Who Do You Look To, When Waves of Deceit Try To Knock You Down?


One Saturday Terry and I drove to St. Augustine, Florida, for the day.  Our sweet golden retriever, Molly, had passed away earlier in the week and we decided it would be good for the both of us to get away.

After browsing in a few shops, we headed for the beach.  It was a very hot, windy day and we were ready for the water…so I thought.  We brought our sun umbrella and chairs and books to read.  It was a delight to get away from the covid cares and get some fresh air. (And yes, we socially distanced!)

Terry got into the ocean first.  I followed behind him.  The breaking waves were very strong, so it was difficult for me to go out as deep as Terry.  He kept waving at me to come out…it looked to me that he was about shoulder deep.  I was about thigh high.  One wave came and knocked me over in the water.  If you know me, you know I am not afraid of the water and being in it is one of my very favorite things to do.

I wasn’t going to give up and attempted to go out to Terry again.  This time I faced the waves with my knees slightly bent…don’t ask me why I thought this would be a good idea.  I stood there and when the next wave came, it tossed me and threw me down on my hip.  I laughed because I’m sure this old grandma looked pretty silly getting tossed in the waves.  As I tried to stand, another wave came and kept me down.  I could not get up on my feet.

A nice young man rushed over and asked me if I needed help.  I let go of my pride and laughingly said, “YES!”  He offered me his hand and with a firm grip, pulled me to my feet.  I thanked him.  I then yelled for Terry.  He was still trying to get me to come to him.  I asked him if he knew what just happened to me.  He was oblivious to my wave tossing drama.  That was enough fun in the water for me.  I went up and enjoyed our beach chairs for the rest of the afternoon.

Now, as I read the scriptures that include being tossed by the waves, I have a whole new experiential appreciation for it.

May we, as believers stand firm in God’s truth as stated in Ephesians 4:14-15: “Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of men in their deceitful scheming.  Instead speaking the truth in love, we will in all things grow up into Him who is the Head, that is Christ.”

May we seek Him, His Heart and His TRUTH!  Lord, we NEED You!  Help us to stand firm in You as the waves of this world try to deceive us and knock us down.

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Does Your Belief Necessarily Make It True?

We had a wonderful week when our daughter Jaymi, son in law Matt  and three grandchildren, Logan, Maya and Brooklyn, came to visit us in Florida on Spring Break.  Katie, our oldest daughter, and Jaymi are great planners and had the whole week scheduled with fun activities.  My Ama heart was full!!

The day before they flew back to  Washington, Terry wanted to go out to lunch with them at his favorite restaurant, Cheddars.  The food is yummy and tastes homemade.  Their croissants  are worth going off a gluten free diet for.  Terry was most excited to share his favorite fudge cake with them at the end of our meal.  So when the waiter brought out the dessert, including seven spoons, everyone was eager to dive in.  Logan took the first bite and surprisingly said, “Yuck.” Brooklyn took the cherry on top and was happy.  Matt took the next bite and shockingly said “There’s something wrong with the sauce.” Terry  was enjoying every bite totally ignoring their negative reactions.

I decided to listen to their dismay and stuck my finger in the sauce…it tasted like barbecue sauce.  I  motioned for the waiter to come over and told him, there was something very wrong with the dessert.  The  chocolate sauce tasted more like barbecue sauce.  He politely corrected us and proudly said, “That’s our special caramel sauce.”  We all disagreed (except maybe Terry) but our waiter skeptically took it back to the kitchen and had it checked out.  We looked at the menu and the fudge cake pictured didn’t seem to show caramel sauce on it …. just chocolate.  Moments later the manager of the restaurant came to our table and apologized for the mistake.  The truth was the barbecue sauce was placed along side of the dessert toppings and the fudge cake was mistakenly doused with it instead.  The saddest part was, that the barbecued flavored slice was their last piece.  So the Lee’s are going to have to wait until their next visit to enjoy a piece of Terry’s favorite dessert.

Just because our waiter didn’t believe it was barbecue sauce, didn’t change the truth that it was.  Truth…What is truth?  The dictionary says it’s the quality or state of being true.  The waiter believed us once he and the chef tasted it for themselves.   That was a minor mistake (well, maybe not so minor to Terry) but it is a reminder to me, just because I don’t believe something, doesn’t mean it isn’t true.

The Bible is the Word of God and is TRUTH.  Whether we believe it or not, doesn’t change the Truth.  Jesus says “I am the Way and the Truth and the Life.  No one comes to the Father except through me.”  And John 3:16-18 says “For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.   For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him.  Whoever believes in Him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because He has not believed in the name of God’s one and only Son”.

Matthew 24:35-42 ” Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away. No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.  As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man.  For in the days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day Noah entered the ark and they knew nothing about what would happen until the flood came and took them all away.  That is how it will be at the coming of the Son of Man.  Two men will be in the field; one will be taken and the other left.  Two women will be grinding with a hand mill; one will be taken and the other left.  Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come.”

I for one, am looking forward to Christ’s return.  I pray for and  am burdened for  friends and family who haven’t put their trust in Jesus, yet.

If you do not know Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior, may I encourage you today to seek the Truth, to CHEWS JESUS…Taste and See That the Lord is Good!




LOVE MEDSC_0893I have a secret.  I don’t want to share it for fear of being judged.  Why do I fear being judged?  Because I have a behavioral dysfunction; I am a people pleaser.  I want people to like me and at times am tempted to manipulate the truth to gain acceptance.  Why am I sharing this with you?  Because I am also a Christian and the real Truth will set me free.

While preparing to write this blog I did a little research.  I typed in, people pleaser symptoms into my search engine and was surprised to find out I really suffer from a disorder: Avoidant personality.  Wow!  That sounds so much worse than just wanting people to like me.  This is a self-diagnosis based on what I read from a website article.

The following article listed five possible manifestations of this Avoidance Disorder.


  1. Needs To Be Well Liked.
  2. Not Open To Intimate Relationships
  3. Uncomfortable In Social Settings
  4. Avoids Work Activities
  5. Avoids Conflict At All Cost

I have all these symptoms in varying degrees.  I falsely believe that by practicing these behaviors I’ll protect myself from uncomfortable situations.  I have discovered though that there are negative consequences for believing these lies.

Needs to be well-liked:

During my school years I was always teacher’s pet.  Why?  I wanted them to like me.  I strove to never do anything which would land me in trouble.  One day a boy cut in front of me in the lunch line.  I loudly complained.  Our teacher walked over demanding an explanation.  The other boy said I was the one who had cut in line.  Before I could reply, I was led by the ear back to the end of the line.  I was mortified that I had gotten in trouble.  I remember apologizing, hoping that would once again get me in good graces with my teacher.

Not open to intimate relationships:

As a child, I could only fit into what was then labeled “Husky” for the size classification of the blue jeans I wore. I was teased about my weight.  I remember going home one day and asking my mom why everyone was so mean when I always tried to be nice.  In my young mind, friendships meant having to endure ridicule, so I kept my classmates at arm’s length.

I did find one friend who didn’t laugh at me when I tore my pants bending over playing Four Square or who didn’t pinch my belly fat.  We became inseparable. We were best friends all through elementary and junior high school.  We hung out every day, even during summer vacation.  I don’t remember having one argument with him…ever.

During my sophomore year of high school my friend started branching out and developing new friends.  He didn’t dump me but I took offense and when I met my future wife, at a high school dance, my relationship with my inseparable friend slowly disappeared.  I had found another best friend, and in my world, I only needed one.

Uncomfortable in social settings:

I caught the mumps when I was four or five.  During the course of this illness, I awoke one morning with blood on my pillow from my infected ear.  I was later diagnosed with permanent hearing loss in my right ear.  I quickly adapted to hearing out of only one ear.  In school I always sat in the front row (which also made it easier to catch the teachers adoring eye).

As I grew older though, I turned my disability into an excuse to avoid social gatherings.  It’s true that having only one working ear makes it hard to talk in noisy environments but it became an easy justification why to leave school dances early, or years later, to avoid weddings and other social events.

Avoids work activities:

The article states that people with Avoidance Disorders seek a low profile at work to keep from interacting with others.  While I still feel uncomfortable at meetings mingling with everybody, I prefer one-on-one interactions.  Instead of having to please a large group, I only have to please the person sitting across from me.

Avoids conflict at all costs:

Recently, I talked to someone a few years older than me who rode the same school bus I had.  He laughed and asked if I remembered my first day riding the bus.  He recalled how excited I was after my first day of school on the bus ride home.  I hopped from one seat to another introducing myself and asking everyone about their day.  Suddenly the bus screeched to a halt.  The bus driver marched back, picked me up and literally threw me into the empty, trouble-maker seat in the front of the bus.  That was my seat for the rest of the school year.

I didn’t remember the happy-go-lucky, little boy self, from that story. I did vividly remember the embarrassment and shame I felt in front of all my peers that day.  I remember being afraid to talk to anybody on the bus for the rest of the year and having that carry over into the classroom as well.

That avoidance of conflict has unfortunately carried over into adulthood and my marriage.  I’m overweight and know it.  I’ve been diagnosed as pre-diabetic and my loving wife, Karen tries her best to get me to eat right.  Over the years, I have resorted to hiding candy and soda pop so I won’t have to deal with the guilt I would feel and conflict which would arise by having to admit my failure.

One time in particular, she asked me if I had bought a pop at the store.  I said no.  Later on, she asked me again.  I became enraged.  I did everything I could to heap guilt on her for suggesting I had lied to her.  Then she held out a receipt.  It showed Mt. Dew had been purchased earlier that same day.  I accused her of spying on me.  She said she went to the car for something, and when she closed the car door the receipt blew out and landed on her.  I believe God wanted to reveal my sin that day to help me face my misbeliefs.  After tempers calmed down, Karen and I had a good talk and I promised to never deceive her again…but I did…over and over again.

I know this sounds so trivial compared to lying about having an affair or a gambling problem.  But this is what I am tempted to lie about to my wife and this breeds distrust which could undermine our marriage.  Karen only wants to spend a long and healthy life together with me and I feel guilt over not taking care of my body and want to avoid confrontations (even mild ones) over my deceit in this area of my life.

I know I’m not the only one who is a people pleaser.  All of us have some varying levels of dysfunction in our lives.  Some of us have addictions, we’re co-dependent, we have anger problems, we live through the lives of our children, and so on.

It all boils down to this: Who is in control of your life?  If you have a major level of dysfunction in your life that dysfunction rules over you.  It is your king.  If you are addicted to drugs or alcohol, they have power over you.  If you have anger issues, you are in bondage to your emotions.  If you live through the lives of your children, your happiness depends on their success.  I have made pleasing other people king of my life.  Even if you are a control freak, making yourself king is not the answer.  You will never find peace trying to control the lives of the people around you.

Through counseling I have gained a better understanding of my dysfunction and have more weapons to help me in this battle.  My therapist is great but he doesn’t have all the answers.  The question still is this: Who is in control of my life?  Who has enough intimate knowledge of me to share wisdom and truth which is both unbiased and unchanging.  It’s not my wife, Karen.  She knows me intimately but not wholly.

There is only one who knows you inside and out; there is only one who created you; there is only one who is King of Kings and Lord of Lords.  Jesus is the only one who can heal our wounds because He knows us fully.

Psalm 139 says, “O Lord, you have searched me and you know me.  You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar…before a word is on my tongue you know it completely…For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb…my frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place.  When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body…Search me O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.  See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.”

Isn’t this our greatest longing:  To be understood; to be heard; to be thoroughly known without fear of condemnation.  This is the relationship we all yearn for.  And this is the relationship you can have with Jesus as your King.

Have I arrived in my relationships with others?  Heavens no…but I have come a long way.  Have I arrived with my relationship with my King…again, not by a long shot.  By yielding control over my life to Jesus though, I have hope for this life and for the next.

Who has control over your life?