Monday, May 27, 2013

Nothing is Impossible, by Paula Rose Michelson

For months “We, The People’ have been witnessing the three ring circus that is Washington. During this time many, beginning with the President and those who have ‘skin in the game’ have become entrenched. The rest of us have either listened and shook our heads, picked a side, or prayed that this nation, which is slowing being eroded abroad and divided at home, survive. All desire leadership and answers. Yet the longer we look to those elected or appointed to lead, the less we know. Whether knowledge will stem the tide that threatens the fabric of the body politic, shore up wounds, or help those who’s loved ones paid the ultimate price when it was avoidable is uncertain. What is certain is that We, The People have a choice!

The choice I’m speaking of has nothing to do with who we should believe, what technology is best, or if we are exceptional or not. The choice is to act as if 'It Can be Done’ instead of continuing to lose or set aside the belief are forbears had that ‘Nothing is Impossible!’

Our parents did the IMPOSSIBLE and set us a great example. On this Memorial Day as we honor those who served, I am posting my Memorial Day Memories with a fervent prayer that as you read them, you find the courage to reclaim The American Dream our Founding Fathers made a reality.

To Dream the Impossible Dream

Every year Memorial Day is set aside to honor those who, by their military service, either are keeping or have kept our country safe.  For more years than I can count, Memorial Monday was the day I took my Dad and Mom to lunch and thanked both of them: Dad for serving in WW11, Mom for staying home as most of the women did, to do all those unsung things that let those in harm’s way know that when they returned America, the land of the free and home of the brave, would be there for them.

Many years have passed since Dad and Mom died. Yet on every Memorial Monday, a part of me yearns to pick them up once again and drive to the pier in San Clement so we can sit outside, enjoy the view, eat Clam Chowder served in bread baskets while I ask the questions that led them to speak of the war, their time apart, and what American meant to them. Even now, the memory of our annual ‘thank you lunches’ are so sweet that I find myself tearing up. 

I’m sharing this with you because every Memorial Day as far back as I can remember, when the military song for each branch of the service was played perhaps one third of the audience stood to be honored. Yesterday was different. Where I previously would have seen my parents generation, mine, and some military who were my children’s age, now there were just a few there to be honored. Perhaps this was an anomaly, perhaps not. Either way, I found myself thinking about the situations our country is facing around the world, and at home, and wondered how ‘We, The People’ have become so blasé about our military that we allow our leaders to give excuses rather than lead.  

Aware that every nation is the sum total of its inhabitants, I looked at myself and remembered Messiah saying, in Matthew 6:21, “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” So today, I urge you to think about and plan for the country you want us to become for lack of planning leads to inaction and as we have seen inaction, whether dealing with the defense of  this country or our people worldwide, leads to death.

In 1945 our military returned triumphant because their sacrifice had made the world secure. Since the Korean War in 1953, America has not been involved in any military action where our objective was completed. In all there have been dozens of military actions; each one less successful than its predecessor, each one more costly in human lives and suffering, dollars and cents than the one before it. Yet we continue to imagine we can do the impossible while we place obstacles to the achievement of that dream thus making it impossible to achieve.


Today it seems that 'We, The People' my have lost the vision of those who birthed this nation. Yet on a cold November 19th in 1863, President Abraham Lincoln stood at Gettysburg and said, “Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this content a new nation conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are meet on a great battle-field of war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those here who gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense, we can not dedicate –- we can not consecrate –- we can not hollow –- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to dedicate here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from theses honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion – that we highly resolved that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -– and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”


The issues facing the country during Lincoln’s time seemed impossible to overcome.  Yet, they overcame, so let us take heart and put our trust in God who says, in 2 Chronicles 7:14, “…if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their evil ways, then I will forgive their sin and heal their land.”

With God Nothing all Things Are Possible!

Monday, May 20, 2013

Step Two - Personalizing Scripture, by Paula Rose


Much has been written about affirmations. Yet seldom do we believers think about using Gods Word which we know in Isaiah 55:11 says “…so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” In other words, God has already given us what we need to silence the “Committee!” Gods Word will accomplish his purpose, and his purpose for your life is to be a believer whose life bears witness to a weary world that there is a living God.

Every step you have taken thus far, I took. So I will share with you that discovering the lies I thought were true about me was only half the battle. The second and most important part, the part that snatched victory out of satins’ grasp was finding the right scriptures. To do this I had to admit that I felt stupid, fat, ugly, and dumb. I prayed and hoped to find a verse or verses that would help me re-parent myself. Instead I found a verse that told me that just as I am, I am all he wanted and all he died for. My life verse is: 1 Corinthians 1:27: 29 But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not —to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him.


The moment I read this verse, I knew it was placed there just for me because, although it was nothing akin to what I thought I needed, I felt better. However, knowing that there is much more to reclaiming a broken heart, I spoke the words aloud five times X five for weeks. And though I’m loathed to admit it each time I did I challenged God to show me that what I believed and had laid claim to really was meant for me.


A few weeks later I was asked to disciple a new believer. Several had tried before me and failed for the woman always showed up drunk. After our first failed meeting, I set down guidelines. When the second meeting was not better than he first, I asked that we find a chemical dependency unit in a local hospital that I would take this new believer to if she showed up drunk again. The third meeting ended when I took her to the hospital for inpatient care.


The next morning I was startled to pick up an early call and discover that the doctor heading that area of the hospital needed to see me. Long story shortened, what begin as a request that I sit in on her case management teams in-service, and all that happened during this women’s stay including group Bible studies, lead the doctor to invite me to join his medical team.


Sadly aware that I could not function as I had if I were on staff, I turned down the job, but offered to come whenever they called. As he waved goodbye to me I realized that God had confirmed that my life verse really was meant for me for I had seen…God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not —to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Us, We, You, Me, by Paula Rose Michelson


With all that’s going on in the political arena, our government, churches, and schools concern for safety and the need to know THE TRUTH has become a very news worthy topic. Yet the more we hear the more some seem to insist their view of reality, the view which affirms them as being honorable, MUST be THE ONE AND ONLY VIEW! Because of these trying times, I believe Messiah is calling us to choose. Choosing is good! Choosing can affirm us if we know who we are, what we stand for, and know that we are willing to pay the price for our convictions.

The principle of choosing is seen throughout Scripture: God chose; Abraham chose; Isaac and Jacob, whose name was changed to Israel, chose; David chose…. And Messiah chose to go the cross thus becoming the only way to God for he was the perfect sacrifice for our sins.

Choosing can set us free or enslave us…the Founding Fathers of our country knew that and chose. Today as you read this poem, I pray that you will choose.


Us, We, You, Me

“Us”
A collected reality of all we’ve known that went before.
Some left quietly.
Others slammed the door as if to say they breathed a more refined air,
Or perhaps this is what they thought…But who was I to tell them…

“We”
The people we want to be.
The longing, striving, driven one
Another…Watching to see if it could be done
Without ever asking…Content to scrutinize who mattered in their world of You and Me
All must agree t
Their opinion the permanent one
No voice but theirs was heard

“You”
Lost in the shuffle between us and we
Fearful to never be
Stuck between becoming and not
Worried lest they fail…Trapped in emotional jail

“Me”
Setting myself free of us, we and you
Trembling lest…Unable to survive this reality, I
There is no “ I” in this reality!
If there were what would happen to the us, and we?

Breaking free!
I,
Chose to be!
Not giving into conformity…Social norm, mediocrity
Another’s scorn

I stand alone
Alone I discover who I am
Defining myself
I expand
Aware of me…The world…Then you…We and us
I coexist amongst many
Free to leave or stay
I chose
I am no longer
Dependent on others affirmation or negation
Transcended
I stand alone

Yet to the we, us, and you
I am no one new…They see me as they see themselves
Nothing I say will show them a different, perhaps better way
Each chooses
Few Reflect

I stand Alone
The price of being costs
All
Of
Me

Yet
I
Cannot
Go
Back and be what I used to be

Onward I press to discover what
I
Will
Become!


Psalm 19:14 May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.

Until we meet again, may Messiah’s peace be yours as you continue to walk with Him!

Monday, May 6, 2013

Step One; The Forgiveness Letter, by Paula Rose Michelson


Many times those who hear that through Gods appointing, I founded LAMB Ministries ask about that work. Weekly I receive emails or phone calls from women seeking help. Those of you who read Casa de Naomi: The House of Blessing, Book 2 might recognize some of this work, which I will continue to post in the next few weeks. Though I am certain that some who visit me here will have heard about or done this work, and others might have learned these steps through another ministry, it is not important where you learned these steps but that you do them throughout your life as is needed.    

The Scripture that affirms this work is, Colossians 2:13 When you were dead in your sins and in the uncircumcision of your flesh, God made you alive with Christ. He forgave us all our sins.



Step One - The Forgiveness Letter


“Everything is everything,” the head of the dully diagnosed psychiatric department that I interned in used to say. And it’s true! Everything we've ever heard and thought about for 30 seconds is recorded on our cerebral cortex as if it were an old phonograph record picking up the vibrations and placing them on an ever spinning disk that repeats the all negativity we have heard. Though it is not necessary to rehash what was said, why, or by whom, it is critical that we take control of what we will focus on. Choosing to do as Messiah did, we can intentionally ignore what to many seem like barbs to grievous to turn from. Yet without taking every thought captive to Christ, we might find out future swallowed up by our past making that future one we would do anything to avoid! 

Living ones own life requires that the life they live have meaning. To achieve that end we need to forgive ourselves for repeating whether aloud or in our mind, those offensive words that created a joyless life.

Since many ask me why they have to deal with this, I will mention that a reading of the fall of man in Genesis will suffice. If you still need to know why, I will share my hypothesis. Staring well before we could walk people told us what not to do. Throughout our life each of us will experience more of that negative training. Even the grading system in school erodes any idea that we can do something well because for each good grade we are challenged with another obstacle. At home our attempts to excel may have been met with the same negativity. The cycle of "The Committee in Our Head” begins to warn us before we feel threatened, protect us from supposed problems, and make us unhappily aware that we lack something.   

Before long we are telling ourselves what others have, or worse yet we are adding to the already heightened issue problems and phobias’ that never were ours.

Forgiveness

Unlike its prosaic name, forgiveness is not an end all but an ongoing state in which we chose to reconcile who we are with the disillusionment that others or we might have unwittingly foisted upon ourselves.


To Begin

On a blank piece of paper, list what the committee in your head says to or about you.

The Letter

A lot has been written about forgiveness. Yet forgiving oneself is seldom mentioned. I bring this up now because right about now every woman I worked with was about ready to blot for the door. If you wonder why it’s because no one seems to want to own the pain, however, following Messiahs model we know that only through confession is redemption realized. So no don’t bolt. Grab hold of your courage and write:

Dear (your name),

Please forgive me for (Using the list you made write your letter).

At the end of your letter write; I promise I will never do this to you again.

Sign your name and date your letter.

Note: when we remember forgiveness is a process not an event, we give ourselves permission to write another letter whenever we need to.  



Until we meet again, may Messiah’s Shalom
The peace that transcends all understanding
Be yours, my friend!


Friday, May 3, 2013

Wow! My www.PaulaRoseMichelson.com website is now open! by Paula Rose Michelson


After weeks of thinking about what I wanted my website to look like including the template, information, my bio, and how I wanted to format the opening chapter of Books 1 & 2 of Casa de Naomi: The House of Blessing, I am excited to announce that www.PaulaRoseMichelson.com is open!

Prior to this site a dear friend in Messiah gifted me his time and talent to set up and mange a website for me. I would have been delighted for him to continue to oversee every aspect of that site. However, having that site hacked twice and been informed that material stolen from the site was being sold on the internet, then discovering it had been shut down because the hacker left material that would infected anyone’s computer if they opened the site, I decided to eliminate the domain and walk away. Telling my friend why I did what I did was very difficult. Harder still was the realization that if I were to set up another site, I would do it myself.


Today I am happy to announce that I did just that with the help of www.GoDaddy.com/!

This new site is much simpler because it was set up for four reasons: 

1). So readers who heard about my Casa de Naomi: The House of Blessing Books could enjoy the first chapter of each book, watch the book trailer, and visit www.Amazon.com if they want to order the book or kindle.

2). So those who are eagerly awaiting the next book can find out about The Naomi Chronicles, Book One, Beginning Anew, which is the continuation of the Casa Saga Books. 3). So ladies who wish to connect with the founder of LAMB Ministers or begin that Scriptural prayer recovery work can do so.

4). So those who wanted to know a little about me could:

A). Read my bio.

B.) Obtain my website email address.

C). Link to my Writings by Paula Rose Blog.

D). Find out how to follow me on twitter, and find or friend me on Facebook. 

I hope each of you will drop by and check out the site. In parting I want to acknowledge that if my friend had not set up a website and taught me how to use it, this site would not exist. Although I will not mention his name, I will share that in all this man does, he does it unto Messiah!

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

The Unexpected Gift, by Paula Rose Michelson


“I call this ‘The Unexpected Gift.’” The teenager’s hands shook as she pulled her composition out of her backpack. She bit her lower lip and cleared her throat. “Ruth 1:16, ‘…where you go I will go, and where you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people and your God my God.’”
Lying on the hard ground, Naomi felt this night was like so many she had recently experienced. She lay awake frustrated, weary, and frightened. Here I am, she thought to herself. After devoting a lifetime of love and work to my family, my husband, and my God, I am alone. This is not what was supposed to happen to me. I served Adonai by serving my family. Now I find myself forsaken by God, abandoned, with no one to care for and no one who cares. What did I do that such misery befell me? She moaned. And what horrid thing will happen next?
Aware that her thoughts were an admission that she was unprepared for what the future held and in some way believed that God, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob was not great enough to protect her even in this, her most trying experience, left her undone, for she suddenly realized that she had felt secure because her husband and sons were there…now there was no one to depend on. She had always comforted herself with the certain knowledge that her belief in Adonai would stand forever. Now she knew that her faith was a sham, yet unable to admit to herself that the God she served appeared not to care about her, she forced herself to silently admit, Even when we left Israel, when I had to say good-bye to my family and friends, I did not feel this alone. It is as if you, the God of my fathers, has turned your back on me for an offense that I did not commit!
In the deep quiet of the dark night, she turned toward her traveling companion. She reached over and pulled the thin covers over the younger woman’s torso. What am I to do with her? It seemed that even now she could hear the young women saying, ‘Where you go, I go.’ God, Ruth cannot go where I go, Naomi thought. My journey is a solitary one, and I go alone. I have tried to send her back. But she will not leave me. If only she understood the trials that await her in the land, she would turn back.
            For us of The Faith, the land calls us back to itself, over and over again. For those like Ruth, who wish to sojourner with us, there is little joy. All she will experience is shame and rejection, and this I cannot bear to watch. It is enough for me to feel your curse, O. God, heavy upon my heart. I would spare Ruth the life she has pledged to enter into. However, no matter what I have said, she insists that she must go with me. Nothing will stop her. Is it not enough that my heart is broken, and I have passed from the joy of feeling your pleasure, God, do I now also have to own the sorrow of knowing your wrath?
Ruth felt the covers pulled close to her body by the hands of the only mother her heart had ever responded to. She remembered sharing her plan to accompany Naomi back to Israel and live in the land with her Moabite friends, some of whom she had known since infancy. It did not surprise her when they insisted, But Ruth, you will have nothing! Naomi herself has never treated you as more that her sons wife. Why must you go? You are young. You can still marry and have a good life—perhaps even a child.’

While the faint light of dawn began to color the sky, she turned to look at Naomi. She thought about all the things that those women had said she was giving up and smiled. I have had more of a blessing in this womans house, though I am not her kinswoman, than I deserved. I came with nothing, no training in her ways, and no understanding of her god. Yet she gifted me with her care and concern. But, more than that, while I was with her and her family, I learned that her god—He is God. Therefore, I go with her, not out of duty but out of a heartfelt desire to be a daughter to her as long as she will have me.
But, my dear, you are deluded! they had insisted. ‘This womans ways are having an adverse effect on you. Come back to where you belong, and we will help you get your thoughts in order.’
Yes, we have been taught to discount what we do not understand. Ruth thought as she rose and began to gather twigs for a fire, I came to Naomis house because I loved her son. My parents let me go because they had no money for a bride price. Therefore, they thought this was the best they could do for me. However, I know that her God drew me to her family! She lit the kindling and waited for the flames that would ward off the last vestiges of the morning chill. I did not expect to care so much, Ruth realized as she heard Naomi stir. She finished her preparations and helped the older woman stand. She waited until Naomi sat down on an outcropping, and handed her a cup of tea. ‘Good morning, Ima.’
Ima, Naomi grumbled to herself. Just because we travel together, the girl now takes liberties with me and calls me mother! Yet as Naomi sipped the warm brew, she sensed the sweetness within the drink. “Ruth, what have you done to make this sweet for me?’
‘Nothing. You know that our stores are almost gone. I have nothing to sweeten your drink with.’
‘But, child, this drink is indeed as sweet as ever I fixed for myself.’ Naomi drank deeply and was refreshed.
‘Perhaps your Godblessed be He—still has some sweetness in store for you.’
Naomi motioned for Ruth to pick up her walking stick. ‘Child, I fear that you will be disappointed if you are waiting for God to bless me. Better he should bless you since you have given up everything to follow me in my dotage.’ She leaned on her stick and watched as Ruth doused the fire.
Ruth hurried to pick up their things. ‘Do we reach Bethlehem today?’
‘Yes, today.’ Naomi sighed. ‘We will be there soon.’
‘Then why so forlorn?’ Ruth hurried ahead intent on finding a way for her mother-in-law to walk that would make her journey as easy as possible. ‘I thought you would be happy to see your home and your people again!’
‘Why would you think that?’ Naomi spat the words at her daughter-in-law.
Ruth turned and looked at Naomi with sad eyes. ‘Come now, there must be a bright spot in your mind. I’m sure there is something good that you can think about.’
Everyone knew Naomi was abrupt, even Ruth. Yet even she was surprised when the old woman stopped in mid-stride and insisted, ‘I have had all the joy in my life that the Lord—blessed be He—seems to want me to have. Now stop pestering me!’
Ruth nodded and they walked on in silence—Ruth ahead, Naomi behind. About noon, Ruth rounded a bend in the road. She could see the little hamlet ahead. ‘Naomi, it is just as you described it to me! Look!’
Naomi came along side Ruth and looked at her home with the longing of a weary traveler. She doubled her pace and walked quickly to the gate of the town.
Many recognized her and joyfully exclaimed, ‘Look Naomi is back!’
‘Do not call me Naomi, for that name means blessed,’ she admonished them. ‘Call me “Mara” that means bitter. Because I went out full but have come back empty.’ Before anyone could respond, she walked away. Ruth followed in her footsteps.”
Sharon looked up from the pages she had read and cleared her throat. “Many have asked me, ‘Is it always like this? Do we never see the gift God has placed right in front of us? Are we all destined to be like Naomi, discounting the unexpected gift of God?’ Well, yes, I think we are, for there was a greater gift. God told us about the coming of this miraculous gift of his love, the signs, and miracles that would reveal his identity to the nation of Israel. He told us to watch for the times and the trials of his perfect gift, the gift that would take away the sins of the world. Yet we missed it, for we are like Naomi. We look at life and God’s blessing through our own lens rather than his revealed Word. Just as Naomi did not recognize the blessing that Ruth was until she laid her grandson, Obed, in her lap, we do not understand the blessing Messiah is until we surrender our lives and appoint him Lord of all.
Like Naomi, we too have a process to undergo. For this experience to begin, each of us must let go of our entitlement and ask God to become our God, our Savior, and our Redeemer. That is the only thing that sets us free. Therefore, we are not to judge Naomi. Rather, we are to read this portion of Scripture, which calls each of us to look upon our human condition and understand how God can transform us through the miraculous intervention of his love. For Ruth so loved Naomi that she gave up her whole life to be with her. God calls us to do no less than Ruth did. For God’s Son laid down his life for us so that whomever would believe in him shall never perish but have eternal life.
There is more, for the gift goes on. It goes on through you and through me. God multiplies our efforts and magnifies his glory as he uses us, frail, earthly vessels that we are, to accomplish his purpose. Just as Ruth was the mother of Obed, and he is in the line of Messiah, we are the children of God’s pasture, and it is his good pleasure to use us when and how he sees fit. We, like Ruth, must be ready to give up our expectations, move wherever God calls, and do what he asks so that we may glorify him in every joy and every trial and for all seasons, for that is how the unexpected gift will become the blessing God intends it to be.”

Monday, April 22, 2013

Historical Fiction: Accuracy or Readability, by Paula Rose


Since this blog was set up to include information and my thoughts on writing, I’m posting about that today. Hoping to mix it up a bit, I’m taking a look at the juxtaposition which occurs when writers of historical fiction or fiction which requires historical knowledge have to choose between…


Historical Fiction: Accuracy vs. Readability


Several years ago, I joined the American Christian Fiction Writers because I knew I needed to communicate with published authors, and writers who want to publish, as a means of visualizing my goal of becoming a published author. A few months later, I joined an on line chat for historical fiction writers and authors. Becoming a member of this group has proven invaluable to me for we affirm and support each other. Since this unique genre requires skills and hours of research, that other fiction does not, having people to discourse with about my craft has bolstered me up. I have spent hours isolated while researching little known facts, and been blessed to share my journey with others who need to hear that there is light at the end of the tunnel.

All of this might sound as boring as dirt to you. However, without checking every conceivable link that could yield information, the author of historical fiction has possibly done a shoddy job making her work a potential target of ridicule. Writing historical fiction is not for the faint of heart.

Both this and last month’s writers loop, focused on several things historical writers deal with. Since I found the discourse stimulating, I hope you will too.


Question: How do you handle it when writing things in a historically accurate manner makes it difficult to read by a modern day reader?

Answers:

·        There is a fine line between the historical accuracy needed to set the stage and pull your reader into the setting. Write so the reader can see the story unfolding in their minds eye, but refrain from being so accurate that you lose the reader because the story is shrouded in history that it creates a barrier making it impossible for the reader to identify with the characters.

·        When being historically accurate creates a barrier between your reader and your characters, you may have become too historically accurate.

·        If the language is too stilted or obscure it is difficult to read.

·        Having read hundreds of books in my genre, I have gotten a feel for the dialogue of the era and that seems to give me the words. 

·        When looking at the language of a period, for example the 18th century, many wonder about using contractions. Researchers discovered that contractions were used throughout the history of the English language, and are found in the fiction of the mid-18th century.


Question: When does using the terminology of the period make reading what I have written so difficult to read that I might lose my audience?

Answers:
·        Most people who pick your novel are going to know exactly what these words mean because they read historical fiction.

·        Research your work, and read fictions written in the period your story is set in.

·        Write so that your reader will get lost in the story, merging with the time-period that the story takes place in. However, be careful that there is nothing jarring in the text because that can bring them back to the present.

·        Use enough archaic language so the reader relates to the time-period, and knows that the characters do not talk quite as we do.

·        When using archaic, or a foreign language, one needs to make sure that there is enough context around the word for the reader to be able to figure out the words meaning.

·        Read a book aloud that is set in the same time and location. Then read your text aloud.