“He was numbered with the transgressors.” Luke 22:37

In our “Christian” nation today, Truth is being numbered with the transgressors!

“…and their voices prevailed.” Luke 23:25
“So Pilate decided that their demand should be granted. He released the man who had been thrown into prison for insurrection and murder, for whom they asked, but he delivered Jesus over to their will.” Luke 23:25

In delivering Truth over to the will of the people, our “leaders” make laws and decisions ensuring the protection of our lusts, allowing the perversion and murder of justice.

“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!” Isaiah 5:20

God, have mercy on our hardened hearts; open our eyes and hearts to see and confess that we have exchanged Truth for a lie, and in criminalizing Truth, we have unleashed on ourselves a most hideous evil that seeks to destroy us, both individually and collectively, from the inside out!

Burn this Word into my heart, showing me my own transgression from Your way, that I might not sin against You! Then, please Lord, heal my land!
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ "I write so I can know what I am thinking." —Linda Dillow


It seems it’s always the little things that make life easier, right? This recipe card holder is my newest favorite little thing. Start with one small but powerful magnet encased in a curved solid base. Add one small metal ball and—viola—your recipe is standing upright off the counter to save space and messy spills! Note: It’s even fun to move the ball a distance from the stand and watch it roll across the counter and center itself on the magnet—just ask Leah! Something so simple seems a little pricey at $9.00, but to me, it’s worth every penny!


| Recipe Card Holder |


___________________________________________________________________________________________________ "I write so I can know what I am thinking." —Linda Dillow


I am always always always amazed that God comes right into the filth of my heart and offers His healing love to me; all I have to do is admit my need for Him, and He is right there walking me through to victory, working within me a pure heart!

“If we [freely] admit that we have sinned and confess our sins, He is faithful and just (true to His own nature and promises) and will forgive our sins [dismiss our lawlessness] and [continuously] cleanse us from all unrighteousness [everything not in conformity to His will in purpose, thought, and action].” 1 John 1:9 Amplified
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ "I write so I can know what I am thinking." —Linda Dillow


Because I am an introvert—a shy introvert—I am sometimes tempted to study the Word for all the wrong reasons. You might be shocked to know that a shy introvert could take the sacred Word of God, build a monument to self with it, and dream of the “wow” moment of its unveiling.

But that is what I do when I spend time in the Word looking for “right” answers to “wow” others without that Word first being applied to my own heart in a way that effects change in my life.

Don’t get me wrong; this problem is not exclusive to introverts. I just happen to be one, so I am qualified to talk about it from that perspective.

Being a shy introvert can lead me to face all kinds of temptations to speak “wow”: an unhealthy longing for people to realize that, just because I am quiet, I am not a spiritual moron; a desire to promote self in spite of the fact that God has promised to do that for me—when the time is right—if I will just humble myself; a propensity to envy others who are able to aptly articulate aloud what they know about who God is.

When I open the Word, I remind myself that my time spent with Him is not about anything other than my intimately knowing Him: His love for me, His promises to me, His character, His correction, and His direction—our relationship; it’s not to build up an erudite bank of knowledge about Him to use to win the respect and acceptance of others and draw attention to myself.

Everything becomes all about Him—His glory—and who I am quietly becoming in light of the revelation of the Great I Am.

As I know Him more, I love Him more; as I love Him more, I cannot help but speak (at just the right time) the testimony of Who I know Him to be… without any thought of “self.”

And that is a genuine “wow” moment!

Knowledge puffs up, but love edifies.
—1 Corinthians 8:1
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ "I write so I can know what I am thinking." —Linda Dillow


Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.
—Psalm 143:8—
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ "I write so I can know what I am thinking." —Linda Dillow


“You know, bicycling isn’t just a matter of balance,” I said. “its a matter of faith. You can keep upright only by moving forward. You have to have your eyes on the goal, not the ground…”

—Susan Vreeland

___________________________________________________________________________________________________ "I write so I can know what I am thinking." —Linda Dillow


My “quiet time” reading this week is in the last part of Luke 8. Today I’ve been thinking about the people in the country of Gerasenes.

You may know the story about how Jesus was compelled to travel by boat and even press through a storm to get to the country of Gerasenes [aka Gaderenes] in order to heal a man filled with demons. Jesus indeed healed Him at the expense of a herd of pigs when the legion of demons begged him to send them into the herd of swine, thus rushing them to their death.

Instead of the people of that country responding with joy at what Jesus was able to do in their midst, with the pigs gone, they began to fear what else they would have to give up in order to be healed. So they asked Him to leave.

Here are my thoughts:

“Pigs” are the things in my life I keep trying to hang on to—having long discussions with God over, often trying to get Him to change His mind about—that keep me from embracing the perfect plan He has for my life.

This plan that He has isn’t just a random set of circumstances that God pulled out of his LG—life is good—file and has chosen to put into motion so I can get on in the world.

It was intentionally and uniquely designed with one thing in mind, and that is to bring me back from death to life…not the generic, cardboard LG life the world has to offer but that dynamic Abundant Life that rids me of the unclean filth in my heart that is clogging my spiritual arteries—the very life of Christ Himself.

His plan is often one that is antithetical to the “perfect life” my flesh has dreamed for itself, and is certainly opposed to the ideology of entitlement.

It is sad to think I would ever choose to hang on to my unclean herd of swine, a symbol of my preeminent desire for worldly ease and affirmation, and tell Jesus to get back in the boat because I don’t really like His plan—that I would rather keep slopping my pigs.

I mean, God forbid that this following Jesus as the path to God should cost me something.

But there is a far greater expense involved in sending Him away, and that is this: I constantly am having to manufacture a false peace because the Prince of Peace, Who stood ready to enter my heart and heal me, has been set a sea.

I have my pigs in the pigpen and am ever busy trying to manage them, but I am restless and empty—more or less have become a selfish pig myself, indifferent to what God wants to do in and through me—miserable in my sin.

Even the prodigal eventually came to his senses and, seeing the error of his ways, ran to embrace the Father in repentance and trust.

God was his portion; and He was enough!

God help me to come to my senses and, in trusting you, choose to pursue Peace over the pigpen!

___________________________________________________________________________________________________ "I write so I can know what I am thinking." —Linda Dillow
  • Sandi

    your commentary does present an ugly picture. I saw myself in the center of it. Very descriptive and a visual description I will not forget. Thank youReplyCancel