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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Joy In Struggle

Dalyn Woodard continues the series on joy. In the second half of Philippians 3, Paul encourages us to press in toward Jesus and allow Him to do the  work of sanctification in our lives.. The message,  "Joy In Struggle" is about 41 minutes long and was recorded at Nacogdoches Christian Fellowship on Wednesday, May 17, 2017. It's our prayer that you are blessed and ministered to as you listen. If you missed any previous messages in this serious, Part 1, "Pursuit Of Happiness," can be found here, Part 2, "Joy From Loneliness," can be found here. Part 3, "Suffer Well," can be found here, Part 4. "Happy Joy," can be found here. Part 5, " Joy In Facing Death," can be found here. Part 6, "The Root Of Joy," can be found here. Part 7, "Joy In Obedience," can be found here, and Part 8, "Religion Is Rubbish," can be found here. May God bless and keep you.




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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Unshackled Moments ~ May 17, 2017 ~ Celebrating Seven Years Of Freedom

Years: 7
Days: 2,572
Hours: 61,749
Minutes: 3,704,967
Seconds: 222,298,105

That, according to a handy dandy little table on a recovery site, is my length of sobriety as of when I began writing this, counting from midnight on May 17, 2010, seven years. But while it's really cool, at least to me, it's not entirely accurate. It is true that May 17, 2010 is the first day, as in 24-hour period, where I did not ingest any drink or drug after my relapse. But I quit pouring junk into my body on the 16th, and I can't remember or swear to being completely sober and clear headed by midnight. Some of that crap wasn't totally out of my system for a wile, days even. It's not about that date, it's not about the number of years.

See, the important thing to realize, know and remember is that I didn't do this. I haven't been able to keep myself clean and sober for seven years. To the best of my calculation, two weeks is about is much as I could ever manage on my own. I did make it 30 days white-knuckling it, on my own. I celebrated by getting both drunk and high. I surrendered after that. God gave me relief and recovery, 15 months of it. I took it back and threw it away, because I got angry at God and put up a wall between us, which of course meant I had to do this sobriety thing on my own power. It didn't take long before I was back out there doing what I've done so many times before, racing down the road to the grave at 200 MPH, That's what I do. I destroy my life. I drink. I drug. I do other stupid and destructive things that wreck relationships, lives, hopes, dreams, etc.

To me and those who knew me before the end of 2008, to those who witnessed my speedy spiral of destruction when I relapsed in 2010, my being clean and sober for seven years is a miracle of parting the Red Sea proportions. And that's just it. I can't part the sea. I can't part the water in a puddle. It's beyond me. And I can't and didn't get myself or keep myself free of drink and drug either. But you know what? I don't think parting the Red Sea and making the sea bed dry was any big deal for God. He is the one who spoke creation into existence and caused the planets and stars to maintain their critical orbits for all the thousands of years since that moment. I don't think controlling me for seven years has been a taxing task. So that date is not monumental in that sense. It won't be any harder for God to keep me clean and sober for the next 40 years than it was that first day.

In fact. it might be, should be, easier for Him. The difference between my recovery and the moon's orbit around the earth is that the moon never tries to run its own course or impose its own will on the God that controls its path. The date that is critical and monumental for me is not May 17, 2010. It's May 17, 2017, at least today it is. Tomorrow the important day will be May 18, 2017. You get the idea. Today is the day of salvation. Today is the day to choose to take up our cross and follow Jesus, to surrender our heart, lives and will to the care of Daddy. Today is the day to get out of His way, so He can change us,  transform us into His image and likeness, lead us in the paths of righteousness and give us a life worth living. But it's also important to remember that He leads us and guides us in what is good and right and loving for His names sake. He gives us freedom and victory so that our life can bear witness to those we would serve and help, bear witness of His power, His love and His way of life.

It's all about Him, who He is, His love for all of us, and what He has done and continues to do. Seven years of continuous sobriety in the life of Dalyn Woodard is not a testament of what I have done or can do. It is however a powerful example of what God can do, because if He can set me free after a quarter of a century of bondage to drink and drug, He can do the same for you, for anyone. And maybe your issue isn't drink or drug. Maybe it's something else. Whatever it is that gets in between you and Daddy, that you can't cut out of your life yourself, that you can't even want to eliminate half the time because a part of you always seems to default to running to that place, that thought, that behavior, that activity, that whatever instead of Him for comfort, safety or joy, God can not only set you free from that and replace it with something better. But it's His miracle. It's His power. It's His glory. It's not about me. It's not about you. It's all about Him.

I am grateful for my recovery. I am full of joy at the reminder of what God continues to do. I am not unique. You can have it too. Surrender and let Him lead you to love and freedom, and you can join me in celebrating the joy and love and freedom found in relationship with Daddy today. Every day in relationship with our Creator is a miracle of epic proportions and worth celebrating and rejoicing over, whether it's one day, seven years or much, much more.


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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Unshackled Moments ~ May 16, 2017 ~ Learning To Listen

I should've gotten up. I woke up around 6 AM this morning, feeling fairly decent and mostly rested, and I should've gotten up. Something told me to get up, try to be quiet and get a jump start on the day, especially since I have not begun to prepare for tomorrow night's sermon. I ignored that little voice. I didn't get up. I went back to sleep.

I woke up around 7 AM, because my dreams were becoming a little strange. I should've gotten up. At that point, I actually felt less rested than I had an hour or so before, and I had even less time to do all that needs to get done today. I went back to sleep. Sometime about an hour later I fought my way to consciousness from the depths of a nightmare I had been unable to wake from for what seemed like forever. I woke and lay there for close to a half hour because I couldn't make myself get up. I feel exhausted and my brain is still foggy. The lethargy I'm struggling with is like swimming in cold syrup. I knew I should've gotten up.

I can't tell you if that little voice I ignored was the still small voice of the Spirit or just my subconscious being self aware enough to know that things were going to get rough. I won't pretend to be able to figure it out. Maybe it was just the voice of wisdom, which has been ignored far more often than not in my 46 years, trying to tell me that if I wake feeling alert and fairly rested a couple of hours early on a busy day, I should be grateful for the rest and the early start, do the responsible thing and get up and get started. I still don't know. It could be a combination of all three or even none of the above. What I do know is that either the Spirit whispered in my ear or I had an intuitive thought or the Spirit gave me an intuitive thought that I ignored and bad things happened.

There are so many instances like that in my past. Times where I heard that voice distinctly saying this is not a good idea, or this is stupid, or this is going to hurt, or you should do such and such because you know it's the right thing to do, or....... So often I ignored that voice, and more times than not, by far, that little voice was right. You'd think I'd learn. But that's why I am grateful that it's progress rather than perfection. The times that I fail to heed those warnings are not the same caliber or nearly as bad as they once were. They don't cause the damage and destruction that they once did, to myself or others. I had some bad dreams. I am starting to slip from the fog as I focus on the Son, move around and consume large quantities of the Magic Elixir of Waketitude. It took a while to get going, but I'm going, and while the first hour of being up sucked, in another hour, the effects of the terrors of the past may be completely gone and I will have simply gotten a slightly late start to the day.

There was a time when ignoring that voice caused great pain in my life and the life of others, where I made choices that caused ripples in the pond of my life that are still causing disturbance and making the waters rough today, that led to hospital visits and handcuffs. But there have been times when that voice wasn't ignored that made all the difference. Seven years ago this evening, despite being intoxicated, I had a moment of clarity. That's recovery speak for I heard that little voice. It said I was going to die, and soon, if I didn't get clean and sober again and stay that way. It said that God loved me and would help me. And somehow, as quiet as the voice was, it still drowned out the voice of doubt and fear and despair that said it was hopeless. I listened. I responded to the voice rather than ignoring it and followed the intuitive thought and the voice of the Spirit (in this case, I feel fairly certain of the combo) to the place of refuge and wisdom. I stopped drinking. I let the buzz begin to fade. I braced myself for the new start, hindered by hangover, that I would face the next day. I started over, retracing and reworking the steps that had brought 15 months of recovery before my relapse.

I am learning to listen to that voice. I do so more times that not these days, and it's rare that I am not grateful for doing so. I can't think of any disasters that occurred because I listened to and followed what the voice said. The voice of responsibility, of wisdom, of experience, of intuition, and the voice of the Spirit are all ways that God guides us from destruction to a path of safety, service and peace. One of the greatest rewards of recovery is learning to listen to that chorus and to have the times when we fail to do so be on the little things instead of the big ones. Listen, trust and obey, and life is better.


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Sunday, May 14, 2017

Honoring And Forgiving Mothers

Ted Maness on love, forgiveness and mercy. A mother's love is as close to perfect love that we can have and see, outside of Jesus. But moms are not perfect, just as we are not perfect. Sometimes they fall short, as Darlene Woodard shares. The message, Honoring And Forgiving Mothers, is about 34 minutes long and was recorded at Nacogdoches Christian Fellowship on Sunday, May 14, 2017. It's our prayer that you are blessed and ministered to as you listen. May God bless and keep you.





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Saturday, May 13, 2017

Unshackled Echo ~ May 13, 2017 ~ Stuck

Today's Unshackled Echo was previously published on
June 28, 2013 as Stuck


I remember a time when my father and I got stuck. I don't remember the exact situation, but I think we were leaving the area after rabbit hunting. Driving across a low spot in the farmer's field we were in, the truck became stuck. My father tried rocking back and forth in forward then reverse and all the other tricks I'd seen him use to get a vehicle out of the mud. They'd never failed before, but that night they did. We were stuck.

Then my father shocked me. He walked to a nearby barn and borrowed a shovel. He shoveled sand into the bed of the truck. I kept thinking, Now we'll never get out of here. He's making it sink down more! It was one of the few times in my life I doubted my father's wisdom and sanity. Much to my surprise, after he finished putting sand in the bed of the truck, he drove right out of the hole, across the rest of the field and to the safety of the road. We were moving again! The added weight caused the tires to press into the earth and have enough traction to move forward instead of spinning on the surface.

It's easy when the weight of life is on us to want to moan and ask God why He's letting that happen. Perhaps God, seeing what we can not, know, that the ground we're moving across or will be moving across soon is slick and wet and easy to become stuck in. Perhaps He's adding weight so we can maintain traction of focus on Him. Or maybe we've driven our lives into an area we shouldn't have and the results of our own will and actions have caused the added weight. Either way, the answer is the same. Instead of cursing the weight and being discouraged, let us be thankful that we aren't needlessly spinning our wheels and that we can we can let the burden focus our attention on Jesus and give us the traction to seek the safety of His solid rock. There, in the way of His will, we can give Him the weight that we're too tired to carry.


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Friday, May 12, 2017

Unshackled Moments ~ May 12 ~ Son, That Is Not Acceptable

It's Friday! The weekend is upon us! And, for most people, this is either a special weekend or a time of misery and sadness. For those for whom the latter is true because you didn't have a mother (or maybe it's would've been better for you if you hadn't), or because your mother is gone, or perhaps you're a woman who has lost a child, or has struggled with infertility, I am sorry for your pain and for my part in adding to it. I understand how hard it is to feel like the whole world is celebrating your greatest heartache and being unable to escape it because it's on everything you see and in every conversation you hear, as the theme for entertainment and flooding social media. If that's you, I'm praying for you today and al this weekend, and I am encouraging others to take a moment from their joy and celebration and remembrance to think of and pray for you and those who share your pain.

And yes, Mother's Day is not yet here, nor is that a topic I've ever seen in a recovery group. Today, we're going to talk about mothers. No, I haven't heard it done that way, but in response to a hundred different topics I have heard stories with mothers at the center, both in gratitude and thankfulness for faithful love and support and in pouring out horrific pain and fear. And I have seen many women in recovery speak of overcoming the regret of failing to be the mother they should be, of using motherhood as a source of inspiration and strength to do the work to get and stay clean, and of gratitude that now they can be good mothers to the children they love. You can not hang out with recovered drunks and druggies long without motherhood, positive and negative, coming up. And while this is a couple of day's early, this is my last new writing before Sunday.

I am grateful that I do not fall into that latter category from the first paragraph. I have an amazing mother, and she is still with me. I have been richly and truly blessed. And she, unfortunately for her, is an example of how you can do it right, raise a child with love and discipline and the truth of God as the foundation for everything you're building, and yet still have that child become the prodigal. My mother didn't drive me to drink or drug, she didn't look the other way as I ran wild in the streets (It took a lot of work and energy to sneak around behind the ever watchful eyes of my mom and to escape her nose that seriously seemed to be able to smell smoke and alcohol from a mile away). It wasn't my father's fault or actions either, but today we're not looking at dads.

It also most certainly was not due to a lack of instruction. Oh how my poor mother tried. I can't help but wonder at times how hard it must have been to feel she couldn't get through, to see that nothing was changing or that things were getting worse rather than better. How much love it took to inspire that faithful prayer she covered me with year after year without any evidence that I would live long enough to have it answered, that I would ever quit running from God. I didn't finally get clean and sober, didn't fully resurrender my will and life over to the care and love of God until I was nearly 40 after all. And she knew I new right from wrong.

My momma didn't raise any stupid children, despite the evidence of the stupid choices I have made in the past. And she told us, told me. That is not acceptable. I cant begin to guess how many times I have heard those words from my mother's lips. And the times when it was a tad more serious came that is not acceptable, young man. Young man, two words spoken in such a way that even at 46 I completely understand that I am not too old or big to be disciplined by Mom. I am still her child and always will be. But boy, when I had really blown it came the heavier Son, that is not acceptable. Son was different than young man. With it came a heaviness and disappointment, and, often, exhaustion.

Son, and everything in that word said can't you see how much I love you. Can't you see how much I don't want this pain and misery for you. Can't you see that I want better for you. Can't you see how I'm trying to keep you from falling into the ditch or the grave? I care. Please listen. Please respond and let me help you and guide you. I hurt when you hurt and this is killing me. You know better. You know this isn't the way. This isn't right. Son, I love you totally and completely, but what you are doing and the road you're on, that is not acceptable.

And she never accepted it. Never. And she never gave up. She kept fighting on her knees for the life of her first born. Seven years ago, a week and a day after Mother's Day 2010, it stuck, the not drinking and drugging. But the journey on the road to recovery, this prodigal's return trip home, began well before seven years ago. It started even before the 15 months I managed to do before the last relapse. It started before the seeking and searching for an answer in prison. Even before the turn of the century and the conviction. The seed for the return was planted even before all the times she tried to steer me away from the wrong road and reminded me of what was and was not acceptable. It actually began before I ever stepped foot on the road to hell on earth. My mother's instruction began at my birth, but her prayers for me began even before that, and they never stopped, never gave up, never accepted defeat, never believed for a moment that the idea of freedom for me and a life worth living were hopeless and foolish dreams. Despite the decades of brokenness she looked at me with a determination in her eyes that said I will see you free and understanding that you are loved if it kills me.

Today I only hear her tell me something isn't acceptable a few times a year, usually when I am being a smartie pants, speaking fluent sarcasm or getting a bit crass. It happens. Progress rather than perfection. Her dreams for me moved the mountain of hopelessness and despair from my heart. That's what her faith and endurance helped do. I am so grateful for her faithful prayer, her constant love and yes, every single time she spoke those words, Son, that is not acceptable.


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Thursday, May 11, 2017

Unsahckled Moments ~ May 11, 2017 ~ My Response Is My Responsibility

My response is my responsibility. That doesn't always mean that I control my response. Sometimes I can't. Most times actually, because if I am running on my own will, strength and power, my default, my first instinct, my natural reaction is usually not the way God would respond to the same situation.

Sometimes, a lot of times, things don't go our way. People say and do things that interfere with the way we would prefer the situation to be or go. Sometimes we are inconvenienced. Sometimes we are bothered and or offended. Sometimes we are insulted or outright attacked by others. Sometimes when we try to serve and help others or simply to love and do what we believe God wants us to do, we step on the toes others and they retaliate.  We can't control how others act or respond to us, and to try will drive us crazy. It is not our calling or responsibility to control how others act or react toward us. But how we interact with and respond to them is our responsibility.

Still, I can't control all of my reactions any more than I can control my self will. They are inseparable. Sometimes the best way that I can fulfill my responsibility is to get out of the way, to pause and surrender before acting. Surrender to the Spirit within so that I can respond with love, kindness, understanding, compassion, mercy, patience and other attributes of Daddy that are not always in my nature. When someone is angry or upset with me, it is in my nature to become defensive and or angry back. But that is not how God responds to me when I am upset. This is especially true when I am trying to be loving and helpful.

Have you ever tried to help someone and they got upset with you? If you're anything like me, the natural response it to get upset and attack. It seems foolish to say that the reflex is to strike out at someone who we were trying to help seconds earlier, but that's often the way it is. You jerk! Can't you see that I'm trying to help you? Fine suffer then! I won't help. Do it on your own. Fall off that cliff that I can clearly see in your path! Don't come crying to me when it all goes wrong!

When I was a boy, we had a dog named Trixie. She was a gentle and sweet cockapoo, and she only bit someone, my father, once. Trixie got shot with a BB gun. The BB embedded in her inner thigh and caused her a lot of pain. My father went to help her. Removing the BB caused her pain, despite the fact that it had to be done and was the only thing to do to remedy her situation. She whirled around and bit my father's hand. He didn't react in anger. He stayed calm, held her head down and as gently as possible finished removing the BB. Afterward, Trixie returned to her normal and gentle self. It blew my mind. I would have beat her for biting me and told my father so. He told me she couldn't help it. She acted on instinct because of her pain and it wasn't really about wanting to hurt him but rather stopping her hurt. She couldn't understand he was helping.

Sometimes people who are hurting bite us, even when we are trying to help them. It takes the grace of God and the power of the Spirit to respond to them with kindness and patience. But to allow the love of God to control our reactions is what we are called to do, to respond as Jesus would. We can't keep people from trying to bite because of their brokenness and pain, but if we are going to be a part of their healing and a part of the solution to their need, if we are going to be a demonstration of God's love in their lives, we must respond to them as God would.

At the same time, we must remember that we can't make everyone happy or please all the people all of the time. Not even Jesus was able to do that. In order to reach those who were outcast and most in need, He ticked off a segment of the religious and self-righteous and those who were unable to see their own need.

I remember a time when a woman had her car break down in a busy intersection in town. People were driving around her, going about their business as best they could. The horns and angry glares of passerbys showed that some were more upset than others at being slowed down by the obstacle her vehicle made. I and another man tried to help push her car from the intersection to a parking lot out of the way, but we couldn't. Every time we got the car moving we had to stop because cars were still trying to drive around us. Finally, I got in my truck, pulled into the intersection and blocked the path so no one could go around us. Now traffic was completely stopped and people were upset. But we were then able to push the car out of the way. I moved my truck and traffic began to flow normally. Some were inconvenienced. Some were upset. But the woman most in need was helped, and in the long run even more people were served because traffic returned to normal and the traffic that came by even a few minutes later wasn't impeded. A few people were inconvenienced in order to provide the best service to all concerned.

Those who were bothered were not within my control. I couldn't make them more patient or understanding. I couldn't make them less hindered and still help. By doing what was right, someone was going to be slowed down and delayed. I still needed to do the right thing or the mess would have stayed a mess. Those who were upset though could have helped themselves. They could have gotten out of self long enough to realize it was better for the woman to get help than it was to make sure they weren't inconvenienced. They could have gotten out of their vehicles and helped us push the car out of the way, making the situation be resolved more quickly. Or they could've been upset and angry that what they wanted, to be able to just move on without having their day interfered with, wasn't happening. How they responded was their responsibility.

Today let us respond to those we encounter with love, kindness and patience, even when they are striking out and acting rabid. When we can't control our reactions to respond as Christ would, let us be quick to surrender control and our will to God so that the Spirit can empower us to respond in love. And let us not stop ourselves from doing what is right because we see or fear negative responses from others. Controlling their reactions is not our responsibility but theirs. We can not make ourselves patient and unselfish. We surely can't make someone else see that they are being selfish or make them understand that, as Spock said, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one. Do what's right. Respond with loving kindness to everyone, and pray for those who bite the helping hand.


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Unshackled Life Ministries is grateful for every person that reads the daily Unshackled Moments, the weekly Unshackled Echo and or listens to the Audio Messages. I want to thank those who have clicked "like" on something that blessed or ministered to them on social media, commented on the blog or replied to an email subscription. It is encouraging to know that God is using this ministry to help and bless others. Please remember that if God used something from this ministry to help, encourage or bless you, it could also bless someone else. Would you help get the devotions and sermons to more people by sharing this? Hitting the share button or forwarding this to a friend will help us reach more people with the good news of freedom and the encouragement to live an Unshackled Life. Thank you and God bless.