Great Scotts and Wee Hours

My Jesus has the best sense of humor. This morning was glorious, waking with “wee hours” in my heart. Like every other word on my heart, at any time, I go straight to the “wee hour in the Bible” search. I learned exponentially more than I could have imagined. I sent one of the best articles to Joyce, as she is the first person on my heart when I read or hear the word “watchman”. This is to be the placemark and reminder to delve deeper in the future.

Immediately upon opening the store, I attempted to record my revised testimony. It should be noted, bubbling over with the Holy Spirit does not always make for good video. For one thing, the Holy Spirit will shut my mouth, and the expressions are not particularly pleasant. Add tears and perhaps you get a glimpse of why the videos are distracting. However, I learned several things which are meant to be included. How? When I become THAT verklempt, it is because it is so deeply entrenched in my heart. The Holy Spirit will literally squeeze every drop of love out of me.

The word verklempt is not in the Bible. However, I was directed to search CLAMPS and was directed to 1 Chron 22:3 where David provided iron for the clamps and nails needed for the gates and doors. Just prior to this, I read The Holy Spirit and Hinges (Acts 2:1-13). Yes, indeed, the Holy Spirit is my hinge pin and keeps the door open to Jesus and God. The door is wide open today.

The reason I have been redirected here instead of working on the ever-growing testimony is to share how that open door is represented by the door to my shop every day. No matter who walks in, I strive to see the Jesus in them. We have lots of Godversations in this little vape shop. Many customers/friends know there is scripture under these floors and behind the walls. This business belongs to God.

On this incredibly rainy day, our Kentucky 500 customers visit me. Back in July, I heard the heartbreaking loss of their sister-in-law. The wife’s brother was truly in despair. Ever since, I tend to pray for them all whenever I see the husband or wife from our Kentucky 500 customers. Today, the wife was in for the first time in two months. I asked her how her brother was doing and learned he was remarried! Bottom line, it sounded like God put the exact childhood friend in the widower’s life to bring him back into the land of the truly living.

At the tail end of that Godversation, Nissan Scott was paying close attention. After the couple left, Scott share with me about how his brother was very much in a similar situation. In his case, his best friend had died, leaving a widow and two children. His brother married his best friend’s widow, and they have been blessed with thirty years together. Interesting factoid: I have had Godversations many times with Scott’s partner, Karen. Today was the first real Godversation with him.

The next customer in the door listened to the last of my conversation with Nissan Scott. He opened the Godversation by telling me what he gathered from Nissan Scott’s story. I said something to the effect of God having his His Hand on all of it. He was so incredibly kind and complementary when he said, “You sound like my mother!” It was truly kind. Extemporaneously, he shares the nutshell of his life story. He was born and raised in Franklin, TN, developed a struggle with alcohol and chose to move to Murfreesboro to change his life. Just last week, he was dismissed from his management job. The following day, he got a job which uses all of his skills, without the management title, for the same money. His mom essentially told him, “Scott, this is proof God has your back.” We enjoyed an extensive Godversation and the Holy Spirit told me to write it down with “GREAT SCOTTS”. It thrills my ever-loving heart to hear that I am like anyone else who reminds people that God has their back! Thank you, Lord!

Yes, I googled and there is no mention of Great Scotts in the Bible. However, the Oxford Dictionary of English calls it a “dated” euphemism for “GREAT GOD!” YESSIR! I see exactly what He did there, too.

As if this were not enough, two more extensive Godversations ensued with Pickle Ball Kenny and Star Wars Patrick. I met both through Hope Fellowship more than a decade ago. When Kenny talked about the pickleball community and how they WELCOME ALL, I told him they modeled a biblical church. Being truly connected to others connects us to God. Also, the Edwards Clan will forever be in my prayers with any Star Wars reference. Patrick told me they were just thinking about our family on the way to the store today. Godwinks galore! To be extra clear, we have been open 3.3 hours, it’s 1:22 at this moment. I am here until 8 pm tonight.

Good Lord, thank you for ALL of it today. I am overwhelmed by your love pouring out. Please help me continue to represent Jesus to the best of my ability today. In Jesus’ name, amen.

Floodgates. It is now 1:51 and Michigan Jake just left the store. What began as a conversation about whether or not he was from Chicago grew into the most powerful presence of the Holy Spirit today. I learned he is in a difficult season of marital separation and is father to three young kids. I encouraged him to consider less nicotine when I learned he never smoked before. I was nudged to bless him with a SidePiece with 60 percent less nicotine. He was moved and shared he feels like God keeps reaching out to him. I confirmed if he feels like God is reaching out, it is because that is very much what He does! Prayers followed with encouragement to read Hosea and keep asking the Holy Spirit to reveal why the message is for him. So many tears and not all of them flowed from my eyes. I am excited for that Godversation to continue.

Filled up. Poured out. Repeat.

The heart of the day is all about Jesus. I am so blessed to carry the heart of this day into writing the Growing Testimony.

Growing Testimony

Father God,

You alone are Holy, Holy, Holy.  You have had this simple incantation in my heart with every variation of punctuation possible the past six weeks.   I could never thank you enough for all you have done, all you are currently doing and all you will surely do in my life.  You know I treasure your promises and how grateful I am for all your provision.   While I have struggled to write “the letter”, you have grown me exponentially through this process since Labor Day.    Silly me, you revealed a beautiful list of 55 big things you have done in my life in January.  While I have written many of those detailed stories for the sake of posterity, I do not have one simple document outlining my personal testimony.   Please help me share the biggest pieces in such a way that your hand on my life is evident.  I ask this in Jesus’ name.  Amen.

Today is October 21, 2024; I am currently 56 years old. To say the past few years of my life have been supercharged with spiritual growth and experiences would be a massive understatement.   It takes my breath to consider all that God has done for me, through me, and with me my entire life.  However, those words are especially true since a near-death experience two and a half years ago.   This entire year is filled with writing out so very many different details and miracles. How could I NOT be overwhelmed with praise and gratitude?

Thank you, God, for getting Miss Dottie into the store today to share her testimony.  The value of five minutes and her life are evident in her joy from you.  I love, love, LOVE thow you timed her season of growth from her NDE July 3, 2016, with how you were moving in my own life at that time. I just love how fond you seem to be of giving me dates that are easy to remember…so I will not forget your hand in all of it.

Florence and October 5

Thank you, Lord, for what you have been teaching me today. As I sit at the shop and Mark supports Blake by being at the Tennessee Tech Football game, I am still in awe. Until last year, this was always the date I joyfully celebrated for my childhood best friend, Angie’s birthday. Exactly one year ago, we were in Florence, Italy, on this date. It is a significant date and experience, no doubt. However, this extends beyond having the scripture by the passports, the envelopes and even our glorious evening with Bryan Yates.

Yessir. I think I see exactly what you did there. You had me completely poured out, filled up and poured out again, daily. This morning, this day was given a new context. While I didn’t fail to acknowledge you each day, it was this particular day I spelled it out from my heart. Your heart. From the moment I declared my real treasure and source of humor, God continued to show up in even bigger and more ostentatious ways. Praise is absolutely the best weapon, combined with the Word.

Because I had so many words about it last year on Facebook, I am copying over here for posterity.

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Today has been more than words could ever express. Uploaded reels or clips to share moments- beauty and grace. Either you get it or you don’t. Praying you do.

That was all I had written before going to sleep four hours ago. Our day was so intense and emotionally exhausting…I was done. Spent. Poured out. Full. Overwhelmed.

Once again, I am being pulled from much needed sleep to write something down. Life theme. Gal 6:7-9 He showed me. Bloom where planted and what He planted in me. Life verse. GAL 6:9 for a Blonde Polish Chick is hilarious. Don’t forget, God gave you your sense of humor!!!

Did you see the thieves left our passports by His Word? Our Father in Heaven will NOT be mocked. Mark probably worried a pinch when I fell on the bed laughing so hard tears came from my eyes. Then again, I told Mark in February that God wanted to show him something in Italy. Not even joking 🤣

Seriously, I was in Blue Ridge, GA, the first few days of February. All I can say is THE most powerful presence of the Holy Spirit I have known in 55 years came upon me in a way which exceeds words. Asbury didn’t surprise me in the least. Not much does. I have always loved when He shows up and shows off! I get like a CHILD when I see it and giddy to share with anyone on my path.

I am made “like this” for His purposes. Please Forgive me if it hurts or offends in any way. It’s not about you or whether or not we believe the same things. I love you. I am just more concerned about pleasing God than people.

When I moved the dress to start cleaning up after the robbery, I wasn’t surprised at all to see our passports next to scripture cards. Mark didn’t know I had been led to write down a verse for each day in Italy. I laughed HARD.

After most was cleaned up, I found Two envelopes in separate (weird) places. One from the bank devoid of cash. One from our home where I had stored my Bible verses, a few blanks and a writing tool. The envelopes looked alike. Folded at the third. Two types of treasure, my friends. We have the One that really matters. So, within a few hours of being robbed, we were both joyfully hiking up to a stunning sunset.

If you claim to rely on His Word, I just want to encourage you to invite Him into even more of your lives. He wants me a to be like children he wants us to share His goodness in some way, EVERY SINGLE DAY…. praying you ask yourselves what are YOU bringing to that relationship? This is the third time #QOTD messaging with images are being put on my heart.

Okay. Now I am looking at the clock and Whatever He shows me 7 years from today …can’t imagine. Many of you know that things I wrote years ago are playing out in an almost freaky way. To highlight day 8, God is on the move. Confirmations galore. Grateful we got robbed! Not kidding!

1)Didn’t wear face make up to see David yesterday. Kind of like, “you are naked, so I will go the ONLY way of naked possible for me”. 😂😂😂. The Experience at Accademia was intense for both of us in different ways. Beautiful. Cathartic tears. Lots of them for me.

Edit: Need to note it took from 3:17-5:30 or so to write this. I went to read to ensure no egregious typos. The bit above said LORD OF THEM. Accurate, but still 💜✝️💜, GODWINK. Mary Kathleen Morlan

2)Sammies sent to friends – we love Terri and Jason and and our whole small group back home. We were talking about them at the Leather School- as well as Brian Sweatt and OC.

3)Bryan Yates of Liverpool, England: Thank you for sharing your musicianship before the sunset. Thank you for also breaking bread and drinking a glass of wine with us (and the gelato, too) with us later. Truly, you are a treasure. Whenever you get access again to the book of faces 😎, grateful to have some way to connect. Excited to hear if you meet Josie & Mimmo. I trust the day you read this will be exactly as designed. We truly loved our evening with you!

Blessed Life

My favorite helper likes to wake me in the wee hours for one on one time. God has a Divine sense of humor, no doubt.

In February, my blood pressure tanked quickly and we struggled with getting back to normal” for about six weeks. For being a “Go Go Gadget” type of human, my get up and go had very much got up and went.

During that time, our Bible Study group was working through Robert Morris’ More than Words Series. My husband could not attend one night and I drove myself. Softly. Quietly. Peacefully.

As I pulled into their driveway, the “boom” of Crowder playing Graverobber blasted from my radio. As much as I wanted to attend peace-filled, I was compelled to sit in my car rocking out until the song was over! Then, I prayed again for one mouth and two ears before entering. Always want to honor God and my husband, too.

I took a brand new journal that evening which has a midnight butterfly on it. Despite my desire to keep my mouth shut, I was compelled to encourage everyone to write down God stories we can share. After we finished, I shared with two of the women about hearing that song in the driveway. Raucous laughter, dance and praise in the kitchen ensued as I played the song for them.

The next morning, I flipped to Isa 63:7. Short on time to study, I googled for an image to center my day when I arrived to work. Psalm 63:7 was returned to me with an image of a midnight butterfly. Oh, The Lord had a Word for me!

Days later, the Holy Spirit infused enough energy to write it all out. As I checked my notes from the group study, “the Word Healed” jumped off the page. Period. The word “healed” was underlined. Psalm 107:20.

Opening my Bible to study that verse deeper, I see that it concludes with being robbed…from the grave. I see what He did there…but needed to confirm Pastor Morris had never spoke the rest of the verse. Easily confirmed checking the transcript from the video.💜✝️💜

This morning, the Lord has me in the 55th chapters of Isaiah and Psalms. So much being revealed is overwhelming, yet beautiful. For whatever His reason, I am to share.

I “met” Robert Morris sometime before Miles McPherson taught at Gateway about Satanic Agreements in 2015.

Father Bob

Did you attend Clarksville, TN Immaculate Conception back in the 80’s or 90’s?  Even if you did not attend Mass there, it’s entirely possible many of you remember Father Robert J Roeser, aka “Father Bob.  One of my fondest memories is a conversation we had at the Old Joe B’s, in downtown Clarksville in the very early 1990’s.  Yes, it was a bar and restaurant. I would occasionally meet my parents there on a Friday night, as they winded down their week.

Context matters.   I was not in church on a regular basis between 1987 and 1995.  I was raped by three APSU Baseball players in March 1987. At the time, I was responsible for President Robert O. Riggs‘ children whenever he and his wife were away on weekends. Sadly, he voiced concern for “the young woman” and was relieved of his position shortly after serving as the 11th President of APSU for 11 years. 

Some old memories began to percolate this morning and those memories clarify, somewhat, why my “season of separation” extended over seven years.  

By August 1995, I was living on Blair Blvd in Nashville.  I was still volunteering at RSAC in Nashville, the Rape and Sexual Abuse Center.  For 24 consecutive hours every weekend, I would soberly take calls from all kinds of beautiful humans. Normally, I would get home from work around 6 on a Friday and continue until 6 on a Saturday Night.   Most of the victims I spoke with had been sexually abused in egregious ways, many by their own families. It was a very dark season, with only pinches of light.   The other 24 hours, I was most often not sober.  In truth, I would drink so much alcohol that I would occasionally black out.    It was not a good time.   It was more than half my lifetime ago. I was only 27. 

I am not sure if it was August 13 or August 20, 1995.  All I know is for the first time in more than seven years, I woke up with the compulsion to get myself to church.  The closest church to my old apartment was Christ the King Catholic Church at 3001 Belmont Blvd.    I can still sense the cold of the marble entry. I remember how my heart was racing as I kneeled, “crossed myself” and took my seat 2/3 back on the right- hand side. This was over 28 years ago!

I opened the bulletin for the day and reacquainted myself with the order of Mass.  On the right-hand side, there was notification that Father Bob had passed away on August 12, 1995.  He had an aneurism on Saturday the 12th, as he prepared his sermon for Sunday at St. Catherines in Columbia, TN.

My heart tells me it was August 13. Otherwise, why would it have impacted me so clearly?  Still, it COULD have been August 20, which happens to be the day my daddy passed away 14 years later.  I called Christ the King and spoke to someone who is going to dig for old bulletins.   Part of me recalls being shocked he had died within 24 hours of me getting back into church.  Part of me wonders if my memory is playing a trick on me.

I also looked up Char Creson, who I remember working with at RSAC in 1995.  As it turns out she still works for the same center, under a new name, Sexual Assault Center.   I am not surprised the new logo is purple with a prominent “yellow sunshine” symbol.   Oh, the sunshine symbolism which followed years to come!

By the summer of 1996, I was attending our Ten-Year High School Reunion for NEHS.  It was at that reunion my relationship with the father of my children began.  In 1997, we completed marriage counseling with Father James K Mallet.  In April 1998, he married us at Christ the King Catholic Church.  It is truly mind-numbing. In this moment, I realize I have my two amazing kiddos because HE brought me to church the day after Father Bob went to heaven.

Christ is King.  In this moment, I am still feeling that worn cushion underneath my knees.

Thank you, Lord, for the answered prayers with Pammie Sue this week for her brother, Kevin, as well as our customers/friends Jose and Sam. I am beyond grateful for your hand on Baby Malachi’s heart surgery, too! THANK YOU! I love the way you show up and show off when we invite you into our daily lives. I know you know exactly what I need for your purposes…so I am asking for more of you and less of me in the process. In the name of your son, Jesus, and every drop of blood shed for us, I ask for your will to be clear. Amen.