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Zephaniah 3:17HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-1615323013083343832021-06-27T11:59:00.002-05:002021-06-27T12:18:20.917-05:00Leaning In...revisited<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeEX6OQnv53dKx3ffRmmdmkPLn906T6C7ELFcMOG8_LO6r3VVaH-RXL1-gyQ-XtJtK9sUoqUb9lJ_ek8VNqes5ODq1lqZyf85FPI9NEB6dSwnVwDkw7llso7g-yhFneNbVn12upBZHXHJw/s640/IMG_7529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="395" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeEX6OQnv53dKx3ffRmmdmkPLn906T6C7ELFcMOG8_LO6r3VVaH-RXL1-gyQ-XtJtK9sUoqUb9lJ_ek8VNqes5ODq1lqZyf85FPI9NEB6dSwnVwDkw7llso7g-yhFneNbVn12upBZHXHJw/s320/IMG_7529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Joe and I were sitting at the kitchen table planning our day. I looked over and there was Charlie tucked under Joe's arm and leaning in nice and tight. It's such a common occurrence, I hardly noticed he was there. Joe had his hand on Charlie's neck and was giving him a a distracted scratch. And, there on Charlie's sweet face...all the things he knows about being in this spot - comfort, safety, contentment, reassurance and love. It's his favorite place. <p></p><p>It's a two way street - the puppies give as good as they get. I can be working in the kitchen and one of them will walk by and give my hand a quick lick as they are passing. Or, when I'm watching TV or reading a book one, or both of them, will cross the room to lay their head in my lap for a brief moment -just to check in. I pat their head or scratch their chin; and, then they are off to do whatever they do. They seek me out and sometimes just to touch base. It's good for me, too. It's the way they love - they are masters at the gift of being present.</p><p>Do you ever think about all of the ways God loves you and makes his beautiful presence known in your life? Often, it is in the most unexpected ways. I believe Charlie and Augie are just two of the gifts God has given me to help me understand. I am grateful for these lessons.</p><p>I know God is forever teaching me to seek him, to lean in, to rest and to soak in the beauty of his strength. I know that great joy is found in his presence. I know all of these things about being in this spot - there is comfort, safety, contentment, reassurance and love. I want to let God love me like he desires to love me. I'm just not sure why it is sometimes so hard. </p>HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-16985579235441321422020-06-20T13:18:00.000-05:002020-06-20T13:18:34.434-05:00Oh, Great and Wonderful Father<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have watched you through the years - loving the girls and, in the process, teaching them how to love. You do it so well!<br />
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You are patient and kind, you listen with your whole heart. You hear them. You laugh with them and they laugh with you. They make you laugh, you make them laugh! It makes my heart smile. You are gentle and offer support, stern when necessary and not judgmental. You have important and, sometimes nerdy, conversations about all manner of things - "what if...?" and "what do you think...?" and "what do you know...?"; and, all the while, you are teaching them that you are interested, teaching them to be curious, teaching them to have a love for life and a love for the big and small things that fill their lives. You are trust for them and a safe place to love. The girls are grown adults now with grown children of their own. And, you continue to love them as only their Great and Wonderful Father can do. The way you will always love them - completely and unconditionally. </div>
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HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-41390630812840683612020-06-07T13:17:00.000-05:002020-06-07T14:04:14.398-05:00Lessons from the wren...<br />
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So, I was on the deck this morning watering my plants and something brushed against my shoulder. I turned and caught some movement out of the corner of my eye and then saw a baby bird sitting on the seat of my porch swing - about a foot away from where I was standing. I surmised his flight from point A to point B was unexpectedly interrupted by encountering my shoulder during the flight plan. He didn't look too bothered or confused - was just looking around trying to get his bearings, to regroup and to carry on.<br />
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As Joe and I watched, he awkwardly took off over the deck railing and ran smack dab into the side of our neighbor's house. He wasn't going too fast or too straight; so, he wasn't hurt. But, again, his flight was unexpectedly interrupted. Again, he was forced to regroup before he could continue.<br />
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We came into the house and I fretted about how he was going to find his nest and if he was OK. Joe told me to relax - he will find his way. And, pretty soon, there was the little guy, sitting on the deck rail facing toward the direction where he originally started. He was on his way home. My new friend's flight lesson was over for the day.<br />
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There are lots of valuable things to take away from watching this little bird's flight experience...helpful things about trusting, focusing, letting go, landing safely, trying again, determination, taking a detour, being vulnerable, sitting still, carrying on... special lessons that are helpful in teaching your heart how to fly!<br />
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<br />HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-44210131316296657942020-05-25T18:36:00.000-05:002020-05-25T18:36:32.775-05:00Ruminating<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The word has possibilities. It has action. It has motivation. I can even use it in a sentence...<br />
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Today, I was ruminating. Sidebar...I just looked up the word and I see most of the definitions are not so positive. I'm pondering why this is so. I guess the person who wrote the definitions doesn't appreciate the possibilities that come about during the process. To ruminate or to ponder - to think deeply about something?<br />
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As I said, today, I was ruminating. A while back, I posted on Facebook about the surprise visit of a skink on our deck and the fresh "partial" remains of a brown snake we found half in/half out of our rock wall. I expressed my list of vile creatures I don't want sharing my space (and, yes it is my space). I also posted pictures of the skink and the snake and then kept creeping myself out by looking at the pictures - until I deleted them. My childhood friend replied to my post..."I don't remember you being such a candy ass." What? Well, to be fair, he knew me when I was ages 7-12 and, at that time, I even had a pet snake we found in the yard. And, the time I took home, and cared for, the two classroom iguanas over the summer after 6th grade. And, when we spent hours crawdad fishing in the creek behind our homes. We spent a lot of time together and I was never afraid of much. Hence my rumination - I've been pondering his comment for a week and I don't remember being a candy ass either.<br />
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What happened to me? He's right. I have tempered my oneness with nature. And, the risk-taker in me has done its best to disappear. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a race-car driver. I loved to go fast. My very favorite spot on the roller coaster was the very front seat in the very first car. I rode with hands held over my head and loved every screaming minute of it as my heart jumped to my throat with the first thrilling dip. I loved to climb trees - the higher the better. I was never afraid of much. But, now. I've let the unknowns sway my heart to keeping it safe.<br />
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It kind of stinks! Losing the fire for facing the fear. Or, is it true? With age comes wisdom.<br />
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I don't want to be the stick in the mud, the scaredy cat, the one to be so aware of my surroundings that I am unable to walk this journey of life and to enjoy all of the beautiful things and the inquisitive wonder that comes along the way. There is so much to be missed. I want to embrace life, embrace nature (except snakes), embrace the goodness in people, embrace the things that scare me - embrace the things that dare me to be stronger. I want to embrace God with a full heart; so, I can love with a full heart that overflows to encourage others to live and to love with a full heart, too.<br />
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So, I am done with ruminating. I am reaching deep. I am looking up and I am claiming the mantra "Candy Ass NO MORE!" Honestly, someone send me a shirt.<br />
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<br />HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-21725593002504490162020-05-23T17:12:00.000-05:002020-05-23T20:16:01.323-05:00Leaning In...I like the phrase "leaning in". I have learned that the really good stuff happens when I "lean in". I can see better, hear better, touch better, smell better. And, since I'm mentioning the senses, I'm sure I can probably taste better too. However, I've not really thought about that one too much.<br />
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Our dogs sure believe that the best things in life happen when they fully lean in. Charles Walter (Charlie) and Augie are masters at leaning in, They are so good at it, It's a common thing for them to find my husband or me and lay their heads on our lap, or to press their 90lb. bodies fully against ours (while we are sitting or standing), or to tuck their heads, with gentle purpose, under our elbows. They each know they will get a good scratch behind their ear, they will receive a gentle touch on their face or a full-out gratifying scratch on their behinds or their bellies, I've noticed they lean in when they are unsure, they are unsettled or they are just a little lonely. Leaning in is what they know to do. We are the safe place for them and the people that satisfy their needs. This is also, simply, how they love. Oh, to have the gentle heart of a Doodle!<br />
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What about me? I lean in when I am unsure, when I am unsettled and when I am a little lonely. Leaning in makes me feel comforted, makes me feel safe, makes me feel happy and secure. However, in order to lean in, I have to have trustworthy people, thoughts and behaviors that will hold me secure.<br />
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I've learned the really important thing is to lean in to the right people that will bless my life with God's truth. These people make me stronger and are strength-bearers for my heart. Be discerning. Lean in to those who LIVE love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Oh, and, people with a happy heart are also to be included (had to add that one). These steadfast people in my life continually teach me how to clothe myself in these beautiful garbs of Christ. In this way I am able to lean back against them and offer these same blessings. The give and take of LOVE.<br />
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So, I pray you are brave enough to lean in to the beautiful people, life and love that makes a difference in your life. Lean in to your "safe" places and ask for God's abundant grace to envelope you in the good stuff, You will learn that what you receive is also what you learn to give.<br />
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P.S. Ironically, at this very moment the song "Lean on Me" is playing on my Spotify station. Isn't that the absolute BEST - this blog post is God ordained. I'm always amazed at His simple grace:)HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-4355817028403399922019-11-17T14:59:00.001-06:002019-11-17T15:30:23.760-06:00Laying it on the Altar<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>"Your fears are like a scarecrow.</i></span></div>
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And so I sit here - trying to write this blog and wanting to reach for God's hand as I try to face the scarecrow lurking in front of me...because, I know that the blessings are waiting for me; so, I want to face the fear. Why is this so hard? And, if this is so hard, why do I feel like I even need to share my heart? Where is God leading me on this familiar, yet unfamiliar, path?<br />
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One of my favorite books is <i>"Hinds' Feet on High Places"</i> by Hannah Hurnard. I relate to the main character, Much-Afraid, as she travels to the high places where she can forever dwell with the Shepherd. She learns along the journey, though it is sometimes difficult and lonely, to make an altar of her fears so God can transform those things by love into things of beauty. Along her journey she builds many altars to remind herself of the Shepherd's goodness. These are the lessons she has learned as she surrenders her heart to the journey.<br />
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I, too, am like Much-Afraid. God continues to teach me to build an altar at the hard places in my life with a heart of thanksgiving. I continue to learn that He transforms a grateful heart in the most astonishing ways. He turns fear into faith, lack into bounty, rough stones into precious jewels.<br />
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So, I am building an altar at this place and holding on tightly to the Shepherd's hand as I embark once more on this blogging journey, I pray this blog is a safe place, a thoughtful place and a helpful place. A place where I can show God's love and be a witness to others of His transforming grace.<br />
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Much like the Shepherd's love transformed Much-Afraid to Grace and Glory I can't wait to see how His love transforms me!<br />
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P.S. Read the book. It will change your life!<br />
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I believe there is no better way to love a person than to pray for them.<br />
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Prayers for health, prayers for safety, prayers for healing, prayers for the known and the unknown - they have all been offered on my behalf. I am been loved in a mighty and powerful way. </div>
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I have recently found myself in a group of 20+ beautiful women that are loyal to pray for me. These women were strangers a few short months ago. But, it is no mistake we are friends now. God has always had a beautiful way of bringing the exact people into my life that I need at this moment - and for those who just might need me. I am amazed by His goodness and His grace.<br />
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We have a common ground. We are prayer warriors who have a fierce faith knowing that the safest place to bring those we love is to the One who will love and protect them the very best.<br />
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Listen to this song from many years ago that reminds me of the many who have loved me through prayer. I hope they know they can count on my prayers, too. We need each other! And, like I said, I believe there is no better way to love a person than to pray for them.<br />
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I love the sound of a train - the constant chug, chug, chug rhythm of the wheels connecting with the track, the warning whistle when the train comes to a crossing, the advance notice alerting me that something powerful is approaching and I need to pay attention.<br />
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Every place I have lived I have been able to hear a train clambering along the tracks, especially late at night when the busyness of the day has quieted. The tracks, now closest to our home, are nearly a mile or so away. I love it in the summer and the windows are wide, I can hear the train whistle blow - sometimes fairly loudly or, at other times, faint and distant. It all depends on how clear the sky is and if the wind is blowing or is still. To me, the train is a comforting sound, a constant in ever changing circumstance, a voice in the night that whispers, "You are not alone, I am here, I am here, I am here..."<br />
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Sometimes, I find myself straining to hear that reminder from God - especially when my heart is lonely and I need reassurance that his presence surrounds me and his loving hand is upon me. It is then when I am quiet and still that I can hear His voice or feel His touch. It is then I can see and recognize the forever ways he provides reassurance he is there and waiting for me to take his hand.<br />
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I am thankful for the gentle ways that God draws near to me even when I'm not aware it is Him that I am seeking. I hope I can always be comforted by the rhythm of his love holding me close with the promise..."You are not alone, I am here, I am here, I am here!"HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-73596787220213831112011-02-22T20:34:00.000-06:002019-02-25T11:08:16.712-06:00Clenched Fists or Open Hands?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I've been thinking about these things lately as, during Lent, my church is hosting a day that will combine all three. First of all, that silence thing is for people needing a nap - mandatory silence drives me nuts. I have things to say, for crying out loud! Prayer and Meditation - OK, I'm thinking I'm going to find a room somewhere and take a much longed-for snooze until this portion of the program is over.<br />
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Seriously - Silence, Prayer and Meditation...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Oh, My!</i></span><br />
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Intimacy with God - isn't that what prayer is really all about? Isn't it supposed to be a communion (holding in common) between His heart and mine? ONLY if I allow it to be. Intimacy requires two parties, right?<br />
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I like to believe I know how to pray. After all, I've been doing it since I was a kid. In fact, I remember learning my bedtime prayer when I was about four or five years old, "Now, I lay me down to sleep..." My Dad patiently worked with me until I had that prayer memorized and could say it by heart. Hmmm, say it "by heart", now, that's an interesting turn of phrase.<br />
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I was looking for some images of people praying and just about every picture shows the age-old posture of prayer: hands clasped or joined together and the head bowed. I got all flustered thinking about that. You see, I've learned, recently, that it is difficult to let go of the things I take to the Lord if I have my hands so tightly grasped around them. And, in turn, I cannot receive all that God longs for me when I don't have my hands and heart open to receive His gifts.<br />
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I want to run to God with open hands and outstretched arms reaching toward him and praying "by heart" - not a simple recitation - an honest offering to God of what and who I am, how I feel, who I believe Him to be. I want to cherish the silence so I am better able to hear His voice when he whispers "be still". And, I want to think on these things.. marveling at how God hears me, understands me and provides His will for me. Always.<br />
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Silence, a comfortable quiet where I may be able to hear His voice: Prayer, an intimate communion with the One who loves me most; and Meditation, time to think about <i>All</i> the ways He loves me.<br />
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Pretty sweet way to spend the day. Maybe I won't take a nap after all.<br />
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HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-47427819692828552072011-02-13T10:52:00.030-06:002011-02-13T13:17:23.620-06:00His Love Sings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I've redesigned my blog today and I'm just seeing how it fits. It's time for something fresh, new and with a little more creativity to spice up the page. I've been experiencing writer's block; so, it is my hope that this new "do", so to speak, will provide some much needed inspiration.<br />
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I've also changed the name of the blog to "His Love Sings". The new URL is www.hislovesings.blogspot.com. So, please update your info so you know where to find me. You will no longer be able to find the blog at the dipsydoodle-dipsydoodle address.<br />
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Transition. I think that is what I've been experiencing this past year. Transition with my body, my health, my outlook on life, my spirit, my heart. It's wonderful, though. Change is good and exciting - I never know what is around the bend. And, even though I resist it with both feet spiked into the floor, I've been accepting it as it comes and it's been rewarding. Change scares me, though. I'm comfortable in my skin, my habits and my life. But, staying with the old can make me stale and I don't want to be that way. So, no more tight fists for me. I'm opening my hands to accept the changes that God is providing, trusting that He knows best.<br />
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I've been reading Ann Voskamp's beautiful new book, <b>One Thousand Gifts. </b>It has been life-changing for me. She accepted a challenge from a friend to write down 1,000 things she is thankful for; and so, she began a heart-transforming journey. And now, I'm going to begin my list of "1,000 Gifts" - and my heart's desire is to recognize God's love in the everyday things I so take for granted. And, maybe He will teach me to see His love more clearly.<br />
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<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Change, acceptance</span>, gratitude, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">love</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">JOY!</span></i></b> - I'm on my way to a happy heart. Want to join me?HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-44755401565190209622011-02-01T18:19:00.003-06:002011-02-03T12:04:31.262-06:00Wash in Warm Water - Gentle Cycle...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx33ew1Td_-YWvxOQosWfq8mvPDpeTN-azbJShkyIju8a6rhXHTTDYS2jnfkddbLlZSDpcJMiSftZnBi1oOLr6hq5vm4rqALQGI3AE5psPkGDO7X5e-2fDzKvYFm8i91Mhce430ijp0o5A/s1600/ShowerHead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx33ew1Td_-YWvxOQosWfq8mvPDpeTN-azbJShkyIju8a6rhXHTTDYS2jnfkddbLlZSDpcJMiSftZnBi1oOLr6hq5vm4rqALQGI3AE5psPkGDO7X5e-2fDzKvYFm8i91Mhce430ijp0o5A/s200/ShowerHead.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><br />
I believe I have been cold since 1960 - that is the year I was born. Seriously, in the past several years I struggle to stay warm - even in the summer. I have been to the Dr. and she has run all battery of tests to see if there is a medical issue causing this temperature mishap. To no avail. She finally determined I just have an internal thermostat that doesn't register correctly and, for whatever reason, the cause is still unclear. My husband tells me I am wired wrong. I've come to the same conclusion.<br />
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It's a chore for my body to try and keep itself warm. The body's natural response is to hold itself tightly and to shiver to create heat. This results in some fairly trussed-up muscles and some rickety and stiff bones - and, no heat. Throughout the day, I find myself yearning for a hot bath or shower. To sink into a hot bath is bliss. The muscles loosen up and I know I can hear my bones sigh.<br />
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Whenever I am so cold I have to retreat to the bath, I'm reminded of this story told by an old friend of mine.<br />
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Don was in Special Ops when he was in the Navy. He was a "frogman" - I believe that is what they call them - an amphibious unit that did special covert operations.<br />
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He said his unit used to train in the dark, in the cold and in freezing water. Even though he wore a wet suit and the only thing directly exposed to the elements was a bit of his face, it was still unbearably spine-rattling cold. The freezing temperature seemed to seep into every part of his being - sometimes making feeling and moving difficult.<br />
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Don told me that when he came out of the cold water - where he may have been for several hours, He would be freezing. Then, one of the guys in his unit would pour warm water over him to warm him up. He said it was indescribable the way his body felt as the water would start at the top of his head and trickle down and envelope every part of his body.<br />
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He was telling me this story one night when we were talking about how we came to Jesus and what a difference Christ has made in our lives. It's a story I have never forgotten.<br />
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Don told me that when He finally gave his life to Christ, after many years of running from Him, that it felt exactly like that warm water flowing from the top of his head and over his body. The warmth of the Holy Spirit completely consumed him, wrapped him up, warmed his heart and brought him to life.<br />
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I think about that story just about every day when I come home cold and I step into the shower or dip into a warm tub. That warmth touches my skin and it is nice and cozy, comforting and makes me feel comfortable and, finally, warm inside. God's love is like that, you know. He pours it over us like warm and gentle water and then wraps us tightly and keeps us safe. It allows us to feel and to move and to live God's grace.<br />
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Warm Water, Gentle Cycle...I love the way He loves me.HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-12718093095881752222011-01-25T20:01:00.000-06:002011-01-25T20:01:25.758-06:00Wednesday<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>I have spent the ENTIRE work day, today, thinking it was Wednesday. It is not - It is Tuesday.<br />
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I received the great news that this is Tuesday about 3:30 PM today - when I was pushing and fretting about meeting a Friday deadline for a project I am coordinating. Whew, it was a relief to learn it was Tuesday instead of Wednesday - I'm hopeful I won't have to fret all over again tomorrow when it really is Wednesday - that would be a drag!<br />
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I'm completely befuddled as to how I could lose an entire day and not realize it. It's not like I didn't look at a calendar all day - that point of reference somewhat goes out the window, though, when you are not actually looking at dates, but days. I kept looking at Wednesday - because I thought it was Wednesday - even though it was Tuesday.<br />
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I wish I had learned it was Tuesday earlier in the day - I probably would not have acted any differently; however, I would not have felt so silly!<br />
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So, here's to Wednesday - It's going to be a great day!HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-15419048583154218752011-01-11T21:52:00.002-06:002011-01-12T18:30:53.579-06:00I played my best for Him<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Joe and I went to church Christmas morning and, as we walked through the front doors of the church, I noticed a harp standing near the back of the sanctuary. I had never seen a harp at our church before and I didn't know of anyone in the congregation who played a harp. So, I was curious.<br />
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I just could not imagine what that harp was doing at our church and to whom it might belong.<br />
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Since there were only a few of us at the service Christmas morning, I immediately noticed the middle-aged woman sitting all alone on the back row. She looked a bit timid and very uncomfortable. She was dressed in many layers and was wearing a somewhat worn coat with a heavy scarf wrapped tightly around her neck. She was also wearing a hat and gloves; and, it was obvious she was going through a rough time. However, I noticed her heavy boots were new and polished to a shine.<br />
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It's not unusual for our church to have visitors that may be a little less fortunate than others. Our church hosts what we call the "Necessity Pantry", twice a month, where we offer non-perishable necessities like toothbrushes, toothpaste, toilet tissue, diapers, soap, etc., to people that may need a little help with these things. In addition, we do our best to offer a friendly smile and an abundance of God's love. It is not unusual for someone we have helped to visit one of our services; so, I didn't think much more about the lady on the back row.<br />
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As I was greeting a friend, I asked about the harp. She told me that one of the folks we had helped at the necessity pantry was so grateful that she asked how she could repay us. Mother Pat (our Priest) told her that payment was not necessary. Still, this lady was determined and wanted to do something. She asked if she could play her harp for us as a way to say thanks. So, Mother Pat told her "yes, she could".<br />
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At the end of the service, I heard the most beautiful music coming from the back of the church. I turned around and was surprised to see the woman from the back row and now playing the harp - her face full of concentration and with an expression of pure joy. It was like she was lost in her music and it struck me that she was offering a gift - to me, to all those that were there that morning and, most importantly, to God. It was her gift of love - on Christmas morning, played from her heart and for God's ears. I felt overwhelmingly blessed to witness this outpouring of what she had to offer - and, so freely given.<br />
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The tears just ran down my face. I couldn't stop them. I sat there listening and my heart was full. I kept feeling this nudge that I wanted to help this gal in some way. I reached into my purse and found some cash that I have no idea where it came from. I NEVER have cash on me. And, if for some reason I do, it is never more than a dollar or two. So, I was standing there wrestling with myself about what I should do when Mo. Pat came and put her hand on my shoulder and asked me if I was going to make it. I told her I thought so and wasn't sure. I told her I wanted to give a "gift" to this woman without insulting or embarrassing her and I didn't know the best way. So, we found a blank envelope, I marked it "Merry Christmas" and thought I'd just quietly and anonymously slip it inside the woman's music folder. Then I decided I needed to hand it to her. So, I did, and whispered "Thank You" and "Merry Christmas" - the most extraordinary thing happened. This woman tried to hand the envelope back to me. She told me we had offered her so much: we had given her food and clothing and now "this" (she didn't even know what "this" was). I smiled at her and told her, "For you! Really, I don't know what else to do. I'm overwhelmed". She just smiled at me, embraced me completely around the shoulders and gave me a tight, long and heart-felt hug and wished me Merry Christmas, as well.<br />
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She was completely unaware that she gave the true meaning of Christmas to me that morning. After the service, I got in the car and the words to "Little Drummer Boy" kept rolling through my head...<br />
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<blockquote><h2 align="center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><b><span style="color: #336699; font-size: small;">Come they told me,<br />
A new born King to see,<br />
Our finest gifts we bring<br />
To lay before the King;<br />
So to honor Him,<br />
When we come.<br />
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Little Baby, <br />
I am a poor boy too,<br />
I have no gift to bring, <br />
That's fit to give the King, <br />
Shall I play for you, ,<br />
On my drum?<br />
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Mary nodded,<br />
The ox and lamb kept time,<br />
I played my drum for Him,<br />
I played my best for Him, <br />
Then He smiled at me,<br />
Me and my drum. </span></b></span></h2></blockquote><br />
I'm intrigued by this woman. I wonder about her life story and how she has ended up where she is. I"m curious about the circumstances which have brought her to this difficult place in her life.<br />
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So, an Offering - of self, of talent, of joy, of thankfulness, of love. I'm thankful for this woman's gift to me- one that she is completely unaware she gave. And, I'm thankful for her sweet gift lovingly and gratefully offered to God, who is totally aware of what she laid before Him.<br />
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And, I pray that I always remember - even when it doesn't feel like I have much to offer - I always have a gift worthy to lay before my King if I offer my heart.<br />
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Well, it's time to get back to the blog. I've really missed writing and so I have made a commitment to blog at least twice a week - Tuesdays and Saturdays. Since Joe has meetings, for a few hours and away from home on these days, I will have the house to myself (except for the dog) and I can ponder and write - sometimes even at the same time. It seems I have a lot of words fighting to find their way out of my head; so, we'll see where this takes me.<br />
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These past few months have flown by and have been full of challenges - mostly good and some a bit harder than others. It's been a time of change, a time of growth and a time of trust. It seems my life has been all about these things lately - personally and professionally. Maybe it's just my mid-life adjustment (change or fine-tuning, if you like) that has me stirred up.<br />
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I've also been challenged in the recent past with this thought. What am I doing to make a difference? A difference in my life and in the lives of others. It's a pretty heady question. You know, if I ask other people if I make a difference - they always respond with an "absolutely, you do!" For some reason, I'm needing a tangible response - How do I make a difference? Why do I make a difference? Why Is it important for me to know I make a difference? Have I made a difference to you? I want to make a difference!<br />
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Recently, I read the book by Max Lucado, <u>Outliving Your Life</u>. Talk about making a difference and motivating me to get moving. I sometimes think the challenges we face are just too big for one person to do something that can change the course of the outcome. Max Lucado talks about how one person can be the inspiration for great change and for great significance - in thought, action, response - even by doing something that seems very small. It struck me that I do have the ability to make a difference. I just have to be willing to take the risk, jump in and see what happens. Outliving My Life means more than leaving a legacy. It's leaving an imprint on this world and through my relationships so that lives are changed forever - through love.<br />
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I also listen to the K-LOVE radio station (97.3 FM in KC) on my way to work in the morning. They, too, are talking about "words" and choosing a word for this next year that will exemplify your life for 2011. Even my boss came to me the other day (she listens to K-LOVE, as well) and challenged me to pick a word for 2011. So, after tossing the idea around for a few weeks, I have settled on my special word.<br />
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My word is "Offering". I'm praying that God will give me an awareness of situations where I can be an "offering" to Him and an offering OF Him - an offering of my thoughts, my words, my actions. I want to focus this year on being aware of His presence in the people I meet and in the situations I encounter as I go through the moments of my day.<br />
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I looked up Webster's definition of Offering and this is what it says:<br />
<blockquote> something offered; especially: a sacrifice ceremonially offered as a part of worship</blockquote>I love how Webster always seems to use the very word to define the word - that is so confusing to me. I don't know that I necessarily believe an offering has to be a sacrifice. However, I do like the part about being offered as part of worship. Is there any better way to offer Praise and Worship to God than by offering thoughts, words and actions on His behalf? My definition of offering - to give with love. So, that is my word.<br />
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My house is full of words. I love words. I have words on my walls, words on the rocks around my plants, words on pictures and signs, words on my bathroom mirror, words in the mass of books I have on my bedroom floor. I have words everywhere I look. Words that are important to me, words that define my life. And, I want my words to matter...<br />
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So, two birds with one stone - I pray my offerings make a difference.<br />
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</div>I've been off the blog for a bit. I don't know where the time goes. Lots of things have happened in the past month. It seems every time I sit down and try to write, I can't think what I want to write about. So, tonight's ramblings may seem pretty random - I have a head full of stuff and who knows how it will wiggle its way out?<br />
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</div><div>Last weekend was our Daughter's of the King diocesan retreat and the beginning of my DOK chapter's new member orientation. Something holy and beautiful happens when a group of women share from their hearts. It's a different way of connecting than with a mixed group. It was a sweet time of learning, sharing and being reminded of the gifts God has given me. It was also a time to think about what I'm going to do with these gifts. How I can use them. How God would like for me to use them. I've been thinking about that a lot this week and I've learned that my gifts are of no use if I don't share them. I have to join them with others for them to be most effective. I think that is powerful. It seems lately that I'm being taught this lesson from so many different directions.</div><div><br />
</div><div>My Mom went with me to this retreat and I am so very glad she did. Everyone loved on her and I know that made her feel good. My mom is a remarkable woman that has been through a lot of hard changes lately. It was a special time we shared together and I am grateful for all of those who made her feel welcome. They loved her for her own self; and, also, just because they love me - which made me feel great, too. My Mom has an open heart and I'm thankful for her and that she has taught me the meaning of unconditional love. I got tickled at her when I saw a woman (a complete stranger) sitting beside her and telling my mother all of her concerns. So typical of my mom who always meets a friend and never a stranger.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I just finished Max Lucado's new book, "Outlive Your Life". It has made me think about so many things. I was reminded of my journey since I lost my job six months ago. I kept saying to myself and to others, throughout my time off, that what I really want to do with my life is to make a difference. This book reminded me that God can only work through me if I let him work IN me. Only He can make the difference. So simple, really. Yet, life changing for me and for those I encounter.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I had a cataract removed from my right eye this week. After years of looking through a filmy eye, I can now see clearly - without my glasses - and, at night. As luck would have it, I just read that book by Max and it's all about the book of Acts. You know the story where Saul was blinded and then made to see clearly. It kept coming to my mind. I wonder what great spiritual awakening God has in store for me. What I do know is that God's hand was on me because I can see better today than I could in 6th grade (before I got glasses). Makes me want to cry with gratitude. And, I did. Lots.</div><div><br />
</div><div>My family is in the midst of something sad and scary. I ask your prayers from whomever may read this. I'm baffled by how many innocent lives are touched and changed forever when poor and selfish decisions are made by others. I don't understand why some choose chaos and strife when choosing to love and to be loved is so much easier and so much more worthwhile.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Tomorrow, I am decorating my house for the fall season. I love it. It's a fresh start and a pick-me-up after a long summer. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I'm hopeful I will make time to blog more regularly. I have missed sharing my heart and I have found that writing my thoughts helps me to glean the important and worthwhile stuff that is inside of my head. I totally believe that God does indeed bless me through this effort. I feel like He is molding me and crafting me into the person He intended me to be. It is my desire to use the gifts He has blessed me with to be a blessing to others. Oh, I can feel Him singing over me! </div><div><br />
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1. FOUND A NEW JOB - great people, good place to work and God is teaching me all kinds of things through this experience. I think it's all about the people.<br />
2. ENJOYED OUR 3yr OLD GRANDDAUGHTER LAST WEEKEND - She spent the night and she is busy, busy, busy and it was such fun to spend some time with her on her own. She's a hand full and is such a joy - hope to have many more times like this to share with her.<br />
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3. GOT A BRAND NEW HAIRCUT AND COLOR TODAY - short and above my ears. Should have done it a while back. However, I did learn that my face has been subjected to gravity since the last time my hair was this short - talk about getting my attention. Oh well, it feels great.<br />
4. I HAVE READ ABOUT 10 NEW AUTHORS - really great books and great stories and, the funny thing is, I chose them mainly because I liked the feel of their covers. I'm in the paper and printing business; so, I guess I'm more tactile than I realized. Anyway, great books.<br />
5. WITH HELP FROM SEVERAL OTHERS, I STARTED A NEW WOMEN'S MINISTRY AT OUR CHURCH. It meets quarterly (we have met twice now) and it is called OFF on Friday - Oh For Fun on Friday. A good time to relax with other women, enjoy some good food, some fun entertainment and a spiritual thought, or two. So far, it has been a great success. The next is October 22, if anyone is interested. I love it!<br />
6. JOE AND I BEGIN OUR DAYS BY PRAYING TOGETHER EACH MORNING. I know I mentioned this a while back. I can't tell you how this has made such a tremendous difference in how I start my day. It has strengthened our marriage and grounded us in the things that matter. It's awesome to share one heart over the things we take to the Lord. We've been doing this for several months now - really, since I lost my job in January. Since I have been back at work now for six weeks, it has been a little bit of a challenge since we get up at different times. But, we're working to make it work and I love that.<br />
7. MADE ANOTHER AWESOME RECIPE the other night - I made it up and it was delicious. Butterfly pork chops with Raspberry Chipotle chutney, YUM!<br />
8. I HELPED WITH VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL and soon learned this was NOT my calling. Despised every minute of it except when I was sitting on the floor with all of the age 3 and unders (4 or 5 of them) and we (they) were showing each other all of their boo boos - my favorite time of the entire week.<br />
9. I BOUGHT NEW GLASSES AND SUNGLASSES. It would be great if I could see out of them. I need to have a cataract removed; so, I will be adding that to my list, soon. Oh boy! And, Oh boy! again! I will also be having a colonoscopy soon - only, since I am now 50 - isn't that a great way to celebrate this milestone year in my life? More about that later - after (if) it happens.<br />
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I know there are other things to add to this list. I just can't remember them at the moment. I think I have hit most of the highlights. We've been busy with making adjustments to our lives and trying to determine what these changes mean for us and the opportunities that are new. I am very thankful that God surrounds us with His faithfulness and continues to walk along beside us as we make our way. His presence sure does make an incredible difference.<br />
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P.S. We have a couple at our church who will be getting married in October. I volunteered to take pictures for them. It will be a VERY simple wedding. Does anyone have any advise about how to make these shots more than just boring snapshots? I'm just really a point and shoot kind of photographer and I'd like to take some pics so it appears I know what I'm doing. Any ideas are welcome. I'd like to provide them with some fun and interesting, maybe not so ordinary, pictures so they can remember this day with a smile. Thanks - I'm shooting with a Nikon D60 and I have about 6 weeks to practice.HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-42129795634329085772010-08-27T19:04:00.001-05:002010-08-28T21:29:00.484-05:00Running to Daddy...<span id="goog_246194769"></span><span id="goog_246194770"></span><br />
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There is a young man at our church who brings his three young children to the service regularly and faithfully. He has two daughters and a son and it always brings a smile to my face when they walk into the sanctuary. It is like those kids can't wait to get inside the door. The oldest daughter is about seven, her brother is five, or so, and the youngest is probably about three. They are a sweet family and I love to watch the way their Father loves them and is teaching them about God's love.<br />
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</div><div>This little family has been coming to our church for about a year now. Every Sunday, when they are there, the children usually go to children's chapel during the bulk of the service. However, after the sermon and before we begin preparing for communion, our priest calls the kids back to the congregation. <b>Every single time</b>, the youngest daughter runs to her daddy and jumps into his waiting arms. She is so excited and thrilled to see him. As soon as she lays eyes on her father, she yells, "Daddy", and runs to meet him as fast as her little legs will carry her. I love this and, yes, it always makes me smile and usually makes me cry. Her expression of joy at the sight of her father fills her face and lights up her little eyes and her entire countenance. It is so sweet, so true and incredibly intimate. She acts as if she hasn't seen her father for years and, in reality, it has only been about 20 minutes or so. And, you can only imagine the joy on her Father's face as he hears his name and turns to see her running to him, then stoops down with open arms and waits to catch her and to gather her close with a hug and a kiss. I hope it is always like this for them.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I think this may be the way God must feel when we let go of all that holds us back and we run into His waiting arms. He must be so happy to catch us, to gather us to himself and to welcome us with a hug and a kiss. I love that image. I like to imagine the incredible grin on His face and to think about His arms holding me close. I like knowing He will never let go. It's the safest place I know - a place of comfort, a place of strength and a place of love.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>First of all, let me tell you that I physically DO NOT do well when I play. My hands become clammy, my eyesight seems to go bonkers, I become hearing impaired and I am unable to self-regulate my body temperature. All-in-all, I become almost paralyzed because I have to focus and pay close attention. My mind CANNOT wander. And, believe me, it is not easy to play the piano with wet hands while wearing wet clothing. And, it's embarrassing. I mean, seriously - you would think this physical reaction would be bad enough; but, I know that other things can happen and usually will.<br />
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</div><div>I've had some incredibly interesting experiences playing the piano in church. I used to accompany my brother-in-law every year when he sang the same solo during the Christmas season. Every single year something would go bananas. The first year he just decided, willy-nilly, to skip a verse without telling me. The second year, I truly believe he must have been overcome by the Holy Spirit - for what other reason would he add a verse where no verse belonged? This was in addition to the verse he left out the first year. And, the following year, one of the deacons decided to turn off the lights mid-performance. This was great. I could not see the music and neither could my brother-in-law. We were pitched into total darkness. So, I quit playing and he just sang la, la, la, la, la until he could find a way to end the song. It's pretty funny now and, to be truthful, it was pretty funny, then, too. I really find it ironic that the name of the song is "I know now..." Really, if I knew then what I know now, it wouldn't have been half the experience because I would have talked someone else into doing the job.<br />
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It's not just my brother-in-law, though. My girlfriend has an exceptional voice and was asked to provide the special music at a neighboring church. So, I went along to play for her. Little beknownst to me, the entire service was broadcast "live" on the radio. Janice gets up to sing, we are tooling through the song and all of a sudden, she decides to go rogue - forgot to tell me she was going to repeat the chorus a few times more than it was written in the music. She had to sing some of that A Capella. It's my rule, when in doubt - stop playing and let the soloist figure out how to end the song. It's the real reason it is called a solo and it usually works pretty well - people most often just think it's in the plan and, when they see me smiling like a Cheshire cat and biting my bottom lip, they get all goosebumply and think I must be having a "God" moment. There is something about quiet distress that moves people, I guess.<br />
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I've had other frightening experiences. One time, someone turned on a fan and it blew my sheet music off the piano and completely out of reach. That time I had to stop, chase the music and start over with a shrug. I've had music turned upside down. I've had to ad lib my way through a page turn when the page refused to turn - these are all terrifying moments in the life of an accompanist.<br />
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As you can tell, this all adds to the hilarity of the moment and I am thankful that God must have a sense of humor since He rarely complains. I'm sure He is aware that it is hard to worship when I am nervous. I'm thankful He gives me a break and a chance to laugh at my silliness - even though the laughter doesn't come until after the fact.<br />
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I guess I take it to heart, though, because I feel music is the connecting force during the worship experience. It is what makes the service flow smoothly and what transitions the atmosphere from praise and worship to prayerful contemplation. It allows the words and the sounds of worship to seep into my soul. I'm always so afraid I'm going to mess that up for someone else.<br />
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This morning, we ended the service with "Give Thanks" and I was able to put aside all of the worry and stressful anxiety. I was finally able to lift my heart to God with thanks and in prayerful response to Him. I was able to express myself through the keyboard and it felt really sweet. I'm hopeful it was a joyful noise of praise from my heart to His.<br />
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So, until the next time... In between, I have to figure out a way to keep my hands dry.</div></div>HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-1791552625373862010-07-18T16:22:00.001-05:002010-07-18T16:23:06.208-05:00Changes, Changes and more changes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzhslSDmYRhMB2wTo4ZKpFj04OhQyglj6cbmHrtayvSTctYU3v44ISp4uD7oYPA4lcjvuUBF7iH3z_ocIbobUP37-ehw9swMqEAxMHiRuEx7iUrKb8djHGvw8jxVF-6GfZiYixEWzuUbqr/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzhslSDmYRhMB2wTo4ZKpFj04OhQyglj6cbmHrtayvSTctYU3v44ISp4uD7oYPA4lcjvuUBF7iH3z_ocIbobUP37-ehw9swMqEAxMHiRuEx7iUrKb8djHGvw8jxVF-6GfZiYixEWzuUbqr/s320/01.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Photo courtesy of Photo Bucket</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I start my new job tomorrow. I am so ready to begin this next part of my journey. It has been an interesting six months. God has presented opportunities for me to learn many things - a lot of things about myself that I wasn't sure I was ready to learn.<br />
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I'm thankful for this time I have had. Often, people ask me if I am glad my "vacation" is over. I always get a kick out of that. I can tell you that being unemployed is not a vacation. There is not a single day that goes by that does not require some frustration, tenacity, diligence and a lot of prayer. It's hard work. It can be defeating and exhausting - mentally and emotionally and, yes, at times, even physically. What I do know for sure is that it has strengthened my faith. It has also taught me to be a better listener.<br />
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Tomorrow is a new start. Little did I know that this year was going to be filled with so many new beginnings. Changes abound - and, most of them, are very good.<br />
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By far, I know that God provides - in his time, in his way and in our need. His timing is always right - even if we don't realize it.<br />
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Tomorrow, I begin a new job. I know it will be filled with opportunities to make a difference, opportunities to utilize my skills and knowledge, opportunities to learn new things that will stretch and challenge me. And, I know I will have opportunities to share God's love with the people I will be working with. It is my prayer that I am able to be a vessel that God will use to make a difference in someone's life. I would not have been ready for this in quite the same way six months ago.<br />
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I am a little apprehensive, a little scared and, a little bit tired. Tonight, though, I'm just going to let go of all this for a while and let my mind rest of worry over all of the "what ifs". All the badgering self-talk that defeats me of the joy of living where I am - right now!<br />
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Tomorrow - a new day, a new beginning full of new opportunities. Pretty sweet.HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-84305342094845022062010-07-17T20:16:00.004-05:002010-07-17T20:19:16.246-05:00A Beacon of Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihW2flWu1yhqIa1GM2lVoehbE1p-p9rOJOmfysWeYUzJRgm2o_RAs5vM3Njvgb1OmUIKNIVv8NaiUvmvgaO_gYaH2dACcj98C6TaAmn9d1zwmH8IQiSrhf3VhVNwWjBlS0w8Z5O0TwLftm/s1600/27522_132469903440741_5579_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihW2flWu1yhqIa1GM2lVoehbE1p-p9rOJOmfysWeYUzJRgm2o_RAs5vM3Njvgb1OmUIKNIVv8NaiUvmvgaO_gYaH2dACcj98C6TaAmn9d1zwmH8IQiSrhf3VhVNwWjBlS0w8Z5O0TwLftm/s320/27522_132469903440741_5579_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">J</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">oe</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and I belong to a special community of believers that attend St. Michael’s Episcopal Church. </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Joe and I first visited St. Michael’s six years ago and it was an interesting experience. Joe was raised Catholic and I was raised Southern Baptist. How we ever ended up being married is truly a wonder. But, God knew our hearts better than we did and chose to help us find one another.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">While we were dating, we visited many different churches of many different denominations. We both knew that we had to ground our marriage in a place where we would be surrounded by love and nurtured by prayer - a place where we could grow together in God’s love. Yet, we also were pretty firmly rooted in our own faith traditions - not so much theologically and more, perhaps, in the way we were taught to express ourselves. Joe is much more conservative and I, on the other hand, have no quarrel with offering a hearty Amen and tapping my foot and clapping my hands to a good Gospel tune.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Joe quietly refused to really get involved in a Baptist church and I, on the other hand, flatly and loudly refused to go to the Catholic church. So silly, really. We each had our reasons for standing firmly on the principles we thought we needed to defend. However, we both knew this situation was not healthy for us. So, we found ourselves at St. Michael’s. Again, God knew our hearts better than we did. I’m always amazed by that.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m telling you this little church is a beacon of Love. Not many realize it - not even many members of our own congregation. One of the things that completely astounds me is how freely and easily the people of our congregation love each other and love the Lord. It happens every day and in the most ordinary ways.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Of course, there are the different ministries of the church - places where people expect to meet God and usually do. I’m talking about the other stuff - I like to call them whispers of love - things like a phone call, email or personal note that are reminders that someone is thinking of us, praying for us, loving us. And, most often, when we need it the most. I’m talking about the times one of our members goes out of their way, each Sunday for close to a year now, to give a ride to one of our other members that does not have a car. I’m talking about the times someone has brought donuts to Christian Education - just because; or, the times someone has weeded a garden to make something beautiful out of a bug and weed infested bit of chaos. I’m talking about the many ways the people of our church say “yes” to whatever is asked of them - even if it means they have to sacrifice or go beyond their familiar to do what is requested.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’ve been the recipient of those whispers of love more often than I can count. I know all I have to do is shoot an email pleading for help or a “circle the prayer wagons” request and, immediately, I am being prayed for and the need is lifted to the God of Love. It is such a comfort to know that “help” is on its way. It’s like finally hearing the ambulance siren getting louder and louder as it rumbles its way through the neighborhood and to my front door. Usually, the request is soon followed by a phone call or two, a warm hug waiting for me the next time I am at church - or someone grabbing my hand and hanging on tightly during the Lord’s prayer. No words usually spoken and all acts of love.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">St. Michael’s is a beautiful place and not only because of its physical structure. It’s a place of God, a place of worship and, for me, a place where I can love and be loved - freely and abundantly. I’m so thankful that Joe and I found this little church - a place where we would be surrounded by love and nurtured by prayer - a place where our hearts continue to grow together in God’s love and through His grace. Yes, God knows our hearts better than we do. He directed us to this beacon of love - It continues to amaze me.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div>HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-55601198949373607352010-07-12T13:20:00.000-05:002010-07-12T13:20:50.739-05:00Been Busy <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A quick </span>update to say I have been kind of busy. I am starting a new job on Monday. A blessing and we are very thankful. And, this week, I am helping with Vacation Bible School and a women's event on Friday. All of this to say, I haven't had a chance to update my blog. I have a lot to share - lots of lessons learned and will be posting it all soon.HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-38075086711312716772010-07-03T08:49:00.000-05:002010-07-03T08:49:58.422-05:00Closed Doors and Open WindowsToday I am thinking about how God continues to move in my life in so many unexpected and incredible ways.<br />
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I am grateful. I am humbled. I am astonished. And, in the midst of these emotions and many, many others, I am wrapped in His sweet, sweet love.<br />
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Joy-filled!HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-92072294081755837302010-06-28T13:27:00.008-05:002010-06-29T12:00:51.575-05:00June 28th<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4QB509jxRnvEhS6UePutqnK58vFxeXAmU89VckHtpwHXs59DBWoArqGY09gzlLXc3424mDw8H5nC74HGOskiu6Tguu6r95yMWRMOSyze7ZhBeBTq1IzevKTowGSF0m1HTdLsCzbYDh9e/s1600/img020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4QB509jxRnvEhS6UePutqnK58vFxeXAmU89VckHtpwHXs59DBWoArqGY09gzlLXc3424mDw8H5nC74HGOskiu6Tguu6r95yMWRMOSyze7ZhBeBTq1IzevKTowGSF0m1HTdLsCzbYDh9e/s320/img020.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Twenty-one years ago today my father died. Even after all of this time, it's hard to write these words. They seem so final. Yet, even though I know the reality of the words are true, it is amazing to believe them when not a single day goes by that I don't think about him in some way.<br />
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I loved my Dad. He loved God. He loved his family and his friends. He found pleasure in the simple things of life - nature, reading, gardening, a good ball game (no matter the sport), all kinds of music, art, food, animals, ham radio, learning something new. He had a great smile, twinkling eyes, a <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">muttley</span>-the-dog laugh and beautiful hands.<br />
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So much of who I am is because of what He taught me. Some things he often learned by the mistakes he made in his own life. Mistakes he wanted me to avoid. He taught me the integrity of the lessons he learned.<br />
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He taught me how to play first base, how to catch and throw a softball - I never did get the hang of the bat, though. He taught me the appreciation of a good western movie, the pleasure of a good book, good poetry, a good steak and how to light a firecracker. He taught me how to mow the grass, how to plant a tree and how to prune a rose bush. He taught me to laugh easily and to not take myself so seriously. He taught me that the true test of a person's character is what they do and who they are when they are alone and no one is watching. He taught me that loving is hard work - whether I am the one to give or the one to receive. He taught me that hard work is worthwhile and how to value the things I have received and how to protect them and to take care of them. He taught me how to be a humble winner and a gracious loser. He taught me that adversity is often a part of life and there are always consequences to every decision that is made. He taught me to seek God with all of my heart, how to be faithful and to pray with confidence that God always listens and that it is okay to tell God how I feel. Lots of lessons that I needed to learn and to make constants in my own life.<br />
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Twelve years ago today, Joe proposed to me. I love this. I love the bittersweet connection of these two significant moments in my life. Dad never met Joe and I know they would have had fun together and enjoyed each other because they share so many of the same interests. And, I am certain my Dad would be proud of Joe and who he is and the way that he loves me. I like to think Dad would have been proud of the choice I made in a life partner and be pleased that I was never willing to settle for less than what he taught me God desired for me. Joe often tells me he wishes he could have known my father. I wish that, too.<br />
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June 28th is indeed a special day for me - a day to think about the precious gift of love that has always enveloped my life. The love of my Dad who taught me about my heavenly Father's love, a love that provided a foundation where I could grow and learn how to love; and, the love of Joe, a love that sustains me, challenges me and grows with me as we walk this journey called Life.<br />
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I am so grateful and I am so incredibly blessed.<br />
<blockquote><div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.</span></span></div></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1 Corinthians 13:4-7 </span></span></blockquote>HIs Love Singshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605069689077748441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003661146227505508.post-91424110651477106622010-06-25T14:53:00.000-05:002010-06-25T14:53:37.209-05:00Ode to Joy!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe7lFiQCkSMXDilUS0VCmmd_PUQkAH08wTnWTENARV3Qa06afo3kBTIkZgpEhqFXLPZ4aRqSjDZcpp_Z_YKtwCBLBRWdSp1Zo7SKwE2RXGl2sbiKdR4I0NvZYqrRruY3BJ2XlYCLU7WeGn/s1600/say-it-Joy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe7lFiQCkSMXDilUS0VCmmd_PUQkAH08wTnWTENARV3Qa06afo3kBTIkZgpEhqFXLPZ4aRqSjDZcpp_Z_YKtwCBLBRWdSp1Zo7SKwE2RXGl2sbiKdR4I0NvZYqrRruY3BJ2XlYCLU7WeGn/s320/say-it-Joy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Photo courtesy of www.<span class="goog-spellcheck-word">photobucket</span>.com</span></i></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Holy Cow!</span> I just completed the book, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"><i>Dancing with My Father - How God Leads Us into a Life of Grace and Joy</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"> by Sally </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"><span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Clarkson</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;">. I'm not certain and I think she wrote this book just for me -</span> talk about a really rich book packed with all kinds of wisdom and important stuff I need to know. Here are just a couple of tidbits she shares that I have been pondering:<br />
<blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"..Trials are rarely over quickly, and God does not work on our preferred timetable... he is more committed to the process of our growth than to our immediate gratification. As we submit to his will, we will find that we were made or suited to find joy in that place."</i></div></blockquote><blockquote><i>"...The key to joy in the midst of trials is in knowing and believing that God is always good. Always."</i></blockquote><blockquote><i>"...I must remember and choose to believe that he is working even when I can't see him; that this test is the work of my life-my opportunity to have a testimony or story of his faithfulness. Then each day, each minute, I must turn my heart toward praise, thanksgiving, and rest, knowing that God is producing in me the character of Christ."</i></blockquote><blockquote><i>"...Worrying and fretting just squeeze our joy. I can't live in both worlds at once-the peace of Christ and the worry of the world-so I must turn my back on fear or dread and turn my face toward his promises as I wait in the knowledge of his grace."</i></blockquote><blockquote><i>"...I choose to turn my heart away from doubt and stand firmly in your light, expecting you to show me your plan!"</i></blockquote>So, what do you think? See what I mean - good stuff, right?<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Side note: I'm off for a girl's weekend at the lake and am looking forward to some fun, sun and lots of laughing. So, as my 3-yr. old granddaughter likes to say as she runs to the car, "Peace out and I'm outta here."</span></b><br />
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