How beautiful, the richness of the moonlight having waxed full, when it slips softly into a room like a great silver‑blue ball, caressing and polishing everything it touches with its light! Instinctively, and automatically, we look up and on into the vast darkness of the night as if to touch the stars, and ask ourselves, "What is there about the Heavens that brings so much wonder and awe?"

Looking beyond the lace curtains and the blinds, we want to know what lies beyond. Where did we come from? Where are we going? What is our purpose here? And, for myself it has always been, 'Why am I separated from my Heavenly Father?' And so ... where do I start? An odd question and beginning, I know. But where do I start to begin to explain even a little bit about myself?

Well... for those of you who do not know me, I was born April 22, 1947; and that year was a very good year, because I "shot out" into this earth plane of adventure! Mama didn't make it to the delivery room because, as she always said, I "just couldn't wait to get here!" And that part is so true! And up to and until February of 2020, I had loved every minute of my time here!

That being said, I've also had to fight pretty much the whole of my life just to remain here, having survived so many life‑threatening illnesses. Still, in every moment, I continued to grow in God's Knowledge, and that Wisdom gives me credibility to speak; because one sees and understands things in isolation that most people never even know exist.

I want to say that my childhood was uneventful ‑which, in a way it was. But three things, very early on in my life, gave me insight to how near the Spirit of God truly is within all of us.

These things have been my Life‑long Guides: but the most important one being my "Holy Fire" encounter with my Father's Spirit in me at only 8 or 9 months old, while I was still in the crib. I knew I had been sent this time, and would have a "ministry" of some sort in this lifetime. I just had no idea when ‑as our Heavenly Father's timing is not like the timing we encounter upon this earth plane.

Still, back then, it seemed that everyone was at least on an even moral playing field. And I still believe that most children were raised that way. So, it wasn't until I began high school that I found that many childern, from larger towns, were not raised with those same moral values handed down from generations.

I felt lost, and lonely, so I became a "tag‑along" with 3 or 4 of what were probably the richest girls in high school. But it wasn't because they were rich. It was because I knew, instinctively, that their morals were the same as mine. It's only been in the past couple of years that I have come to realize those girls really didn't even notice me. I was just a "hanger‑on": never part of the core, just a bit of fringe at the edge.

It was also in high school that, for the first time, I began to hear the other students speaking of being "latch key" kids. And I wondered to myself, why did no one love them enough to be "at home" for them? And to this day, I still have so many of those questions left unanswered.

But in my family the morals counted enough that if what we did was in opposition to those morals, it carried repercussions all the way back home to our parents! So, if one of the teachers, the principal, an Aunt, Uncle, Grandparent, or even a neighbour said you had done or said something outside of that moral compass, once they were done with your punishment, and then had reported your actions to your parents, you were fried!

I only remember Papa taking off his belt two or three times, but I truly revered my father so much, I knew I NEVER wanted to disappoint him again! And it wasn't because of the whipping that I may have deserved: it was his face of grief that he had to discipline any of us, that stabbed my heart!

We grew up at the edge of a little village, with fields to the south and west of us, and a smaller one to our east. It was, and remains sheer Heaven to me! And, I always thought that we were considered "middle class". My brother has been telling me in recent years (since we've long been grown), that we were "poor".

If we were, I never felt it. Even though Mama was an emotional mess because of her childhood, somehow we had a stability in our home that, by comparrison to today, was so extraordinary that it still takes my breath away!

Our parents were rock‑solid! Papa had married Mama "for better, or for worse", and he would never leave her ‑no matter what. And Mama was our LION of protection! Papa worked just two blocks away at the Farm Bureau Co-Op, so was always close at hand for us. Mama was home all day to care for us.

Of the four of us children, I am the oldest. Bonnie was born in 1949. Stephen came along in 1950. And Christina in 1955. Bonnie went back Home in 2005. Our parents have both gone back Home too. And it still feels odd not to have them here, because I don't remember anyone ever saying how it feels when both parents leave. But what I discovered was: as long as we had Mama, even though Papa had gone on, we still did have Papa in a way. Because the two of them, becoming One together, had Created each one of us!

But when Mama left us too, Papa suddenly "wasn't there" anymore either. And it felt so horrible to be so quickly, and so totally, "alone". And I remember Christina and I looking at one another, and suddenly saying at the same time, "Oh my! We're orphans now!" And we wept.

And yet, in that weeping, I have also discovered that tears of Love never go away. In some ethereal and magical way, we were together, meant to be together, and are inexplicably still tied together, forEVER! And that is the strange, and yet Beautiful Net that LOVE Creates!

But something happened to me at two different times when I was very small. The first one was a visitation of the Holy Spirit when I was only 8 or 9 months old and still in the crib. I know I was not able to walk yet, because after the visitation, I remember pulling myself up on the bars of the crib to try to get Mama's attention. The experience is imprinted on me forever, because it was like being hit with a mac truck of EXPLOSIVE Love!

Then, when I was 3 years old, something again happened that took me until January of 2020 to fully understand. And that is, over the course of my life, I have had, multiple nde's: what I have come to call, LIFE after life experiences.

There will never be enough words of joy to describe the incredible Peace I have received since I have come to not only Remember, but know what these have been! The questions I have had, and have been asking since I was 3 years old, have finally found their home in the Answers I have found!

These experiences did not shield me from my fleshly world. Like all of us here who bear the title "human", I have made mistakes. Even so, those experiences have never let me stray so far from my Heavenly Father that I have nightmarish regrets about the things I have done. That too, is the Power of Heavenly Love! And I still marvel at that extraordinary Grace!

I've been the victim of extreme cruelty. Of someone who wanted, and tried repeatedly, to kill me. But even in this, I was granted the Grace to escape ‑and become a Victor! And I needed that Grace, because our Mama and her two sisters had also been a victim of hatred (though not murder) in their young childhood. But Mama never figured out how to overcome her pain by the act of forgiving, so we were on the receiving end of her anger (over their father) most of our childhood.

Still, both our parents wanted us raised up "good", and brought up in the same moral fibre with which they had been raised. But, for them to do so, we ended up being raised alone and quite isolated.

We were not allowed to have friends come home with us from school. Nor were we allowed stay‑overs at other homes, because neither of our parents wanted to run the risk that we should become involved with those without moral compass at all. So, very early on that meant that for us four, our best friends became the other four of us: our cousins. And, when you are raised like this, and you are already a painfully shy child, you don't know that somewhere in the world, life is actually different.

For myself, my tell‑tale growing up began about six months after Mama had also passed. I just could not stop crying! Christina, frustrated as all get‑out at me, one day suddenly said to me, "Lynn! What is wrong with you?!" And in looking back at her, I suddenly blurted out, "Chris! I don't know who I am! We were raised with one incredibly strong parent, and one incredibly weak parent! But I never got to be ME! I don't know who I am!"

And I didn't know. I was now 56 years old, and I had no idea of who I was, or who I was supposed to have become. Nor did I know if I would even now have the time to find out. I found myself suddenly wrapped up in abject terror, the likes of which I had never known!

All I had ever known was work, because work was my hiding place from Mama's wrath. Now, I couldn't hide. There was no place for me to hide. I was face to face ‑with ME. But there was no "me". We all have our griefs. No one is immune from heartache on this plane. It's what we DO with what we are given that will make or break us. I've never wanted to break.

I had had to give up my piano courses when I was 16. I'd been working since I was 13 so I could finally take those precious lessons. Music was the one thing I knew I could and would do well in from the time I was 5 years old. Yet, onward in its course, my life had repeatedly taken what seemed a thousand turns; all of them appearing downward. And here I was... having to start over, again at 56 years of age in 2003?

Only now, I was left to face the person inside of me that I had never learned to know. We all have our griefs. No one is immune from heartache on this plane. It's what we DO with what we are given that will make or break us. I've never wanted to break.

Yet, I knew one thing is always required: forgiveness. And oh! Would we have to learn that lesson well when our home was taken away from us in 2005 because of a bank error that no one as willing to correct, or in hindsight, perhaps the bank heads didn't know! I only know that within about six months of his employ at our then-current bank, he was removed and placed in "the farthest reaches found" so that he would never hurt someone else by what he did not know. But we ended up being one of his casualties.

The downward spiral felt as if it would devour us completely; especially when in our village, a new church (but of old‑order) and its old‑order minister, whom we had hoped was coming to guide us with advice, instead came by to tell my sister and I that we "weren't worth helping" ‑not long before we were forcefully removed from the home that was left to us, by our parents, as our inheritance.

Imagine, if you can (and I will ALWAYS pray you cannot) finding out that someone made such an error, and never let you know first of all. Then, two years later, a "man of God" comes to tell you that you are not worth helping... and then one July morning, after you have come in from your backyard Bible and prayer time, you hear noises, look outside your front windows ‑and surrounding the front of your home are 4 police cars, a SWAT van (prisoner van), the realtor who says you no longer own your property, and one other.

That's what I saw outside my living room windows that July 5th day in 2005. Seven vehicles lined up in the front of our home, and in our driveway, who had come for two women in their 40's and 50's (one of whom was very ill at that time) who had never hurt a fly, who don't lie, don't cheat, don't steal, who had never been arrested (never done anything outside the law at all); but who had suddenly been surrounded by this arsonal of firepower, as if they were the worst criminals anyone had ever known. My sister and I went into shock as we were driven out of our home that day.

The "WHY?!" still hangs unanswered in the air to this day.

Life here is very cruel, to say the least. One had always better Hope they have their sights on the Kingdom to come, and for which they are being prepared to Enter! Thank God! We did, and still travel on that road!

But, two things still hit me when I think of those moments to this day. I had never been so ashamed of a police department in my life. (I still feel that way when I think of that day, because growing up, I only saw and was aware of police who offered to help.) I confess, too, it's terrible how words have the ability to sear, like a branding iron, into one's mind ‑words like that minister chose to express to us. For myself, that moment, those words seemed the final straw. It was as if we were being beheaded, because we, "weren't worth helping". What kind of "human" says that to another one? What has happened to us in this nation?

We have all heard the phrase, "Forgive and forget". But there is a reason that we do not ‑and dare not, forget! If we forget, we run the chance of doing the same thing to another human being too. And the cruelty goes on. I had to make a choice, and I had to make it VERY fast: would I forgive? That was the only question God asked of me: would I forgive? I didn't have a choice, did I? I would NOT let my soul return its own hate for theirs, even though I don't understand why such actions were taken against us, even to this day.

But anyone who has ever known me also knows that out of that incredible, inconceivable cruelty, I developed a driving PASSION to help anyone I can ‑to this day, to make sure they NEVER have to experience what we did! Because I still believe: EVERYONE IS WORTH HELPING... EVERYONE HAS VALUE!! And, we are NEVER allowed to judge another; because NO ONE KNOWS, except the person in a trial and God the Father, WHAT THAT PERSON IS NOW BECOMING!

Mark Twain wrote that, "Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it." And as Lewis B. Smedes wrote, "To forgive is to set a prisioner free and discover that the prisoner... was YOU." We all have our griefs. No one is immune from heartache on this plane. It's what we DO with what we are given that will make or break us. I'd never wanted to break. And, I NEVER wanted to be a prisoner ‑especially to myself, from my own hate toward another! In 2005, I made the choice to not only NEVER break, but to Eternally FORGIVE others! As well, I made the determination to ALWAYS "be there" for others, if I am able!

Thankfully, some years ago, I was Blessed to begin to serve one of the strongest women I have ever met, and perhaps ‑ever even known. She has moved away from Indiana now. But as I watched her, she became a mentor to me and allowed me to learn from her like no one else.

I don't think she knew she was mentoring me, but she NEVER says, "never"! Her words always are: "I'll figure it out!" And she does! She is an amazing, amazing woman! And I feel so Blessed to call her "my friend"!

Nevertheless, in being alone and looking out onto the world most of my life, rather than being a part of it, I have learned more than I could ever have imagined, too.

In looking back on my childhood, I think I would not know now what I do, if I had been raised in a home where I had been allowed to do the things that most children do today. Things of vanity and idleness. Instead, in my "free" time, my world became my books. And, strange as it may seem, because my Heavenly Father has always been so close to me, I've never felt alone.

I have known agonizing lonliness, if that makes any sense. I still feel that extreme lonliness almost every day at some point. But I've never felt "alone" because my Father is always with me. And rather than having become vain and self‑centered, my best gift of time is when I can give of myself to others for their needs.

I study people. I want to know what makes us "tick", as Papa would say. And "aloneness" has given me time to see facets of this world from a far different perspective than most people ever know it.

For myself, the burden has felt crushing. And yet, like Peter, I have heard my Heavenly Father Say to me, "Lynnie, do you Love me? Feed my sheep."

With Tender words like that, where am I to go? And what am I to do, except obey.

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Hello everyone! And Welcome!

I am your SIMFA blog hostess, Diana Lynn Tritch. I am also a devout Christian. With the events of recent years, I believe it is time for Americans to get to know, or renew the Knowledge of, our Heavenly Father so that everyone can say, "I too am Safe In My Father's Arms!"

A special Thank You to my sister, Christina Ann, who has picked up much of my home chores while I have been in healing and working on this site! Every day, we continue to discover how very personally involved our Lord and King truly is in our lives! (I Love you, Chris!)

For you who have come to visit, it is my Prayer that here you find Hope, Peace, and Answers for your Relationships with others, as well as with our Heavenly Father. As well, may we come again to understand this extraordinary nation that we are so Blessed to call: the United States of America!

God Bless each of you!
and
God BLESS America!