SharonChristine

Darlene Deibler🌹 … The true story of a woman with an unshakeable faith. *Thankful for Christians like Darlene, who are strong & unwavering in their faith!

[SharonChristine @Witynfun]

The Testimony of Darlene Deibler Rose https://t.co/63IXeRGP0R

[Amir Tsarfati @beholdisrael]

More and more Jews in Israel and around the world look to the left and find hatred, then look to the right and find the very same. On one side, the hostility is driven by liberal, progressive, and often even communist ideology. On the other, it is fueled by outright racism and antisemitism.

The more they try to fit in, the more they are met with walls of hatred and rejection, wrapped in blood libels and conspiracy theories.

Perhaps this is exactly what Balaam saw when he declared:

“For from the top of the rocks I see him,
And from the hills I behold him;
There! A people dwelling alone,
Not reckoning itself among the nations.”
(Numbers 23:9 NKJV)

When you reach rock bottom and look in every direction, finding neither help nor sympathy, there is only one place left to look - not merely to the hills and the mountains, but far above them, to heaven itself.

“I will lift up my eyes to the hills -
From whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.”
(Psalm 121:1–2 NKJV)

Israel may stand alone among the nations, but she is never alone. The Keeper of Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps, and the Maker of heaven and earth remains faithful to His covenant and to His people forever.

[SharonChristine @Witynfun]

I had a lot going on yesterday and I didn't get around to posting for Father's Day. Happy belated Father's Day to all of the wonderful loving and amazing dad's out there who continuously show up. A Father’s Legacy

Last Father’s Day, I wrote about my father and my son.

This year, I’ve found myself reflecting on the legacy fathers leave behind.

When most people think of a legacy, they think of money, property, or possessions. But the greatest things a father leaves behind cannot be measured in dollars and cents.

My father adopted five children. He taught me that being a father is about much more than biology. It is about showing up. It is about loving, protecting, providing, teaching, correcting, encouraging, and making room in your heart for others.

As I reflected this Father’s Day, I realized how much of that same heart I see in my son.

Carl has spent years pouring himself into Zan’s life.

He is the one who gets up in the middle of the night when Zan is sick.

He is the one who attends the track meets.

He is the one who goes to school meetings and advocates for him when necessary.

He is the one who makes sure he has clothes, food on the table, a ride to school, and guidance for life’s challenges.

He is the one who has to do the difficult parts of parenting—the correcting, disciplining, teaching, and preparing a child for adulthood.

Over the years, he has also opened his heart and home to other children who needed stability, guidance, and love.

Most of these moments will never make it onto social media.

They are the quiet, ordinary acts of faithfulness that make a father.

Like many mothers and sons, Carl and I have had our challenges. We don’t always agree, and sometimes we see things very differently.

Case in point: Earl.

Most of you know about the feral cat I’ve spent months trying to rescue. By this point, my son probably thought his mother had completely lost her mind. I had already moved into my beautiful new apartment, yet I was still sleeping on an air mattress at my old place, keeping odd hours, and arranging my life around a cat.

To be fair, if I were watching someone else do that, I might have wondered the same thing.

When Earl was finally caught, Carl and Zan were having lunch with me.

Carl laughed, shook his head, and probably wondered once again why his mother was still living between two homes for a feral cat.

But instead of simply tolerating my obsession with Earl, Carl took action.

Knowing time was running short before the veterinary clinic closed, he called his veterinarian himself, explained the situation, and made arrangements for Earl to be seen.

Once everything was in place, he packed up his lunch, gathered Zan, and rushed off to pick up Earl and get him safely to the clinic before it closed.

The thing that touched me wasn’t that Carl had suddenly become attached to Earl.

The thing that touched me was that he knew I was.

He saw something that mattered deeply to his mother, and even though he may not have fully understood my attachment to this cat, he put aside what he was doing and showed up.

As I watched him, I found myself thinking about my father.

I saw the same willingness to help.

The same sense of responsibility.

The same commitment to family.

And I realized something beautiful.

A father’s legacy doesn’t end when his children grow up.

It lives on in the lives they touch, the people they love, and the example they pass on to the next generation.

This Father’s Day, I am grateful for my father.

I am grateful for my son.

And I am grateful for the God who works through imperfect people to leave behind something far greater than possessions.

A legacy of love.

A legacy of faithfulness.

A legacy of showing up.

Sometimes love looks like shaking your head, thinking someone is a little crazy, and helping them anyway.

And when I look at my father and my son, that is exactly the kind of legacy I see.

[SharonChristine @Witynfun]

I got to thinking today that sometimes people misunderstand your intentions.
When you share what God has done in your life, you’re not trying to be another Joyce Meyer, Kay Arthur, or some famous Bible teacher first of all I could never fill their shoes. I have shoes of my own that I need to fill that God has placed on my feet. I’m simply trying to obey the words of Jesus when He said, “Go home and tell them what great things God has done for you.”
Yes, I share Scripture, because my testimony is rooted in God’s Word. His promises carried me through loss after loss, disappointment after disappointment, and through the victories that eventually came from those dark and difficult days.
The trials I’ve faced are part of my story, but they do not define who I am.
Neither do my failures.
Neither do my disappointments.
Neither do my victories.
Jesus defines who I am.
My hope is not that people would see me, but that through my story they would see His faithfulness. If God can carry me through the storms of life, He can carry you too.
That’s why I share—not for recognition, but because God has been too good to stay silent about.
The people who live in my city, my family and friends , the people who sit in my chair, and my coworkers and the people who live in my little community are the people God has entrusted to me. They are the people I hope to reach with the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and to inspire and encourage other followers of Jesus to share their stories too.
After all, every believer has a testimony of God’s faithfulness worth sharing.

[SharonChristine @Witynfun]

Wars and rumors of wars. So much tension. So much uncertainty.

With everything going on in the world today, have you ever wondered if God is mindful of the details of your life? Does He really see? Does He really care?

I would say yes. I believe He does.

What I’m about to share may seem small compared to the problems facing our world today, but it is part of my testimony during a dark and difficult season.

God works in mysterious ways, and there is nothing the enemy of our souls can throw at us that God cannot handle.

The Bible tells us that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Jesus said, “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”

Think about that for a moment.

The God of the universe calls us friends and invites us to become part of His family through His plan of salvation.

And when it comes to the details of our lives, I can’t help but think about the person who named him Earl and continued to feed him before I ever knew he existed.

To that person, thank you.

If you hadn’t cared for him, I never would have known him. And if I had never known him, I would have missed one of the most unexpected gifts God brought into my life during a very difficult season.

In a human sense, Earl became the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow.

It’s funny to say that about a little feral cat whose primary concern is survival. Yet somewhere along the way, I genuinely learned to love him.

That’s why I’ve stayed behind as long as I have.

My landlord has been generous. My neighbors have been patient. Friends have stepped in to help. A complete stranger offered her time, her traps, and her experience because she cared.

For all of that, I will always be grateful.

When I look back over these past months, I can see God’s fingerprints everywhere.

He met me through acts of kindness.

He met me through unexpected friendships.

He met me through people willing to help carry a burden that wasn’t theirs to carry.

And He met me through a little gray cat named Earl.

What stands out to me now is that this was never just a story about catching a cat.

It was a story about trust.

A frightened little cat spent months deciding whether I was safe, and one day he decided that I was.

That’s a gift very few feral cats ever give.

Whether I ever hold him again or not, he can never take away the fact that he already trusted me enough to be held.

That memory belongs to me forever.

And yet, Mr. Earl Gray, I haven’t given up on you.

We’ve come too far together for that.

You taught me that trust cannot be demanded. It must be earned.

You taught me patience.

You taught me that love often grows slowly, one small act of kindness at a time.

And you taught me something else:

One more hug is never enough.

My heart is broken today for many reasons, not just because of Earl. But when I look back, I can see God’s faithfulness through it all.

He met me in my loneliness.

He met me in my uncertainty.

He met me in my dark hour.

And if He has done that for me, He can do that for you.

If I can leave you with one thought, it is this:

When you serve the Lord, your labor is never in vain.

The seeds you plant, the prayers you pray, the kindness you show, and the love you give are never wasted.

God is faithful.

He sees the details.

He hears the prayers whispered through tears.

And He will not let your enemies triumph over you.

So today I choose gratitude.

Gratitude for the lessons.

Gratitude for the memories.

Gratitude for a little gray cat named Earl.

And gratitude for a faithful God who walked beside me every step of the way.

[SharonChristine @Witynfun]

@Real_Qletter Emphatically that would be a strong yes!

[SharonChristine @Witynfun]

I’ve found that the Neighborhood app is a great place to share your story and connect with people in your community.
I’ve been on X since it was Twitter, but I’ve discovered that my voice often reaches further on Neighborhood. It’s not about seeking accolades or recognition. It’s about making sure the things God places on our hearts are landing on ears that may be encouraged, challenged, or helped by them.
Here, I may receive only a few responses, but on Neighborhood I’ve had hundreds of people interact with a post and join the conversation. That tells me people are listening.
If you’re a pastor, ministry leader, or active member of your local church, you might consider sharing some of your messages there as well. After all, God has placed us in a specific city and community for a reason. We are called to bloom where we are planted.
While technology allows us to reach people around the world and those of us when we can't make it due to an illness, injury or working, or maybe living where you can't get out, but we cannot forget the importance of the local church and having Christian fellowship with the people living right around us. Scripture tells us not to forsake the assembling of ourselves together. Jesus said,
For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them. Matthew 18:20 If somebody you know can't get out maybe we can join them and catch a service with them online. Fellowship, encouragement, accountability, and serving one another are all part of God’s design for His people.
I firmly believe that if God calls us to fellowship with other believers, He is faithful to provide opportunities and places for that fellowship to happen. Sometimes those opportunities begin right in our own neighborhoods.
Never underestimate what God can do through a simple post, a kind word, or a testimony shared with those around you.

[SharonChristine @Witynfun]

As I reflect on Jonah chapter 3, I am reminded of one of the most powerful times of fasting I have ever experienced.

A local pastor came online and invited his church and others to join him in three days of fasting. He wasn’t my pastor, but he is the pastor where my son and grandson attend. People submitted prayer requests, laid their burdens before the Lord, and together we sought God’s face.

For three days, he faithfully met with us online, sharing encouragement from God’s Word, praying with us, and reminding us to keep our eyes fixed on the Lord. As prayer requests were typed in, believers from all walks of life prayed for one another. It was a beautiful picture of the body of Christ coming together in unity.

Reading Jonah 3, I cannot help but think of the people of Nineveh. When they heard God’s warning, they responded with fasting, humility, and repentance. From the king to the common citizen, they sought the Lord together.

There is something powerful that happens when God’s people unite in prayer and fasting. Hearts are softened, burdens are shared, faith is strengthened, and we are reminded that we serve a God who hears the cries of His people.

That three-day fast remains one of the most meaningful experiences of fellowship and seeking the Lord that I have ever witnessed. It was a glimpse of the Church of Jesus Christ doing what she was called to do—encouraging one another, bearing one another’s burdens, and seeking God’s face together.

Jonah 3

King James Version

3 And the word of the Lord came unto Jonah the second time, saying,
2 Arise, go unto Nineveh, that great city, and preach unto it the preaching that I bid thee.
3 So Jonah arose, and went unto Nineveh, according to the word of the Lord. Now Nineveh was an exceeding great city of three days' journey.
4 And Jonah began to enter into the city a day's journey, and he cried, and said, Yet forty days, and Nineveh shall be overthrown.
5 So the people of Nineveh believed God, and proclaimed a fast, and put on sackcloth, from the greatest of them even to the least of them.
6 For word came unto the king of Nineveh, and he arose from his throne, and he laid his robe from him, and covered him with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.
7 And he caused it to be proclaimed and published through Nineveh by the decree of the king and his nobles, saying, Let neither man nor beast, herd nor flock, taste any thing: let them not feed, nor drink water:
8 But let man and beast be covered with sackcloth, and cry mightily unto God: yea, let them turn every one from his evil way, and from the violence that is in their hands.
9 Who can tell if God will turn and repent, and turn away from his fierce anger, that we perish not?
10 And God saw their works, that they turned from their evil way; and God repented of the evil, that he had said that he would do unto them; and he did it not.
* sidenote, I think what's important to point out is the reason this was so effective as there were a lot of Christians who had never fasted before, and didn't understand the importance of fasting. It was so refreshing to see their reaction as they joined in with those who have. It was beautiful to to see these christians going deeper into the things of God

[Vivid.🇮🇱 @VividProwess]

One of the most powerful speeches by Benjamin Netanyahu.

“For generations, our people were slaughtered while the world stood silent. But now, we have a state, a brave army, and the strength to defend ourselves. Am Yisrael Chai! Today! Tomorrow! Forever!" 🇮🇱