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The First Dimension "Mirror, Mirror On The Wall"

Back to the story of Snow White and her wicked Stepmother-Queen. When the magic mirror answered the queen suggesting that she was no longer the MOST beautiful - her need for affirmation ignited into jealous rage. Hatred took control and she began to plot against her beautiful stepdaughter. She connived a plan to kill Snow White and remove her competition. Newsflash: Lucifer and the wicked queen have a LOT in common! He despises femininity and his assault against beauty has a long history. Read Ezekiel 28:13-17 13. Thou hast been in Eden the garden of God; every precious stone was thy covering, the sardius, topaz, and the diamond, the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, and the carbuncle, and gold: the workmanship of thy tabrets and of thy pipes was prepared in thee in the day that thou wast created . 14. Thou art the anointed cherub that covereth ; and I have set thee so: thou wast upon the holy mountain of God; thou hast walked up and down in the midst o

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Remember the story? Sleeping Beauty's wicked queen-stepmother posed a question every morning to her magic mirror. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall... Who's the fairest of them all?" Her hungry ego craved hearing the daily affirmation of the mirror. "You, oh Queen... you are the fairest in all the land!" Affirmation. Now, that's a gnawing need of many a fair lady (and gent, I might add). I recently read, and recommend, the book by John and Staci Eldridge, "Captivating". These authors attest that we all are born with questions that drive us. Girls want to know, "Am I lovely? Do you see me? Do you want me? Am I captivating?" (The book for guys by the same author, is "Wild at Heart" - boys want to know, "Am I Enough?") After a bit of study, I realize why - with our innate need for affirmation - the enemy starts in the mirror. On most days, he has us defeated before we leave our bathroom. Unsafe people have answered our c

My Life

Life... My Life... sometimes feels like an event that I am trying to get the "best" seats for. Like a really great screen play - and I don't want to miss a moment. However, I seem to continually be interrupted and called elsewhere - while My Life rolls on. It seems that everyone else's dilemmas and criteria demand my attention and there is little time left to attend to my Story.  I finally got a chance to sit down and enjoy a few minutes of this great saga recently; hoping to catch up - to see what I had missed. Turns out - somewhere along the line I turned 51 - commemorated 35 years of marriage - and observed my 44th Spiritual Birthday. It would seem that any one of these occasions would have called for a moment of reflection - I really should remember something outstanding about one of those beatific days. Evidently, I had stepped out of the room - attending to something else - when those monumental segments of My Life flickered past. Unfortunately, I'll never g

He's Gone - Yet He Lives

Tuesday, we buried my darling daddy. He's gone... at least his body is gone from among us. But the best part of him is still here - alive and well. Its as if he's just in the next room... or out Pawn-Shopping. He was usually the last to arrive at dinner - just trying to squeeze in one more moment of "living" before sitting down for the evening. He was bigger than life - he didn't fit here anyways. And his memory is GI-normous. It fills my heart, my house, my life. I see him in my children, my brother and my sisters. I see him in my husband - he poured so much of himself into Jeff. I hear him in my own voice - where does he stop and I begin? He lives... in me - through me and I will live to honor him. I will make him proud. I will not let him down.  I remember a time at the hospital, it was my turn to spend the night. It had been a rough day for him and he was so concerned that he would be too much for me. When I came in, he said, "I don't think you'r

My sweet daddy

It's my parent's fault - I am WHO I am because of "them". I have written about my mom (that's where the whole "Ribbons of Blue" story came from)... and I'll probably write about her again, but today I reflect on my daddy. He has had incredible influence upon who I have become. If you know him, you're probably shaking your head right now, thinking, "Yep, Wanda is so much like her dad." But let me regress... I have been shocked, scared, surprised and scripturally punished by Stanley B more times than you can imagine! Yes, I mean "shocked" as in electricity SHOCKED! This man is brilliant. He worked around live electricity, so he was fully aware of the line between "dangerous" and "hilarious". As a kid, you're not expecting your dad to zap you when he says, "Come and hold this wire for me so I can get this cap on." His favorite party starter was to load a condenser out of a car with several charge