Pain to Glory

Pain to Glory


I believe we can all identify with pain.  We have all experienced the heartache of sickness and death.  Sad but true, life can throw us some hard punches.  I wish we could all enjoy the glory of the mountaintop every day of our lives.  However, we are not living in a fairytale.  From time to time, we will face some dark valleys.

My dear friends, I would like to share with you my darkest valley experience and how I made it to the mountaintop of glory.

A little over twenty years ago I fell into a deep valley of depression.  This valley was so dark and lonely.  I spent months trying to find my way out of this dark place, only to find myself suffering with pain beyond my comprehension.  You see, my pain was buried so deep that I was able to walk through life robotically with a smile.  I went to work at a Financial Institution five to six days a week and maintained healthy friendships.  Nonetheless, I went home every night to face the same dark pain that awaited me.

I would like to give a brief synopsis on how I found myself in this valley.  I’m the oldest of five siblings, and I played a major role in helping each one find their way in life.  I learned at a young age how to suppress my emotions and continue to pour my heart into the needs of others.  By nature, I’m a leader and a fixer.  I have never been a follower, and I always looked for ways to help others fix their problems.  Needless to say, by suppressing my feelings, I was setting myself up for the dark pain of depression.

I thought my life was going rather smoothly, until my husband informed me that he was in love with another woman.  Upon first hearing this devastating news, I felt like I was in a bad dream.  I continued to tell myself to wake up, but I soon came to realize I was not dreaming.  My dear friends, I never in my life felt such pain.  I literally felt my world crumble at my feet.  I was engulfed by a dark cloud of despair.  No matter how hard I tried, I could not seem to find my way back to light.  I was no longer in control, but my life was spinning faster than I could keep up.  After many months of walking around lifeless, I came to realize that I needed help.  I could not fix my life, nor help others with theirs.  It was at that moment that God directed my footsteps to freedom.

I found myself in complete peace as soon as I stepped into the large church.  The music brought a feeling of tranquility.  I breathed in and out slowly.  With each breath I took, I felt a calmness wash over me.  I sat in the back of the Sanctuary simply soaking in the sereneness and sacredness of the moment.  I never wanted this feeling of freedom to end.  I looked up to the platform and noticed the most beautiful cross I had ever seen displayed on the wall.  And then suddenly, I saw the light in my valley.  I felt my spirit excel to the mountaintop of glory.  Oh, what a wondrous day!  I finally found what I had been looking for all of my life.  I found joy, peace, and love on my mountaintop called glory.  My sweet Jesus came into my heart and removed all of the darkness.

Silent Cry

Okay ladies, I think at least once, or possible many times in our life, we have buried a silent cry deep within our hearts.  I can speak with much empathy on this topic.  Why?  Because I mastered the ability to cover my silent cry.  I simply walked through life with a pretty smile.  However, on the inside I was crying out in agony.

Needless to say, when God called me into the ministry, my silent cry was so bad that it was difficult for me to walk in a phony façade.  I was attending a lovely church in Anchorage, Alaska, and was beginning to feel my wall of defense come down.  Little did I know, I became transparent with my circle of friends.  I found it to be rather anomalous when my friends started asking me if something was wrong.  Of course, I continued to walk in my make-believe world, pretending my life was picture-perfect.  Nonetheless, I was only fooling myself.

After a short time of attending my church, I made the decision to become more actively involved.  So, I did volunteer work in the nursery and started attending Sunday evening Pastoral classes.  Well, God used those precious babies to show me just how much baggage I had buried in my heart, which would explain my silent cry.  Me being the fixer that I was, I got a little frazzled when I wasn’t able to comfort the little bundles of joy.  It seemed everything I tried only made them scream a little louder.  Needless to say, by the time their dear parents returned for their little blessings, I was ready to find a place of solitude.

It was while I attended the Pastoral classes that I discovered my calling.  One Sunday evening the Pastor asked each one of us to take a spiritual gift test.  I almost scored perfect in the gift of Pastoral.  I can remember thinking surely there must be some sort of mistake.  I went through the test more times than I care to admit, and each time all evidence pointed to Pastoral.  I genuinely didn’t know if I wanted to laugh or cry.  If memory serves me correctly, I believe I did both.

Now, I would like to fast forward to a few years later.  By now, I went through deep inner and spiritual healing.  I can recall one late summer day, the Lord spoke into my spirit that many of His women had a silent cry.  Instantly, I felt the silent cry that many women conceal, and my mind reverted back to my cry.  Ladies, I would like to encourage you that while traveling through your dark valley, the sun will shine again.  Please remember, the darkest hour is always before the dawn.  If you’re struggling with a silent cry, please know you’re not alone.  Someone is cheering for you.  Me!  You’re an overcomer!  It’s time that we women pull together and be transparent.  Until next time, stay sweet.

When the Almighty Called Me!


Who, Me God?

Melinda J. Abersold


Have you ever wondered what it is like to be a woman pastor?  Don’t feel bad if you haven’t because I never really gave it much thought, until God called me into the ministry.  When God called me, my immediate thought was, I can’t be a pastor . . . I’m a woman!  So, needless to say, I ran from the call.  However, God used male pastors to confirm that I was indeed called into the pastoral vocation.

So, I set out on my quest to confront my pastor; however, God instructed me to wait.  So, I waited, and I waited, until finally, God spoke to me to attend another church so I could sit under a more seasoned pastor.  I was so excited to finally start getting this show on the road!  Well, needless to say, the pastor God placed me under did not encourage women to operate in a pastoral office.  During that time, God taught me the ancient lesson on obedience.

There are several women in the Bible that God called for a divine purpose, such as Deborah.  There is no disputing that Deborah was used mightily by God as a great leader.  She was handpicked by God to be a Judge over the nation of Israel, and she was used as a prophetess.

Some would try to say that God only used women in the Old Testament for a special purpose in leadership.  However, there are many women that God used in the New Testament.  Philip had four daughters that prophesied.  (Acts 21:9)

It is clear, throughout the ages of time, God used women in leadership.  However, it is also clear that in this modern day world, in which we live, women have been discriminated against in the ministry.  I can only speak from personal experience that this is a heartbreaking fact. I can also say with confidence that God has equipped me with His strength and grace to fulfill my calling.

I have been pastoring for eleven years, and I have found it to be both challenging and fulfilling.  Have there been times that I wanted to throw in the towel and run?  Yes, you better believe it!  However, my God has richly rewarded me for my obedience.

I believe wholeheartedly that we women pastors should always conduct ourselves as a lady.  In fact, God will not bless a woman who tries to operate like a man.  May I say that God was not at all muddled when He fashioned us as women, nor was He confused when He called us into the ministry.  Always be the beautiful godly woman that God has called you to be.

I leave you with this thought.  Never try to force your ministry into fruition.  Throughout the years, God has been faithful.  Over the next year, I plan to share with you, the reader, my personal experiences.

My new website

Hey friends,

I’m so excited about my new website.  I plan to utilize my new website primarily for my novels and IT WORKS.  My posts will also include my monthly article  with Sibyl Magazine.  I will be notifying some of you privately.  Please check it out and don’t forget to follow me.

Thanks so much,


Here’s the new website:

FYI:  This website will be used primarily for our church, Shiloh House of Peace.

My Beautiful Friend, Chrissy

Hi Mindy…..
Poetry thoughts after listening to your sermon (may have a little tune to go with it)

Lift up your voice and rejoice By Chrissy Sanderson October 2015

God is just a miracle away
All we need to do is pray
Lift up our voice
Lift up our voice
Make the right choice……And praise His name

Help us Lord……To find a way out
Take away……All the fear and doubt

We can do all things in Christ
His power and glory will suffice
We’ll rejoice at our salvation
No more guilt or condemnation

Breathe in me…….Your holy spirit
More of you Lord as there are no limits
The hope of glory…….shining on the inside
The love of God no man can hide

As we get on our knees
And pour out our agonies
Waiting on God in his secret place
To give us courage so that we can face
……All things in Christ as He strengthens us

By Chrissy Sanderson
Be blessed J

Without good health, what good is wealth?

Happy autumn! For more reasons than one, I absolutely love this time of the year. October 7th, my husband and I celebrate our fifteenth wedding anniversary, and Madison’s birthday is the same day. The world begins to change to many beautiful colors. There’s orange, yellow, purple, maroon, reddish purple, burgundy, dark red, and different shades of brown. The hot summer days begin to cool to comfortable temperatures. We no longer need our air conditioners, and that means more money in the wallet/purse. Before we know it, we’ll be cumbered about trying to get ready for the holidays. And, with the holidays comes extra spending and extra pounds. Guess what! I can help you with that.

Most of you already know that I have become an IT WORKS GLOBAL Distributor. This amazing company has a lot of products that can help shed off those extra pounds. I have been doing the wraps and have lost ten pounds. No, I haven’t been taking pictures of myself as I should have, but that’s okay. I can speak with credibility because, as long as you do your part, the wraps really do work. Soon, I plan to start the greens. They are awesome! This product is full of all kinds of good stuff; such as, your daily amount of fruit and veggies, magnesium, potassium, and probiotics to support healthy digestion.

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Now, this one goes out to the preachers. I have heard all types of preaching, but I have also noticed a lot of health/weight issues. I believe God would want us to take care of our bodies, and He has given us the intellectual ability to learn how to better our health. However, many of us simply refuse to change our sinful eating habits. I have heard many people blame health issues for their weight problem. Well, this company offers many products that will help our bodies maintain a healthy balance.

Last winter, God gave me a dream. He spoke to me so clearly that I needed to start taking better care of myself. I took this dream seriously. I’m walking daily, cutting way back on sugar, and eating healthier. In May, God introduced me to IT WORKS, and I believe wholeheartedly it was God that caused me to learn about these products.
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I leave you with this thought: Without good health, what good is wealth?

1 Cor 6:19-20— What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?
20 For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God’s.

Through The Eyes of A Writer

The young child jumped up and down as she noticed the wide open field. She desperately longed to go run through the tall blades of lush green grass. Why, all she saw was the field, where she could romp and play. Oh, but the writer saw so much more.

To start, there was the blue sky with only a few white fluffy clouds bouncing here and there. The bright orange-yellow sun shined down so bright that it caused one to squint their eyes as they admired the birds freely flying. Oh wait, just across the horizon there was a small plane, flying way up high in the sky. The writer’s imagination began to work overtime. She saw all types of animals and pretty flowers in the clouds.

Oh wait, is that a banner attached to the airplane? Yes, it sure is! Oh my, the writer recognized the airplane. It was her sweet husband’s. What? He’s declaring his love for her and for the whole world to see? Yes, he is, and the words “I LOVE YOU” are written in bold red letters across the banner. The writer feels a blush creep up her cheeks. She couldn’t believe that the love of her life would do such a thing. Suddenly, she hears the sound of laughter. That’s correct, the child was poking fun at the writer’s shy disposition.

All of a sudden, something in the field caught the eye of the writer. Could it be? Yes, it was the cutest fawn gracefully running across the field. Oh wait, at the edge of the woods was a doe and a buck. No doubt they were waiting for their little fawn.

Wait, look, there’s a rabbit. No, not just one, but two, three, four, maybe even five, or six. And look at the squirrels chasing each other up the big oak tree. Wait, one squirrel is nipping at the others tail, desiring to play. The writer was amazed by all of the beautiful butterflies that enjoyed the pollen from the wildflowers and honeysuckles.

The writer heard the soft sound of water coming from nearby. She could almost feel the cool water on her bare feet. Yes, there it is! There’s the pond just a short distance away. And oh, there are two young lads fishing at the bank of the pond. Why, she noticed that one of the bobbers went completely under the water. Surely the young lad must have a big bite. The writer could hear them giggle as they worked together to pull in the catch. No doubt, their taste buds were watering.

Now, something else has the writer’s attention. What? Can it be? The writer couldn’t believe her eyes. Her sweetheart landed his plane in the middle of the open field. She anxiously ran to her love with the little girl not far behind. The writer fell into his opened arms. He smiled at the young girl and then invited them to go for a ride. At first the little girl was hesitant, but after the writer assured her that she would see the world through a whole new set of eyes, the small child jumped into the airplane. Up, up, up, they went, and from up in the sky, the writer was able to see so much more.

Suddenly, the writer heard the sound of the little girl’s voice, and just like that, everything the writer saw went away. Now, all the writer saw was the wide open field, but in her mind there was so much more than the open space.

Blog For Month of July!

Well, you can call me old fashioned if you like, but I still feel a healthy pride in my heart for America. Yet, on the other hand, I miss America as I knew her. Whatever happened to baseball, hotdogs, apple pie, and Chevrolets (Okay Dad, Fords)? Whatever happened to taking time to enjoy the beauty of this great land? Whatever happened to families fighting to work through tough times? Whatever happened to the church being a light? Yes, I love our nation, but I can’t say I agree with the turn she has taken.

As a child, I remember saluting the American flag with much admiration in my heart. However, now we have leaders that refuse to place their hand over their heart while reciting the pledge of allegiance. Before I go any further, I would like to make it clear that I’m not republican or democrat. I’m simply a child of God that stands on the absolute truths of the Holy Bible. I don’t put all blame on President Obama, but I believe that America started going down the tube in 1913, but that’s a whole other blog.

May I be transparent? My heart aches for the days of old. I fear for the next generation. I’m tired of the church sitting back passive while there’s a world that’s full of darkness. We preach to our little clicks, but there’s very little change. I go to church meetings only to see the same faces, no new converts, no fresh anointing, and very little love. It’s time for the church to be liberated by the power of the Holy Ghost. I refuse to be intimated or bound by man. Christ has liberated me from addictions, wounds, fears, suicidal thoughts, sexual sins, and yes, religion.

However, I see a church that is far from liberated. Please don’t misunderstand me, I don’t believe I have arrived. However, I know what my Jesus has done for me. I see the hand of God moving in the most astonishing ways. My heart gets overwhelmed with joy when I see a streetwalker walk into our church. I feel absolutely flabbergasted when I see a soul cry out for freedom. Yet, I feel dumbfounded by how far the church has walked from Calvary. I’m reminded of an old song we use to sing titled “At the Cross.”

“Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I?
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!
Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine-
And bathed in its own blood-
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His Soul in anguish stood.
Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature’s sin.
Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away
‘Tis all that I can do.”

My dear friends, we need revival in our land. We as God’s children, need to stand up for what is right. It’s time that we get liberated at the cross, and allow the blood of Jesus to wash us white as snow. I’m appalled by what’s happening around us. Yet, what are we doing about it? I have friends from all different walks of life, and they are aware of what I stand for. I believe in being respectful by not infringing my conviction upon others. But, wrong is still wrong and right is still right. I never thought I would live to see America stand for such ungodly sins.

I don’t believe it’s too late for America. I believe that we Christians can still make a difference without encroaching on the rights of non-believers. You might ask how? It’s really very simple. We simply need to pray, fast, and turn from our wicked ways. Yes, that means stop judging, stop living double standard lives, and start loving. We need to be refilled with the power of the Holy Ghost, and regenerated by the Blood of the Lamb. By doing this, non-believers will begin to come into God’s house, receive salvation, and be liberated by the Lord Jesus Christ.

2 Chron 7:14— If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

So, you can call me old fashion if you like. Hey, I’ll still love you! I plan to remain optimistic, which is why I believe it’s not too late for America the beautiful