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>> Monday, January 25, 2010

It is only the fear of God that can deliver us from the fear of man. –John Witherspoon



I proudly proclaimed myself an atheist as a teenager and stayed that way until my mid twenties. I might as well say I was a phantasm for all I knew about atheism. My thinking (witch was not much) was that if this God loved us so much why would he want us to fear him?! I didn’t get this from studying the bible that’s for sure.
It is the Lord your God you shall fear. Dt 6:13


Pffftt whatever … I did not need No God to tell me what to do, who did he think he was anyway?! The creator of everything?? HA!


Yes, I had an attitude problem (along with a few other problems).


What I didn’t know was God had a shifty plan for my life. Know the emptiness of life living without God ~ So when life is filled with the Joy of living for Him I’d never want anything else.


Jesus said “These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.” John 15:11


And boy is it ever!…I’m up to my eyeballs full of this “Joy” of Jesus...so much so it often spills out of my tear ducks when I even speak of what he has done in my life. (Man, I hate it when that happens!)


Today as a Mother of 3 boys I have found great Joy in filling them with not only the fear of God, but the fear of MOM.


In horror flicks it’s always the blonde running from the Werewolf, Creature from space, Monster Killer tomato or whatever. The blonde (Wearing something 2 sizes to small) is screaming and fleeing from the beast, when things becomes to quite, just then... (wait for it)... she comes across the monster crouched over the body of her boyfriend! She freezes in shock and dismay at the seen of carnage. (You’re shouting at this point “RUN DUMMY RUN!”) Werewolf-alien-Monster slowly turns sensing her …Oh the sight of blood and guts dripping down its ghastly face. Cut to Blondie... (Hair and make-up perfect after running for her life for 20 min.) Terror! Eyes huge, mouth slack, scream struggles to escape. Your thinking “Oh sh*t she’s dead” The Creature lunges…


This is the same look, my child has, getting caught committing some major offense. I imagine they see me, the deranged gruesome Monster as I silently snatch them up and drag their petrified body to the corner. They plead for mercy as I set the kitchen timer for their 5 Minutes of Hell in time out!




Yes I get a little bit of Joy seeing that look (ok, a lot of Joy). The “Oh sh*t I’m dead” running across their sweet little naughty face. That’s right, ah huh, you know it, I’m MOM and I am to be feared…because as the Lord loves us, I love them more then anyone else on earth.



My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it. –Mark Twain

1 comments:

Michelle Faith January 27, 2010 at 9:06 AM  

Nikki Rowley Riggs :

01/21/2010, at 22:30 [ Reply ]


I read your blog earlier today and then this one from tonight!!! Very well said!! I agree %100!!

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