A third man at the table, was traveling over the Cascade Mountain pass recently, and the road was full of black ice. That is ice you can’t see, but is very dangerous. My friend lost control of his car, and was spinning right towards an on coming semi truck. My friend said he felt he was going to die at that moment. He tried to straighten out the car but it didn’t respond. This was a blessing because the car did its own correction and missed the semi by inches. After he came to a stop he saw that the car was in neutral. He then knew that if it had been in gear, he would have turned the car in the wrong direction. He never recalls putting the car in neutral.

These are all true stories that have happened to some of my own friends. All at the same table this morning.  I have my own stores about how God has spared me.

Our God is a powerful, compassionate, God. He can cause miracles in anyone’s life. Never give up! Always pray! God is there and listening.

EXPECT A MIRACLE!!

 

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