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Balaam, his Donkey, The Lord, The Angel of the Lord, and the Moabites 

20 May

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Numbers 23:22-35

As Balaam rode along on his donkey, accompanied by his two servants, the angel of the Lord stood on the road to bar his way.

When the donkey saw the angel holding a sword, it left the road and turned into the fields. Then Balaam beat the donkey and brought it back onto the road. 

Then the angel stood where the road narrowed between two vineyards and had a stone wall on each side. When the donkeysaw the angel, it moved against the wall, crushing Balaam’s foot against it. 

Again, Balaam beat the donkey.

Once more, the angel moved ahead. 

This time, when the donkey saw the angel, it lay down. Balaam lost his temper and began to beat the donkey with his stick. Then the Lord gave the donkey the power of speech, and it said to Balaam. 

“I have never done you wrong,

What have I done to you? 

Why have you beaten me these three times?”

Balaam answered Because you have made a fool of me!

If I had a sword, I would kill you.

The donkey replied, “Am I  not the same donkey on which you have ridden all your life? Have I ever treated you like this before?

No, Balaam replies.

Then the Lord let Balaam see the angel standing there with his sword, and Balaam threw himself face downward on the ground. 

The angel demanded. Why have you beaten your donkey three times? I have come to bar your way because you should not be making this journey.  

Your donkey saw me and turned aside three times. If it hadn’t, I would have killed you and spared the donkey.

Balaam replied, I have sinned. I did not know you were standing on the road to oppose me; now, I will return home if you think it is wrong for me to go on.

The angel said, go on with these servants, but say only what I tell you to say. So Balaam went on with them.

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

The One Whose Plans Are Always Perfect

27 Dec

I had big plans for this years Christmas. My granddaughter and I love baking together and were going to bake lots of cookies to share with the neighbors. I planned to attend   many Christmas programs given by the local churches. Sadly no cookies were baked and I only attended two Christmas events.

Sitting on my couch surrounded by Christmas decorations some complete, some in progress I realized once again that plans don’t always work out.

Christmas Day arrived and  the frustration melted away. All the failed plans were swept aside as we celebrated the birth of our Saviour, the one whose plans are always perfect.

I love this song performed by Michael W Smith. Lyrics found here 

My Jesus, My Saviour,

Lord there is no one like you,

All of my days, I want to praise

The wonders of Your mighty love.

My comfort, my shelter,

Tower of refuge and strength

Let every breath, all that I am

Never cease to worship You.

Chorus:

Shout to the Lord, all the earth let us sing,

Power and majesty, praise to the King!

Mountains bow down and the seas will roar,

At the sound of your name!

I sing for joy at the work of your hands,

Forever I’ll love you, forever I’ll stand

Nothing compares to the promise I have in You.

Repeat verse

My Jesus, my Saviour,

Lord, there is none like You

All of my days, I want to praise,

The wonders of your mighty love

My comfort, my shelter,

Tower of refuge and strength

Let every breath, all that I am

Never cease to worship You