I Will Take the Challenge

“Do you really think you hear from God?” She was a marketing editor of a popular magazine and she wanted me to advertise my book with her.  When I explained that money was short because God had required a large gift and I gave it. I could hear her sarcasm.

“I do, and I did hear from God,” I was resolute.

I would do anything for God, even the impossible.

It was January of 2019 and after an extended fast and seeking God, He asked me if I trusted Him.  Of course I trusted Him.  Then He said the unthinkable, give me all you have in your account.  Like the poor widow, I gave all I had.  I wasn’t sure why He needed it, but He wanted my heart and obedience.

“I am totally confused! Let me get this straight, you couldn’t work because of the cancer you battled for two years.  You have no income except your pension and part-time teaching at a college and you gave everything that you did not have to give,” she chuckled as if she had just found someone certifiable for the looney bin.

“Yes, you are correct!”

“Then I seriously question if you ever heard from God.  He is not going to ask for what you can’t give,” her words stung.

“Sorry you think otherwise, but I know my Father’s voice and I’d obey Him above all logic,” I heard strength in my voice even though I felt totally depleted.

“Good luck Jill, you’ll need it!”

“No luck needed!”

Click, the phone went dead, and I began to think of everything that has happened since I gave all that I had.

First, my two month old refrigerator died and we lost a couple hundred dollars of food.  Then one of my horses collicked and got double pneumonia.  Then I got audited (they found nothing wrong).  I had two college classes that I was supposed to teach get cancelled due to lack of attendance.  I got certified to teach online and no department at the college have picked me up.

Instead of receiving a huge blessing I have had only turmoil, but I told God that it does not matter what happens, I will do all that He asks even when it doesn’t make sense.

Have you ever stepped out in faith only for others to question you?  Please share!

Jill Mansor, wrote FIGHTING FOR THE FINISH, and published it while battling one of the most aggressive cancers.  This book is a testimony of how she came to accept JESUS Christ.  It is available on Amazon and http://www.jillmansor.com.

Jill is a speaker and author.  Her articles have been featured in national and international magazines.  She continues to witness and share her faith on her mission field at RAISE YOUR DREAMS FARM.

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A Chance Encounter

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It all started on a sweltering day in July, three years ago. I was trying to fill up my truck at the cheapest gas station in my little town in southern New Jersey. Because the prices were low, it was always standing-room-only for the many cars that drove by on their way to the beach. I was jockeying with an out-of-state driver for the ONLY open pump.

My truck is the proverbial “I AM A BORN-AGAIN, CRAZY-FOR-THE-LORD CHRISTIAN!”  I have a few scriptures on my truck, a fish emblem and a sparkly cross that hangs from my mirror. You can see my truck from miles away with its outlandish embellishments.

Though I was in a rush and hot, I motioned for the man to go before me.

He rolled his window down, “Ma’am, please I insist you go first!”  His smile was infectious. There was something special about him!

Just then another car pulled out and he was able to pull up alongside me. Much to the chagrin of my side kick helper who sat in the passenger seat, I leapt out of my truck to speak to this man, I was intrigued by his kindness and generosity.

“Sir, I wanted to thank you for your kindness!”

“Nothing to it! I live my life glorifying God! Letting you go first is what God would want me to do!”

He was a Christian like me and we spoke to one another as if we were long-lost friends.  We had a lot in common.  We both had horses, married to wonderful spouses, and we both loved the LORD!

“Cowgirl, give me your number and I’ll give you mine.” And this was the start of one of the greatest relationships of my life.

He texted me everyday with scripture, or music that I loved, or to share a snippet of his life.  He was one of the first persons I contacted when I found out I had cancer.

“Cowgirl, you got this!” I was sobbing unashamedly on the phone when they found even more cancer.

I called him brother. But he became my rock. He was studying to become a pastor. His knowledge, insight, and strength became something I relied on. He was ALWAYS available. He righted me when I was wrong and made me think deeply on what I really believed. His heart full of kindness sometimes broke me.

It has been three years since that chance encounter with Richard “Nippy” but God knew I’d need him.

I can’t imagine my life without my Pastor Nippy! He laughs with fervor when I tell him that God gave him the hardest congregation- me on that fateful July day!

 

Jill Mansor, owns RAISE YOUR DREAMS FARM. She is also a motivational speaker and author of FIGHTING FOR THE FINISH (available on Amazon or http://www.jillmansor.com)

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I Got My Uniform and Now I am Ready To Work!

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“Mom, I need a t-shirt because I have to be in my uniform!”  Zoe made a statement as if truth was held in this precious shirt. Her mom laughed and grabbed a shirt resigned to the fact that her daughter loved few things better than this farm.

Zoe has been riding here for almost four years. She has “trained” all of our horses and ponies, and she loves each one as only she can.  She proudly tells every new student or instructor all that she knows about each horse.

“Now BRUTUS, he is big!” She pats the big Fresian on the shoulder and her eyes twinkle with pride.  “I trained him too!” She holds her hand on his massive shoulder and gazes into his eyes like a mother with her newborn babe.

Everyday when she walks to her mother’s beautiful car she tells all that one day she will work here. That day is finally coming. Her mother asked me if she thought Zoe could “work” here once school let out. Zoe overheard our conversation and said with pride, “Mom, you can just drop me off and I’ll work here!” Zoe can hardly wait to have the independence that she sees the other helpers have.

I easily have four to five helpers-volunteers everyday that tirelessly assist instructors, tack or untack horses and ponies, clean stalls, leather, tack-shack or sidewalk and lead during lessons. They are an integral part of my farm, and it would be impossible to run this farm without their unwavering support. Zoe has dreamed of the day when she would do what they do.

Last Saturday she got her RAISE YOUR DREAMS FARM t-shirt and it is with great pride that she will wear her uniform to work!  When that day comes I know few who would be prouder to be at this little farm that holds hope.

Jill Mansor, owns RAISE YOUR DREAMS FARM. She is also a motivational speaker and author of FIGHTING FOR THE FINISH (available on Amazon or http://www.jillmansor.com)

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Bella and Her Little Fella

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Who could resist this little cutie?  He came complete with a heart printed on his side, wide expressive eyes, and an ornery temperament to compliment this little delightful pony.  Battling cancer left my body weak and unable to ride this diminutive boy.  Seeking an answer to solve this problem-pony, came in a long-legged blonde beauty from next-door.

The home next door is a mansion, and it laid dormant for many years, until life was breathed into its existence by the wonderful family that bought it.  The oldest, a horse-crazy eleven-year-old, Bella.  She was a tenacious rider, very steady in her seat, and with face set in expectation, she got this pony to do things, no one has.  After countless hours on Squirt’s back, she has ridden him through round-house bucks, and countless bulges at the gates, through jumps, and spooks on the trails, Bella patiently waited to see what no one else could see.  That this pony was priceless.

Today, she jumps Squirt with no saddle or hands.  She takes him to shows, falls asleep on his back, and thinks about nothing but this little fella.  He has turned into a wonderful cutie that is what any little girl dream of!

Let’s Raise A Praise!

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What should one do, when their hope is failing?  Raise a Praise!

It is my first year living at my farm.  As a single woman, operating a farm, opening a business, working full-time as a high school teacher, I was struggling in every aspect of my life.  The original fence at the farm was an electric tape that my ponies loved to push down and climb through.  Though they never went to the road, my neighbors would find them in their backyard, or lounging under my beautiful oak tree in the front yard.  I had to do something.

I took all my money from my savings to buy a wooden fence.  I ordered the fence, never thinking that I would need to calculate two to three feet needed to stabilize the posts that would be buried in the ground.  Because I ordered the fence, it was cut to my specifications.  The fence posts were only five feet in length, not the required eight feet.

The fence installer looked at my devastating miscalculation, shook his head, and said, “This fence won’t hold a horse,” and I did what most would do, I hung my head in complete despair.  I knew that I had just lost the biggest investment I had made at my farm, $12,000 of complete waste.

The fence installer left imploring me to get new fencing, but I knew I did not have the money to re-order new fencing.  In my mind, I had just lost all.   I drug myself into my prayer closet and did what I knew I had to do, praise the Lord.  Initially it was very hard to praise when my heart was like a soaked blanket.  I was determined to get God to work on my behalf.

One hour of praise led to two, then three hours until I felt my heart loosen, and the words of praise rang true in my sorry heart.  I called the lumber yard, just knowing in my heart, God would make a way out of this mess.

When the lumber yard said they would take it back and refund my money, I literally fell to my knees.  They charged me a service and handling fee, but it was minuscule compared to the thousands I had just given to them.  I learned a valuable lesson that only God can teach us when we are in the valley.  Praise Him until you get out of it!

When hope is lost, despair is walking boldly into your heart and mind, that’s when it calls for a mighty praise!

Have you ever praised the LORD when all hope was failing, and He took your despair and turned it into joy?

Please share!  And always, thanks for reading my rambling!  LOVE YOU ALL!

Thread Bare Faith

 

IMG_1654I know I must, then why is it so hard to do it?  What must I do?  Praise the LORD, that’s my mandate, but I am slain in overwhelming disappointment.  I thought that after I battled cancer my life would be restored.  Instead, I lay in destruction.

I am fighting my fear, disappointment, and hopelessness.  You see, I did something the world would say was crazy.  After not being able to work last year, I closed a large account, in anticipation of spending it on my crushing debt.  After an extended fast, God said, “Do you trust me?”

I emphatically answered with a resounding YES!  What He told me to do next, rocked me to my core, “Give me all that you have.”  I had thousands of dollars in my account, earmarked for debt, and God was asking me to give it all to Him.

With shaking hands, I trusted Him, and wrote the check out for everything I had.

I rested in the glorious verses,  Malachi 3:10-11

Bring the full tithe into the storehouse, so that there may be food in My house. Test Me in this,” says the LORD of Hosts. “See if I will not open the floodgates of heaven and pour out for you blessing without measure. 11I will rebuke the devourer for you, so that it will not destroy the fruits of your land, and the vine in your field will not fail to produce fruit,” says the LORD of Hosts.…

Luke 6:38

38Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you.”

Admittedly, I was getting excited with expectation of how He would use this extraordinary gift.  What came next rocked my world and left me spiraling in despair.

First, my sweet aged horse went into a severe colic and double pneumonia.  The vet bill crushed me.  Next, we were hit with a tax bill of $13,000.  Then our two-month-old refrigerator stopped working, and because it is under a warranty, Sears said they can’t come out for nine days.  All our food spoiled.  My tractor stopped working and now it is in the shop.  Everywhere I looked was destruction.

Maybe I will be laugh at these calamities someday, but right now it is raw.  I cried out to God, and proclaimed the verses of hope, prosperity, and all that is afforded to a believer in Jesus.  My faith is faltering, my strength failing, and my hope is thread bare.  Then I thought about it all, God is God of my life.  Even this period of wilderness will bear much fruit.  I am learning that my circumstances are temporary, He is forever.

I got my praise music on and literally laid on the floor, tears streaming down my face.  My big fluffy dogs trying to comfort me.  I did not care, I was going to lay there until He changed my heart from despair to hope.  If He gives me nothing, I am still going to praise Him for saving this sorry soul from the pit of hell.  I will smile in the face of defeat, because God is working it all out for my good, even when I wish His “good” was my kind of good.  My Father is a good God, and He loves me too much to leave me in this wretched place.

I repeat out loud, as if it were a battle cry.  “I am your daughter!  You are my God, and I will serve You no matter how bad it looks!  Have mercy O Great God!”

Immediately, my heart is restored, hope floods in, and I know that He will bring good gifts, I only need to hold onto hope.

Are you in the valley of despair?  Let me pray for you, please just put your name in the comment box.

Take Your Grubby Hands Off Of That…..It is Mine!

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“How will they know it is Me, if you keep trying to make something happen?”

A smack down, straight from God Almighty.  I am a bull-in-a-china-shop, a go-getter, stop-at-nothing, million-miles-an-hour woman, type-A, who always wants to be in control.  I get more accomplished before eight o’clock in the morning than most people do all day and in some cases all week.

Written goals organized into steps to be taken each day.  The biggest goal is marketing my book, Fighting for the Finish, and I am constantly weaving a web of purposeful steps to get my book “out there.”  I think about it constantly.

Then I got the smack-down from God.  Do I trust Him with the story He gave me?  I started to laugh to myself, yes, of course.  Who wouldn’t?  Reflecting upon my constant flurry of action, it was leading me to destruction, and in all honesty, I was NOT trusting Him.

Forgive me O Mighty God.  Hands off, I will rest in You!

Have you ever had God tell you to stop, rest in Him, knowing that He is working it all out?  Please share!

Buttons!

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Katie has a hard time communicating and lately she has taken to drawing her desires, needs and wants. This morning Katie was no different. Her mother pushed paper and pencil towards Katie. After a few minutes Katie pushed the paper back at her mom and said,”HORSE!”

“Do you want a horse?” Her mom asks her.

“Yes!……..Buttons!” She exclaims.

Buttons is her go-to-horse at RAISE YOUR DREAMS FARM, where she loves to be loved by this huge pony.

Jesus Saves Wretches Like Me

I came to accept Jesus Christ as my Savior, not because I wanted to, but because I had to.  While staying at one of the oldest homes in a quaint little town in southern New Jersey, I was in trouble, spiritual trouble.  I was house sitting this beautiful masterpiece.  But what I did not know was that it was haunted.  Lights going on, chairs moving, banging, thumping, electrical humming sounds, and most disconcerting was the overwhelming fear I had.

That morning, the phone kept ringing, and as soon as I grabbed the phone, all I heard was a dial-tone.  Frustrated, I went to the only thing that could help me, a pastor.  While speaking with him on the phone about what I was experiencing, the phone began to ring.  An impossibility, there was no other line except the one that I was on.

“Pastor, if I accept Jesus Christ, will this phone stop ringing?” I was desperate for answers to questions that I did not know.

“I don’t know, but what you will have is the power inside of you to stop it,” he said the  word that I longed for- power.  I knew deep in my heart that it was essential for me to have that power, without it, I was surely going to be destroyed.

I accepted Jesus Christ that day as my Savior out of desperation.  Little did I know that for one year, I would be harassed by strong demonic forces at my little home in Delaware.  During  that year I learned and understood the significance of the power living inside of me, and my life has never been the same.

It is a fantastic story and available in my book, Fighting for the Finish, on http://www.jillmansor.com or amazon.  I am currently holding a contest on my FIGHTING FOR THE FINISH WRITTEN BY JILL MANSOR FB PAGE to win a free signed copy.

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This is a picture from my farm, Raise Your Dreams, in southern New Jersey.