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It was just one of those days when all I wanted to do is crawl into bed and unwind and from the day troubles. The girls had already been tucked in for the night and the house was quiet. Instead of reaching for my bible and devotionals, I reached for the IPad to see what the latest report was on facebook. Then was off to surf a few videos on Youtube about past world events and various other things. Next thing I had found myself watching videos of some musicians that I enjoyed before becoming a Christian. It’s funny how music can have a memory attached to it, and my thoughts began wander. The sounds of their voices and the beauty of the instruments seemed so tranquil yet seductive. There was a part of me that felt drawn back to them and couldn’t help but ponder why I quit listening to them in the first place. In the moment of the enjoyment I looked over at the clock then realized that time had really gotten away. I then decided to put the IPad down on the nightstand and say a quick prayer before turning out the lights.

In my sleep, I was awoken suddenly from a terrifying nightmare that seemed so real that it took a moment to gain awareness of my actual surroundings. In the dream, I had found myself in an eerie house that felt spiritually cold. As I walked across the wooden floors in the hall I turned to the left and peered into a room that had an old radio setting on the floor unplugged right next to a door that was broken and propped against the wall. The atmosphere turned from calm to ghostly as I stared intently at the radio. It began to play strange music on its’ own that sounded hypnotic. Panic and fear rushed over me knowing it was impossible. I cried out in a loud voice for my husband and tried to run away but instead a strong force from the room began to yank against my body so hard that it knocked me off from my feet. Once I hit the floor it dragged me down the hall towards the room. In my efforts from being pulled in I dug my fingernails as far as I could into the walls. My nails ripped and screeched down the hallway leaving deep gashes and the sounds became piercing. I continued to scream louder for my husband to come, but it was as if he could not hear me. Then a tall man slim in stature and nicely dressed in an all black suit appeared with such a cunning smile. He held out his hand to pull me into safety of the room where he was standing. I found myself holding tightly to his legs as I caught my breath. I began gasping to tell him what had happened as he wrapped his arms around me to give assurance while he stroked his hands slowly through my long dark hair. Suddenly he began to laugh in such a crafty and deceptive tone. I looked upwards to see what he was laughing at and saw his eyes were fixed upon my husbands. As I watched the tears well up into my husbands’ eyes, I felt an overwhelming sense of shame as if I had been found guilty of adultery. “Oh my! This is not the case at all.” I explained. With burning anger in his heart, he turned away and ran out of the room down through the hall. I pushed away from the man to pursue after my husband but once again the force began to pull against me. Upon my struggle to enter into the living room where my husband sat with his head bowing down and hands over his eyes, I fell to the ground and pleaded with him with everything in me. I tried desperately to explain from the beginning what happened with the radio and how I had called for him to come help me. With great tears streaming down his face he reached for my hands and instead I grabbed his wrist and held on for my life. As he continued to listen intently with a seemingly understanding heart I asked “How could a radio play on it’s own while being unplugged?” Immediately after those words where spoken, I looked and his face and it had turned to terror. The very force that had such a hold on me manifested itself into flesh and stood behind me into a likeness of a fierce beast. The horror became thick as the darkness engulfed the room. All of my human senses became alive and the dream became a reality. I could literally feel that creature run his claws up my spine and grabbed me. With his super strength he tried pulling me from my husband’s hands but since we were clutched to one another so tight it was not able to break us apart. We were both terrified and knew it would be difficult to continue to hold on much longer, so I did the only thing I knew to do, and that was to bow my head and call upon the name of the Lord Jesus. Over and over I cried out in a loud voice “Oh God save me, Lord Jesus help me, Lord Jesus!!!!!”  In a flash of a moment I could feel the hand of God come down into the room and rip me from the demons clutches. It was like glass shattering all through the room and with a great flash of lighting I awoke suddenly with fear and trembling and it took a moment to catch my breath as I lay there in euphoria. I was certain that this dream was of the Lord and in the silence a voice came into my heart and spoke “I am jealous for you.” What a moment of reflection it was and thoughts of what this all meant made me search my heart for the cause and deeper spiritual meanings.

I realized that by choosing to be entertained by the vanity and the delusions of the past that the Lord had delivered me from was trying to carry me away. The house represents our minds that we can choose to fill with either good or evil. When the tempter entered in, he began to defile and I found myself being pulled through a door that was broken. The force had such power that it could not be fought against alone. The radio was symbolic to my IPad and the man who seemed so kind was the very accuser who I found myself in the arms of. He would love nothing more than to deceive me into thinking he cares while all the while he is laughing at the pain he brings to those who loved me most.

We must all be careful and on guard of how the enemy will attack us. He will find every way he can through our senses to enter into our minds, even if he has to use something beautiful. There is a deeper meaning beyond the music I listened to that we could all be applied to each of our lives. How many times do we find ourselves watching late night television with subliminal messages or viewing things in secret that no ones knows about? Hocat-vibrancew about sharing personal thoughts with someone other than our spouse? Or perhaps it is the struggle with substance abuse? These are only mild examples. But before long when the enemy has entered into our minds he begins to reap havoc then weakens the soul. He’ll pull us away from the ones who love us the most. His goal is then to begin to destroy our homes, marriages, kids lives, our jobs, and eventually it could lead us to take our own life.

Have you ever had a spouse or love one hold to you with all of their might when the chains of darkness had taken a hold of you? Whether you or I even realize it or not, we are all spiritual beings and what we feed our souls on will only make what is on the inside of us stronger, whether that be good or evil. In the instance of my dream, I found myself feeding a seemingly innocent creature that later turned on me and became a beast that was too powerful to be defeated alone. The only thing I knew to do was call upon the name of the Lord Jesus since i knew he hears the cries of his children. With a great flash into that darkest moment of my life he reached with his mighty hand of love and snatched me from the clutches of the enemy. I was pulled out of he horror and into the safe keeping of his arms. He spoke to my heart and told me things hidden within. He wants to be first in my life for my own protection and guards me against the evil tactics the enemy uses to destroy what belongs to him.

Maybe you have fed a beast in your own life that has now turned against you. If it has become too much to control on your own then just remember this, you can call upon the name of the Lord and he will bring deliverance to you from your nightmare.

Missy Weyenberg



A group of us Christians were gathered together in a bible study and the question came up as to what were some of the idols are in our life. There were many wonderful answers around the room that got us to thinking deeper. I always felt like my idol was the iPhone. But a few hours later after the class had been dismissed the question still was rattling around in my head and I came to the conclusion my idol was really “image”. Not the kind of image of how pretty we can make ourselves look but the image we create for others to believe when in reality we are something else. I want to be loved and accepted and to even appear to live perfect without stumbling but not at the cost of hindering my faith. The truth is I fail daily.


Everyone has a battleground that the enemy will meet us on. There is something that I have battled for a long time over and over that the enemy will not let go. He continues to try different tactics to cause further weakening. Call it “sin” call it whatever but yes it is a battle that the enemy finally gained enough ground to make it that much harder to overcome. I had prayed about it many times and even prayed as I fell into his trap. Does is matter what I did? No. Many people would say “Oh, that’s nothing, why would that be so bad?” But to me it was a big deal just as much as it would have been a big deal for the early Christians to eat the meat that had been previously offered as sacrifices. And then to make it worse it happened right before leaving for church. But you know what? I’m not happy about the failure but am thankful for the great lesson to be learned and blessing the Lord had for me.


On the way to church the enemy was doing the victory dance and having his great jubilee of screaming and laughing in my head of the failure. As the tears were streaming down my cheeks and thoughts running through my head on how I brought shame to the Lord. I prayed for forgiveness but the enemy challenged that as well and continued to recall it to memory over and over. No matter what, I was still going to church and serve him in spite of it all. When I walked into that door the overwhelming presence of love, grace and mercy called out from the cross. The songs they sang took on a deeper meaning to me and healing began. The bleeding lamb set before us to be offered so that we can be made alive and whole again. Power from God Almighty was there and in his presence he offered forgiveness and reconciliation. Deep love from Christ the Lord reached down and spoke from his word “Neither do I condemn you, go and sin no more.” Even though that will be another battle for us to replay our sins over again and again in our minds we must gain the victory that God does not even remember it and has cast it away as far as the east is from the west. He has already won the battle for us.


So for my life I want for my idol to be the “Image” of Christ Jesus. To be filled with his holy spirit, to bear the fruits of his love, peace, joy, longsuffering, being tender hearted to others and forgiving them just as Christ has forgiven me. Good godly and well-meaning people put so much pressure on each other to have a perfect walk with the Lord that we begin to live for each other instead of living for God. That is a living image or an “Idol” or my “sin” rather that I create for others and make them into the idol I worship instead of what we should do is live for God and be servants to each other.

God bless you all.

Missy Weyenberg

I love him; he’s a great man.

Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. “Honor your father and mother,” which is the first commandment with promise: “that it may be well with you and your may live long on earth.”  Ephesians 6:1-3

I’m sure most of you have heard from your grandparents that if you grew up back in the day they lived in that you would appreciate the things you have a whole lot more. We’ve all heard “I had to walk to school barefoot in the snow for miles…” or “all we had to eat was an old chicken that momma went out to ring the neck on.”  Those things we’re very true if you grew in the Great Depression in the South. I heard all of these plus many more. However instead of it coming from my grandparents, it was my dad.

Daddy was 49 years old when I was born. He always told me growing up that he had a late start in life. It took the Lord to shake him up to turn him from alcoholism, cigarette smoking, and chasing women days. He joined the military when he was 16 years old. They required you to be 18 but he was desperate to help his own parents and siblings to have money for food so he told a lie to get enlisted. So off to the war he went. Could you imagine being a 16-year-old boy going away from home and into the unknown in the military? God Bless him! Some of the stories he tells about the consentration camps send chills down my spine while others are some of the greatest adventures that have ever been told. You’ve heard “They just don’t make them like they used to” right? He is one of kind for sure as you will hear about how much I love him; he’s a great man.

We were a family of 6 or I should say six plus. Dad and mom basically raised my two other cousins most of the time and we also had the neighborhood boys coming over. Dad worked two jobs to put food on the table and anyone who has raised teenage boys knows that they can eat a lot! They would drive 50 miles one way out to the commissary on base to get groceries once a month because it was tax-free. It must have been a nightmare taking six kids each with their own basket. It was routine for dad to give us a spanking in front of everyone in the store when we would accidentally run over the back of his heels with the cart. There wasn’t any waiting to get home; it was discipline right then. It is not the way that I would have handled the situation with my own kids but I love him; he’s a great man.

We had one of those old upright pianos that were severely out of tune that I used to go bang on all the time. So dad, NOT ME, decided that I needed to start taking piano lessons. So he found a teacher that gave lessons at $5.00 for 30 minutes. I’m not sure why she said 30 minutes because every lesson turned into 2 hours of writing notes and playing until my fingers and eyes had crossed. I hated to go and hated to practice even more. I remember once my brothers took a remote control car while I was practicing and wound it up in the back of my hair. Oh my they were mean boys! But anyhow, dad would tell me if I had to give him any attitude about practicing that he would record it on tape and play it back to the teacher so she could hear. Now who does that? He said “Someday you’ll thank me for all of this!” And of course anyone who has heard me play today certainly knows that I have thanked him many times since I’m blessed by being able to sight-read anything you put in front of me. It is certainly not how I plan to go about it with my own children but I love him; he’s a great man.

Later on my teacher had to move and we had to find another teacher. Dad found a sweet heart close to our home that was interested in helping out. The more I advanced with music the stricter daddy became. He would go to every lesson and sit down and critique every note. I would beg my mother to be the one to take me. I could have played Chopin’s greatest masterpiece almost perfect. But daddy could pin point when I missed that one note and the exact time my timing was off; he’s not even a pianist! Matter of fact he is missing a finger where he was horsing around on a barbwire fence. His entire focus would go on that one note! Forget all the work that had been done previously to get to that point. Mom always says “If you are looking for a compliment from your daddy then you can forget it.” That may have stood to be true but I sure was determined to please him anyhow.

Once there was a time that when we were leaving lessons my teacher’s grandson had just witnessed a very embarrassing moment of failure on my part and he said to his grandma, “boy Grandma, I sure do feel sorry for the person who marries that girl!” Little did he know that he would he would be that boy. I still tease him about it to this day and so does my daddy. Those days were tough growing pains and daddy was harder than most but I love him; and he’s a great man.

Growing in the teen years only got a lot harder. I found myself trying to rebel against daddy rules. He wanted me to be a good girl, presentable, modest, and polite. He also wanted to make sure that I did not have any friends especially boy friends that could influence me in doing anything wrong. It is funny now but at the time it was not when a boy that I liked called our house to talk to me. Daddy answered the phone and once he realized it was for me he started interrogating the poor fellow on what his intentions was of wanting to talk his precious daughter. Needless to say the phone never got to me and ended with dad telling him “Don’t you ever call my daughter again, she is not interested in you and you have no business talking to her!” Well, there went that one for sure. That poor guy would not even look my way in the hall at school. Over and over again things like this would happen and I knew daddy ruled his house with an iron fist.  Many times I felt like crawling in a hold from embarrassment but what can I say but I love him; he’s a great man.

There was no staying out late past 10:00 because there was no going out in the first place unless mom could go with me. When I finally was able to go out I had to call every hour to let him know my exact whereabouts. It it was not beneath him to come looking for me either. So after a while we started really butting heads. To many rules and too much pressure to follow was my motto. I got to the point where I thought dad was more of a drill sergeant. Unfortunately I started talking back when I should have listened. That was when my problems began. Our relationship became a proving ground. The road I chose to travel became a road of destruction and regret. Isn’t that how we do when we decide to take our own path and choose to get out of the will of our Heavenly Father? So eventually I had to crawl back to dad to pull me out of the rut I was in.

I had a chip on my shoulder, a bad attitude, and I thought I knew everthing. So when I got married and had to move away in my mind I could not leave soon enough to get away from my home. I had just finished packing up my cars to get ready to go be with my husband who was still on deployment at the time. It was late and I was ready to crawl into bed. Dad came knocking on my door and said “Are you ready to go”? I was thinking yeah… to bed. I said, “What do you mean dad”? He said, “We are leaving tonight so get your stuff and let’s go”. NO WAY ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!! “Dad for real, I have been working all day and have had zero amount of sleep and there is no way that I can drive tonight”!!! Anyone who knows my dad has to know that you don’t tell him No. So 22 hours later from Arkansas to Virginia in the cold while it was raining away we went. I was terrilbiy sleep deprived, and don’t think the 20 minute freezing cold cat nap I had at that rest area was anywhere near a hotel. Oh my!!!! I never talk about this trip or I still get fired up. IT WAS THE WORST TRIP OF MY LIFE!!!!

I had never been out of state by myself in my life. Dad gets me to my destination at midnight and unpacks the car in the parking lot and says, “Bye!” “THAT’S IT?” I’m screaming, “DAD YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE BY MYSELF!” I was terrified and exhausted and the tears were freezing to my face. He said to me, “You’re independent now… sink or swim!” My dear brother finally stood up and said “Dad, I love you but I love her too and am not going to do this to her.” Thank God my angel came through. Have you ever been so tired in your life and so mad that sleep would not come? It was horrible when we finally got to a hotel that all I could do is listen to them snore while I was wide-awake and terrified where my life was about to lead to. That morning when they got up there was only a brief goodbye. They were rested and ready to get back to their lives and I was ready to move forward and begin mine. And as I stared solemnly at their car as they slowly pulled away I could see tears running down my dads face. It was a very surreal moment in my life. And you may not really comprehend my feelings that I had but I knew then just how much I love him; he’s a great man.

Married life has done me a lot of good. It has made me realize just how selfish that I can be. Mike has been an amazing example and has helped me iron out a lot of my problems that were certainly self-induced. I have had a lot of time to grow and learn. Marriage has also taught me how to have great respect for the other person. I am not the same person that I was 10 years ago that he met back from his deployment. But once again he found himself having to deploy again but this time to Africa. I had just given birth to our first baby and she was only a few weeks old. There was no other option for me but to move back to Arkansas and be with my family. I felt so much anxiety and questioned the Lord on why he would send me back there and I was worried that dad and I would not be able to get along good. Little did I know that his response would only be that it would be the best thing for us both and his plans were greater than what I could see. He spoke to my heart and said “I love him; he’s a great man.”

I want to tell you, God began a work with dad and I. Those hurt feeling were slowly being healed. He helped me countless hours with my baby and often times cooked dinner and came to clean my house. We still picked at each other but you know what? I had to realize that daddy was just that way and he was a born fighter. And his every intention with me was to help me succeed in this life. That is all he ever had done his whole life was fight for the greater good. He has mastered the art of getting under your skin and bringing the worst out in you to somehow make you mad enough to do better. Sometimes I think we would argue just so we would not miss each other.

I can think of millions of things he has said that makes me annoyed. Like…. “Don’t want to go to church? Hope you’re not left behind some day when the Lord comes!” Come on Dad…. Uggg…..  Or the all time famous “Go ahead then, when your out there in a ditch somewhere where someone has knocked you in the head, then don’t come cry to daddy.” Mike always says to me “If you are just quite and agree with him you will be the one who wins.” But I can’t do that I’m one of those who wants the last word!!! Mike also says to me, “You are just two peas in a pod.” I guess the apple didn’t fall to far from the tree because every day I find myself becoming more like my him and even saying some of the funny sayings to my own kids.

Dad would drive two hours when I would start on my way home just so he could be with me that much sooner. He has driven all night just to come care for Mike, me, or the kids when we were sick. Once he drove hours in the middle of the night when it was pouring down rain to meet us when our car broke down in a corn patch somewhere in South Arkansas. He wanted to make sure we were safe. He still tries to come help in my house just so that I could get some extra rest and helps me with the girls. He has sat many hours telling me about what men really want from their wives and how I could be a better person to others. He has taught me the value of prayer and has given me the true fear of God. He is the most giving man you could ever meet. No other man that I have ever met in my entire life had worked as hard as he does. We have laughed together and cried together. There was never a day that he did not make breakfast for us before we went to school or have a hot dinner when we walked in the door. He has always provided for his family and loved our mother. He has gone above and beyond what any normal dad would do for his family. And his children respect and love him. Yes, he was hard. Yes, he was strict. Yes, made a lot of people mad at the way he chose to discipline. But I tell you the truth. It all worked out to our own benfit. It has been the best blessing of my life to get to move back here close to him and hammer out our hardships. He has really enjoyed getting to know his grandbabies.

Now my daddy is 84 years old and is starting to become a lot more frail. I’m soon to be leaving with my husband to our next duty station with the Navy. Our hearts breaking nowing that we will not get to see him everyday like we do now. We thought just a few weeks ago that we would lose him with his close call of a heart attack. My husband and I along with our family just prayed hard knowing that he was near deaths doors crying out to the Lord “PLEASE… Lord just a little grace period… just a little more time with him to say more things and make more memories…. Lord, we don’t want to be without him, we love him; he’s a great man.” And God’s grace and mercy pulled dad out of that bed and breathed life in him once again. He has his bad days and sleeps most of the time, but at least he is still here.

I think each of us desperately needs to look at our relationship with our dads. Maybe it wasn’t that he was the rough and tough one but you were. Maybe to he was like my dad and only trying to make you think and be wise. Perhaps since he had previously wrecked his own life he was only trying to prevent you from making some of those horrible mistakes. I know my dad did. He told me countless times that he never wanted me to have to live with the regrets that he has to. I think many of us can easily take our parents for granted but when they are gone, we will be the ones left here to cry. Don’t do that. Settle it now. If there are chains of bondage holding you back just swallow that pride and tear them apart. One day you’ll wake up and say “But I love him; he’s a great man.”

May the Lord bless you.

Missy Weyenberg