A Divine Pause

As I am sitting here on my balcony, sipping my morning coffee, overlooking and taking in the eerily peaceful surroundings of my woodland view, I sensed the Lord’s still small voice. I had been seeking Him, like countless others, on the meaning of this unholy and tragic event that had suddenly come upon and besieged this nation and its inhabitants.

The answer finally came after weeks of asking, praying, pressing in; and finally letting go and resting in the release and confidence that, while I do not know many things, and when answers don’t come—the one thing I know that I know that I know to be true is that God is in control.  God either causes, stops, or allows things to happen; and He does so for our good, whether it looks or feels that way at the time.

Our Blessed Assurance provides comfort in His Word, scribing: “‘For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,’ declares the Lord. ‘As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts’ (Isaiah 55:8-9). And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28).

My spirit is at peace with the truth that God did not cause this. So, if He did not cause it, then why did He not stop it? Since He did not stop it, why did He allow it?  And if God allowed it, for what ‘higher ways’? What good? My spirit was quickened to the revelation that this was not a punishment, but rather a pause—a Divine Pause. An intermission prepared and packaged with every lost opportunity, every shoulda-woulda coulda, every connection not made, moment misused, point escaped, and road not taken, so that we could have a Divine Do-over.

I said “Wow, God, this is good!” He said, “write it as your next article.” I replied, “okay, I will make some notes and do it next week.” He retorted “do it now, today.” As one who honors the Sabbath (Shabbat), I felt the need to remind my Omniscient (All-Knowing), Omnipotent (All-Powerful), and Omnipresent (Ever-Present) Father: “Um, Daddy, you do realize this is the Sabbath, right?” To which I felt a Holy Head Shake and Sovereign Sigh in the Heavenly Realm, with a reminder back: “The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath” (Mark 2:27). I sensed the Lord of the Sabbath saying, “don’t get all religious on me, Matthew.” Yes, Sir. On it. One article coming right up!

Our Divine Daddy gave me a dream some nights ago, as He often speaks to many of us through dreams and visions. In that dream, I was in New Mexico, and I was trying to get to a realtor’s office. I did not have a navigation system in the car I had rented, and the realtor was trying to give me directions to her office over the phone, without really knowing where I was at; although I was trying to explain my bearings to her. Regardless, she seemed convinced that she knew the way, while I was not as confident in her confidence. To make a long story short, as I need to leave certain details out that are between God and me, I sensed the message was one of guarding against being led blindly, or by someone who is sight impaired (figuratively speaking, of course).

This real estate agent, I believe, represented a part of myself that was causing me to not see as clearly as I needed to see all that God had prepared for me during this time.  New Mexico symbolizes “It grows as it Goes, Land of Enchantment, The Colorful State, Yucca Flower” (© 2015. Dr. Barbie Breathitt), and the Yucca Flower represents “a fresh new positive outlook on life as you work through your present situation” (IBID).

I believe that we can be driven by our fears, doubts, discouragement, disappointments, uncertainties, regrets, past perspectives and encounters, and worldly worries to the point where we miss things along the way, sight-impaired or even blinded to those opportunities and moments that are placed and positioned there to help us grow, heal, and receive what we need to be better equipped and to enlarge our capacity.

God is for each and every one of us—if we allow Him to be. Our Wonderful Way-Maker longs to go before us to right every wrong, straighten every crooked path, and smooth out every rough place (Isaiah 45:2). God is not a man who should lie, nor the son of man who needs to repent (Numbers 23:19). God does not play favorites (Acts 10:34), and longs to be our Faithful Forever Father, our Divine Doting Daddy, and our Precious Papa.

yucca-white-flower-flower-stalk-shutterstock-com_12863 (resized)Each of us has a choice to make during this trying time, as we stand at the four-way intersection of this moment, determining which perspective to travel on: we can either stay stuck in ourselves, be led impaired or blindly by our un-surrendered soul or fleshly nature; or take the perspective of the Yucca Flower, and pursue the fresh new positive outlook which causes us to then step into this God-given gift of this Divine Pause, and unwrap everything put in place to redeem us, make us whole, make us better than new, and cause us to step into our Divine Destiny, and Kingdom Eternal purpose, with nothing missing, nothing lacking, and no sorrow added.

May God comfort, refresh, guide, keep, and bless you always.

With warmest regards,


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Take up your mat and walk, part one (Full radio message)

So many people are waiting for the waters of Bethesda to stir, while lying on a mat of lack, bondage, hindrance, or regrets (‘shoulda, woulda, couldas’, as I like to call them).  My brothers and sisters, this should not be! Join me, as we are lifted up into the revelation of this pool of Bethesda, and step into the victory of Jesus’ Words, “take up your mat and walk” (John 5:8).

But first, family, know this had to become a two-parter, because the Lord took us on a Holy Ghost detour of other musings ranging from the prophetic to 4th of July. Needless to say, this is a message to warm you up to that place we will get to and through next week, where we truly walk away with our victory in hand, and the enemy under our feet.

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My Mom, the Feminist: A Mother’s Day Tribute

20180414_105258 Matthew GarganoAs we approach Mother’s Day, and I reflect on my mom, I became supremely overwhelmed with a wave of profound gratitude and absolute awe for the woman who influenced me the most and the example she set.

My mom is from the Show Me State, the place where actions speak louder than words. Through her daily examples, which flowed naturally and effortlessly from her, those actions spoke volumes from my first living example of a woman, of how powerful women are, and how much they deserve to be loved, respected, and celebrated for their seats at the table.

The Online Etymology Dictionary defines feminism as ‘qualities of females.’ When I think of the qualities that my mom adorned and demonstrated, the ones that naturally come forth are godly, noble, loving, firm, diplomatic, devoted, unconditional love, persistent, persevering, powerful, strong, respected, trusted, beautiful, lovely, selfless, sacrificing daily, humble, steadfast, wise, champion of her family, and I can go on and on.

As I stated above, my mom was my first example of a woman. My mom set the bar and the tone of how I should view, treat, and interact with woman. My mom showed me, by her actions, the rich and defining talents of a woman.

Mom had that quiet strength—that powerfully gorgeous and commanding quiet strength which beamed from her beautiful and deep blue eyes. Those same eyes that displayed her fierce love for her children, and equally disclosed when you crossed the line. Those eyes that looked upon you with such love and kindness, yet were equally effective at correction and conviction.

I never heard my mom complain. Raising three boys and a girl, and I would argue a husband, (my dad) as well, all while balancing work, daily packed lunches, nightly dinners, grocery shopping with coupons and kids in tow, endless laundry, poison ivy, chicken pox, stitches, surgeries, school functions, little league, softball, high school football, community events, volunteerism, gave her plenty of legitimate reasons and license to more than a little whine time. But she never did.

My mom taught me God is the most important, and He is our True Source, and rightful head over our family.  I cannot tell you how much my mom prayed—and having three sons required a lot of prayer.  Even to this day, I still feel my mom’s prayers, both past and present.  I truly believe her prayers helped keep our family where it needed to be, and from going off the rails.  My mom is a prayer warrior. My mom is a warrior, period.

Mom required us to address women with respect, and that ‘yes and no ma’am’ was evidence of that respect, as was opening doors and the like.  These acts in no way diminished the power of women—quite the opposite. These acts showed deference to that power and their imperative place in the world of womanhood.

Mom taught us, through her daily actions, that being a devoted wife and mother was an incredibly incomprehensibly and profoundly critical role that formed, shaped, nurtured, and set the tone and trajectory for her family.  My mom wore her role as a wife, mother, community leader, professional, volunteer, and woman, as badge of honor. Above all, her family always came before all else; except God.  Her husband and her kids were her magnum opus.  My mom is the matriarch of our family—the glue that has held us all together, even when we were coming apart at the proverbial seams.  Thankfully, we never came apart.  We came dangerously close at times, but not quite, because of Mom.

Aside from God, without my mom, we wouldn’t be here today (and I include my dad as part of our ‘we’).  If Mom wasn’t the woman she was, we wouldn’t be the successful, compassionate, devoted, functional, steadfast sons, daughter, fathers, mothers, husbands, wife, and people we are today.  And this being said, we still can’t hold a candle this wonderful woman, who is my mom.

So, Mom, on this Mother’s Day, know that I am more grateful than words could ever express for you, who you are, your immeasurable love, and the great influence and impact you have had and still have on my life. You are my mom, my best friend, and the first woman I ever knew and loved.  Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!

Love always and forever,

Your son,