Why I like rainbow colours so much

Once upon a time

Starting from scratch

The Promise sealed with a bow

What good thing shall I do, that I may have eternal life?

Someone asks Jesus how to obtain eternal life and He responds by saying, ‘If thou wilt enter into life, keep the commandments.’

When the person says that he kept the commandments from his youth and asks if there is anything else left for him to do, Jesus responds by saying, ‘If thou wilt be perfect, go and sell that thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come and follow me.’
When the young man hears that, he walks away feeling all sad because he is quite rich and probably finds it hard to imagine leaving all his stuff behind.

Jesus observes this and notes that it is nigh impossible for a rich person to enter heaven. When his disciples hear this, they fall over backwards in amazement, isn’t being rich equal to being good and blessed? If this is not the case, who then can be saved?

Jesus benignly looks at his disciples and explains that indeed, to be saved as a rich person is not a likely scenario, but with GOD all things are possible.

True story

Around fourteen years ago I left all my stuff behind, I’d become quite ill from working all hours in stressful surroundings for a similar amount of time. The only option I could see was to bundle my children and bedding in a trailer and to leave behind all I worked so hard for to find a more peaceful life for us. At times the going was pretty tough but we never looked back and kept on moving forward.

There were occasions where I hit rock bottom and one particular time stands out in my mind where my health was rapidly declining and I desperately needed medical attention and was not able to get the help I needed due to crippling debt and my frail health. I was not even able to get off the bed, let alone get in the car to find treatment.
I prayed with all my might. I wasn’t praying for riches, I had left all that behind and quite happily so. I wasn’t praying for myself, I was praying that my children wouldn’t become orphans. I prayed for survival. I prayed for treatment that would get me back on my feet. I figured at the time that I needed $15,000 to get me back up and running as well as get some of my creditors of my back.

With GOD all things are possible.

I said,  ‘LORD, I know that with you all things are possible, and I need around $15000 and I need it right now.’ The next day I received a message that a completely unexpected $15000 cheque was being written in my name. Within days that cheque was in the mail and I was able to obtain the care I needed at the time and take some of the pressure off the financial woes and worries I was experiencing. My name was slightly different at the time, hence the black-out. But the cheque was written out to me. This is a true story. Within one day of praying for 15000 dollars I, completely unexpected and out of the blue, received that exact amount when I reminded the LORD of what his SON told his followers about the powers of GOD.

Jesus tells us that it is near impossible for a rich person to enter into the kingdom of GOD but that with GOD all things are possible. Jesus also tells us that every one that hath forsaken houses, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for his name’s sake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall inherit everlasting life.

Whatever your situation

Whatever your situation, I’d like to remind you that with GOD all things are possible and GOD hears prayer. If GOD pays attention to someone like me, who continuously mucks up, he’ll be sure to hear you too when you call upon Him.

Free scripture graphic

Feel free to use the above scripture graphic in your life to remind yourself that with GOD all things are possible. If you’re like the apostles and left everything and everyone to follow Jesus or if you find yourself in a tight spot for whatever reason, it is good to remember that GOD is in control and with Him all things are possible.

When I used those powerful words all those years ago, when I said and believed with all my heart that with GOD all things are possible and I trusted in Him to bring about good results, I didn’t even have to wait a full day for my prayer to be answered. GOD has answered all my prayers always and I know that He’ll do the same for you too. Just ask.

I pray that GOD may bless you and yours and that you may live forever!

If you have any stories about God answering prayers for you and/or your loved ones, I would love to hear about it.

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.And hold unto His Holy Word.

This is a true story.

“Oh, look,” I whispered, “It’s a little angel.”

It was twenty past ten in the morning at The Birthing Centre of the Royal Women’s Hospital in Paddington on a chilly May morning. “Oh, look,” I whispered “It’s a little angel.”
Little did I know.

Even before she had teeth, this little angel bit my nipples so hard with her gums that it brought tears to my eyes. She went on doing this for as long as I was breastfeeding. At the time I thought that all babies did that. As soon as she could talk she told me that she would like to cut me up in little pieces and fry me in a frypan. The first words she wrote down on a piece of paper said: “I hat you”.

 I loved her more than I had ever loved anything in my life.

Euphoria

The feeling of euphoria after her birth was, and still is, unequalled. The feeling of despair that followed is similarly unmatched.

I still don’t know if my feelings of despair were due to undiagnosed postnatal depression, chronic sleep deprivation or the inability to cope with a baby born with rage in her soul.

My beautiful newborn baby didn’t like me or the world very much and she made sure we all knew it. From the moment she was born till the birth of her sister two years later, she cried or screamed most of the time, unless I held her.

No time for dreaming

With my husband as a doctor, people thought that I had it all under control. In my dreams. That is, if I was ever to get any more dreams with this child demanding two hourly breast-feeds around the clock. And even well after her first birthday, she still refused to be weaned. She trained me so well, the only option left for me was to oblige.

She refused to be cared for by anyone other than Mummy. This arrangement was flattering, impractical and utterly exhausting.

When Georgie (her birth certificate reads Georgina Angelina) was fourteen months old, I hadn’t slept more than two hours in a row since her birth. The only thing that seemed to pacify her was rocking her to Joe Cocker or BB King tunes. Remember the one ‘getting by with a little help from my friends?’
I can tell you right now, not a friend in sight when I was carrying my screaming baby.

Big salty tears

In a desperate cry for help, I took my severely sleep deprived body and baby to the Canterbury Children’s Hospital.The registrar at the hospital assured me that the rats crawling over me at home at night were mere hallucinations due to chronic sleep deprivation. I found comfort in this.

The hospital didn’t help. A shortage of beds meant that I attempted to get some shuteye on a straight-backed plastic chair. The screaming of other children kept me awake. After one night of this, the third in a row with my eyes wide open, I took my baby back home. My husband collected me from Bondi beach with my eyes still wide open and big salty tears running down my cheeks.

Two days later there was a knock at the door. The hospital had sent a social worker to check up on us.

The timing was perfect. It was another of those mornings when I had forgotten to check what Her Majesty wanted for breakfast. Georgie wanted cornflakes. I opened the front door with my face and hair covered in porridge. The social worker looked at us and asked if I wanted any help.

I said, “Yes please”. My husband said, “No thanks. We’re coping really well”.

Who’s the captain?

After the social worker left, there was one sentence playing endlessly in my head: “Who’s the captain? Who’s the captain?” Sh..t, I didn’t even know I was on a ship, let alone that someone needed to be steering it.
I get seasick at the best of times .. no wonder this wasn’t working.

Thank you God.

Some months later Crystal was born. Georgie now has a playmate. A sister who not only tolerates her quirky and energetic behaviour but actually delights in it.

Thank you, God.

Georgie was a demanding baby. Nothing prepared me however for this demanding baby turning into an angry two-year-old, an obnoxious three-year-old and a bossy and fussy four-year-old. When Georgie turned five we all agreed that she wanted to go to kindy. I took her to our local Rudolf Steiner School a couple of mornings a week, for socializing. She could be utterly charming when she wanted to be, she approached all strangers with the biggest widest smile you’d ever see and a greeting of “Hi, do you want to be my friend?”
Few did.

Mood meter

She was forceful, bossy, angry and disarmingly charming. I discovered that when she ate certain bread with sugar and preservatives in them, she transformed from a reasonably ok child into an angry belligerent monster. Georgie went through periods of phobias and food disorders, and by the time she was nine I’d taken her to see every alternative therapist within fifty kilometres of where we lived.

Many sand therapy, Alexander, Bowen, Homeopathy, Yoga, Aikido and herbal remedy sessions later we’re still none the wiser.

By the time she was twelve, Georgie had had several bouts of severe depression, written several suicide songs, and invented a mood meter. By then I had taken her to see all the doctors, paediatricians, counsellors, psychiatrists and natural healers I omitted last time around.

The treasure I was left with after my travels was a free trial box of Zoloft (anti-depressant) to give my twelve-year-old, “As you see fit.”

At my wit’s end

I was truly at my wit’s end. I discovered that Georgie couldn’t eat chocolate or anything containing sugar without getting severely depressed. She needed regular meals or would become hypoglycemic and severely depressed. She needed to stay in a safe, secure and familiar environment or she became disoriented and guess what? Depressed.

Upsets, loud voices, arguments and disagreements all led to silent tears and Georgie checking out. In fact, any stress she experienced, no matter how small, was likely to find her in quiet little corners of her bedroom with eyes staring blankly into nothingness.

The depression Monster was getting the better of me. I don’t know which one I found harder to cope with: the raging toddler destroying anything in sight or the despondent, withdrawn teen. Some of her depressive episodes were severe and prolonged and the only way I knew how to nurse her out of them was to hold her tight, kiss her tears away whilst repeating a million times over; “it’s OK,” don’t worry, it’ll be OK.” When these episodes occurred, all was black and dark in and around her, access was denied and she couldn’t perform even the most basic of human functions without help or assistance.

The whole situation was becoming quite unmanageable.

To be continued

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For any kind of parenting help, I highly recommend www.empoweringparents.com – not affiliated

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ABOUT THIS BLOG – We’re researching the truth of living forever according to GOD’s Holy Word; Sola Scripture. Popular opinion tells us that everyone who ‘believes’ and has ‘faith’ will go to heaven. Is this true? I decided to ask the prophets about the truth of it all.

ABOUT THE CONTENT – All content on this website is copyrighted and you can read more about this here. Please also read the disclaimer about my authority and qualifications.

ABOUT SCRIPTURE CARDS – If you want to send free Scripture Cards to your friends click here and you want to buy hard copies of Scripture Cards you can click here.

You can find Mimi’s books on health, faith and book publishing on her website www.mimiemanuel.com or www.amazon.com/author/mimiemmanuel.

For help with or information on depression visit
beyondblue.org.au, the black dog institute,
or phone Lifeline on 131 114.

For dealing with depression before/during/after addiction rehab
check out Dr Keenan’s guide at
https://www.inpatientdrugrehab.org/depression

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