A cheerful look brings joy to the heart, and good news health to the bones. Proverbs 15:30 NIV
As usual this time of year can be full of Joy Killers. Things that like to sneak in and steal away any joy we try to have as we approach the celebration of the birth of our Savior.
A husband's extended stay in the hospital and rehab center. Parents unexpectedly going to the hospital. Children who get sick or experiencing some unusual pain.
Sometimes it's hard to find joy among all the sorrow.
These last couple of weeks instead of kids behaving better they seemed to be getting worse. They are trying my patience. I mean they just don't want to listen and then insult me behind my back. Still there have been moments of joy:
"Oh, Ms. Diana's the best day care lady ever."
One of the moms brought me flowers, not for Christmas just because she wanted to thank me.
Seeing the kids perform in the Christmas play, the one God guided me to write.
Last night getting through my clogging dance with out falling or messing up to bad.
When we saw the couple portraying Mary and Joseph and holding their newborn child.
So even though there is Joy Killers lurking and stress is building; I can have Joy knowing that joy's there right in the midst of it all.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
WAY
And now I will show you the most excellent way. 1 Corinthians 12:31b NIV
Admit it deep down inside you want your way. I mean I know I do, it just makes things easier when I get my way.
If we were to think about it, we are born wanting our way. We fussed we wanted to eat. We fussed when we didn't want to sleep. We fused because, well, just because. Babies have a knack for getting their way.
Soon though we learn that the wonderful world doesn't actually revolve around us. That other people can have a turn. That sometimes we have to wait to eat. That the best temper tantrum or pouty lip doesn't get us our way.
Learning to yield to another person's idea is one of the things we have to deal with in order to grow up and mature into, dare I say the word, adult.
There's a way even better than some one's else's idea. After all He has good plans for us. He knows everything.
I am sure Mary had a plan for her life. She would marry Joseph raise a few kids and gladly stay in Nazareth living her days. Instead, she let God have His way. She was willing to do what God asked of her.
She under went the ridicule, the stares that went with being pregnant before Joseph and her were married. She left her family and friends to travel to Bethlehem while very pregnant. She had to flee and live in another country for awhile just to keep this child safe. Then when this child grew into a man she eventually had to watch him die an agonizing death.
She could of had her way. She could have stuck to her plan. Instead she let God have His way and it made all the difference for each of us.
Will you let God show you the most excellent way?
Admit it deep down inside you want your way. I mean I know I do, it just makes things easier when I get my way.
If we were to think about it, we are born wanting our way. We fussed we wanted to eat. We fussed when we didn't want to sleep. We fused because, well, just because. Babies have a knack for getting their way.
Soon though we learn that the wonderful world doesn't actually revolve around us. That other people can have a turn. That sometimes we have to wait to eat. That the best temper tantrum or pouty lip doesn't get us our way.
Learning to yield to another person's idea is one of the things we have to deal with in order to grow up and mature into, dare I say the word, adult.
There's a way even better than some one's else's idea. After all He has good plans for us. He knows everything.
I am sure Mary had a plan for her life. She would marry Joseph raise a few kids and gladly stay in Nazareth living her days. Instead, she let God have His way. She was willing to do what God asked of her.
She under went the ridicule, the stares that went with being pregnant before Joseph and her were married. She left her family and friends to travel to Bethlehem while very pregnant. She had to flee and live in another country for awhile just to keep this child safe. Then when this child grew into a man she eventually had to watch him die an agonizing death.
She could of had her way. She could have stuck to her plan. Instead she let God have His way and it made all the difference for each of us.
Will you let God show you the most excellent way?
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
HOPE
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13 NIV
We begin the time of year where we have a hope of what may be under the Christmas tree. True there are a couple of things I hope to get, but there is more to hope than a present under the tree.
Sometimes things happen to make us feel less hopeful: a death of a loved one, a serious illness, the loss of a job... At times these seem to happen around the same time. Making us feel that hope is a long way from us.
When I begin to feel hopeless, I think of Job. If anyone in the Bible had an excuse to feel hopeless, he did. He lost all of us children at once, his herds were carried off or killed, his sheep and servants were burned, then he got a terrible rash that wouldn't go away. Even with all of this he still had hope-a hope that God would see him through. God did and blessed him even more than before.
Then are the things that help us feel hopeful: the birth of a new baby, a cure, a job promotion...At times like these hope is high. Hope is close at hand.
When I have hope I feel like I can get through the roughness of the day, the week, the month, or the year. My hope comes from God. I know that with Him all things are possible.
Christmas is a reminder of the hope. The hope that a Savior was born, lived a good life, died on the cross so all of our sins could be forgiven, and conquered death so we can live with Him in heaven for all eternity.
So put your hope in Him the present that really matters.
We begin the time of year where we have a hope of what may be under the Christmas tree. True there are a couple of things I hope to get, but there is more to hope than a present under the tree.
Sometimes things happen to make us feel less hopeful: a death of a loved one, a serious illness, the loss of a job... At times these seem to happen around the same time. Making us feel that hope is a long way from us.
When I begin to feel hopeless, I think of Job. If anyone in the Bible had an excuse to feel hopeless, he did. He lost all of us children at once, his herds were carried off or killed, his sheep and servants were burned, then he got a terrible rash that wouldn't go away. Even with all of this he still had hope-a hope that God would see him through. God did and blessed him even more than before.
Then are the things that help us feel hopeful: the birth of a new baby, a cure, a job promotion...At times like these hope is high. Hope is close at hand.
When I have hope I feel like I can get through the roughness of the day, the week, the month, or the year. My hope comes from God. I know that with Him all things are possible.
Christmas is a reminder of the hope. The hope that a Savior was born, lived a good life, died on the cross so all of our sins could be forgiven, and conquered death so we can live with Him in heaven for all eternity.
So put your hope in Him the present that really matters.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Thanksgiving Changed
"A greedy man brings trouble to his family, but he who hates bribes will live." Proverbs 15:26 NIV
He's a cute little boy, one that I'd probably pick for a commercial. He's probably not really a greedy person, but at the end of the commercial he tells us we need to get more Christmas.
This week in particular the ads are out. The commercials are all about a day that is considered Black Friday. A day that used to be fun, one that would begin the Christmas shopping season. The problem is it's changed. The time to open and begin this crazy shopping spree is earlier and earlier. So much earlier that now we aren't even waiting until Friday. Some stores will now be open on Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving-a holiday set apart to help us remember what we are thankful for. Remember the story. A group of pilgrims came over on the Mayflower to serve God in a place with no restrictions. It was a tough journey: sickness, starvation, cold. They were determined to make it though and with the help of the natives they learned how to survive and thrive.
They had a meal together to thank God and thank the natives for helping them. It was outside and quite festive and joyous. They relaxed and fellowship together. The color of skin didn't matter. the language barrier didn't matter. They stopped and thanked God for what He'd given them.
This day of remembrance and being thankful has changed. People are in a rush. Is there even a time to remember God and be thankful?
Our Thanksgiving tradition has changedas well. It's a change that I really enjoy. We spend it outdoors not quite the same way the pilgrims did. We have our electricity and running water. It's relaxing and fellwoshiping with family. We are not in a rush. We spend time together not worrying about the greatest deal, instead we remember to thank God for all He's done for us.
Don't rush through Thanksgiving just to get more Christmas.
He's a cute little boy, one that I'd probably pick for a commercial. He's probably not really a greedy person, but at the end of the commercial he tells us we need to get more Christmas.
This week in particular the ads are out. The commercials are all about a day that is considered Black Friday. A day that used to be fun, one that would begin the Christmas shopping season. The problem is it's changed. The time to open and begin this crazy shopping spree is earlier and earlier. So much earlier that now we aren't even waiting until Friday. Some stores will now be open on Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving-a holiday set apart to help us remember what we are thankful for. Remember the story. A group of pilgrims came over on the Mayflower to serve God in a place with no restrictions. It was a tough journey: sickness, starvation, cold. They were determined to make it though and with the help of the natives they learned how to survive and thrive.
They had a meal together to thank God and thank the natives for helping them. It was outside and quite festive and joyous. They relaxed and fellowship together. The color of skin didn't matter. the language barrier didn't matter. They stopped and thanked God for what He'd given them.
This day of remembrance and being thankful has changed. People are in a rush. Is there even a time to remember God and be thankful?
Our Thanksgiving tradition has changedas well. It's a change that I really enjoy. We spend it outdoors not quite the same way the pilgrims did. We have our electricity and running water. It's relaxing and fellwoshiping with family. We are not in a rush. We spend time together not worrying about the greatest deal, instead we remember to thank God for all He's done for us.
Don't rush through Thanksgiving just to get more Christmas.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Here We Go Again
I call on the Lord in my distress, and he answers me. Psalm 120:1 NIV
"Our daughter is going to go to a tutor a couple days a week, so let me know what the new rate will be," came the message from a father last week.
"What do you mean, what's the new rate," was my first thought. I'm barely hanging on with the amount I'm making and now I'm going to make even less.
I truly don't understand how I'm supposed to make it on even less guaranteed money. I pondered and worried for a few hours. Sure I prayed to God and tried to leave the worrying with Him. But the worry bug kept creeping in.
After all He has provided for us. In August I wasn't sure how we were going to make. Over the summer I had eleven children enrolled. One child's mother figured out a way to stay home, one child's parents work scheduled changed, two were only there for the summer, and one started in VPK. That really cut my salary in half.
I looked at the budget then and figured we could make it as long as I made a certain amount every week. When I figured out how much I needed to make each week I was going to make $7 more-yippee! Nothing really had to change except our date night.
Then one of the parents had to have surgery which worked out alright because for a couple weeks he came everyday. Now though he hasn't been coming while she recovers. So now my salary was once again cut and I had to cut back on groceries.
A blessing came when my husband got a raise. That made up for some of the lack of funds.
Now this wonderful news again of a decrease in pay. Once again I checked out the budget, and figured out how to cut groceries again and now unfortunately our tithe. It isn't something I want to do, but it's something I have to do.
So when I looked at the numbers today, we will be alright. It could be better, but we won't starve or lose anything. Just as long as nothing breaks down or anything unexpected comes up. Even then though God will provide.
As I sat in small group Friday night I saw a message that spoke to me, "God will bless us". He is there in my distress, even when I keep worrying. He will provide and continue to bless us. I just need to have faith that He's got this.
"Our daughter is going to go to a tutor a couple days a week, so let me know what the new rate will be," came the message from a father last week.
"What do you mean, what's the new rate," was my first thought. I'm barely hanging on with the amount I'm making and now I'm going to make even less.
I truly don't understand how I'm supposed to make it on even less guaranteed money. I pondered and worried for a few hours. Sure I prayed to God and tried to leave the worrying with Him. But the worry bug kept creeping in.
After all He has provided for us. In August I wasn't sure how we were going to make. Over the summer I had eleven children enrolled. One child's mother figured out a way to stay home, one child's parents work scheduled changed, two were only there for the summer, and one started in VPK. That really cut my salary in half.
I looked at the budget then and figured we could make it as long as I made a certain amount every week. When I figured out how much I needed to make each week I was going to make $7 more-yippee! Nothing really had to change except our date night.
Then one of the parents had to have surgery which worked out alright because for a couple weeks he came everyday. Now though he hasn't been coming while she recovers. So now my salary was once again cut and I had to cut back on groceries.
A blessing came when my husband got a raise. That made up for some of the lack of funds.
Now this wonderful news again of a decrease in pay. Once again I checked out the budget, and figured out how to cut groceries again and now unfortunately our tithe. It isn't something I want to do, but it's something I have to do.
So when I looked at the numbers today, we will be alright. It could be better, but we won't starve or lose anything. Just as long as nothing breaks down or anything unexpected comes up. Even then though God will provide.
As I sat in small group Friday night I saw a message that spoke to me, "God will bless us". He is there in my distress, even when I keep worrying. He will provide and continue to bless us. I just need to have faith that He's got this.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
I Just Wanted to do a Happy Dance
Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Philippians 4:4 NIV
As I walked through the door, I knew where the first stop would be. The dreaded scale. Today though I wasn't dreading it, instead I was curious. Curious to see if it would show a difference like my scale at home has.
For some reason the doctor's office scale is never the same as the scale I use at home. There is usually a ten pound heavier difference.
I approached the scale, hoping it will show a lighter me. Of course the read out for the scale is above my head. I glanced up and I was pleasantly surprised. I was fifteen pounds lighter than the last time I'd been to the doctor. Of course this scale showed me heavier than the one at home, but still I was overjoyed. So much so in fact I wanted to do a happy dance, but instead the nurse hurried me to my room.
There are many different occasions in our lives when we just want to do a happy dance: an engagement, a wedding, the birth of a child, our child scores the winning point, the diagnosis of no cancer, a pay raise...
What stops us from enjoying the moment? Why not shout out to the Lord our praise?
For me a lot of times it's my shyness. I mean I was praising the Lord on the inside. I even managed to pull my fist into my side to say, "yes, the hard work is paying off." But to actually do a happy dance with people watching or rushing me, I stop short.
I guess it was alright, because I rejoiced with the Lord. It's been His guidance that has gotten me this far.
Maybe next time I'll have more courage to do a "Praise the Lord" dance and celebrate with those around me.
As I walked through the door, I knew where the first stop would be. The dreaded scale. Today though I wasn't dreading it, instead I was curious. Curious to see if it would show a difference like my scale at home has.
For some reason the doctor's office scale is never the same as the scale I use at home. There is usually a ten pound heavier difference.
I approached the scale, hoping it will show a lighter me. Of course the read out for the scale is above my head. I glanced up and I was pleasantly surprised. I was fifteen pounds lighter than the last time I'd been to the doctor. Of course this scale showed me heavier than the one at home, but still I was overjoyed. So much so in fact I wanted to do a happy dance, but instead the nurse hurried me to my room.
There are many different occasions in our lives when we just want to do a happy dance: an engagement, a wedding, the birth of a child, our child scores the winning point, the diagnosis of no cancer, a pay raise...
What stops us from enjoying the moment? Why not shout out to the Lord our praise?
For me a lot of times it's my shyness. I mean I was praising the Lord on the inside. I even managed to pull my fist into my side to say, "yes, the hard work is paying off." But to actually do a happy dance with people watching or rushing me, I stop short.
I guess it was alright, because I rejoiced with the Lord. It's been His guidance that has gotten me this far.
Maybe next time I'll have more courage to do a "Praise the Lord" dance and celebrate with those around me.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Forgive Them? Just Forget It!
Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. Colossians 3:13 NIV
We've all seen them. The campaign ads telling us the mistakes of someones past and why we shouldn't vote for them.
We've heard it on the news. So and so said such and such. It doesn't matter if it was forty years ago the point is he/she said it! We can't trust him/her.
Today I heard about someone losing her job over a poor judgement for a costume choice. I mean really, why can't she just apologize and admit she made a mistake?
Is our world so consumed by the wrong choices we make that we can't get past them? We all have made mistakes at one time or another. A mistake in what we may have said or not said, in the action we choose to perform, or in joining the wrong group of friends. Mistakes are made because we have freedom to choose.
"All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." Romans 3:23 NIV. It's pretty simple, each of us make mistakes. Some of us choose to be forgiven by God for these mistakes with the promise that He will remember our sin no more. It'd be nice if the world could remember or sin no more.
Hopefully, we learn from our bad choice and move on. Sure sometimes there are consequences for the choice we made(like the lady losing her job), but once the punishment is done we should have the freedom to move forward not have it shoved in our face or publicized on the news.
One of the things I have been teaching the children is to seek forgiveness when they've done wrong. We talk about what they did and then how can they make it right. The first thing we've learned is to go to God first and then the person we wronged. That person is suppose to say, "OK, I forgive you." Then he/she is not to bring it up again, especially when the other kid's parents arrive.
Yesterday, one of the kids was sitting on the bench to think about what he did. When I talked to him about it, he knew what he did and without me even telling him, he prayed, "I'm sorry God for being mean please help me do better." Now that's a lesson learned.
We've all seen them. The campaign ads telling us the mistakes of someones past and why we shouldn't vote for them.
We've heard it on the news. So and so said such and such. It doesn't matter if it was forty years ago the point is he/she said it! We can't trust him/her.
Today I heard about someone losing her job over a poor judgement for a costume choice. I mean really, why can't she just apologize and admit she made a mistake?
Is our world so consumed by the wrong choices we make that we can't get past them? We all have made mistakes at one time or another. A mistake in what we may have said or not said, in the action we choose to perform, or in joining the wrong group of friends. Mistakes are made because we have freedom to choose.
"All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." Romans 3:23 NIV. It's pretty simple, each of us make mistakes. Some of us choose to be forgiven by God for these mistakes with the promise that He will remember our sin no more. It'd be nice if the world could remember or sin no more.
Hopefully, we learn from our bad choice and move on. Sure sometimes there are consequences for the choice we made(like the lady losing her job), but once the punishment is done we should have the freedom to move forward not have it shoved in our face or publicized on the news.
One of the things I have been teaching the children is to seek forgiveness when they've done wrong. We talk about what they did and then how can they make it right. The first thing we've learned is to go to God first and then the person we wronged. That person is suppose to say, "OK, I forgive you." Then he/she is not to bring it up again, especially when the other kid's parents arrive.
Yesterday, one of the kids was sitting on the bench to think about what he did. When I talked to him about it, he knew what he did and without me even telling him, he prayed, "I'm sorry God for being mean please help me do better." Now that's a lesson learned.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
"Tick Tock, Tick Tock"
But I trust in you, O Lord; I say, "You are my God." My times are in your hands." Psalm 31:14-15a NIV
The right time has almost arrived, I glance at the clock. Nope same time, I occupy myself my thinking about something or doing something. Then sneak a glance at the clock again. Same time.
Why is it sometimes the time never seems to change?
Awoken in the middle of the night, I try not to glance at the clock as I stumble to the bathroom. All cozy in bed again, the temptation to look over powers me-2:00 AM. I turn away from the clock only turn back over what I think it least a half hour has past. Nope 2:01 AM. It's going to be a long night.
Other times, it's like time flies.
I only have thirty minutes to get my cleaning done before I need to start teaching preschool. I begin, soon I'm distracted by the phone or a child's misbehavior. Before I know it forty minutes have gone by and I haven't even started cleaning.
Or I'm sitting at my computer working on editing one of my stories. I glance down at the time, this time it's a hour before I have to be off to do school pick up. I work away following the instructions on how to make my story into an e-book and all to soon it's time to go.
The perfect time.
One of the best times I have is when I don't have to worry about time. On one of the retreats I've attended we are told to put our watches away and to not even bring your cell phone. I'm told when it's time to get ready for bed, time to get up, and even when it's time to eat. Yet this doesn't seem to bother me. Because here is when I have a chance to draw closer to God.
When I was on the cruise my phone went crazy by jumping four hours ahead. It seemed time wasn't important then either. Somehow I managed to eat and sleep when I needed to, and to be where I needed to be when I wanted to be. It was nice to not worry so much about time.
The time I have to be here on this earth is in God's hands. Spending time with Him is my favorite time. Somehow everything gets done when it needs to. Usually, I'm in the right spot at the right time.
The right time has almost arrived, I glance at the clock. Nope same time, I occupy myself my thinking about something or doing something. Then sneak a glance at the clock again. Same time.
Why is it sometimes the time never seems to change?
Awoken in the middle of the night, I try not to glance at the clock as I stumble to the bathroom. All cozy in bed again, the temptation to look over powers me-2:00 AM. I turn away from the clock only turn back over what I think it least a half hour has past. Nope 2:01 AM. It's going to be a long night.
Other times, it's like time flies.
I only have thirty minutes to get my cleaning done before I need to start teaching preschool. I begin, soon I'm distracted by the phone or a child's misbehavior. Before I know it forty minutes have gone by and I haven't even started cleaning.
Or I'm sitting at my computer working on editing one of my stories. I glance down at the time, this time it's a hour before I have to be off to do school pick up. I work away following the instructions on how to make my story into an e-book and all to soon it's time to go.
The perfect time.
One of the best times I have is when I don't have to worry about time. On one of the retreats I've attended we are told to put our watches away and to not even bring your cell phone. I'm told when it's time to get ready for bed, time to get up, and even when it's time to eat. Yet this doesn't seem to bother me. Because here is when I have a chance to draw closer to God.
When I was on the cruise my phone went crazy by jumping four hours ahead. It seemed time wasn't important then either. Somehow I managed to eat and sleep when I needed to, and to be where I needed to be when I wanted to be. It was nice to not worry so much about time.
The time I have to be here on this earth is in God's hands. Spending time with Him is my favorite time. Somehow everything gets done when it needs to. Usually, I'm in the right spot at the right time.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
A Blessing From the Lord
I will bless them and the places surrounding my hill. I will send down showers in season; there will be showers of blessings. Ezekiel 34:26 NIV
About seven weeks ago I was given a crazy thought. A gentleman at our church had been going on several cruises and he told me how much he paid for a 3 day cruise, it sounded pretty reasonable. So for some crazy reason I looked up how much a cruise would be and it was even cheaper than he told me. It also happened to be our anniversary weekend.
I told my husband about it and he checked out the website as well. We talked it over for a day or two and really felt this was something we could do. Of course there was extra costs to this deal. We upgraded the room, there are port charges to pay, and tips for the crew. Still we paid a lot less than we would have if the price to start with was higher.
The day of our cruise finally arrived and I was nervous. I don't do well on the water, the rocking of a boat and my stomach do not get along very well. Also I feared the unknown, how did boarding the ship work, what about my luggage, and will I get lost. I prayed and tried not to worry, but the butterflies stuck around.
Getting on board was fairly simple, just a quick security check of bags and waiting in line. Captain Stubing (The Love Boat) wasn't there to greet us, still a staff of smiling faces were. The fancy staircase and huge central area wasn't quite how I pictured it, but it was nice and purple.
Our room was perfect. Plenty of room for the two of us. We explored the ship as we tried to find our way to the place where a ship's tour awaited us. We never found it.
"I feel great," I teasingly said as we hadn't set sail yet.
Finally, we set out to sea. No streamers or family waving us good-bye, just a fun time watching sail into a channel that led us to the Atlantic Ocean.
My hair lost it's battle with the wind. Then I felt it, the motion of the boat. I was not going to make it. "What had I gotten myself into?" I wondered as we'd only just begun.
Another motion sickness pill and we were on our way to eat. Not a good combination, but to my surprise I felt much better after I got my fill of food.
My second problem came when my luggage failed to arrive. We were told to be patient, it should be in our room my eight. Still I continually prayed. After all I had my stuff in there. Luckily, it arrived after dinner. It wasn't until the next morning when I realized my luggage tag was missing.
God continually blessed us throughout our trip. Even when I felt quite nervous with all the natives in the Bahamas who kept wanting to "help" us. It was much better when we could just look and enjoy ourselves on our own.
God does indeed want to rain down His blessings on each of us, and sometimes we may do something completely out of character to experience them.
Never would have thought a cruise was in our budget, but he provided the income for it, kept us well, and even provided gorgeous weather the entire trip. God is a gracious God.
About seven weeks ago I was given a crazy thought. A gentleman at our church had been going on several cruises and he told me how much he paid for a 3 day cruise, it sounded pretty reasonable. So for some crazy reason I looked up how much a cruise would be and it was even cheaper than he told me. It also happened to be our anniversary weekend.
I told my husband about it and he checked out the website as well. We talked it over for a day or two and really felt this was something we could do. Of course there was extra costs to this deal. We upgraded the room, there are port charges to pay, and tips for the crew. Still we paid a lot less than we would have if the price to start with was higher.
The day of our cruise finally arrived and I was nervous. I don't do well on the water, the rocking of a boat and my stomach do not get along very well. Also I feared the unknown, how did boarding the ship work, what about my luggage, and will I get lost. I prayed and tried not to worry, but the butterflies stuck around.
Getting on board was fairly simple, just a quick security check of bags and waiting in line. Captain Stubing (The Love Boat) wasn't there to greet us, still a staff of smiling faces were. The fancy staircase and huge central area wasn't quite how I pictured it, but it was nice and purple.
Our room was perfect. Plenty of room for the two of us. We explored the ship as we tried to find our way to the place where a ship's tour awaited us. We never found it.
"I feel great," I teasingly said as we hadn't set sail yet.
Finally, we set out to sea. No streamers or family waving us good-bye, just a fun time watching sail into a channel that led us to the Atlantic Ocean.
My hair lost it's battle with the wind. Then I felt it, the motion of the boat. I was not going to make it. "What had I gotten myself into?" I wondered as we'd only just begun.
Another motion sickness pill and we were on our way to eat. Not a good combination, but to my surprise I felt much better after I got my fill of food.
My second problem came when my luggage failed to arrive. We were told to be patient, it should be in our room my eight. Still I continually prayed. After all I had my stuff in there. Luckily, it arrived after dinner. It wasn't until the next morning when I realized my luggage tag was missing.
God continually blessed us throughout our trip. Even when I felt quite nervous with all the natives in the Bahamas who kept wanting to "help" us. It was much better when we could just look and enjoy ourselves on our own.
God does indeed want to rain down His blessings on each of us, and sometimes we may do something completely out of character to experience them.
Never would have thought a cruise was in our budget, but he provided the income for it, kept us well, and even provided gorgeous weather the entire trip. God is a gracious God.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Heaven Is a Happy Place
But Stephen, full of the Holy Spirit, looked up to heaven and saw the glory of God and Jesus standing at the right hand of God. Acts 7:55 NIV
Setting up for a service by the lake in the dark, it was calm and peaceful. No mosquitoes trying to carry me off this time. As I finished setting up, I looked over the lake and peacefulness came in.
The sun began to emerge from its slumber. The sky glowed with pinks and reds. The other women helping with the set up looked too, and we just took in the glory of the new day.
"Heaven is a happy place, Heaven is a happy place..." echoed in my head. For if heaven is anything like a beautiful sunrise then indeed heaven is a happy place.
I find comfort in knowing this today.
Our little Eragon had improved a great deal. He was getting his belly full with his food and then trying the dog's food. He drank out of whatever water dish he found. He got a nice full belly.
He began to play. He appeared to be getting better.
This morning though when I got him up to eat, he once again couldn't stand on his own. He just looked up at me and meowed, "help me." I awoke my daughter who started to give him the milk supplement again, which he ate. Then she warmed him up again because his little body was cold.
A short time later she went back to give him his medicine, and he was no longer with us.
He was a good kitty, even if we only got to know him for a short time. He has gone to his happy place where now he can smile because he's seeing God's face. He won't have to worry about the fleas or the hookworms.
He was a little fighter, who kept beating the odds.
Now he can run and play. He can eat all he wants. Little Eragon rest in peace.
Setting up for a service by the lake in the dark, it was calm and peaceful. No mosquitoes trying to carry me off this time. As I finished setting up, I looked over the lake and peacefulness came in.
The sun began to emerge from its slumber. The sky glowed with pinks and reds. The other women helping with the set up looked too, and we just took in the glory of the new day.
"Heaven is a happy place, Heaven is a happy place..." echoed in my head. For if heaven is anything like a beautiful sunrise then indeed heaven is a happy place.
I find comfort in knowing this today.
Our little Eragon had improved a great deal. He was getting his belly full with his food and then trying the dog's food. He drank out of whatever water dish he found. He got a nice full belly.
He began to play. He appeared to be getting better.
This morning though when I got him up to eat, he once again couldn't stand on his own. He just looked up at me and meowed, "help me." I awoke my daughter who started to give him the milk supplement again, which he ate. Then she warmed him up again because his little body was cold.
A short time later she went back to give him his medicine, and he was no longer with us.
He was a good kitty, even if we only got to know him for a short time. He has gone to his happy place where now he can smile because he's seeing God's face. He won't have to worry about the fleas or the hookworms.
He was a little fighter, who kept beating the odds.
Now he can run and play. He can eat all he wants. Little Eragon rest in peace.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
No Way, There's Just No Way
But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds of the air, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish of the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? Job 12:7-9
What's that? Aww a little kitten, what to do? What to do? As the beagle barked at the door wondering why all of us were outside without her.
I know, I'll see if my friend can take it. She's got a love for kittens. We're just not cat people.
She of course had her hands full with a kitten already, so we brought it home. Mind you, it was just for the night until my son could drop it by the pound in the morning.
My daughter volunteered to keep it in her room, that way it wouldn't upset the dog. A couple of us posted a picture on Facebook, nobody could take it home.
Friday came and the votes were cast; keep it until we find it a home (which really meant it's home would be here). The day wore on as kitty found away to curl on our laps and in our hair. We were hooked.
Monday we took it to the vet; need to have shots done because of day care and it's the right thing to do. Then we here the news-this is a very sick kitty. It's full of fleas and hook worms which are sucking the red blood cells right out of it. It didn't have long to live.
The big question-how much is it going to cost? I had an amount in my head that I could spend. Were the kids willing to help with the cost above that? Sure my daughter volunteered her money, then each of my sons. We could pay.
We left Eragon(now given the right name) and hoped for the best. Odds were against him. We prayed. We hoped God didn't put him in our life for only a short time.
Good news, Eragon perked up. Not out of the woods yet, but he could come home over night. We just needed to feed him every two hours and bring him back in the morning. My daughter decided she could handle getting up every two hours to
feed him.
Today he's back at the vets to get the rest of the nutrients he needs. Hopefully, he'll be good to go since a day at the vets is not cheap.
The lesson I learned from this little cat is that I have enough love for him. My children can be gracious and help save an animal. God provides us with love even if we weren't cat people.
What's that? Aww a little kitten, what to do? What to do? As the beagle barked at the door wondering why all of us were outside without her.
I know, I'll see if my friend can take it. She's got a love for kittens. We're just not cat people.
She of course had her hands full with a kitten already, so we brought it home. Mind you, it was just for the night until my son could drop it by the pound in the morning.
My daughter volunteered to keep it in her room, that way it wouldn't upset the dog. A couple of us posted a picture on Facebook, nobody could take it home.
Friday came and the votes were cast; keep it until we find it a home (which really meant it's home would be here). The day wore on as kitty found away to curl on our laps and in our hair. We were hooked.
Monday we took it to the vet; need to have shots done because of day care and it's the right thing to do. Then we here the news-this is a very sick kitty. It's full of fleas and hook worms which are sucking the red blood cells right out of it. It didn't have long to live.
The big question-how much is it going to cost? I had an amount in my head that I could spend. Were the kids willing to help with the cost above that? Sure my daughter volunteered her money, then each of my sons. We could pay.
We left Eragon(now given the right name) and hoped for the best. Odds were against him. We prayed. We hoped God didn't put him in our life for only a short time.
Good news, Eragon perked up. Not out of the woods yet, but he could come home over night. We just needed to feed him every two hours and bring him back in the morning. My daughter decided she could handle getting up every two hours to
Today he's back at the vets to get the rest of the nutrients he needs. Hopefully, he'll be good to go since a day at the vets is not cheap.
The lesson I learned from this little cat is that I have enough love for him. My children can be gracious and help save an animal. God provides us with love even if we weren't cat people.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Excitement Over Trash
...and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always to the very end of the age. Matthew 28:20 NIV
"Did you get yours yet?"
"Ms. Diana hasn't got hers yet? What's she going to do?"
"The truck with them on it, is in our neighborhood."
"Mine came today, what about yours?"
"Our sons were pushing each other in them."
"There so big, won't they get heavy."
Over the past month this has been some of the conversations I've had or heard someone having. Yesterday was the first day of pick up using our new trash cans. The shiny new garbage truck brought neighbors out to watch.
"I want to see how it works."
Never has this excitement happened before over trash. Funny, how we can all talk about our new trash cans from the county without any hesitation. It's an easy topic. No one is left out, everyone in the county received new trash cans and they're basically all the same.
I just wish I could easily talk about my Savior. Why can't I just ask:
"Did you receive Him yet?"
"What's Josh going to do, he hasn't received the Jesus yet?"
"Jesus is in the neighborhood."
"Our sons were acting out how Jesus healed the blind man."
"He's so big, will I learn too much."
It's time for a little less "trash" talk and more Jesus talk.
"Did you get yours yet?"
"Ms. Diana hasn't got hers yet? What's she going to do?"
"The truck with them on it, is in our neighborhood."
"Mine came today, what about yours?"
"Our sons were pushing each other in them."
"There so big, won't they get heavy."
Over the past month this has been some of the conversations I've had or heard someone having. Yesterday was the first day of pick up using our new trash cans. The shiny new garbage truck brought neighbors out to watch.
"I want to see how it works."
Never has this excitement happened before over trash. Funny, how we can all talk about our new trash cans from the county without any hesitation. It's an easy topic. No one is left out, everyone in the county received new trash cans and they're basically all the same.
I just wish I could easily talk about my Savior. Why can't I just ask:
"Did you receive Him yet?"
"What's Josh going to do, he hasn't received the Jesus yet?"
"Jesus is in the neighborhood."
"Our sons were acting out how Jesus healed the blind man."
"He's so big, will I learn too much."
It's time for a little less "trash" talk and more Jesus talk.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
To Busy To Breathe
This is what the Lord says: "Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls." Jeremiah 6:16 NIV
Get up, exercise, catch up with email & Facebook, get kids breakfast, make sure kids are awake, clean, teach preschool, maybe make a phone call...the list goes on and on. Some days there is more to do, other days a little less.
I begin to think if I can only make it to the weekend then I can rest, take a minute to catch up with things. But no the weekend can be even crazier then my week: two trainings in one day, a birthday party, get things ready for church, fix food. Then the last day of my weekend comes around and it's just as erratic.
The Lord commands us to have a sabbath day, a day of rest. So how exactly am I suppose to take this day of rest? I mean every day is filled to the max. I know my week goes better when I do get a chance to rest, but taking that nap will just put me further behind. Could it be I need to put a nap on my schedule or I just need to do it?
As the end of the year approaches, I know my days will get consumed with even more things. There are more church events, more home school events, and more at home events. How can I manage to rest and get it all done?
I guess I need to step back and look at what's worked in the past or what didn't work in the past. Pray about what really needs done (priorities) and seek to find rest. Then I can breathe a sigh of relief and know I did my best without the extra stress.
Get up, exercise, catch up with email & Facebook, get kids breakfast, make sure kids are awake, clean, teach preschool, maybe make a phone call...the list goes on and on. Some days there is more to do, other days a little less.
I begin to think if I can only make it to the weekend then I can rest, take a minute to catch up with things. But no the weekend can be even crazier then my week: two trainings in one day, a birthday party, get things ready for church, fix food. Then the last day of my weekend comes around and it's just as erratic.
The Lord commands us to have a sabbath day, a day of rest. So how exactly am I suppose to take this day of rest? I mean every day is filled to the max. I know my week goes better when I do get a chance to rest, but taking that nap will just put me further behind. Could it be I need to put a nap on my schedule or I just need to do it?
As the end of the year approaches, I know my days will get consumed with even more things. There are more church events, more home school events, and more at home events. How can I manage to rest and get it all done?
I guess I need to step back and look at what's worked in the past or what didn't work in the past. Pray about what really needs done (priorities) and seek to find rest. Then I can breathe a sigh of relief and know I did my best without the extra stress.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Filling the Void
In him was life and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it. John 1:4-5 NIV
Emptiness, void, alone...there are times when I've felt this way. Sometimes it seems no one truly understands what I'm going through, which unless he/she has walked in my shoes and felt what I've felt they don't.
We each have a hole we dig for ourselves. An emptiness that will keep feeling empty until we fill it with the right things. We each determine how deep we let our hole get before we fill it.
Sometimes we begin to fill it with the wrong things. Sure it's steady for a time but eventually those things begin to crumble away. The wrong things seem stable or dependable, but they are far from it.
One of the times I felt empty and alone was when we were about to lose it all. My husband was unaware how serious the financial situation had become. He had an idea it was bad because he recommended a place to help us get out of debt. I wouldn't have anything to do with it though.
It seemed easier to borrow on the credit card then to find a better way. The debt kept growing. There was never enough money to cover it all. I tried to fill the hole, but the hole only got deeper. Finally, I surrendered to the one I knew could solve it. Surely He could fill my hole.
That day I confessed all my mistakes to the Lord, sought forgiveness, and learned to serve Him. He filled my hole that day and saved us from a life of homelessness. Sure there are times when I try to re dig that hole, but quickly I surrender and He refills my hole again.
As my preschoolers have been learning, there is no darkness where there is light. God is the light, He's willing to come in and fill your hole. All you need to do is give Him the shovel.
Emptiness, void, alone...there are times when I've felt this way. Sometimes it seems no one truly understands what I'm going through, which unless he/she has walked in my shoes and felt what I've felt they don't.
We each have a hole we dig for ourselves. An emptiness that will keep feeling empty until we fill it with the right things. We each determine how deep we let our hole get before we fill it.
Sometimes we begin to fill it with the wrong things. Sure it's steady for a time but eventually those things begin to crumble away. The wrong things seem stable or dependable, but they are far from it.
One of the times I felt empty and alone was when we were about to lose it all. My husband was unaware how serious the financial situation had become. He had an idea it was bad because he recommended a place to help us get out of debt. I wouldn't have anything to do with it though.
It seemed easier to borrow on the credit card then to find a better way. The debt kept growing. There was never enough money to cover it all. I tried to fill the hole, but the hole only got deeper. Finally, I surrendered to the one I knew could solve it. Surely He could fill my hole.
That day I confessed all my mistakes to the Lord, sought forgiveness, and learned to serve Him. He filled my hole that day and saved us from a life of homelessness. Sure there are times when I try to re dig that hole, but quickly I surrender and He refills my hole again.
As my preschoolers have been learning, there is no darkness where there is light. God is the light, He's willing to come in and fill your hole. All you need to do is give Him the shovel.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
One Minute Joy, The Next Sorrow
"For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11 NIV
"OK, Lord I've asked you to stop the rain. Apparently you don't think that's a good idea," I tried to reason with God as we were once again stuck in the rain. My husband and I were trying to enjoy our evening at Night of Joy even though it had turned into a Night of Soggy.
We stood there waiting for a concert to start amongst the crowd. It was 40 minutes pass the start time and I was getting upset. My feet were aching, I was in my newly bought rain smock, and I just have had enough with rain. Finally we broke free and went to ride rides of course 10 minutes later the concert I really wanted to see began. Oh well.
Funny how just a couple of days before I was praising God.
I have to attend these mandatory meetings once a year. This year though they only gave me a couple weeks notice and the Saturday of the mandatory meeting was already booked. I really didn't want to change my plans, after all I was planning to visit my grandma.
I called to see about rescheduling, no problem because they offer a couple of Saturday trainings. This time though the date conflicted with something I really wanted to go to. Something that has been on my calendar for six months. Now comes that priority thing I've learned about. Go see grandma or go to conference. I decided to miss the conference.
I really wanted to go this year too. I hadn't been in two years. I sent a message to see about getting a refund. Then while waiting to hear back, the people in charge of the mandatory meeting called me back. She had told me the wrong date, it was the Saturday before the one she told me.
Wow! God had worked it out without me even asking. He knew where I needed to be and where my heart wanted to be. He does indeed have good plans.
Hopefully, I can remember that the next time I'm stuck in the rain.
"OK, Lord I've asked you to stop the rain. Apparently you don't think that's a good idea," I tried to reason with God as we were once again stuck in the rain. My husband and I were trying to enjoy our evening at Night of Joy even though it had turned into a Night of Soggy.
We stood there waiting for a concert to start amongst the crowd. It was 40 minutes pass the start time and I was getting upset. My feet were aching, I was in my newly bought rain smock, and I just have had enough with rain. Finally we broke free and went to ride rides of course 10 minutes later the concert I really wanted to see began. Oh well.
Funny how just a couple of days before I was praising God.
I have to attend these mandatory meetings once a year. This year though they only gave me a couple weeks notice and the Saturday of the mandatory meeting was already booked. I really didn't want to change my plans, after all I was planning to visit my grandma.
I called to see about rescheduling, no problem because they offer a couple of Saturday trainings. This time though the date conflicted with something I really wanted to go to. Something that has been on my calendar for six months. Now comes that priority thing I've learned about. Go see grandma or go to conference. I decided to miss the conference.
I really wanted to go this year too. I hadn't been in two years. I sent a message to see about getting a refund. Then while waiting to hear back, the people in charge of the mandatory meeting called me back. She had told me the wrong date, it was the Saturday before the one she told me.
Wow! God had worked it out without me even asking. He knew where I needed to be and where my heart wanted to be. He does indeed have good plans.
Hopefully, I can remember that the next time I'm stuck in the rain.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
God's Hope Shinning Down
You, O LORD, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light. Psalm 18:28 NIV
Riding in the van the other day God spoke to me. This summer we have had our fair share of rain, the gloomy days bring about gloominess and dread. On this particular night the dark clouds were there, but so was the light. God's light offering hope.
We all go through a lot of things, some of them good things and some of them bad things. A lingering illness can bring anybody down. It's not fun to have to endure day after day not feeling well. Not being able to do the things you enjoy or even the things you don't really enjoy.
A struggling marriage. Not wanting to come home and have to deal with the fighting, the hurtful words, or the silence. There seems no hope and love-ha, how did I ever love this person? How can I live this way day after day?
Money or the lack of it. There's never enough money to pay the bills. As soon as it's earned it's already gone. How did I get so behind on the bills? Will my lights even be on when I get home from work? The big truck driving down the road at night wakes you from your slumber. Are they coming to take my vehicle tonight. Will I still have a roof over my head or food to eat?
God is here to help you through the storms of life. He shines His light for all to see. All you have to do is reach out to Him. He wants to help you.
He's been there for me, and will continue to be there. I just need to seek.
Riding in the van the other day God spoke to me. This summer we have had our fair share of rain, the gloomy days bring about gloominess and dread. On this particular night the dark clouds were there, but so was the light. God's light offering hope.
We all go through a lot of things, some of them good things and some of them bad things. A lingering illness can bring anybody down. It's not fun to have to endure day after day not feeling well. Not being able to do the things you enjoy or even the things you don't really enjoy.
A struggling marriage. Not wanting to come home and have to deal with the fighting, the hurtful words, or the silence. There seems no hope and love-ha, how did I ever love this person? How can I live this way day after day?
Money or the lack of it. There's never enough money to pay the bills. As soon as it's earned it's already gone. How did I get so behind on the bills? Will my lights even be on when I get home from work? The big truck driving down the road at night wakes you from your slumber. Are they coming to take my vehicle tonight. Will I still have a roof over my head or food to eat?
God is here to help you through the storms of life. He shines His light for all to see. All you have to do is reach out to Him. He wants to help you.
He's been there for me, and will continue to be there. I just need to seek.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
It Doesn't Matter or Does It?
This is what the LORD Almighty says, "Give careful thought to your ways." Haggai 1:7 NIV
"Why am I here?" I thought as I stood in a dark alley witnessing a cloth placed over a body.
"Someone must be dead," my thoughts continued. "Why is Sue Thomas FBI here and her gang, and Monica that's strange. She must be about to tell them that God loves them." Then I woke up.
That was a strange dream. Funny, how it blended two shows I like to watch together. So what I watch does register in my brain then plays out sometime later in the shows in my head at night. Most of the time I don't remember what I dream, but occasionally I am awoken by some strange dream.
As a teenager I ended up watching one of those horror movies, and let me tell you the horror in that movie stayed with me for years. Sometimes now the thought reenters my brain and scares me half to death. I've heard it said, "It doesn't affect me, not at all. I can watch whatever I want." I have a feeling he/she are lying, because I am sure in some way it does affect them.
My mechanical son as a young boy would often wake in the middle of the night with a nightmare of falling down a hole. I had no idea why, and would reassure him he was OK and quickly he'd fall back asleep. Finally, I realized where his nightmare was coming from "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer" a movie he liked to watch. In one scene Tom falls down a hole, once he stopped watching the movie the nightmares ended.
Another thing that change his and my atheletic son's behavior was when they'd watch "Power Rangers". As soon as the show was over there would be a lot of karate chopping, hitting, and shooting going on. Once I didn't allow them to watch the show anymore, it was back to their normal active boy behavior.
So does it matter or not what we watch? I have enough experience to believe it does. Why else would God tell us to give careful thought to our ways? Need proof. Try not watching anything violent or playing anything violent or scary for a few weeks and just wait for results.
"Why am I here?" I thought as I stood in a dark alley witnessing a cloth placed over a body.
"Someone must be dead," my thoughts continued. "Why is Sue Thomas FBI here and her gang, and Monica that's strange. She must be about to tell them that God loves them." Then I woke up.
That was a strange dream. Funny, how it blended two shows I like to watch together. So what I watch does register in my brain then plays out sometime later in the shows in my head at night. Most of the time I don't remember what I dream, but occasionally I am awoken by some strange dream.
As a teenager I ended up watching one of those horror movies, and let me tell you the horror in that movie stayed with me for years. Sometimes now the thought reenters my brain and scares me half to death. I've heard it said, "It doesn't affect me, not at all. I can watch whatever I want." I have a feeling he/she are lying, because I am sure in some way it does affect them.
My mechanical son as a young boy would often wake in the middle of the night with a nightmare of falling down a hole. I had no idea why, and would reassure him he was OK and quickly he'd fall back asleep. Finally, I realized where his nightmare was coming from "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer" a movie he liked to watch. In one scene Tom falls down a hole, once he stopped watching the movie the nightmares ended.
Another thing that change his and my atheletic son's behavior was when they'd watch "Power Rangers". As soon as the show was over there would be a lot of karate chopping, hitting, and shooting going on. Once I didn't allow them to watch the show anymore, it was back to their normal active boy behavior.
So does it matter or not what we watch? I have enough experience to believe it does. Why else would God tell us to give careful thought to our ways? Need proof. Try not watching anything violent or playing anything violent or scary for a few weeks and just wait for results.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Block 15 Lot 6
"So they can have a home of their own" 2 Samuel 7:10b
It seemed so impersonal, just an identification number. Not a place where love and nurturing take place. Not a place one can always come back to when feeling lost or overwhelmed by the world. Just a block and lot assignment.
Our estimated property tax came this week. Sure one of the things I take notice of is how much I am going to have to pay in taxes. This year though the number at the top made me take notice of how insignificant our home must seem to the county.
Little do they realize that we have a history at block 15 lot 6. How on moving day, I slammed the bathroom door because I was in a rush only to realize that there was no door knob to help me get back out. The door mechanism was there, but no door knob. With everybody else busy unloading a moving truck, how was I going to ever get out? Eventually I figured it out and soon there was a doorknob.
How we brought home three kids home from the hospital and have raised them here. How our door is a revolving one where different kids have come in and made our home their home away from home. Some have been with me from birth until the fifth grade, and how they will always be a part of me. Even if I hadn't given birth to them and no matter how long they stay with me.
How there have also been difficult times. Times where we almost lost block 15 lot 6 due to unwise choices. How I surrendered my sin to the Lord right here at block 15 lot 6, and asked Him to save our home. Which He did and now my life is all about serving Him.
So thank you property tax appraisers office for helping me realize that block 15 lot 6 is more than a place. It's my home!
It seemed so impersonal, just an identification number. Not a place where love and nurturing take place. Not a place one can always come back to when feeling lost or overwhelmed by the world. Just a block and lot assignment.
Our estimated property tax came this week. Sure one of the things I take notice of is how much I am going to have to pay in taxes. This year though the number at the top made me take notice of how insignificant our home must seem to the county.
Little do they realize that we have a history at block 15 lot 6. How on moving day, I slammed the bathroom door because I was in a rush only to realize that there was no door knob to help me get back out. The door mechanism was there, but no door knob. With everybody else busy unloading a moving truck, how was I going to ever get out? Eventually I figured it out and soon there was a doorknob.
How we brought home three kids home from the hospital and have raised them here. How our door is a revolving one where different kids have come in and made our home their home away from home. Some have been with me from birth until the fifth grade, and how they will always be a part of me. Even if I hadn't given birth to them and no matter how long they stay with me.
How there have also been difficult times. Times where we almost lost block 15 lot 6 due to unwise choices. How I surrendered my sin to the Lord right here at block 15 lot 6, and asked Him to save our home. Which He did and now my life is all about serving Him.
So thank you property tax appraisers office for helping me realize that block 15 lot 6 is more than a place. It's my home!
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Bitterness Will Make One Bitter
Each heart knows its own bitterness, and no one else can share its joy. Proverbs 14:10 NIV
The evening started as usual we sat in our familiar places and awaited a fun night of bowling. Sure my side of the table was filled with a tissue box and hand sanitizer due to a cold that began earlier that day, but it could still be a fun night. We got our ten minutes to warm up and that went well.
As it turns out one on the other team hadn't arrived yet, he has a couple frames to arrive no big deal. So a little teasing began to occur. Unfortunately, one on their team didn't take it very well. She got rather loud and obnoxious. The teasing ended long before her tirade ended.
It's customary at the end of bowling three games to let the other team know by a handshake or words that it was good bowling with them. This bowler refused to shake hands and became even ruder than before.
This got me thinking why is she so bitter? Has she not experience true forgiveness? When have I been bitter and let something eat at me? The truth is plenty of times.
There have been times when I've been hurt or upset by someone. I admit there have been times when I've wanted to hold onto that hurt or pain. When I do this all it does is tare me up inside, my joy soon disappears. I act differently towards the person who has hurt me.
Luckily though it doesn't last too long. Soon I remember my Father's love for me and His forgiveness then I'm able to forgive the offense and move on.
My hope is that each of us can experience what true forgiveness is like. Then we'll be able to forgive as He has forgiven us.
The evening started as usual we sat in our familiar places and awaited a fun night of bowling. Sure my side of the table was filled with a tissue box and hand sanitizer due to a cold that began earlier that day, but it could still be a fun night. We got our ten minutes to warm up and that went well.
As it turns out one on the other team hadn't arrived yet, he has a couple frames to arrive no big deal. So a little teasing began to occur. Unfortunately, one on their team didn't take it very well. She got rather loud and obnoxious. The teasing ended long before her tirade ended.
It's customary at the end of bowling three games to let the other team know by a handshake or words that it was good bowling with them. This bowler refused to shake hands and became even ruder than before.
This got me thinking why is she so bitter? Has she not experience true forgiveness? When have I been bitter and let something eat at me? The truth is plenty of times.
There have been times when I've been hurt or upset by someone. I admit there have been times when I've wanted to hold onto that hurt or pain. When I do this all it does is tare me up inside, my joy soon disappears. I act differently towards the person who has hurt me.
Luckily though it doesn't last too long. Soon I remember my Father's love for me and His forgiveness then I'm able to forgive the offense and move on.
My hope is that each of us can experience what true forgiveness is like. Then we'll be able to forgive as He has forgiven us.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Can We Just Have a Few Days to Dry Out, Please?
"and I will send rain on the land." 1 Kings 18:1c NIV
Mud, damp carpets, puddles...it's the same thing every time it rains. Truthfully, I don't mind the rain. It's important for the environment and provides us with water to drink. In fact, an afternoon storm helps bring the temptature back down.It's just there's been so much we need time to dry out.
Last week there was a little reprieve in the daily rain. My back porch finally didn't have water on it, the puddles dried up, and and the mud resembled dirt again. Then the rain came back leaving 2 to 3 inches almost every time. The carpet on my porch though has been soaked since June.
The dog has no dry place to rest her head. She continually looks for one and lets us know that she hasn't been successful. She resists going out and has made my glass door resemble the muddy backyard. There's no point in cleaning it at least not until a dry out is complete. Trust me, I've cleaned it only to have it stay that way for maybe ten mins.
Summer time is here and that usually means the kids get to play out for awhile and get all that vent up energy out. Unfortunately, we've been in more than out this summer. Which makes for a lot of fun and a memorization of the order of the rainy indoor activities. Bouncy off the walls has become the norm. It is a wonder that there is any hair left on my head.
So Lord, if there's anyway can we just have a few days to dry out, please? Thanks so much.
Mud, damp carpets, puddles...it's the same thing every time it rains. Truthfully, I don't mind the rain. It's important for the environment and provides us with water to drink. In fact, an afternoon storm helps bring the temptature back down.It's just there's been so much we need time to dry out.
Last week there was a little reprieve in the daily rain. My back porch finally didn't have water on it, the puddles dried up, and and the mud resembled dirt again. Then the rain came back leaving 2 to 3 inches almost every time. The carpet on my porch though has been soaked since June.
The dog has no dry place to rest her head. She continually looks for one and lets us know that she hasn't been successful. She resists going out and has made my glass door resemble the muddy backyard. There's no point in cleaning it at least not until a dry out is complete. Trust me, I've cleaned it only to have it stay that way for maybe ten mins.
Summer time is here and that usually means the kids get to play out for awhile and get all that vent up energy out. Unfortunately, we've been in more than out this summer. Which makes for a lot of fun and a memorization of the order of the rainy indoor activities. Bouncy off the walls has become the norm. It is a wonder that there is any hair left on my head.
So Lord, if there's anyway can we just have a few days to dry out, please? Thanks so much.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Peace Is Given
For he himself is our peace... Ephesians 2:14a NIV
There it was on the calendar almost taunting me. Really, I tried not to think about it but then there it would be bugging me an instant reminder. It's not that I dread going to the dentist. It doesn't bother me at all. That could be that I went a lot as a teenager; I had braces.
The last few years though haven't been much fun. Every time they try to do x-rays, I have a problem I gag. It's not that I mean too, it just sort of happens. So of course when I see the schedule appointment on the calendar my mind starts to think about the dreaded x-rays.
Sure I block it out because I don't want to be nervous and cause it which is not my fault. A few days before the appointment the thought comes again, but I quickly dismissed. The night before the thought crosses my mind again. This time though I talked to God about it. He after all got me through my eye doctor appointment a few months back by helping me with the air puff in the eye. Another thing I have trouble with.
I left it with God, and trust in Him to help me get through the x-rays. The day comes for my cleaning, I didn't really think about gagging and the x-rays. Then as I'm about to go in my wonderful husband says, "they're all ready for the lady who can't take x-rays. I prepared them for you." Gee, thanks.
Slowly I crept to the room with the chair. The dental hygienist says, "We're only going to do two today. I'll be quick."
"I'll be fine," I think. She gets it ready, when I discover it's the adult size x-rays not the kid size. Not good! Not good!
She puts the first one in and I managed to get it done. Sure the stuff was out of my mouth by the time she returned, but I was successful.
Side number two was a different story. The gagging began a lot sooner and she was not able to get it. "Alright we'll try again." She tried to rush me, but I was still gagging and felt as though it would begin again any second.
"I'll let you know when I'm ready."
That's when I noticed it. The dentist office has glass doors in each room, so we're able to look outside. As I gazed out the door, I saw a butterfly, a peaceful reminder that the Lord is with me. I gathered my courage, "I'm ready." Side two was a success, again the stuff was spit out before she reentered the room.
The Lord was with me and gave me peace. Now I don't have to do that again for six months.
There it was on the calendar almost taunting me. Really, I tried not to think about it but then there it would be bugging me an instant reminder. It's not that I dread going to the dentist. It doesn't bother me at all. That could be that I went a lot as a teenager; I had braces.
The last few years though haven't been much fun. Every time they try to do x-rays, I have a problem I gag. It's not that I mean too, it just sort of happens. So of course when I see the schedule appointment on the calendar my mind starts to think about the dreaded x-rays.
Sure I block it out because I don't want to be nervous and cause it which is not my fault. A few days before the appointment the thought comes again, but I quickly dismissed. The night before the thought crosses my mind again. This time though I talked to God about it. He after all got me through my eye doctor appointment a few months back by helping me with the air puff in the eye. Another thing I have trouble with.
I left it with God, and trust in Him to help me get through the x-rays. The day comes for my cleaning, I didn't really think about gagging and the x-rays. Then as I'm about to go in my wonderful husband says, "they're all ready for the lady who can't take x-rays. I prepared them for you." Gee, thanks.
Slowly I crept to the room with the chair. The dental hygienist says, "We're only going to do two today. I'll be quick."
"I'll be fine," I think. She gets it ready, when I discover it's the adult size x-rays not the kid size. Not good! Not good!
She puts the first one in and I managed to get it done. Sure the stuff was out of my mouth by the time she returned, but I was successful.
Side number two was a different story. The gagging began a lot sooner and she was not able to get it. "Alright we'll try again." She tried to rush me, but I was still gagging and felt as though it would begin again any second.
"I'll let you know when I'm ready."
That's when I noticed it. The dentist office has glass doors in each room, so we're able to look outside. As I gazed out the door, I saw a butterfly, a peaceful reminder that the Lord is with me. I gathered my courage, "I'm ready." Side two was a success, again the stuff was spit out before she reentered the room.
The Lord was with me and gave me peace. Now I don't have to do that again for six months.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Holy Ground
Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28 NIV
Last week I had the chance to get away from the world. Of course sickness tried to keep me away, but the Lord won. I began the journey weak and tired, but it's a journey worth going on.
During the summer there is a lot of craziness that goes on while on this holy ground. With the craziness though comes a longing and a calling from God. Some children start off frightened and unsure about the week ahead. Most of them are not only away from home, but away from family as well.
Loud Christian music plays while tweens and teens dance like crazy and shout out praises to God. Seeing God here is easy since all the distractions are left at home. The morning begins with a devotion, two times a day small groups meet to learn more about God together, there's praise time, worship, and the evening ends with devotions. Of course fun games and different activities are thrown in throughout the day.
By the end of the week no one really wants to go home even those who were unsure at first. After all spending time with God is relaxing. Somehow the stress of life at home seems to be lifted. Burdens are left at the altar. Some hear God calling them to a new path. Some are reminded of what God wants us to do for him.
Reality begins to hit the day before we have to return to the world. How can we keep this feeling of closeness to God? How can we answer the calling? By continually making time for the Lord our self. Taking time in the morning to seek God out, listening to Christian music, reading our Bible, ending the day seeking God out.
God promises to give us rest if we just come to him.
Last week I had the chance to get away from the world. Of course sickness tried to keep me away, but the Lord won. I began the journey weak and tired, but it's a journey worth going on.
During the summer there is a lot of craziness that goes on while on this holy ground. With the craziness though comes a longing and a calling from God. Some children start off frightened and unsure about the week ahead. Most of them are not only away from home, but away from family as well.
Loud Christian music plays while tweens and teens dance like crazy and shout out praises to God. Seeing God here is easy since all the distractions are left at home. The morning begins with a devotion, two times a day small groups meet to learn more about God together, there's praise time, worship, and the evening ends with devotions. Of course fun games and different activities are thrown in throughout the day.
By the end of the week no one really wants to go home even those who were unsure at first. After all spending time with God is relaxing. Somehow the stress of life at home seems to be lifted. Burdens are left at the altar. Some hear God calling them to a new path. Some are reminded of what God wants us to do for him.
Reality begins to hit the day before we have to return to the world. How can we keep this feeling of closeness to God? How can we answer the calling? By continually making time for the Lord our self. Taking time in the morning to seek God out, listening to Christian music, reading our Bible, ending the day seeking God out.
God promises to give us rest if we just come to him.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Rain, Rain Go Away
He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for you are with me. Psalm 23:4 NIV
Before we left on our voyage I was unable to check the weather in the area we were staying, so I was quite surprised when I heard. "Just came in today so I can check out our site because the weather will only get worse as the week goes on."
No problem I thought, I'll just watch the weather and then take it up with the Lord. Which I proceeded to do. There was a strong chance of rain all day for over half of our vacation. God will take care of us.
The second night there we noticed water on the floor. Not a good thing. A little creek inside the camper, paper towels and figuring out where it came from was a big help. We realized the window behind the kitchen sink was dripping and the water filled up the slide out. Of course the water needed to come out somewhere this is why we had the creek.
The next morning thought a tarp would take care of the problem, so my husband put one over the window and half of the slide out. This seemed to help the creek stop or at least become just a puddle. Paper towels were constantly changed as the rain decided to stay.
Thankful that we discovered the leak because this was happening when the camper was in storage as well, we pressed on. The Lord let the rain come at night most of the time instead of during the day, allowing us to do the things we planned. Even though we got soaked to the bone while riding horses.
The worst happened the day before we were to leave. The skies just opened up and now a waterfall fell inside as well as the creek. Tears filled my eyes, it isn't suppose to rain inside. One of my cabinets filled with a half inch of water. Not fun. The tarp was removed and the slide out put in. Eventually the water fall and creek dried up the rain though outside lingered on. The water damage inside the camper is evident. I was so ready for sunshine again.
Three hours after our voyage home began we saw it, the bright shiny thing in the sky. It was so nice to see the sun after not seeing it for days. My husband even insisted we picnic in the sun, not the nice shady picnic tables. No, the one right in the sun.
Sadly as I looked back on our vacation I wondered why did this happen? Why did it have to rain so much? Why did it need to leak inside? I wondered why God had this as his plan for us? Was He even there?
As we unpacked the camper a surprise was found. Something shiny caught my eye as I emptied my closet, what in the world was that? My cross necklace! Seriously, I lost it over a year ago and don't remember losing it in the camper.
God sending me His love. "See I am with you always even when it seems dark, I got this." God shared with me. He will lead me in the way I need to go even if that means I have to deal with a mess. God took care of us.
Before we left on our voyage I was unable to check the weather in the area we were staying, so I was quite surprised when I heard. "Just came in today so I can check out our site because the weather will only get worse as the week goes on."
No problem I thought, I'll just watch the weather and then take it up with the Lord. Which I proceeded to do. There was a strong chance of rain all day for over half of our vacation. God will take care of us.
The second night there we noticed water on the floor. Not a good thing. A little creek inside the camper, paper towels and figuring out where it came from was a big help. We realized the window behind the kitchen sink was dripping and the water filled up the slide out. Of course the water needed to come out somewhere this is why we had the creek.
The next morning thought a tarp would take care of the problem, so my husband put one over the window and half of the slide out. This seemed to help the creek stop or at least become just a puddle. Paper towels were constantly changed as the rain decided to stay.
Thankful that we discovered the leak because this was happening when the camper was in storage as well, we pressed on. The Lord let the rain come at night most of the time instead of during the day, allowing us to do the things we planned. Even though we got soaked to the bone while riding horses.
The worst happened the day before we were to leave. The skies just opened up and now a waterfall fell inside as well as the creek. Tears filled my eyes, it isn't suppose to rain inside. One of my cabinets filled with a half inch of water. Not fun. The tarp was removed and the slide out put in. Eventually the water fall and creek dried up the rain though outside lingered on. The water damage inside the camper is evident. I was so ready for sunshine again.
Three hours after our voyage home began we saw it, the bright shiny thing in the sky. It was so nice to see the sun after not seeing it for days. My husband even insisted we picnic in the sun, not the nice shady picnic tables. No, the one right in the sun.
Sadly as I looked back on our vacation I wondered why did this happen? Why did it have to rain so much? Why did it need to leak inside? I wondered why God had this as his plan for us? Was He even there?
As we unpacked the camper a surprise was found. Something shiny caught my eye as I emptied my closet, what in the world was that? My cross necklace! Seriously, I lost it over a year ago and don't remember losing it in the camper.
God sending me His love. "See I am with you always even when it seems dark, I got this." God shared with me. He will lead me in the way I need to go even if that means I have to deal with a mess. God took care of us.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Green Sludge
Jesus replied, "I tell you the truth, everyone who sins is a slave to sin. Now a slave has no permanent place in the family, but a son belongs to it forever. So if the Son sets you free you will be free indeed." John 8:34-36 NIV
The green in the pool was pretty bad. We began the process of getting it clean: turn the filter on 24 hours a day, add the chlorine, brush the pool down. There was hope the next day the green shade was a little lighter, so chlorine was added again. The next day though the pool was as green as before.
The process was done again and again. Water samples were taken to the pool supply store. They sent home directions on exactly how to get the water clear. Occasionally, there was hope a glimmer of blue and then right back to green. A new filter was bought and a pool vacuum.
Next, some water was drained off and replaced in hopes that a foot of new water would help. Again the chemical process was done and once again it failed. Finally, the decision was made to completely drain and refill the pool. There was hope as it refilled and looked clear. Unfortunately, once it was completely filled there was once again a hint of green. Why was this happening still? Somehow though, it cleared up and the pool is usable once again.
Having a green pool made me think of a time of when I held my secret from God. Was there something I wasn't doing or admitting? How could I hide my sin away from Him or anyone else? I could try to clean it up, but still it lingered there taunting me. It wasn't until I admitted my problem to Him, that it was finally completely gone and cleaned up.
Now I am truly free indeed.
The green in the pool was pretty bad. We began the process of getting it clean: turn the filter on 24 hours a day, add the chlorine, brush the pool down. There was hope the next day the green shade was a little lighter, so chlorine was added again. The next day though the pool was as green as before.
The process was done again and again. Water samples were taken to the pool supply store. They sent home directions on exactly how to get the water clear. Occasionally, there was hope a glimmer of blue and then right back to green. A new filter was bought and a pool vacuum.
Next, some water was drained off and replaced in hopes that a foot of new water would help. Again the chemical process was done and once again it failed. Finally, the decision was made to completely drain and refill the pool. There was hope as it refilled and looked clear. Unfortunately, once it was completely filled there was once again a hint of green. Why was this happening still? Somehow though, it cleared up and the pool is usable once again.
Having a green pool made me think of a time of when I held my secret from God. Was there something I wasn't doing or admitting? How could I hide my sin away from Him or anyone else? I could try to clean it up, but still it lingered there taunting me. It wasn't until I admitted my problem to Him, that it was finally completely gone and cleaned up.
Now I am truly free indeed.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Sometimes I'd Rather be a Hippo
Lazy hands make a man poor, but diligent hands bring wealth. Proverbs 10:4 NIV
A trip to the zoo can be rather interesting. The smells, the sounds, the seeing the different animals...it was an enjoyable day.
The kids had lots of questions and were very good as we walked and walked. Most of them experienced touching a string ray, and it was quite amusing as the manatee seemed to be drawn to our bright orange shirts. We even witness an orangutan getting dressed.
After a lunch break we continued our voyage. There was still much to see. The prairie dogs were busy at work as usual. Their diligence brought about new holes and a lot of business that I don't quite understand. At times I feel busy. I set about on a task that I know needs completed and keep at it until it's done. Business that no one quite understands but me.
Then we saw the hippo. At first, we thought he was hiding somewhere since we didn't see him. To our surprise he was in the water right under our feet, napping away completely unaware of our presence. It was very hot and I thought "how wonderful it would be, to be in the cool water relaxing away." The hippo seemed rather content to be lazy. At times it's nice to be lazy. Laying around not worrying about anything.
There are times when I need to be busy. It's a lot easier to get the things done when they need to be rather than putting it off and adding undo stress in my life. It's when things get piled up that I tend to be more stressful and grumpy. There are also times when it's OK to be lazy. God does want us to take a day of rest at least once a week.
Now where is my swimsuit and raft? It's time to relax and enjoy the coolness of the water.
A trip to the zoo can be rather interesting. The smells, the sounds, the seeing the different animals...it was an enjoyable day.
The kids had lots of questions and were very good as we walked and walked. Most of them experienced touching a string ray, and it was quite amusing as the manatee seemed to be drawn to our bright orange shirts. We even witness an orangutan getting dressed.
After a lunch break we continued our voyage. There was still much to see. The prairie dogs were busy at work as usual. Their diligence brought about new holes and a lot of business that I don't quite understand. At times I feel busy. I set about on a task that I know needs completed and keep at it until it's done. Business that no one quite understands but me.
Then we saw the hippo. At first, we thought he was hiding somewhere since we didn't see him. To our surprise he was in the water right under our feet, napping away completely unaware of our presence. It was very hot and I thought "how wonderful it would be, to be in the cool water relaxing away." The hippo seemed rather content to be lazy. At times it's nice to be lazy. Laying around not worrying about anything.
There are times when I need to be busy. It's a lot easier to get the things done when they need to be rather than putting it off and adding undo stress in my life. It's when things get piled up that I tend to be more stressful and grumpy. There are also times when it's OK to be lazy. God does want us to take a day of rest at least once a week.
Now where is my swimsuit and raft? It's time to relax and enjoy the coolness of the water.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Standing Strong
Finally, be strong on the Lord and his mighty power. Ephesians 6:10 NIV
Over and over again this week I've needed to be strong in the Lord. I've needed to step back and watch Him come through again and again.
A store I usually go to was out of something I needed. Sure there are other stores around here that I could of gone to and checked to see if they had it. I decided to go a different route though. I came home and located the item online. It promised that I could have it by Tuesday, so I went ahead and ordered it. That would give me several days to complete the job I needed to do with it.
Realization came when it was time to pay for express shipping, I was willing to until my $90 bill ended up $440. It wanted to charge me $350 for shipping. There was a problem there, so I went back to the free shipping. Now I'd have to trust in God to get it here in time. If not there wouldn't be any shirts until half way through Bible school. Not a good plan.
I asked others to pray and wouldn't you know it, the items arrived a day ahead of the original expected delivery day.
Time and time again I have had things come up. Some have made me frustrated, others have left me confused. When I began it my way it wasn't going well. Luckily, I realized it and soon I stood strong in the Lord and the problem seemed to solve itself.
God keeps showing me again and again His mighty power and how good it is to stand strong in His strength.
Over and over again this week I've needed to be strong in the Lord. I've needed to step back and watch Him come through again and again.
A store I usually go to was out of something I needed. Sure there are other stores around here that I could of gone to and checked to see if they had it. I decided to go a different route though. I came home and located the item online. It promised that I could have it by Tuesday, so I went ahead and ordered it. That would give me several days to complete the job I needed to do with it.
Realization came when it was time to pay for express shipping, I was willing to until my $90 bill ended up $440. It wanted to charge me $350 for shipping. There was a problem there, so I went back to the free shipping. Now I'd have to trust in God to get it here in time. If not there wouldn't be any shirts until half way through Bible school. Not a good plan.
I asked others to pray and wouldn't you know it, the items arrived a day ahead of the original expected delivery day.
Time and time again I have had things come up. Some have made me frustrated, others have left me confused. When I began it my way it wasn't going well. Luckily, I realized it and soon I stood strong in the Lord and the problem seemed to solve itself.
God keeps showing me again and again His mighty power and how good it is to stand strong in His strength.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Trust Is Sometimes Hard
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your path straight. Proverbs 3:5 NIV
Why again Lord? I mean you know I trust you, so why I am being put in a situation again to prove that I trust you.
As summer approaches, I begun to worry(just a little). I wondered will I have enough kids to help the bills stay paid? Will there be enough money for vacation? Will everyone do what they promised to do?
It came at no surprise that two of the children I care for will not be here for the summer. One is moving and the other is getting tutored and staying with a cousin. So the concern of money came to my mind. I mean I trust the Lord to provide for our needs, I just don't want to go crazy and spend to much money.
He assured me though. For months I wrote out our budget and figured everything out. At the beginning of the year I kind of stopped because everything was basically the same, so as long as I spent the same as the other months it'd be fine. Now the thought of being down $400 plus for the next few months was a little scary. So finally after I sat down and did the budget for the next four weeks. Everything seem to work out with a small adjustment to the amount spent on groceries, and no date nights. I was comforted. Even though I'm more worried about the four weeks that follow these four weeks, but I trust it will be fine.
Then yesterday worry filled me again as something didn't happen that I planned on happening. The worry thoughts consumed me. I tried not to go there, but my brain kept doing it anyway. Even if my heart was trying to assure me it'd be fine. After sharing with the lovely ladies at Bible study, I was comforted.
Another obstacle popped up over the weekend. The store where I usually buy supplies to make T-shirts didn't have what I needed. Sure I could have ran from store to store searching for what I needed. Instead I came home and searched over the Internet. I found what I needed and I could have had the merchandise in two days or even overnight. I requested that and was shocked when my bill went over $400. I looked and the shipping for two day was $350, "no way" I said. So then I changed it back to regular and now I have to trust that it will get here in time, so I can make 30 t-shirts for Vacation Bible School. I'm probably bugging God as I keep asking Him to get the shipment here in time. But I also trust Him to work it out.
Trust is placing confidence in one. So now I will once again place confidence in the one who created me and has the power to do amazing things. With God all things are possible.
Why again Lord? I mean you know I trust you, so why I am being put in a situation again to prove that I trust you.
As summer approaches, I begun to worry(just a little). I wondered will I have enough kids to help the bills stay paid? Will there be enough money for vacation? Will everyone do what they promised to do?
It came at no surprise that two of the children I care for will not be here for the summer. One is moving and the other is getting tutored and staying with a cousin. So the concern of money came to my mind. I mean I trust the Lord to provide for our needs, I just don't want to go crazy and spend to much money.
He assured me though. For months I wrote out our budget and figured everything out. At the beginning of the year I kind of stopped because everything was basically the same, so as long as I spent the same as the other months it'd be fine. Now the thought of being down $400 plus for the next few months was a little scary. So finally after I sat down and did the budget for the next four weeks. Everything seem to work out with a small adjustment to the amount spent on groceries, and no date nights. I was comforted. Even though I'm more worried about the four weeks that follow these four weeks, but I trust it will be fine.
Then yesterday worry filled me again as something didn't happen that I planned on happening. The worry thoughts consumed me. I tried not to go there, but my brain kept doing it anyway. Even if my heart was trying to assure me it'd be fine. After sharing with the lovely ladies at Bible study, I was comforted.
Another obstacle popped up over the weekend. The store where I usually buy supplies to make T-shirts didn't have what I needed. Sure I could have ran from store to store searching for what I needed. Instead I came home and searched over the Internet. I found what I needed and I could have had the merchandise in two days or even overnight. I requested that and was shocked when my bill went over $400. I looked and the shipping for two day was $350, "no way" I said. So then I changed it back to regular and now I have to trust that it will get here in time, so I can make 30 t-shirts for Vacation Bible School. I'm probably bugging God as I keep asking Him to get the shipment here in time. But I also trust Him to work it out.
Trust is placing confidence in one. So now I will once again place confidence in the one who created me and has the power to do amazing things. With God all things are possible.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Laziness Wasn't to Bad
There remains then, a Sabbath-rest for the people of God; for anyone who enters God's rest also rests from his work, just as God did from his. Hebrews 4:9-10 NIV
Not quite sure how it happened...after lunch on Saturday it seemed as if naps were going to occur. Four of the five of us had managed to fallen asleep. I vowed this wasn't going to be me because if I nap during the day sometimes it's very hard to fall asleep at night.
I grabbed my Nook and headed outside. After struggling to find the fan and a table to put it on, I opened my chair and got comfortable so I could read. Soon though my head began to bob and my eyelids felt heavy before I knew it I had succumb to a nap. Occasionally, I peeked to see what was going on-everything was still quiet so once again I fell back asleep. It did feel nice.
Sunday we had company, so it was easier to stay awake. Monday it was time to head home. After unloading and some lunch. I was drawn to my couch where I turned on the TV and zoned out for awhile (the rest of the day). My head bobbed again and the eyelids shut tight, a nap was on the agenda again.
Sure there were chores calling my name. I mean my closet could use a good clean up again. Not to mention the mess in the utility room. Instead though I rested. I felt guilty as I wasn't even motivated to lead Bible study last night. I wanted to rest and veg out instead.
Does this make me a bad person? Did I not do the right thing? Should I have fought the urge to rest and done the things that needed to be done?
I guess I could have, but sometimes it's OK just to rest. If it was alright for God to rest, then on occasion it must be alright for me to rest. He did make it a point to mention it in the Ten Commandments. Now I am refreshed and ready to begin again.
Not quite sure how it happened...after lunch on Saturday it seemed as if naps were going to occur. Four of the five of us had managed to fallen asleep. I vowed this wasn't going to be me because if I nap during the day sometimes it's very hard to fall asleep at night.
I grabbed my Nook and headed outside. After struggling to find the fan and a table to put it on, I opened my chair and got comfortable so I could read. Soon though my head began to bob and my eyelids felt heavy before I knew it I had succumb to a nap. Occasionally, I peeked to see what was going on-everything was still quiet so once again I fell back asleep. It did feel nice.
Sunday we had company, so it was easier to stay awake. Monday it was time to head home. After unloading and some lunch. I was drawn to my couch where I turned on the TV and zoned out for awhile (the rest of the day). My head bobbed again and the eyelids shut tight, a nap was on the agenda again.
Sure there were chores calling my name. I mean my closet could use a good clean up again. Not to mention the mess in the utility room. Instead though I rested. I felt guilty as I wasn't even motivated to lead Bible study last night. I wanted to rest and veg out instead.
Does this make me a bad person? Did I not do the right thing? Should I have fought the urge to rest and done the things that needed to be done?
I guess I could have, but sometimes it's OK just to rest. If it was alright for God to rest, then on occasion it must be alright for me to rest. He did make it a point to mention it in the Ten Commandments. Now I am refreshed and ready to begin again.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Being Out of My Comfort Zone Wasn't So Bad
So do not be ashamed to testify about our Lord, or ashamed of me his prisoner. But join with me in suffering for the gospel, by the power of God, who has saved us and called us to a holy life--not because of anything we have done but because of his own purpose and grace. 2 Timothy 1:8-9 NIV
A couple of weeks ago I shared that God was calling me to something. Something that was not in my plan, and I really never saw myself doing. This past Sunday though I did it, and if it wasn't for the Lord I wouldn't have.
When I woke up Sunday morning I felt fine. Of course the task of what God called me to do was on my mind, but I wasn't nervous. In fact, I had peace. Then we arrived at church and soon the butterflies danced in my stomach.
The friend who first suggested the idea came up early to hug and encourage me. She was unable to be there later because she just started a job five days sooner. I had time by myself in the sanctuary where the butterflies disappeared leaving me with peace once again.
I went about my usual routine, well pretty much we had a cover dish following service and there was stuff to do to prepare for that. Funny how God affirmed the message I was to give with the Sunday School lesson for the kids.
Service began as usual, there were a few returners since it was the 119th birthday of the church. After passing of the peace and the next song the butterflies returned. I looked to another friend to let her know I was nervous and she mouthed "You can do it", to me.
My husband introduced me and I proceeded to the pulpit. Funny how that short walk left me with peace once again. I shared the message God called me to share and before I knew it the task was completed.
God and His power is what got me through. I'm not quite sure why He called me to give the message on this particular day. All I know is when I hear His call I need to obey. For it is by His grace that I have been saved and through Him all things are possible. Even if I have to come out of my comfort zone.
A couple of weeks ago I shared that God was calling me to something. Something that was not in my plan, and I really never saw myself doing. This past Sunday though I did it, and if it wasn't for the Lord I wouldn't have.
When I woke up Sunday morning I felt fine. Of course the task of what God called me to do was on my mind, but I wasn't nervous. In fact, I had peace. Then we arrived at church and soon the butterflies danced in my stomach.
The friend who first suggested the idea came up early to hug and encourage me. She was unable to be there later because she just started a job five days sooner. I had time by myself in the sanctuary where the butterflies disappeared leaving me with peace once again.
I went about my usual routine, well pretty much we had a cover dish following service and there was stuff to do to prepare for that. Funny how God affirmed the message I was to give with the Sunday School lesson for the kids.
Service began as usual, there were a few returners since it was the 119th birthday of the church. After passing of the peace and the next song the butterflies returned. I looked to another friend to let her know I was nervous and she mouthed "You can do it", to me.
My husband introduced me and I proceeded to the pulpit. Funny how that short walk left me with peace once again. I shared the message God called me to share and before I knew it the task was completed.
God and His power is what got me through. I'm not quite sure why He called me to give the message on this particular day. All I know is when I hear His call I need to obey. For it is by His grace that I have been saved and through Him all things are possible. Even if I have to come out of my comfort zone.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Ten Butterflies All Safe and Sound
Shout with joy to God, all the earth! Sing glory to his name; make his praise glorious! Psalm 66: 1-2 NIV
A little over a week and a half ago, our caterpillars arrived in the mail. The kids knew they were coming and kept asking, "Ms. Diana, are they here yet?"
So you can imagine their joy when they finally arrived. They'd watch the two cups containing our little caterpillars. I explained what would happen next and not to scare them by shaking or tapping their cup. We began praying for ten beautiful butterflies.
Then it happened soon they made it to the top of the cup and formed their cocoons. It happen rather quickly. Next came the part I was scared to do, I was so afraid I'd hurt one of them. My daughter even laughed at me when I carefully carried one container over to the pavilion where they would live as butterflies.
The plan was to open the cups and remove this lining that the cocoons were attached to. Once that was done then you'd pin it to the side of the netting. Remarkably, it went rather smoothly. Really, there was nothing to fear since the paper they were attached to was made for them to stay secure.
Finally, a few days later the first butterfly made it's appearance. Quickly followed by the second. Four more came during the night. Then one more later that morning. One more the next night and the final two sometime Sunday morning. All ten of them made it!
Praise God! It's been amazing to watch His glories emerge, and His beauty put on each butterfly. Just as he puts His beauty on each of us.
A little over a week and a half ago, our caterpillars arrived in the mail. The kids knew they were coming and kept asking, "Ms. Diana, are they here yet?"
So you can imagine their joy when they finally arrived. They'd watch the two cups containing our little caterpillars. I explained what would happen next and not to scare them by shaking or tapping their cup. We began praying for ten beautiful butterflies.
Then it happened soon they made it to the top of the cup and formed their cocoons. It happen rather quickly. Next came the part I was scared to do, I was so afraid I'd hurt one of them. My daughter even laughed at me when I carefully carried one container over to the pavilion where they would live as butterflies.
The plan was to open the cups and remove this lining that the cocoons were attached to. Once that was done then you'd pin it to the side of the netting. Remarkably, it went rather smoothly. Really, there was nothing to fear since the paper they were attached to was made for them to stay secure.
Finally, a few days later the first butterfly made it's appearance. Quickly followed by the second. Four more came during the night. Then one more later that morning. One more the next night and the final two sometime Sunday morning. All ten of them made it!
Praise God! It's been amazing to watch His glories emerge, and His beauty put on each butterfly. Just as he puts His beauty on each of us.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Out of My Comfort Zone
If we are distressed, it is for your comfort, which produces in you patient endurance of the same sufferings we suffer. 2 Corinthians 1:6 NIV
Relaxing on my couch with my feet up, now that's what brings me comfort. When I sit with a good book chilling in my folding chair by my camper now that brings me comfort. Following my routine and everything going smoothly now that's what brings me comfort. Yes, even holding one of my teddy bears brings me comfort.
This past Sunday one of my friends suggested something. Something that would put me out of my comfort zone. When she first suggested I thought she went completely nuts for a moment. I mean how could I possibly do what she asked? Besides my husband wouldn't think it was a good idea or would he?
On our drive home from church, I shared what this friend suggested. He not only thought it was a good idea, but told me I'd be good at it. Now what kind of supportive husband is that, LOL.
"Well I'm going to pray about it," I replied. Surely God won't think this is a good idea.
So yesterday before I even had the chance to pray and ask God if He thought this was a good idea. He put an idea in my head. One that would work really well. Oh dear.
Then when I shared with my small group this idea, they all cheered me on and said "Go for it."
So with all this-um, support. I guess in a couple weeks I will get out of my comfort zone, and do something I never planned on doing.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Relaxing on my couch with my feet up, now that's what brings me comfort. When I sit with a good book chilling in my folding chair by my camper now that brings me comfort. Following my routine and everything going smoothly now that's what brings me comfort. Yes, even holding one of my teddy bears brings me comfort.
This past Sunday one of my friends suggested something. Something that would put me out of my comfort zone. When she first suggested I thought she went completely nuts for a moment. I mean how could I possibly do what she asked? Besides my husband wouldn't think it was a good idea or would he?
On our drive home from church, I shared what this friend suggested. He not only thought it was a good idea, but told me I'd be good at it. Now what kind of supportive husband is that, LOL.
"Well I'm going to pray about it," I replied. Surely God won't think this is a good idea.
So yesterday before I even had the chance to pray and ask God if He thought this was a good idea. He put an idea in my head. One that would work really well. Oh dear.
Then when I shared with my small group this idea, they all cheered me on and said "Go for it."
So with all this-um, support. I guess in a couple weeks I will get out of my comfort zone, and do something I never planned on doing.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Everything is Beautiful
He has made everything beautiful in his time. Ecclesiastes 3:11a
Some mornings when I get up and see myself in the mirror, I wonder "what happened?" I mean my hair is all over, druel is stuck to my face, and sometimes there is crusties in my eyes. How in the world am I even suppose to think I'm beautiful yet alone pretty?
God began our world by creating light-the sun, the moon, and stars. One of the most beautiful sights is watching the sunset. I've had the pleasure of sitting at the beach as the sun kisses the water. The beautiful colors of orange and yellow spread through the sky as the sun says "Good Night."
Then God gave us the sky. The sky some days is my favorite shade of blue. It's enjoyable to just sit and watch the white puffy clouds go by. Sometimes they even form shapes, and as soon as you figure out what it is; it changes. The night sky can be just as pretty; when away from the lights of the city. The sky is filled with stars. It's hard to even count how many stars fill the sky. The moon is amazing too when it shines down on me peeking through my blind.
Next God made the land and vegetation. Have you ever had a chance to voyage to the top of a mountain and just stand there gazing out at the wonder of it all? One of my favorite spots to visit is the mountains. It never ceases to amaze me how far I can see when on top of a mountain. The trees, the cleared land, the flowers are all so beautiful and peaceful. God's hand at work.
After this God created animals, birds, and sea life. He filled up his wonderful land with creatures to enjoy it. Once when I was camping as a young girl, I had a chance to sit and wait to see what creatures I could see. Finally, they came. I got to look across a field with binoculars and see a family of deer. They were beautiful and well worth the wait.
Then God made it most unique creation-man and woman made in the image of Him. He made us to look like Him. Nothing else He made was as unique as us. He formed Adam and then Eve with His hands. He still forms each of us when we are in our mother's womb. He takes the time to create each of us. Now if God can make this world beautiful then how much more beautiful can He make each of us- freckles and all.
God sees you as good, He made you beautiful. So the next time I wake up in a shambles, I just need to remind myself "God made me, and God doesn't make any junk. I am beautiful and wonderfully made." The same can be said of you.
Some mornings when I get up and see myself in the mirror, I wonder "what happened?" I mean my hair is all over, druel is stuck to my face, and sometimes there is crusties in my eyes. How in the world am I even suppose to think I'm beautiful yet alone pretty?
God began our world by creating light-the sun, the moon, and stars. One of the most beautiful sights is watching the sunset. I've had the pleasure of sitting at the beach as the sun kisses the water. The beautiful colors of orange and yellow spread through the sky as the sun says "Good Night."
Then God gave us the sky. The sky some days is my favorite shade of blue. It's enjoyable to just sit and watch the white puffy clouds go by. Sometimes they even form shapes, and as soon as you figure out what it is; it changes. The night sky can be just as pretty; when away from the lights of the city. The sky is filled with stars. It's hard to even count how many stars fill the sky. The moon is amazing too when it shines down on me peeking through my blind.
Next God made the land and vegetation. Have you ever had a chance to voyage to the top of a mountain and just stand there gazing out at the wonder of it all? One of my favorite spots to visit is the mountains. It never ceases to amaze me how far I can see when on top of a mountain. The trees, the cleared land, the flowers are all so beautiful and peaceful. God's hand at work.
After this God created animals, birds, and sea life. He filled up his wonderful land with creatures to enjoy it. Once when I was camping as a young girl, I had a chance to sit and wait to see what creatures I could see. Finally, they came. I got to look across a field with binoculars and see a family of deer. They were beautiful and well worth the wait.
Then God made it most unique creation-man and woman made in the image of Him. He made us to look like Him. Nothing else He made was as unique as us. He formed Adam and then Eve with His hands. He still forms each of us when we are in our mother's womb. He takes the time to create each of us. Now if God can make this world beautiful then how much more beautiful can He make each of us- freckles and all.
God sees you as good, He made you beautiful. So the next time I wake up in a shambles, I just need to remind myself "God made me, and God doesn't make any junk. I am beautiful and wonderfully made." The same can be said of you.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Zap, Not Again
I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world. John 16:33 NIV
Trouble at home: the day began fine. Then it seemed to unravel. First, for some strange reason the toilet took an hour to refill after each flush. Kind of a problem when so many of us need to use it. Then while fixing dinner I heard a "zap". I wasn't sure what it was, but it did make me want to stand away from my appliances. When I took the peas out of the microwave and they were still frozen that's when I realized what had happened. The microwave gave up.
Trouble at work: Some days work is great. Other days work is tough. Dealing with children is a joy, but also at times a challenge. Some challenges don't come from the kids at all, but the different inspection agencies that have to come in. They can totally disrupt my day. Sometimes they can be very demanding even worse then the kids. Then there are times when I have to wait for a payment and wait and wait. This can be challenging when I have to pay my bills with these payments.
Trouble in our town: Sure there are a lot of good days, but sometimes crime seems to launch at an all time high. There are beggars at every major intersection. Accidents are on the rise.
Trouble in our country: A bombing, an explosion, hurricanes, blizzards, tornadoes.
One gets the idea: there is trouble all around us. How do we deal with these troubles? Do we throw in the towel? Do we let our anger rise and get the best of us?
Sure some days there seems to be more troubles then other days. At times it can be a bit overwhelming. This is when I need to take it to God, and trust Him to work it out.
He knows troubles will arise after all we live in a fallen world. He has overcome these troubles. He has gained the victory.
One day we will all gain the victory as long as we trust Him. One day we will have no more troubles only perfect peace.
Trouble at home: the day began fine. Then it seemed to unravel. First, for some strange reason the toilet took an hour to refill after each flush. Kind of a problem when so many of us need to use it. Then while fixing dinner I heard a "zap". I wasn't sure what it was, but it did make me want to stand away from my appliances. When I took the peas out of the microwave and they were still frozen that's when I realized what had happened. The microwave gave up.
Trouble at work: Some days work is great. Other days work is tough. Dealing with children is a joy, but also at times a challenge. Some challenges don't come from the kids at all, but the different inspection agencies that have to come in. They can totally disrupt my day. Sometimes they can be very demanding even worse then the kids. Then there are times when I have to wait for a payment and wait and wait. This can be challenging when I have to pay my bills with these payments.
Trouble in our town: Sure there are a lot of good days, but sometimes crime seems to launch at an all time high. There are beggars at every major intersection. Accidents are on the rise.
Trouble in our country: A bombing, an explosion, hurricanes, blizzards, tornadoes.
One gets the idea: there is trouble all around us. How do we deal with these troubles? Do we throw in the towel? Do we let our anger rise and get the best of us?
Sure some days there seems to be more troubles then other days. At times it can be a bit overwhelming. This is when I need to take it to God, and trust Him to work it out.
He knows troubles will arise after all we live in a fallen world. He has overcome these troubles. He has gained the victory.
One day we will all gain the victory as long as we trust Him. One day we will have no more troubles only perfect peace.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
"You Want Me to do, What?"
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6
"I'm going to stand here and I want you to just fall back. Don't worry I'll catch you." I dared the kids one Sunday during Children's Church.
They looked at me a little strange, but one by one they came forward taking a chance. A chance, I'm not sure I would take with one of them. Mainly because most of them are a good 18 inches shorter and probably 100 pounds lighter than me.
As each one went and the others could see that I'd catch them. It made it easier for the next one to go. After the last one went, my daughter who was graciously helping me volunteers to catch me. "Are you sure?" I looked at her. So in order to prove our lesson on trust, I have to fall into my daughter's arms. I recall the couple of falls I've had in the last few years...followed by the four weeks of physical therapy. Is she serious?
She stands behind me, my back is to her and I do it...I fall. She catches me of course and I breath a sigh of relief.
TRUST- at times, it can be such a hard thing. Other times though-it's easy. We all trust in gravity, I mean we don't even have to even think about it. We get it up-it's there. We walk across the floor-it's there. We don't all of a sudden begin to float away--nope we pretty much stick to the ground.
We also trust in other drivers. The light is red, we believe that the people going in the other direction are going to stop. Same thing when we come to a four-way stop. We trust that the driver's approaching that stop sign are going to do what he/she was taught.
So why do we find it so difficult to TRUST in the one who created us? I mean He knows all, He's all powerful, He's every where, He doesn't make mistakes. Today I was reminded once again that He knows the number of hairs on my head. I mean I don't even know that. God's plans for us are for good. He doesn't want bad things to happen to us. After all He loves us.
Isn't it time for us to fall into His loving arms and TRUST He will work it out?
"I'm going to stand here and I want you to just fall back. Don't worry I'll catch you." I dared the kids one Sunday during Children's Church.
They looked at me a little strange, but one by one they came forward taking a chance. A chance, I'm not sure I would take with one of them. Mainly because most of them are a good 18 inches shorter and probably 100 pounds lighter than me.
As each one went and the others could see that I'd catch them. It made it easier for the next one to go. After the last one went, my daughter who was graciously helping me volunteers to catch me. "Are you sure?" I looked at her. So in order to prove our lesson on trust, I have to fall into my daughter's arms. I recall the couple of falls I've had in the last few years...followed by the four weeks of physical therapy. Is she serious?
She stands behind me, my back is to her and I do it...I fall. She catches me of course and I breath a sigh of relief.
TRUST- at times, it can be such a hard thing. Other times though-it's easy. We all trust in gravity, I mean we don't even have to even think about it. We get it up-it's there. We walk across the floor-it's there. We don't all of a sudden begin to float away--nope we pretty much stick to the ground.
We also trust in other drivers. The light is red, we believe that the people going in the other direction are going to stop. Same thing when we come to a four-way stop. We trust that the driver's approaching that stop sign are going to do what he/she was taught.
So why do we find it so difficult to TRUST in the one who created us? I mean He knows all, He's all powerful, He's every where, He doesn't make mistakes. Today I was reminded once again that He knows the number of hairs on my head. I mean I don't even know that. God's plans for us are for good. He doesn't want bad things to happen to us. After all He loves us.
Isn't it time for us to fall into His loving arms and TRUST He will work it out?
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
OK, I Get It!
Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. Romans 5:1-2a NIV
Have you ever had a message given to you over and over again? It comes a different ways, but the underlying topic is the same.
This past week that's what happen to me. I read several devotions, and within a three day period I received the same message-PEACE.
Finally, I said "I get it Lord, I need to have peace."
The funny thing is I believe my life is pretty peaceful. Sure there are days like yesterday when no one wanted to even consider having peace. The kids were fighting over the dumbest things and were quick to correct each other. The sad part about the correcting was they were saying exactly the same thing. I was at my wits end, "I just need five minutes without having to get onto anyone!"
It took another fifteen minutes before that was possible, finally the peace came.
There eventually will be peace, even in the most chaotic situation. God can come in an intervene. The answer may not be the one we desire, but it usually turns out to be the best one.
We can have peace through our Lord Jesus Christ. I will continue to seek peace even when my day is out of control.
Have you ever had a message given to you over and over again? It comes a different ways, but the underlying topic is the same.
This past week that's what happen to me. I read several devotions, and within a three day period I received the same message-PEACE.
Finally, I said "I get it Lord, I need to have peace."
The funny thing is I believe my life is pretty peaceful. Sure there are days like yesterday when no one wanted to even consider having peace. The kids were fighting over the dumbest things and were quick to correct each other. The sad part about the correcting was they were saying exactly the same thing. I was at my wits end, "I just need five minutes without having to get onto anyone!"
It took another fifteen minutes before that was possible, finally the peace came.
There eventually will be peace, even in the most chaotic situation. God can come in an intervene. The answer may not be the one we desire, but it usually turns out to be the best one.
We can have peace through our Lord Jesus Christ. I will continue to seek peace even when my day is out of control.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
My Heart Ached
As a result, he does not live the rest of his life for evil human desires, but rather for the will of God. 1 Peter 4:2 NIV
What a crazy Holy week I experienced. Some of us felt the ugliness and the confusion over what is happening to our country. It's on the news, on our home page, and all over Facebook.
I was happy to see those take a stand for what we know God desires, even if it meant some of us were ridiculed for it. Standing up for what's right isn't easy, but I understand because I live for the will of God. By living by His will it may mean taking a stand for something we believe in even when others don't.
This country has lost a lot because Christians were afraid to take a stand. Now though we've come together and try our best.
This week though my heart ached for someone who was taking a stand for what he believed was right. Which is against what the Bible says is right. The part that grieved me most was that he felt Christians were perfect and we shouldn't go around sinning. He apparently has some misguided information about the Bible and it's teachings.
I even shared a Bible verse declaring that we "all our sinners and fall short of the glory of God."Romans 3:23 Of course he took this as me saying I wasn't a sinner and I was looking down on him. In truth I was looking at him in love. Through the eyes of Christ.
You see God loves him just as much as God loves me or anyone else. It because of this love that He sent us Jesus. Jesus would have still come if this man was the only one on earth. Each of us makes mistakes, the biggest difference between me and him is that I've accepted the forgiveness and love of Christ.
I've been praying for this person and I hope that one day he will discover the love of Christ and truly read the Scriptures. Because quoting different verses or different parables without truly understanding them is a misinterpretation. God loves each of us so very much and wants all to come to know Him, so that not one of us will perish but have everlasting life.
What a crazy Holy week I experienced. Some of us felt the ugliness and the confusion over what is happening to our country. It's on the news, on our home page, and all over Facebook.
I was happy to see those take a stand for what we know God desires, even if it meant some of us were ridiculed for it. Standing up for what's right isn't easy, but I understand because I live for the will of God. By living by His will it may mean taking a stand for something we believe in even when others don't.
This country has lost a lot because Christians were afraid to take a stand. Now though we've come together and try our best.
This week though my heart ached for someone who was taking a stand for what he believed was right. Which is against what the Bible says is right. The part that grieved me most was that he felt Christians were perfect and we shouldn't go around sinning. He apparently has some misguided information about the Bible and it's teachings.
I even shared a Bible verse declaring that we "all our sinners and fall short of the glory of God."Romans 3:23 Of course he took this as me saying I wasn't a sinner and I was looking down on him. In truth I was looking at him in love. Through the eyes of Christ.
You see God loves him just as much as God loves me or anyone else. It because of this love that He sent us Jesus. Jesus would have still come if this man was the only one on earth. Each of us makes mistakes, the biggest difference between me and him is that I've accepted the forgiveness and love of Christ.
I've been praying for this person and I hope that one day he will discover the love of Christ and truly read the Scriptures. Because quoting different verses or different parables without truly understanding them is a misinterpretation. God loves each of us so very much and wants all to come to know Him, so that not one of us will perish but have everlasting life.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Don't You Remember Me?
I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me-- John 10:14
"She says she knows you." One of the dads of my day care kids says when he was picking his child up.
"I don't know if I do, her name's not familiar."
Then when I looked out the door, she was sitting in her car. "You know me, remember I was in day care too with Lauren." Truthfully I didn't remember her, even seeing her didn't send me any memory of her.
"Sure, sure I remember Lauren." Then came the normal kind words of asking how somebody's doing. I racked my brain, but I just couldn't place her face or her name, plus it's been a good fifteen or more years since I was in the group she mentioned. I've meet so many people since then that I just couldn't recall her.
I'm glad though we have a Savior who remembers us. He knows each of us whether it's been an hour since we talked to him or fifteen years. He knows each of us. He will never forget.
In fact, he knew us before we even knew ourselves. He knew that we'd be born and when. He also knew we needed a Savior. He came to earth lived a blameless life. He was afraid when it came time to do what he came to do. Still he did it because in order for each of us to be saved--He had to suffer and die.
He went through what he went through just so each of us could be saved and live forever with him. He would of done it if you were the only one here. He loves you that much.
The best part of this is even though he died, he couldn't be stopped. He conquered death. HE IS RISEN! He wants to be a part of each of our lives, all each need to do is admit you've sinned, believe in Him, and commit and be saved today.
"She says she knows you." One of the dads of my day care kids says when he was picking his child up.
"I don't know if I do, her name's not familiar."
Then when I looked out the door, she was sitting in her car. "You know me, remember I was in day care too with Lauren." Truthfully I didn't remember her, even seeing her didn't send me any memory of her.
"Sure, sure I remember Lauren." Then came the normal kind words of asking how somebody's doing. I racked my brain, but I just couldn't place her face or her name, plus it's been a good fifteen or more years since I was in the group she mentioned. I've meet so many people since then that I just couldn't recall her.
I'm glad though we have a Savior who remembers us. He knows each of us whether it's been an hour since we talked to him or fifteen years. He knows each of us. He will never forget.
In fact, he knew us before we even knew ourselves. He knew that we'd be born and when. He also knew we needed a Savior. He came to earth lived a blameless life. He was afraid when it came time to do what he came to do. Still he did it because in order for each of us to be saved--He had to suffer and die.
He went through what he went through just so each of us could be saved and live forever with him. He would of done it if you were the only one here. He loves you that much.
The best part of this is even though he died, he couldn't be stopped. He conquered death. HE IS RISEN! He wants to be a part of each of our lives, all each need to do is admit you've sinned, believe in Him, and commit and be saved today.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
The Bibe is God Breathed?
All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work. 2 Timothy 3:16 NIV
At first I wasn't going to watch it, after all it is showing on a channel that isn't known for being Christian or anything Biblically based. After reading an article though about the producers, I was debating watching it.
I missed the first week, I wasn't even home. The second week though; they showed the first part followed by the second. So I watched, and I'm glad I have. It has been educational.
I'll admit I have read the Bible. I've even managed to read it in it's entirety. There are interesting stories in there, stories that teach. I believe so far they have done a good job of portraying the Bible. Even though some things have come up to make me question if that really was in the Bible. Which inspired me to open the Bible up and follow along, sure enough it was in there.
"I wonder how many people are following along in their Bible's as well?" My husband said as I thumbed around to find where they were at.
"Hopefully a lot," I replied. After all seeing God's word for yourself makes quite an impact.
Sure there have been a few things in this portrayal that may not be quite the way I'd picture it, but aren't most movies about a book like that.
I will continue to watch as God's story and truth continues to unfold. I hope other's do as well. Most importantly though I pray that this will inspire people to get that dusty book off the shelf and open it up to find the most amazing story of all time.
At first I wasn't going to watch it, after all it is showing on a channel that isn't known for being Christian or anything Biblically based. After reading an article though about the producers, I was debating watching it.
I missed the first week, I wasn't even home. The second week though; they showed the first part followed by the second. So I watched, and I'm glad I have. It has been educational.
I'll admit I have read the Bible. I've even managed to read it in it's entirety. There are interesting stories in there, stories that teach. I believe so far they have done a good job of portraying the Bible. Even though some things have come up to make me question if that really was in the Bible. Which inspired me to open the Bible up and follow along, sure enough it was in there.
"I wonder how many people are following along in their Bible's as well?" My husband said as I thumbed around to find where they were at.
"Hopefully a lot," I replied. After all seeing God's word for yourself makes quite an impact.
Sure there have been a few things in this portrayal that may not be quite the way I'd picture it, but aren't most movies about a book like that.
I will continue to watch as God's story and truth continues to unfold. I hope other's do as well. Most importantly though I pray that this will inspire people to get that dusty book off the shelf and open it up to find the most amazing story of all time.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Beauty From Ashes
Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! 2 Corinthians 5:17 NIV
When a friend on Facebook posted this picture all I could think "How beautfiul God is." This is her burn pile. A pile used for dead branches and stuff that will no longer grow. She happened to wonder to the pile one day and to her surprise saw this beautiful sunflower growing amongst the dead. The sun light shinning on it is spectacular.
Sometimes its hard to stand for what's right, when the pile around us is closing in. It's hard to say "this is what I believe," when so many turn the other way.
I can put myself here as this flower, and know that God is with me. His love can warm me and help me know that even if I'm among the pile where there is no growth. He will help me florish.
Sometimes its hard to stand for what's right, when the pile around us is closing in. It's hard to say "this is what I believe," when so many turn the other way.
I can put myself here as this flower, and know that God is with me. His love can warm me and help me know that even if I'm among the pile where there is no growth. He will help me florish.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
It Can Happen to Anyone
What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? Matthew 16:26a
Every time a catch this commercial I think it's for bugs...there is this monstrous looking green thing with teeth. It's a cartoon drawing with the artist drawing it onscreen as the commercial runs. By the end is when I realize the little green monster is a sinkhole.
Sinkholes, I've heard of them and even had to be detoured because one appeared on the highway. That's exactly what they do appear just appear. No one could be more shocked about an appearance of one then a local family. The man went to bed probably just as he did every night. Not realizing the unthinkable was about to happen to him.
His brother heard him yell for help and when he entered his room he saw his bed disappear. He tried to save him, but instead he ended up needing to be saved as the hole grew larger and larger. Yesterday, I saw the hole as crews have torn down the house. It was sad as I realized a man was buried alive there.
The scary thing is this could happen to any of us. Not only this disaster, but any number of things. After all we are not invincible. One day we will all meet our maker. Are you ready?
In the end it doesn't matter what size house you lived, what kind of car you drove, what size TV you had...what matters is if Jesus Christ is your Savior. He is the only one who can give you eternal life.
When I stand face to face to God I want to hear him say "well done my good and faithful servant." My hope is that is want you want to hear as well.
Every time a catch this commercial I think it's for bugs...there is this monstrous looking green thing with teeth. It's a cartoon drawing with the artist drawing it onscreen as the commercial runs. By the end is when I realize the little green monster is a sinkhole.
Sinkholes, I've heard of them and even had to be detoured because one appeared on the highway. That's exactly what they do appear just appear. No one could be more shocked about an appearance of one then a local family. The man went to bed probably just as he did every night. Not realizing the unthinkable was about to happen to him.
His brother heard him yell for help and when he entered his room he saw his bed disappear. He tried to save him, but instead he ended up needing to be saved as the hole grew larger and larger. Yesterday, I saw the hole as crews have torn down the house. It was sad as I realized a man was buried alive there.
The scary thing is this could happen to any of us. Not only this disaster, but any number of things. After all we are not invincible. One day we will all meet our maker. Are you ready?
In the end it doesn't matter what size house you lived, what kind of car you drove, what size TV you had...what matters is if Jesus Christ is your Savior. He is the only one who can give you eternal life.
When I stand face to face to God I want to hear him say "well done my good and faithful servant." My hope is that is want you want to hear as well.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Worship In a Shed
Worship the Lord with gladness; come before him with joyful songs. Psalm 100:2 NIV
"How great is our God, sing with me, how great is our God..." we sang together in a small chapel. My mother's heart was proud as I had entered in and saw my daughter singing praises to the Lord. I had come to pick her up and bring her home, but she was into worshiping the Lord. So I stayed and soon I found myself joining in.
This small chapel is really something special. It is a very small building, not bigger than a shed. That's because it was a shed, and building where junk was thrown to be retrieved at a later date. We know how that goes, soon there is so much stuff in there no one wants to even attempt removing anything. It's much easier to shut the door and forget about it.
Someone though had a vision, a change in this building's appearance. He began to clean out the junk. Once that was gone, he constructed a wooden ceiling. He added stain glass windows and an altar area. He constructed pews and added a hardwood laminate floor. So now at this camp there could be a place to pray and worship God.
This is exactly what we were doing this past Saturday night. It didn't matter the size. Our voices blended together and we sang praises to our creator. There weren't many of us, only nine but it didn't matter. This little shed had really turned into something beautiful.
The Lord can do the same with each of us. We may have filled our heart with junk; so much stuff that we don't even know where to begin. It's become easier to just add to the pile or shut the door and forget about it. Jesus though can come in and clear away the junk the stuff we don't even want to touch again. He can make our hearts pure again, he can clean up the debris. Put in new desires and make us someone beautiful.
"How great is our God, sing with me, how great is our God..." we sang together in a small chapel. My mother's heart was proud as I had entered in and saw my daughter singing praises to the Lord. I had come to pick her up and bring her home, but she was into worshiping the Lord. So I stayed and soon I found myself joining in.
This small chapel is really something special. It is a very small building, not bigger than a shed. That's because it was a shed, and building where junk was thrown to be retrieved at a later date. We know how that goes, soon there is so much stuff in there no one wants to even attempt removing anything. It's much easier to shut the door and forget about it.
Someone though had a vision, a change in this building's appearance. He began to clean out the junk. Once that was gone, he constructed a wooden ceiling. He added stain glass windows and an altar area. He constructed pews and added a hardwood laminate floor. So now at this camp there could be a place to pray and worship God.
This is exactly what we were doing this past Saturday night. It didn't matter the size. Our voices blended together and we sang praises to our creator. There weren't many of us, only nine but it didn't matter. This little shed had really turned into something beautiful.
The Lord can do the same with each of us. We may have filled our heart with junk; so much stuff that we don't even know where to begin. It's become easier to just add to the pile or shut the door and forget about it. Jesus though can come in and clear away the junk the stuff we don't even want to touch again. He can make our hearts pure again, he can clean up the debris. Put in new desires and make us someone beautiful.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Love Can Be Tough
Lazy hands make a man poor, but diligent hands bring wealth. Proverbs 10:4 NIV
"Lord, I just don't know what to do anymore. I've encouraged, I've left him alone, I've waited and waited, but he keeps wasting his days. He's your child, I leave him at your feet. Please do with him what you will. Amen"
A few weeks ago I prayed this prayer. Our mechanical son is now finished with tech school, and now came the time for him to get a job. He had the opportunity at one place, but he blew it because he didn't follow up. He's been waiting for them to come begging him to work for them-not gonna happen.
Now another opportunity was at his doorstep. I wasn't going to sit back and watch him blow it again. I prompted him to call back, or at least e-mail the person who interviewed him. After some resistance he did send an e-mail. Now for him to call. In his normal fashion he put it off.
So after more praying, it was time to get drastic. No call, no phone. The next day I took his most prized possession-his cell phone. After all I'm paying for it-at least until the contract runs out. I tried shutting it off, somehow though he was still able to use it for the Internet. So it was time to take it.
He was not pleased with this new event. He sulked and got madder, but still didn't do the couple things I asked of him. Finally, he apologized and did one of the things. "Son, I just want you to be the man of God you were created to be. It's time to grow up and get the job." I explained.
The day after the call he had his second interview. The following Monday he went for drug testing, and a week later he was employed. It wasn't easy. I want to treat him like the man he is, but it's hard when he was being lazy. Now his hands can earn him wealth.
"Lord, I just don't know what to do anymore. I've encouraged, I've left him alone, I've waited and waited, but he keeps wasting his days. He's your child, I leave him at your feet. Please do with him what you will. Amen"
A few weeks ago I prayed this prayer. Our mechanical son is now finished with tech school, and now came the time for him to get a job. He had the opportunity at one place, but he blew it because he didn't follow up. He's been waiting for them to come begging him to work for them-not gonna happen.
Now another opportunity was at his doorstep. I wasn't going to sit back and watch him blow it again. I prompted him to call back, or at least e-mail the person who interviewed him. After some resistance he did send an e-mail. Now for him to call. In his normal fashion he put it off.
So after more praying, it was time to get drastic. No call, no phone. The next day I took his most prized possession-his cell phone. After all I'm paying for it-at least until the contract runs out. I tried shutting it off, somehow though he was still able to use it for the Internet. So it was time to take it.
He was not pleased with this new event. He sulked and got madder, but still didn't do the couple things I asked of him. Finally, he apologized and did one of the things. "Son, I just want you to be the man of God you were created to be. It's time to grow up and get the job." I explained.
The day after the call he had his second interview. The following Monday he went for drug testing, and a week later he was employed. It wasn't easy. I want to treat him like the man he is, but it's hard when he was being lazy. Now his hands can earn him wealth.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
An Eagle Soars
An eagle can soar at speeds up to 43 mph. It glides through the sky, soaring at the top of the food chain. An eagle is brave and strong. It is the national bird for the United States, a symbol of strength and long life. Not a bad choice.
It is also use for the highest rank it Boy Scouting-an Eagle Scout. Becoming an Eagle Scout is not an easy task, but one that is an honor to those who achieve it.
I have had the honor of being a mother of not just one, but two Eagle Scouts. To achieve this a boy must be in scouting for several years as he goes through the different ranks. He must have been a leader and shown responsibility during his Eagle Scout Project.
This project must somehow benefit the community. He must have put in countless hours of planning, approval, working, and completing paper work. He must also recruit volunteers to help him accomplish this project; along with raising the funds to complete this project.
Scouting is a great program for boys to become men. Sure they goof off at times, sure they pull pranks on each other; but there is a bonding of friendships that goes deep. They will look back at their time in scouting and remember it as an experience they won't forget. Why do you think fathers encourage their sons to become a scout?
Not only is this a great experience for them, but is a benefit to us. Most of our political leaders are Eagle Scouts or have been in scouting. Quite a few astronauts as well. Some of our military leaders are Eagle Scouts as well; helping them to serve this great country of ours.
They soar on wings of eagles, they are not afraid to run or grow weary...
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
How Much Help Do We Give?
For even when we were with you, we gave this rule: 'If a man will not work, he shall not eat.' We hear that some among you are idle. They are not busy; they are busybodies. Such people we command and urge in the Lord Jesus Christ to settle down and earn the bread they eat. 2 Thessalonians 3:10-12 NIV
The urge to help runs deep in some of us. We see the person at the corner and we want to help, but is it the right thing? Are we truly helping this person or is he/she taking advantage? For me it doesn't feel right giving them money. I'd like to have a manna bag( a bag with water, a granola bar, hygiene items) to hand out, but I haven't taken the time to make any.
Someone in our family needs help and we want to run to his/her rescue, but how many times do we do this. When can the problem be solved by himself or herself. It's tough to see our child go through something tough, but that experience maybe what he/she needs in order to trust in the Lord.
So how do we know when we should help, and when we should let the circumstance solve itself without our involvement? Tough question.
There are times when we need to come along someone and help them. An illness, a death in the family, a job loss, but how do we know when we're being taken advantage of? I guess it comes down to when you begin to feel drained because the person your helping isn't even trying to work things out then it might be time to cut off the help. He/She has begun to depend on you more than the Lord.
At our church we had a food pantry. The idea was good: to help people who couldn't get through the week without food. The problem began though when the people who came began to depend on the free food and spend their money on things that were not a necessity. They learn how to cheat the system. The people who were running it somehow began to leave God out and were giving themselves the glory. Unfortunately, this food pantry had to close its doors. They became busybodies instead of earning the bread they ate.
We must not give up helping people, we just need to remember to let them earn the bread they eat.
The urge to help runs deep in some of us. We see the person at the corner and we want to help, but is it the right thing? Are we truly helping this person or is he/she taking advantage? For me it doesn't feel right giving them money. I'd like to have a manna bag( a bag with water, a granola bar, hygiene items) to hand out, but I haven't taken the time to make any.
Someone in our family needs help and we want to run to his/her rescue, but how many times do we do this. When can the problem be solved by himself or herself. It's tough to see our child go through something tough, but that experience maybe what he/she needs in order to trust in the Lord.
So how do we know when we should help, and when we should let the circumstance solve itself without our involvement? Tough question.
There are times when we need to come along someone and help them. An illness, a death in the family, a job loss, but how do we know when we're being taken advantage of? I guess it comes down to when you begin to feel drained because the person your helping isn't even trying to work things out then it might be time to cut off the help. He/She has begun to depend on you more than the Lord.
At our church we had a food pantry. The idea was good: to help people who couldn't get through the week without food. The problem began though when the people who came began to depend on the free food and spend their money on things that were not a necessity. They learn how to cheat the system. The people who were running it somehow began to leave God out and were giving themselves the glory. Unfortunately, this food pantry had to close its doors. They became busybodies instead of earning the bread they ate.
We must not give up helping people, we just need to remember to let them earn the bread they eat.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
The Answer
Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him. Matthew 6:8 NIV
How long does it usually take before you realize you've been given an answer to a prayer? This time for me it was thirteen hours. I wonder how many other answers I've missed?
God tells us to ask, all we have to do is ask. So a couple of weeks ago I asked. I finished a Christian fiction book awhile ago, and since then been trying to figure out to do with it.
I've joined a writer's group and have learned a lot. One of the things I learned was to get it professionally edited. Another thing is a publisher probably won't do anything with it unless I've made a name for myself. So after a lesson on how to make the story into an e-book, I believe this is the way to go.
So this has been in my mind for almost a year now, the thing holding me back is the professional editing. Now to be professionally edited cost money. There never seems to be any extra money for me to be able to do this.
Two weeks ago I finally surrendered to God, if this is his will for me then he's going to need to provide us with the extra money. Simple enough.
So one day last week, we get our mortgage yearly statement. The one where they tell you the new payment schedule. This usually comes with an increase to our payment. This time though something was different-a check was attached. We paid more into our escrow account then needed, so we got a refund.
I about passed out, I mean we never get money back from the mortgage company. Maybe one other time in our twenty-one plus years of having a mortgage. I excitedly showed my husband. We thought about the things to do with it-finish January's bills, put it back into savings.
Never once did I remember my prayer. That was until the Lord hit me over the head in the shower. He kindly reminded me of my prayer! I even checked back in my journal, and recalled the day I asked. This obviously why we received the money.
I wonder how many other times I've missed an answer to my prayers. God's blessings are around, and He does give them. I just need to pay attention.
How long does it usually take before you realize you've been given an answer to a prayer? This time for me it was thirteen hours. I wonder how many other answers I've missed?
God tells us to ask, all we have to do is ask. So a couple of weeks ago I asked. I finished a Christian fiction book awhile ago, and since then been trying to figure out to do with it.
I've joined a writer's group and have learned a lot. One of the things I learned was to get it professionally edited. Another thing is a publisher probably won't do anything with it unless I've made a name for myself. So after a lesson on how to make the story into an e-book, I believe this is the way to go.
So this has been in my mind for almost a year now, the thing holding me back is the professional editing. Now to be professionally edited cost money. There never seems to be any extra money for me to be able to do this.
Two weeks ago I finally surrendered to God, if this is his will for me then he's going to need to provide us with the extra money. Simple enough.
So one day last week, we get our mortgage yearly statement. The one where they tell you the new payment schedule. This usually comes with an increase to our payment. This time though something was different-a check was attached. We paid more into our escrow account then needed, so we got a refund.
I about passed out, I mean we never get money back from the mortgage company. Maybe one other time in our twenty-one plus years of having a mortgage. I excitedly showed my husband. We thought about the things to do with it-finish January's bills, put it back into savings.
Never once did I remember my prayer. That was until the Lord hit me over the head in the shower. He kindly reminded me of my prayer! I even checked back in my journal, and recalled the day I asked. This obviously why we received the money.
I wonder how many other times I've missed an answer to my prayers. God's blessings are around, and He does give them. I just need to pay attention.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
To Each His Own
But are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. 1 Peter 2:9 NIV
Different houses, different cars, different needs...same God.
As we were driving to church I noticed different homes. A Spanish style, a Colonial style, country style, and even a simple style. Then I thought about the people who live in them-how different each one's life is and how really close one's life may be to mine.
This thought as occurred to me before when noticing the different cars sitting in traffic. We were all at the same traffic light, and yet headed in different directions. Some might have been thinking about arriving home, others about the meeting they may have been heading too. Different thoughts yet, so much alike.
Another time I've thought about other people's lives is while standing in line at the grocery store. It's amazing how different yet the same the food we by is. A loaf of bread, bananas, milk or TV dinners, noodles, soda...all of it making sense to the one buying it.
So how different are we really? Sure we each face our own set of problems: a death in the family, an illness, sickness, a raise, newlyweds, a new baby. Each going through life, each facing the days, each set of circumstances. Some are able to face it better than others, some hide from it.
I'm not sure how people can make it through the events in life without God. There are tough things I go through and without God's strength I know I couldn't make it. We each are chosen, He wants us all to come to Him, He wants to bring light into your life...let Him.
Different houses, different cars, different needs...same God.
As we were driving to church I noticed different homes. A Spanish style, a Colonial style, country style, and even a simple style. Then I thought about the people who live in them-how different each one's life is and how really close one's life may be to mine.
This thought as occurred to me before when noticing the different cars sitting in traffic. We were all at the same traffic light, and yet headed in different directions. Some might have been thinking about arriving home, others about the meeting they may have been heading too. Different thoughts yet, so much alike.
Another time I've thought about other people's lives is while standing in line at the grocery store. It's amazing how different yet the same the food we by is. A loaf of bread, bananas, milk or TV dinners, noodles, soda...all of it making sense to the one buying it.
So how different are we really? Sure we each face our own set of problems: a death in the family, an illness, sickness, a raise, newlyweds, a new baby. Each going through life, each facing the days, each set of circumstances. Some are able to face it better than others, some hide from it.
I'm not sure how people can make it through the events in life without God. There are tough things I go through and without God's strength I know I couldn't make it. We each are chosen, He wants us all to come to Him, He wants to bring light into your life...let Him.
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