Thursday, May 28, 2015

Christian Author ~

Yes! I am a Christian author, and proud to be so.
Jesus Christ shed his blood, to redeem me from my sins.
So what can I do in return to thank him? I can be grateful and help others to see, the mercy of his goodness.
Perhaps you are someone who has been hurt by a church?
People hurt you, God did not!

However, he does give everyone a free choice and with that free choice some choose to be cruel, unkind and hurtful.....
But that is not of God.

As a Christian writer I choose to INSPIRE and ENCOURAGE.. ~~
I believe everyone of us needs that..

We can be better people ~ OR ~ Bitter people. I choose to be better.

Loving God ~ truly believing in Him ~ Heart ~ Mind ~ Soul ~ Strength ~
Makes you a kinder YOU.

We all have choices... Choose well~

Its not easy to be a Christian Author.... to write your heart, when some people criticize that.

I have just finished writing two more books, one is Fiction and the other Non Fiction.
They are both with editors now and I hope at least one is out by Christmas.
The Non Fiction with surprise everyone.  Yes, I have finally been able to write about my thirty years of abuse. 
How can I still believe in God you may ask?
Because, I learnt to worship Him, instead of my abuser.
AND ~ in all truth, I made the choice.

I love this Bible verse.  I have used it to Encourage and Inspire myself for years.

Vision ~ Yes! We all need to have A vision NOW and always.

So, everyday when you arise, be thankful for all you have, because its God given.

I choose to remain in a marriage that was difficult for many reasons....
WHY ? ~ I now understand that I didn't have to.
It all comes down to choices.
I cannot blame others for my wrong choices.
BUT ~ I can now encourage others to make better ones than I did.

So, Be Inspired and be Encouraged and READ RIGHT!

SPEAK THIS OUT LOUD ~ I am Special, I am Blessed, I am beloved of God!
Gods Love for you is FREEly given, so FREEly receive.

My Author Page ~ Watch around Christmas for my new Book.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

The Queenslander.Home

The Queenslander Home refers to a unique style especially designed for sub tropical weather conditions. They take a lot of work to up keep, specially in refreshing the paint work.
Our sun is harsh and fades everything quickly.

The benefit of living in the house, especially the HIGH SET design is that air circulates underneath.
With ceiling fans in every room its rare to bother with turning on the air-conditioner.

This first home is ours. Work remains in placing window shutters, and a carport to sun protect our vehicles. Under the house is utilized as a workshop and garage.

The name of our Home is : Karinya which in Aboriginal means ~  Peaceful Home.


                               The Queenslander is the Australian way of life that continues on.

Except the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it; except the Lord keeps the city, the watchman wakes but in vain. - Psalm 127:1

Friday, March 6, 2015

Tired of Floods

We have had six floods in five years, so needless to say, we are tired of them.

I made sure when I purchased this house that it was not in the flood or mine zone.

The floods still affect everyone. No trucks can get through which limits milk and bread supplies.

We can't get to church and many children cannot attend school.

The shop keepers get the worst with having to evacuate all the stock and then come back to a massive clean up.

Some homes do get flooded, but everyone gets in and helps once the waters recede.

And the animals feel the problem also...

Here a possum cries.

Roo stranded

A roo gets to safety.

A lone horse 


Flocks of wallabies (small roos)

A good Samaritan.

A python makes the meal of a croc.

Kids enjoy the fun

Yes, we have had enough.

Psalm 121:7 " The LORD will keep you from all harm-- he will watch over your life."

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Better Late than Never.

I met my first husband at eleven years and married at almost twenty.
Yes, my mother sent me nursing to get me away from him, but my love for him won out.
It was a traumatic marriage and not the kind, sharing team work you see between most young ones today.

I had to comply to his wishes or there were physical repercussions.
Needless to say, I was quiet and shy and remained locked in a life of walking on eggshells.

  Myself (L) and work mate Lynn (R).

Perhaps God knew, and I am sure he did, that if my first husband had been more loving and kind I would not have developed the faith in The Creator God that has remained steadfast.

Often alone at nights, as hubby went out to socialise, I'd get my children off to bed and then soak in the bath before retiring myself.

Here was my learning time as the Holy Spirit worked on my soul.  I'd withdraw three different bible versions an exercise book, pen and concordance from underneath  my low to the floor bed and study Gods word. How did I do that?  Well I would take a word I was interested in, like Heaven, and then with the help of the concordance study everything the Bible had to say on this subject.

At one stage my then husband found my study implements and took them away and threw them into an incinerator. But, eventually I obtained more and studied again.

There is much I could write about this, but my son said it simply the other day. His wise advise was, "God put our eyes on the front of our heads to look forward.....not back."

With this in mind, I thank God for never leaving nor forsaking me in all those years.
I have four beautiful children from that marriage and a second husband who is completely opposite to the first.

Become Better from your experiences and NOT bitter.

Jeremiah 29:11

Gods promise to us.... and I stand on it. Thank you Lord.


Friday, January 16, 2015

A Book Signing

I am very happy to finally be having a book signing at my local library.

We  have five (5) Primary and five (5) High Schools in our town, plus a College and a University.    So our library is a big one and well used by many.

God is good and all things happen in His time.

Book: Shadows of Time
Author: Crystal Mary Lindsey


Available on line in paperback and email/Kindle.


Sunday, December 21, 2014

Christ-Mas in the Land Down Under

Christmas is celebrated in different ways world wide.
I feel the true spirit of this day is reflected in a beautiful nativity scene and happy faces.

Yes, to myself and many the 25th December is the day we celebrate the birth of our Lord.
Was he born on that day?? Does it matter?? OR, is it more important as the world changes to argue the pros and cons of when Jesus was actually born.

God is Love. He tells us that we will know the truth, and the truth will set us free.
So if I were to feel confused about worshipping Jesus birth on a special, would that be of God?

Romans 8:1-4 "Therefore those in union with Christ Jesus have no condemnation.  For the law of that spirit which gives life in union with Christ Jesus has set you FREE from the law of sin and of death.

Well that's clear... We can celebrate the birth of Christ when we feel in our hearts  that it is right with God to do so.

Some people get all tangled up in what you are to do or not to do.. Isn't this how the Pharisees of Jesus time were?  Always arguing the point about one thing or another.  

So what does God think about our differences of opinion in HIM...
I won't write it all here but read  Romans Chapter 14   for yourself and find out...

What we are told there is that whatever we do, as long as we believe it is in union with the Lord, 
then we are right...
We may not agree with how another person eats or celebrates a different day to us, but as long as we are convinced in our own heart about what we do,  then God will bless us. 

As a child and not living in a wealthy home, we decorated the house with the beautiful little red bells of the  'Christmas Bush.'  This was picked in bunches and placed in bottles of water all around the house.  I felt joy in just looking at it. It represented our Bush Christmas.
Often our Christmas here is a sweltering hot day, so many celebrate with a nice picnic lunch at the ocean..
Or at home with cold meat cuts, salads and dessert.
I am so used to this that I don't like it any other way.
Carols by candle light on a Saturday evening before the great day is a must..... Held in the out doors everyone brings their own seat to the park, with combined churches leading the singing. 
Everyone holds or waves a candle to the music. It is a family night with little ones sleeping on their parents knees while we all acknowledge a Merry Christmas..
It's a time when barriers come down and everyone is friendly and kind, even to the stranger.
Listen to Mark Vincent a 21 yr old who was brought up from 3 months of age by his grandparents..
What a voice he has for one so young. He is accompanied by the Salvation Army band and choir.
Take the time to close your eyes, lean back and listen to him...

Yes, the Christmas season is one of Peace on Earth and Good Will to all men... A communal lunch for the homeless is prepared and given out in the true meaning of love.

So to all who read this post, a Merry Christmas from the Land Down Under.. Our Land of Oz.

And May God Bless You throughout the New Year.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

The Golden Voice of The Psalms - Gods Message to Us

 Cultivating a Heart For God.

Author: The brief descriptions that introduce the psalms have David listed as author in 73 instances. David's personality and identity are clearly stamped on many of these psalms. While it is clear that David wrote many of the individual psalms, he is definitely not the author of the entire collection. Two of the psalms (72) and (127) are attributed to Solomon, David's son and successor. Psalm 90 is a prayer assigned to Moses. Another group of 12 psalms (50) and (73—83) is ascribed to the family of Asaph. The sons of Korah wrote 11 psalms (42, 44-49, 84-85,87-88). Psalm 88 is attributed to Heman, while (89) is assigned to Ethan the Ezrahite. With the exception of Solomon and Moses, all these additional authors were priests or Levites who were responsible for providing music for sanctuary worship during David's reign. Fifty of the psalms designate no specific person as author.

Date of Writing: A careful examination of the authorship question, as well as the subject matter covered by the psalms themselves, reveals that they span a period of many centuries. The oldest psalm in the collection is probably the prayer of Moses (90), a reflection on the frailty of man as compared to the eternity of God. The latest psalm is probably (137), a song of lament clearly written during the days when the Hebrews were being held captive by the Babylonians, from about 586 to 538 B.C.

It is clear that the 150 individual psalms were written by many different people across a period of a thousand years in Israel's history. They must have been compiled and put together in their present form by some unknown editor shortly after the captivity ended about 537 B.C.

Purpose of Writing: The Book of Psalms is the longest book in the Bible, with 150 individual psalms. It is also one of the most diverse, since the psalms deal with such subjects as God and His creation, war, worship, wisdom, sin and evil, judgment, justice, and the coming of the Messiah.

Key Verses: Psalm 19:1 “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.”

Psalm 22:16-19, "Dogs have surrounded me; a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet. I can count all my bones; people stare and gloat over me. They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing."

Psalm 23:1, "The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want."

Psalm 29:1-2, "Ascribe to the LORD, O mighty ones, ascribe to the LORD glory and strength. Ascribe to the LORD the glory due his name; worship the LORD in the splendor of his holiness."

Psalm 51:10, "Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me."

Psalm 119:1-2, "Blessed are they whose ways are blameless, who walk according to the law of the LORD. Blessed are they who keep his statutes and seek him with all their heart."

Brief Summary: The Book of Psalms is a collection of prayers, poems, and hymns that focus the worshiper's thoughts on God in praise and adoration. Parts of this book were used as a hymnal in the worship services of ancient Israel. The musical heritage of the psalms is demonstrated by its title. It comes from a Greek word which means "a song sung to the accompaniment of a musical instrument."

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Our Amazing Creator God

I am sure many of you will read this and say, "is this woman daft or what!"
Yet others will nod their head and feel a quickening in their heart and understand right where I am coming from.
Yesterday I took a friend with me to see the movie, "Heaven is for Real." 
I had read the book yet hoped the movie would witness Jesus and the reality of Heaven to this lovely eighty year old lady.  Did it? I am not sure, as she would not be gently drawn into any discussion about it.

However, it did speak to me!  No about my faith to believe because I  am unshakable in that, but about Gods everlasting and enduring love.

It wasn't until almost at the end of the story, that the name of the Burpo's family church became apparent.  And then I began to cry as the Lord touched my heart.

At times we all feel like life is just too tough and we almost want to give up and stop breathing. Yet we cannot chose to shut off and shut down just because we feel overwhelmed.  Our life is in Gods hands, and only he can appoint the number of our days for residing on this earth.  
(Psalms 90:12.)

So what was the name of that Church? And why did it have a powerful effect on me?

First I have to tell you the background to this.
When I went to live in Tennessee I wanted a spiritual place to call home. I visited two great churches, yet didn't feel complete until I found CROSSROADS CHURCH. On that morning, before  my first visit, I opened my Bible at randon and read, 
"Trust in the Lord with with all thine heart, and lean not on your own understanding. But in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will direct thy paths." Proverbs 3:5-6.  

  ( I was sent this from my Crossroads family to remember them by..)

  As I entered the church that day, the first words I heard Pastor Jerry Poore say, were the ones above.. I believed this to be a sign and my heart rejoiced. I was where God wanted me to be.

After my husband Ray returned to Australia with me for the first time, he decided it was where we would retire. And three years later we did. For the first few months we became gypsies, wandering in a caravan all over this Island, Country and Continent. 

Finally we settled down in a country town amidst pinapple, mango and advocado plantations and began to seek a church to belong. There was nothing wrong with our first two choices, but I felt unsettled in my heart. Finally I prayed about my concern to God and told him I would leave it in my husband, Rays hands. 

We went nowhere for a few weeks and then Ray said, how about we try this other church known as the Wesleyan Methodist Church.  It wasn't a fancy building, in fact it was a huge shed, as many of the newer built churches in Australia now are. On our very first day there, many people approached after the service and welcomed us. One particular lady, (Pauline) who I have come to love dearly as my sister-in-Christ, invited me straight away to her Home Group. 

 (Presentation for Graduating from Bible College, at The Weslyan last year.)

So what has all this to do with the name of the church in the movie, "Heaven is for Real!"
Well, ...  I felt the love of the Lord in his guidance both times in my finding a spiritual home. 
And the name of the Burpo's Church was...
 Crossroads Weslyan Church.
The both names associated with the two churches I have been called to belong. 
Coincidence? I think not... Gods guiding hand? I believe so.. 
"The mind of man plans his way, But the LORD directs his steps."  Proverbs 16:9

Saturday, April 26, 2014

ANZAC DAY 25th April. Every Year.

As the sun rises the dawn services begin and Australians bowed their heads in silence.
It's a sad day as we remember those who died fighting for our country.

ALL present recite the following.... 
At The Going Down of the Sun
And in the Morning
We will Remember Them

ANZAC, stands for Australian and New Zealand ... but of course... it is in memory of all soldiers world wide who have died to help us, the living, enjoy a freedom we may not otherwise have.

I always become emotional on that day...
I cry for my father who served in the Middle East and on the Kokoda Trail P.N.G.
He never spoke of the war and his suffering, but like many, it changed him.
In and out of Mental Hospitals with the condition we now call Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, he couldn't cope with every day life.
I lost touch with him for many years, and finally found him again when I was eighteen...
He died in 1982 from lung cancer, among other physial complaints. So he is now free.
My grandfather also served in the Great War of  1914-1919, also known as World War 1.
Of strong Christian convictions, I am unsure if he suffered the same as my father. 

Wars continue and more of our men and women die or are left with internal scares forever.

So in honour of them.... we keep a day aside every year in respect of them.
It is a somber time, and everything shuts down across the land.

At the dawn services...thousands attend.

Hymns were sung.... and prayers said.

The Royals, the Duke (Prince William) and Duchess attended this year. 


John 15:13.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

The Forgotten ANZAC on The Wall 

                             I wandered thru a country town, 'cos I had some time to spare,
                              Went into an antique shop to see what was in there.
                               Old Bikes and pumps and kero lamps, but hidden by it all,
                                       A photo of a soldier boy, an Anzac on the Wall.

'The Anzac have a name?' I asked. The old man answered 'No.'
The ones who could have told me mate, have passed on long ago.
The old man kept on talking, and according to his tale,
The photo was unwanted junk bought from a clearance sale.

'I asked around', the old man said, 'but no-one knows his face,
He's been on that wall twenty years, deserves a better place.
Some-one must have loved him, so it seems a shame somehow.'
I nodded in agreement, then said, 'I'll take him now.' 

My nameless digger's photo, well it was a sorry sight
Cracked glass pane and broken frame, I had to make it right
To prise the photo from its frame I took care just in case,
Cause only sticky paper held the cardboard back in place. 

I peeled away the faded screed and much to my surprise,
Two letters and a telegram appeared before my eyes
The first reveals my Anzac's name, and regiment of course
John Mathew Francis Stuart of Australia's own Light Horse.

This letter written from the front, my interest now was keen;
This note was dated August seventh 1917
'Dear Mum, I'm at Khalasa Springs not far from the Red Sea
They say it's in the Bible, looks like a Billabong to me. 

'My Kathy wrote I'm in her prayers, she's still my bride to be
I  can't wait to see you both, you're all the world to me.
Mum, you'll soon meet Bluey, last month they shipped him out,
I told him to call on you when he's up and about.' 

'That bluey is a larrikin, and we all thought it funny
He lobbed a Turkish hand grenade into the CO's dunny.
I told you how he dragged me wounded, in from no man's land
He stopped the bleeding, closed the wound, with only his bare hand.'

'Then he copped it at the front from some stray shrapnel blast;
It was my turn to drag him in and I thought he wouldn't last.
He woke up in hospital, and nearly lost his mind
Cause out there on the battlefield, he'd left one leg behind.' 

'He's been in a bad way Mum, he knows he'll ride no more.
Like me he loves a horse's back, he was a champ before.
So Please Mum can you take him in, he's been like my own brother,
Raised in a Queensland orphanage he's never known a mother.' 

But Struth, I miss Australia Mum, and in my mind each day
I am a mountain cattleman on high plains far away.
I'm mustering white-faced cattle, with no camel's hump in sight
And I waltz my Matilda by a campfire every night

I wonder who rides Billy, I heard the pub burnt down,
I'll always love you and please say hooroo to all in town.'
The second letter I could see, was in a lady's hand
An answer to her soldier son, there in a foreign land. 

Her copperplate was perfect, the pages neat and clean.
It bore the date, November 3rd 1917.
'T'was hard enough to lose your Dad, without you at the war
I'd hoped you would be home by now; each day I miss you more'

'Your Kathy calls around a lot since you have been away
To share with me her hopes and dreams about your wedding day.
And Bluey has arrived, what a godsend he has been.
We talked and laughed for days, about the things you've done and seen'

'He really is a comfort, and works hard around the farm,
I read the same hope in his eyes you won't come to harm.
McConnell's kids rode Billy, but suddenly that changed.
We had a violent lightning storm, and it was really strange.' 

'Last Wednesday, just on midnight, not a single cloud in sight,
It raged for several minutes, it gave us all a fright.
It really spooked your Billy, he screamed and bucked and reared
Then he rushed the sliprail fence, which by a foot he cleared' 

'They brought him back next afternoon, but something's changed I fear.
It's like the day you brought him home, for no one can get near.
Remember when you caught him with his black and flowing mane?
Now Horse breakers fear the beast only you can tame,'

'That's why we need you home son.'  Then the flow of ink went dry.
This letter was unfinished, and I couldn't work out why.
Until I started reading, the letter number three,
A yellow telegram delivered news of tragedy,

Her son killed in action: oh what pain that must have been
The same date as her letter, 3rd November 1917.
This letter which was never sent, became then one of three
She sealed behind the photo's face, the face she longed to see. 

John's home town's old timers, children when he went to war
Would say no greater cattleman had left the town before.
They knew his widowed mother well, and with respect did tell
How when she lost her only boy, she lost her mind as well. 

She could not face the awful truth, to strangers she would speak:
'My Johnny's at the war you know, he's coming home next week.'
They all remembered Bluey he stayed on to the end.
A younger man with wooden leg became her closest friend.

He would go to find her when she wandered old and weak,
And always softly say, 'yes dear, John will be home next week.'
When she died, Bluey moved on, to Queensland some did say.
I tried to find out where he went, but don't know to this day.

And Kathy never wed, a lonely spinster some found odd.
She wouldn't set foot in a church. She'd turned her back on God.
John's mother left no Will I learned, on my detective trail.
This explains my photo's journey, of that clearance sale.

So I continued digging, cause I wanted to know more.
I found John's name with thousands, in the records of the war.
His last ride proved his courage, a ride you will acclaim
The Light Horse Charge at Beersheba of everlasting fame.

That last day in October, back in 1917
At 4pm our brave boys fell , that sad fact I did glean.
That's when John's life was sacrificed, the record's crystal clear
But 4pm in Beersheba, is midnight over here. 

So as John's gallant spirit rose to cross the great divide,
Were lightning bolts back home, a signal from the other side?
Is that why Billy bolted and went racing as in pain?
Because he'd never feel his master on his back again? 

Was it coincidental? same time, same day, same date?
Some proof of numerology, or just a quirk of fate?
I think it's more than that you know, as I've heard wiser men,
Acknowledge there are many things go beyond our ken

Where craggy peaks guard secrets 'neath dark skies torn asunder,
Where hoof-beats are companions to the rolling waves of thunder
Where lightning cracks like 303's and ricochets again,
Where howling moaning gusts of wind sound like dying men. 

Some Mountain cattlemen have sworn on lonely alpine track,
They've glimpsed a huge black stallion, Light Horseman on his back.
Yes Sceptics say, it's swirling clouds just forming apparitions
Oh no, my friend, you can't dismiss all this as superstition. 

The desert of Beersheba , or windswept Aussie range,
John Stuart rides on forever there. Now I don't find it strange.
Some gaze upon this photo, and they often question me
I tell them a small white lie, and say he's family.

'You must be proud of him.' they say. I tell them, one and all,
That's why he takes the pride of place, my Anzac on the Wall.

By Jim Brown