tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17500808329559613632024-02-19T07:50:54.058-08:00My Father's GirlCharlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.comBlogger168125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-4301251780768794672018-11-27T18:13:00.000-08:002018-11-27T18:13:13.095-08:00Keep flying or crash and burn?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Some days its all I can do to just get through it. To fly under the radar low enough to not be spotted, because if I'm spotted I have some explaining to do. If I'm spotted I have some pride to swallow, because I am inches away from a crash and burn. Me, the one who is always trying to encourage others to look up. To trust God. To be victorious in the battles of life. To pray without ceasing. I have days I forget all that and focus too long on the trials at hand. I don't stop to encourage myself or remind myself of the truth.<br />
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No one is immune to falling down. No one is capable of flying for long without taking a break to stop for gas and get some rest. And we weren't created to fly alone. As a matter of fact, if we find ourselves in the pilot seat, we've thrown the pilot out! We were made to inhabit the other seat - the one for the passenger. We need God to pilot for us. On those days when I'm having a hard time getting through the hours, I cling to Him because if I don't I find myself lying in the wreckage at the crash site wishing I had. <br />
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I love to encourage others. I get joy from sending people cards and writing encouraging words upon them, especially those from God's word. But when it is me who needs to be encouraged I have a hard time because the words I say to myself aren't always encouraging. I tend to be hard on myself and judge myself harshly, thinking I should know better than to become discouraged. I can be my own worse critic. But the truth is, everyone gets discouraged at times, it's a fact of life. But it is not where God wants us to stay. When I open His word and start reading, it doesn't take long before He has encouraged me. It's like He wrote me a note and sent it through the corridors of time to be opened and read right at the precise time I needed to hear His voice. <br />
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He has also put people in my life who encourage me. People who see my faults and love me anyway. They can see beyond my faults to the woman God is creating me to become and they encourage me to continue pressing forward into His plan. We all need that desperately in a world that tears us down so quickly, and with an enemy who seeks to kill, steal, and destroy us at every turn. It's those encouraging words, those words of truth, that help us never forget WHO the hero of our story is, and that HE is the VICTOR, and we are journeying through this life with HIM.<br />
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Are you flying low today? In need of some encouragement? You are not alone my sister. God is for you and not against you. He has a plan and a purpose for your life and it is good, so good. He loves you and He says so in His love letter to you. Open it and take a look. He desires to encourage you to keep moving forward, and continue becoming the woman He created you to be. Pull up! And keep flying, today is no day to crash and burn!<br />
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Grateful to share airspace with you,<br />
Charlotte<br />
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Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-1771223082473849902016-03-11T09:46:00.003-08:002016-03-11T10:10:17.355-08:00The Best Dog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I got a call
while out of town, “We got a puppy, black and brown!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I wasn’t thrilled,
to say the least. Puppies can be such little beast.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My house was
filled with growing boys, clothes strewn in rooms and scattered toys.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I did not
want puppy messes, but God is wise how He blesses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When I came
home they held him up, a ball of fur that little pup.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A house of
boys and then one more, and this one pottied on the floor!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It wasn’t
long till he was trained, and my affection he had gained.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">For chewed
up shoes he made a mends, and we became the best of friends.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He kept boys
safe as they grew up, to men-from boys, and dog-from pup.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">And when the
grandkids came along, he became their guard, safe and strong.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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years he watched me do the chores, patiently sat outside closed doors.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Waiting for
me to lead the way, faithfully followed through each day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He always
stayed where he could see, he and God kept an eye on me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I took long
walks as he ran free, we’d rest beneath the big oak tree.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He heard my
prayers along the trail, I talk to God- he wagged his tail.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I’d throw
the ball, he ran so fast. I always thought his speed would last.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He seemed so
young the other day. When did his muzzel turn so grey?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">That puppy
grew to be much more, than I could ever have asked for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We buried
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what a dog can be, was Harley every day to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-4432704247152377662015-02-16T20:54:00.000-08:002015-03-23T12:09:04.484-07:00Boys must grow up, moms must let go…and life is a vapor.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As of today I’m
an empty nester. When I first wrote that word “empty” I spelled it wrong, I
guess because I’m not use to it. I’ve been mothering boys since the beginning
of time, or so it feels like. Thirty nine years total –whew! You would think
that would make me an expert, but it didn’t. It just brought me from one level
of confused to another. Just trying to understand why they felt the need to be
so loud, to wrestle each other to the ground, and hit each other with dirt
clods, kept me in a constant state of prayer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Five boys in all. </span>The last boy
boarded a plane this morning and is headed out of the country, by way of Texas.
Every parent wants their children to grow up and have a life of their own; it’s
the way things are supposed to be. But do they have to go so far away? The last
boy leaving wasn’t the last boy born. They get all mixed up like that. One goes
and another stays…not in order, but as life takes them or brings them back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Last time I
cleaned the room and moved my sewing machine into it, a boy moved back…then
two. I’m wondering if I should just leave the door closed for a while. I’m not
silly enough or superstitious to think if I clean it they will come back. Like
the saying, “If you build it they will come.” But on the other hand, my sewing
machine doesn’t want to go anywhere near it!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you know what
happens when years of noise are replaced with silence? Ringing in your ears!
You can hear yourself swallow, and you can hear the clock ticking on the wall
in the other room. But what you can hear even louder than the silence is your heart
– beating sadly, missing boys. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one ever told
me they would be my little boys forever. That no matter how big their bodies got,
my feelings would never change. That my hopes for them, concerns, and even
fears would not go away when they moved away. On the contrary, they increased.
It is one thing to be in some kind of control, and quite another to have none
at all. This is where my trust in God had to grow as my boys grew up and left,
and this is where my knees must meet the carpet every day as I lay those
fears down at God’s mercy seat and leave them with Him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m not sure
what to do now. I have time. I have choices. It’s funny how your mind thinks,
when you’re in the thick of things with your children. You dream of the days
when you’ll have time alone, uninterrupted reading, and quiet. You think it
will be so awesome. Well, it might be. I’m not sure yet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have time to
write now. Time to blog. But I can’t think of anything to write about but boys.
It’s that clocks fault, the one ticking loudly on the wall in the room next to
me. It keeps interrupting me; reminding me that time passes by so very quickly.
Children grow up, parents get old, and life is like a vapor. If I had time to
be depressed about it, I might be, but the point is, I don’t have
time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I’ve learned
anything on this fast ride with growing boys it would be this – the day in which you are
living is the most important day of your life, not tomorrow, and not yesterday.
If I could travel back and tell my younger self a few things, I would want to
include these: Don’t dream about how your life will be in the future, live the
life you dream today. Do the important things today. Say the important words, share
your life, your heart – today. There is only time to do the important things in
life, so choose well, love well (especially those boys). And never, never ever, say good bye without a
hug. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Those are my
words of wisdom as I sit here in the quiet, getting used to the stillness of the
house without the loud footsteps of testosterone filled bodies moving through the
space. It’s different, but it’s good. It’s the way things are supposed to be. I’m
a little sad, but I’m ok. And I know they will be back to visit, because I’m
their mom… and I have food.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-37050407661607809592014-12-03T11:07:00.000-08:002014-12-03T11:34:16.926-08:00Why can't we just say - Thank You?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I sit listening to the wind blow against my window. I see the bare trees bending with each gust, and the rain drops flow from heaven. We were dry not more than a few weeks ago, parched and praying. We prayed for rain. The trees stood limp and the dry grass brown, waiting. All we heard from every station, every forecast, was how badly we needed rain...how bad the drought was. Through the summer our state was on fire. We choked from smoke filled skies, and tears fell as the sight of burning trees stung our eyes - our forest burned. We felt the dryness of our land. Those who believe in God, prayed. Are there many of us left? The dryness hasn't just consumed the land, it started with the people.<br />
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Hearts have become dry here. Souls burn for what is not of God. The unnatural has replaced the natural and men think by removing God from every establishment, somehow they can remove the eyes of Him who sees all things, at all times, in all places. How does one remove God? Yes our ground was parched and dry, but not as dry as the people's hearts that burn with lust for ungodly things. God cannot be removed, but He will leave us to ourselves, to reap what we have sown.<br />
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And yet in His mercy, He sent rain. <br />
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Are we praising Him for it? Are we singing the hallelujah song? What do we hear across the land?<br />
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Fear of floods! Fear of mud slides! Too much rain!<br />
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Oh dry people, parched souls, how our constant complaining must hurt the ears of God. Step outside and feel the rain from heaven. Accept God's gift and be wet with His mercy. Lets turn our eyes and hearts to Him. He longs to gather us up in His arms of love; to be our foundation that stands firm in the storms. The solid rock that cannot be washed away by waves or floods, or mud slides; steadfast and immovable. Those things that beat against the outside are nothing compared to what beats against our souls, inside and eternal. Go out into the rain and look up. Let Him wash from our souls what keeps us far from Him and bring us close.<br />
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Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-43254457119924217862014-11-05T22:23:00.000-08:002014-11-05T22:23:37.132-08:00Will You Go To Heaven?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What do you think, will you go to heaven when you die? <br />
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If you answered yes, how do you know? Is your answer based on some belief you concocted in your mind or because of something someone once told you? On what do you base your answer? I've heard some people say they deserve to go to heaven because they have lived a good life. If that is true and all you have to do is be good, how good do you have to be? Better than a murderer, a thief, or a liar? Or as good as Mother Theresa? Is there a level of good you have to attain or just be better than someone else? Just how good is good-enough?<br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">"Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy He saved us, through the washing of regeneration and renewing of the Holy Spirit." Titus 3:5</span><br />
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When it comes to heaven I'd rather not guess at whether I'm good enough or not - chances are I'm not. I don't want to take that chance, and be wrong. I'd rather know for sure. The Bible says that Jesus is the one who decides who goes to heaven and who doesn't. He uses a metaphor and calls himself the door and the gate. He said He is the Way and that no one can come to the Father (God) but through Him. He also said He has gone to prepare a place for those who believe Him, that where He is there they may be also.<br />
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<span class="woj"><span style="color: #660000;">"I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture." </span></span><br />
<span class="woj"><span style="color: #660000;">John 10:9</span></span><br />
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If we were good enough to make it into heaven on our own, God would not have sent His son to die on a cross for our sin. He didn't want us trying to make it their on our own without Him. After all heaven belongs to Him, it is where He resides, and He makes the rules not us. He wants people there with Him who care about what He says. People who love Him and obey His rules for getting there. God isn't going to give heaven to those who disregard what He says and could care less about having a relationship with Him. Just like parents aren't going to prepare a wonderful new home for a grown child who lives his life recklessly, disregarding everything they say.<br />
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The Bible is pretty clear about how a person gets into heaven, it's through Jesus and Him alone. So what does that mean? Well, it doesn't mean if you repeated some words of a prayer many many years ago and haven't followed Jesus since. It doesn't mean if you checked a box on a form and put it in the offering plate and shabam you got a magical get-into-heaven-free card for the rest of your life. But what it does mean is that if you have met Jesus and made a conscious decision to change direction, to turn away from sin and living for yourself to live for Him, and if you are desiring to follow Him and love Him enough to want to obey His words, then He says you are His disciple. He said the way is narrow and few find it. People want a wide way because they want it their way, whatever way they choose, but Jesus said it's narrow because it is Him and Him alone - no other way.<br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">“Enter by the narrow gate; for wide <i>is</i> the gate and broad <i>is</i> the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it." Matthew 7:13</span><br />
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It doesn't really matter if we like His way or not. Heaven belongs to Him and He can make the rules on how to get in. No amount of fit throwing or arguing will change that fact. He is the King and it is His kingdom.<br />
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<span class="text Rev-19-16">I think it is very generous of Him to offer it to us in the first place. Think about it. He created it. He paid the price for us to enter into it. He said it is ours with just one request - believe in Him enough to follow Him there. </span></div>
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So, back to my original question. Will you go to heaven?</div>
Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-67525017259969050062014-08-01T15:11:00.001-07:002014-08-01T15:15:02.383-07:00I'm a Blank Blogger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This blog is every bit reflective of my life. Old news sits here on the front page while I run on ahead of it trying to catch up with the days passing. Little time to think, or reflect. I'm a blank blogger. The page is empty because my life is full...overflowing at the moment. <br />
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I left this beautiful child here on the page (last post), not forgotten, but waiting here. Hope always waits. <br />
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We had Compassion Sunday at my church and fourteen children waiting in hope were sponsored. I was so happy, but not as happy as they are to be chosen. I put the other's packets, the ones not sponsored, back in the box they arrived in and closed the lid. It made me feel sick. <br />
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They are now back in the system...going to other churches, hoping one day they will be chosen, and not go back in the box.<br />
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Its hard to blog about other things. After seeing the needs of so many suffering around the world. What could I possibly blog about - some trivial happening in my overflowing American life? It seems so unimportant compared to the starvation of millions and children dying of malaria doesn't it? My words should mean something...be full of something other than letters of the alphabet organized in words on a page sounding like empty jabbering. Much ado about nothing.<br />
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I don't want to make you feel good. I want to make you feel like doing something good. Sponsoring a child...saving a life...giving hope to a child waiting. I can promise you - when you do something good like this, you also feel good. <br />
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It is true that hope always waits...expects...and it is also true that hope fulfilled brings with it joy, not just for the one waiting but for the one who answers its call.</div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">"Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me." </span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">"I was hungry and you gave me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; </span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">I was a stranger and you took Me in; I was naked and you clothed Me; </span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me." </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Disguised as
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He needed
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But I went
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“When done
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bread broken and passed. One cup of wine touching the lips of the One who spoke
living words - then passed to the others. Twelve sinners sipping wine from the
cup that would soon represent their Saviors blood, poured out for them like
wine. Eating bread that would be remembered for centuries to come, as the body
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We plant our seeds in it and watch them grow, and live and dance upon it in sunshine and rain. We never get too far from it... this place of our beginning. It holds us to it, asks us to remember from where we came.</div>
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No matter how high we reach...stretch, grow or become, we always find our balance when our feet touch the ground; when we come back to our beginning, and remember the One who breathed life into dust. We remember that we are living dust. Anything else we become is only possible because of the One who first made man in His own image and made dust come to life. </div>
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As I headed out of my driveway to pick up a friend going with me to the Experience Compassion Conference in Roseville, I turned on the radio and what do you think was playing? "Everyone needs compassion, the promise of a Savior....," how timely I thought, and isn't that just like God? He encourages us along the way. He provides music on the path of His grace, a word here or there letting us know He is with us, and that this is the way we should go. <br />
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At the conference again I was amazed and wowed by Him and the little ways He touches us with glimpses of His glory. The first Bible verse shared...same one I was studying in my women's Bible study. An old hymn sang...one I hadn't heard in years but had just opened up a book at home and saw it there on the page and sang every stanza. The words were profound...why do you think the same hymn was chosen for the conference? And by someone who seemed much too hip to reach back in time for an old hymn. I know he had "new" stuff to choose from...but God doesn't care about the age of a song when He has a message to tell. <br />
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One thing after another, all day long, God just kept whispering in my heart, "I am here." And I knew I was right where He wanted me to be. By the end of the day I was ready to get on a plane and fly away. Where? I have no idea...anywhere! I wanted so much to be a part of His work around the world. The work I had just heard about. But instead, I got back into my car, pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to where I came from. The same path but reversed. Instead of flying away I went home, and I knew that was right where God wanted me to be. <br />
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Maybe one day He will take me with Him on a trip to work in another place, but today was a day to go back where I came from and take with me all He gave me at the conference. Today I had a mission right here at home, and there was nothing more important He could ask of me. Today He asked me to impact a child's life...not by doing anything radical. Not by dropping everything and getting on a plane, but by picking up a pen. Yes a pen, but not just any pen, one filled with words of hope and encouragement for a child overwhelmed by the harshness of poverty. Words that share a Savior's love for him, and words that cast light on a future that once looked too dark to survive. A simple letter...written and folded...flying far away to a little village in Africa, carried by the grace of God. That was my assignment, my mission today. <br />
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A letter is such a small thing that can have a huge impact in a child's life, just simply knowing that someone cares. And in this way it is possible to go where I may not be able to go. To send a part of myself, pieces of my heart, across the world and touch the life of a child. <br />
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It is true...what the song was singing as I drove that morning, everyone does need compassion and the promise of a Savior. That's why I'm excited about getting involved with Compassion International, as they continue to release children from poverty in Jesus name.<br />
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I watched him through the kitchen window. He grabbed something like a black walnut and up the tree he went.</div>
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When he climbed to a safe height (away from the dog) he stopped to eat.</div>
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We all have our safe places. The place we run to when staying still doesn't feel safe. When we feel like something is chasing us...and it has teeth.</div>
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Some find their safe place close to the ground. </div>
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Like the squirrel she climbed right up and sat down. Fear didn't chase her up there...joy did.</div>
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Joy can be the best place of safety. The best place to run (or climb) to.</div>
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Instead of being chased by fear, maybe we could chase joy?</div>
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She didn't stop to take off the boots, who would? When a tree is asking to be climbed you climb it. Slippery boots? Only grandmothers care about such things, not little girls chasing joy.</div>
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It wasn't long before the boots came down...and I went up and sat beside her...yes I did. Old girls sometimes need to chase joy too. And sometimes joy leads you up a tree.</div>
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Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-92081490795102808952014-02-12T10:19:00.001-08:002014-02-12T10:19:17.373-08:00A Draught<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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No campfires with grandchildren until it rains. The marshmallows wait to be popped into giggling smiles and wood waits to crackle and snap with the blaze of a flame.</div>
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I watch as life around me dries up.</div>
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Look to the One who is above the cloudless sky, the One who made the trees so long ago in the garden, the One from where the rain first came.</div>
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The One <span style="font-size: large;"><strong>I forgot to thank</strong></span> before, when rain came as expected. </div>
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When more came than I wanted.</div>
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His water that brings life and sustains it.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Every good and perfect gift is from above.</span></div>
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Sometimes life can be that way...dry. </div>
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A soul can feel parched and in need of living water. </div>
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The One who sent the rain through the ages past sent us His son - Jesus. He came to offer us water for our souls -<span style="font-size: large;"><strong> living water</strong></span>. It is different than the water He gives to the trees and flowers. The water He offers us will satisfy our souls and they will<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">"Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">But the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life." John 4:13-14</span></div>
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While walking with the dog I passed this oak tree. She's lived through many seasons. Braved many storms. Pieces of her lay close by, broken by the wind and weight of life.<br />
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<strong>Sometimes</strong> you just can't hold it all. <strong>Sometimes</strong> <strong><span style="font-size: large;">some things</span></strong> have to be layed down. The weight of them are too <strong><span style="font-size: large;">heavy</span></strong> to continue carrying...<br />
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What a blessing it was to read the Compassion Blogger's posts this past week as they communicated from Uganda. I felt as though I was there with them. I could see the smiling faces of the children gathered at the Compassion center to worship. Big wide smiles and sparkling eyes that seemed as though they could see me through the screen of my computer as I watched the video clips the bloggers posted. They stole my heart. <br />
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Children have a way of doing that - stealing our hearts. I think its because Jesus loved them so very much. God sent Him here to proclaim His love for them and if we have the heart of our Father, we will love as He did. <br />
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The bloggers went to Uganda with a goal of finding sponsors for 400 children through blogging about their experiences there. Today, they have almost reached that goal. Would you consider helping them? Would you sponsor one of these precious children and change their world in Jesus name?<br />
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Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-30579035970517809032014-01-22T12:41:00.000-08:002014-01-28T11:32:14.309-08:00Menopause - the final frontier?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"><strike>Space</strike> Menopause – to boldly go where no man
has gone before…or ever will go! Frankly, it is a place that scares men;
especially when it's their women who are going there!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">I recently went and saw “Menopause
the Musical” with my mother at a theater near us. We both laughed until we were
crying, it was hilarious. Yet dealing with menopause really isn’t much fun at
all. It’s like going through puberty in reverse. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Just like puberty, some go
through it with hardly a scratch (or pimple) and others go through it like an
elephant being pulled through a knot hole in a fence –squeezed through to the
other side, beat up and unrecognizable. Some have more of the physical symptoms
while others are on an emotional roller coaster with ups and downs around every
turn. Some women claim they have "found themselves" while others seem to have lost themselves. And of course there are those special ones who go through it all!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">It can be less like a trip through outer space and more like a voyage across a vast ocean where the wind blows wild and the waves crash overhead. With calm waters coming in between the storms giving one time to catch their breath and brush their hair, and almost feel normal. The shoreline can almost be seen, somewhere up ahead... just past the rocks. </span></span></span></div>
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she desperately needs stability. A place to drop her anchor and hold on tight
as the unpredictable changes in mood and body toss her to and fro on a sea of
dried up hormones. A time when sweet dreams are replaced with night sweats, and
memory lapses meet blank stares from loved ones who are not sure what to say and
wisely say nothing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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on to God. He is my anchor. The One who made us knows us...better than we know
ourselves. There have been days when I have been a stranger to myself and my
family – but not to God. I hold on to Him as He holds on to me. When I feel
lost in a run-away-from-home mood, He finds me and brings me back, most often
before I even leave. My body may be changing, but His Spirit in me will never
change. He wants to be Lord over every area - the physical, emotional, and spiritual realms of our lives.</span> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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is our anchor in the stormy seasons of life as well as the calm ones. Our faith
and trust in Him are the chain that holds us to that anchor. We can
boldly go anywhere with Him…even through Menopause!</span></span></div>
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Their pockets
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The parties
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They’ve
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The Holy
One’s birth,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Can’t change
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Can never
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If <strong><span style="color: #4c1130;">Jesus</span></strong> –
the<span style="color: #4c1130;"> <strong>Christ</strong></span> Child<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Is born in
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Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-68392128963819326722013-12-25T15:10:00.000-08:002013-12-25T15:10:10.414-08:00Peace?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Today the
shopping comes to a halt. The gifts sit wrapped under the tree. Stockings are
filled. Baking is finished. All the busy preparations for this one day cease.
Today I sit amongst the tinsel and wrappings, and try hard to see through it
all…to celebrate and focus on the One who made this day famous – Jesus, the
Prince of Peace. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The hustle
and bustle that leads up to this day can sometimes leave me asking, “Where is
His peace?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He said, “Peace
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Do we know
His peace in our lives? It seems like a radical idea, the concept of peace in a
world filled with turmoil, and in lives filled with so much noise and busyness.
The media reminds us daily that this world is unstable; governments are
overthrown, wars break out, and closer to home - families fight, marriages
split, and children rebel. The television commercials scream at us to fill our
lives with “things” instead of Him. But our hearts cry out for peace…His peace.
What did Jesus mean when He said He would give us His peace?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“My peace I
give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> He made a
point to tell us it is His own peace that He gives us, not the kind the world
offers. The world’s peace is dependent on circumstances, the ups and downs of
daily life or the things we have (or don’t have). His peace doesn’t come from
without, it comes from within; the place within our souls where His Spirit
dwells. It is His own peace because it comes from Him, inside us, His
followers. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> When all the
wrappings of life fall away, He is so much easier to see. His peace is known
when we spend time seeking Him and being still in His presence…not rushing past
Him to do the next thing or get the next thing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Let not your
heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Worry,
upset, fear, leave when we trust Him and rest in His peace. There will always
be much to do, but He will never ask so much of us that we don’t have time for
Him – the Prince of Peace.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Christmas day may we celebrate Him, as the baby who arrived in the manger bed
and began His journey to the cross. He was born to die, so that in Him we could
fully live and know His peace. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Peace I
leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to
you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” ~ Jesus<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-10798120930030542762013-09-07T00:11:00.002-07:002013-09-07T00:11:31.679-07:00God doesn't need a tooth brush<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> One day while driving my six year old granddaughter home she asked me, "Does God brush His teeth?" At which I answered, "No, He doesn't have to brush His teeth." A few moments later she asked, "Does His breath stink?" After I stopped laughing (I couldn't help myself) , I gave a long (probably too long) explanation about God and His teeth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Later that day when I recalled our conversation I got to thinking about God and His lack of need for dental hygiene. And how His breath is many things, but stinky is not one of them. He breathes out stars, His breath makes dry bones live!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> We are made in His image...the image of God! He is our Father and we are His children. Yet we brush our teeth and He doesn't. We get bad breath, He has the breath of life. We live in frail bodies that get bruised and deceased, His is Spirit. We make mistakes...not Him! He is perfect in every way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> We might tend to think with a Father like that how will we ever be good enough to gain His approval? He answered that question with Jesus! In one way He was the opposite of us. He was God in the form of man...we are man made in the image of God. Because He came and gave His life for us, we can be like Him. Not Gods, but the children of God...accepted into His family through the gift of grace given by Jesus on the cross. His life for ours...now our lives given to Him. He welcomes us...bad breath and all!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">John 20:22 Jesus breathed the Holy Spirit on them (the disciples) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ez. 37:5 by His breath - dry bones live!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ps. 33:6 by the breath of His mouth heavens were made</span><br />
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Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-75058971750652487762013-08-29T08:48:00.001-07:002013-08-29T08:48:37.638-07:00"All things"...really?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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all things through Christ who strengthens me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> How many
times have you read this verse? I’ve read it many times. It’s etched in the
leather that covers my Bible. I’ve reminded myself of it over and over again,
and have often even chosen to believe it. It is one thing to see it, to say it,
and quite another to really know it and do it...(continue reading over at Laced with Grace)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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It rained today. That may not seem very significant to anyone living in an area that receives frequent rain, but here it is an unexpected happening so close to the month of July. As I walked in the rain and felt the cool drops running down my face, soaking my sweatshirt, and fogging my glasses, I couldn't help but think of the dry places around me that were being softened. The ground that's become so hard to dig, so parched that only tenacious weeds can thrive there...the ones that appear when all others have died and turned brown. <br />
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Layer by layer the drops penetrate the surface and go deeper down to where the roots of the living are found. <br />
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The roots of the fruit trees in my yard hold on tightly down beneath the hardened top soil where I play with shovel and hose, where grandchildren run and throw the dog his ball. <br />
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Seeping down into the dark places that eye cannot see. Where wildflower seeds wait to be softened so sprouting can begin. I am reminded that it is not so different with me. <br />
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Those drops that soften. Is that not what God does for me...softens me? Does He not go deep into the dark and hidden places and bring His refreshing, living water? Especially on those unexpected days when my soul is hot and dry...in need of His rain. He softens hard things - hard hearts, stiff necks, knees that won't bend, and fists that are clinched. He softens hard places that we find ourselves in and teaches us to grow between the rocks there. With His water we can grow anywhere. The water He gives is more than rain, it is Spirit and life. It softens, it fills, and it cleanses.<br />
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I'm glad I couldn't get my umbrella out from under the heavy bags of horse feed in the car this morning and that I couldn't find the hood to my rain jacket...I am happy to be drenched! Not just by water that fell from the sky, but by the reminder of love poured out by my Father above who covers me with His rain from heaven...living water, full of mercy and grace. <br />
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His rain makes the soil of our lives soft enough to leave prints in the places we touch. It nourishes our souls and causes fruit to grow there... His fruit - Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.<br />
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Lord, bring on the rain!</div>
Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-61101333023829764812013-06-06T09:16:00.002-07:002013-07-11T16:50:38.776-07:00Victim of Imagination?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"> If imagination is where the trouble begins then I’m in
trouble. My imagination is always getting the best of me or should I say making
the worst of me? I take a thought and run with it, even if the direction is
heading in the wrong direction. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">So many times I let my imagination run wild and
turn something small and insignificant into a much bigger thing;...</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Continue reading this devotion at </span><a href="http://lacedwithgrace.com/devotion/victim-imagination/"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Laced With Grace</span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">.</span></span><br /></div>
Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-10175198742109755792013-05-24T18:51:00.001-07:002013-05-24T18:51:13.327-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Empty Things -</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a day of
filling things up - empty things. The sugar bowl was empty when I found it with
my black coffee. The sugar canister, the second place I looked, was empty too.
The day required me to problem solve before I had my first cup of coffee! I
filled every sugar container to the brim, added some to my cup and drank the lukewarm
liquid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dishes waited on
the counter to be washed (they are always waiting); signs of boys raiding the
kitchen after dinner last night. No soap in the dispenser! Empty! No washing
until filling, no filling until finding. Where is the soap? Rummaging through
half empty bottles under the sink, I find the dish soap and fill the dispenser
– washing can begin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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are days I feel like an empty dispenser....(continue reading over at <a href="http://www.lacedwithgrace.com/">Laced with Grace</a>)</span></div>
Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-70959902609966581762013-05-14T14:04:00.000-07:002013-05-17T14:52:57.771-07:00Growing in Hard Places<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Have you ever found yourself growing in a hard place? A place where you felt pressed from all sides with nowhere to go, nowhere to look, but up? I am in such a place right now. It's a hard place to be and yet I know I am growing here; perhaps more than I would if the ground around me was soft. If I had a choice I might spend too much time spreading out or looking around...getting distracted with the space, but here between the rocks I must look up; grow up. <br />
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A hard place can be any place that is beyond our ability to thrive apart from the help of God; a difficult relationship, sickness, finances, anything that presses in and threatens to squeeze the life out. But God has not just promised us life, but abundant life (John 10:10), not just provision, but all our needs (Phil. 4:19), and exceedingly abundantly beyond what we can ask or think (Eph. 3:20-21). <br />
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So why the hard places? I can't tell you all God's reasons for allowing hard things in our lives, but I can tell you this - He keeps His promises! Somewhere in the hard thing is a good thing growing...a flower that will bloom. All things are possible when we look to Him in the hard place. When we look up, and grow up. He is there with us in the rocks.<br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: inherit;">Growing in the Rocks</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sometimes you’re asked to grow,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">In places that are hard.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">To sprout among the ashes,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Of things that have been chard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A place where nothing else will grow,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And no one wants to be.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">A spot you view as barren,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">No good thing there you see.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But God says, “I have planted you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">For others who are near.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">To grow beside these harden rocks,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And show my beauty here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When others watch you growing,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Within this rocky place.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Your Father will be glorified,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">As He shows in you His grace.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">And lifts the needy out of the ash heap,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">That He may seat him with princes –<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">With the princes of His people.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In His abundant care,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Charlotte<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179941572125296102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750080832955961363.post-50457344590328528032013-04-24T08:43:00.001-07:002013-04-24T08:43:37.826-07:00Dry Bones Live!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #351c75;">And He said to me, "Son of man, can these bones live?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">So I answered, "O Lord God, You know."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">Again He said to me, "Prophesy to these bones, and say to them, </span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">'O dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! </span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">Thus says the Lord God to these bones: </span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">"Surely I will cause breath to enter into you, and you shall live....</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">Then you shall know that I am the Lord. " ' "</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">Ezekiel 37:3-6</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> The bones were dry and scattered in pieces along the valley floor; a place of shattered dreams, where hope seemed dead. Yet God had not forgotten His people. Rebellion brought them to this place and drained the life from them that once was filled with the promises of God; His mercy came back to collect them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Rebellion leaves us wasted away in the valley and dries up hope. But like God's people of old, His mercy finds us. His love puts flesh back on bone. His Spirit is eager to be breathed into us and bring us back to life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Is your life in pieces today? Are you feeling dry and lifeless in your Christian walk?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Hear the word of the Lord<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;">...</span>"Surely I will cause breath to enter into you, and you shall live." v.6</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Our dry bones can live again! And we will know that HE is the LORD!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Lord, I know You don't want your people lying in pieces; scattered, immobile. You have breathed Your breath of life in us. May we truly come alive - filled with your Spirit - and live for You. Amen"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Alive in Him,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Charlotte</span></div>
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