God Is An Awesome God…Deferred Help Concerning Sordid Things, Part 2

I hope your 2025 yearend holidays and your 2026 New Year’s Celebration were fulfilling!

Also, here’s hoping you will start your day with some joyful and smooth Holiday music. Just click the scene below, sit back and enjoy! After being filled with ecstasy, click it off and return to reading the Part 2.

Last week, on Friday, December 26, 2025, I printed Part 1 of this saga and sent it along your way by mode of WordPress. To refresh your memory, scale down to the bottom of this blog page to the word “Related” and click the title for Part 1.

TITLE:  Buried Sordid Memories Exhumed (Continued from Part 1)

The first few lessons were conducted on our street. Mr. Wilson would allow me to drive about five blocks up to the elementary school's parking lot, turn around and drive back, passing my house for another ten blocks in the opposite direction. All the while, Mr. Wilson would instruct me on the proper driving habits I was to employ: lower your left arm straight out the window when making a left turn; raise your arm at the elbow when making a right turn; and hang your arm straight down when slowing down or stopping. Mr. Wilson would always show me how to maneuver my feet on the break, clutch and gas peddle as I operated the stick-shift throttle. His way of 'showing me' was to place his hands on my knee and apply pressure.

When I would make a mistake such as to cause the car to vibrate because the clutch was not applied properly or to stall out due to the fact that I gunned it, Mr. Wilson never raised his voice to reprimand me. He just placed his hands on my knee and applied pressure.

In time I learned how to synchronize all the pedals and was actually driving pretty good. One Sunday afternoon, Mr. Wilson suggested that I continue driving past the elementary school and proceed up the hill towards the baseball park. This route proved to be somewhat of a challenge for me because of the twists and turns in the steep road. Fear overtook me and my grip on the steering wheel displayed white knuckles and my upper teeth bit down over my lip with extreme force. My body was rigid and my breathing laborious as I leaned towards the windshield struggling to take each curve as smoothly as I could.

As the road leveled off I sighed with relief and began to relax as I attempted to transfer my right foot from the clutch pedal to the gas pedal. But I couldn't! Something was holding my leg in place. For a half second, I took my eyes off the road and looked down at my knee. To my surprise, my dress was up around my waist and Mr Wilson's hand was on the inside of my right thigh. I screamed bloody murder!!

I raised both my hands off the steering wheel and desperately tried to jump out of my side of a moving car. Mr. Wilson was yelling some words of apology and struggling to get control of the steering wheel with one hand and pulling me back into the moving car with the other.

Somehow, between the two of us, we were able to bring the vehicle under control and I veered off the road and onto the entrance curb of the baseball field. (Of all the Sunday afternoons, the playing field was empty of any activity.) I looked over at Mr Wilson and he was crying real tears. He started talking real fast saying something about being sorry and that all he was trying to do was to help me apply the right amount of pressure to the pedals so as not to burn up his new car. His display of emotions caused me to believe him at the time. And immediately I thought that perhaps I had over-reacted and imagined something that did not actually happen. I adjusted my skirt and we both composed ourselves as we sat in deafening silence.

Finally, I asked Mr. Wilson to drive us home but he insisted that I remain behind the wheel, back the car up and proceed home. As I drove, he continuously complimented me on my newly acquired driving skills and compared me and my accomplishments with his unassuming and timid wife. He built up my confidence real good and I began to feel special. But the payoff was he offered to let me use his car when I went to the DMV office to take my driving test. He reasoned that I would be more familiar with his car than my dad's car because I had learned on the Chevrolet. Honestly, I wanted nothing more to do with Mr. Wilson, but what would my parents think if I refused his generous offer.

When I arrived at my front door, I resolved to go into the house with a big smile on my face. I had already convinced myself that this incident had never taken place. That nothing had happened out of the ordinary. Who would have believed me anyway? (Back in the day, if a neighbor caught another neighbor's child misbehaving, the neighbor had the consent of the parents to discipline that child.)

So my secret remained buried all of these years until now. Thank you, Ms. Opal, for helping to remove that skeleton from the closet of a frightened teenage girl.







The Holy Spirit Is Upon Me And Has Given Me Peace

The Bible absolutely has something to say about how to overcome past hurts and sordid memories. In 2 Corinthians 5:16-21 you will find the answer. Read it and weep! God sent his Son, Christ Jesus, to take away all miseries and sorrows from everyone who proclaims the Name of his Son and walks in His light. With the aide of the Holy Spirit it only takes one (person) to teach one (another).

There are no ‘big’ sins and ‘little’ sins. And there is nothing you (personally) can do to draw you closer to God. Jesus PAID it all. And it is all to Him you and I owe. The only thing we have to do is to cover ourselves with His pure sinless blood. Remember, even if a wrongful act took the life of someone you knew or loved, if that person was already blood-stained(*) when they died, that is, covered with the blood of Jesus, The Father will welcome them home.

So, now you know. Start seeing your life through God’s transformation eyes. Remove your cataracts in both eyes. Cast your hope on things eternal, on godly thoughts offering freedom from shame and identity tied to past sins. This process hinges on steadfastness and intentionally dwelling on God’s truth and not on the enemies of darkness and finding freedom from past lies that shaped you, not just the sin all by itself.

(*) NOTE: Died as a believer in Christ Jesus.

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God Offers Grace And Forgiveness To Help Us Deal With Our Regrets

Most people think that if they are constantly harboring thoughts of regrets, they are guilty of living their lives through a rearview mirror. This alone causes them to live a life full of emotional baggage like becoming a control freak full of insecurities. A word in a nut shell… A condescending type of person. If this personality style has become a life long character trait of someone you know, you might want to pray about how you can help that person deal with any shame or sorrow they are harboring concerning any past regrets they wish they had handled in a different manner.

For example, you may want to think about taking a some what negative thought your friend just expressed to you and ‘confess’ that a similar incident happened to you with one of your siblings but your interaction would have seemed so petty and irritable that when you finally responded you chose to be more patient and to use words that were kinder and more thoughtful than hateful and bitter.

You might end your conversation with your friend by helping her identify any negative feelings and put her regrets in their proper place. Advise her to just revisit any past scenario, that she confesses she regrets her actions. Imagine that same scenario in a more positive manner to change it. Next, compare the new imaginable ending with the actual ending that she now regrets. In the future, suggest that she let this manner be the way she approaches how she makes decisions.

In other words, allow your heart instead of your head to be your guide. And you know Who lives in your heart!

Self-forgiveness involves four key steps:

  • Take responsibility for your actions.
  • Express remorse and regret without letting it transform into shame.
  • Commit to making amends for any harm you caused.
  • Practice self-acceptance and trust yourself to do better in the future.

Prayer for overcoming regret:

“Heavenly Father, I feel sorrowful for what I’ve said and done in the past and I carry this heavy regret because of my actions. I know this sorrow I feel is evidence of the Holy Spirit in my life, but I know You are a God filled with grace and love to help me turn from my sin. May I always seek to be right in my relationship with You. In Jesus’ name, Amen”.

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God’s Son…Our Spiritual Physician

Many people mistakenly believe that one of the main purposes of Jesus’ sojourn here on earth was to heal those persons stricken with all sorts of sicknesses. I respectfully reject that notion. Why? Mainly because of the private teaching lessons Jesus conducted with his disciples; those twelve chosen men He ordained to carry on His work after His resurrection and ascension.

Let’s take a look at persons who are sick not only in their bodies but also who are sick mentally. It is recorded in Matthew 5:3-11, the following verses better known as “The Beatitudes”:

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First of all, the “Sermon On The Mount” recorded in Matthew Chapter 5 is where “The Beatitudes” are recorded. And in Verses one and two they begin by describing just who Jesus is about to speak to:

“And seeing the multitudes, he went up into a mountain: and when he was set, his disciples came unto him: And he opened his mouth and taught them, saying,” Matthew 5:1-2

So you see where in this occasion, Jesus did not have a word for the multitudes. This particular teaching was for His disciples, only. And for the next 9 verses (5:3-11) Jesus’ teaching is specifically aimed at how the disciples are to encourage the negative thoughts of sick people by dwelling on the scriptures and not just solely on doctors and medicines! In other words…WWJD! What would Jesus do?

My encounter this week with the Holy Spirit…

I endured a health problem this week that required my hospitalization. Subsequently, I became anxious, forlorn and sad. This disposition affected my faith and attitudes towards other who were in attendance of me. I became ashamed of my actions and began to ask the Lord for His strength and reassurances. Immediately, the Holy Spirit stepped in and pointed my way towards The Beatitudes. My church family began to send me text messages which supported my innermost thoughts. The hospital staff seemed to appear to me as floating angels. Many of them prolonged their services to me just to relate an incident they had experienced where God stepped in and performed a miracle for them. That warm and comforting support seemed to be coming from on every side.

My prayer for you…

Dear Great Physician: Thank you profusely for stepping into my heart and encouraging my soul. I also pray this prayer for all those who will read this blog. For as You know my Lord, sicknesses, troubling diagnosis and pain can penetrate one’s faith and cause the strongest Believer to court with doubt. Forgive me My Savior. For this ‘storm’, too, will pass over. Amen

Scripture Lesson: “Rejoice and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.” Matthew 5:12

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God Prescribed A Radical Cold Remedy For Me

Working on my Sunday School Lesson outline while sick in bed.

The date was Tuesday, May 10, 1983, and I lay sick in bed in Rockville, Maryland, USA, with a nasty head cold. My throat was very sore and earlier that day, I had coughed up blood. I lived alone, so whenever I got this sick, I stayed close to my bedroom so I could lay down if I became dizzy or winded.

That evening, I settled myself in bed and tried to begin preparing my Sunday School lesson which was found in the Book of Acts 19:11 & 12:

       11. “Now God worked unusual miracles by the

        hand of Paul, 12. so that even handkerchiefs or

        aprons were brought from his body to the

        sick, and the diseases left them and evil

        spirits went out of them.”

As I continued to study, my attention kept going back to verse 12. Finally, I said to myself, ‘I wonder if a cloth could heal my throat.’ Immediately, my Mother came to mind and the Holy Spirit reminded me of her true devotion to the Lord all throughout the day.

At that time, my mother lived in Minneapolis, Mn., but earlier that same year she had crocheted some table doilies and sent me a ten-piece set. In my mind, I could picture her settled in her favorite chair rocking and crocheting while at the same time humming hymns and giving praises to her God all the day long.

Sample image of one of the crocheted round doilies.

So, I got out of my bed and went downstairs to the hall closet where I had placed the newly received doilies. Very carefully and with a lot of hesitation, I removed the box from the top shelf. I selected a small round coaster doily. I then tipped toed back upstairs to my room. Boy, was I nervous and continued praying all the while. Cautiously, I slipped back into bed and braced myself against the pillows. I held the doily in one hand and prayed over it very softly. Next, I asked God if I was doing the right thing. I wanted to assure him that I was not “trying” him. It was my fervent desire to only trust him for his healing power.

The next thing I did was to carefully place the handheld doily on my sore throat and kept both hands clasped tightly over it. At the same time, I quietly continued to pray…almost apologetically for my demonstrative actions. Suddenly, something began to happen!

Lightening bolt!

The first thing I noticed was that a cool bright breeze was coming towards me. It passed through my nostrils. Actually, it rushed through my nostrils. My eyelids popped open and I put one hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. I sensed it was the Holy Spirit, and I wanted to speak out and praise God. But at that precise moment I had to swallow. When I did, everything went right down my throat with ease. No pain. My eyes got bigger and I began to sweat, Somehow I found the courage to whisper, ‘Lord, is that You?’ In a still small voice He responded, ‘You asked to be healed, didn’t you? Well, do not waver!

Tears of joy began to stream down my cheeks. Incoherent praises were coming from my mouth. My voice still sounded as if I had a cold, but my head was all cleared up. My eyes stopped watering. My fever had dropped. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! I was healed. I recognized that with the aide of the Holy Spirit, my mother’s doily and most of all faith in Jesus Christ, I was healed just as Paul’s handkerchief had healed those saints in the Book of Acts.

In my later years of life, I am still thanking God and sending up prayers for his love and tender care…

Dear Lord Jesus, thank You for Your blueprint for prayer. I knew that You were with me when I sought You in my bedroom and that I did not have to pray a long prayer because You know me so well that You already knew every thing that I wanted to ask You. Without a doubt, You are a wonder-working God. A doctor Who has never lost a case. A healer to all those who call upon Your holy and blessed Name.

I sincerely thank You for putting me in a quiet place that night so many years ago. It was there where I could be alone with You. You prompted me through the Holy Spirit to take courage and delight in You as I experienced Your healing powers. You have no respect of person…you blessed me as mercifully as you blessed the Apostle Paul.

And less I forget, You also remembered to honor and bless my (now deceased) mother’s devotion to You. Amen!

Scripture Lesson: “When you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.” Matthew 6:6

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