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June 8, 2016, 8:28 AM

Diabolos - Devil

Diabolos is the root for the English word devil.

Being a compound word the Greek meaning for dia is through; bolos means to throw a net it also means to beat over and over.

Diabolos literally means to cast through.

There a many types of nets, but for this blog, picture a cast net, which is a lg. net round in shape with many sinkers all round it. Causing the net to pull the fish down to put a hold on them they cannot be freed from. The fish must be seen before a cast net is thrown; this leads me to believe they are swimming in shallow waters.

The devil uses his nets to catch us and to pull us down. He puts strong holds on us to bring us down. To give us lies that we begin to believe as truths.

A strong hold would be like a prison, a fortress this is quality construction. One that has taken time to build, one that is not easily torn down.

When these strong holds of the devil get into our minds, they are like quality construction that puts prisons of untruth in our minds! They have taken time, sometimes years to build and we believe them.

A few strong holds would be doubt, fear, anxiety, hopelessness, overeating, lack of self-worth, you can add your own strong holds to the list.

When we receive the Holy Spirit into our lives we receive a whole army to wage war against the strong holds of Satan.

II Corinthians 10: 3-5 "For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war after the flesh; (For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;) Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;"

Be encouraged through these verses; we do not need to be entrapped by the devil. We have weapons through the Holy Spirit that will break down these strong holds on us.

For a list of these weapons see Ephesians chapter 6.

Back to the picture of the fish caught in shallow waters.  We can’t swim shallow with God, we must dive deep and swim with Him.

Get into the Word of God, pray and study accept the weapons the Holy Spirit has provided and the Devil cannot keep his strong hold on you!

Dear God, as we live and breathe here on this earth, may we swim with your Word, be in your presence daily, hourly if necessary to win the Spiritual Wars within us. You are greater than anything the Devil places on us. Thank you Lord for your perfect love, hesed, a love completely undeserved. In your Son’s name I pray, Amen



06-09-2016 at 10:32 AM
Barb Crisenbery
Great analogy! Another reminder to be in the Word of God.
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May 11, 2016, 9:22 AM


"Train up a child in the way he/she should go and when he is old he will not depart from it".  As our teens graduate from high school and begin their independence, we hold on tight to this promise from Proverbs 22.  We truly need to cover them in prayer because along with the uncertainties and decisions they are making there is also the physical changes that are taking place in their bodies.  The world seems to be at their doorstep with so many possibilities to choose from.  If we as parents and grandparents have expressed to our children how important it is to follow the Lord in all their ways, we have finished the training.  Now just to let them go!  How difficult that is!!  But as we look back on our own lives the lessons were best learned by making mistakes.  Even our muscles grow stronger when we fall down and pull ourselves up a few times. 

If you have teenagers graduating in your circle of family and friends, PRAY HARD for them.  This world needs Godly young people with new and fresh ideas to witness to this ever increasing sinful world.


Submitted by Barb Crisenbery

Grandmother in training.

April 1, 2016, 9:02 AM


Here we are in another awesome season.  SPRING!!  This year it seems to be the story of the high winds in my area.  I have a wooden sign on my back porch that bangs against the house.  I had to take it down the other day because I thought it was going to come right through the wall.  And on this old house that would probably be possible.  But I'm thankful for those winds because it dries up the yard and mud puddles that all the rain has created.   I know pretty soon I'll be ready to plant  flowers so I appreciate the dryer soil.  I have already seen some farmers in their fields and I'm sure they are thankful for the wind as well.

          I remember when I was a young mother and the high winds used to frighten me.  I was always worried about a tornado coming through.  Over the years I have learned that there is nothing I can do to prevent the winds so I have learned to embrace them and just be careful to look for shelter when it's necessary and remember that God is beside me. 

          Hey, is that what we do with the storms of our lives?  We seem overwhelmed at times when our situations are more than we can bare.  But we need to remember that God is beside us to help us find shelter in his word, in our devotions, and through our prayers.  ( " If we will trust in God’s sovereign care for us in life’s storms, He will use us to bear witness to many." ) Quoted from Steven J. Cole 2002.  Weathering the Storm.

          In every season of the year as well as the seasons of our lives we should always be ready to give an answer for the reason of the hope that is within us.  (1 Peter 3:15)  So when the high winds or even the tornados of life try to bring you down, remember that sometimes the Lord is clearing up muddy puddles so that you can plant flowers of hope.  He is always beside us helping us through so that we can give testimony to his faithfulness.

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Barb Crisenbery, Living Hope Secretary

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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
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