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About missvsez

single fun loving Christian female. I spent the first 30 years of my life a slave to sin. Now I spend my time serving the Lord and sharing his word with others. I am a retired Montesorri preschool teacher. I do child and pet care to make some extra money. In 2017 I as diagnosed with Cushing Syndrome and I am taking each day at a time as I fight to beat, I believe that with the Lords help thee is nothing I cannot do. "True worship is like a good meal, it brings you joy and fills you up with gladness."

Keep Your Eye On The Prize

DON’T YOU REALIZE THAT IN A RACE EVERYONE RUNS,BUT ONLY ONE PERSON GETS THE PRIZE? SO RUN TO WIN!” 1 Corinthians 9:24

Anyone who knows me well knows that I love baseball. When I was growing up, my father either played or coached baseball. His passion for the game never dwindled up until the day he died. When dad was coaching his goal was to instill that same love into the hearts of his players. This was never more evident than when he was coaching Little League when we were stationed in Germany in the late 60’s. The Little League field was in the flight path of the passenger jets that flew into the Frankfurt International Airport and often times play would have to be stopped while they passed over the area. My father taught his team to be focused on and fascinated with the game, and that nothing should distract them from that moment. That perspective made his team the best 2 years, running with a perfect record of no losses. They were 31-0, the perfect team almost, one more win in the final playoff game and they would be most winning team ever in the history of Minor Little League at Rhine Main Air Base. The distractions had been null in that final game, and in the top of the ninth with the score 1-0, everything hinged on the opposing team failing to score. In the middle of the 9th inning with a man on third, a huge Pan Am jet cast a shadow over the field, dad’s team remained focused as a pinch hitter came up to bat, all but his left fielder who appeared to be distracted by the presence of the massive plane that hovered above the field. He had turned to watch it fly over the fence, and totally missed the first two pitches that resulted (thankfully) in strikes. In a rare moment, dad called a time out, and walked casually out to where his left fielder stood gazing at the jetliner as it flew out of sight. He turned around just in time to see dad face to face. Dad exchanged words with the young man, shook his hand and made his way back to the other end of the field near third base. The pitcher threw the ball, the pinch hitter swung, and cracked his bat to make a perfect hit to the inner left field. It flew past the first base man, and directly into the glove of the left fielder who had run up to stand a mere six inches behind him. Game over, they reached their goal of 32-0. Later when asked what the coach had said to him the player said,”Coach asked me if I wanted to finish the game, or walk through the gate and watch the airplaines on the other side. I had to make a choice to be in or out of the game, to help finish what we had started, or not be a part of it all. I chose to stay. Something told me to move in closer, I am glad I did.” O LORD, THANK YOU FOR THE LIFE RACE YOU HAVE GIVEN US TO RUN. WE LOVE YOU, LORD, AND WE WANT TO RUN OUR RACE WITH JOY AND WITH OR EYES FOCUSED ON YOU, BECAUSE WE KNOW THAT WE, TOO ARE RUNNING FOR OUR LIFE.”

Life Before Thirty : Part One

The years before I gave my life over to the Lord were not easy ones, but I can’t so they were hard ones either. I knew who God was, I knew about His Son Jesus, but I didn’t have an intimate relationship like I do now. I have  fond memories of going to church growing up, attending Sunday school and Vacation Bible School. and spending Sunday afternoons reading bible stories from my moms big family bible. I loved that bible. It sat on the nightstand on my mother’s side of the bed. It was a big book filled beautiful paintings depicting the many stories from the bible ; and before  I could read my mother or father were easily coerced into sharing the stories that went along with those images. Once I learned to read I searched that big bible for the stories that partnered those classic murals and read them over and over again ; until I could recite the stories by heart. When I was eight my father’s step mother Minnie, gave my twin sister and I little white bibles with the just the new testament and Psalms. This book was miniscule in comparison to my mother’s big family bible and it held little interest to me at first. It had no pictures or cool charts in it and the print seemed so small. Yet despite being tiny it became useful to me. It was with me always until I turned fifteen. Minnie gifted us with a bigger white bible for our fifteenth birthday, one with the old and new testament and a few pictures that helped me recall some of my favorite stories from the big family bible.

That bible became my go to book. I was an avid reader back then, and when I couldn’t get to the library I read my favorite stories, but never took the time to take them to heart or apply them to my life. At fifteen I was exploring life from a new view. Like a typical teenager, I let my emotions rule my heart and any relationship I had started to build with the Lord was more personal than intimate. I looked at Jesus as my friend, not my savior and whenever I found myself spinning out of control I opened up that little white book and read for hours. I always felt good afterward, but that was all, I never took time to absorb the meaning of what I read, I just felt some comfort for a while. Looking back I understand now what a mighty God we serve. He could have at anytime given me what I deserved, but He showed me mercy,grace and love in spite of my evil ways. Who was I, that the creator of the universe would spare my life in my wickedness? I was on a downward spiral out of control and definitely in need of a savior, barely holding on and He had my back the whole time. At fifteen I was well on my way to becoming an alcoholic, I was abusing over the counter amphetamines and sexually acting out whenever the occasion arose. I survived it not because I was lucky, but because God had a plan for my life, that only He knew, that He was not ready to reveal to me just yet. My Journey to the cross was yet to begin and I had no idea where life would take me! “For I know the plans that I have for you, says the Lord, plans for peace and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.” Jeremiah 29:11 MEV (Coming up: Life Before Thirty Part Two : God Plants a Garden For Me)

 

Thirty Years a Slave, Thirty Years Saved

Everything wonderful in my life began just a bit over 31 years ago. It was last fall that I came to this conclusion at a women’s ministry get together. We always try to sit with people we don…

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Thirty Years a Slave, Thirty Years Saved

Everything wonderful in my life began just a bit over 31 years ago. It was last fall that I came to this conclusion at a women’s ministry get together. We always try to sit with people we don’t know, which makes ice breaker questions very interesting. Our final question before our actual event started was: “If your life were a book or movie what it be called?” I quickly blurted out ” Thirty Years a Slave , Thirty Years Saved!”  I startled the young mother of two sitting beside me. The look on her face was priceless as she took a sip of whatever she was drinking. “Vonda, why would you say that?” I explained to her and the other three women at my table that I was turning 60 in exactly 30 days, and that I was 30 when I finally totally surrendered my life to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. That singular change in my life early in the morning in the middle of March of 1986, released me from a life of sin, it brought me to my knees and revealed to me that it takes more than being “a good person” to have a personal intimate relationship with The Lord. From that moment on I marched forward seeking that personal relationship. I wanted to know God’s word, understand it, desire it, live it, and love it.

The significance of this revelation 30 years later became apparent as the evening progressed. As our guest speaker shared her testimony, bits and pieces pointed right back at my life! She was just 30  years old and parts of her life mirrored mine. I was overwhelmed as I listened to her words. I had lived a life similar to hers and I knew that a new life was possible, as long as Jesus was the center of it. Like the prodigal son, He had  welcomed me into His loving arms, He called me to the cross, forgave me, and showed me how to live a life unashamed of what had come before that moment. I was free, redeemed renewed, regenerated, and  refreshed. It did not seem like 30 years had passed. It seemed like it had barely begun and yet the memories of the sweet time I had been a part of this wonderful world filled  with joy, hope and love were spread over what suddenly seemed like a new beginning. There I was anticipating turning 60, remembering how the Lord had always patiently waited for  me to come to Him, calling me to come to the cross! I am His, He is mine, He is in me. There is nothing better, my journey with Jesus may be 30 years long, but there is another 30 to come. It is time for me to share my story so that others choose to come to the cross. Is He calling you to join Him? Are you listening?  Join me this month as I share what He has done for me, and what he can and will do for you!

Renew Regenerate Refresh Reflect Repeat

Who doesn’t love spring? Here in my desert mountain valley it definitely comes in like a multitude of roaring lions eager to tease a population longing for sunshine and warm weather. Spring brings …

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Renew Regenerate Refresh Reflect Repeat

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Who doesn’t love spring? Here in my desert mountain valley it definitely comes in like a multitude of roaring lions eager to tease a population longing for sunshine and warm weather. Spring brings us daylight savings time, sunshine, and WIND! Temperatures range from the low 50’s to the 70’s, some days the wind blows and some days it doesn’t. It is a brutal and chilling wind in the midst of a sun that truly means to welcome us with warmth; only to be hindered by the sight of tumble weeds rolling through the pastures of the country side. Despite this I love my Idaho springs, they never change and ever since I was a young child I have welcomed them with great expectations of what is to come. My mother’s daffodils, tulips and iris’ continuously start to bloom when the sun’s rays last longer into the evening. Her Quince bush…

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Renew Regenerate Refresh Reflect Repeat

Who doesn’t love spring? Here in my desert mountain valley it definitely comes in like a multitude of roaring lions eager to tease a population longing for sunshine and warm weather. Spring brings us daylight savings time, sunshine, and WIND! Temperatures range from the low 50’s to the 70’s, some days the wind blows and some days it doesn’t. It is a brutal and chilling wind in the midst of a sun that truly means to welcome us with warmth; only to be hindered by the sight of tumble weeds rolling through the pastures of the country side. Despite this I love my Idaho springs, they never change and ever since I was a young child I have welcomed them with great expectations of what is to come. My mother’s daffodils, tulips and iris’ continuously start to bloom when the sun’s rays last longer into the evening. Her Quince bush brings forth blossoms of red that remind me of the blood Christ shed for me. Precious memories of springs past come to mind. The joy of celebrating the new life that Christ’s death and resurrection brings us is something to behold. I remember getting a new dress every Easter, sometimes accompanied by a lovely straw hat or white cotton gloves. What a glorious feeling would overcome me I wore my new dress! A reminder that I was a new creation with a renewed and regenerated heart because I trusted in a Lord and Savior that died so that I might live! I have a memory of my twin sister and I wearing our matching dresses, hats and gloves, swinging side by side trying to reach heaven and Jesus’ side, singing The Old Rugged Cross at the top of our lungs! Oh what the neighbors must have thought. Thank you Lord for the constant refreshment of my heart mind and soul through your word. Thank you for hearing my prayers and giving me cause to reflect on your goodness, as I call on you in times of need or humble praise.  Thank you for your mercy and grace and the hope of a new home with you.  It all bears repeating, not just in spring time, but every day. Hallelujah, I have been renewed, regenerated, and refreshed by the redeeming blood of Christ.1013611_806900509403873_6783073146817641713_n