When a Life is Hanging in the Balance

‘Her life is hanging in the balance, it’s uncertain if she has a future.

I’m sorry but we aren’t sure we can do anything to help your daughter without putting her at very high risk.  She is just three pounds.  Open-heart surgery is usually done on bigger babies.  Do you really want to put her through all this?  Maybe you should just think about keeping her comfortable.  Her C02 levels are too high at 75.  Without intervention she dies, the C02 levels will put her to sleep.’

These are the words my friend, Anna heard from her doctor about the life of her now three-pound preemie, Sabreena.

Her life is hanging in the balance.

Her Mama knows this well. I cannot imagine the dunamos power of God at work in her life, enabling and empowering her to get through the days, fraught with tension and still have a smile on her beautiful face.  She walks with grace, beauty and balance, trusting in her God.

But Mama Anna, when she gets discouraged and tired, she reads the word, prays the word over Baby Sabreena; cancels the assignment of the devourer and asks God what He wants her to do.

He reminds her of what He has recently shown her in His word. About Jude, and contending earnestly for the faith which was once and for all given to the saints.  He reminds her of when reading in Romans about the obedience of faith; she sensed God was telling her, her obedience was to have faith.

The longevity and intensity of this trial is wearing on her…while the life of her daughter hangs in the balance.

She holds her beloved, the little one awake, reaching up to touch her Mama’s face.

Mama speaks, choking out her words of love…and then the dunamos power from on high comes…

She commands, she speaks with the authority of a Daughter of the Most High God. She speaks to the C02 levels and commands them to go down in Jesus name.

The Word of God is the ‘Samech’, the balance point. Speak the Word only and my daughter shall be healed…and she was, that very same hour.

Morning breaks with news the C02 levels have gone down to 69. Trusting God to work the miraculous, no decisions regarding surgery are made.

The Lord is at work in Mama’s life too. He shows her how the spirit of fear is trying to dominate her.

The Lord is her strength and high tower, her source of peace and in Him she chooses to find rest.

From that place of quietness and resting confidence in the Lord her God, she focuses on the goodness of God.

He will not fail her.

She speaks again. She calls those things that are not as though they were.  She speaks to the ‘issue’.  She declares to her daughter that her C02 levels are going way down.

She spoke and it was as her words of faith declared. With no medical intervention, the upward trend breaks in the Name of Jesus.  Sabreena’s C02 levels are at 61!

Each answer to prayer is like a leverage point in Anna’s heart.  As she relays the events concerning her daughter, the story of God’s faithfulness will rise high above the retelling.

The Word of God is Anna’s place to stand where she finds balance for her reeling emotions. The word is the balance and we need to know we can stand on it with unswerving trust.  Because we never know whose life hangs in the balance and when our words make the difference between life and death.

Mama Anna, her faith is activated now to believe for the VSD hole in Sabreena’s heart to close so she can breathe on her own. The doctors have been surprised by Sabreena and are happy with her growth and Anna knows it is because the hand of God has touched her.

Family of God, would you stand with Anna and me and believe God to close the VSD hole so she need not undergo open-heart surgery? Will you join me in prayer?

“Father, we thank You for all the days of life that are written in Your book about Sabreena. We thank You for knowing everything about her because You formed and fashioned her in her mama’s womb.  Lord, You say we have not because we ask not, and so right now in Jesus name we are asking You for a touch from Your hand.

We speak to Sabreena’s VSD hole and we say close in Jesus name.

We declare that she will live and not die and all the days of her life, she will sing and speak of the glory of God. We thank You Father for the work You have begun in her life and we thank You for the perfect and complete work You are doing.  We bless You and declare Your goodness over our land.

Thank You for infusing Anna with strength for the battle and for the victories won and the victories yet to be won.  We thank You that in this time she is more than a conqueror and no good thing will You withhold from her.  Thank You for a good report.”

Can You Hear Him?

  1. When you are waiting for His word to give you direction or insight, what is your attitude in the waiting period and why?
  2. When a day of trouble comes upon each one of us, where do the Scriptures tell us is the safest place to be?


Can you hear Him as He speaks words of sustenance to your soul?

With you in His palm,                                           


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Will You Hear My Heart

I love the way God uses our brothers and sisters to help us out when we least expect it and most need it.  I have a confession to make and an apology that goes right along with it.  Will you stay and hear my heart?

I shared some words with a brother the other day, they were good words, straight from the Father, but they lacked a revealing of my heart, my soul, and emotions. My brother kindly and lovingly let me know they lacked.

I could have crumpled up that paper and tossed it into the basket saying I would never write again…but there, held in the hollow of God’s hands, I had an epiphany!  I came upon Jesus in my friend’s words.

My emotions are the same as yours. They aren’t weird or foreign; they are just as familiar to you too. We might go through different experiences but God created us all with the same emotions.   It’s how we process them in the journey.  It’s about sharing our story in the journey.

As I write these words, my heart remembers a note I wrote to my Mum many, many years ago.  In it, I asked for her forgiveness for not sharing my heart with her, thinking she might not understand me.  I was the one who didn’t understand that though our experiences were different our emotions were the same.

I held back for so many years. I remember the shock I felt as I wrote, realizing she loved me and she wanted to know me.  Somehow, I felt that because I was a Christian I couldn’t reveal me.  Young and immature I was in the way of love as my heart tried to process the pain of giving up my only daughter for adoption.  Mum would have completely understood the pain I felt because as a Mum, she would have felt the same and as Grandma, she grieved not knowing her first living grandchild.

The only question was, ‘would I let her in?’  I never fully did until near her end.  I was the only family member who was a believer in Jesus and I was the one who made the biggest mess out of my life.  I felt shame and confusion; why couldn’t I live like all the other happy, good Christians?

But, you know what my Mum would do?  On hard days, like the anniversary date of my abortion for instance, she would call me and tell me how proud she was of me.  Of how she saw that I stuck with my faith and she could see how it had made such a difference in my life.  I will miss her phone call this year…It amazes me how she saw me persevere and grow in my faith no matter what hardships I went through!

I didn’t know growing up that I was/am hard of hearing and I struggled with all my relationships because of my inability to hear the way others could.  I was always so frustrated with people for speaking so softly, what was wrong with speaking a little louder for goodness sake?  It is only in the looking back I understand my feelings of not really connecting with my friends.  I never fully or correctly heard the words spoken and so I kept my words and my heart to myself. Circumstances are different today.

Thankfully, Bruce understood our crazy misunderstandings in our early years of marriage as a hearing problem and set about to remedy that for me. Withholding my heart is a pattern I choose to break.  Today, the question is ‘will I let you in?’

Today I choose to share my heart, so my journey in finding why God’s Word is greater than gold will be a blessing to you.

Today I ask you to forgive me for holding back my heart from you. Will you journey with me, for surely I am learning that together we are better and together we are stronger?

Together, when we share our hearts we can uncover the lies of the enemy and we can link arms and hearts and offer protection for one another in the storms of life.

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With love,

with you in His palm

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Whoa to Self

My eyes pick up spelling mistakes without even planning to look for them.  Spelling mistakes seem to be like magnets to my eyes… On her Facebook status, I am sure she did not mean to make the mistake and she probably had no idea she had even made one.  Even less would she have any idea how her mistake affected my heart.

She meant to say ‘woe’ but instead she spelled it ‘whoa’.

I saw the mistake right when I am thinking about Beckoned by the King’s question:

Where would you say is the hardest area for you to maintain the joy of the Lord?  What will you do to see change come about in that area?

Her spelling mistake became my answer.  Whoa to me.  I must learn to say “whoa” to that ugly part of my nature that rises up and

I fall.


You see, falling, for me is when the fruit of beautiful self-control is pushed off the table…by impatience and anger.

I end up feeling so ashamed and unworthy, too hard headed and stubborn to immediately bend low…

Anger has edged out peace; impatience is shoving long-suffering to the edge,Continue Reading

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How Our Lives Change When our Hearts Choose Forgiveness

Thoughtful Thursday ~ Beckoned by the King 

I heard His Voice last night through the grace filled words of an elderly man as he gently spoke of the power of forgiveness.

For most of his adulthood, he and his family was the subject of terrible injustices.  He spoke softly, tears filling his kind blue eyes and yet with the authority of one who had experienced what he was sharing.

His words described how everyday he had to make a choice to deny his flesh the revenge it sought.  He chose to keep the words of the One he loved and often sought Him with all his heart, with every fibre of his being crying out for the grace of God to overtake and envelope him.

The words are blurry and I cry now because I realize I had not understood the depth of his journey, the incredible intimacy of his walk with Jesus.

He lived the words of Psalm 119: 57-58

“You are my portion, O Lord; I have said that I would keep Your words.  I entreated Your favor with my whole heart; be merciful to me according to Your word.”

He lived within the boundaries of love.

He knew when Jesus said, ‘take up your cross and follow me’, it was exactly what he would do.  He stalwartly shouldered that cross as it cut great gouges in his flesh and hurt his soul, and he walked the journey following Jesus all the way.

The road of forgiveness was the road he walked.  Open heart willing to love and lend a helping hand to others; yet being shut down and silenced by those he was in community with.  How could he bear such injustice?

He was not dropping the cross God had called him to carry.  He did not weaken or lose faith under such a heavy burden ~ I surely would have.

He explained denying himself the ravages of a torn soul and hurting heart and how loving with all his heart allowed him to see Jesus clearly.

He saw how Jesus had denied His flesh, ignored that great crying out to have the burden of the crucifixion pass from Him.  He saw how Jesus forgave all men the grossness of their sin and marked the road to Calvary with His blood.  Forgiveness and healing for us found in every drop.

My friend forgave those who had hurt him so deeply.   He shared how one by one the Lord brought the injustices and the people who had caused them to his memory and asked him, ‘what about this one?’

Always his answer was ‘yes, this one too, Lord, I forgive.’  His face shone as he spoke those words.  His eyes radiated great depths of love and I know he forgave me too.

In listening to the words of this kind, godly man, I know I heard these words lived out:

I thought about my ways, and turned my feet to Your testimonies.  I made haste and did not delay to keep Your commandments.  The cords of the wicked have bound me, but I have not forgotten Your law.  Psalm 119: 59-61

Beloved, will you remember to keep His love law when you are hurt too?  Will you turn quickly from the injustice and do that which my friend did, what Jesus did?

I open my heart and stretch wide my arms and say, “Father, I choose to forgive in the name of Jesus.  If they knew what they were doing they wouldn’t do it, so I forgive, fully and freely in Jesus name.”

Do you feel the exhilaration of freedom, of a heart unbound?

Will you testify of His goodness by leaving a comment?  I would love to hear of how God has blessed your heart and to know you too have found the freedom only forgiveness can bring to our souls.

With humble heart,

Listening for His heart, Jeannie Pallett

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Wholehearted Obedience

Friend to a Stranger

Love is the law in the Kingdom of God and I have been asking Him to show me where I need to observe it the most.

Where do I need to see Love most Father?

(continuing with the chapter “He” from Psalm 119:33-40 in Beckoned by the King)

” You need to see Love stirring and active on the inside of you.  Love is  ready to meet every need not only you have, but also the needs of those around you, through you.

Be moved by compassion and act and speak from a heart filled with compassion. 

Honest, real, sincere love is what matters most.

Love is all Jesus is. Jesus is infinitely patient, ever so tender and kind.  He is always aware of ways He can show you His goodness and faithfulness.  He abounds toward you with blessing.

He is not afraid to give of Himself completely.  You are one with Him.  You too can learn to give yourself completely.  This is the cry of intimacy, the longing of every heart.

You have seen love in the places you have feared.  You have seen how the wine and oil of love has healed and filled those broken places in your heart.  Let others see and feel that love from you. 

Don’t hold back and don’t withdraw or retreat.  Go forward in the strength of my grace and mercy, buoyed up by my everlasting kindness toward you.  I am leading you now as faithfully as I always have.  I do not change and continue to desire to see my plans and purposes manifest in your life.

Go for the gusto, wholeheartedly love and adore me, hold nothing back. You are mine completely and I have given myself wholeheartedly to you.

See Love stirring on the inside.  He has not slumbered nor slept.  He is stirring together all who you are to fashion a woman who resembles Him in every way.  Be aware of the ways I am moving about in your heart and listen for the ways I speak to you.

He is present so you will be fully alive to Him.  Fully alive to others with hands full of wine and oil. Bread for the breaking.

Wholehearted obedience my Child is living before me with a whole heart.  Free from roots of bitterness and anger, free to have a heart made whole by love.  Let it be so in your life, let me do the work that needs to be done and then put away from you those things I root up and show you.

Your joy will be full and pure even as the water of Life bubbles within you.”

Breaking bread with you

Breaking open the heart of Jesus and eating the bread He has given.


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Bread for the Hungry

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