Page 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8   Entries 16-20 of 37
February 10, 2016, 3:03 PM

Satan......GET BEHIND ME!!!

We have been talking about SATAN a lot lately and I don't want to give him to much attention because that is exactly what he likes. I refuse to be a "pawn" in his games anymore. 

I am claiming God's promise to protect me and to deliver me from the evil one!

Psalm 107:14 says this:

He brought them out of darkness and the deepest gloom and broke away their chains.

I am claiming this promise and NOW. No more focusing on the doom and gloom in this world. I was put here on earth for a purpose as well as bring glory to The Name of Christ. To spread the good news of his birth, death and ressurection . We were not born to question the will of God nor to let Satan have a stronghold in our lives. 

I want to be his faithful servant.

Deuteronomy 11:13-15

So if you faithfully obey the commands I am giving you today- to lpove the Lord your God and to serve him with all your heart and with all your soul- 

then I will rain on your land in its season, both autumn and spring rains, so that you may gather in your grain, new wine and oil. I will provide grass in the fields for your cattle, and you will eat and be satisfied.

I want to give my best to The one who has given me everything I DON"T DESERVE!

Jackie Snider

December 18, 2015, 9:23 AM

Christmas is different this year.

There’s not much I want for Christmas anymore. Not since you were stolen from us. Ever since, Christmas just doesn’t have the same excitement and joy it once did.
No offense to baby Jesus. In fact, I quite love him– a lot– but the sight of Him in the manger makes me ache for you, my own baby, beyond any words, in any language. Beyond any ache I ever knew was humanly possible to survive. The birth of Jesus completed the Holy Family. The contrast of that next to mine, a family forever incomplete, is too much for me to handle most Christmases as a bereaved mom.
Grief, Christmas and rooms overflowing with predominantly non-grieving people mix about as well as oil and water. I wish more people could really, truly get that. As in, get it without being bereaved, or grieved, or any of that. Just get it, period.
For every holiday picture taken, meal eaten, carols sung, families gathered, trees decorated, Christmas morning presents opened, are always achingly incomplete. The joy of the season and the ache of the ever missing you taunt me like a cruel, unending joke. Our family will be forever incomplete. And there’s nothing that could make that broken circle close the way it should– like a kiss beneath the mistletoe gone horribly wrong, two lips never meeting as one– the edges of our family circle are permanently broken, never again will we be a family complete.
. . .

Oh. my. heart. 
. . .
This is what Christmas without you looks like : The undertow is relentless. Every step holds the very real possibility of getting pulled totally and completely under– of being over my head, gasping for air in a whirlpool of holiday induced grief. Drowning in a thick sea of Eggnog and misjudgments. If I don’t show up, it’s mistaken as, “Oh, she doesn’t care.” If I do show up, with tears and the real sound of my own heart breaking, it’s “Ohhhh, she mustn’t be OVER it yet,” or “Clearly she’s not doing (hush-hush, voice lowered) very well.”
If only it could be understood that it is exactly because of the holidays– the gatherings, the pressure to be merrily on, the exaggerated empty chair that is often unrecognized and not spoken of in a room overflowing with a family otherwise glaringly complete– that leaves a grieving parent spinning in the holy-daze of grief.
Just when I think I’m doing ‘ok’, a half cup of tears unexpectedly floods my perfectly measured Christmas cookie batter, and drowns me right along with it– a not so ironic analogy indicative of an entire season filled with far too much salt in a bereaved parent’s wounds. Or, if things have been feeling slightly jolly and even joy-filled, I’ll find myself perpetually holding my breath, shoulders up to my ears, cautiously waiting for the other shoe to drop without even realizing it. Or with the anxiety of a mother scanning the crowd for her lost child, one might find me relentlessly surveying every holiday gathering for mine, while also making note of every blessed Kleenex box, bathroom location, the quickest escape routes and nearest exists that will lead to a corner where I can safely let my tears for you endlessly fall.
. . .
If one were to meet me in my crying corner, I’d sob that all I really want for Christmas is this:
1) A normal life, one with you in it, growing bigger and older every day instead of this tide of grief washing me mercilessly up on its shore.
2) A Christmas card with our entire family, all nine of us. Complete with your cheeky two year old grin shining brightly between your brothers.
3) Your breath, your life, fogging up every pane of glass in our life– the kitchen window, car window, front house window, every mirror that now reflects my sad bereaved mother eyes back to me.
4) The untainted joy of Christmas, the birth of possibility, of dreams untainted by the broken, jagged, shattered pieces of our missing puzzle piece, our missing you.
5) To feel truly alive again, instead of trying to survive underneath the weight of life and death I feel in every single breath.
6) The empty chair at our table, full. Full of life, full of laughter, full of every amazing part of you.
7) A circle of loving hearts who could understand that although I carry both the ache and the joy of the season in me all at once, the ache often times feels stronger and more overwhelming, because the expected joy of the season is jollying everywhere, greeting my broken places with a slap in the face and a swift punch to the gut. If only the world could understand that for me the holidays feel more like an emotional war zone than an exciting season of Yuletide cheer.
There you have it. 
The thing is, I don’t care about what kind of tree we have– real or fake, sparkly ornaments or dull. I don’t care about what kind of food we eat, or if we decide to put lights on the outside of the house or nowhere at all. I don’t care if anyone gets me a present. I don’t care about holiday fruitcake, or gingerbread houses or where so-and-so gets to vacation for Christmas this year.
All I care about is that we’re together as a family, creating priceless memories that money can’t buy and death can’t steal.
Oh yes, and one last thing. I hope to figure out how to keep your light on inside my heart bright enough to make my pores glow with the light of you all year long. That’s my Christmas wish.
If it happens, I figure that’s the closest I’ll ever get to having all I really want for Christmas–
. . .Jackie Snider
. . .
. . .

Post a Comment

November 18, 2015, 7:15 AM


Last night's small group bible study discussion is still on my mind this morning. I just had to look up scripture to help me either disprove or confirm some statements that were made. We were discussing how we as Christians should be responding to what is taking place in our world following the most recent terrorist attacks in Paris.

First, God, Jesus or Paul never said "Hate the sin, but love the sinner in this context.

What should our response be in the acceptance of the refugees entering our country? How can we say that all Syrians are terrorists? Do we not, have terrorists of many names right here in America?

Here are some scriptures that I found helpful:

Mtthew 5:43-44 ESV “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you,

We should be praying for these terrorists.

Romans 12:9 ESV

Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good.

We can abhor what is evil, not the person.

Psalm 97:10 ESV "O you who love the Lord, hate evil! He preserves the lives of his saints; he delivers them from the hand of the wicked."

It is our Lord who will deliver

2 Thessalonians 3:14-15 ESV "If anyone does not obey what we say in this letter, take note of that person, and have nothing to do with him, that he may be ashamed. Do not regard him as an enemy, but warn him as a brother."

Here is Pastor Dave's point; we are to "warn him as a brother."

Witness to our brothers, the time of harvest is here.

Romans 12:20-21 ESV "To the contrary, “if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good."

We can accept these refugees, we can overcome the evil by doing good.

Now, your going to say how do we accept them when we fear the one in the many just may be the terrorist that will take American lives?

I say it is for God to avenge; not us.

Romans 12:19 "Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: "It is mine to avenge; I will repay," says the Lord. ..."

Are we in end times, we cannot know. But, we can be alert. We must stay faithful to our Lord and Savior. We must witness to others, so that the many can hear of God's grace.



Post a Comment

November 10, 2015, 7:25 AM

A Time of Thanksgiving!

November rolled in rather quickly, if you ask me.....

I love Autumn and this season. The beauty of God's landscape and the reminder that change comes .

All of us need change. A change in our attitude towards others, especially during this season of Thanksgiving.

As you are reminded of all your blessings and the many things you have to Thank God for do you think about others that you may know that aren't as fortunate as you? When you go to the grocery store to get your "fixins" for your wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with your family do you think of others who may be alone  or have no money for a delicious meal? They sell gift cards at the counter, maybe we could pick one up and offer it to someone we know may not be able to afford a turkey. Maybe we could all reach out of our comfort zone and invite the lonely person who lives across the street to join in our family celebration. The thought of someone we don't know joining us for a "family meal" may make us uncomfortable......maybe another time right? This holiday season is suppose to be about time spent with family......

Remember, we are ALL a part of God's family and he want's us to share his love with others, no matter the season. 

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. No pressure to buy gifts or decorate. Just a time of Prasising God for his goodness and mercy. A time to reflect on our many blessings and to share God's love unconditionally with others. To bad we don't make every day a Day of Thanksgiving instaed of just celebrating on the fourth Thursday of November, once a year!

Luke 14: 13,14

"But when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind, and you will be blessed. Although nthey cannot repay you, you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous"

Jackie Snider

October 1, 2015, 8:01 AM


Websters definition of grief is this:

Deep sorrow, especially caused by someones death.

Webster's definition of sorrow is this:

A feeling of deep distress caused by loss, disappointment or misfortune.

If I can be blunt, which I usually am, I think webster needs a new definition of grief. Let me explain my reasoning behind my thinking this way.

First of all, sorrow and grief are not just feelings. It goes much deeper. It can affect so much more than feelings. It can cripple reality. It can destroy relationships. It can cause physicial pain. It can affect social  situations.  Grief in itself can cause another type of dying.....a death of your heart that no medication can fix.

When a person is touched so deeply and affected to the core of their being by a special person , a special one of a kind person, the depth of the pain is endless. 

Death is a part of living. All people have to experience death, there is no way around that fact. We live, we die. As human beings we usually expect our path in life to include the   experience of losing someone we love and hold dear. It happens.  Older people die, people get sick, they die in unforseen accidents. The reality of death hits us all at some point in our lives. 

But what happens when God calls home a child from it's mama. A mama that loved so deeply, so completely, a love that was so committed, so treasured, so consuming........what happens then?

For others who may have known this child and been touched by his presence grief may be short lived. Life moves on. Memories sustain them.

For the mama who gave her all to this child life stands stoped the moment death entered the room. Memories aren't enough. Pictures aren't enough. Kind words and prayers aren't enough. Time is not enough.

The only thing that is ENOUGH, is God's promise to me and other mama's in this same situation as myself. 

The promise of Psalm 71:20

Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up.

Jackie Snider


11-18-2015 at 8:22 AM
Beverly Zuvers
Jackie, I feel your pain to the deepest levels of my being. People say it get easier as time goes on, NO it doesn't. Deep within you will be Bossy's life, and the love you shared. It will creep up and take hold of you for the rest of your life here on earth. What happens is you will find a place for him that will forever be yours and the pain will not be every sec. of every day, but it will be a part of you always.
Your next post is on Thanksgiving and I was not able to comment there. So I write here, thank you for the reminder to reach out to the lonely, those who are alone. God Bless you Jackie Snider.
10-14-2015 at 10:11 AM
Barb Crisenbery
Hang on to this promise and truly believe it. There is always something good to come out of grief when you trust in our Almighty Savior. You are in my prayers, "mother of many". God will comfort you and He is enough.
10-05-2015 at 4:59 PM
David Mathis
This blog hits hard. It is heartfelt and speaks to so many who have lost people way to soon. Thanks, Jackie.
Post a Comment

Page 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8   Entries 16-20 of 37
Contents © 2019 Living Hope Free Methodist Church | Church Website Provided by | Privacy Policy