Saturday, April 13, 2013

What and who is on Facebook?


Facebook to me, has meant a place to share family events that revolve around positive attributes of love, happiness, and all the joys of family life. It serves as a platform for me to share prayer needs, together with the Living Truths of the God I believe in and follow.
I 'dislike' it when users post their dirty laundry, or use it as a place to slander, or expose the privacy of others without consent, and everything else that is negatively destructive.  I find all this distasteful and unnecessary. A site called something negative like "Face Off', should be created for people who partake in negative and soul destroying interaction.

It is a networking site I joined, believing to be clean and safe from the painstaking claws of evils that want to consume as many souls as it can to join in its own fate of the eternal, rancid and, deathly fiery darkness it is consumed by. I believed it was safe from evil forces that so desperately want to pry into the innocence of naivety, into the safe boundaries set by parents for their children, into the hearts of those pursuing the path of all that is clean, safe and pure.

However, curiosity on how safe this site is, revealed pages that have changed my perception of ‘family networking site’ to one of ‘unsafe networking site’. I typed key words into search, and absolutely revolting, sexually explicit pages were revealed! Nothing is censored, and not a lot left to the imagination!

The question I ask now is, “What kind of networking site has Facebook become? Will appropriate action be taken, and where will the line be drawn”?

I will continue to promote all that I believe in on Facebook, but, I think it necessary for us to band together and shun all that should not be there. All that adult entertainment stuff, all that smut that is for free to all. Let's stand in and effort to help those whose curiosity will drag them down to the pits of eternal death, be safe from the wrath of sin.
Please join me in lots of posts to the 'Facebook' team page, where complaints can be made about what and who should be on the supposed family networking site.


Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Quiet Please

Psalm 141:3 (NKJV)                                                                     3 Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth; Keep watch over the door of my lips.

So often we speak before sincerely thinking about the impact of our words. And because of that, we can either lift people’s spirits, or totally break them down.

The questions are: What impact would you want your words to have? How would you want others to respond to you? What sort of aura do you want to impart? Do you want to earn respect and friends, or do you want people to steer clear of you, turning your space into absolute loneliness. 

I would imagine that you would want to have a positive impact, allowing others to respond with respect, filling them with a desire to become a friend who loves being in your sincerely positive, caring and peaceful space.

Lord God, thank You for Your Word, which teaches and encourages us to lean on, and trust in your guidance. Father, as You guard our mouths from destruction, please fill us with wisdom to speak in ways that will radiate joy, peace, and Your light, into all those we interact with. In Jesus name I pray, amen. 


Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Love first...the only way to win love back!

Tuesday night within the inner city was cold but dry, with an open cloudless sky alight with bright shining stars. Every road and corner displayed the distaste of an inner city that was void of municipal workers, with litter and sewerage lining the roadside curbs, causing a heavy stench that filled the dry night air.

The streets were buzzing with life of those loud and intoxicated,  others waiting to be picked up by prospective clients, some hustling for business of illegal substances, others selling their produce of hard and honest labour, smoke looming fires as some sold cooked hot meals, children wondering around with no agenda, other children near death in ill health, and then others just milling with nothing better to do. The shelters were full with residents who could rest comfortably knowing they had achieved a successful day which allowed them to pay rent for a bed with a roof over their head. Every profitable end of day for those residents allows them to switch off, putting to sleep thoughts of tomorrow’s hustling or working for the next night’s rental. The new dilemma will begin as they awake and wonder if and how they will earn enough to pay for the following days accommodation?

The cloud of oppressive evil loomed over the inner city as usual, leaving me heartbroken once again. I was where I chose to be, doing what I love doing, which is to love those who feel oppressed by life and what it's dealt and still deals them, even though their pain hurts me too.

As often happens, I could not sleep on my return home. I sat up and deliberated with God, crying out to Him in anguish for those hurting, sick and broken people. I reached for my bible and opened it to seek a word of healing and comfort. It opened to Isaiah 50 and upon reading from verse 1; I felt it did not offer the comfort I was seeking, until I got to verse 4. It was then that I realized that God was speaking to me and affirming that my heartache was like His. His Word confirmed that being out on the streets, loving all those hurting people, was where He needed me to be, that feeling and seeing oppression was what I should expect. I felt, through His Word, that my heart was breaking for what breaks His, and through that, He was with me every step of the way, guiding me to those who needed love. It spoke to me saying I should not fear, nor allow the evil to get to me, that a broken heart is what I needed, to draw me closer to Him in faith and prayer.

His affirmation has prepared me well in advance, to go out again into the oppressed inner city, to visit the lost and hurting, to love them first as God does, before sharing the truth of His promises and hope of eternal life, to all that call on His magnificent and awesome name.

The Message: Isaiah 50                                                                                                                                                                       Who Out There Fears God?
1-3 God says: "Can you produce your mother's divorce papers proving I got rid of her? Can you produce a receipt proving I sold you? Of course you can't. It's your sins that put you here, your wrongs that got you shipped out. So why didn't anyone come when I knocked? Why didn't anyone answer when I called? Do you think I've forgotten how to help? Am I so decrepit that I can't deliver? I'm as powerful as ever, and can reverse what I once did: I can dry up the sea with a word, turn river water into desert sand, And leave the fish stinking in the sun, stranded on dry land . . . Turn all the lights out in the sky and pull down the curtain."

4-9The Master, God, has given me a well-taught tongue, so I know how to encourage tired people. He wakes me up in the morning, Wakes me up; opens my ears to listen as one ready to take orders. The Master, God, opened my ears, and I didn't go back to sleep, didn't pull the covers back over my head. I followed orders,
stood there and took it while they beat me, held steady while they pulled out my beard, Didn't dodge their insults, faced them as they spit in my face. And the Master, God, stays right there and helps me, so I'm not disgraced. Therefore I set my face like flint, confident that I'll never regret this. My champion is right here.
Let's take our stand together! Who dares bring suit against me? Let him try! Look! The Master, God, is right here. Who would dare call me guilty? Look! My accusers are a clothes bin of threadbare socks and shirts, fodder for moths!

10-11Who out there fears God, actually listens to the voice of his servant? For anyone out there who doesn't know where you're going, anyone groping in the dark, here’s what: Trust in God. Lean on your God! But if all you're after is making trouble, playing with fire, Go ahead and see where it gets you. Set your fires, stir people up, blow on the flames, but don't expect me to just stand there and watch. I'll hold your feet to those flames.

Thank you Lord Jesus for Your Word, and for hearing  us when we call on Your precious and wonderful name, in Jesus name I pray, amen!

Sunday, January 1, 2012

With The Disciples!

Not too sure where I was! Not too sure what exactly I was doing! I do know however that it involved praying.

Suddenly, I was sitting on a little hill of my own, with a blanket of green grass underneath me. The hill abruptly flattened out, and it was as though I was on a carpet of beautiful soft lawn with a rustic brown frill of soil.

It started moving like the magic carpets you see in the animated genie movies. There was no one that I could see pushing or pulling the piece of earth, but it was moving. I moved into a zone away from life on earth itself, or so it seemed. I was surrounded by blankness, bright beautiful blankness.

It was then that I heard voices of men, learned men. They were deliberating about a manual, a life manual. Their voices sounded ancient but extremely wise, like elders with sensible knowhow.

I looked and did not see their faces, but, and although I could not visually identify them, something told me who they were.

I was sitting in the presence of Paul, Peter, Simon and other disciples who I am unable to name. Yes, the disciples were with me, or should I say, I was with them. I was grounded on the piece of lawn so could not move closer to them.

Their deliberation was centered on me. I was in awe; I could not believe where I was, this honour, to be with such amazing men of God. These guys knew Jesus in person. They had walked and talked and eaten with Him. These men learnt firsthand, in the flesh, from the Great Master, the Great I Am. And I was in their company, wow!

Then one of them walked over to me. It was Paul. He looked deep into my eyes and said, “This is your manual of life, from God Himself”! With that he handed me a book, turned and walked back to the others.

Once again, the green lawn carpet that I was still sitting on began to move back in the direction it came. Soon I was back in familiar earthly surroundings.

I landed back in my childhood home, on the same couch we grew up with. The sitting room was full of people, some I knew and others not. The lawn carpet was nowhere to be seen.

I had the manual in my hand, the only proof to me of where I had been.

I jumped to my feet, manual in raised hand and started shouting with uncontrollable excitement.

“Whoever does not believe in prayer is crazy. I have just been with Paul, Peter, Simon and other disciples, and they have given me this manual of life, it’s an answer to prayer. God is real, everyone needs to believe, He is real, and this manual is from Him”.

I was shouting and waving the manual in the air in my hand. I did not care if any thought I was crazy because I knew where I had been, who I was with, and what happened. It was all very clear and very real. I wanted everyone there to know that Jesus is alive and real, that they should all believe.

And then I woke up.

I had been dreaming, and all I wanted to do was to go back to that wonderful dream just so I could maybe go back to that place where the disciples were, that place which was clearly that much closer to my Lord Jesus.

After deliberating about the manual, I realized that it was the Bible, the Living Word of God, from God Himself. I am not too sure of the message I am supposed to derive from the dream, and I kind of wish there was an interpreter.

For now I will believe that God is trying to tell me that I need to soak more into His Living Word so that I can meditate more on what I am needing to do in obedience to His calling.

Acts 2:17  (NKJV)                                                                                                                                            ‘ And it shall come to pass in the last days, says God,
That I will pour out of My Spirit on all flesh;
Your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
Your young men shall see visions,
Your old men shall dream dreams.

©Cheryl D. Robins 2011

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Out of His Deep Blue
It looked like a huge Stingray, which made me side step out the way. As I did, it billowed out and seemed to pop, like a huge balloon, before disappearing into His deep blue again.                                              

I stopped walking in the waves crest, and waited on the sand for a better look. It disappeared as the waves sucked it back in, and it then came back, this time closer and bigger.

What I was seeing was no fish; it was blue and gold, and lots of it. I stepped back into the waves, knee deep, and reached for it as the waves pushed it in closer to me. I grabbed onto it with a somewhat fearless confidence.

I reached and pulled it out of the deep blue sea. It was a piece of cloth. I hauled and pulled and it seemed never ending. It was beautifully intact, no fraying, no holes, nothing but a perfect piece of very long beautiful gold and blue fabric.

This was no ordinary piece of fabric, I took it as a gift from God, for whatever reason I did not know, but I thanked Him for allowing me the ease to retrieve and receive it, and for His gift from His deep blue ocean.

It was heavy laden with water and sand, so I had to drag it before I could gather it into my arms. I took it into the estuary and rinsed off all the sand and tried to fold it, but failed. So I rolled it into my arms and carried it back to the chalet.

I draped it over the lines, as one was not enough. I had to peg it on each line and as I hung it the wind tried to grab hold of it causing it to billow into beautiful waves of gold and blue. As I watched it, I thought about what I could do with it; I could get some pj’s made, or we could make lovely tops or skirts. There was so much that could be done with it. I watched it billow in the wind with joy, and when it dried, I took it off with ease as it was now very lightweight. I folded it and put it away ready to take back home.

This was the weekend before Christmas and we were spending it with my sister and her husband at a holiday resort. The following weekend would be another that we would be spending together at a friend of my sister for Christmas lunch. So, whilst we were there we discussed which part of the meal we would prepare and take along.

On the same day we arrived back home, I washed my beautiful gift from God. Again I looked at it on the line and spent many thoughts on what I could do with it.

During the week, the plans for Christmas changed. Suddenly we were having Christmas lunch at our house. There would be six of us so I had to think about table settings, whether inside or outside. We could do it at the dining table for six, and I could use my lovely woven white tablecloth. However, around the table was quite squashy and if it was a hot day we would struggle with the heat. I thought about outside by the pool, and if I put the two tables together, lengthways, it would be perfect. However, I did not have a tablecloth to fit across those two tables…or did I?

I went to my linen cupboard and searched for a tablecloth and I found nothing to fit. I held up the fabric from the deep blue and that is when the reason for the gift of that beautiful gold and blue fabric struck me. It was a tablecloth for Christmas day, the perfect width and length, enough to cut and use on two different table settings. God knew our Christmas plans before I did, and He knew the weather would be perfect to sit outside, and He knew that I would love to have the same cloth on the two joined tables, and the serving table too. He knew why I needed that cloth long before I found it. I imagine He must have laughed with all the thoughts that were forming in my mind about how I could use it. Once again I was drawn into praise and thanks giving for my Heavenly Dad who knew so much better than me.

He saw me walking on that beach, far from where we were fishing, and I believe He’d ordained very long ago to send my gift in a way that I would know it was from Him. I believe He also knew that I would use it as a conversational piece to magnify the reason for celebrating Christmas. He clearly knew I would share that Jesus was a gift for us sinners, and the gold and blue fabric, a gift for our celebration luncheon about His birth and life.

Thank You Lord Jesus for the beautiful blue and gold fabric, a special and beautiful gift, sent especially for me on the waves of Your deep blue ocean, to use specifically to lift, praise and glorify Your precious name. Thank You, my Awesome Father God, especially for Your Son Jesus, and my new tablecloth, in His name I pray, amen.

Ephesians 2:8
For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God

©Cheryl D. Robins 2011

Monday, September 12, 2011


When we lose a loved one so dear

We ask why and don’t understand

Our hurt revealed with many a tear

An open display of pain we disband

At this time we can reach to our Father

And surrender all the sorrow we have

He understands pain like none other

And will comfort us with all His love

So don’t sit and mourn all on your own

And hold onto what you can’t comprehend

Call on Jesus who will not leave you alone

And trust in Him for your pain to end

Matthew 5:4

Blessed are those who mourn, For they shall be comforted.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Laughing...what a joy!

Every morning when I return home after school drop off or shopping, one of my 3 cats, Kovu, waits in the driveway for me. As I open the electric gate and reverse into my carport, he runs around the side of the house, jumps into the window and sits in the sitting room waiting, as if he was there all the time.

Today was the same, however, there was a twist that had me laughing hysterically.
As I reversed in, the dog from next door who was running on the road, ran into my yard. I stopped the car, jumped out wanting to chase him out the gate again. But he was nowhere to be found.

I then realised that he had jumped over the wall back into his own yard, but not before I scanned the area looking for him.

Whilst scanning, something in the tree caught my eye. It was very bushy with a wide tail and it was clinging with all fours wrapped around the tree trunk. My first thoughts were, it's a fuzzy squirrel. Then the fuzzy animal turned its head to look down, eyes huge and white. That is when I realised what or rather, who it was.

It was my Kovu who had obviously run out of the way of the dog and straight up the the dogs yard.

He looked so funny and I could not stop laughing as I thought what his thoughts must have been when he saw that dog charging towards him. He would not have known that the dog was running away from me, probably in fear too.

When I eventually unlocked the security gates and front door, low and behold, guess who was lying there as if nothing had happened, my funny fuzzy Kovu.

For the laugh I had and the joy I felt whilst laughing, I give thanks to my Lord, the Creator of me and my emotions.

Laughing is good medicine and something I recommend that everyone endure on a daily basis.

Psalm 100: 1-3
1 Make a joyful shout to the Lord, all you lands! 2 Serve the Lord with gladness; Come before His presence with singing. 3 Know that the Lord, He is God; It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves; We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.