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Monday, December 2, 2019

Breaking Chains with a Christmas Carol

As a non-believer, I would sing carols without understanding the words. Once God shed His light into my heart and made me His, the songs mean so much more. 
One of my favorite carols is O Holy Night. Here is 
 my favorite line in the song,

"Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother and in His name, all oppression shall cease."

I was in chains.  Chains of self-doubt, worry and unbalanced expectations.

I saw myself as unlovable, worthless, without a purpose. 

Jesus changed me when I believed this truth.

As we celebrate the birth of our Savior, let's take a look at my favorite verse in O Holy Night and compare it to Scripture.

Chains Shall He break  

He brought them out of darkness, the utter darkness, and broke away their chains. Psalm 107:14 NIV

I am your servant, LORD, I serve you just as my mother did; you have freed me from my chains. Psalm 116:16 NIV

For the slave is our brother

 but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant (slave), and coming in the likeness of men Philippians 2:7 NKJV

For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother Mathew 12:50 NIV

For He who sanctifies and those who are sanctified all have one source, That is why He is not ashamed to call them brothers Hebrews 2:11 ESV

and in His name, all oppression shall cease

Then we cried to the LORD, the God of our fathers, and the LORD heard our voice and saw our affliction, our toil, and our oppression. Deuteronomy 26:7 ESV

From oppression and violence, He redeems their life... Psalm 72:14 ESV

I remember the prophecy of Isaiah 61 concerning Jesus. 

The Spirit of the Lord is on me because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to set the oppressed free, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor Luke 4:18-19 NIV

Jesus declared that He is the fulfillment of prophecy. 

I envision people walking out of jail cells with no shackles, leaping for joy at their newfound freedom.
Heads lifted high to greet the sun instead of staring at their feet. Hearts that once craved love now possess complete acceptance in Christ who is Love.

As we celebrate His birth, let us never forget that He is the Messiah.  The promised one.

Immanuel, God with us. 

He is the only one who breaks chains, heals wounds, and sets the captives free from the bondage of sin.

My heart rejoices and I want to fall on my knees in reverence and worship.
Let's join the angels and praise the Holy one for all He has done for us.

What is your favorite Christmas carol and why? Join the conversation.

If you are going through a difficult time, don't go through it alone.  Contact me.  I will pray with you.  We can seek the face of Christ together.  godsfruit3@gmail.com

Sunday, December 1, 2019



Hush – by Leanna Sain

She dreams a murder before it happens.
A young woman is strangled while her killer sings the words from the lullaby, “Hush, Little Baby.”

Lacey Campbell’s life is full, but not idyllic. As the head chef for a chic restaurant and primary caregiver to a mother with Alzheimer’s, she doesn’t have time for the nightmare and at first, she tries to deny it. But the next day, she discovers it's a disturbing reality. When she dreams of the second heinous murder, she knows it’s time to tell the police.

Detective Ford Jamison is called back to the little coastal town to help with the case and soon notices an alarming trend: the killer is using the lullaby as a “blueprint” to target women who resemble Lacey. This doesn’t slow the killings and now Lacey is afraid to fall asleep at night because the next face she sees in her dream might be her own.
As a hurricane churns ever closer to the little coastal town, danger and suspicion spin out of control. Time is running out. Can they stop the killer before the last verse of the lullaby?

Leanna Sain, earned her BA from the University of South Carolina before moving back to the NC mountains. She calls Miracle Hill Farm home, but she lives mostly in her imagination. Her Southern suspense or “GRIT-lit,” showcases her plot-driven method that successfully rolls elements of best-selling authors Mary Kay Andrews, Nicholas Sparks, and Jan Karon all together, making it her own. She loves leading discussion groups and book clubs. For more information or to contact her visit: www.LeannaSain.com

**Note: I wrote Hush while my mother was in the final stages of Alzheimer’s. To honor her, I’m donating a portion of book sales to Alzheimer’s research. Please help by getting a copy, spreading the word, and writing a book review.


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Thursday, October 17, 2019


The Spirit whispered to me as I stood in the emergency room. My grandmother fell and hit her head. Her confusion and lack of memory alarmed me enough to call the ambulance.
 While my grandmother was off for some tests,  I watched the hustle and bustle of the doctors and nurses attended to their patients.  I prayed and asked God to use me to bring hope to anyone that needed it. 
In the corner, stacking the gauze, towels, and other supplies was a volunteer.  She looked tired and worn.  The Lord impressed upon my heart to speak to her. 
"The doctors and nurses would be lost without you," I said as I tried to make eye contact.
She looked at me with confusion.  I repeated the statement.  "The doctors and nurses would be lost without you."  She gave me a shy smile. 
 Over the course of our short conversation, I learned that she volunteered a few nights a week after her day job.  I told her how much we appreciated the volunteers at the hospital.
I have been to this emergency room with my grandmother
more times than I care to mention. Volunteers are the glue that holds this emergency room together. Thank you!   She smiled.  
"Thank you for talking to me, you are the first person who has talked to me all day.  I was so very sad and angry, I felt like my life didn't matter.  I was going to go home and just cry.  You have made me so happy, Thank you again."
She told me that her grandmother took her last breath in this hospital and that is why she volunteers.
"God bless you," I said.
"He has, you took the time to talk to me." 
She turned and finished stocking the shelves.
God knew this women's loneliness.  
God notices everything and everyone and wants to use us to reveal His love to them.
 I praised God for the opportunity to show someone the love of Christ.  May I always be ready to listen to the Spirit.
My grandmother did have a concussion. My sisters and I showed her the love of Christ by singing to her and spending time with her as she healed.
Has God used someone in your life when you were lonely or sad? Has God used you to bring love and joy into a person's life?
Join the conversation.

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

My Name Mean Broken

"CHINGALING!" Laura and Zola shouted as a glass vase crashed to the floor. They saw me standing in the doorway of their white stucco home. Saturdays were high dusting days for this mother and daughter team and I startled them.

I came to say goodbye.  It was time for me to leave Honduras and return to Rhode Island, USA.
I worked in Guinope for three months assisting Dr. Pearlita Marcy at the local medical clinic.   
The people of Guinope were now my friends.  We ate together, prayed together and laughed together.
When I first arrived in Guinope many people could not pronounce my name, Cherrilynn (Sherry Lynn) As hard as they tried they could not pronounce the "SH";  it always sounded like "CHI".    
My name became Chingaling. I grew to love it.
Unbeknownst to everyone in Guinope, my heart was broken.  
I was in a rocky relationship with a gentleman from the states. The relationship had ended, but I did not want to let go. 
Holding on seemed to be a pattern with me.
I could not leave my emotional baggage at the airport when I arrived, I dragged it down dirt roads, through the hospital at Tegucigalpa, and rested it by my bed at night.
 My wounds from childhood abuse screamed to be healed, and they would not stop just because I was in a foreign land.
 I was good at hiding all that brokenness, fear, and depression.

The Lord was at work in this quiet mountainside village.
His loving hand desired to touch my wounds and mend them as I helped the doctor heal physical wounds.
I had many long talks with God as I walked through the dusty streets of Guinope. (emotional baggage in tow)
 God began to heal my broken heart. The weight of despair dissipated as I loosened my grip on the handle of my broken identity.

"As my friends turned to stare at the glass shattered on the floor.
Chingaling!"  they repeated.
"Are you that happy to see me?" I said.
"No, I mean yes," Laura said.
Then Laura and Zoila looked at each other with amusement and delight.
"Chingaling!" they shouted and began to laugh a full belly laugh. 
I thought they were going to fall off the wood seats.
"What's so funny?"
I began to laugh with them.
They stepped off the chairs, avoiding the glass.
"Chingaling," Laura said as she pointed to the broken glass on the floor.  Laura spoke fluent English.
"The Spanish word for the sound of glass as it crashes to the floor is chingaling."
I hugged them both and Laura and I cleaned up the glass.
As I swept the pieces of broken glass into the dustpan, the Holy Spirit impressed these words upon my heart.
Chingaling, I am sweeping up the broken pieces of your heart.  I will mend them together for my joy and purpose.
The Lord also reminded me of Scripture
 "He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds." Psalm 147:3 

That was many years ago.  God kept His promise. My heart's healed from past abuse and my baggage is gone. 
 I only remember a few Spanish words, but I will never forget my name, Chingaling. 
Do you feel shattered, like there are too many broken pieces to repair?
God promises to bind the brokenhearted. Run into His loving arms for healing.
Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed;
save me, and I shall be saved,
for you are my praise.  Jeremiah 17:14