tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22430721732859252212024-03-13T23:15:42.675-05:00Jesus & My Orange JuiceA fresh-squeezed oasis for ordinary lifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.comBlogger597125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-85898429564895461862013-06-07T09:16:00.002-05:002013-06-07T09:16:36.388-05:00My Kids Are Weird<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Weird. She called my kids weird. To. My. Face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I suppose I should have taken offense but instead I smiled. I blame my response on Craig </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Groeschel. Ever since I started reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/WEIRD-Because-Normal-Isnt-Working/dp/031031576X" target="_blank">Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working</a> the way I think about the word has been transformed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When she called my kids weird, because they are kind to each other. For the most part, they get along. They refer to each other as best friend. This just isn't normal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Often in parenting our goal is to make our kids typical. We want them to fit in, get along with their classmates and generally be a superior reflection of their parents. Rarely do our goals extend to the way they treat their siblings. They are expected to be rivals - to be at their worst at home. You know kind of like their parents.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But what if we chose to parent differently? What if we chose to give our families our best and to expect our kids to do the same? Would people think we were weird? Probably.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Would some people think we're bad parents because our kids choose each other over their peers? Likely.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But would it be worth it? Definitely.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My kids are weird. I'll admit it. You might even think I'm the worst mom ever. But I really don't care...probably because I'm weird too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What would you do if someone called your kids weird? Would you consider it a compliment or an insult?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Everyone should be quick to listen.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>James 1:19</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How could my precious little seven year old utter such a grown up word? I'd heard inappropriate words fall my girls' lips before so I wasn't entirely surprised. And thanks to my vast parenting expertise I knew just what to do in the situation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1) Don't react.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2) Ask my child if she knows what _____ means.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">3) Calmly explain why we don't use the word.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My flawless execution of my parenting plan was followed by a barrage of repentant tears. Chalk one up for my nomination as Mother of the Year. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A day later I was in the laundry room folding clothes when my daughter walked in with that inquisitive look on her face. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Mom, I can ask you anything right?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Of course, Sweetie."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Can you explain exactly what's wrong with saying the word snacks?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Ouch</i>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I had clearly wasted a perfectly good mom lecture. Worse I now had some apologizing of my own to do. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes I'm not a much better listener with my Father than I am with my kids. I lay out my requests to Him and wait in confident expectation He will answer. I wait until I see a glimpse of what I expect to hear and than charge full-force in my self-determined direction. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Instead I need to listen up - to turn my focus toward God and give Him my undivided attention without expectation. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Do you ever jump to conclusions when try talking with God? How do you clear the air and tune into His voice instead of your own thoughts?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-21982040997356852822013-05-03T11:55:00.002-05:002013-05-03T11:55:56.884-05:00Unrestrained Passion<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>The words of the reckless pierce like swords. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Proverbs 12:18</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was one of those calls you don't want to receive. My mom was sick. Really sick. Hospitalized with a ruptured appendix, I feared sepsis.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I quickly loaded my three children - 10, 7 and 1, and my five week pregnant body into the car for the 8 hour drive separating me from my ailing mother. After several days of recovery, she was released to her home for further recuperation. Another of my sisters was headed in to take my place so I made arrangements to head home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To accommodate my unplanned trip, my ex-husband generously agreed to a delay of his visitation with my oldest two. Since I was so early in my pregnancy, I had to fight exhaustion to rise at four am for the all-morning drive back to my home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Unfortunately along the way we ran into multiple traffic delays. My already tiring trip was punctuated by irritable inquiries from my ex as to the exact timing of my return. In the midst of this my oldest confessed she had left her orthodontic retainer at home. Freshly out of braces, she couldn't go another night without her appliance. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Three hours after my promised return time my car limped into our driveway. There was no retainer in my daughter's bedroom. In truth, she had misplaced it. Her confession of its home location was just a childish ploy to delay facing consequences.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One too many hours short on sleep and fielding one too many accusatory questions from my ex and all the stress and strain of the prior days bubbled up my throat, out my mouth and straight into the heart of my daughter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My words were harsh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My tone was hateful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I painfully failed her as a loving mother and a woman of restraint. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To this day it remains my biggest parenting regret.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But God is bigger than my biggest parenting failure. He used this life moment to retrain my tongue. I realized the only safe place to bring my frustration is to His ear. Today, as I rant and rave, He restores and replenishes my heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have my Father's ear. There He gives me a safe place to unfurl unrestrained passion. When I give Him an ear full, He gives me a heart full. I go to Him empty and come away with plenty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Is God a safe place for you? If not, where you unload your deepest hurts?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-70902675070014370782013-04-30T13:48:00.001-05:002013-04-30T13:48:26.076-05:00A Thrift Store Heart<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sharing isn't something I had to consciously teach my four girls. They have dressed in hand-me-downs and joint property from the first possible day. As we shift clothes, accessories and shoes from one body to the next, my family is a living thrift store. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's no wonder we all like the song <i>Thrift Shop</i>. The lyrics (even the cleaned up ones) are too mature for any of us but some of the one-liners get sung frequently as we go about town. At the top of our playlist is, "I look incredible."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I heard my younger ones singing this line in the backseat recently. One started, "I look </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">incredible." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To which the other, named Carynne, answered, "I look Carynne-able."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To my youngest this is the highest compliment. She wants to be exactly who and what God created her to be. She is sure of herself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Every person encounters opportunity accompanied by insecurity. If we give voice to our insecurity, we will hear - </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"I can't."</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"I'm not equipped."</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"I'm not enough."</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is thrift store thinking. Instead, God wants to fill my thrift store heart with the depths of His boutique truth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"He can."</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"He equips."</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"He is enough for me."</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What is insecurity whispering into your heart today? Could you dare to take your thrift store thinking and make a free exchange up to boutique God-sized love? </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">Who among you fears the </span><span class="small-caps" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span></div>
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<span class="text Isa-50-10" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">and obeys his servant?</span></div>
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If you are walking in darkness,</div>
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<span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Isa-50-10" style="position: relative;">without a ray of light,</span></div>
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<span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Isa-50-10" style="position: relative;">and rely on your God.</span></div>
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<span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Isa-50-11" style="position: relative;">and warm yourselves by your own fires.</span></div>
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<span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Isa-50-11" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Isaiah 50:10-11 NLT</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A few quick errands became hours spent away from home punctuated by feedings, diaper changes and spit up. I was just pulling into the garage on a scorching Texas day when I realized my newborn was blissfully asleep in the back seat. Wanting her to sleep as long as possible, I kept the garage door up and the engine running while I shuttled my purchases inside. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I saved the best bundle for last. My plan was to stealthily dislodge her car seat from the base and place the whole thing inside the crib. If I made sloth-like movements, she just might finish out her nap and give me a few minutes to locate the sanity I'd lost somewhere between the dry cleaners and Costco.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I gently slid up her door handle. It didn't move.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I opened the door with a bit more persistence. It didn't move.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I gave it an all out yank. It didn't move.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alarm raced up my spine as I realized my baby was locked inside my car. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My gut dialed 9-1-1. I wasn't sure if they'd bring handcuffs with them or just a copy of the Bad Mom Award but the fire department arrived in mere moments. A quick survey of my situation brought out the slim jim and some judgmental glances.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I mumbled a tentative, "Yes."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Did you call them already?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Uh, no."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Judgement evaporated by the cloud cover of humored, yet straight faces.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The fire fighters showed me the number for OnStar posted, for my convenience, on the outside of my window and suggested I try them first. Seconds later my doors clicked, their engine roared and my baby slept through it all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes I try to find my own way out of a situation. I plot a conversation or ponder a problem. I walk by the light of my own fire. OnStar should have been my first call, not my last. God shouldn't be my last call either.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When you light a candle, there's a moment between the spark and when the object actually takes the fire. I need to invite Him into my struggle at the first spark. In the pause between the spark and the blaze is the opportunity to overcome my circumstances instead of allowing them to overcome me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Do you ever walk by the light of your own fire? How could God's light change your situation?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was privileged this week to guest post at <a href="http://www.patheos.com/blogs/faithwalkers/2013/04/confessions-of-pastors-wife-what-she-really-wants/" target="_blank">Patheos</a> for my friend, <a href="http://billintheblank.com/" target="_blank">Bill Blankshaen</a>. Do you ever wonder what your pastor's wife would say if you overheard her true confession? Well I am a pastor's wife and this is mine... http://bit.ly/Z4sDgc</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-13932593985624197922013-04-05T14:32:00.000-05:002013-04-05T14:32:27.727-05:00Rub Me the Right Way<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I scraped and scuffed... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I grazed and grinded... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I rubbed and rotated...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">but I could not get the pebble off the bottom of my shoe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's amazing how a small object can affect great pain. It reminded me of Scott and my honeymooning days Italy. Rome is perfumed with romance, intrigue and wonder but you have to traverse ancient cobblestone roads to find it. Every day filled with discovery and passion ended with two pair of aching feet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A few hours after my new found rock friend made a home in my foot, I realized no amount of stomping was going to dislodge him. He'd taken up permanent residence. Ready for a foot rub, I finally turned my shoe upside down. The funny thing is there was no rock in my shoe. The source of my discomfort turned out to be a jewel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes life is like that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The speaking opportunity passes to other lips.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My child doesn't make the team.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The healing doesn't come.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The battle I thought I'd won wages war with me again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No matter how I scrape, scruff or grind, I can't change my circumstances but I can change my perspective. In God's hands all the little rocks that irritate my life are shined into jewels. As I inch my heart closer to His, He rubs me the right way.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-64117303817045668972013-03-22T10:25:00.003-05:002013-03-22T10:25:43.332-05:00He Walks on Water...And Cleans the Carpet<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was only in the laundry room for five minutes. Okay maybe it was ten minutes. Top. I've never taken a stopwatch in there with me but it was the span of time it takes to trade out the wash. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I went in to clean some clothes...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I came out to find my toddlers finger painting our stone fireplace surround with food coloring.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hands, clothes and faces were splashed with blue and green. A sea swirled around the stone while little droplets of "ocean water" decorated the carpet. I knew the color would eventually wear off of their skin. I wasn't as confident about my stone and carpet. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I threw the girls in the bath with one hand and dialed a carpet cleaner with the other.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"I'll come to your house and clean the carpet but the food dye won't come out."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Sure it will. I prayed over it."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My gut response was honest but as soon as I said it doubt crept into my mind. Did God really care about something as inconsequential as my family room carpet? I couldn't even keep my kids from destroying my house so who was I to flaunt my faith in God in front of a total stranger?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I actually dreaded his arrival but no amount of alarm could prevent his appearance. He came equipped with potions, hoses and machines. I had only my faith.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I still remember the look on his face as section by section my carpet returned to its original color. God has shown up on an ordinary day and showed off for a carpet cleaner. God did the impossible. Turns out He walks on water and cleans the carpet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Are you like me and sometimes pause before praying about the mundane in your life? Why not pause right now and trust an extraordinary God with the ordinary happenings of your day?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-2423290367789575402013-03-13T13:13:00.001-05:002013-03-13T13:13:30.533-05:00An Early Warning System for Burn Out<br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4;">"Mam-Maw's up!" my hubby teased when I stumbled into the kitchen one morning last fall. I had fallen asleep before the sun relinquished rights to the day. Any chance I was bordering on burn out?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Burn out sneaks into your heart and home as stealthily as a shadow. It moves the front of your emotions and spirit an inch at a time. So sloth-like is its attack, you find yourself surrounded by darkness before you register the first symptom. Like a coastal town, we need an early warning system.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Early in my day I tend the fields of my own heart. I spend time talking to God. I explore His Word and allow Him to talk to me. I walk or run to prepare my body for the day's battle. I fuel my body with the most nutritious food our budget allows. I stimulate my mind with reading other sources as well.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This isn't selfish - it's making the best use of God's day. I can't give out what I don't have and I have to make the choice to possess God's best as early in my day as possible. I can't reach the finish line of my day without properly preparing for the starting line.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We each have a "tell" to indicate impending burnout. Mine is when opportunity becomes irritation. When I have so little margin I no longer want God to interrupt my day. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have shared with you before about the <a href="http://shannonmilholland.blogspot.com/2012/06/transforming-prayer-lord-change-me.html" target="_blank">8 life transforming one-sentence prayers</a> that have changed my life. <a href="http://shannonmilholland.blogspot.com/2012/06/transforming-prayer-lord-direct-me.html" style="color: #667700; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">One of those</a> I learned to pray over my home and schedule - Lord, direct me. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When I see my tell, I return to that place of prayer, surrender my day to Him and ask for His direction.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Through prayer and with the guidance of my husband's wisdom, I make choices. I make these decisions long before they're needed. They are my ultimate protection against burnout.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My children only enroll in a limited number of activities.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I only speak a certain number of times per month.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My children have friends to play a determined amount of times.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I say yes to an exclusive number of ministry opportunities.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This system of careful choices prevents burnout before it can begin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I once heard a women admire quip, "To be successful, you have to fly under the radar and above the fray." There is real wisdom in this but the best place to fly is in the shadow of His wing. With His radar and utilizing this Early Warning System, we'll be in life's sweet spot - far from burnout.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-90897601065989755872013-02-28T20:32:00.000-06:002013-02-28T20:32:19.778-06:00Living Love<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #181818; font-size: 12pt;">“The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is
for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions
just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat,
non-fat. So people who don't know what (sic) they're doing or who on earth they
are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely
defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino. ”</span><span style="color: #181818; font-size: 12pt;"><br />
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in You’ve Got Mail<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If
someone asked you to define yourself in just three words, what three would you
choose? What springs to your mind first – Physical attributes? Achievements?
Your occupation? Two thousand years ago Jesus challenged us to be known by a
single attribute – love.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love
one another.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">John 13:35<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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isn’t just something you are.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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goes beyond an attribute to action. Love acts.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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is expressed in the words we say and the ones we wisely withhold. It is
demonstrated in unacknowledged kindness. Love is spoken more through our hands
and feet than it ever will be with our mouths. Like faith, love is dead without
action.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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me those you most love live with you. The month of love may soon draw to a close but my love doesn't have to. I've made a plan to continue to put my love into
action. I’m going to gather around the table and have
every family write down one word that describes every other person at the
table. After we describe each other with these uplifting words, I’m going to
ask each person to give me one thing I can do to make them feel more loved.
Then I’m going to set my love into motion by putting some feet to my words.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Do
you want love to be more than words in your life? Why not join me in this
challenge and live love this March?</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-66098563277374261532013-02-19T13:12:00.002-06:002013-02-19T13:12:55.772-06:00Dead Presidents...or a Living King<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dead Presidents. They were being thanked all over Twitter yesterday. It's amazing how grateful a student can become for a founding father when he grants her a day off of school.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I should be thanking them myself. Days with my kids are precious treasures. After a morning at the dentist, a noon lunch date with Daddy and an afternoon cooking, doing school projects and laughing I realized I "accomplished" very little yesterday. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sure I did a couple loads of laundry. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I managed to complete a task or two on the to do list. But for the most part I just enjoyed being with my kids.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I awoke to crumby floors, dusty shelves and happy hearts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It was along about child number three I realized how fast the parenting years vanish. I made a commitment to engage with my kids - to work puzzles, play games, watch television and just be with them. I reasoned twenty years from now my children wouldn't remember the dust bunnies in the corners but they would remember how many times we hid in them while playing hide and go seek.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sometimes that's how I think God feels. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He doesn't care what we accomplish or how perfect our lives appear to others. He just wants to be with us. He isn't counting our dust bunnies but He does count every precious minute we spend in His presence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I don't know what's on your agenda today. It may a high powered executive lunch or an NCIS marathon but somewhere amongst the noise of your life Jesus is whispering your name. Why not put down the keyboard, your cell phone or the vacuum and answer Him instead?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yesterday the dead presidents gave me a day off with my kids. Today a living King wants to me a day on with Him.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-10007332356149199472013-02-07T08:00:00.000-06:002013-02-07T08:00:04.708-06:00Finding the One in Lonely<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I originally wrote this for a blog for pastor's wives. Over time, though, I've realized loneliness is something we all struggle with...</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Luke 5:16</span></i></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">It's crushing. My soul gasps for relationship but attempts collapse. The pain of loneliness is palatable. As pastor's wives there is usually no need to withdraw. We live, work and worship in lonely places.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /></span><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">We forge a deep, abiding relationship with our husbands but places of our hearts are a mystery to him.</i><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">We find satisfaction in the ordinary rhythm of caring for our home and family, but underneath the drum of solitude beats.</i><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">We delight in serving our King but find His courts an empty, solitary place.</i><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">How can we fill our God-given craving for female companionship?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">Seek Relationship Beyond Your Boundaries</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"> - Don't expect your new best friend to occupy the rocker next to you during your nursery rotation. But you might find her in a community Bible study, on a non-denominational ministry board or in the school PTA. Jesus withdrew to a safe place. We'd be well-advised to find a safe place outside the brick and mortar above which our church sign hangs.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">Consider Going Cross-Country</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"> - I'm not advising ultra-marathons or running away from your family to join the circus. With the world wide web, communities like </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">A Pastor's Wife's Garden</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"> are just a click away. We can find a place to pour out our hearts and pray without even leaving our favorite chair.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">Re-Kindle Old Loves</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"> - Sorry girls, your college sweetie is off limits, but your college roommate probably isn't. Consider reconnecting with a sorority sister, a girl from your hometown or pretty much any woman who knew you pre-POW. (POW = the pastor's outstanding wife!) Sometimes the one who's known you the longest can be an oasis in a relationship desert.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">This week let's face our loneliness. No we didn't have to withdraw to get there but we can commit to pray for each other in our lonely place. We can take a single step out of the shadow of lonely and into the light of relationship. Most importantly, we can seek the One Who guarantees we're never alone in our l</span><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">one</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">ly.</span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Copse; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-77766132920137393412013-01-29T15:12:00.001-06:002013-01-29T15:12:46.741-06:00Back a Little Ways<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Why do you say...my way is hidden from the Lord; </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>my cause is disregarded by my God? </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Do you not know? Have you not heard? </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>The Lord is the everlasting God, </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>the Creator of the ends of the earth. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>He will not grow tired or weary, </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>and his understanding no one can fathom.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Isaiah 40:27-28</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The last month has been spent pruning, preparing and packing to put our <a href="http://shannonmilholland.blogspot.com/2013/01/a-sure-foundation.html" target="_blank">house on the market</a>. As extra furniture has been cleared out and closets have been cleaned, I've stumbled across some unusual items.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The mate to the sock I threw away 6 months ago...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A scary looking, seriously fossilized bug or two...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The cap to a lip gloss I no longer own...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A remote to one of our TVs...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Gloves I thought I'd lost...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Making these little discoveries, has reminded me of one of my favorite ways to read the Bible. I go find a scripture I really like and read the verses around it. I often discover something totally unexpected when I do this. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The verses above appear just before these well-loved words in scripture:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>He gives strength to the weary </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>and increases the power of the weak. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Even youths grow tired and weary, </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>and young men stumble and fall; </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>They will soar on wings like eagles; </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>they will run and now grow weary, </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>they will walk and not be faint. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Isaiah 40:29-31</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Soaring on wings like eagles and running without getting weary is the stuff superheroes are made of. It's no wonder I, along with many others, likes this passage. But when I back up a few verses I pause.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Maybe sometimes the reason life seems hard is because I spend more time questioning God than trusting Him. I try to walk in my own strength or figure out problems on my own. Before I can walk without growing faint, I have to run into the arms of Jesus. He is the giver of my strength.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So glad I went back a little ways...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Why not go find one of your favorite verses and read the surrounding text? Could you come back and share with us what encouragement you found back a little ways?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Today I'm kicking off a new Friday series - The Best Worst Mom Ever. Each week I will share one of my multitude of parenting blunders and what I learned from God as I stumbled. Enjoy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Piercing blue skies showered sun on their blond heads as they played. I watched my two littlest ones chase each other with giggles, peacefully oblivious to the chore I undertook on the other side of the glass. As they played I placed phone call after phone call to break the news. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Somewhere among the calls, I lost sight of them for just a few minutes but I wasn't overly concerned. Our home was built with a port-a-cochere. They were safely separated from the street and the world by an electronically sealed iron gate. Still I knew little kids could get in big trouble in a matter of minutes. I quickly ended my call and went in search of my sweethearts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I found them in the garage. One was covered head to toe in red spray paint; the other was colored just on the tips of her tiny fingers. It didn't require a consultation with Sherlock Holmes to determine the perpetrator. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As I scrubbed my little ones clean I just kept bursting out laughing. The whole situation was too ridiculous to elicit any other response. On a day I might have otherwise been crying my eyes out, I found myself joining in my preschoolers' giggles.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Two days later the "victim" returned to preschool still tinged pink. I must admit her odd skin color was the least of my concerns until... the preschool called wanting me to pick her up fearing she had some sort of a rash. It required a healthy dose of humility to admit that she didn't have a rash but had instead been spray painted by her sister. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The journey ahead of me was a scary one. Each morning I had to surrender my fears and choose to trust the One who knew my future. But I knew just as God had given me the gift of laughter on that difficult news day, He would give me exactly what I needed to walk every day of our cancer journey.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When we encounter difficulty, it's typical for someone to tell us something along the lines of "Don't worry. You got this. God won't give you more than you can handle." I love <a href="http://stevenfurtick.com/" target="_blank">Steven Furtick</a>'s take on this:</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1b2022; font-family: proxima-nova, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">In reality, God gives you more than you can bear all the time. On purpose.</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1b2022; font-family: proxima-nova, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">It’s only when </span><strong style="color: #1b2022; font-family: proxima-nova, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">you </strong><span style="color: #1b2022; font-family: proxima-nova, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">can’t bear the load that the strength of Christ kicks in…</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1b2022; font-family: proxima-nova, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">and He becomes everything you need and more.</span></span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Just as I needed humility to admit my parenting blunder to the preschool, I need humility to admit I can't handle this thing called life without God. Whether my day holds a diagnosis or everyday girl drama, I have more than I can bear. That's why He bears my burdens instead.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What situation in your life could the presence of Christ paint a different color if viewed through the lens of relying totally on Him?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-31470025722701319902013-01-22T14:13:00.000-06:002013-01-22T14:13:53.525-06:00A Blessing's Birth<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Surely it was for my benefit that I suffered such anguish.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Isaiah 38:17</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yesterday I sat around my kitchen table with the five people I treasure most in this life. Together we dreamed about our new home currently under construction and searched for scriptures to paint onto the walls of every room. Tears rimmed my eyes as I watched a long-held dream unfold.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This isn't the first house I've built but it's the first we will bless in this fashion. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I still remember exactly where I was sitting the first time I heard of a family writing scriptures on building materials of their home. I was in my 20s and had never owned a home. I meet biweekly with other new moms who knew they didn't have all the answers and needed the insight and counsel of someone farther down life's road. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Our mentor mom gave us a plethora of helpful hints for building a happy home. Tips like:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1) Squirt pinesol in the toilet before your hubby comes home...that way he'll think you've been cleaning all day.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2) Fry up some onions in a pan and then artfully place your purchased meal on your dinner plates...that way your dear spouse will think he's eating a home cooked meal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But nestled among her tongue-in-cheek humor, she gave us a picture of a Christian woman. She was the first person I've ever known who wrote scripture on her home. She was so committed to making her home a place where God was honored that she sat in the yard and prayed over her home as every board was laid. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Much has transpired to lead my family to yesterday's table. It is through pain, heartache and hurt we have reached a point where we long so deeply for God's presence in our home. In these difficult circumstances I couldn't see the blessings God was birthing through pain. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Maybe you're facing something insurmountable today. Or maybe it's just a big pile of little inconveniences are blocking your perspective. The day will come when you sit at the table and watch your dreams unfold. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Surely it was for my benefit I suffered such anguish...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What blessing will your pain birth?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-78787233201175378452013-01-15T15:18:00.002-06:002013-01-15T15:30:11.329-06:00When the Snow Doesn't Come<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm convinced the vast majority of Southern children learn to pray in our schools. No prayer is allowed in public schools. And no the teachers don't lead them...but I suspect they join them. Every child here prays for snow. The slightest chance of snow means school is canceled.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Today their prayers and mine were answered. By 7 this morning the superintendent was calling to announce school was dismissing four hours early. Only it didn't snow. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes the snow doesn't come.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We have a set of expectations - of a way we anticipate life working out, or circumstances changing or our prayers being answered - and it simply doesn't happen. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Expectations are tricky - like trying to view a single snowflake. Where I live we rarely get the puffy, fat flakes. Most of them are near indiscernible specks. If you squint and cock your head to the right you can (sometimes) see them fluttering to the ground. But if you look at the ground where thousands of them have congregated you realize it actually is snowing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I can't always see God at work. Sometimes when I squint and cock my expectations-filled head to the right I think I see something. When I focus on Him I realize He's been at work all along making a pile of snow. It just shows up some place other than where I've been looking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What are waiting for God to do today? Could your expectations be keeping you from seeing His work?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-43364867817746844732013-01-10T17:42:00.000-06:002013-01-10T17:42:20.730-06:00Learning to Live Lean<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This time of year every media outlet in America is abuzz with tips, programs and pills to help you shed unwanted pounds. Advertising dollars are spent like pennies. Gyms are packed. There is no shortage of advice on how to get and live lean.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The best fat I've ever trimmed though hasn't been from my waistline. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My greatest weight loss accomplishment wasn't fitting into a smaller pants size.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was learning to live financially lean.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No I'm not a financial guru (although I reside with one). But I have learned (mostly by osmosis) a few tips. Here's my top five.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1. <b>Cook From Your Pantry</b> - I plan my meals around what I do have not what I don't. This requires me to make substitutions in recipes but it also makes cooking a greater adventure. By using what I have on hand I significantly decrease food spoilage.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2. <b>Use Cash</b> - Money spends quicker but much more responsibly when you limit discretionary purchases to cash. If I said I haven't rebelled against this particular tip a time or two or a hundred I'd be lying but it is also the most effective way to keep yourself (or your spouse) accountable to the budget.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">3. <b>Make Substitutions</b> - I used to exclusively use high-end, name brand cosmetics and toiletries. I have found by switching to a generic but still high-end brand such as Costco's Kirkland, I get the same quality at significantly lower cost. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">4. <b>Shop the Clearance Rack</b> - I have boots that cost me $12, jeans for which I paid under $2 and necklaces I bought for $2. No I didn't "settle" with any of these purchases. I just waited. Patiently. Eventually the things I want will go on a significant sale and if they don't I figure I didn't really need them to begin with. I save thousands of dollars each year by purchasing my family's clothing needs at near garage sale prices and still have the pleasure of using never-used items.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">5. <b>Spread the Love</b> - My daughters and I share shoes, shirts, scarves and jewelry. Any item that's "one size fits all" finds its way onto more than one body in any given year. By sharing we each expand our wardrobe at no additional expense. Even if you don't live with a whole gaggle of same sex individuals like me, you can still employ this principle with a friend or relative (such as a sister or aunt) who has similar size and taste as you. Consider arranging a regular mid-season swap where you trade some items without any need of return.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Are you ready to lose the weight of your worry by tightening your financial belt? Which one of these tips could help you the most? Do you have another idea you'd like to share? Share your ideas in a comment below...</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-84097671869915559422013-01-07T09:29:00.001-06:002013-01-07T09:29:10.393-06:00A Sure Foundation<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>He will be the sure foundation for your times,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>the fear of the Lord is the key to this treasure.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Isaiah 33:6</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yesterday I trudged through mud, balanced precariously on a 2x4 and braved air colder than my outfit could defend. So much adventure just to walk into a house that looks like this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Why?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Because it's my house... or it will be someday. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Every brush of the boards is an encounter with my heart. The smell of the timber is the scent of our future. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It is a thrill to imagine our family there laughing, loving, living. My soon-coming house is just a house but the people who will live there are treasure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But you know as treacherous as the journey into that sticks and concrete was, I was totally at ease when I walked around on the foundation. It is a firm foundation. I have total confidence in it and know with certainty it will hold no matter how many trips I take around it or how long I linger.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The other day I confessed to my teens just how deeply I desire to be the best possible mom. The four little women who occupy my space model my habits, speech and attitudes. Frankly, I don't always care for the magnifying mirror of myself I see in them. In those moments I'm reminded again how much I need God every minute of every day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I need Him to be my sure foundation. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No matter how many trips I take to His side, He doesn't tire of hearing from me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No matter how long as I linger in His presence, He doesn't grow weary.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Honoring Him is the key to this treasure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I don't know what your path to God looks like. It may be muddy. Your walk may feel uncertain. You may feel unprepared for the journey. But don't let that stop you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Time with Him will give you the sure foundation you need. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Have you walked with Him today? Why not stop right now and place your life on footing that will not fail - a sure foundation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-17892138707154072902013-01-02T14:31:00.000-06:002013-01-03T21:28:13.861-06:00I Can See Myself in Your Eyes<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>James 4:8</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"I can see myself in your eyes." With her face inches from mine, my youngest whispered these words. She wouldn't have seen this reflection at a distance. It required proximity.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes God doesn't feel close to me. Instead He feels absent, away, adrift. In those times I remember the brush of His words in my heart and His movement in my everyday circumstances. I used to complain during those times; to blame Him for the lack of intimacy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Now I know I need to move closer to Him to see my reflection in His eyes.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It is in moving closer I hear His heart beat. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It is in pressing in I detect the His whisper of His love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I need this for more than just me. My family needs me to stay near to God. Believe me. When I back away...It. Isn't. Pretty. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I need to move closer to Him so He will be reflected in my eyes.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How close does God feel today? Do you dare to move closer to Him and see your reflection in His eyes?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><i>to live by his decrees and obey his commands.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>1 Kings 8:61</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As I child I would get so lost in books I wouldn't even hear the sound of my own name being called. Today I still can engross myself in story, especially the kind that has twists, turns and a puzzle for me to ponder - one like National Treasure starring Nicolas Cage.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">During one of my favorite scenes the hero, Ben Gates, breaks into the oval office to examine the famed Resolute desk. This presidential landmark has seated Presidents for over a hundred years. It was a gift from Queen Victoria to Rutherford B. Hayes in 1880, fashioned entirely from timbers from an abandoned British vessel (The Resolute) which was salvaged in the United States by James Buddington and later returned to Britain. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Today is a day for resolutions. Whether you title them goals, commitments or dreams many of us will chart a course today for the coming year. The word resolution has the same root as the word resolute. Both mean <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; cursor: pointer;">firm</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; cursor: default;">in</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; cursor: default;">purpose</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; cursor: default;">or</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; cursor: default;">belief or</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; cursor: default;">steadfast.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span name="hotword" style="background-color: white; cursor: default;">I think the story behind our nation's resolute desk has a lot to teach us about New Year's resolutions. That ship failed or at least its captain did. It was commanded under Edward Belcher who abandoned it only 18 months after it was commissioned. Sometimes our commitments are like that.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span name="hotword" style="background-color: white; cursor: default;">We begin the year eating healthy and going to the gym but start consuming chocolate for breakfast by January 15th.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span name="hotword" style="background-color: white; cursor: default;">We spend the early weeks of the year joining together around the family dinner table only to abandon that plan for the convenience of fast food just a few short weeks later.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span name="hotword" style="background-color: white; cursor: default;">But the Resolute's story didn't end with its captain's abandonment. It went on to significant purpose. Thousands of official documents, laws and decrees have been signed on its timbers. It has buoyed the arms of Presidents at war. It has captured tears silently witnessed by its polish. It has born the weight of Presidential worry and decision. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span name="hotword" style="background-color: white; cursor: default;">This year as you pen your plans, I pray you remember the story of the Resolute. Weeks from now you may need to pick up your plans and rely anew on the Unchanging One who aims our hearts, plants our feet. He is our Resolute.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span name="hotword" style="background-color: white; cursor: default;">Many of you have inquired about the 12 Days of Christmas Gifts series I wrote in December. It will be available in its entirety (including the previously unpublished portions) as a free download later this month. I'll keep you posted!</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-48605470122703499662012-12-21T19:41:00.000-06:002012-12-21T19:41:09.436-06:00The 12 Days of Christmas - The Gift of Contentment<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I have learned the secret of being content.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Philippians 4:12</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Months of planning lies in haphazard piles. Weeks of dreaming vanish like a breath. Hours of wrapping litter the floor. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Christmas is a holiday that takes monumental time to architect and almost no time to execute. No matter how low you try to set your expectations, there exists a natural gap between the effort you put in and the satisfaction that comes out. For many, the late hours of Christmas day leave us feeling...empty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I find it ironic that contentment contains the word content. Because it's when we focus on the content of our lives or event that we find contentment most elusive. The secret of being content lies in not focusing on content. Instead we have to shift our view from that which passes to that which lasts. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Moments with Jesus build mountains of faith.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Minutes of prayer bring eternal results.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This Christmas why not steal away with Jesus before the first present is opened? As we shift our hearts from a single day on the calendar to the Eternal One, we move from content to contentment. Let's unwrap this gift together...it lasts.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-77317170903296140142012-12-19T23:37:00.001-06:002012-12-19T23:37:35.191-06:00The 12 Days of Christmas - The Gift of Creativity<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>So God created man in His own image,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>male and female he created them.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Genesis 1:27</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A couple years ago I began a new tradition with my kids. Every day from when school lets out until Christmas dawns, my children and I do a special activity together. We've made Christmas journals, decorated ornaments and written special messages on puzzles. We've failed at making a rice crispy house and successfully constructed a sleigh. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I do these projects with my kids for more than just passing the time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I want them to feel the pleasure of giving a gift made from their own hands.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I want them to enjoy time spent doing things together.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I want them to experience the joy of creativity.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We were made with the mark of the Master in our hearts. Deep within each of us is a desire to create. We may make music or string words like popcorn. We might whittle away wood or our pantry stock. We may construct spreadsheets or toys. But I believe we all have creativity tucked within the folds of our inner being.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Creativity is hard to give away. When we give what we make, we risk being misunderstood or underappreciated. But when we give what we make, we gain satisfaction that comes with giving no store-bought gift.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As we continue these days of Christmas, I wonder if you'd consider giving a piece of yourself away this year. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Would you share your sense of style by selecting a signature color for your mom?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Could you spread your knowledge of cooking by penning a favorite recipe for a friend?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Are you willing to give away your gift of organization by offering to clean your sister's house?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The splendor of God's creation is multiplied when creativity is gifted from you. (Care to tweet that? --> <a href="http://clicktotweet.com/oibsf">http://clicktotweet.com/oibsf</a>) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What has God uniquely gifted you to give this Christmas?</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Lord rewards every man for his righteousness and faithfulness.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1 Samuel 26:23</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I never question if he'll do what he says. He is as reliable and faithful as the turning of the seasons. This is one of the many things my husband does to build trust in our marriage. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If he tells me he'll be home for dinner at 7, I get worried at 7:05.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If he sets a budget, he stays within it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My husband regularly gives me the gift of consistency.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We've all known people who try to compensate on Christmas morning for what they didn't give the others days that year. Consistency isn't like that. It can't be packaged up and placed under the tree one day of the year. Consistency is something you give...one day, one decision, one promise at a time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Consistency is something I need to give more often to my family and I don't have to wait for Christmas to give it. I can start right now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How would your primary relationships look different if you gave the gift of consistency this year?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-79723006542801929802012-12-17T14:14:00.001-06:002012-12-17T14:14:25.314-06:00The Twelve Days of Christmas - The Gift of Simplicity<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Each December, on more than one evening, our family piles in the old four wheel drive sleigh and heads out to look at Christmas lights. Sometimes we pay to enter a city-sponsored spectacle which, here in the South, nearly always includes a manger scene. Other times we meander through neighborhoods looking for glimpses of Jesus among the sparkle. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But the most spectacular display of lights we see each year isn't in someone's front yard or a city-owned park, it's in the sanctuary of a church. One light bends to another as 5000 candles slowly come alive and flicker to the One born under a great light to be the greatest light. Silent Night is whispered from reverent lips. A holy hush settles over our hearts and we lift high the One who brought Himself low. (Want to quote this on Twitter? Click here --> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://clicktotweet.com/J56Iv">http://clicktotweet.com/J56Iv</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Christmas can be so complicated. Multiple social gatherings get scheduled for the same night. Packages and deliveries come and go at a frenzied pace. Cookies are baked, brought, bought and eaten. Sometimes I get tired such thinking of the details.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On this fourth day of Christmas gifts, I can choose to give myself and my family a present - the gift of simplicity. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A simple dinner served on festive paper plates with every person preparing one dish.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Stockings filled with prayers from each family member to the others.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A morning spent leisurely engaging in Presence instead of tearing into presents.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A simple, uncomplicated Christmas rocks to the rhythm of Jesus' manger cradle. (Want to tweet this? Click here --> <a href="http://clicktotweet.com/i496x">http://clicktotweet.com/i496x</a>) This Christmas come join Him there. Away from the crowds. Away from complication. Away in a manger.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The gift of simplicity.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-82066650585290019902012-12-14T12:21:00.001-06:002012-12-14T12:21:22.256-06:00The Twelve Days of Christmas - The Gift of Sacrifice<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Romans 5:8</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For the last two weeks I've been dusting my face with an empty bottle of foundation. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For the last two years I've been plucking my own eyebrows.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For the last two decades I've been short on sleep and long on worry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As a parent these are just a few of the sacrifices I've made. Sacrifice comes with the job description. It takes shape in my finances, my emotions and sometimes even my physical well-being. But can I be really honest for a minute?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes I get tired of sacrifice. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sacrifice is the costliest of gifts. It's price is more than monetary. It demands a part of me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This Christmas I want to give the gift of sacrifice...without grumbling and complaining.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I want to give because He first gave to me.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I want to count the blessing instead of the cost.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I want to live simply so others can simply live.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Each of us contain sacrifices only we can give. Every day that I pour out these words it is a sacrifice. It is a love offering first to God but second to all of you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Will you open with me the gift of sacrifice this year and give of yourself to others?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2243072173285925221.post-41950642538785168132012-12-11T17:49:00.002-06:002012-12-11T17:49:44.377-06:00The Twelve Days of Christmas - The Gift of Being<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm counting down the presents I have left as I wrap them. This year each one gets a box, some wrapping paper and a circle of curly ribbon. These packages are marathon distance from the wrapping queen I started my adult life as. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I used to spend hours (and tons of money) making every gift perfectly coordinated and wrapped imaginatively. I thought the outside of the package should invoke as much delight as the inside. I'll admit my Christmas tree had an extra degree of festive back then but I can't actually recall someone even noticing the wrapping...they were all about what was inside.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes I get so busy doing things for my loved ones, I fail to be with my loved ones.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My kids would rather wrap imperfect presents with me today than unwrap perfect presents in two weeks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My hubby would rather me snuggle with him on the couch than watch me struggle to adorn his Christmas present.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Today as we <a href="http://shannonmilholland.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-twelve-days-of-christmas-gift-of.html" target="_blank">continue</a> the 12 Days of Christmas, I want us all to unwrap the gift of being.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Let's give ourselves time with our families.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Let's give ourselves grace to giggle at our imperfections.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Let's give ourselves permission to execute a perfectly, imperfect Christmas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Most importantly, let's give ourselves the gift of being alone with the One whose birth is at the center of our party planning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Stop doing; start being. It's a gift you give to others by first giving to yourself.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886093879851123261noreply@blogger.com0