Wednesday, June 3, 2020

My Challenge to You

I am just as angry,  and appalled and sickened as much as any person in this country about George Floyds death, and how it came about.  I did not know Mr. Floyd or any of his family.  There are no words I can speak that would take the pain away from what that family is feeling right now. 

I am not against protests.  We live in a country where we have the right to protest, something good or something not so good.   That said,  I do not understand what is happening in our country right now.  I am no longer referring to what is going on as a protest.  I am calling it what it is...a terrorist attack on our country.  When someone is protesting they do NOT get on a bus and go to another city to "start fires".  They do not destroy businesses, smashing store fronts to get inside, and then STEALING or destroying the contents of that store.  My heart breaks for small business owners who have had little hope that their business could recover from being shutdown during the Coronavirus Pandemic.  I saw glimmers of hope on some of their faces before these terrorists attacked. 

How does what these terrorists are doing honor Mr. Floyd in any way?  I read an account by his family begging the violence to stop.  These people being bussed in, going from town to town are not being paid to honor Mr. Floyd.  They are being paid to destroy as much property or historical markers as they can. 

To Mr. Floyd's family, please know that I am praying for all of you. I cannot imagine how difficult, and I'm not sure that's a strong enough word,  losing someone you love in such a senseless, irresponsible way, and then reliving the tragedy that is played on a continuous loop on the media everyday.

When I watched about two minutes of the news yesterday, I thought,  'I wish there was something I could do.'  I listened to comments by the different governors of various states, talking about what they were doing or not doing. It was then I knew what I could do. 

2 Chronicles 30:27 The priests and the Levites stood to bless the people, and God heard them, for their prayer reached heaven, His holy dwelling place.  We need peace in our country.  We need a revival. We need to come together as a Christian nation. Leviticus 26: 6-8  "I will grant peace in the land, and you will lie down and no one will make you afraid.  I will remove savage beasts from the land, and the sword will not pass through your country. You will pursue your enemies, and they will fall by the sword before you.  Five of you will chase a hundred, and a hundred of you will chase ten thousand, and your enemies will fall by the sword before you" (NIV). As Christians we must reach out to Him in prayer.  I Chronicles 5:20 "They were helped in fighting them, and God handed the Hagrites and all their allies over to them, because they cried out to him during the battle. He answered their prayers, because they trusted in Him."

Now, my challenge to you.  After you read this post, I am asking you to pray with me.  Please include ONE other person....only one (more if you can) to pray with you.  Matthew 18:19, 20 "Again I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything, you ask for, it will be done for you by my Father in heaven. For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them."

My simple prayer is this:

Heavenly Father, I come to you this morning with thanksgiving in my heart.  I'm thanking you for allowing me to live in a country where I can freely worship you.  Where I can voice my opinion. Where I can give all the honor and all the glory to you. I worship you, and I cherish every moment you have given me.  I pray for the Floyd family during this crisis.  Additionally Father God, I pray for the police, the deputies, the first responders, the National Guard, and any one who has been in the line of fire and has lost their life trying or been injured trying to protect our country.  I am praying for peace and a unity that our country has not known for sometime.  I feel your presence Lord, even during these difficult times.  I ask that you bless each and everyone who reads this prayer.  My hope is that you will touch the hearts of the people whose hearts are filled with hate.  I pray for the United States, that we can come together...united again, in peace.  I lift all these things up to you, in Jesus, Holy Precious name...

Saturday, May 23, 2020


When I hear the word "friends" I often think of the show by the same name.  I have been blessed beyond measure for the friends who enrich my life.  It gives me great comfort when one of them reaches out to me and just asks,"are you doing ok?"  That comment usually manifests into a light-hearted conversation by both of us agreeing that we will stay in touch. But, do we?  Life sometimes just gets in the way. Or maybe logistics, we don't live that close to each other any more. However, I'm chastising myself this morning, and promising myself, I'll do a better job.  Sometimes I whisper the words, "Lord I'm tired."

When the Israelites were attacked by the Amalekites, Moses instructed Joshua to fight the Amalekites.  Moses promised to "stand on top of the hill with the staff of God in my hands" (Exodus 17:9, NIV).  Joshua obeyed Moses' directive, and as long as Moses held his hands up, the "Israelites were winning, but whenever he lowered his hands, the Amalekites were winning (Exodus17:11, NIV).  Moses' arms grew tired.  I'm not sure if Moses said 'hey I'm tired', or they just instinctively knew that Moses needed help. So, "when Moses' hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it.  Aaron and Hur held his hands up-one on one side, one on the other-so that his hands remained steady till sunset" (Exodus 17:12, NIV).

Having a friend to "count on" is a blessing.  A blessing that we can also be the friend to "count on".  We are still facing difficult and challenging times.  We may be back at work, but if our first check hasn't come, we are still struggling.  Be aware of where your friends are during this time.  A text, an email, or better still, a phone call.  All you have to say is, "I'm just checking on you!"  That pretty much sums it up.

Stand Strong and Stay Safe...


Saturday, May 16, 2020

Lean on Him

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God" (2 Corinthians 1:3-4, NIV).

The past few weeks (months) have been a challenge for most of us.  The past few weeks, as businesses begin to re-open after closing to protect all of us from spreading the Coronavirus, which causes COVID19, we continue to be reluctant.  Telling ourselves we will soon get back to "normal" in itself has been a challenge.  As a mental health counselor, what's "normal"? Is it what we're used to?

This morning I sat in the screen room, listening to the birds making their plans for the day. I drew in several deep breaths, and felt the cool morning air on my face as a gentle breeze tried to fix my "bed hair". I leaned my head back against the cushioned chair, and felt peace, joy and happiness. Where does my strength come from?  Philippians 4:11, "I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances"(NIV).  While in prison at Philippi, Paul wrote this letter to acknowledge a gift of money from the church.  Some of Paul's best works were written from a prison cell.  I heard one person talking about all the limitations we have had because of the shutdown of businesses due to the Coronavirus.  And the fear she is facing at "opening" those business. 

Another verse I go to often is the one Paul penned about strength.  Not his own strength, but the power, peace and joy he receives from the One he gives credit. " I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" (Philippians 4:13, NKJV).

As always, Stand Strong, Stay Healthy, and lean on HIM!

Sunday, May 10, 2020

I miss you Mom

I wrote this several years ago, March 17, 2012, because I missed my Mom...


I’m wondering if you’d mind Lord
To take the time today
Could you tell my Mom I miss her?
And I’d just like to say.
I know she’s there with you Lord
She’s as happy as can be
I know she feels much better
Content and oh so free.
I’m wondering if you don’t mind, Lord
Could you hug her once for me?
Tell her that we miss her
But we’re glad that she’s now free.
I know she’ll be there waiting
When you call me home some day.
I’m older now myself Lord
My days are numbered too
Tell my Mom and Grandma
I know they’re at your feet
It won’t be so very long
When once again we’ll meet.
Written by Kathryn Neff Perry
Copyright 2012

Saturday, May 9, 2020

Where's the Lamb?

I have tried to be an "obedient servant" however, there are times when I don't really understand what I am supposed to be doing, and "where am I going?" Or why?  Over the years I have heard the same question many times over.  "Why do you think this is happening to me? Is God punishing me?"  Probably not, but there are times I've wondered that very same thing.  During this Coronavirus I've wondered about the people who have succumbed to COVID19.  Or the people who have been out of work.  Including the people who are telling me they don't have a "job" to go back to.  No wonder people are on edge, or angry with each other. 

Now that we are slowly going "back" to jobs,  our lives are still not "normal" yet.  I'm wondering what our "new normal" will look like?  Will we be able to go back to church and sit in our same seat beside people we know and love? Can we go to a movie and sit in the same row with our girlfriends?  What will eating in a restaurant look like?  My guess is, we are not going to know until it happens.  I thought about calling my dog groomer to see if she would cut my hair, since hair and nail salons are still not open!

Scripture tells me to be patient. Seriously? I think two months is adequate.  When I started thinking about how long it's been since I was able to sit face to face with a girlfriend over lunch. How long has it been since we could hug each other hello or good-bye?  Go to the grocery store without a mask? Or keep a doctors appointment by waiting outside in my own car, waiting for them to come get me.  And they approach the car looking like Darth Vader. If I've accomplished nothing else these past few months, I am learning to wait.  My grandmother used to say patience is a virtue.  I apparently wasn't born with that gene. Psalm 27:14, Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord (NIV).

I can't imagine how Abraham processed God's command to; "Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains  I will tell you about" (Genesis 22:2, NIV).  I'm wondering if Abraham had doubts, if he had questions? Why is this happening to me? Is God punishing me? When Abraham and Isaac were climbing the mountain, Isaac asked his father "where is the lamb for the burnt offering" (Genesis 22:7, NIV)? And his father Abraham replied, "God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering my son" (Genesis 22:8, NIV).   I'm wondering what thoughts were in Abraham's head.  Even though Abraham continued to build the alter, place the wood on that alter, and place his son on top.  Now while all of that was going on, on the other side of the mountain, a ram was making its way to the top.  Abraham demonstrated great faith, and obedience.  I don't think I could do that, knowing the love I have for my children. 

So my thoughts for today are that, I want the kind of faith Abraham displayed.  He "took the knife to slay his son. But the angel of the Lord called out to him from heaven...Do not lay a hand on the boy" (Genesis 22:10-12, NIV).  I want to be an obedient servant, just as Abraham was.

 Sometimes I forget, during this "shelter-in-place" and social distancing,  is the sacrificial lamb on the other side of this mountain I'm climbing?  Yes, I think it is.  And the still small voice inside my head is whispering to me, "just be patient, and wait for Me."

Stand Strong and Stay Healthy



Thursday, May 7, 2020

Hello Bird

I woke up this morning feeling rested and ready to start my day.  I stretched, and glanced at the clock on the night stand.  I read '4:18'.  I rubbed my eyes thinking they were playing a trick on me.  Marley realized I was awake and promptly encouraged me to follow through.  I got up, making my way to the shadows looming in the kitchen.  The boys (Marley and Meko) followed me outside to find the paper, somewhere in the driveway, only to remember we aren't getting a paper two days a week now.  As I walked down the sidewalk, motion sensor lights marked my path.  When I reached the front of the house I heard a faint tapping noise, it sounded like on medal?  The fog started to drift from my brain, and my eyes caught sight of the American flag, proudly showing her colors, flapping in this mornings breeze.  The pulley gently tapped the flag pole, as if to say, "I'm here representing all the men and women who have fought the valiant fight, so that you could live in a country so free." And reminding me that freedom isn't free.  For a few moments, tears welled in my eyes.  I was standing, in the dark on the sidewalk beside my home. I do not live in a war zone.  I do not live in a neighborhood where we are threatened by 'drive-by-shootings'.  I live in a neighborhood where we all look out for each other.

The sun just woke up, and the little bird "alarm clock" must have gone off, because they are outside announcing the beginning of a brand new day.  During my devotions this morning, I lifted several people, families up in prayer.  I don't remember which devotional admonished me to keep praying, not to give up. Don't stop praying. Keep trusting the Lord. Love the people the Lord puts in your path. I've been praying for peace for what seems a very long time.  The flag whipping in the wind this morning reminded me, not to give up.  Keep praying for peace. I'm praying our country can come together. After all, our name implies we are...together.  The United States of America. Stop fighting, stop hating, stop judging. That first little bird, whose voice I recognized, was singing a worship and praise song. I have hope. I have peace, and I choose joy.

A verse that soothes my soul is in Psalms.  "I sought the Lord, and He answered me; He delivered me from all my fears"(Psalms 34:4, NIV).  What would this country look like if we looked through a lens of love?

Stand Strong and Stay Healthy



Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Wishing I Could....

Hey, Mom
It’s not the same without you,
When I kissed your cheek that day,
I just stopped to tell you,
But, I really couldn’t stay.

You said that you kept busy,
And you missed me everyday,
I just stopped to tell you,
But, I really couldn’t stay.

I saw the tear slide down your cheek,
Don’t worry Mom, I’ll be back next week.
I just stopped to tell you,
But, I really couldn’t stay.

When I hugged you  that day
I wish that I had known,
That two days later,
You’d arrive in your heavenly home.

Now that I am older,
I know there’ll come the day,
I’ll be there beside you Mom,
And I’ll be there to stay.

Written in memory of my Mom
Bertha M. Neff 
05/20/1921 to 09/13/2005 
Mother’s Day
May 10, 2020
Written by Kathryn Neff Perry
All rights reserved

Copyright 2020