tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846246956826804282024-03-05T06:11:41.360-08:00Notes along the JourneyNOTES ALONG THE JOURNEYFlowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-91735861394897577352020-05-05T07:27:00.003-07:002020-05-05T07:27:39.424-07:00No Satisfaction!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"These people say, 'The time has not yet come to rebuild the Lord's house'....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The Word of the Lord says, "Is it a time for you yourselves to be living in your paneled houses, while my house remains a ruin?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Give careful thought to your ways. You have planted much, but harvested little. You eat, but never have enough. You drink, but never have your fill. You put on clothes, but are not warm. You earn wages, only to put them in a purse with holes in it." </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The Lord says, "Give careful thought to your ways. Go up into the mountains and bring down timber and build my house, so that I may take pleasure in it and be honored. You expected much, but see, it turned out to be little. Haggai 1:2-9</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The temple of the Lord still lay in ruins. The Israelites started to rebuild after their arrival from captivity, but opposition hindered them and eventually discouraged them. They quit building and focused instead on their own houses and lives.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fifteen years later, complacency and procrastination set in. They kept saying, "it's not time yet to rebuild the temple. It's not good timing right now, other things are higher up on the priority list, etc....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Frustration and distractions now settled in. nothing seemed to go well. They expected so much, but it turned out to be little. Why? Why is their path so hard? Does it have to be such a struggle? Nothing seems to satisfy. I'm so disquieted.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">God's word cut through to the heart of the problem. They have used all their efforts, put all their hearts into enriching their own lives and homes while God's house lay in ruins. They have neglected the most important thing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are a temple of the Holy Spirit, when we give our hearts to Jesus, His Spirit dwells within. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our enemy tries to distract us. To skew our priorities. Our focus can become distorted. And so we turn away to other things. Give our hearts and efforts to fill the emptiness. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It just doesn't work. Nothing quite does it. Life is a struggle. Our expectations of people, work, etc.... falls short and disappoints. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Temple is neglected. That most Holy Place inside where we meet with Jesus. We commune with Him. Lay down all the hurts and disappointments. Satisfaction is there. Our starved, battered souls finds rest and peace. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Why do we neglect this? Why do we push Him away? I don't have an answer. Sadly, I do it too. But He woos me, calls to me, and pulls me back. I pray He never stops. I need Him so badly. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Beloved, answer His call. Go to Him now. Don't neglect your Temple. Rebuild it, keep the oil lamps burning, spend time there in His presence. You will never regret it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-54111528519537061792020-04-07T07:49:00.000-07:002020-04-07T07:49:32.651-07:00I gave up Candy Crush and ended up with far more than I asked for<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I honestly never thought about Lent for most of my life. The church I attended never talked much about it. But I'll never look at it the same after this season. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The early English meaning for Lent is "Lengthen." Daylight lengthens as we reset our clocks. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lent reflects on the forty days Jesus spent in the wilderness, before His three years of ministry, death and resurrection. He went without food, was tempted and strengthened by His Father. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lent is a time to slow down, stretch out and grow spiritually. To rest in the presence of God, rather than force the pace. Not that we shouldn't do this <i>all year round, </i>as we should. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you follow Lent, you give things up. Something we feel we can't do without. This sounds laughable now, but I gave up Candy Crush. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Early this spring in a women's study, we were asked to give up something. It was kind of a "Lent". </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then the virus happened. Quarantine happened. Lent was basically forced upon us. Days have definitely lengthened! March seemed to be an eternity. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We've been forced to give up things we wouldn't have volunteered, surrendered before. We've been stripped down to the bare necessities. Even control has been taken away from us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've been forced to slow down. I've had to do without luxuries I've enjoyed before. I've been close to tears many times. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nevertheless, this Lent season has changed me. For the better. I probably won't be the same afterward. I've prayed more, leaned more on Jesus. I've been present more, which ironically is why I gave up Candy Crush. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've been stretched. But like a muscle, stretching is good and needful to grow and be stronger. It can be uncomfortable and painful, but in the end my faith is stronger. I've drawn closer to Jesus. The unnecessary weights have been removed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eventually Lent will be over and hopefully normal life will resume. But I don't want this season to be a waste. I pray the Lord uses this time to grow me and change me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After Jesus' time in the wilderness, it says He returned to Galilee in "the power of the Spirit." Luke 4:14 </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's my prayer that when I walk out of this wilderness/Lent season: that I will be more tender to the Spirit's leading </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that I hear His voice more clearly</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that I be more effective in however He uses me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that I have pure motives</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So many more I could list. So thankful for His faithfulness to me, His servant. </span>Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-29651742494054720102019-11-08T07:27:00.000-08:002019-11-08T07:28:04.438-08:00The Piece of Wood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>When they came to Marah, they could not drink its water because it was bitter. (That is why the place is called Marah.) So the people grumbled against Moses, saying, "what are we to drink?"</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>They Moses cried out to the Lord, and the Lord showed him a piece of wood. He threw it into the water and the water became fit to drink. Exodus 15:23-25</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This has been a tough season for me. Places, circumstances and people I thought would sustain me or come through for me have failed to live up to my expectations. And yes I've complained and grumbled. Even to God. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've been here before. I should recognize this place. I've tasted the bitter waters of disappointment. This barren and bitter place has left me hungry and thirsty. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Complaining and grumbling never helps. NEVER DOES. But I indulge anyway. Live in the pit for awhile. Until He looks down and asks the same question He asked Elijah in the cave, "What are you doing here?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I know the way out. I see the <i>piece of wood </i>and hear Him say throw that thing in there! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The piece of wood that sweetens the bitter places is thankfulness, gratitude and praise. Ultimately it's Him. When I choose to pick it up and release it to that bitter place, I find the waters sweetened. I feel a sweet breeze come into my stagnant place. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It always comes down to a choice. <i>I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. Philippians 4:11</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Practice. It's takes practice to be grateful. Sometimes it's a fight to choose to be thankful. The Holy Spirit always seems to help me find that piece of wood. The song, the praise...whatever it is to lift my eyes to Jesus and out of the pit. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I can do all this through Him who gives me strength" Philippians 4:13 </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is a reason this verse follows the one about learning to be content. I'm no better than the ungrateful Israelites. I can be miserable with the bitter waters. left to myself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I desperately need Him. He's always enough. He satisfies. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-91572360559490280402019-09-25T07:18:00.000-07:002019-09-25T07:18:18.839-07:00When I cannot speak<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I can feel it deep inside when Moses said, "Pardon your servant, Lord. I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant. I am slow of speech and tongue." Exodus 4:10</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is me to a T! I write better than I talk. I feel awkward and uneasy talking to people. So how crazy is it that God would use me sometimes to share my heart and His word <i>talking??</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well the same God was faithful to Moses when he stood in front of Pharaoh and spoke God words. He was faithful when Moses stood in front of millions of Israelites to lead them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Won't He be faithful to me? Isn't He powerful enough to use my words to impact people? I say yes, and I choose to do so in faith when I feel so feeble to speak when He leads me to do so. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">David prayed in Psalms 119:43, "Never take your word of truth from my mouth, for I have put my hope in your laws." </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What a powerful prayer to hold on to when I feel disabled from speaking. When weakness overwhelms. When there seems to be no willing audience. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He is the treasure in the jar of clay. He's powerful enough to take the words I offer Him and bless and multiply it. Even to impact those who hear. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Has He given you a testimony? A message to share? The people He's placed around you need to hear. Trust your God, speak those words and watch what He does.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-88390757748949519622019-07-07T17:55:00.001-07:002019-07-07T17:55:28.229-07:00Will it thrive?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">This vine of Egypt that King Zedikiah relies on to save him and Jerusalem. Can Egypt deliver Judah from Babylon's army?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Zedikiah refuses to listen to God's warnings. He pushes Jeremiah the prophet away, and stubbornly revolts. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">God asks, "Will he thrive?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Relying on this weak vine will not save him and will only doom him and Judah.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nebuchadnezzar the King of Babylon will just yank up this Egyptian vine from the roots. It will shrivel and die. There's nothing there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Will it thrive?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These weak, low vines I sometimes rely on and cling to will ultimately fail. If I turn away from my true Refuge, my strong tower and cling to a lesser vine, <i>will I thrive? </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jesus stoops down and rips up this vine. Holding it up in front of me, He shakes it and asks, "<i>Will this vine thrive?" </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And will you thrive clinging to it? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Of course I can't. I thrive only by my trust in God alone. He alone is my strength. He is my anchor. My joy and peace. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am the tree planted by the Living water. I am rooted in Him. I cannot be shaken. I will thrive regardless. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." John 15:5</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-35538930219675352222019-06-29T18:38:00.002-07:002019-06-29T18:38:40.412-07:00Rotting Flesh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of sin?" Romans 7:24</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This corrupting carcass chained to me is slowly saturating my soul till it dominates and eventually kills me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I cannot save myself from it. I am a wretched person. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Such is the fate of condemned murderers in Roman society. The murdered victim is chained to the back of the murderer. The rotting flesh eventually overwhelms the person carrying it around. Even infecting them. A rather gruesome picture isn't it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This body of sin was chained to me. My Jesus unchained me and set me free from this rotting, corrupting carcass. "Therefore there is no more condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yet what if I walked around like I was still chained? Still cowered under the imaginary weight? Influenced and enslaved to this dead body even though it exists no more?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What kind of life is this?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Initially I was saved by faith by Christ's work on the cross. Declared righteous before God. I already have His favor. I stand securely in His grace.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So does God do a bait and switch on me now? Now after the initial salvation, do I have to earn His favor? Do I grow in faith by rule keeping? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is this how you want me to live? Constant struggles, wrestlings and strivings of the flesh? "My yoke is easy and my burden light." Matthew 11:28-30</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am no longer enslaved to the body of sin, the flesh. Yet, there is a war between my spirit and flesh. It will continue till I die. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nevertheless, I have a new nature. I have God's spirit residing within. His power at work in my life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Through Him I.....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">have life, I know the truth</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I am justified</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I am more than a conqueror</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I have access to the Father</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I have strength</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I am reconciled to God perfectly</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the powers and authorities are disarmed, completely defeated!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I offer sacrifices of praise to the One I adore. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-7078122439493626682019-06-23T18:25:00.000-07:002019-06-23T18:25:37.234-07:00Close as my breath<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>The Word is near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart, that is, the Word of faith we are proclaiming. Romans 10:9</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Do I feel so far from Him? Perhaps from neglect, or distractions? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He is as close as a breath-a whispered prayer. He is there, at the ready. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I make it so hard sometimes. I'm too hard on myself sometimes. I can close myself away rather easily. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yet He is so near. <i>You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. <b>I will be found by you. </b>Jeremiah 29:13</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He longs for me. Desires me with an everlasting love. He left the ninety nine to search out the lost one. He ran to meet the prodigal son. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just a word of faith, a confession that I need Him so badly. An invitation to come, is all that is needed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I do believe, help me overcome my unbelief. Mark 9:24</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes I need the Spirit's help to even pray. I don't have the strength, or I lack sufficient words to express. My faith rises above it all, and I touch Him. His presence is the breath of fresh air breaking up the stale air. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>So when you are feeling far from God, and are having a lonesome day, take a deep breath and remind yourself, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"God is only a breath away"</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>He's only a breath away</i></span><br />
<i>Louvenia Duncan</i>Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-53731939206055099932019-06-14T07:18:00.002-07:002019-06-14T07:27:16.526-07:00Drive the car<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">A kid is given the keys to a Cadillac on his eighth birthday. "Here you go son, now go drive it downtown!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rather absurd isn't it? A eight year old kid is in no way capable of driving. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But let's say he's given a superpower to drive it. And like Mario Andretti! People are just blown away by this kids awesome driving ability. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The kid's head gets inflated. He flashes this gift all over. Struts around like he owns it. He eagerly takes in the worship and adoration. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Take away the superpower though and you get what you see....an eight year old kid. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am that kid. I've been entrusted with gifts. Supernatural gifts. Empowered by the Spirit of God.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Me? Fallen, weak, imperfect, unable, prone to pride, prone to false humility...and so on and so forth. Given these gifts?? Entrusted by Almighty God? Crazy isn't it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">God what are you thinking? Why me? Yet...He knows what He's doing. He's the potter and I am the clay. Who am I to question His purpose?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These gifts are to serve and build others up. Draw unbelievers to Christ. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">How foolish it would be to get a big head about this. Yet neither am I to disqualify myself. "What if I fail?" "What if I do get prideful about it?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Silly questions in the light of day, yet I sometimes falter, hesitate when it comes to getting behind the wheel. Instead of driving the car and just enjoying the ride, going where He leads me; I won't even open the door. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The One who gave me the gifts, equips me to use it. He is able to use me powerfully and effectively. His grace is sufficient for me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He's in the car with me, will He allow me to crash? I think not! Sure I may mess it up. But His grace is so much more powerful. Even to overcome my failings. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Beloved, just get in the car, and drive it. He just wants a willing messenger. He will handle the rest. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us." 2 Corinthians 4:7</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">#notesalongthejourney #encouragement #soulsisters</span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-79524102049329745182019-06-06T07:10:00.002-07:002019-06-06T07:12:43.232-07:00Plans and hopes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"I know that when I come to you, I will come in the full measure of the blessing of Christ" Romans 15:29<br />
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I plan to do so...I hope to see you...I will go to Spain...<br />
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Paul had plans, hopes and dreams of going to Rome and eventually to Spain to further the gospel. He had no idea when he finally came to Rome it would be as a prisoner.<br />
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Trials, hardships, and shipwrecks lay ahead between his plans and reality.<br />
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"I know, I am sure." A bold statement. Yet, it's not a <i>self </i>confidence. It's a confidence in His God. It's based on the Divine promises. Past experiences of Divine faithfulness and imparted Grace.<br />
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Yet in spite of his plans being thwarted, hopes seemingly dashed, God used him more powerfully. His ministry more effective, reaching more.<br />
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Four Epistles of the Bible were written as a prisoner in Rome.<br />
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Two years he was free and believed to have gone to Spain after all.<br />
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"He proclaimed the Kingdom of God and taught about the Lord Jesus Christ-with all boldness and without hindrance." Acts 28:31<br />
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<i>"Expect great things from God, attempt great things for God." Carey</i><br />
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I've had dreams that didn't turn out quite the way I planned, but ended up much better, because God placed me where I can be more effectual and more powerful in ministry.<br />
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I have dreams and plans for the immediate future. I place those precious things in His hands, stand back and watch Him work.<br />
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I've seen what He can do. I've stood in wonder at the work of His hands. But just like the boy with his lunch, I have to place it in His hands. He will take it, bless it and feed hungry hearts.<br />
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So dear one, go attempt great things for God. But also allow room for Him to do His work. Follow His leading. After all, He sees way ahead of you and knows what you don't know.Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-69131931429033041612019-05-20T10:06:00.001-07:002019-05-20T10:07:39.747-07:00Dust<span style="font-size: large;">"My soul clings to the dust; give me life according to your word." Psalm 119:25 ESV</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Amazing how dust can cling to things. Sitting on my couch, I see the evidence of that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The dust of this world clings to me. It can weigh me down. Slows my walk. Sometimes it can be a slog. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Does life have to be a slog? Do I have to be weighed down day after day? The evidence of this clinging dust is everywhere. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Preserve my life, quicken my life according to your word. Revive me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Your promises build my faith. Your Word changes the atmosphere, shakes off the dust. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"He has blessed me in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ." Ephesians 1:3 </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">His incomparable great power is for me, working for me. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">He has shown to me the riches of His grace expressed in His kindness to me, in Christ Jesus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"His Divine power has given me everything I need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called me by his own glory and goodness. 2 Peter 1:3</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I cling to your testimonies O Lord; let me not be put to shame." Psalm 119:31 ESV</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What am I clinging to? Am I tying my identity to the dust? No, I cling to Your Word, to You Jesus. My identity is based in what You say. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I will run in the way of your commandments when you enlarge my heart." Psalm 119:32 ESV</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh yes, my heart once weighed down by the dust, is now enlarged. Enlarged to run in the path of your word. I'm all out! No hesitation! No looking back, no looking inward.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Free of the dust, free of self. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">#notesalongthejourney #dust </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-67685626689897477032019-05-20T09:38:00.001-07:002019-05-20T10:07:02.793-07:00Reboot<span style="font-size: large;">Call it a reboot, a reset if you will. It's been awhile since I've written here. I've been led in different creative directions. It's been an amazing couple of years. God has opened unexpected doors and I've watched Him move in wondrous ways. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So yea it's been a minute. I feel a tug to come back to my blog and share once again. I have awesome things to share with you ahead. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Stay tuned and please visit me again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">#reboot #notesalongthejourney </span>Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-79107017534031062442017-06-28T07:47:00.001-07:002017-06-28T07:47:18.761-07:00The Ugly Curve<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">When life throws you an ugly curve, and your life changes dramatically, you start to question your purpose. You’re tempted to question God. You wonder about tomorrow. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">“I was doing well in this vocation, this ministry. What happens to the God given dreams now? Where do I go from here? Are all the doors of opportunity closed for good? Will I be stuck here the rest of my life?”</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Or, “Have I let God down? Will I ever rise from this? Am I still valuable?”</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I’ve struggled with these feelings sometimes. I’ve floundered at times. My confidence has been shaken. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I remember the ones in the Bible who experienced this. Moses, who was cast away in the wilderness, supposedly to be never heard from again. David, who was constantly on the run, living in caves. Elijah, hiding out in a cave, bowed down in depression. Jonah, in the belly of a whale in the bottom of the ocean. Peter, back in the boat fishing, convinced he is a complete failure. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">And yes, Joseph. You had to know I was getting to him right? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">When you read their stories, it encourages and builds your faith so much. Because you find out that what looked to be the “end” only was a stepping stone to a greater ministry. It ended up to be a spiritual promotion. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">God wasn’t done with them yet. He had greater plans for them. In fact, it was way beyond their imaginations wasn’t it? It went far deeper than they expected. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Because you see, spiritual promotion is far different than worldly promotion. It takes you deeper than you ever been. It pulls you closer to the Father’s heart. It tenderizes your heart. Your spiritual perception is clearer. Your spiritual appetite is more acute. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">In other words, He has your heart now like He didn’t before. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Deep intense work like this involves you letting go. You need to rest in His hands and learn from Him. Like the Potter and the clay. The clay on the spinning wheel rests in the Potter’s hand as He molds and forms the yielding clay into something beautiful. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">The clay doesn’t rise up and ask the Potter, “what are you doing? And why are you doing it this way?” </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Beloved, please know that the Potter knows the plans He has for you. He can and will make something beautiful of you. You are valuable to Him. This season you are in now is only a preparation for what is to come. Your character is being formed now. Because of your trust, you will be a powerful vessel in His hands. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Nothing can sway His intentions for you. Joseph himself said this to his brothers, “You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.” </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">He is entrusting others to you. There are needy lives you will touch and point to Jesus. Do you understand why this deep inner work is so needed? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I am realizing this in my life as well. God gives me glimpses sometimes to remind me of my purpose. I’m still a beautiful vessel in His hands. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Know beloved, that you are valuable and beautiful to Him. You will testify to His goodness and faithfulness. The ones you touch will too. </span></span></div>
Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-72504227778814917952017-06-19T07:11:00.002-07:002017-06-19T07:13:14.210-07:00Don't Get Ugly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I’ve developed a personal rule to allow myself to complain or whine one time. Just once I’ll indulge myself. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I’ve been around people, and I’m sure you have too, that indulge a little too much, if you know what I mean. I don’t want people hiding from me when they see me coming. So I’ve chose to do this. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Because it’s slowly occurred to me that I can spread seeds of negativity pretty easily. Notice that I say slowly. It’s hard to learn this, because we all are rather selfish if you want to be honest about it. At least I am learning right? Better to be growing and maturing in my spiritual walk, then to still be a miserable old cow, (yes I said it!) when I’m in my 80’s. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">And I say easy, because it is so much easier to focus on yourself and indulge in self pity. It’s remarkably easy to spread poison around. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Again, it comes down to a choice. It always seems to don’t it? I can choose to go around and whine, gripe, and rage to whoever will listen about what a victim I am, how mistreated I am. Or I can stand up and be the woman of grace that I truly am. Because I’ve been given Grace. I am remarkably blessed. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Instead of seeing the weeds in the garden of life, I want to see the beautiful flowers. I want to plant the flowers. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">If you want butterflies, you must plant flowers. If you are focused on garbage, you get flies. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">As I’ve studied the life of Joseph, it became glaringly true that he didn’t allow the ugliness to diminish his integrity. He left such an impression on those around him by his character and diligence. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Think about it; here’s the favorite son, who’s been doted on, now a slave. He’s doing menial work. The Bible says clearly that Potiphar was so impressed with Joseph that he entrusted his whole household to him. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Then Potiphar’s floozie wife slanders him and gets him thrown into prison. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">But in the prison, Joseph still shined. It says that the warden eventually put Joseph in charge of those imprisoned. He entrusted him with everything. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">When a person has been mistreated, and reduced to such a lowly position, the temptation is strong to not give a care. Why even try? Just do enough to slide by. Who’s going to care anyway? What difference does it make if I don’t give an effort.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Joseph didn’t do that. He did more than just work hard, he proved to be trustworthy. I don’t think it would be a stretch to say that he was a joy to be around. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">And it’s obvious he didn’t bend everybody’s ear to spread negative poison around either. Although who could blame him if he did? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Very sobering stuff I know right? You can understand now why he has been such an inspiration to me. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">As I was pondering on these things, and writing this blog, I thought of the passage in Romans 7.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>“I've tried everything and nothing helps. I'm at the end of my rope. Is there no one who can do anything for me? Isn't that the real question? The answer, thank God, is that Jesus Christ can and does. He acted to set things right in this life of contradictions where I want to serve God with all my heart and mind, but am pulled by the influence of sin to do something totally different.” The Message</i></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">The pull of self is very strong as you know. But thank God, It doesn’t have me in a stranglehold. I’m not helpless in its pull. I need Him so badly. He’s the Vine to my branch. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Because of Him, I don't have to be ugly, just because life is ugly. </span></span></div>
Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-55980411333816241732017-06-04T15:51:00.000-07:002017-06-04T15:51:02.325-07:00False Impressions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>False impression....an idea formed in the mind that is based on mistaken ideas. Not genuine or real. Intended to be misleading or deceptive.</i> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">“Don’t go into that department, the women there aren’t very friendly and they don’t want to be bothered.” </span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">These words were spoken to my friend from her boss. She was told these women were chilly and hateful. So she believed this and stayed away. If she had to venture into this department, she approached reluctantly, expecting the worst.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Slowly over time, she began to spend a little more time with these women as she did her job in that area. A discovery was made that changed her perspective. These women were not chilly and hateful. As a matter of fact, they were rather nice. Friendly and approachable. Nothing at all like she was told. And so a relationship was formed.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">False impressions can be damaging. It keeps us from potential friendships or relationships. And it’s all based on lies. We believe a lie about somebody and then keep them at arms length.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">We never explore the truth about them. But if we dare to do so, usually we find out that we were mislead. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">So what is your impression about God? How do you feel about Him? Is it based on what you have been told? Has it been shaped from your circumstances? From what someone posted on Facebook, or what the media portrays? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Did you ever consider that you may be pushing Him away because of false impressions? We do have an enemy of our souls. And our enemy hisses lies into our ears coaxing us to doubt God.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">“He can’t be trusted.” </span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">“He doesn’t care about you.” </span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">“He will strike you down.” </span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">“You’re not good enough for Him”</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">“You messed up your life too much” </span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">“You’re not worth the trouble.” </span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">“There’s no hope for anything better.”</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">“This is as good as it will get.”</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">And so on and so forth. I’ve heard it all myself. And yes I believed some of those lies too. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Just like my friend who stayed away from the “hateful” women, I have pushed God away. I have doubted Him. I believed lies about myself. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">These are false impressions, a deception from the pit of hell to keep you and me from knowing, really knowing God. Because when you really know Him, it changes everything. The blinders are removed from your eyes and your whole perspective changes. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">To know Him personally is liberating. It is freedom. Otherwise you are walking around believing a lie. Robbed of the most important relationship you will ever have. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">The truth is that you were created to have a relationship with God. And nothing or nobody will ever be sufficient. The aching and emptiness remains. And so we attempt to fill it anyway we can. And still we yearn. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">He’s standing at the door of your heart, knocking. He has a place for you at His table. Sweet communion awaits you. Don’t push Him away because of your false impressions. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I guarantee that you will never regret giving your heart to Him. </span></span></div>
Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-31483947348720578622017-05-17T07:16:00.001-07:002017-05-17T07:20:20.189-07:00Disappointments <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">As the Cupbearer left the prison, he gave a thumbs up. “It won’t be long now. You’ll be out soon!” For the first time in a long time, Joseph’s hopes were surging. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">This was surely a “God” thing right? He sent this erstwhile cupbearer across his path in the prison. The cupbearer had a dream, and God gave Joseph the meaning. The cupbearer would be freed and retain his position. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">It happened just as God said. He urged the cupbearer to plead his case before Pharaoh. “Remember me and show me kindness. Mention me to Pharaoh and get me out of this prison. I was forcibly carried off from the land of the Hebrews, and even here I have done nothing to deserve being put in a dungeon.”</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Every morning he work up with anticipation. Would this be the day? He expected any day now to walk out of here. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">But days and weeks pass and nothing happens. A sad commentary is Genesis 40:23; “The Chief Cupbearer, however did not remember Joseph, he forgot him.” </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">One disappointment is bad enough, but when you get hit numerous times it can take a toll. It can become a mindset. You get used to being let down, the second option, forgotten about, ignored. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">You learn new habits: keep your expectations low, close yourself in, tuck in another hurt. After all, you have to protect yourself from another hurt. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">And it’s just a short step from disappointment with people to disappointment with God. We pray for God to move in our favor. That He would change people’s hearts toward us. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Do you think Joseph prayed passionately in the prison? “Please God, make the Cupbearer remember me. Get me out of here. Move on my behalf.” </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Yes, God did use the Cupbearer, and yes, He did answer Joseph’s prayers. Just not in the way Joseph imagined. It was “beyond what we can ask for or imagine” wasn’t it? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">In my opinion, disappointment has to be a favorite weapon of the enemy. Perhaps there are those who are indifferent; they can just brush it off. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">But I’m sure they are in the minority. And believe me, I’m not one of them. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The truth of the matter is, if you are walking around on this earth, eventually you will face disappointment. It is inevitable. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">So where does our security lie? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">“The chief cupbearer however did not remember Joseph, he forgot him.” </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Yes, people can forget. People can be fickle. Was the Cupbearer purposely out to get Joseph? No I’m sure he wasn’t. He forgot. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I forget. I let people down. Do you? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">You may feel completely forgotten, that even God has forgotten. But this is not so. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">He does not treat you as the world does. He alone is your resting place. Your security. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Psalm 27:10 says, “ Though my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me” Isaiah 49:16, “See I have engraved you on the palms of My hands; your walls are ever before me.” </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Tomorrow is unknown to us. But we can walk in confidence and authority because God is in our tomorrows. He is already there and will be sufficient for us. </span></span></div>
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Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-26248432607136068372017-05-11T06:47:00.001-07:002017-05-11T06:52:16.548-07:00Rambling Thursdays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I’m sharing another travel location on today’s Rambling Thursdays edition. If you enjoy antiques, flea markets, food, cheese, anything Amish made; then Holmes County Ohio is for you. Click <a href="http://www.visitamishcountry.com/" target="_blank">here</a> for a website full of information. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Holmes county has gentle rolling hills with neat as a pin farms. Charming villages dot the county. We spent an enjoyable weekend. I would go back again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Millersburg is the centerpiece of the county. It is a quant town with plenty of shopping. You could easily spend a day here. Other nearby towns are Sugarcreek, Berlin, and other tiny villages. <a href="http://www.visitamishcountry.com/Learn/Maps" target="_blank">Click here</a> for maps. Each town has something for you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We stayed overnight in Millersburg. Click <a href="http://www.visitamishcountry.com/Sleep" target="_blank">Here</a> for a list of options. There are plenty of hotels or bed and breakfasts. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">If you can’t find food, cheese or a baked item, there’s a problem. These wonderful items are Everywhere! The hard choice will be what to eat now and what to take home. Make sure you bring a cooler. You will bring stuff home to enjoy later. Here is a list of all</span><span style="font-size: large;"> <a href="http://www.visitamishcountry.com/Eat%C2%A0" target="_blank">Amish Fare</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We ate at <a href="http://www.chaletinthevalley.com/" target="_blank">Chalet in the Valley</a>, which as the name suggests sits in a beautiful valley. Right across from the restaurant is a cheese house, just in case you didn’t get that cheese fix yet. They serve authentic Swiss and Austrian cuisine. The building alone looked like it belonged in Switzerland. The food was really good. Highly recommend it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The county is full of antique shops, flea markets and various other shops. You will find something to buy. I guarantee it! <a href="http://www.visitamishcountry.com/Shop" target="_blank">Here</a> is a shopping guide. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While you are in the area you must visit <a href="https://www.lehmans.com/lehmans-retail-store" target="_blank">Lehman's</a> in Kidron, which is just to the Northeast of Millersburg. The 35,000 square feet store is a unique shopping experience. There are items here that you will not see anywhere else. Plan to visit for awhile, it’s that big! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just to the west off of US 30 is Orrville, home of <a href="http://www.jmsmucker.com/smuckers-corporate/smuckers-store-orrville" target="_blank">Smucker</a>s.Yes, the jam. They have an awesome store. We’ve been here a few times and always leave with a bag full of goodies. There’s a cafe where you can get a toasted PB&J with of course... Smuckers jelly. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As you can see, this is a wonderful getaway to enjoy great food and shopping. Perhaps not so much for kids, although we did drive up to Canton to the Football Hall of Fame. Since both of us are huge football fans, we loved it. Kids would love this. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">I highly recommend visiting Holmes County. We loved our time there and would go back. Happy Vacation Planning! </span>Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-20614428595029354712017-05-01T07:08:00.003-07:002017-05-01T07:08:43.297-07:00The Pregnant Pause<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm sharing this blog post from a few years ago. It encouraged me this morning. I want you to know that in whatever season you may be in, that God has not forgotten you. It is not a wasted season in His plan. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pregnant Pause: A pause that gives the impression that it will be followed by something significant. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Since we have a DVR, I love the pause button. It comes in quite handy when a interruption breaks up a great show or scene. Instead of missing out, I can pick up the remote and click pause. After tending to the interruption, I can click play and pick up right where I left off. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Needless to say, this has transformed my TV viewing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could apply this to life? If we could pause those nasty interruptions that barge into our lives? Better yet, if we could click play and go back to the much longed for days we had before? A nice thought, but alas it can never be. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I read the definition of a pregnant pause this morning. The pause I’m in right now doesn’t feel like a pregnant pause. I honestly feel sometimes nothing significant will come from this. Perhaps you feel the same way about yours. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Do you think Joseph felt that his situation was a pregnant pause? We all know that yes, something very significant happened at the end. But in the middle of a pause, the outlook can be quite grim sometimes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Somewhere along the way, Joseph began to see that God had him and this situation well in hand. Genesis 45:5-8 reveals his awesome faith in his God. Listen to what he said when he revealed himself to his brothers:</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"> “And now, do not be distressed and do not be angry with yourselves for selling me here, because it was to save lives that God sent me ahead of you. For two years now there has been famine in the land, and for the next five years there will not be plowing and reaping. But God sent me ahead of you to preserve for you a remnant on earth and to save your lives by a great deliverance. "So then, it was not you who sent me here, but God."</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Reading this really elevates your faith doesn’t it? When you know your purpose and whose hand is on your life, the interruptions of life will not sway you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">It also means that the pauses of life aren’t wasted seasons. We don’t just endure this “wasted” season of our lives until favorable conditions return. There isn’t a pause in His presence, His grace, in His purpose for us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">God is working now. He is preparing our hearts. Changing us from the inside out. Easing the bitterness out of the wound, and creating a tender heart. He is blessing others through us now. Yes even now in this pregnant pause. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Joseph was a blessing to his master, and to his fellow prisoners. God used him powerfully in the middle of the pause. But you and I have to let Him do this don’t we? It’s alway a choice isn’t it? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I don’t always want to choose the right way. The old twisted sister would love to wallow around in self pity, moan and groan to whoever will listen about my sad lot in life, indulge in those ugly thoughts, and just be miserable to everybody. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Like David, I’m speaking to myself the truth. That my God is still at work now. His purpose for me has not ended. I can be a blessing now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This isn’t just a pause, an interruption. It’s a pregnant pause. Because of the faithfulness of my God, something significant will happen. </span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">The Maker of heaven and earth, the sea, and everything in them-- the LORD, who remains faithful forever. Psalm 146:6 NIV</span></i>Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-30577786060863818892017-04-24T07:18:00.002-07:002017-04-24T07:26:26.479-07:00Identity Scam<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I became a victim of identity theft a few months ago. In spite of all we did to protect ourselves, nevertheless this happened at my husband’s job by a fake email scam. Because I recently worked there, my Social Security number was stolen, along with many others. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">As a result our lives will probably be altered from now on. We had to freeze our credit reports and keep a watchful eye on all our accounts. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I had to make an inconvenient trip to an IRS office to clear my identity, which meant gathering written proof of who I am. Social Security card, Driver License, Tax Returns, Birth Certificate, Bills, etc...</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Thankfully the IRS agent was very helpful and cleared it all up. After looking over all my proof, there was no doubt of who I am. He couldn’t deny the truth after that.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">My identity may be in doubt. I may have to prove it again. Another trip to the IRS may be in order in the years to come. But I’ll just pull out the proof again and hopefully it will be cleared up. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I have my own unique identity, which has been formed since my birth. Formed from my surroundings, circumstances, and my choices. What is my identity? What do I believe about myself? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I don’t know about you, but I’ve had my own identity scams. Lies I believed about myself. Negative garbage I’ve heard, or perceived about myself. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">“You’re not loved”, “You’ll never amount to much,” “You’re ugly”, “You will always be a victim”, “You can’t rise above this”..and so on and so forth. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I can’t change my past. I can’t go back and undo the pain. I can’t retrace my steps, my choices. Ugly things have been done and said to me. I have the scars to prove it. So is this to be my lot in life? Is this my identity? Will it define me forever?</span></span></div>
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My friend, if we are believing these lies about ourselves, then it is a identity scam. It’s a scam to get us to live way beneath ourselves. To live short of our God given potential. The cold iron links of lies can chain us for years. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">But it doesn’t have to be like that. My God is a God of redemption. He can free the captive heart. He restores the pain. He can heal those open wounds. I can testify to His great power to do this. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">He healed and restored me completely. The chains have been broken and I am free. He longs to do the same for you. If you let Him. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes an identity crisis can happen. Doubt and fear harasses me and I question myself. But I have written proof. Proof that shuts up even the enemy of my soul. It’s the truth that can’t be denied. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">The Word of God tells me, <i>“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away, the new has come!” 2 Corinthians 5:17 </i></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m not merely renovated, I’m transformed. A new creature. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> “For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” Ephesians 2:10</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">How can I question the Potter of the clay, “Oh I’ll never amount to anything?” I am His workmanship and I am beautiful in His eyes. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">“In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace.” Ephesians 1:7</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">In and through Jesus I have restoration and redemption. He has lavished His grace on me. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I’ve only shared three verses. I could fill pages and pages of promises. Written proof that will clear up any identity scam. It is the Word of God that has the power to transform our minds, the way we think. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">“What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.” Romans 8:31-34</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Summer is fast approaching and I’m sure some of you are planning vacations or long weekends. So I’ll be giving you some ideas on my Rambling Thursdays. Today I’m talking about Parke County Indiana. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Of course Parke county is known for <a href="https://www.turkeyrunstatepark.com/" target="_blank">Turky Run</a> State Park. This is an awesome state park. Sugar Creek runs through the middle of the park. A suspension bridge adjoining each side. Awesome hiking, some of it rugged. It has a beautiful inn, horseback riding, campground, swimming pool, and nature center. You can easily spend a few days in the park, if you so desire. But there’s much more to do in Parke County. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">If you love antiques, there’s plenty of shops for you. <a href="http://www.coveredbridges.com/poi/topic/99/antiques%20%26%20variety%20stores" target="_blank">Click here for a list</a>. Of course Parke county is the epicenter for the Covered Bridge festival every October. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Yes, Parke County is known for their covered bridges. Here's a <a href="http://www.coveredbridges.com/poi/topic/61/covered%20bridges" target="_blank">list</a>, and also </span><span style="font-size: large;">a </span><a href="http://www.coveredbridges.com/map/" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">link</a><span style="font-size: large;"> to a map. They are </span><span style="font-size: large;">all unique and quite beautiful. It makes for an enjoyable country drive to visit them.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Rockville is the county seat. It is a very small town, but there are a few nice restaurants and plenty of antique shops. The county is full of tiny towns, but <a href="http://bridgetonmill.com/" target="_blank">Bridgeton</a> is probably my favorite town to visit. There’s a beautiful covered bridge and a grist mill on the creek. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Parke county has plenty of options for lodging. Motels, cabins, camping and bed n breakfasts. Here's a </span><a href="http://www.coveredbridges.com/poi/topic/68/inns%20n%20motels" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">list</a><span style="font-size: large;"> of what is available.</span></div>
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Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-2028713683665163272017-03-27T14:50:00.001-07:002017-03-27T14:50:35.737-07:00Willing Savior Pt 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">There in the garden, they had Him surrounded. The betrayer did the dirty deed through an intimate kiss. Now they closed ranks to seize Him.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> Put your sword back. People who live by the sword die by the sword. Surely you realize that if I called on My Father, He would send 12 legions of messengers to rescue Me. But if I were to do that, I would be thwarting the scriptural story, wouldn’t I? And we must allow the story of God’s kingdom to unfold. </span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Why did you bring these weapons, these clubs and bats? Did you think I would fight you? That I would try to dodge and escape like a common criminal? You could have arrested Me any day when I was teaching in the temple, but you didn’t.</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">This scene has come together just so, so that the prophecies in the sacred Scripture could be fulfilled. Matthew 26:52-56 The Voice Bible</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Get ready...hold on to your seats! Because this is a powerful life changing truth. Jesus wasn’t forced to die. He could have stopped it. He could have called down armies of angels to clean house. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">He did it willingly. The Almighty God allowed Himself to be betrayed, led away and killed. He was a willing, suffering Savior. Jesus entered my hot mess of a life. He dove deep in my pain and suffering; Felt. it. all.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">So this begs the question...if He was willing to suffer and die for me, then how much more is He willing to transform my life? And how willing is He to love me? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">And that is where it gets difficult sometimes. Because to be honest I don’t feel worthy to be loved like that. I am well aware of how unlovely I can be. The enemy of my soul hisses in my ear that I am not worth it. He could never love me. Ugly thoughts harass and torment me. But that’s not the truth is it?</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The life changing truth is that we’re not talking about mere human love. This is God’s love. His love isn’t a “soft”, “mushy”, “fickle” kind of love. His love is fiery, passionate, and righteous. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">He never began to love you. He has always loved you. And He will never stop loving you. “<i>I have loved you with an everlasting love.” Jeremiah 31:3 </i></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">He loved you without beginning, before years and centuries and millenniums can be counted, your name was on His heart. Eternal thoughts of love have been in God’s bosom towards you. He has loved you without pause. There was never a minute in which He did not love you. Your name once engraved on the palm of His hands has never been erased. Nor will He ever blot it out of the book of life. </span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Since you have been in this world He has loved you most patiently. You have often provoked Him. You have rebelled against Him times without number, yet He has never stopped the outflow of His heart towards you. And, blessed be His name, He never will! You are His and you always shall be His. Jesus says, "Because I live, you shall live also." God's love to you is without boundary. He could not love you more, for He loves you like a God—and He never will love you less. All His heart belongs to you. "As the Father has loved Me," says Jesus, "even so have I loved you."</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">This transforming, powerful love changed my life forever. I don’t understand it. I even question it at times. Nevertheless, He has my heart. This is what you and I were created for. No other will fill our emptiness. </span></span></div>
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Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-1522888451028406522017-03-17T08:36:00.002-07:002017-03-17T08:36:37.957-07:00Willing Savior Pt 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">We all have our own unique cross to bear. We each have burdens, sufferings, and painful situations. Most of the time we don’t have a choice. We can’t avoid it. We just shoulder it and go on. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">But if you were to give me a choice? Would I choose to suffer? To go through pain? No thank you. I would never choose to do so. I want to avoid it if I can. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">But what about carrying someone else’s cross? Shouldering someone else’s burdens and pain? Well, I can help a little. But no matter how much I love them, and want to help, I’m only human. I can only do so much. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">But if I could do it, would I do it willingly? That’s a tough question. I don’t know if I would, to be honest. Sometimes with the ones I love the best, I may feel like I would. I don’t like to see them suffer. Or anyone for that matter. But what about someone who deserves punishment? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Would I take someone else’s punishment for a crime I didn’t commit? I may feel like a noble, good person, but deep down...I just don’t know if I would do that. After all, sometimes they just plain deserve it. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Well.....I deserved punishment. I am guilty of sin. I was Simon Peter who fell at Jesus feet and cried, “<i>Depart from me, for I am a sinful man.” Luke 5:8 </i> I was Judas who betrayed Him for coin. I was much worse. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I was born into sin. Nobody had to teach me how to sin, I just did it. It was my nature. It rose up within me, like a underground spring. You can’t cap this. So what’s the answer? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Do all the good works I can to gain God’s favor? Follow all the rules to a T? Go to church every time the door opens? Give all my money to charity? Or just turn a cold shoulder to God and pretend I don’t care? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> I realize that I don’t have what it takes. I can will it, but I can’t do it. I decide to do good, but I don’t really do it; I decide not to do bad, but then I do it anyway. My decisions, such as they are, don’t result in actions. Something has gone wrong deep within me and gets the better of me every time.</i></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">It happens so regularly that it’s predictable. The moment I decide to do good, sin is there to trip me up. I truly delight in God’s commands, but it’s pretty obvious that not all of me joins in that delight. Parts of me covertly rebel, and just when I least expect it, they take charge.</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">I’ve tried everything and nothing helps. I’m at the end of my rope. Is there no one who can do anything for me? Isn’t that the real question?</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The answer, thank God, is that Jesus Christ can and does. He acted to set things right in this life of contradictions where I want to serve God with all my heart and mind, but am pulled by the influence of sin to do something totally different. Romans 6:17-25 The Message Bible</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">With the arrival of Jesus, the Messiah, that fateful dilemma is resolved. Those who enter into Christ’s being-here-for-us no longer have to live under a continuous, low-lying black cloud. A new power is in operation. The Spirit of life in Christ, like a strong wind, has magnificently cleared the air, freeing you from a fated lifetime of brutal tyranny at the hands of sin and death.</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">God went for the jugular when he sent his own Son. He didn’t deal with the problem as something remote and unimportant. In his Son, Jesus, he personally took on the human condition, entered the disordered mess of struggling humanity in order to set it right once and for all. The law code, weakened as it always was by fractured human nature, could never have done that. Romans 8:1-4 The Message Bible</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Dear friend, let this soak in your spirit. Drink it in. It stirs my spirit. Jesus entered my hot mess of a life and took my punishment. He dove deep in my pain and suffering; Felt. it. all. He set me free. I now have a spring of life, bubbling up within me. Wholeness, joy and peace. </span></span></div>
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Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-3583720533998554732017-03-09T07:10:00.002-08:002017-03-09T07:10:16.232-08:00Rambling Thursdays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m primarily a flower gardener, yet I love my vegetable garden as well. Flowers are my passion. I’m willing to try new species. I’ve had some fail miserably and others prove a lovely surprise. I keep track of these successes and failures in a journal I’ve kept for about five years now. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">The journal is great for collecting pictures, store tags, and any useful information. I even have a section for garden quotes. I highly recommend it. In today’s Rambling Thursday’s edition, I thought I would share some ideas for your garden this summer. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Anise hyssop: </b>This is my favorite flower. The flowers are pretty lavender spires. Other colors may be available. Very easy to grow, in fact, it thrives just about anywhere. I’ve transplanted a few plants from one flower. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">It can get a bit tall, so it’s a good back of the border plant. The leaves smell like licorice. Another plus...the butterflies and bees adore it. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Coral Bells: </b>I’ve grown to love these plants. They are similar to Hostas, only smaller and more colorful. Beautiful foliage and some have delicate flowers. They grow in partial to full shade. Easy to grow. They are small, squat plants, so you’ll have to put them in front. There are many varieties and colors. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Catmint: </b>I discovered this flower a few years ago. Fragrant leaves and purple spires. You can’t go wrong with this one. Very easy to grow. Loves full sun, but probably partial shade will be fine. It will bloom until fall. It’s a small plant, but will widen, so give it room. Butterflies and bees love it. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Butterfly Bush: </b>If you love lilacs, you’ll love Butterfly bushes. It’s a woody plant that produces small lilac like flowers. Once planted, they will establish themselves for years in your garden. They will get tall and wide. Full sun is needed. If you deadhead the spent flowers, it will continue to bloom into late summer/early fall. You will need to prune it back at the end of the season. Hummingbirds, butterflies and bees love this plant. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">There are a few different kinds, so I would do my research online before you buy. They are beginning to show signs of growth now, so they aren’t exactly delicate in our Indiana winters. I don’t regret planting them. They are beautiful. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Peony: </b>Of course you must have Peonies! What would spring be without their beautiful, mop head flowers? And wow, so fragrant! They don’t like to be moved about, so make sure to plant them in an well established spot. But once you planted them, that’s about all the work you’ll have to do. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Coneflowers: </b>I love these daisy like flowers. Again, very easy to grow, transplants well, and blooms till fall. Many different colors to choose from. I have many and can’t resist another pretty face when I see one at my local greenhouse. You can’t go wrong with a coneflower. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">All the flowers I’ve listed above are Perennials. They will come back year after year. They’ve been my proven favorites through the years. Start a bed with these in it and you’ll have a great flower garden. Don’t be afraid to try new ones though. Do your research first and go for it. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">In my last blog, I revealed an intimate picture of a God who isn’t distant and uncaring, but whose heart beats for you. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">This same God desires to give you a purpose for living. He not only wants you to thrive here in the land of the living, but more wonderfully, even beyond death.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">That’s hard to picture sometimes in the here and now. I’ve had a painful past and have the scars to prove it. I experience pain and sorrow now. Just because I am a Believer doesn’t mean I’m exempt from that. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">You may come up and ask, “How are you Deb?”. I honestly can’t say, “Completely satisfied and overflowing with joy!” </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">To be clear, I have a “joy unspeakable” deep within that cannot be shaken. I have peace with God, through Jesus’ work on the cross. God’s spirit dwells within me. He has lavished His grace on me and I am a very blessed woman.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Yet I live in a broken world. Life can be difficult and messy. It can be downright painful at times. But there is an awesome, powerful truth in all this and I want to share it with you:</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> And face it—if there’s no resurrection for Christ, everything we’ve told you is smoke and mirrors, and everything you’ve staked your life on is smoke and mirrors. Not only that, but we would be guilty of telling a string of barefaced lies about God, all these affidavits we passed on to you verifying that God raised up Christ—sheer fabrications, if there’s no resurrection.</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>If corpses can’t be raised, then Christ wasn’t, because he was indeed dead. And if Christ weren’t raised, then all you’re doing is wandering about in the dark, as lost as ever. It’s even worse for those who died hoping in Christ and resurrection, because they’re already in their graves. I</i><b><i>f all we get out of Christ is a little inspiration for a few short years, we’re a pretty sorry lot.</i></b><i> But the truth is that Christ has been raised up, the first in a long legacy of those who are going to leave the cemeteries.</i></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Do you see the passage I marked bold? “<i>If all we get out of Christ is a little inspiration for a few short years, we’re a pretty sorry lot.”</i></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Is this all there is to life? To live approximately 80 years and poof, die. The end? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">As a believer, is it all about stamping my ticket to heaven? I’m on my way there and that’s all that matters? Just passing time until I die? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">No, a thousand times no! Look at what Jesus said to His disciples when in a gush of faith they said, <i>“We believe that You came from God.” </i></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Jesus answered them, “Do you finally believe? In fact, you’re about to make a run for it—saving your own skins and abandoning me. But I’m not abandoned. The Father is with me. I’ve told you all this so that trusting me, you will be unshakable and assured, deeply at peace. In this godless world you will continue to experience difficulties. But take heart! I’ve conquered the world.” John 16:32-33 The Message Bible</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">In a few short hours, Jesus would experience the cross. But the cross was not the end. He did overcome, not just for Himself, but for us. If there was not a resurrection, we would be a most miserable people and life would be meaningless. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">But thank God, He did rise victorious! And this has powerful ramifications for us if we would believe. It means that we don’t have to live in despair. Even through the difficulties, we will be unshakable, assured and at peace just like Jesus promised. It means that His presence and power will be at work in and through us, even in pain and suffering. In this broken and messed up world we have an abiding, unwavering hope. <i>In all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. Romans 8:37</i></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You know for yourselves that we’re not much to look at. We’ve been surrounded and battered by troubles, but we’re not demoralized; we’re not sure what to do, but we know that God knows what to do; we’ve been spiritually terrorized, but God hasn’t left our side; we’ve been thrown down, but we haven’t broken.....So we’re not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There’s far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can’t see now will last forever. </span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There's so much more to life than you know. Without Jesus, you are missing out on <i>Real Life. </i>Because He is <i>Life Everlasting. </i>Life in the here and now, and beyond the grave. </span></div>
Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-80527752580150424942017-02-18T14:27:00.000-08:002017-02-18T14:27:01.930-08:00Who is this God?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">You know, oftentimes I have preconceived ideas about people I meet. I judge them from face value and determine things that in all likelihood aren’t true. It takes effort and time to get to know people. Kind of like a onion, we peel back the onions layer by layer until we see that deep down we all struggle with the same stuff and carry much the same baggage.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I think we do the same thing with God. What are your preconceived ideas about Him? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Is God unapproachable and distant? Does He care about me? Do I need to go through a bunch of rituals and follow a slew of rules to gain His love? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I recently read a powerful verse in the tiny book of Zephaniah that hopefully causes us to rethink any ideas we have about God.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">A picture comes into my mind of a parent holding a child. Quieting it’s cries, singing a lullaby and just holding it close. It’s a intimate scene. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">When anxieties and fears harass me, when I’m at a low ebb, when I feel rejected and unloved, I can crawl into His arms and allow Him to hold me close. I can let go and know peace, security and a strong love. He holds me tight through it all. He quiets me with His love. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Be still and know that I am God. I’ve got you and will not let go. I am enough for you. </span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">He is always there. That’s never the question. The question is...”Will I go after Him? Will I let Him love me? Will I let Him close? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Sadly, sometimes I will muddle along until I finally go to Him. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">But what especially blows my mind is this idea that He rejoices over me. OVER. ME. How can this be? </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m so quick to scrutinize myself, to pore over shortcomings and weaknesses. And here He looks at me in this way? No words people. How do you explain this? It’s a wonder to be loved like this. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">You can push Him away, curse His name, and even shake your fist at Him. Hey, He went through much worse on the cross. He still loves you with a relentless love. He’s still as close as your breath. and will come running when you finally give up and allow Him to love you. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">When you do, I guarantee you, sure enough as my name is Deb that you’ll finally find your soul mate. Cause He is the only One who is. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You have said, “Seek my face.” My heart says to You, Your face Lord, do I seek. Psalm 27:8</span></i></span></div>
Flowergirl.55http://www.blogger.com/profile/08029994037328637169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884624695682680428.post-26949467838004658622017-02-11T14:51:00.003-08:002017-02-11T17:44:21.161-08:00The Broken Vessel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">The Israelites were desperate for deliverance. Exodus 2:23 tells us they were groaning for it. Crying out in prayer. The Egyptians were unrelenting slave masters.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">In verse 24 it says God heard their groaning. God saw and remembered His promise. He knew. And He had just the person to lead them out. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">This man He picked? A fugitive. A murderer. But also familiar with the Egyptian royal courts. Adopted by a princess. Now fallen out of favor and a obscure shepherd on the far side of the desert. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">This was the man handpicked by God Almighty to save His people? When encountered by God at the burning bush, Moses didn’t even want the job. He argued with God. He cringed in doubt and fear. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">But he humbled himself and God used him powerfully. He was the answer for the Israelites. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Moses has always been one of my favorite people in the Bible. I guess because I’ve struggled much the same way. We tend to think of Moses as this self-confident, fearless and assertive guy. But you know, when you read Exodus chapters 3-4 you may think otherwise. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">He spends all of chapter 3 and part of 4 arguing with God about why he can’t do it. In fact he says, “I’m not eloquent, either in the past or since you have spoken to me, but I am slow of speech and of tongue.” Finally he even says, Oh, my Lord please send someone else.” </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">Yea, I see myself here. The Word once again is a mirror, shining it’s light into my heart. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Word tells me that I am a Temple of the Lord walking around. He lives in me by His Spirit. But yet there seems to be a paradox sometimes. I am weak and insecure at times, I certainly am “slow of speech” too. Doubts can flare up. I feel rather inadequate. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Why me Lord? Why did You choose me? </span></i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">I don’t have the answer for that. But like Moses, I just have to give myself, flaws and all, and know He is enough. He is powerful enough to shine through my weaknesses, my brokenness. Hopefully you will see more of Him, less of me. See His beauty outshine my flaws. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: large;">The bottom line is that He came for broken people. The ones crying out for freedom and deliverance. He hears the groaning of your heart. <i>And He hears. He cares. </i></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And so it was with me, brothers and sisters. When I came to you, I did not come with eloquence or human wisdom as I proclaimed to you the testimony about God. For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. I came to you in weakness with great fear and trembling. My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words, but with a demonstration of the Spirit’s power, so that your faith might not rest on human wisdom, but on God’s power. 1 Corinthians 2:1-5</span></i></span></div>
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