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New Year Blessing

Psalm 30:2 says, “Lord my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me.”

As we look forward to a new year we can know that the Lord our God is Jehovah Rapha, the Lord my Healer. He knows the deep hurt, pain, and suffering that we have experienced and will bring the deep healing we need to be able to be all that He created us to be.

As we seek His healing, through confronting the issues and better understanding of the issues we face, we kneel before Him for His miraculous and loving touch that He is oh so willing to give.

I pray His healing for your heart, mind, body, and soul in 2018. May He bless you in ways that you never dreamed possible and bring you the joy and peace that only He can give.

Blessings to each and every one of you.

Happy New Year


Place Your Pain With Him – A Testimony

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This is a testimony I gave before a church congregation several years ago. (Sue)


“…You saw how the Lord your God carried you, as a Father carries his son, all the way you went until you reached this place.” Duet. 1:31

In this verse the reference is to the Israelites being led from Egypt to the Promised Land. As they followed the path that Christ led them along they suffered many trials and tribulations.

For us today, this verse can mean that Christ has carried us from areas that we dwelled in, or are now dwelling in; darkness, sadness, feelings of being alone. Many of us have been in such situations, where we feel so alone that we wonder if there really is a God.

I didn’t know the love of Christ because my parents didn’t believe in Him. If the adults in our lives do not believe, they will not pass on that Jesus Christ is our saving grace. How can a man or woman, who put their selfish need ahead of the welfare of their children, hand down Christian love? How can they show the unconditional love of Jesus Christ?

When human needs; alcohol, sex, gambling, or even a job that requires 80 hours a week, are prominent in a home, there is no room for the children’s needs, caring, or Christian love.  If children are being physically, emotionally, and sexually abused they are in an atmosphere of pain, suffering, and putting the adults needs ahead of any child’s needs.

The child is thrown in the arena of sin, in an environment filled with sinful deeds that the innocent child has no power to control. When we as adults replace unconditional love with drugs, alcohol, sexual abuse we all suffer, not just the children.

Those of you who have experienced a home where drugs and alcohol are predominant – where is the unconditional love displayed? In a fix? In a bottle? What about those of us who have been ignored emotionally? Is this what Christ calls Agape love? We have been set aside until our presence is forced upon others.

The responsibility of parents (adults) toward children is stated plainly in scripture:

“Train a child in the way he should go,

and when he is old he will not turn from it.”

Prov. 22:6

“Assemble the people before Me to hear My words

so that they may learn to revere Me

as long as they live in the land

and may teach them to their children.”

Duet. 4:10

It is the adults responsibility to lead children toward Christ, not away. Those responsibilities are all of ours. The spiritual, as well as the physical and emotional is placed in our hands by the Father God. When we shirk those duties the children suffer. They are not taught Christ’s teachings, but the lessons of humans. They see Satan at work, not Christ.

How can children believe we have a loving God if all of their experiences evolve around evil? They can’t! And as adults that grew up in that environment, we carry those same belief systems with us – unless there is someone who will bring the light of Jesus Christ before us.

When I was growing up in an abusive, dysfunctional home I would not have known His light. A neighbor took the time and invited me to their church, and because being away from the house for a few hours meant I would be free from the abuse for that length of time I went.

The minister spoke about Jesus, who I had only heard of briefly. At 7 years old I heard the minister say that Jesus would save us. In my ears I heard, “save me,” (from the abuse) so I went to the altar to ask the preacher if Jesus would save me.

That altar call did not stop my abuse. But it did save me, although I did not know it at the time. I now know that Jesus Christ stood at that altar beside me, holding my small hand He cried just as hard as I did.

Forty something years later I invited the Lord into my heart, mind, and soul. He has brought me from the devastation of years of sexual abuse, the years of being beaten and humiliated,  through the pain of being gang raped at an early age, the years of being married to an alcoholic, womanizing, wife-beating husband who died at the wrong end of a gun, and the devastation I felt when I lost the only human being I ever trusted, the husband the Lord brought me, my late husband.

He has brought me through years and years of pain, guilt, fear, and shame to where I can stand tall, stand here before all these people and tell you unequivocally that the only healing, the only hope we have from the pains we had in the past and the places we are right now in life’s situations is Jesus Christ.

He suffered as we have suffered. He knows the sting of insults, the searing pain of wounds being inflicted by physical abuse, the feelings of being left alone and deserted. He not only walked in our shoes – He died there.  You don’t have to die as Jesus did. You don’t have to dwell in the darkness of feeling alone, forgotten, or cast aside. The Lord Jesus is right here. He’s sitting right beside you!

Reach out and take His hand. Let Him lead you through the wilderness you may be feeling. He can, He will heal the wounds from the past and those that you have right now.  Let Him fill your heart with a peace like you have never known before. You can only feel that peace if  you invite Him in.

Allow the Lord to carry you once again, He knows your needs, trust in Him and walk free.

“You dear children, are from God and have overcome them,

because the One who is in you is greater

than the one who is in the world.

They are from the world and therefore speak from the world,

and the world listens to them.

We are from God, and whoever is not from God does not listen to us.

This is how we recognize the Spirit of Truth and the spirit of falsehood.”

John 4:4-6

A short time ago Satan knocked me flat. Being the slime bag that he is, he blind-sided me and I was in such an emotional state that I could not even pray. The Lord Jesus knew my needs and allowed the Holy Spirit within me to write this poem. I’d like to share it with you.

A little girl

Just seven years old

Walked in church

eyes aglow.

She was a child

who felt beaten and lost

But she found the courage

to approach the cross.

All she could whisper

as she accepted His grace

Save me, Jesus

Save me.

Grown, old and gray

She’s once again

Been knocked to her knees

With Satan’s glee.

But now, as then

As she approaches the cross

All she can muster

from deep inside her heart

Save me, Jesus

Save me.

Blessings to you.


My Peace I Give to You

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The birds, high above in the trees, chirp their welcome. They sing with their various whistles for all the world to hear. An ant crawls across the grass with determination, a rabbit scampers, then stops to look at me quizzically, then hops on.

The sounds of natures are all around me and the peace I feel as the cool water ripples around, over, and between the rocks downstream is calming. The smells of nature fills my nostrils. I breathe slowly in and slowly let it out.

In times when we have thoughts invade our mind or the worries of life invade causing our peace to skitter away we can take a moment and visualize our safe peaceful place. We all have an image of where we would like to be, a place that fills us with peace. Some may find that peace fills them as they sit by a flowing brook and some may find that peace standing high on a mountain top looking out over a scenic view, while others may find it as they walk a long sandy beach with the sea breeze kissing their cheek, but wherever we find it God will take us there.

In times when things seem overwhelming we can stop and take a few minutes and ask the Lord to take us to our peaceful place. He knows where it is. For me I see myself in my mind’s eye sitting under a large tree next to a flowing stream. I hear the birds, I see the rippling water and hear its sounds as it gently meanders downstream to its destination. It’s path has been determined by God and nature and to sit there quietly, with no thoughts, brings peace.

Christ said it is His peace He gives us. His peace seeps into my soul and gives me calm. It replaces the worries, it replaces the memories of the past, it fills those spaces that the enemy wants to invade. Sitting quietly, Jesus has arrived. He sits down beside me and we quietly bask in the beauty. My peace is complete.

“Now the Lord of peace Himself give you peace always by all means.” 2Thes. 3:16

Blessings to you.

Easter is Over – Or is it?

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We have all heard that Jesus is love, that He died and arose, stands at the right hand of God, forgives us of our sins, and that through His death and resurrection that we will have His peace and joy everlasting and spend eternity with Him.

That is all true but those of us that have been wounded deeply can struggle with the peace and joy part. Be it a loss of a loved one, a painful divorce, or the loss of our childhood through childhood sexual and physical abuse. When we are going through those painful memories, when we are struggling with the healing process and facing the giants of abuse issues we question, “Where’s all this peace and joy!?” “I’m hurting now and I sure don’t feel any peace about it and I have no joy.”

We live in an evil world. Evil things happen every minute of every day. Our circumstances are not what gives us joy. The circumstances that have brought deep pain can rob us of all peace and joy – if we let it! That’s what the devil wants. He has come to rob us of peace and joy. He has come to steal our faith, and he has come to kill our relationship with Jesus Christ. When we are curled on our beds in the fetal position because depression has left us limp and crying where and how can we feel joy?

Our peace and joy comes from the Lord. Our peace comes in reaching out to Him and knowing He’s there because He said He would never leave us or forsake us. His Holy Spirit lives within us and you can’t get any closer than that! There are times when we just have to refocus! We have to take the time, even if its just a moment, to remind ourselves that Christ is with us. He knows our pain and He is our Healer. We can shut Him out and remain in the fetal position or we can seek Him and get out of that bed of pain.

Our joy is not the kind we feel when we happily dance around the room singing. Happy circumstances can bring that kind of joy. The joy of the Lord is knowing, without a doubt, and total confidence, that He is in control. It’s that deep heart knowledge that even though we are suffering and hurting now that it will not last forever. No more tears, no more sorrow, no more suffering is our future and although we are hurting now we will be set free! That does not mean we have to wait to be in heaven for freedom. We have it now! Yes, tears will flow. Yes, we suffer and go through the pain of overcoming but we have Christ’s promise that we can have His peace and joy while here on this earth.

Our joy and the peace that is beyond all understanding comes from the acceptance that Christ is our hope. He is the only hope we have of ever becoming more than we are now. The pain is temporary. The suffering is temporary. It may not feel like it but if we believe the Word of God then we can look forward to freedom, now and forever more.

Christ died, He arose. The day of His Resurrection is over but we have been resurrected with Him. Easter may be over but our eternity has already begun. Christ still lives and we can live in freedom with the peace and joy that comes by believing in the One who loves us.

If you have not asked Christ into your heart He will hear your simple prayer if prayed. “Jesus, I believe You died and arose for the forgiveness of my sins. Forgive me and come into my heart as my Lord and Savior. In Jesus Name. Amen”


Blessings to you.

My prayer for each of you

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“May the God of hope

fill you with all joy

and peace

as you trust in Him,

so that you may

overflow with hope

by the power

of the Holy Spirit.” 

Romans 15:13

In Jesus name,




A Place of Peace

During my healing process the burdens of the past would build up and the pain from the deep-seeded wounding would escalate at times. I would turn to the Lord and He gave me a place that I could rest.

It was a visual place in my mind that I would be taken to in my spirit. That safe place was under a large Oak tree. I would sit in the shade of its branches. A bubbling creek was at my feet. Behind me was the quiet of a beautiful pasture with wild flowers interspersed among the green grass. The sun shining down.

I would lean against the rough bark of the tree trunk and gaze out at the rippling water. It flowed gently down stream bubbling over a rock. The quiet whisper of the waters flow was calming. In my special place Jesus would walk up and sit down beside me. He never spoke but would lean back against the tree trunk and I would imagine that like me He was just contemplating the sounds of natures.

It was the most calming place for me and when the rigors of life come upon me to this day I always have access to my secret, safe place. I ask the Lord to take me there and suddenly a peace beyond all understanding flows through me as My Lord and I lean against the rough bark of an old Oak tree and listen to the whisper of a bubbling brook.

God has a secret safe place for you when the healing journey tries to tear you down. Ask Him to take you there and let the peace of God fill you.



You need to escape?
Need to get away,
from hassles today?
An escape you seek,
from problems deep?
Want a vacation?
To a secret location?
Wanting the oceans blue…
beautiful mountains too?
Wanting a tropical breeze…
Or a northern freeze?
Wherever you want to go…
something you need to know.
You can escape…
and it’s no debate.
You can escape today…
to a place not far away.
A place concealed,
but I will now reveal.
It’s called the “Secret Place”…
it’s very deep inside.
Where we can each go…
go and hide.
Peace and safety,
we find in that place.
Consumed by God’s Love,
and His amazing Grace.
Where and how, you ask…
do you get deep inside?
Just call on God…
Let Him be your Guide.
For there is a place…
a Secret Place of rest.
In God’s Presence,
you will sure be blessed.

Poem by: SecretAngel


Blessings to you.

Confronting your Abuser

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Thunder sounded like bombs being exploded. Lightning streaked down, sizzling and dangerous from the sky as its deadly bolts slammed into the ground outside my bedroom walls. Sheets of rain pounded against the windows as though wanting to enter and drown me. Wind whipped through the tree branches ripping them from their trunks.

Suddenly it stopped. An eerie silence hung mysteriously. Not even a bird chirped. The clock ticked loudly in the silence.

I knew. I knew what was about to come and then it came. As the hail pounded against the roof, blasted horizontally against the windows I ran. Grabbing my Bible, my purse, and my dogs I ran to my walk-in closet. Cowering beneath the skirts, shirts, and slacks tears streamed down my face. Gasping from the sobs that forced their way past my lips as the wind howled outside I cried out to God. God I don’t want to die hating my Dad!

It seemed like all of my life I hated the man who was suppose to nurture me, keep me safe, feed me, clothe me, educate me, and raise me to love God and others. Instead he violated me, taught me to lie, to sneak about in the dead of night, to depend on myself and not scream or ask for help. He taught me to feel guilt when I was not the guilty one. He taught me to distrust any who got near. He taught me shame and that I was nothing; not in his eyes or God’s.

God, I don’t want to die hating my Dad.

As the tornado warning horns blared loudly through the trees the Lord said to me, “I want you to forgive your father. Not here in this closet. I want you to go to him tomorrow and forgive him to his face.” I agreed and sighed a sigh of relief when the warning horns finally stopped and I was able to leave the confines of my closet.

The next morning three of us entered my car for the fifty mile drive to confront my Dad. The three of us was not God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. It was me, Christ, and Satan. At several points the enemy wanted to turn my car around. “Forget it! You don’t have to do this, he doesn’t deserve forgiveness.” I fought the steering wheel. Again I cried out to the Lord. “If You want me to do this Lord, you better take control of this car!”

He did.

I parked my car under the large Oak tree and began walking across the pasture toward my Dad’s front door. “What do I say, Lord?” I asked as I approached the front door. “I will speak through you. Trust Me child.” The door opened, in more ways than one.

Sitting across the table from my Dad I saw fear in his eyes. He didn’t know I was coming but somehow knew this wasn’t a social visit. “We need to talk,” I said softly. He just looked down at the table. “Why? Why, Daddy, did you do all those horrible things to me for all those years?” I had a sense that the words were not mine. That the voice coming from my lips was from the One who already knew the answers. A defiant look flashed in my Dad’s eyes as he boldly looked up at me and said, “You wanted it!”

I had confronted my Dad once before many years previously. When he said those same words to me at that time, I lost it! I went bolistic and screamed, cussed him, shook my finger in his face, and got nowhere except hating him more. He sat like a stone on the chair and listened. He ignored my pain and then got up and walked out with an air that he did no wrong and it was all my fault.

Not this time! It wasn’t Sue asking the questions. It wasn’t Sue doing the confronting. It wasn’t Sue who would lead this father to the realization that the child, his child, was not the one at fault. Softly the Lord’s words came, “How can a two year old child ask for sex? A two year old child doesn’t know what sex is.”

The Lord, and me, calmly waited for his reply.  “Well I must have been drunk and didn’t know what I was doing!” was my Dad’s next excuse and with each excuse the Lord very calmly confronted him with the truth. When the excuses ran out silence filled the room.

I looked across the table at this man I called Daddy and for the first time I really saw him. I was looking at an 85 year old man who had been physically and emotionally abused by his own father, sexually abused by his Dad, abandoned on a street corner and left to care for his mother and seven younger siblings at the age of seventeen. I saw an old man who didn’t know how to accept love or give love. I saw a man who had been given over to the enemy by no fault of his own.

Looking across that table at the man who now had his head lowered and tears streaming down his cheeks my mouth opened. Jesus stepped back and the words that came were mine. “Daddy? I forgive you. I forgive you for all the horrible things you did to me. I forgive you for all the things that you should have done, that you didn’t. I forgive you for not being the father to me that you should have been.”

My Dad sat sobbing. Through his tears he, for the first time ever, apologized for all the hurt he had caused me.

And then the real kicker came.

Reaching across the table I took his hand in mine and looked at his tear stained face. “I love you daddy. I loved you then and I love you now. What you did was wrong and I forgive you. That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. You still have to answer to God.”

The Lord showed me that it is those we love the most that are the ones who can shatter our hearts into a million pieces. I never dreamed there was an ounce of love in my heart for this man I called Daddy.

With God’s peace beginning to flow through me I cried all the way home.


“Then the Lord put forth His hand and touched my mouth, and the Lord said to me: “‘Behold, I have put My words in your mouth.” Jer. 1:9


Read: John 14:27 – Is.26:12 – John 8:32, 36 -Is. 43:2 – Is. 41: 10 – Ps.118:17

Now be still and ask the Holy Spirit what He wants to say to you.

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Blessings to you.

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