Friday’s Sobering Notions; Celebrations๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽˆย 

July 8, 1998 Elias Kenneth Ortize blessed us with his presence into this world. God gave us the greatest gift in that of Eli. He is witty, charming, and has a huge heart for family. He has the sweetest spirit, and kind heart. He is insanely sarcastic, and goofy (not sure where he gets that) ๐Ÿ˜€. 

Tomorrow will be the first birthday that he will not have to retrieve my gift from that of an electronic e-card or the mail box from Washington State to Florida. 

 It has been 4 years that I have waited to spend my most favorite young man’s birthday with. That is what I call a Sober Celebration. Without Sobriety in Christ this would not be taking place. All God’s grace!!

Growing up I was always my kids birthday party planner. Elias’s, 1st year birthday was Veggie Tales. He could even say veggies. He loved Bob, and Larry.  Eli also loved dinosaurs. So he had 2 dinosaur themed birthday parties 2 years in a row. I remember he could not get enough of Toy Story at the time so at 3 years old we got him his first pair of his must have cowboy boots. He did not want to take them off when it came time for bed๐Ÿ˜‚.  He had an Indiana Jones themed birthday (I made the cake, and was so proud), and Terminator too. He is a huge Star Wars fan too. So for 4 years to pass without me being part has been hard to say the least. Lots of tears, and many prayers! Patience has been essential! 

Last night I cried a very deep emotional cry for the celebration we get to share tomorrow (praising and thanking God)! Almost sobbing for all that God has done. 

He is too big for a kiddy party (well he thinks so). We will be dropping off a commuter/mountain bike, and balloons. Also Beats Earphones for the music junkie in him.  Then from there we will be taking him to his restaurant of choice. I am on top of the world to be able to take part in Eli’s birthday celebration. ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽˆ 

It took 4 years for us to be reunited for good. He got in a car leaving Florida, and all the mess of that life behind (his dad & sister). I am so proud he did. He knows I am for real, and consistent. Other than God at this time I am the constant in his life. So you better believe as I pull up in front of us his place with gifts in tow, I am going to run to give him the biggest bear hug ever. I am sure it will be hard to hold back the tears. I have waited patiently in my sobriety on God for these moments to unfold. Lo and behold they are here. That is quite a Sobering Notion!    

Eli has to work harder than most to get to where he needs to be. He lacks in education, and even a license. Life has been rough on him. From both the dealings of myself, and his dad. It is uphill for him everyday, yet he is doing it. Despite all life has handed him he wakes, and begins again. I am here in his healing, to show him what change in Christ looks like. I get the chance again to show him what love is, and Eli’s love for me well simply a miracle!! 

All this celebration is God accredited! He has brought this all to fruition, and helped me stay founded at the cross daily. It is a daily battle. We are strong, we are His!! 

So let’s get this partay started, we are gonna party like it’s 1969…Wohoo!!! God is so good!! He is faithful to complete the work he started, and tomorrow the proof is in the cake. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐ŸŽ‚ 

Romans 12:12

Let your hope keep you joyful, be patient in your troubles, and pray at all times.

Plucked from the decomposing garden

I was plucked from the decomposing garden that was my life, it was all over grown a wretched perception. It needed pruned, and somehow from ruins and decomposition God heard my cries

The gate was rusty, and the weeds so many they intertwined toppling me with every step. Scathed from the thicket. My body bruised, battered, and scorned. The gate began to screech open. Jesus was my ticket out

I had been prisoner of this unkempt land for years. It was all I knew. I just assumed it was my lot for life. I even chose my burial spot within. I lived within the decay, and rot. My memory forgot of any other way of life

Just upon the gardens gate was life. It was colorful, delightful, and free. I was scared I did not belong there. As my hue was lacking for any color. A corpse walking Amoung the dead. I was unkempt, and a dreadful sight

Yet the garden gate remained open calling me into the light. Wanting me to get out of the tall grasses that held me captive blocking my view. Poison Ivy was taking over, it was now or never. My endeavor was to make it through the gate. Even if I crawled, focusing on the tree of life. It sat just on the other side. It was giving me strength to leave

Scared to death. I wriggled my body through the posiness plants. My flesh wanted badly to stay. I knew no other way of to live. The dark was what my eyes had become accustomed too. The light was blinding

There He was taller than the grass surrounding me (Jesus). He came through with wrath, and a gardeners hoe. He illumated the garden. Snakes slithered and hid. Toxic plants began to wither. As I kept inching toward He was clearing my path. It was my Lord and Savior. He came for me

My cries were heard, and understood. He translated every sob. He then picked me up from the dirt filled floor, and carried me the rest of the way through the gate. Sat me in front of the tree, and shut the door tight. He then sealed it for no entry. I was plucked from the decomposing garden that was my life. Sat underneath the tree of life, grace dripped like sap into my lap. Napped there for rest was real

Upon waking I  looked up, and He gently kneeled wiping the tears from my eyes. My vision was clear. Just then a deer was a passer by panting for the water close. So my soul too, longed for that same water, and I could cup into my hands as much as I wanted to. In an instant I was made clean, I gave all my shame to Him. He cleansed me from within. 

I was filled with color, and was motioned to go drink from the living water until I got my fill. This was my life being created brand new. For He rescued me, heeded my pleas. He had the keys to unlock my imprisonment. Unkempt I did not stay, free to be in Jesus I was

My Favorite Psalm 116

116:1 I love that the Lord should hear my voice and my supplications. 

116:2 Because He hath inclined His ear unto me, therefore will I call upon Him all my days. 

116:3 The cords of death compassed me, and the straits of the nether-world got hold upon me; I found trouble and sorrow. 

116:4 But I called upon the name of the Lord: ‘I beseech thee, O the Lord, deliver my soul.’ 

116:5 Gracious is the Lord, and righteous; yea, our God is compassionate. 

116:6 the Lord preserveth the simple; I was brought low, and He saved me. 

116:7 Return, O my soul, unto Thy rest; for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee. 

116:8 For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from stumbling. 

116:9 I shall walk before the Lord in the lands of the living. 

116:10 I trusted even when I spoke: ‘I am greatly afflicted.’ 

116:11 I said in my haste: ‘All men are liars.’ 

116:12 How can I repay unto the Lord all His bountiful dealings toward me? 

116:13 I will lift up the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the Lord. 

116:14 My vows will I pay unto the Lord, yea, in the presence of all His people. 

116:15 Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints. 

116:16 I beseech Thee, O the Lord, for I am Thy servant; I am Thy servant, the son of Thy handmaid; Thou hast loosed my bands. 

116:17 I will offer to thee the sacrifice of thanksgiving, and will call upon the name of the Lord. 

116:18 I will pay my vows unto the Lord, yea, in the presence of all His people; 

116:19 In the courts of the Lord’S house, in the midst of thee, O Jerusalem. Hallelujah.


The harpist playing upon my heart strings

My head whirly about with so much thought, I almost feel sick at the stomach. Stop that, oh it is you Lord speaking to my heart. Nudging me, pulling me in your direction. Whispers softly the Holy Spirit, so keen to know me. Look up

Oh yes God I believe you have called me out, it is worry. Yes Lord I read your word daily, write about how faithful a God I serve. Yet here I sit squirmisly anxiety ridden. Nail biting me, no. Frivolously doing the what ifs, yes. Yes Lord you want ALL of me. I am holding back a few strands of my heart strings. I hear the harpist pluking, and the melody missing the keys. Flat as can be. Yes Lord this is me. You know me oh so well

My heart feels heavy laden. Like a raven wanting to take flight. Yet here I sit in recognition of it. So Lord I give you ALL the strands of ALL my heart strings, my life! I yield it ALL to you. I hold nothing, empty I sit. All the walls are down. Send the angelic harpist back, let her melodic music pronounce I am in tune with you. Maybe a lullaby to pass the time of my mundane mind 

As I bow my head to pray, and give you ALL holding nothing back. Laying prostate at the cross where my veil is lost. You uncovered me yet again, the sober Lisa can’t escape the clarity I find in the harpists rhythmic sounds. When it is out of key I know it, and it ALL I can do get on my face in seek of thee 

Lord rid me of ALL this anxiety and worry. Help me to entrust everything to you. Allow the music heard to be the same as I speak from my mouth, and mesh with my heart. Thank you for knowing, and loving me so much to gently melt your truth upon my heart

Okay harpist let’s hear it now, play until you’re all played out. Then the pianist can sit in for you, and carry on with the same tune…

Play loudly upon my heart in unison we can sing, Praises to thee. 

Philippians 4:6-7

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

Draw me into you…

Draw me close to you with your magnet pull, never let me go. Draw me into you

Rapturous is your grace. Allow me to always seek your face. Tug of war no more, the pull was too great. I gave up, and declared your name (Jesus)! Nothing has been the same. Fell onto gracious land, sinking at your feet. The most absolute liberation 

Stagnant is the weight of the worlds lure, I shall stay baited in your word. A snatch of your line, and I am kept by you. Your love for me devine. Caught by your fisherman’s hands, bringing me back to dry land

My focus is the cross. There I do not toss and turn burning with the days loftiness. Crafted by my maker. Magnetic is your pull, for The I uphold glory, and honor. My genetics lead me back to Genesis. The beginning of this magesticness.There I take root, at the beginning, and know with all my heart with my eyes fixated on you, my end will be that of what Revelation writes. My name in lambs of book of life. Oh what a beautiful sight. 

Draw me close to you, with magnet pull never let me go. Draw me into you 

Word Prompt: Magnet

Psalm 100:2-4

Serve the LORD with gladness; Come before Him with joyful singing. Know that the LORD Himself is God; It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves; We are His people and the sheep of His pasture. Enter His gates with thanksgiving And His courts with praise Give thanks to Him, bless His name.

Way up high on ladders top…

Way high up on the ladders top I could the touch puffy blue sky nature staring back at me, God I know you see me. You God, gave me strength today to do this work. Epilespy stayed at bay 

Way high up on ladders top I could see that of an old roof, and moss overdue. Bees swarm in nests taking cover under shingles there they mingle. Putting my husbands wobbly (scared of heights knees) to the test

Way high up high on ladders top where we worked so hard as the sun glared down with super power eyes pounding our skin. Our backs soaked with sweat. We both smelled ripe, and not good. At least it was both of us. No need to fuss. Hard work, and a day well spent

Way up on high ladders top where husband and wife work as a team in sale of their home. Scraping paint in laughters dome. So dirty by the end you could no longer tell the color of our skin. Goofy moments to no end

Way up high on ladders top where I declare that God is so good. As my view is love. I am encased with all that comes from above. Then looking over my husbands eyes meet mine in the workmanship we both take part in. Love at first sight. My heart melts in delight

Way up high on ladders top where you sit on top of the world, High a sober high. You should all give it a whirl…โœŒ๐Ÿ’—โ˜๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒž๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ”ฉ๐Ÿ”จ

Photo Credit me, and Aaron. This is a selfie (yeah I know right, yes on a ladder). Like texting and driving, no! Not quite. I am Jane of the Jungle higher than it looks. A tree nestled around me. The ladder angeled for good footing. I felt a little queasy at first, but after a few minutes it was easy. Obviously if I am taking pictures to marvel in later. It was a hard, yet fun day Way Up High on Ladder’s Top. 

Adulting 101, and me…no play today I am on the roof. Poof!

I wince at the fact that instead of sitting here delving into WordPress, instead I get to go out in 92 degree (dry heat) climate and help my husband on the roof. 

Scraping paint, and nailing shingles is our thang today. Don’t be jealous, I am not too over zealous to be on my way. Got 5 weeks for our “For Sale” sign to be placed. So we are in a bit of a time crunch. Excited really, even though it is hot, I know God has got exciting things coming our way. Yay, yay, yay…so me no play! 

Get to wear my tool belt (yes that makes me happy), and melt in the heat if the day๐ŸŒž. No mingling here today, I have Adulting to do. Boo hoo! See you tomorrow, โœŒ Lisa

Later maybe we will indulge in ๐Ÿ•!

Word Prompt: Cringe

High mast as I give allegiance to Jesus my King…the breeze carries far for all to hear echoes of His salvation

I give myself to you. I hold my hand upon my heart in allegiance to you God. My flag flies at high mast every day

I am a soldier in your army. I wake to sharpen my sword daily in your word. Seeping in the words, you gave as instructions for my life 

Making sure I wear the breast plate of righteousness. The belt of truth, shield of faith, helmet of salvation, and sword of the spirit. 

My feet are to be clothed too, “shod” with the gospel of peace. Comitting myself as a warrior brining back news of great triumph

I give myself to you. May my feet take me places they have not set print in. Proclaiming the victory of you, Jesus on the cross for none have to be lost

A victory that brings us peace, and a flag that never has to be hung half mast. May it hang high, and catch the breeze of peace. Making ruffled noises of songs of praise in Jesus’s name 

I give myself to you, each day. I can see if I am on my knees, and if I pray you will help me get through the day. In your word, I will find my sword. I will sharpen it daily

I hold my hand upon my heart in allegiance to you. My flag hangs high “shod” with my fleeting feet from the day. Peace, Victory, Good News proclaimed. Higher on the mast, let all hear from near and far the victory of our Lord Jesus sung through the breeze, at high mast higher even yet for all to see

Ephesians 6:15

Having shod your feet the preparation of the gospel of peace

 Word Prompt: Commit