tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44942311909823772552024-03-12T20:42:37.097-05:00Treasure's From Life's GardenFinding Spiritual Flowers Amongst Life's Weeds . . . .Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.comBlogger821125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-8975949994593254142013-12-16T08:59:00.001-06:002013-12-16T08:59:46.400-06:00More<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I sensed I was to share this great word <a href="http://list-email.tyndale.com/index.php?action=social&c=671d8d05d795091118b1344f715307c4.3834&ref=facebook" target="_blank">on resting</a> that a friend shared on fb this morning. I have heard a friend say many times, "Rest is an action verb!" I Love it! I takes so much more <i>work</i> to rest than it does to work!<br />
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While this is a timely word for me, there are five words that stood out in this devotional the most, "He started late in life . . . " <br />
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I started late in life. Because I chose to be irresponsible and selfish and outright stupid by choosing alcohol as my escape, and honestly . . . . not taking life seriously until the last few years, I am behind in planning for my future.<br />
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The future that is already here.<br />
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And that scares the begeezies out of me.<br />
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By today's standards I should have ample savings to live on and know what I am going to "be when I grow up." Hundreds of times a day (and that is no exaggeration) I continue over and over to give my fear of the future to the Lord. I am often comparing myself to others with what they have acquired and their financial stability, which only brings me to a deeper discouragement. Oh it's easy to compare apples to apples, but my story isn't like your story, nor is your story like my story . . . . so why even compare? <br />
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My fear became so overwhelming I began searching out scripture for financial peace and how to prepare for the future financially. My favorite example of preparing for our future monetarily is Joseph's. (Genesis 41:1-32) He gathered the people and they all worked together to prepare for seven years of famine. What an amazing story of triumph and discipline!<br />
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But that's not where this is going this morning. <br />
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While there are several scriptures that teach us the benefits of preparing financially for our future, it is obvious that the Lord's concern is more for our hearts future versus our pockets future. <br />
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In my quest for preparing for the future, over and over scriptures appeared with one goal in mind. Being ready. Be watchful. Anticipate it. Having a ready heart. A heart of love. A heart of peace.<br />
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While in the quietness of the morning He has given me a financial plan that brings me comfort, and one that is attainable for our lives, I have learned it is not the monies in the bank that brings peace, nor prosperity, but having a heart ready for Christ and helping others prepare for their future in the same manner along life's way.<br />
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James 5:8 states, "You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord's coming is near." <br />
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<i>"Oh Father, teach me how to prepare, guide my steps to savings, but more importantly, guide my heart. Amen."</i><br />
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-82171952385533822092013-11-23T21:13:00.002-06:002013-11-23T21:13:38.137-06:00Sideline Blessings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I don't know why God gave me the heart for others that He did, but I'm glad He did. I believe it goes back to Ezekiel 36:26, "<span style="background-color: #fdfeff; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #001320;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh." I believe when the Lord saved me, He began chiseling away at my heart of stone. It was then, the heart of flesh began to beat and pulsate, thriving and growing and yearning to make a difference in this world.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This past week I have struggled over these whys and I have asked God what He was thinking several times. I began feeling guilty and doubting my own heart in regards to some personal struggles and wondering how in the world I'm supposed to make a difference in the world when I can't even manage my own home-front.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Satan will do that you know. He is great at sliding one liners in that cause us to doubt or take the focus off what is to be. He's been doing it for ages . . . since the Garden of Eden when he first caused Eve to doubt God and sin entered the world. He tried it on Jesus in the desert (Matthew 4:1-11), but it didn't work. Christ gives us the foundation on how to handle those darts from satan . . . the scriptures. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I had become so worried over my own family and the whys that I missed out on the blessings of being on the sidelines. Sure we were obedient to what the Lord told us to do, but I had missed it. My heart wasn't right because I wanted to be selfish and focus on me when the Lord had <i>mine</i> covered all along.</span></div>
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-76261108117494788752013-11-14T13:35:00.003-06:002013-11-14T13:36:38.647-06:00Bread of Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;">"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33</span><br />
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I was really discouraged this morning. <br />
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I bombed my Humanities test with a 62 last night. :( I did great on the arts and recognizing which Renaissance period they were from as well as knowing which artist did what, but with 4 or 5 chapters covered, I was simply memorizing the facts and not trying to understand them, so when the teacher re-worded/re-phrased the facts, I knew nothing. (Yes, I do believe there is a separate blog post about that!) Lord willing I will never take another D term again with 16 weeks crammed into nine. <br />
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But that wasn't all that was getting to me. <br />
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Christopher has been acting out and become very clingy since I've been gone/unavailable more with school. His hyperactivity is worse, his emotions are worse than a woman 8 1/2 months pregnant! Agggh! The stress is getting to me. And then there is the check engine light that came on last night in the car. The car is not switching into gears so the concern is it's the transmission. The list of burdens is rather overwhelming. Because the burdens are so great, I did the one thing I haven't done on my own in months. I opened the Bread of Life (Matthew 4:4)<br />
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I opened my devotional to today's date. The title read, "You are an Overcomer." I couldn't help but smile. "Okay Lord, I'm listening." As I read the simple yet perfect daily thoughts, Kayla turned her phone towards me to show this adorable duckling hanging on for dear life to the curb. Under the picture it read, "Don't give up."<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What perfect timing from a perfect God :)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8VoUYtx0kw" target="_blank">Mandissa's "Overcomer"</a></span></span><br />
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-48946227068814419822013-11-08T14:43:00.002-06:002013-11-08T14:43:28.124-06:00Research Survey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Please take 30 seconds to answer one question at the link below. In order to give a fair answer, you need to understand college students under the age of 24 are required to provide their parents tax documents in order to apply for financial aid.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/GYY5MSD" target="_blank">https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/GYY5MSD</a></span></div>
Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-27556398368686777142013-11-03T14:18:00.000-06:002013-11-03T14:24:57.623-06:00The Perfect Meal Or The Perfect Moment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We had to make a quick run to Sam's this morning. The store was packed, but even in the busyness, I couldn't help but overhear a loud "conversation" that took place between a man and woman regarding how many turkeys they were going to fry this year and how much peanut oil they would need to purchase. <br />
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The man appeared frustrated and the woman appeared hurt. And I wanted to cry.<br />
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In the midst of the conversation, they were loading their buggy with a huge box of cookware.<br />
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Now I know absolutely nothing about this couple, but from exterior, I have to say that is going to be one miserable Thanksgiving Dinner if mindsets aren't changed. I found myself wondering if it is really worth it? No, I'm not talking about <i>not</i> having Thanksgiving Dinner, but is it really worth the chaos and the bickering over one meal, when in reality, it should be a day of peace and gratitude. A day to spend with friends and family, and to be thankful, not slaving over a hot stove and in the kitchen all morning. Shouldn't it be simpler? Don't get me wrong, I love to cook and prepare a meal at Thanksgiving and Christmas for several reasons. One is, the smell alone fills my heart and head with some of the most wonderful memories of my grandparents and the other . . . . . . I just love to cook, but have I missed it? Have I been too concerned about preparing the perfect meal that I've missed the point?<br />
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There are families all around us that rely of food pantries for their Thanksgiving Dinners, as well as those that go without, and yet this couple was arguing about how many turkey's to prepare. Oh my. I hope they see how truly blessed they are.<br />
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Please, during the next few weeks and even through Christmas, don't miss the opportunity to look beyond yourself. A life can be changed for all eternity.<br />
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If you are interested in serving or donating to the ministries that serve the less fortunate, there are several opportunities in the Pensacola area. I have posted a few links below.<br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/nothinglostoutreach" target="_blank">Nothing Lost Outreach</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.waterfrontmission.org/holiday-banquets" target="_blank">Waterfront Rescue Mission</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.mannafoodpantries.org/pantries.html" target="_blank">Manna Food Pantry</a><br />
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-73758571752950288132013-10-15T22:33:00.002-05:002013-10-15T22:33:32.192-05:00Dr. Pepper Tuition Give-A-Way<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In case you missed my <a href="http://treasuresfromlifesgarden.blogspot.com/2013/10/a-not-so-new-journey.html" target="_blank">last post</a>, I have returned to college. I won't get in to the details, but you are welcome to read it at the above link.<br />
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Tonight, I received an email from my school with a list of scholarships. I've applied for several, but this one is different.<br />
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Would you <span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>PLEASE</i></span><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">click on the below link and cast your vote. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I was only given 350 characters to share my story. That in itself was a miracle to accomplish! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Once you do that, would you please share it on your fb page for me? </span><br />
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The top 5 votes are eligible to receive a $10,000 scholarship. I am getting a late start as voting started on August 15th. It closes on December 13th. <br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>You can only vote once</b></span>. :(<br />
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Thank you in advance to all who vote!<br />
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<a href="http://www.drpeppertuition.com/profile" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Dr. Pepper Tuition Give-A-Way</span></a></div>
Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-79459308208959248792013-10-12T19:11:00.000-05:002013-10-12T19:11:10.244-05:00A "Not-So-New" Journey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The timing of <a href="http://worthydaughters.wordpress.com/2013/09/22/when-gods-path-is-a-u-turn/" target="_blank">this post</a> was impeccable. It's been twelve years since I was in this particular place, but I too, am in a U-Turn.<br />
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Christopher is now in therapy 10 hours a week and during the school year he is in PATS every Friday from 8 a.m. to 1:30 p.m.<br />
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That is more time alone than I have had in years.<br />
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With the transition of his schedule, I began praying, asking the Lord what he wanted me to do with this time of availability.<br />
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Selfishly, I wanted a part time job to help with our finances. The day to day struggles are more than I can process at times. I just had no peace about that decision.<br />
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So . . . . . I continued to pray. <br />
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Over and over "going back to school" came back to my mind.<br />
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Literally. OVER AND OVER AND OVER, to the point I thought I was going to be sick if I didn't at least make a call about my status at PSC.<br />
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(I previously attended is 2001, but dropped out when I was offered a full time job at my church with full medical and dental benefits. As a single mom, it was a chance of a lifetime, but it still had consequences. I left and was placed on financial aid warning.)<br />
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Nonetheless, I applied for a FAFSA grant. <br />
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Contacted the school to see what my standing was.<br />
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My heart sank when I was told I was in bad standing.<br />
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I met with a class adviser as well as with a financial adviser. <br />
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Wrote a letter of appeal.<br />
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And waited. <br />
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Strangely, the wait didn't take 10 to 14 business days as it usually takes. Within 48 hours I received word I could attend school THIS TERM for a trial basis, with limits being placed on the number of credits I could take.<br />
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Since the term had already started, I was advised to start October 15, the D session.<br />
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I registered with a dual degree status to receive an AA in Journalism and an AS in Photography.<br />
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What a combination, but I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that is what the Lord was directing me to do.<br />
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I love writing and photography brings such joy to my life. <br />
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After checking to see if any of the classes I took prior could be applied to either degree, we (Chris and I) had complete peace about me starting with the Photography AS degree.<br />
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Unfortunately, my financial adviser informed me, after the fact, the expenses that come along with that degree are very high.<br />
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I let fear lead the next decision and switched to the Journalism degree immediately.<br />
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But God had his way.<br />
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When I switched to Journalism, my appeal became null and void.<br />
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There are several hands involved in the process of registering for college. Sadly, none of them communicate with one another, making it very frustrating for the student.<br />
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Regardless, the degree was switched, again, back to photography. <br />
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Appeal left in place.<br />
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Everything went through with really very little effort. Doors that appeared to be shut were opened for me. I couldn't figure it out, and still am baffled by this experience.<br />
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My only hope . . . . . believing and knowing the Lord will provide for the expenses required above and beyond for the basic courses and books for Photography.<br />
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I have been hesitant in sharing this information publicly because there are so many critics, and the last thing I needed was more criticism.<br />
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I have spent most of my Christian walk giving and giving and giving to others. In the last year I have completely stopped serving. I have nothing left to give. Was I serving in my own strength? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe it's just been time to rest. What I do know is it is time to do for me to learn and go into the direction the Lord is leading.<br /><br />
What's so crazy . . . . .is if I completely bomb and fail. I'm OK with that (I don't think that will happen though.). <br />
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There is no doubt I am supposed to walk through these doors, so please . . .. please . . . . instead of asking, "How is she going to juggle this on top of everything else she has?" please pray and ask the Lord to guide my steps, to honor my heart, to bless my obedience, give me clarity and help with studying, directions on time management, for him to provide for the expenses involved, and peace of mind.<br />
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-43070977382745807042013-10-09T09:03:00.001-05:002013-10-09T12:13:14.592-05:00A Child's Bedtime Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Just about every night, I read a Bible Story to each child in their room at bedtime. This is a particularly special time for me because in the stress of the day, it gives me a few minutes of down time with each child, one on one to just be ourselves.<br />
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Several years ago, Christopher was given "God's Mighty Warrior" devotional Bible by Sheila Walsh. We have read through it multiple times over the years. I can't tell you how God has used these "child-like" stories to speak volumes to my heart.<br />
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The most recent happened just a few nights ago. It is a story about Moses and Joshua in Exodus 17: 9 - 14. Here it is, just as it was read to Christopher . . . . .<br />
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<i>Moses said to Joshua, "Choose some men and go and fight the Amalekites. Tomorrow I will stand on the top of the hill. I will hold the stick God gave me to carry."</i><br />
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<i><b>Joshua obeyed </b>Moses and went to fight the Amalekites. A<b>t the same time, Moses, Aaron and Hur went to the top of the hill.</b> <b>As long as Moses held his hands up, the Israelites would win the fight. But when Moses put his hands down, the Amalekites would win. Later, Moses' arms became tired. So the men put a large rock under Moses, and he sat on it. Then Aaron and Hur held up Moses' hands. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>Aaron was on the side of Moses, and Hur was on the other side. They held his hands up like this until the sun went down. So Joshua defeated the Amalekites in the battle.</b></i><br />
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<i>Then the Lord said to Moses, "Write about this battle in the book so people will remember. And be sure to tell Joshua. Tell him because I will completely destroy the Amalekites from the earth."</i><br />
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Now, let me say this, I had to read this story twice cause I didn't get it. God did not bless me with the gift of comprehension. I was getting tangled up in what the friends had to do with the battle. I didn't get it. I have to work very hard to study and understand. Part of that is because I try to make things applicable to my life and that means it has to be simple! (Which is another reason I love reading these stories to the kids.) <br />
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. . . . . but . . . . . as I was reading through it the second time. <br />
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I got it!<br />
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I re-read the most important parts (what I bolded) to Christopher, raised my hands and said, "Christopher, do you see this?! Moses couldn't fight the battle on his own so God supplied two "helpers" (friends) to hold him up through the battle! When Mose's arms would get tired, they held them!"<br />
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I had a few moments of excitement to see how God used a child's story book to open my eyes.<br />
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Then, the very next day, a friend sent me this picture on fb.<br />
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The rooster is protected by his buddies. His support system. His encouragers. His entourage. <br />
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I often isolate during tough times. These last few months have been bad for me, but there have been a few to reach out, to encourage, to love on me.<br />
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They are my "Aaron and Hur." <br />
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I wouldn't have survived without them.<br />
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Thank you.</div>
Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-64198979114187085112013-10-04T20:08:00.000-05:002013-10-05T10:56:02.301-05:00Busy Woman Planner<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On March 8, 2009, I wrote <a href="http://treasuresfromlifesgarden.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-woman-plannerpurse.html" target="_blank">this post</a> about the "busy woman purse planner" that I had purchased. I do not know why many of my pictures are no longer visible on my blog, but that's not the point here.<br />
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The one item that has been searched the most and brought more viewers to my blog is this: <i>"busy woman purse planner."</i><br />
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I used my bag until it fell apart.<br />
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While they are no longer available, I was recently contacted by "The Busy Woman" and was sent an enormous file of forms to try out.<br />
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Can I tell you, I love them!<br />
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I had a little bit of difficulty getting them to view on my ancient computer, so my husband downloaded them on a jump drive and I took my handy dandy coupon for 25% off printing to Office Depot and got the job done!<br />
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I did not print everything, but picked and chose what I liked, according to my lifestyle and schedules.<br />
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For less than $6 I printed 90 days of daily calendar pages (I will print more, but was watching my expenses to see what I needed), the address & phone number pages, important dates pages (2), devotional pages, budget pages, medical pages (for each of us), and menu pages (which I forgot to take pictures of, but I have a menu page that I now carry with me in my coupon book. That helps me to glance through my menus, double check weekly adds and have my coupons . . . . all in one binder, which I got on clearance for .88 at Walmart).<br />
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There were other different forms with different layouts, but again, I chose what worked for me. <br />
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I have enjoyed having everything in one place and in order (at least in that area of my life! lol)<br />
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Here are a few pics. Please understand, I put very little in this. I had colored tabbed dividers already, so did not have to purchase that. I did purchase and additional 4 packets of white dividers for .89 (each packet) to divide the months. The soft binder was on clearance for .88. I did purchase a 5 pack of pocket binders so I would have pockets to put lose pieces of paper in. It was $2.47, and that is it. I like that all the variety of forms to choose from. I like that I have a personalized planner that cost less than $10 (for what I chose to use) but I still need to add the remainder of the 2014 year . . . . I like that if I had chosen, I could have filled all the information in on my computer and then printed it, and of course, the cost . . . . to get what I have would have cost much more in the stores.<br />
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I hope you will check out her <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheBusyWoman" target="_blank">facebook page</a> and her <a href="http://www.thebusywoman.com/" target="_blank">web site</a>. On her web site you will see the many, many forms available. You can also choose the size pages to have printed. I chose the standard notebook size.<br />
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I did have all these in the upright position, but for some reason, they are now sideways and probably upside down. I've tried correcting it and it just isn't working, but you get the point :)<br />
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Kaitlyn snapped pictures of the sun-setting Saturday evening as we drove across Pensacola's three mile bridge to go to her first sleep study.<br />
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Creation. It is still stunning.<br />
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On the way out, two songs came on the radio. The same two songs came on the radio last Sunday morning as I drove to church. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z29olPjFbqg" target="_blank">Mandisa's "Overcomer"</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OICArFHAa9c" target="_blank">Philip's Craig & Dean's "You are God Alone."</a> I chuckled at how "convenient" that was, knowing the words of the songs penetrated deeper than I wanted to admit. <br />
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I am so thankful He still loves me enough, through my stubbornness, to use music to woo and love on me. <br />
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Baby girl did great with the wires. She had a few moments of anxiousness, but did very well.<br />
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Our wake up call came right at 5 a.m. Ugh. What a night for momma!<br />
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As we were leaving, the thought came to mind that Kaitlyn has never seen a sunrise and since no one in their RIGHT mind would ever be up at that hour . . . . why not seize the opportunity to make a memory.<br />
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McD's was open so I got a Pumpkin Latte' for me and a biscuit for Kaitlyn and we drove to the beach. I must say, I tried Starbucks Pumpkin Latte' a while back . . . .it was burnt. Very disappointed. McD's was better and I got a large for less than what a small one was at Starbucks.<br />
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We stepped onto the neatly cleaned sand. I hated to mess up the prettiness . . . . kind of like walking across vacuum cleaner marks on a freshly cleaned carpet!<br />
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My heart broke at the amount of trash people left behind last night. Much of it being washed out to sea.<br />
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Once the sun started peaking, we grabbed as much as we could and tossed it on shore so the machine could get it all.<br />
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People, when you visit a beach, or a state park, or are even walking from your car to a building or whatever . . . . take your trash with you! <br />
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Driving over the three mile bridge back home, the sun was just rising. It was remarkable. I pulled over and soon as I could. While these don't do it justice, it sure was a beautiful morning for a first sunrise for my baby girl.<br />
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As I was uploading pictures this morning, the song <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXDGE_lRI0E" target="_blank">10,000 Reasons</a> came to mind . <i>. . . "the sun comes up, it's a new day dawning . . . . . whatever may pass and whatever lies before me, let me be singing when the evening comes."</i><br />
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Worship: to regard with great or extravagant respect, honor, or devotion. <br />
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-64665044056953657002013-09-25T23:19:00.001-05:002013-09-25T23:45:41.686-05:00Little Eyes and Mouths . . . . .<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am not sure where this post is going, or where it will lead, but I have this burning desire to write so here goes . . . .<br />
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My heart is broken because I have lead my youngest daughter the wrong way.<br />
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My son too.<br />
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My walk with the Lord has been like a weeble wabble the last three years. Trying to cling on to a faith that was once so strong and invincible, but not willing to do anything to keep it that way. <br />
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Sure, I've had hot moments of worship and mountain top experiences, but the majority of the last three years have been deep in the valley.<br />
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I can only blame myself. I have allowed bitterness, anger, and hurt to root deep in my heart. Even my oldest daughter sees the hardened heart and has been quite vocal on calling me out (she gets her boldness from someone, but I can't quite figure out who! lol).<br />
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My tongue has become rather flippant with two phrases the last six months. "What the h**!" and "Well that just p***** me off!" fly out regularly now. At first it bothered me, but the more I said it, the less I cared.<br />
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A few weeks ago during one of Christopher's melt downs, I was thrown for a loop when the words, "It p***** me off when you don't listen to me!" came flying out of his mouth. The melt down stopped as I sat on the floor and cried with him, asking him to forgive me and vowing to not use that word or phrase again.<br />
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Then tonight, my precious Kaitlyn . . . . .tears fills my eyes as I think on her words. . . . . We were laughing in the car when the radio blares so loud we both screamed in horror and laughter. Amongst the laughter came rollings the words, "What the hell made that happen?!"<br />
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Once again, I found myself having to apologize to another child for leading them down the wrong path, for not setting the example of who I am (supposed to be) in Christ.<br />
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I've recently attempted to evaluate my choices over the last few months.<br />
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I've seen the Lord's hand in my life time and time again. Even with me rejecting Him these several months; He has continued to speak to me and guide me.<br />
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Several nights ago, I laid in the bed and cried. There was no long prayer. No explanation or excuse, just, "I can't do this."<br />
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I was raised to "suck it up and do what you gotta do." "Pull up your boot straps . . . ." "Take the bull by the horns . . . . "<br />
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I've done that my entire life. Before Christ, and with Christ.<br />
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It ain't workin' though. I'm tired. Dog tired.<br />
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I'm wondering, is that what our walk with the Lord is supposed to be? It seems to me, (and I might be way off base here . . . ) but if that is what I'm doing, then I am depending on me and not on the Lord. I'm not saying one shouldn't ever do, heavens no, but how much of life have I spent trying to do this on my own . . . . "you know, sucking it up and doing what I have to do??"<br />
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How does a person really and truly release self will and personal agenda to rely on God?<br />
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I don't have that answer. <br />
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Right now, I'm not even searching for that answer.<br />
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But . . . . . . .<br />
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I do know my heart is hurting.<br />
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I do know I miss my Jesus.<br />
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I do know I love Him.<br />
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I do know I am struggling with trusting Him.<br />
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I do know I am angry.<br />
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I do know I am jealous.<br />
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I do know I am disappointed.<br />
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But . . . . .<br />
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I also know, when tragedy comes to others, He's the first person I run to on their behalf.<br />
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I do know . . . . I want better than "where I am now." <br />
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I do know I miss my deep rooted faith that at one time would not be shaken.<br />
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I do know that means opening my Bible even when I don't want to.<br />
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I do know that means discipline.<br />
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I do know that means forgiving others and myself.<br />
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I do know that means trusting Him despite my current circumstances.<br />
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I do know I can't live this thing called life without Him.<br />
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I do know I am more miserable without communion with Him than I am in my current circumstances . . . .<br />
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so I guess that's where I need to start.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QASREBVDsLk" target="_blank">Slow Fade by Casting Crowns</a> came to my mind while jotting these words down tonight. The last few lines of the song . . . . "Be careful little eyes what you see . . . . . . " are sang in a child's voice. I've always said, "If it's not good enough for a child to see or say, then it's not good enough for me." <br />
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"Oh Lord, heal my wounded, angry heart. Set me free. Amen."<br />
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-39673739906595671902013-09-06T10:24:00.001-05:002013-09-06T10:24:50.362-05:00A Child's Persistence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18.88888931274414px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">For two years, Kaitlyn has asked me to let her join the running club at her school.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18.88888931274414px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">I ignored her request for those two years until it was too late for her to join. I had no desire to run and sure didn't want her doing it because it would make ME have to be accountable. . . . . . . UGH.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18.88888931274414px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">Well. this year . . . . . yesterday in fact, she brought home a piece of paper and said, "I'm doing this. PLEEEAAASSSEEE!"</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18.88888931274414px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">The requirements are simple. Practice every Thursday. But they must enter a be able to run 3.1 miles before the end of the year. A real race. Oh. My. Word.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18.88888931274414px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">I have pinched nerves, shinsplints, degenerative discs, and ow I have to help my daughter train to run. She demanded I wake her at 5 a.m. TODAY to start training. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.88888931274414px; white-space: pre-wrap;">As a high schooler I was very active in sports, loved them. As a young adult, enjoyed my early morning runs daily. I loved running. Took little or no effort, but obesity and car accidents have taken its toll on this body of mine. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18.875px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nonetheless, my husband set the alarm for 5 a.m. today. I vividly remember only one thing. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18.875px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Rolling over. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18.875px; white-space: pre-wrap;">BUT very soon . . . . and way to soon, that pesky alarm went back off. Failing myself is one thing, but failing my daughter in something that is obviously important to her is not an option so I did what I said I would do.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18.875px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kaitlyn was slow to wake as well; until I told her she had to start running today or I was going back to bed. She immediately jumped up and said, "OH Yeah! I forgot!" (She wanted to sleep in her running clothes so she wouldn't have to get dressed that early.)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18.875px; white-space: pre-wrap;">We took a friends guidance. Stretched, walked and trotted in 30 second increments this morning. Can I just say my fat jello legs are KILLING ME! Do I have to walk around today? Can I just sit and take a nap? Oh my word! </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18.875px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kaitlyn asked me if we could get up that early tomorrow (Saturday). I told her absolutely not, but that we would continue our "training" tomorrow, just at a better hour :) 5 a.m. definitely came too early for this momma!</span></span><br />
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-35749114386245192232013-07-31T08:58:00.001-05:002013-07-31T08:58:23.792-05:00New Widget<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Monday the kids and I came home to find we had forgotten to crate our dogs. Pack mentality took over when they escaped, killing one of our cats and badly injuring another.<br />
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I've added a fundraiser widget to the left side of this page. Please help share this so Shelby can receive the treatment she needs. <br />
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Thank you.<br />
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<a href="https://www.youcaring.com/helpshelby" target="_blank">https://www.youcaring.com/helpshelby</a></div>
Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-75265924553545109082013-07-28T10:25:00.001-05:002013-07-28T10:25:54.575-05:00Remembering With A Thankful Heart<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As I searched for this picture, I cried. This day, on separate years, I lost two very important people in my life. Even now, the reason for the emotion behind it has been a secret. When I first stopped drinking, and a few months later, came to know to Lord as my Savior, it became my hearts desire for my grandparents to see a change in my life. I had stolen and manipulated them for years. Oh how I loved them, but I was hurting and selfish during those horrible years. In my spirit, I began asking the Lord to give me two years of sobriety and changed life. I begged Him to not take my grandparents before I celebrated those two years sobriety for no reason other that they could see a changed, repentant heart. In the year 2000, on July 7th, I celebrated two years of sobriety. On July 28th, the Lord took my Granny home. I am often torn between thankfulness that God granted me my heart's desire and guilt that I cut her life short by not asking for more years. <br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb8PBQvuB6w/UfU3SbTaWqI/AAAAAAAAEVc/BCBBuZnwgZI/s1600/one+of+my+favs.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb8PBQvuB6w/UfU3SbTaWqI/AAAAAAAAEVc/BCBBuZnwgZI/s320/one+of+my+favs.JPG" width="215" /></a>The other person our family lost on this day, my Pappow. The Lord took him home on this day, 2010. It was my Pappow's words to me that one day cut me so deep that promoted the desire to change. I had been evicted because I used my rent money to drink. The same money he and Mammow had sent for the rent. I arrived in Pensacola from Beaufort with nothing but a dog (yes, once an animal lover, always an animal lover) and black bags of clothes. Kayla had been visiting my Mammow and Pappow for the summer when the conviction came so instead of taking her back to Beaufort, they brought her to Pensacola. My grandfather looked at me, looked at my pack of cigarettes on the table setting on the porch, and with disappointment and probably disgust, told me, "you are pathetic and will never amount to anything." He then walked away. My heart was broken. The man I idolized was disappointed in me. I pray I will never forget that moment. It was then I quit the cycle of lies. I had lied so much I didn't even know the truth. While I am not financially successful as I yearn to be, my Pappow died knowing I adored him, and I know he adored me. <br />
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I miss them both every day. </div>
Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-13901521374419139672013-04-16T18:24:00.001-05:002013-04-16T18:24:22.124-05:00Weighted Blanket Give-A-Way<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As many of you know, my children both have sensory issues. I found this website today and they are giving away a weighted blanket, valued at $200!<br />
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If you, or anyone you know, has a child with sensory issues, take a few minutes and enter this give-a-way for them. I know they would be so thankful!<br />
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<a href="http://www.theimum.com/2013/04/dreamcatcher-weighted-blankets-review-giveaway-for-autism-awareness-2013/" target="_blank">Weighted Blanket Give-A-Way</a><br />
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I have had several people ask me about pictures of my pallet chicken coop. I have intentionally not posted them because . . . . . well, as the pictures will show, it leaves little to be desired; BUT, it serves the purpose! <br />
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The roof is not complete and I continue to pray nightly for the safety of those hens! A friend from our church has some metal sheeting that we can have; we just haven't been able to arrange getting it with Chris' school/work schedule; HOWEVER, with spring break this week, I am hoping to get that taken care of! There is a huge gap all the way around for predators to easily enter in, so when that is finished, I will update with another picture. <br />
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The coop cost less than $30 to build and that was for screws. I had to use screws with the drill because when I tried hammering, it killing my shoulder, or it would have cost less. My mother purchased the mesh, so if we had to carry that cost, the total would have been $50.<br />
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I DID NOT try and level this thing. I eye-balled it. I did that because with pallets and not have any electrical saws, I would have stressed myself out trying to make it "perfect," so I set the standards from the beginning that this was to keep the hens warm and dry from bad weather. Nothing else mattered. OK. OK.<br />
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I originally wanted to have an enclosed run as well, but changed that to keep cost down. They free range throughout the day and return to their spot nightly.<br />
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Inside. It's funny how God provided. The beam in the middle standing up, was buried on the side of the yard. We needed a central support for a roof. There ya go!</div>
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The nesting box, is an old toy box of mine from 1976! Removed the front two panels and turned them vertical, giving them an entry. The hens slept in it until they learned to roost! The ladder was made out of pallets as well.</div>
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This is the back of the coop. </div>
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This is the window in the back of the coop. It is not screened it yet, but will be for summer time breeze.</div>
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All the research I did said most chicken coops (especially in the south with the heat) are not ventilated enough. One site said, "take whatever you think is enough, and double it and even that might not be enough." Soooo, I left the entire top left of the coop open (facing my neighbor's garage . . . hehehehehe) and put up mesh. I was storing the feed inside, but quickly moved everything out after cleaning poop off the lids! Ick! lol</div>
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This is the side view. I use a pallet to keep the food bins off the ground to keep moisture under control and another pallet I use to contain the tools I use for the hay and cleaning. In other places, instead of filling in the spaces that didn't line up plum or where pallets were split or broken, I left them open and put mesh up. As mild as our winters are, I was more concerned about them having fresh air than I was being warm. </div>
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So, there ya have it. Not finished, but getting there and serving the purpose! This coop can easily hold 12 hens, so that is a good thing ;)</div>
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-77912084679834376052013-03-03T14:14:00.000-06:002013-03-03T14:14:52.529-06:00Young Living Essential Oil Give-A-Way<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Essential Oils have been wonderful for me and my family. I look forward to the day when I can rely on using <a href="https://www.youngliving.org/slpaden" target="_blank">Young Living Essential Oils</a> for complete wellness in my home.<br />
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The oils are not only used on the people in our home, but also our animals. I have used <a href="http://www.youngliving.com/thieves-essential-oil/Thieves-Oil" target="_blank">Thieves</a>, <a href="http://www.youngliving.us/pdfs/PIP_Peace_Calming.pdf" target="_blank">Peace & Calming</a>, <a href="http://www.youngliving.com/essential-oil-blends/Purification" target="_blank">Purification</a>, <a href="http://www.youngliving.com/essential-oils/Peppermint" target="_blank">Peppermint</a>, and <a href="http://www.youngliving.com/essential-oils/Lemongrass" target="_blank">Lemongrass</a> (just to name a few) on the dogs we foster.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youngliving.com/en_US/Images/products/3575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.youngliving.com/en_US/Images/products/3575.jpg" width="96" /></a>Because I know they work, I would like to give away one 5ml bottle of <a href="http://www.youngliving.com/essential-oils/Lavender" target="_blank">YL Essential Oil Lavender</a> and one 5ml bottle of <a href="http://www.youngliving.com/essential-oils/Lemon" target="_blank">Lemon</a>. <br />
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To enter in the give-a-way, please leave a comment with your name and either your email address or phone number, as well as which oil you would like to be entered in; either Lavender, or Lemon. If it doesn't matter, type in the word, "both." <br />
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<b><u><i>The deadline to enter is Wednesday, March 6th at 3:00 p.m. </i></u></b><br />
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<b><u>DO NOT POST A COMMENT ON FACEBOOK.</u></b> Because of privacy settings, I can not see all comments when a post is shared. By posting a comment on this blog post, it ensures I see every entry and no one is missed.<br />
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I have added links to both oils so you can research the benefits of each oil.<br />
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The purpose of this give-a-way is to bless someone and encourage those that are skeptical to give it a try. <br />
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The scriptures are full of example of anointing with oil. I've listed just a few below.<br />
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James 5:14, "Is anyone among you sick? Let them call the elders of the church to pray over them and anoint them with oil in the name of the Lord."<br />
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Mark 6:13, "They drove out demons and anointed many sick people with oil and healed them."<br />
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Psalm 23:5, "You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows."<br />
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Good luck and PLEASE feel free to share this post! <br />
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Thanks for stopping by today.<br />
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-2154858492743079862013-02-24T16:10:00.000-06:002013-02-24T16:10:32.538-06:00Waiting . . . . It's A Good Thing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
God has been speaking to my heart within the last six weeks (in response of a prayer), "Wait. Your prayers have been answered, but they have been delayed." <br />
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This confused me. I had never heard of such, but, at the time it didn't confuse me enough to search for answers.<br />
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I quickly forgot about it until last week, out of the blue, I was taking a friend to do some errands and she mentioned how God sent an angel to Daniel to tell him God has heard and answered his prayers, but that 'he' had been "detained by powers of darkness" (as one commentary put it). <br />
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I couldn't believe it! I did a double take and tried sputtering out, "What? What? What? I've never heard of that you gotta repeat and say it slower!" lol <br />
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She was talking about the very thing God had already put on my heart weeks prior! <br />
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It is amazing how the Lord always gives a scripture when He is confirming movement. This time, it is out of Daniel 9 and 10.<br />
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This morning, Christopher wanted to watch FireProof. While watching, the song, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3b2jw1rjBc" target="_blank">"While I'm Waiting"</a> was playing.<br />
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Once again, reminding me that my prayers have already been heard and answered, but they have been delayed. <br />
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Kind of gives me the umph needed to "get through," knowing those prayers are important enough that satan thinks he needs to delay them.<br />
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Waiting is hard. It is painful. It can be discouraging. And quite frankly, I have no clue which prayer the Lord is referring to, but it doesn't matter.<br />
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He's got my back, and I'm thankful for that!<br />
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-25419885554283688132013-02-20T22:06:00.000-06:002013-02-20T22:06:39.063-06:00Those Darn Impurities!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Throughout the day today, <a href="http://treasuresfromlifesgarden.blogspot.com/2009/10/impurities-gotta-love-em.html" target="_blank">this blog post</a> has come to mind. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It is from 2009. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I can rarely remember what I did yesterday, moreless four years ago, but as I read, I remembered. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The reason this particular post has penetrated my heart, is because today, four years after having surgery to remove two molars, bone fragments starting piercing through the gum line. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This happened for several months following the surgery, and I was told to expect it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The process is painful. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It stinks from infection. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But it is necessary. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Boy was I thankful when the fragments came out!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then it dawned on me, isn't that how it is in the Christ-centered life? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes it is painful. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes it down right stinks. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But, (and I love the word but), it is necessary to turn me into the person Lord wants me to be . . . . for His glory. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And yes, there is a new thankfulness once we've walked through the pruning process!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am not sure what you are carrying tonight, or what impurities the Lord is trying to work on, but just as He reminded me this evening, it is for the good of the Kingdom. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Another thought, just because "we" think the Lord has finished working in a particular area, doesn't mean "He" is. </span><br />
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<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And he shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver: and he shall purify the sons of Levi, </i><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and purge them as gold and silver, that they may offer unto the LORD an offering in righteousness. </i><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Malachi 3:3</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white;">While reading Malachi chapter 3, a group of women in a Bible study came upon a remarkable expression in the third verse: "And He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver."<span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white;">One woman spoke up and said the verse was intended to convey the sanctifying influence of the grace of God. Then she said she would visit a silversmith and report to the other women what he said on the subject.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white;">She went accordingly and, without telling the object of her errand, begged to know the process of refining silver, which the smith described to her.<span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white;">"But, sir," she said, "do you sit while the work of refining is going on?"</span><span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white;">"Oh, yes, ma'am," replied the silversmith. "I must sit with my eye steadily fixed on the furnace, for if the time necessary for refining is exceeded in the slightest degree, the silver will be injured."<span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white;">The woman at once saw the beauty and comfort of the expression, "He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver."<span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white;">God sees it needful to put His children into a furnace: His eye is steadily intent on the work of purifying, and His wisdom and love are both engaged in the best manner for them. Their trials do not come at random: "the very hairs of your head are all numbered."<span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white;">As the woman was leaving the shop, the silversmith called her back and said he had forgotten to mention that the only way to know when the purifying process is complete is <b><i>. . .</i></b><span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; text-align: -webkit-center;"><b><i style="background-color: white;"> . . .<span style="font-size: large;">when he can see his own image reflected in the silver.</span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He will see us through.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He is making us more into His image.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And I like that.</span></i><br />
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-5801881517024752062013-02-05T09:29:00.003-06:002013-02-05T09:29:47.065-06:00The Never-Ending Bottle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You know the story in the Bible where Jesus fed 5,000? In case you don't, here it is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Matthew 14:13-18 (NIV)</span><br />
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<a href="http://davidbattricksermons.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/feeding5000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://davidbattricksermons.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/feeding5000.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text Matt-14-13">When Jesus heard what had happened (John the Baptist was beheaded), he withdrew by boat privately to a solitary place. Hearing of this, the crowds followed him on foot from the towns.</span> <span class="text Matt-14-14" id="en-NIV-23612"><sup class="versenum" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;"> </sup>When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them<sup class="crossreference" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-23612M" title="See cross-reference M">M</a>)"></sup> and healed their sick. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As evening approached, the disciples came to him and said, “This is a remote place, and it’s already getting late. Send the crowds away, so they can go to the villages and buy themselves some food.” </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jesus replied,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="woj" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“They do not need to go away. You give them something to eat.” </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“We have here only five loaves</span><sup class="crossreference" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-23615O" title="See cross-reference O">O</a>)"></sup><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">of bread and two fish,” they answered. </span><span class="text Matt-14-18" id="en-NIV-23616" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="woj">“Bring them here to me,”</span> he said.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="text Matt-14-19" id="en-NIV-23617" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><sup class="versenum" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;"> </sup>And he directed the people to sit down on the grass. Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke the loaves.<sup class="crossreference" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-23617P" title="See cross-reference P">P</a>)"></sup> Then he gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the people.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="text Matt-14-20" id="en-NIV-23618" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><sup class="versenum" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;"> </sup>They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="text Matt-14-21" id="en-NIV-23619" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><sup class="versenum" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;"> </sup>The number of those who ate was about five thousand men, besides women and children.</span></div>
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<span class="text Matt-14-21" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My favorite part of this story is not about the actual feeding; (which by the way is MUCH more than 5,000. The actual counted were the men, not the women and children), but that <i><b>ALL</b></i> ate. <i><b>ALL</b></i> were satisfied. <i><b>AND</b></i> there were <b>TWELVE</b> basket<i><b>FULS</b></i> of food <b><i>left over</i></b>!</span></div>
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<span class="text Matt-14-21" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For days now I have reflected on this miracle that was given to us through scripture.</span></div>
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<span class="text Matt-14-21" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The reason.</span></div>
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<span class="text Matt-14-21" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The never ending shampoo bottle that is in my shower.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Just over three months ago, I bought a larger bottle of shampoo with a pump because it was on sale and cheaper to buy that vs however many bottles of .99 shampoo would have cost to equal the same amount.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wash my hair just about every day, but lets say 5 days a week out of 7, just to be fair. When I wash my hair, it is washed twice. My daughter washes her hair 3 to 5 days a week and my son, 2 to 4, pending if he played in the mud or not. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That is approximately (and on the low side) 204 hair washes in just over three months. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This might seem like nothing to you; but it is huge for me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">God is meeting the needs of our family by stretching out what we already have.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I believe there are instances like these all around me (and you) where God is providing and meeting our day to day needs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope He reveals your blessings of provisions to you this day!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Stacey </span></div>
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-79593719388250973762013-01-14T12:56:00.001-06:002013-01-14T12:57:42.385-06:00Putting God To The Test! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I just need to praise God for His provisions. <br />
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For MANY months last year our tithing was sporadic and many times I just ignored the call of God to give. <br />
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In October the Lord basically whooped my hind end. <br />
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My prayer began that He would quicken me in my tithing and that it would be the first check written and that we would not spend a dime out of Chris' paycheck until the tithe check was written. God has honored. After tithing and paying our insurance for our home out of this last paycheck (which had only a few days of pay due to the holiday's), we had enough money to put $10 worth of gas in the car.<br />
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The need list was large before the next pay check, and many more bills due.<br />
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So, I trusted and put God to the test!<br />
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Malachi 3:10 says, "Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be in my house. 'Test me in this,' says the Lord Almight, 'and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and poor out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it."<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b>Hmph. Just wait. Keep reading.</b></span><br />
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Saturday, a sweet friend came to watch Christopher play basketball. On the way out, she said she had some stuff for us. <br />
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She and I had talked about making some home made cleaners, but in my schedule never followed through with it. <br />
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She had a box full of cleaners for me. <br />
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In that box were several rolls of paper towels, toilet paper, razor, and deodorant. <br />
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We had been out of paper towels for 3 days and were down to just 5 rolls of toilet paper.<br />
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Every time I would put a new roll of t.p. out, I prayed, "God, you know our needs." <br />
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Recently my water bill was due to be disconnected. <br />
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For three weeks I tried getting through to local agencies to help with the water bill. When I was able to get through, I was told "We are out of funds. Please call back after Christmas or in January."<br />
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After trying all last week to get through, I contacted ECUA and explained to them that my husband didn't work for one week in November due to Thanksgiving and for nearly three weeks in December/January because of Christmas and New Year's holiday's as the library was closed throughout the holiday's. The disconnect notice was due for the 7th of January. The furthest they could extend the disconnect was the 14th (today) and then there would be the disconnect amount, past due amount, and a current amount that would then be due by the end of January.<br />
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On Thursday, after calling for all those weeks, at 10:06 a.m., I got through. I gave the lady on the other end the past due amount. She asked for the total amount due. I told her I didn't know, but reiterated what the disconnect amount was. She in turn contacted ECUA (while I was on the other line). She informed me the total amount due was $119.21 (again, that is three months worth) and that they would be paying the entire amount. <br />
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I couldn't believe what I was hearing. <br />
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She then stated I would have to bring in the bill with that amount. I told her, again,"I don't have that bill, but only have the disconnect bill showing the $36 and some change."<br />
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Anybody want to guess what came in Friday's mail?<br />
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You got it.<br />
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A current ECUA bill showing $119.21 due.<br />
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Even as I type, I can't help but smile.<br />
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Do you see the timing of it all?<br />
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IF I had been able to get help prior to Christmas, or even before this past Thursday the 10th, only the past due would have been paid. There would have not been three bills due to be paid. I would still be taking the burden of two other bills before the Father. <br />
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But that's not all.<br />
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Today, after being home for just about 15 minutes, I had an unexpected visitor. I was blessed with several pair of shoes, socks, a night gown and robe (which I only have 1 pair of p.j.'s and a gown and it is slap worn thin!) a book and a gift of $40 cash. They said, "the Lord put it on our hearts."<br />
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I have goosebumps just thinking about it. It is hard to reflect because the emotion of gratitude, of "awesome wonder" of non-deserving, of thankfulness . . . . not only to The Father for putting our needs . . . . . . MY needs and desires, on someone else's heart, but for the friends that were obedient to what the Lord had put on their heart.<br />
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They were right on and heard correctly.<br />
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Some criticize me for sharing too much. I was hesitant to share the details of the Lord's provisions because of that, but I must ask that you know my heart. My desire is to encourage someone out there that is struggling. That doesn't know where there next meal is coming from, or has multiple disconnect notices, or doesn't know how they are going to put gas in the car or might not have bus fare and needs to get to work. <br />
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Luke 16:10 tells us that whoever can be trusted with little, will be trusted with much AND that whoever is dishonest with little, will also be dishonest with much.<br />
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The Bible also tells us in Matthew 6:33, "IF we seek FIRST the Kindgdom of God and His righteousness, all these things <i>(Matthew 6:25 - 32 28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them." )</i> will be given (supplied) to you as well."<br />
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In January of 2012, I sat at my kitchen table and cried. I was fearful of the coming year. I had no idea how we would get through it. I just knew we were going to lose our house and we would be homeless.<br />
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In 2012, we lived on less than $5,000. <br />
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Yes. I had to get help with bills from agencies. <br />
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Yes. I was embarrassed and ashamed.<br />
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Yes. I cried.<br />
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Yes. I got angry.<br />
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Yes. God used anonymous people to bless and provide.<br />
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Yes. He saw us through.<br />
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Yes. God used friends to help repair our car for less than mechanics have to charge (and we have a great one by the way!)<br />
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<b>Yes! God reminded me there are a lot of people a lot worse off than we are and that I had no right be angry.</b> <br />
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I also realized I was too concerned about what other people thought of me.<br />
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I must do and know that I and only I am accountable unto God for what I do. <br />
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If I can lay my head down at night and know I have been obedient with what I have. That I do what God has told me to do; that I am helping others that are worse off than me. That I continue to be a voice for my son. That I give God the glory in His provisions, then what others think of me just somehow doesn't measure up, does it?<br />
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To come to that realization, my friend, is called being free!<br />
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John 8:36, "So, if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed."</div>
Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-25149543947985459752013-01-13T15:55:00.000-06:002013-01-13T15:55:34.181-06:00In My Place<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am ashamed to admit that today was the first time in five
months that I went to Sunday School. </div>
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I know.</div>
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I would attend service, but quickly get back home. I don't know if I was trying to avoid the
personal one on one of Sunday School, or if I was just tired from the chaos of
the previous week and getting there at 9:00 was just too much for me. Maybe it was because I had become lazy in my
Bible reading and when I did, journaling was out the window. </div>
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I don't know the answer, but I imagine it was probably a
combination of all the above. After all,
if a person's time with the Lord isn't right, there is no way they can go sit
in a room of people in a one on one atmosphere and not have conviction.</div>
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Or maybe I am the only one that has ever experienced
that?</div>
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Somehow, however; I find that hard to believe.</div>
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BUT, What I do know is that the Lord spoke to my heart on
December 28th and told me to look for Him more throughout the year in
2013. I can’t do that if my soul isn’t
being fed and I am not where I can be held accountable.</div>
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2013 began a new change at our church. Our service time is now 9:00 and our Sunday
School time to 10:30. </div>
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Honestly. The thought
of it made my skin crawl. I was ready to
look for a new church; after all, I couldn't get to Sunday School on time and
when I was going to worship only at 10:30, I couldn't even get THERE on
time. How in the WORLD was I going to
get to worship at 9?! </div>
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I was dreading it. </div>
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Today was my family's first experience with the change as we
missed last Sunday.</div>
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I was not sure if we would stay for Sunday School or
not. I just didn't want to go.</div>
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But we did.</div>
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Can I tell you something?
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I loved it!</div>
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I didn't realize how much I had missed being in my place
until I went back!</div>
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Not only was I so at peace to be "back in the saddle
again," but the Lord has been speaking to my heart about an accountability
partner for my quiet time/prayer life/journaling. </div>
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How else can he confirm and work in that area
of my life if I am not where I need to be?</div>
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I am so thankful for grace.
I am so thankful that when the Lord prods, <i>and I do</i>, that He confirms with amazing peace.</div>
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He will do the same for you my friend.</div>
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Find where the Lord wants you. </div>
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Have the courage to walk through the
door. </div>
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He will bless you with abundant
peace.</div>
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-16058851651724881712013-01-01T10:46:00.000-06:002013-01-01T10:46:13.126-06:00When God Speaks, I Break Tradition . . . . <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I quit making New Year's Revolutions many years ago. Seemed I never took it seriously and never accomplished anything I set out to do. BUT, several years ago, the Lord starting revealing something new to me the month of my birthday . . . . . something for me to do for/during the coming "birthday" year. <br />
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I can't remember what it was when I turned 39, but, when I turned 40, the Lord told me to glorify Him in all things. That became my goal; to make sure God would receive the glory in all things in my life. That meant exposing some truths I wouldn't normally expose, but God guided the words and gave ample opportunity for Him to be glorified.<br />
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This past year, the Lord spoke to me about purifying my life; cleaning out the closets . . . . literally and figuratively. Cleaning house and being "ready." He then gave me the scripture to back what He was telling me. Oh it wasn't a pleasant one, but needed. I am thankful for a year in which to work on this task, as it is a tough one for me; but He will see me through.<br />
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But then, something strange happened just a few days ago. On December 28, 2012, the Lord woke me at 4:45 a.m. and spoke two commands into my soul. I immediately knew it was Him.<br />
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1. Hold your husband's hand more.<br />
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2. Seek me in everything.<br />
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"But Lord, I don't make New Year's Resolutions!" I thought.<br />
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"This is not a resolution, it is a goal. A command." said the Lord.<br />
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I chuckled at the first one, but I knew my Lord had been preparing me to love my husband better; to be a better wife. I know "holding your husband's hand more" might seem silly to some, but for me, it takes a constant effort. Touch is not my love language, so I often forget that it is the one love language my husband needs.<br />
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In regards to the latter of the two, this morning, while flipping to Psalms, the Lord stopped me at Psalm 105. I was looking for a Psalm or Proverb that hadn't been marked up . . . . . .looking for something "new." While Psalm 105 is marked in, He did show me something "new," and He confirmed what He spoke into my soul just a few days ago..<br />
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Psalm 105: 1-5, "1 Give thanks to the Lord, call on His name; proclaim His deeds among the peoples. 2 Sing to Him, sing praise to Him; tell about all His wonderful works! 3 Honor His holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice. 4 <b><i>Search for the Lord and for His strength; seek His face always.</i> </b>5 Remember the wonderful works He has done."<br />
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In my Bible, next to verse 4, the words <b><i>"in all things"</i></b> are written.<br />
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How can I not smile at that? <br />
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Happy New Year to all reading this. May God bless you, teach you, and grow you in the year 2013!<br />
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<i>Stacey</i></div>
Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-5630385841078995642012-12-30T21:22:00.000-06:002012-12-30T21:43:01.564-06:00"No, Lord Jesus, Don't Come Quickly!"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Why do we say, "Come Lord Jesus, come quickly?"<br />
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Is it because of the pain and heartbreak here on earth? The very pain we are told we will endure because of sin? (John 16:33) Is it too much for us and we just want an easy way out?<br />
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Is it because we don't understand and can't comprehend the evils in the world?<br />
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Dare I say, "Oh Lord, come quickly." and He actually came?! <br />
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Now follow me here.<br />
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<b>I know the Lord is not going to return because I asked Him to.</b> Don't leave me a comment telling me that. I am trying to prove a point.<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Christ and Christ alone knows the appointed time of His return </i>(I Thessalonians 5:2, "For you yourselves know very well that the day of the Lord will come just like a thief in the night." HCSB) . . . . but follow me here.<br />
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Just for a moment.<br />
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What if God listened?<br />
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<b><i>"What if," </i></b>because of our greed and selfishness of NOT wanting to be in pain; to be uncomfortable, that God <i><b>actually</b></i> listened and came, "too soon?" <br />
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Hmmmm, where does that leave the ones that won't come to know Him, say, tomorrow, or even the next hour?<br />
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Oh the souls that would be on my hands! My heart breaks just posing that very question to myself!<br />
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May I be so bold to say, in pain, in suffering, in heartache, in disappointment, in death, in disaster . . . . that we <b>not</b> say, "Come quickly, Lord Jesus." but "Thy will be done. Strengthen us. Use us. Be glorified Lord Jesus! Use this horrible situation to bring the lost to you!" <br />
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I personally have too many friends, family, and even enemies that don't know Him.<br />
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So for me, "No, Lord Jesus. Come in the appointed time. Give me strength to get through the tough times. Compassion when it hurts, and Father, I pray you will use every situation to bring glory to you. Oh God, use us, as believers to bring the lost and hurting to you. Give us a courage to speak the truth in love that will only come from you! So be it. Amen."<br />
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Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01448382891942023361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494231190982377255.post-5780999241959084292012-12-17T09:55:00.002-06:002012-12-17T09:55:49.042-06:00Understanding Asperger's and How YOU Can Help<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is not going to be a very popular post and honestly, I don't care. <br />
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When I first heard that Adam Lanza had Asperger's, my heart sank. Fear filled my body and my thoughts rushed, "What can I do to prevent this from happening to my son?"<br />
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Christopher has a horrible anger and rage problem, but he has the biggest heart of any child I have seen before. Well, that is not true, he has the same generous heart as my Kayla and Kaitlyn. They bless me over and over when they are more concerned for a homeless person than for themselves, or for a child that won't have, or for an animal on the streets.<br />
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While I don't have an answer to that initial question, and to keep fear from rising within me every time I see a picture of one of the babies or a story of Adam Lanza, I pray for my son. I put my hand or hands on him, whichever is available, and I pray. Let your children hear you pray over them! <br />
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I am making a point to make sure Christopher understands the difference between good and evil and how satan can take a simple problem and make it huge. God has opened the door for me to talk more about Christopher's anger with him since the shooting. Last night he cried because he didn't understand evil and how rage, when used in a bad way is sin.<br />
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I have made it a point to not read much about the children and the shootings. My heart is breaking and I can't. However, this morning, I saw an article on <a href="http://www.foxnews.com/health/2012/12/16/answering-questions-about-asperger-syndrome/" target="_blank">Fox10 News</a> that <b>EVERY ONE</b> needs to be read. <br />
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<b>Parents, it is YOUR job to educate YOUR CHILDREN about children and adults with special needs! </b><br />
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<i><b>When you see them teasing or laughing, it is YOUR JOB to stop it! If you do not stop it, you are just as guilty as the child.</b></i><br />
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We must educate ourselves on Asperger's. <br />
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<b>These kids aren't freaks. </b><br />
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They are just a little different, in a gifted way, but they are also different in a way that "normal" people will never get.<br />
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Why you ask? I'll be glad to tell you.<br />
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1. They don't judge others for the way they look.<br />
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2. They don't de-friend someone because they react differently.<br />
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3. They don't talk about others in a negative way.<br />
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4. They love unconditionally.<br />
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5. They don't care what you wear (or what they wear for that point! lol)<br />
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6. They don't care if your body does weird things when you are nervous.<br />
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7. They don't criticize a child that is rocking back and forth.<br />
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<i>The list could go on, but the point is, these children are the least critical, yet they are picked on the most.</i><br />
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Why you ask? I'll be glad to tell you.<br />
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1. Because they look just a "little" bit different.<br />
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2. They react differently to new situations or change in schedules.<br />
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3. They are the ones getting talked about and teased.<br />
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4. They are not loved unconditionally.<br />
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5. They usually hate to wear clothes and when they do, they probably don't match.<br />
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6. They have weird body movement called tics.<br />
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7. They rock back and forth or side to side when nervous.<br />
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<b>I am not making an excuse for what Adam Lanza did, by no means. </b><br />
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It is horrible and he will be held accountable unto God for each of the lives he took. We can not allow people to use their disorders or disabilities as an excuse to sin!<br />
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I'm just saying, as the mother of a child with Asperger's, Tourettes, OCD/Sensory/Anxiety Disorders, <b>that does get made fun of</b>, I can understand his pain and <b>THAT</b> breaks my heart as well.<br />
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