Phil,
I am praying!  Hold on tight and keep the faith!
Huggs and blessings to all of you!
Virgie and Hoshi
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Phil Scovell" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Saturday, June 24, 2006 8:02 PM
Subject: Re: Your Opinion


> Kathy,
>
> My 10 year old grandson understand, up to a point, but that's a big part 
> of
> the overall problem.  I explained to Gretchen the night before Father's 
> Day,
> that her oldest son has only one parent and no dad.  I know what it is 
> like
> to grow up at his age without a father.  Father's Day after Father's Day
> goes by and you think nothing of it but I guarantee you that the Enemy
> hasn't forgotten.  He uses such opportunities to implant lies that little
> boys, or girls, learn to believ because they feel true at the time.  "You
> aren't good enough or you would have a dad.  Your dad left because he 
> never
> loved you.  Your mom doesn't even love you.  If you had only been better,
> your dad wouldn't have left you," and that's only a sample.  I pray with
> grown men all the time who have heard these lies but never knew it until 
> the
> Lord revealed it to them in prayer sessions.  I pray every Monday night 
> with
> two Denver men, one who comes to my office on the way home from work, and
> they both have father problems.  One hates his father and the other lost 
> his
> dad at age 6 when his father died.  He says he has almost no childhood
> memories.  I here this all the time, too, until the Lord opens their
> woundedness and then brings in His truth and healing into their 
> brokenness.
> These two men, and I, all have the same woundedness and yet all three of 
> us
> are Christians and all three of us had Christian fathers.  That's likely
> something we won't hear in church next Sunday.  On this last Father's Day,
> Gretchen told her oldest boy, when he wanted to know if she was staying 
> home
> that evening, that she had to go be with her boyfriend, who is lost, by 
> the
> way.  why, you might ask?  Because, poor Mike doesn't get to see his 
> little
> girl on Father's Day.  I stopped Gretchen just before she left to go to 
> her
> boyfriends to see if what she had told her son was indeed what she said.
> She admitted that it was what she said.  I explained, in even more detail,
> all I just said and included much more based upon not only those with whom 
> I
> have prayed, but I included my own experiences related to this subject. 
> My
> mother was never gone.  She never even dated until I was almost out of the
> home and going to Bible college.  Gretchen informed me that she would let
> nothing jeopardize her quote sobriety unquote by sitting home alone in the
> evenings while her son was over at my son's house 50 feet away in my
> backyard.  You want to know what I said?  And I quote myself word for 
> word.
> "Gretchen, I don't give a damn about your sobriety and I don't give a damn
> about Mike.  I do care if someone allows my grandson to be destroyed by 
> the
> Enemy because they are too ungodly to be a parent."  Street language, by 
> the
> way, is all some people, including my daughter, understands.  If I told 
> you
> some of the things my daughter used to say to her father and mother as a
> teenager, and later as an young adult, you wouldn't believe it.  I wanted
> her to understand what comes first.  If her freaky stupid sobriety is more
> important to her than her children, screw it.  Jesus comes first or He
> doesn't so which is it going to be, Gretchen?  I learned the hard way that
> there is no other way, or choice, than Jesus.  I don't care if you are a
> dope addict, an alcolholic, or whatever it might be.  Jesus is first.  A 
> man
> I was praying with this week told me, after I said something to him, "You
> know something, Phil?  My pastor preached something like you just told me
> last Sunday."  I asked what the sermon was about.  He said, "It was 
> called,
> god Will Kill You."  He is going to email me the link so I can listen to 
> it
> on their church website.  This man said his pastor preached on how God 
> will
> do whatever He wants to get your attention and you don't get one thing to
> say about it except for, yes.  He furthermore said, God is not a Co 
> Maniger
> of our lives.  He is only The Manager.  Man, I about jumped out of my 
> chair.
> It doesn't get any better than that.  Gretchen does not believe this, of
> course, so who suffers?  Her two children who are not old enough to even 
> see
> the lies they are told.  Gretchen almost brags about being an addict now
> because this is what she is forced to listen to from her drug rehab 
> classes.
> They are not even allowed to get up in front of the group, when called 
> upon,
> without first starting out by saying, my name is Phil and I am a meth
> addict.  It makes me barf every time I hear her say it because it is a 
> lie.
> Gretchen is not an addict, and I have told her this, she is a sinner. 
> Does
> she need help?  Sure, who doesn't.  Gretchen lived a perfect, holy, Amen
> shouting life when at the church drug home for a year.  she was high two
> weeks after she left the home.  So much for God healing people.  The 
> problem
> was, God wasn't there at the time, Gretchen just lived by a set of rules.
> Jesus was never the Lord of her life during that time.  I have raised my
> oldest grandson and spent more hours with him than any person on the 
> planet.
> I used to baby sit him 6 to 6 and a half hours each day so Gretchen and 
> her
> husband could make more money than Sandy and I put together.  I taught him
> how to swing, jump on the trampoline, and how to stay in the yard without 
> a
> fence, I might add.  Every time I had to use my tools to fix something, I
> showed him step by step how to do it.  I let him hold the tools, turn the
> screws, swing the hammer, and everything else that had to be done.  this
> week, in spite of my back, I carried a tall trash basket out of my office.
> I took it outside to dump into the large city barrel they pick up on
> Mondays.  My 2 year old grandson was asleep but awakened when he heard me
> coming back in.  He started saying, Trash, over and over, and I realized 
> he
> wanted to help.  I have a small basket I keep in front of my desk.  People
> do a lot of crying in my office; even grown men.  Jesus can break anybody.
> Somebody had put empty pop cans and some other trash in my basket.  Guess
> who that might be when she comes in through my office to go downstairs to
> her apartment.  So, since I always have an apointment with a lady on
> Tuesdays and Thursdays in my office, I was going to dump that basket out. 
> I
> showed my little grandson where it was and handed it to him.  I told him 
> he
> had to use both hands.  He did.  I opened all the doors until we got 
> outside
> and up to the big barrel that is so tall, he in no way could reach it. 
> So,
> I carefully squatted down, careful to watch my back, wrapped my right arm
> around him, and lifted him up and opened the lid with my other hand for 
> him.
> I had to also help him turn the little basket upside down because it was a
> little too large for him but he helped.  when I thought we were done, I
> asked him if it were empty and he said no.  I felt inside and sure enough,
> some stuff was still stuck in the bottom.  So we repeated the whole 
> process.
> When we were done, I lifted him up again so he, not me, could reach the
> large hinged lid and pull it shut.  This is how serious I take parenting 
> and
> grandparenting.  Gretchen's sobriety is more important, and her poor 
> lonely
> boyfriend is more important, than parenting.  So, you might say, I have an
> attitude when it comes to putting children first and the only way I know 
> of
> doing that, is putting Jesus first.  There is only one way out now and
> Gretchen isn't going to like it.  Yep, I've protected her from God way too
> long.  I've bust my bunions for Gretchen over the years.  I've gone to the
> hospital for her.  I paid for her teeth that are now literally rotting out
> of her head.  Although few would believe it, not all, but a large part of 
> my
> back problems were emotionally related to Gretchen.  I know God when I 
> hear
> Him.  So, Kathy, now I am going to do what I have really put off doing
> because I know what it can do to a person as an intercessor.  I'm going to
> pray that God does whatever it takes to show Gretchen He is Lord of her 
> life
> regardless of what she thinks.
>
> Phil.
>