tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72917758043424425882024-03-14T01:49:22.169-04:00Dancing in the RainWe can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. ~Thornton WilderTheresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.comBlogger404125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-48445501439297352472023-06-18T16:44:00.001-04:002023-06-18T16:44:26.049-04:00skunk?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Does anyone know how to get skunk spray off of a phone? I have a perfectly good reason for needing this advice. Now, my husband might not think so or some of you but to me it is a PERFECTLY good reason. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlacBddwQ2sedDQhSeY-EtShHRnu2l7UetiErBE3hz8rfMBRU408-AcCpV3IbX-EgLy_vpZLkK2GfjrOBQ1KRyCqmpyC4ZPit9pOSYj0Q7Mp662IErjUG_8dgO7qp1gbZ4YLHFvrjOfWSmcUNTcYzjImkfFGesU_4LrtVkJrPvzEBCWpve4CjobkS-w/s4000/20230617_174338.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlacBddwQ2sedDQhSeY-EtShHRnu2l7UetiErBE3hz8rfMBRU408-AcCpV3IbX-EgLy_vpZLkK2GfjrOBQ1KRyCqmpyC4ZPit9pOSYj0Q7Mp662IErjUG_8dgO7qp1gbZ4YLHFvrjOfWSmcUNTcYzjImkfFGesU_4LrtVkJrPvzEBCWpve4CjobkS-w/s320/20230617_174338.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>I went for my walk yesterday. Oh, how I love summer. I came across this sign. I chuckled because it fit in nicely with the book I was listening to on tape. Basically, we don't know what is ahead but we do know who will join us there. I have been thinking a lot into the future. I will be returning to teaching on the fall and will be entering into a NEW grade. 1st. All the feels on that one. My kids are now blindingly so getting older. They are moving into themselves. My role is changing in so many areas at once. Sometimes I feel like I just need a minute (or month) to just catch up on everything. Even to think on where I am heading. But like the sign clearly says there will be twists and turns that I didn't see coming for me. Some for good and some for growing. As I walked on my twists and turns I ran into a friend. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFWI04AhFHKfmEaOffMX38xTN7xdT9nOPxBXty4mvpLIVmFJ4tji1yXYQJ4OqhhexsFi3jWy1GkN42AWHWk4ClOlvpKgHzB3D4rSI1SqKw0gSDVx-tirRGqbywFDxFW2C0aha-mStt1NF2pKHu2RNbmdEr90VqGQEXd5bTXTn2ui6zcUeF_64TE0lvQ/s4000/20230617_174612%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFWI04AhFHKfmEaOffMX38xTN7xdT9nOPxBXty4mvpLIVmFJ4tji1yXYQJ4OqhhexsFi3jWy1GkN42AWHWk4ClOlvpKgHzB3D4rSI1SqKw0gSDVx-tirRGqbywFDxFW2C0aha-mStt1NF2pKHu2RNbmdEr90VqGQEXd5bTXTn2ui6zcUeF_64TE0lvQ/s320/20230617_174612%20(2).jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Yes, that is a baby skunk. Standing on the side of the road while cars hurriedly whip right past. NOW, in my defense, last summer I experienced a similar situation. I was driving when I saw him being whipped around from the wind of people's tires driving past. So I did what any sane person would do. I turned around and parked. Right there in a curve I was going to save Little Mr. Skunk. I had seen that his mama had not made it and I could just leave hi there. I approached him and tried to shoo him off the road. That wasn't working. I noticed though that there was no smell. I got in the car and found a bag and went and put him in the bag nad carried him back to my van. I couldn't let him on the curve. I called Scott.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There was a lot more he said but all I remember was a big NO don't you bring that home. He was so tiny and so cute/Was I going to abandon him?? Certainly not. I also googled why he hadn't sprayed me and it turns out he was not old enough yet. Lots of story and pictures later nad I found a friend who could take him to a state park where he would find family. Not only did I learn baby skunks can't spray, but also that a mama skunk will take in any and all babies AND skunks are the number 2 carriers of rabies right behind racoons. In other words, kids DO NOT try this at home. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I turned a bend and there he was. I heard Scott's voice in my head. "Theresa, let it alone." But I couldn't I just couldn't. I approached him and I should have noticed although a baby he was bigger that my last friend. I needed to get him off the edge of the road and into the bush that led to the forest. I stomped and kicked in his direction. He wasn't amused. I MAY have waved my hand close to his face to get him to GO! He may have hissed. He may have sprayed a little. My phone may have been in the hand I was trying to shoo him with. He was a baby and it wasn't bad, but I could tell he for sure was a sprayer. Still I would not abandon him! I crossed the road and my foot smooshed into a wet muddy, muck but I did get a larger branch. I came back and used my large stick to poke and force him back into the green home. Finally he padded his way away from the edge of the road and into the forest. Tossing my stick, my good deed for the day was done. I hadn't noticed a smell until I brought my hand up to my forehead to wipe. Yeah, he was a little guy but he had gotten my hand. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Although my walk was not over, I decided to head home. Scott working in the basement was surprised to see me so soon. I had to come home I told him. His first words without even seeing me yet was "You better not have brought any animals with you." Not really but come here. He turned the corner and gagged. "How did you get sprayed by a skunk.?" Well, ya see there was this baby and he was at the edge of the road and... "I have heard this story before." "Yeah but this one was bigger that the last one and I guess he was big enough to spray." "You know you don't have to rescue the world?" "If only, but this little guy needed help." I went to shower and scrub (using Dawn dish soap make up wipes and everything I could think of. Eventually I couldn't smell is on me but I spent the rest of my evening wiping at my phone case. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><b>Trust God from the bottom of your heart. Listen for God's voice in everything you do, everywhere you go: He's the one who will keep you on track </b><p></p><p><b>Don't assume you know it all. Run to God! Run from evil!</b></p><p><b>Your body will glow with help your very bones will vibrate with life. </b></p><p><b>The Message- Proverbs 3:4-8</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-sK75fpZJF4Z-0aXTQ_c8YsK1wWnOwMNQmHbNKvJvWFKm7G3yp38rSBNizcbfv4K4RXQTWVgp3U7Vi749TglmGs0MBF1n7UffWVSQzo-tTz9ksshb-1LQGImruTvsPknt2gc6BvUvEvfoU6kR9QfDzZYaDa7DtG6pozABy-vGOumdNlD7EiFKdln7Q/s4000/20230617_175116.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-sK75fpZJF4Z-0aXTQ_c8YsK1wWnOwMNQmHbNKvJvWFKm7G3yp38rSBNizcbfv4K4RXQTWVgp3U7Vi749TglmGs0MBF1n7UffWVSQzo-tTz9ksshb-1LQGImruTvsPknt2gc6BvUvEvfoU6kR9QfDzZYaDa7DtG6pozABy-vGOumdNlD7EiFKdln7Q/s320/20230617_175116.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p>The curves and straight ahead. Certainly we never know what is around that bend. Perhaps a baby skunk who needs you. Or a new adventure or an ending you didn't see coming. Who knows. But the Word tells us if we trust (<span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something) God, we know that He will keep us on track. If I am sticking close, He will guide me. If I ever find myself in the middle of a big forest of the edge of a scary road, i know I won't been alone. We walk together He and I. It's not always easy or fast, or makes any sense, but one thing i know it that it is good. Very good. I am so glad that I never walk around. </span></p><p><br /></p><br /><p> </p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-83050642747174731372023-06-17T19:58:00.002-04:002023-06-17T19:58:24.422-04:00The Dance<p>I h<span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">ad a long car ride ahead of me, so I decided to look through some audio books and pick one to help pass the time. My passengers were teenagers so I knew they were much more interested in staring into the black abyss of their eye lids than having a chat with me. I have been a huge reader for as long as I can remember, but my genres seem to change in and out. Everybook I came across just didn't seem to cut it. I finally landed on a book called Franenstein by Dean </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Koontz. This book was a twist on the old story of the real monster that Dr. Frankenstein erected with some borrowed body parts and some electricity. However, the book picks up a couple of hundred years later, and the creator has found a way to not only stay alive, but also create even more intricately designed creatures for his master race. The "advanced" race is actually "born " out of a tank. Before they are "born" and readied for their assignment, they have had billions of mega bites of data </span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">downloaded</span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> into them. They may never have experienced World War II or a Steeler's football game, but all of that information has been downloaded. Just in case it becomes needed to </span></span><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">fulfill</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> their goal- whatever it is the master is breeding them for. </span></span></span></span></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Although that idea would knock me out of a job, I thought how interesting that would be. To download experiences and knowledge. Think of the time saver! The mistakes that could never be made. The time saved it would have saved me on memorizing the periodic table alone! *sidenote- which I have never been asked a question regarding the periodic elements and if in the case I was, I would I would look it up.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">It brought me back to my high school years sitting in youth group, and asking my leaders why it was so hard to figure out God's PLAN. Here I was at the end of my high school career and about to become an adult, and I had no idea where I was to be in 10 years. Much wiser than me, they explained about following Jesus step by step. Only enough light for the next step. That certainly was an afront to my type A personality. A step at a time. No, just no. I sighed and said "Maybe He could just send me an email." Everyone laughed. Meanwhile, I'm opening my email thinking "well God if you parted the red sea You could send me a quick note." </div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">But, alas, no email came. What if....I could have all the Christian knowledge downloaded into me? The Bible, the great commentaries, insightful pastors, and more! I would know! According to my Bible dictionary, Bible "knowledge" covers a wide range of meanings such as intellectual understanding, personally experience, emotion, and personal relationship. Intellectual understanding I would have downloaded! But the rest, not so much. </div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Have you ever seen the meme where it say how you think your life will go and it is a straight diagonal arrow going up. Then on the other side it says how it really goes with a mess of ups and downs and sometimes a mess of squiggles. On a Social Media post today, I saw that a famous country singer had sung Garth Brooks famous song "The Dance" and she said how it had reignited with her. </div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">As I listened, thoughts jumped around my head (as they often do). Maybe sometimes it is better not to know. You might just decided that the hurt is not worth the cost. But maybe that cost is what brings light to another. There are personal experiences, many personal experiences, that I would have loved to jump over. Then could I walk alongside of those traveling on the same road? Could I share the pain, the suffering, the learning, and sometimes beauty?</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">The chorus of the song "Our lives are better left to chance, I could have missed the pain, but I would have to miss the dance." My life is not up to chance. God knows every hair on my head and every ridiculous plan I ever had. He knows what I do before I do! As I walk just one day at a time with Him, I get to dance. Sometimes its a dance of leaping for joy, or perhaps one of mourning and sorrow. I know every step I take is moving me into the person I was created to be. As long as I keep my vision fixed on the Author and Perfecter of my faith. </div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">It also says in the song that had I known the way it all would end - I might have changed it all. That's why I can't know ahead. Because the path is not always roses and rainbows, but it is purposeful. It is planned. When I finally meet my end, I know every high and every low will be worth it. It is worth it to me, perhaps for someone, for the Kingdom, but it will all be worth it for Jesus. Because what a dance life is. And Jesus, no one would I rather be dancing with than you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_MyfN_8GDB3biDZb7Arg2hKGZmmAM5UWTD9ftR5j7BtUq_Z9qpoUcdNIyb2vRQrS8by9QgcfGfmam0IGMm39Q2PnaRI_vUddgDYwlZuECSAm-gUdkDDt0zjw01D21FbzQq-M9PzNRZoJw7BBNtz6Qnw44pBRYppJU9KZ69389sDht6VPbJT6iaX77TQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="408" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_MyfN_8GDB3biDZb7Arg2hKGZmmAM5UWTD9ftR5j7BtUq_Z9qpoUcdNIyb2vRQrS8by9QgcfGfmam0IGMm39Q2PnaRI_vUddgDYwlZuECSAm-gUdkDDt0zjw01D21FbzQq-M9PzNRZoJw7BBNtz6Qnw44pBRYppJU9KZ69389sDht6VPbJT6iaX77TQ" width="160" /></a></div><br /><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-29166229189812283532023-06-17T19:55:00.004-04:002023-06-17T19:55:35.670-04:00come and see<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The sky was perfect. The ocean was breathtaking. I rasied my camera to take a picture. When I looked at the picture, it didn't come anywhere close to capturing the magnificence in front of me. So I tried again. And again. Anyone who has tried to capture that perfect moment will tell you, the picture never does the real thing justice. </span></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I have a t shirt and it says "ask me about Jesus." I have not worn it yet because I haven't come up with what I would say if someone <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>does ask. I read in the Bible "But in your heart set apart Christ as Lord. ALWAYS be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give reason for the hope you have." 1 Peter 3:15</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Such a big question. I have stewed over this for months. Why do I believe the way I believe and why do I think you need it? </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">My mom taught me it. We all know (especially since I am now one) mothers hold the secret to life. Church told me and church leaders told me. The Bible is an absolutely fascinating book. This come from someone who has read thousands. Purely from a literacy stand point in my opinion it is unmatched. I could go on all day about that. Do I believe because what does it mean if I don't? </div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I have to have a better reason. After all, I stake my whole like on this. Could I tell you the times Jesus has done something miraculous in my life? So many times. Could I tell you about the time Jesus led me out and away from somewhere that wasn't for me and now I can see it? Over and over again. What about my times of worship or the quietness of a whisphered prayer. Truly when I look at the tapestry of my life I can't see a place God's hand wasn't at work. </div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">But you asked me about this Jesus. What can I tell you? Today I started reading in the Gospel of John. At the very beginning of it all, he turns to ask the men (his future disciples) "What are you looking for?" They were probably taken aback. Bible scholars think that may have meant just that or He may have meant a more theological question meaning "to remain, continue, or abide." In other words "What are you seeking in life?" Even in the best of circumstances, the clouds just right and colors breathtaking with the very best of I Phones, I can't capture the sunset. </div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I can and would love to tell you all Jesus has saved me from. The places I've been and the things I have seen. I can tell you when I know I heard His voice and have seen his hand. As hard as I try, I can't find the words. Like my sunset. </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">So, tell me about this Jesus. I would love to introduce you. Explain the basics. Storytime on what He has done for me. But when I look into your eyes and grab your hand I know you just don't "get it." His Word, of course, has the perfect answer. "Come and see." Because I am not sure what Jesus will mean to you. What He wants to do in your life. I don't have the words to express how much He loves you. That's ok. Because it will be your personal journey. No two are alike. </div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">We can meet and talk. Share things we learned and heard. Perhaps right then and there lift each other in prayer. Oh, but that's no sunset. To experience the sunset you need to be there. You have to see it for yourself. I'll walk to the top of the hill with you. Hold your hand and point to where it is. But only when you see and experience for yourself will you finally GET IT. So, tell me about Jesus. COME AND SEE.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQY3sfM35bRh3KFu-tS6JjZJhAqVVDpFAx8AsQvFT_5dkNRpPUdwBDT9dXNIps8dK4_VHq9-EjpPoM71P84X3fU9FeviP9T48oeAmakgDCeLfTE-FDF-VzEXe-uBXqgz15CZjD6H_e4CcwamX4cjecSR4LVLUi7-a4h3bc9DvuePhPc1q3sbtjV5k0hA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQY3sfM35bRh3KFu-tS6JjZJhAqVVDpFAx8AsQvFT_5dkNRpPUdwBDT9dXNIps8dK4_VHq9-EjpPoM71P84X3fU9FeviP9T48oeAmakgDCeLfTE-FDF-VzEXe-uBXqgz15CZjD6H_e4CcwamX4cjecSR4LVLUi7-a4h3bc9DvuePhPc1q3sbtjV5k0hA" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div></div>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-82280215292087727182022-05-28T04:36:00.004-04:002022-05-28T04:36:49.298-04:00Counting for life<p> I am just putting this out here cause I'm a writer and that's how I process things. Today my school had 2 amazing projects going on that caused a lot of adults to be in the building. I knew this. But why did I panic and throw up my hands in front of my kids as I walked them to specials? Why did I tighten the line up, scanning where they were and where the adults were? Why did I count my children over 20 times to make sure they were all still there? And then I stood outside the gym door until they were all safe inside with locked doors. Then I went back to my room and locked my door and tried not to have a panic attack. With all the voices in the hallway. Then I had to get them. I had already mapped out which halls we would take and what action I would take if needed. After walking very quickly back to my room -counting always counting- I counted one last time. And then locked my door. And my chest ached and my breathing was fast. How can you get PTSD from an event you have never been in? One child asks to go to the nurse. Oh no. Should I walk him with the whole class? That puts the whole class in danger again. Do I just send him out to the wolves? I let him go and say make sure I know the minute you are back. Like I won't be watching the door like a hawk waiting for him. I spend my prep brainstorming ideas on making the playground safer or bus dismissal safer. This isn't my first rodeo. Every...time this happens teachers everywhere go through this. We suffer in silence while everyone else in the world argues over whys and hows and whats while it's our bodies that we will throw in the line of fire. It's our voices that will scream run and then mindlessly fall back on our endless training. I just want you to know. I am sick of teacher bashing and hearing how broken of a system we have. Well that's because we are a broken people. And we have a world full of brokenness and not enough glue to fix. So I go on. With my nightmares, my planning, my nodding. I just wanted you to know the next round of bashing teachers rolls around. The over paid babysitter comments. The "anyone could do that" speeches. It is my honor to reach into the future like a teacher does. A blessing to have so many beautiful people come through your life. It is my please to watch children laugh and play. But there are the hard parts too. The dark heart of a person that wants to destroy our future, our hearts, our babies. Today was a nervous day. The next will be better. One day I may be able to go down a hall without counting. But not today.</p><p><br /></p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-78542186383328759402022-04-10T20:28:00.002-04:002022-04-10T20:28:37.272-04:00Maybe I was wrong<p>**An excerpt from the devotional <a href="https://www.amazon.com/When-Jesus-Shows-Up-Different-ebook/dp/B09PG973TL/ref=sr_1_3?crid=2CU0RCDEN2CAW&keywords=Theresa+Demi&qid=1649636826&sprefix=%2Caps%2C67&sr=8-3">When Jesus Shows Up: A Different Kind of Bible Study</a> by Theresa Demi</p><p><br /></p><p>I hung back. The crowds were screaming. Feet stomping dirt up into the air. The people had picked up palm branches and were waving them. "Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord! Blessed is the King of Israel!" In one giant wave, the crowd flowed on while I hung back. I bent over and picked up one of the branches they had laid in His path. Crushed and trampled. Broken and Bruised. I drug the plam down the inside of my hand and a thin river of blood mixed with my blood and sweat. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe I had misunderstood?</p><br />I hid in shadows and in the crowds. I listened to what the people were saying. One man shouted, "Did you hear? This is Jesus! The man who raised Lazarus from the dead!" A second man exclaimed, "Here He comes into the Holy city! He will do it, this one! He will deliver us from our oppression of the Romans!" The first man wiped at his sweaty brow. The excitement radiating out of his face. "Indeed! Surely a man who does wonders such as himself will find the role of King quite fitting!" They laughed . Their hope opened up from all to see.<br /><br />As they walked away, I realized I was holding my breath. I thought back to one of the first times I sat at Jesus's feet. I knew I shouldn't. It wasn't proper. It wasn't where I was suppose to be. But...but there was something about His voice. When He spoke it felt like a breeze on a hot summer day or a rain after the drought. Everything He said I stored away. Had He ever mentioned overthrowing the rulers? Of taking the place of King of our people to lead us out from Rome? No. He had not. I was sure of it.<br /><br />I pushed closer to the chaos. Another man, this one young and strong, grabbed hold of the older man in front of him. "Did you hear? This Jesus rose a man from the dead!" The older man shook his hand from him and he scoffed. "If I were you I wouldn't put a lot of faith into such fairytales."<br /><br />But Mary knew. The pain sliced through her chest as she remembered.She remembered. Nothing in her life had cut her as deep as her brother's death.<br /><br />As he struggled to breath I begged him, "Just hang on brother! He is coming! He will save you!" I knew it! I believed it more than I had ever believed in anything before. Then Lazarus stopped breathing. It was like the world suddenly went dark. I couldn't see or breathe. I collapsed. I remember waking up in my bed and staring at the ceiling. He hadn't come, and Lazarus was dead.<br /><br />I was sitting at the table staring at the very place I had sat at the teacher's feet. How could I have been so wrong? All of the sudden people were yelling that Jesus was here. Martha took off in a run. I couldn't bring myself to stand. He was too late.<br /><br />The master has asked for you Martha had said. At those words, my soul shattered. I stood up and ran .When I saw Him, my knees gave out and I fell at His feet. The place where at one time I had found hope and peace. "Master, if only you had been here, my brother would not have died!" I felt something on my head. I reached up, and it felt wet. I looked into the face of Jesus as tears rolled down His face. He did love my brother! Why had He not come?<br /><br />After that it was almost as if we were walking in a dream. We went to the tomb. Jesus told us to move the stone while ignoring the scoffing followers. And when Jesus called "Lazarus come out!" A rumbling began from the depth of the earth. A vibration was semt up into my body where my teeth because to chatter. Then all was quiet. Silent Then my brother walked out! Never would I doubt His faithfulness, compassion, and love.<br /><br />Someone pushed into me. I fell into the dust. The cloud chocked me, and there were feet all around. Afraid I might be trampled, I quickly rose to catch a last glimpse of Jesus before the crowd swallowed him.<br /><br />The last time I had been with Jesus, I knew something was coming for Him. I didn't know how to put what I felt into words. An end of sorts was coming. I had to do something before it came to tell Him how much I loved Him! How could I show him before it was too late. The urgency pounded in my head as my hands shook. Then I remembered the nard I had been saving. For what I never knew, but I had a feeing it would change everything. Tripping over my own feet I ran to grab it, as I walked towards Him, I admit I began to doubt. Something dark whispered in my ear. Softly at first. "You will make a fool of yourself! They will throw you out of His presence! Why waste such a gift?" But I pushed through. I kept walking. I broken open the jar and pour out my heart to Him. Where words seemed finite and not enough, I hoped that this offering might speak what my heart was crying.<br /><br />Then the darkness took on a voice I knew well. Judas. "What a waste!" I looked over at him and blinked. For a moment...I could have sworn I saw.... Darkness and shadows. Wrapping around his body. When he spoke again, my blood ran cold. "Why not sell this and give the profit to the poor?"<br /><br />Then Jesus spoke. The minute He spoke the darkness fled. I swear I thought I heard...maybe...a shriek? "Let her alone. She is anticipating and honoring the day of my burial. You will always have the poor with you. You don't always have me."<br /><br />Then I knew. The words..... burial....you won't always have me. I knew.<br /><br />As the crowd thinned as they followed the man they thought would soon be king, I caught a smell that made my heart leap and then drop at the same time. The perfume. The scent still lingered when I poured out my offering. When I wiped his feet with my hair. Anointing Him for burial. He was finishing what He had started. An end not a beginning. I knelt down in the dirt and dust and watched as my tears gathered in a puddle beneath.<br /><br />A king? A conqueror of Rome. How could I have been so wrong? Perhaps I was? He would be King! Hope bloomed in my chest. But something wasn't right although the word King rang true. I looked to the sky. Passover would begin soon. There was much to do. This was the time to thank God above for delivering us from the Egyptians. By the blood of the lamb, we were saved as the angel of death would not touch us if the blood covered us. A flash of red flew through my mind. The smell of blood. Something was coming. Something that would change the world forever. I thought I knew what was happening. Now I am not so sure. But one thing I do know. This man holds the keys to death. I had seen the darkness flee from his presence. I had seen it power gone with the opening of his mouth. I didn't know what was happening, but I did know whatever it was and for whatever reason, Jesus was allowing it. He walked straight , calm, because He knew<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcSQIvN8p9UW7PJsHUFJxj_DlJ2CU5yU2nSNmHdzLmnDiM-aVF-XgIInAF_Fn8T9UXEahBbrW5FY14i0HkZ4vH15eArqT9WhlqXVTIDXyD6gvL3NSpUZGJyvsaZwlCro9ZT5e5ObqQw2Uw/s1600/oil.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="742" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcSQIvN8p9UW7PJsHUFJxj_DlJ2CU5yU2nSNmHdzLmnDiM-aVF-XgIInAF_Fn8T9UXEahBbrW5FY14i0HkZ4vH15eArqT9WhlqXVTIDXyD6gvL3NSpUZGJyvsaZwlCro9ZT5e5ObqQw2Uw/s320/oil.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-68589948029636761462022-03-06T12:40:00.001-05:002022-03-06T12:40:00.167-05:00To my baby<p> My baby turns 18 today. He is a man. I can't go through pictures and memories because that might just push me over the edge of tears. I want this to be a celebration. A celebration OF HIM. What a man he has become. To know William is to LOVE him. His heart has more capacity to love than anyone I ever met. He genuinely and humbly loves people. He also loves his Lord and Savior and for that I am forever grateful. In spite of my many failings, he found Him. He experienced Him. I have always said that I can nothing of the earthly treasures or accolades my children acquire, but for this alone I pray- that they would be warriors in the kingdom. William leads in a gentle but mighty way. For this I am blessed beyond measure. </p><p><br /></p><p>Many of you know the story of how a doctor misdiagnosed me and told me I would not be able to have children. So scared that it would never happen I quickly found out 2 months after my wedding I was indeed pregnant. I do not see it lightly that I have been called upon to be this man's mother. But he makes it so so easy. He never, ever goes without an "I love you mom" and "thanks mom." He ponders over his goals and the people he loves and always puts other in front of himself. He has a special GRACE upon him that sets him apart. </p><p>I love my baby. He can turn 18 all he wants but he is still my baby. He will continue to grown in wisdom and strength, and he will still be my little boy. He will be holding his own miracle one day, and I will still see my blue eyes boy with a hand full of flowers. </p><p>Thank-you God for the privilege of being called to be his mom. I get teary eyes when I read in the Word that "Mary treasured all these things in her heart." There is a special place, a secret place, where mothers file away these memories. Where we get the chance to breath it all in and remember. </p><p>How blessed am I? More than I deserve for sure. Happy 18th birthday to the boy who made me who I never thought I could be. To the boy who stretches me to be a better person without even knowing it. To the one who challenges me daily to be better, and do better. </p><p>I love you William Alan to the moon and back and more than all the stars in the sky or grains of sand on the beach. You and your siblings are my greatest treasures. My most blessed part of who I am. </p><p>Now go- and move mountains. love always, Mama</p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-67794654696827724682022-03-05T12:36:00.002-05:002022-03-05T12:36:39.531-05:00Wanna bet?<p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfD4rmduNPpRxALkFH6gSTSsYGOvW5KSB5Z7QLmNWywondQju6wA4t4t1ZIwMr-BFmj8a_12z5SyZa6eQTFADQk_jUc5hIRuCbXIDBeeDNkXqJ6jfD0XVgYoYFN93Y38esqsHz9fGuWWrvNdy0h0Sr8Yt-owWUNmkRWSj53bDrJd3NMdLcZtMO75Dy0Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="524" data-original-width="750" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfD4rmduNPpRxALkFH6gSTSsYGOvW5KSB5Z7QLmNWywondQju6wA4t4t1ZIwMr-BFmj8a_12z5SyZa6eQTFADQk_jUc5hIRuCbXIDBeeDNkXqJ6jfD0XVgYoYFN93Y38esqsHz9fGuWWrvNdy0h0Sr8Yt-owWUNmkRWSj53bDrJd3NMdLcZtMO75Dy0Q" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> I am not a girl of risk. Risk is defined as "<span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;">expose (someone or something valued) to danger, harm, or loss." Why on Earth would someone choose to expose themselves to danger, harm, or loss. Ahhhh... For the payback. I am the girl that doesn't even play bingo or buy scratch off tickets. If it isn't a SURE thing, it's not my thing. </span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;"><br /></span><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;">The last couple of months I have had this on going conversation with God. After all the pain, disappointment, and death, I just threw up my hands and asked- He knows I am thinking it anyway- "Does it.....Did it have to be THIS way? I have been around the block and I get we need a sacrifice to pay the price, but this. Couldn't man at least have a slight bent to acknowledge the Holy. Their Maker. Does it have to be this hard following You?</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;"><br /></span><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;">What was really getting to me is with such reckless abandon people have forgotten Christ all together. And WHY?? FREE CHOICE! Now was THAT really necessary. I worked it out in my head. Why did you give us the choice. You knew we are creatures tossed by waves of oceans in our devotion. Why not just MAKE us?</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;"> "Love is not love until it is chosen, sweet daughter." God created a people who would not be forced into a relationship or created for the part to eternality praise Him without their own free will to forsake it. They would have to choose to do these things. It has to be in spirit and in truth. This is where the big guy and I split. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;"><br /></span><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;">We see so much rejection of Christ. How many do not even give Him a second thought in their day. Forget spending time in His presence, we have Netflix to watch and phone games to play. We have other stuff to make us feel good for the here and now. As God and I are trying to strike a deal, I offer, we still get to choose but we are born with more of a bent toward Him. So we would know, but then COULD actively turn away. At least start on the right path and go from there. Some would stay- ones that maybe wouldn't have come. He said no.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;"><br /></span><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;">Then I get my whine on. God, don't you see this disaster? I am sure it has to be killing you, if it hurts my heart. These are your kids. They almost are skipping into the depths of hell. Then He answered this weekend, The Greater the Risk, The Greater the reward, </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;">I looked it up. He was right. It seems in the betting world</span><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;">, if you want big profit you have to be willing to risk big. That is where the value is, in the unknown. In the chance. Charles Swindoll said "If we want the advantages of love, then we must be willing to take the risks of love."</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In this crazy betting case, you get two outcomes -you win BIG- bigger than without risk. Or you lose BIG, because you were willing to put it all on the line. That's why. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He wants all of you. He goes ALL IN. All His cards are on the table. His chips are in. I chuckled because I know I heard God say "Go Big or go home." He took a people he created and stepped back to give us the chance to make a choice to be with Him......or not. Not only that but His Word says in this life you will have problems, but be of good cheer, I have overcome them all. He already dealt with it. Sealed the deal in His blood. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now, it truly is our call. We can see what He has done. We can walk with our own free will into a relationship with him, or go it on our own. He doesn't leave room for a middle ground. The cross swallows that up. You will be either FOR Him or AGAINST Him. May I so humble say, if you are unsure, chances are you are not on the for Him side. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Because those of us on the for Him side know it. I can't make it without my Jesus. My heart breaks for the darkness in this place that truly rips out the heart of the Father. His deal was simple and matter of fact. If I am willing to go all the way, without ever turning back- so must you. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It creates authentic relationship. Based on mutual trust and love. I walked into this life. Eyes opened wide. Jesus said do not be surprised if people hate you, for they hated me first. Time for the church to be bold. To be stable. To be unstoppable. To be able to love people through it all, but not be quiet when the truth of separation of sin and darkness lays over your life. He alone has the words of life. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">After extensive discussion, I get it. His plan is perfect. He made it a choice so we could make it OURS. Not something handed over, but fought for. He risked it all and placed the bet on ME! He will never force himself on anyone. But IF YOU KNEW! IF YOU ONLY KNEW. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">So I'm all in. I am figuring out what that looks like. Day by day, sometimes hour by hour. Sometimes with a lot of I'm sorries. But He is too Good to let me where I am. He has a plan and a purpose and you are in it. But you gotta put all your chips in. You have to step over the line. It's scary and sometimes feels like you are out here on a limb. But I KNOW that I KNOW, my Father is pleased. Every precious drop of blood given as ransom for me, I will rejoice. My heart turned humbly to Him to give praise no matter what season I am in. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">That was the word I came away with after my conference "risk." It's scary, but He is faithful. Please, please consider where you are. If you need someone to talk it out with, I am here. I don't have all the answers by far, but I can tell you what it is like here on the other side. I will not say it's easy. I will not say it solves all your problems. I will not say you walk around all sunshine and rainbows, because the truth of it is this is not our home. We are but foreigners and strangers, ambassadors of the Heavenly Kingdom at best here. My heart is elsewhere and so should my allegiance be. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Risk. I don't know exactly what it looks like. But if You are there Precious Savior, Mighty God, Breath of Heaven, then I am all in. </span></p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-23861433284255128102022-02-01T18:34:00.000-05:002022-02-01T18:34:42.621-05:00The Curse of the Black Bloods...coming soon<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi19udhkXqV-3TUu42ut0G6AeSo4Lsmw8vw3TY0F9CQUyPt2xTDoK5sYDkoFGg2ix9yTIphbj2HM74oCP0sSArSnHi96C_GglQNfB92xvqQC_u4nC-Lq1N7KgjxSVp0kEcRjMTX0AeNddafX14ILwYxahsDPmzvdeycYNy2FzKo5p5mV_Y_3G7T09Cl3A=s2700" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi19udhkXqV-3TUu42ut0G6AeSo4Lsmw8vw3TY0F9CQUyPt2xTDoK5sYDkoFGg2ix9yTIphbj2HM74oCP0sSArSnHi96C_GglQNfB92xvqQC_u4nC-Lq1N7KgjxSVp0kEcRjMTX0AeNddafX14ILwYxahsDPmzvdeycYNy2FzKo5p5mV_Y_3G7T09Cl3A=s320" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Somethings you can never unsee</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="644" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5vSk4j5uCB5AP8O1lgTLJaaW9T_A3a3xyciDCYi7gO3NQC2BSWh7kGOfL6DS0Sx4smV3NeOhf5NV4tqcx-JXT3sFSZVsrDSw8ZqH6DZwUneoNzmpkLpyQMBM-7SzrWBaSZaxwjfnfqeJRYFBsPQ9VsgzexQbWCz2jV5R0ZFS1GsODyNxjQSZJGkpGiw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><span style="font-size: large;"> I didn't want ya'all to think I was gone again. My goal is to write more. Sooooo..... I revised and added questions to my 2nd novel :When Jesus shows up."I am going to be doing some marketing for this book. fun an prizes ti win!! THEN i just finished my First fiction novel. the book cover is amazing,. Content prettty good. I may wait until May and call it a beach book. i also have a<br />nother novel in the works called "100 days of praise" before Easter. We shall see. Blessings </span><p></p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-37186305597691676532022-01-18T09:47:00.002-05:002022-01-23T01:02:37.681-05:00Surrender<p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKorpdjgIXUxju2n2-shyuttbTKeG52Cmzr5a3NZh0Js_Ee4dYiUU10tQymvSaX4MXx-tqY3I-JvE2M76PV9HF5DCy5plUEG9zRlXJMgW_PJKWvtyNowkAN-0UHnoRjO9Zpt88Gif0OO9m55AHRDtNoONkpmuBEJMfpxjVHo9mVrDEws3MAApYhkagUg=s926" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="822" data-original-width="926" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKorpdjgIXUxju2n2-shyuttbTKeG52Cmzr5a3NZh0Js_Ee4dYiUU10tQymvSaX4MXx-tqY3I-JvE2M76PV9HF5DCy5plUEG9zRlXJMgW_PJKWvtyNowkAN-0UHnoRjO9Zpt88Gif0OO9m55AHRDtNoONkpmuBEJMfpxjVHo9mVrDEws3MAApYhkagUg=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> "My Grace is sufficient for you, for y power is made perfect i weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weakness, so that the power of Christ can rest on me." 2 Cor. 12:9</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I don't know about you but I hate feeling weak. I hate depending on others. After my hysterectomy, I thought I could do it all on my own. Paid for that. When back to work 3 weeks after a very extremely difficult delivery. When to a cousin's baby shower the day after gallbladder surgery. Every-time I do it this way, I pay. My famous phrase is "I got this" when I ain't got a thing. Even when it comes to God things I think I can so it myself. Like I could ever work hard enough. Be enough. Not on my own. But when I join with Him, His power works through me. It is Him not me that is working. That I long for. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I am reading a book for a class this morning and it so speak to me. It is something I have been struggling with lately, The question is "how much do you want Me? Cause you know it will cost you." Not sure of the cost, but I know it will be high. But I also know in my heart it will be WORTH it. Yet, my flesh still fears.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Do not fear, for I am with you, do not be dismayed for I am your God, I will strengthen you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." Isaiah 41:10</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Surrendering is not a pleasant thought either to me. Seems like quitting. But if I don't surrender and let go and allow myself to become weak I will never witness the power He can work through me. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Guys, I am not sure I know how to do that. So I pray. I ask God to help me surrender. To help me lay my life down so He and He alone can picj it up. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">So if you are reading this, can I ask a favor? Will you pray for me. That God would show me His Glory and I would let go. I need to let go. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Blessings my friends. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8MZbl-GRdY">Rest on us</a><br /></span></p><div class="ujudUb u7wWjf" data-mh="-1" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.58; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">As the Spirit was moving over the waters</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Spirit, come move over us</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Come rest on us</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Come rest on us</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb xpdxpnd" data-mh="-1" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.58; margin-bottom: 12px; max-height: none; overflow: hidden; transition: max-height 0.3s ease 0s;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">As the Spirit was moving over the waters</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Spirit, come move over us</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Come rest on us</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Come rest on us</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb xpdxpnd" data-mh="-1" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.58; margin-bottom: 12px; max-height: none; overflow: hidden; transition: max-height 0.3s ease 0s;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">So come down</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Spirit, when You move, You make my heart pound</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">When You fill the room</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">You're here and I know You are moving</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">I'm here and I know You will fill me</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb xpdxpnd" data-mh="-1" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.58; margin-bottom: 12px; max-height: none; overflow: hidden; transition: max-height 0.3s ease 0s;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Come down</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Spirit, when You move, You make my heart pound</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">When You fill thе room</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">You're here and I know You arе moving</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">I'm here and I know You will fill me</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb xpdxpnd" data-mh="-1" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.58; margin-bottom: 12px; max-height: none; overflow: hidden; transition: max-height 0.3s ease 0s;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Hey, come fill us up</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Come fill us up</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Come fill us up</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb xpdxpnd" data-mh="-1" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.58; margin-bottom: 12px; max-height: none; overflow: hidden; transition: max-height 0.3s ease 0s;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">And as the Spirit was moving over the waters</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Spirit, come move over us</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Come rest on us</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Come rest on us</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb xpdxpnd" data-mh="-1" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.58; margin-bottom: 12px; max-height: none; overflow: hidden; transition: max-height 0.3s ease 0s;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">As the Spirit was moving over the waters</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Spirit, come move over us</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Come rest on us</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Come rest on us (I feel the fire)</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb xpdxpnd" data-mh="-1" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.58; margin-bottom: 12px; max-height: none; overflow: hidden; transition: max-height 0.3s ease 0s;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Fire and wind, come and do it again</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Open up the gates, let Heaven on in (come)</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Come rest on us (won't You come?)</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Come rest on us (I feel the fire)</span></span></div>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-90784513353563662882022-01-17T09:39:00.000-05:002022-01-17T09:39:02.059-05:00The Arts=Life<blockquote style="border: none; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for this message.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span> You all know by now I am a Jesus girl. BUT did you know that I was once a proud actress/vocalist of the Cambria Heights School District Music/ Musical Program. I was a VERY shy kid. Would never talk in class. Would hate when the teacher called on me to speak. I was very quiet and never, ever wanted to be noticed. I also never "fit" anywhere. </span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;">UNTIL I got old enough to join chorus. Singing. My Son got a key chain from his grandparents yesterday that said "Where words fail, there is music" and he said "mom, that's me." AND that's me. When I sang I could breath. I could be loud. I feel confident. It took me out of my box and made me ME. Then I joined theater. When I say it literally saves lives that is no joke. I was heading down a not so great path. But although I KNOW Jesus pulled me off it, I also know he used the Arts to do it.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> When I was on stage I was someone else. I didn't have to hide in my corner. I was so and so. I could dance and sing and all I saw was the stage lights. People faded away. It was me and the stage. I also made the best friends and made the strongest of bonds. Theater people don't judge. They are real about their struggles and life. We "act" on stage, but then we are free to get real with those around us about our true struggles. Others chime in or simply hug us. They tell us we are someone and something! </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;">The day my William told me he was joining Chorus I about cried. When he said he was joining the musical I did cry. He is my shy, awkward, sweetest soul child, I knew this was his moment. He was blessed with an incredible voice. This would be perfect for him. I never thought it possible but the music program at Cambria Heights has made him a LEADER. He is the "torch bearer" which is the guy handing out all the encouragement. If you would have known his in 5th grade you would not believe it. William has friends from every walk of life. He loves them so passionately. I am willing to bet, with the help of His faith and Jesus, he has saved quite a few souls with his perfect words. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;">When I hear about programs being cut, my heart feels such a pain I swear it is going to fall out of my chest. Sure, we need to learn about balancing a checkbook, and reading the local news. BUT the Arts mold us into PEOPLE. It gives us vision and strength. It provides us with LIFE. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Support your local Arts program. Truly, it is saving someone's life. </span></b></span></div><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p></blockquote><p><br /> </p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-65155378942361471822022-01-09T15:08:00.001-05:002022-01-09T15:09:03.759-05:00When Jesus Shows Up<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/When-Jesus-Shows-Up-Different/dp/B09PHH9KQ4/ref=sr_1_1?crid=WBDZH6A6T7YF&keywords=when+jesus+shows+up+a+different+kind+of+bible+study&qid=1641758278&sprefix=When+Jesus+Shows+%2Caps%2C475&sr=8-1" target="_blank">When Jesus Shows Up</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">click the link to be taken to Amazon</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPMXWrpbolnr-DVjS4rbqJF2rSdsgODhjkylPLj07-9Gu5ulIAoWLJBrGfiA2thO1aNXIdnsvJKGo467xzAQ_IbXVVdEzZmQEGbKz-wgu5aFj-OkQUqsKWwWzAGWKRKomXbjQ1z7kcfqD01xbDmEwhAXctreE3R5_uzqX2zLwkxrb5nOmd5BlC8B-i5Q=s4000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2667" data-original-width="4000" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPMXWrpbolnr-DVjS4rbqJF2rSdsgODhjkylPLj07-9Gu5ulIAoWLJBrGfiA2thO1aNXIdnsvJKGo467xzAQ_IbXVVdEzZmQEGbKz-wgu5aFj-OkQUqsKWwWzAGWKRKomXbjQ1z7kcfqD01xbDmEwhAXctreE3R5_uzqX2zLwkxrb5nOmd5BlC8B-i5Q=w446-h297" width="446" /></a></div><br />I wrote it before I knew it. I wrote it before I believed it. I thought I did but I had no idea. I have told you all before about struggling with my worth. When the friend asked me what I thought I was worth and I said, I don't know. But I know I am replaceable. She was stunned and I had no idea what had throw her off. NOW I DO. Cause I believe this closing in this book. I KNOW my worth. I KNOW who my father is. I KNOW he has anointed me to speak the good news and set the captives free. I KNOW He has plans and I say "Amen!"<p></p><div>I know many of you are not "book" people, BUT GOD. (my regular readers get that reference). I am not trying to get rich off of this book and honestly, I donate any made money back into ministries that need it. I just want you to know how amazing my Jesus is. God has blessed me to write. So I'll write. If you are looking, wondering, lost, or just need a pick me up- check out "When Jesus Shows Up" because when he shows up, wow do things happen. This book is a combination of stories of my life and stories from the Bible (although I make a disclaimer that you read the real story in the Bible first then my imagination). </div><div><br /></div><div>If the price AMAZON sets 15 is too much, get ahold of me. I can offer Author copies at a fraction of the price. Like I said I am not making a living out of this (Although Lord, maybe someday?), I just want you to read it. Not for my Glory- ever. But see what JESUS does in our lives and others when He shows up. I guarantee you will never be the same if you ask Him to really show up. </div><div>Here is my conclusion that I NOW BELIEVE......</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8b79dc8-7fff-96d0-b832-985ebeed7fc8"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Who am I? A girl who has received a gift of salvation, joy, and peace that I can never repay. I am a child of God whose heart grieves for those who are separated from him. I am a Victor because I know how the story ends. I am a warrior for the name of Christ where I can fight my battles in prayer and praise. I am someone who may from time to time fall and scrape my hands and knees, but I get back up. I always get back up and reach for my fathers hands who lifts me up. I am a woman who loves to sit at the feet of Jesus to hear his voice and the place my head against his chest to hear his heartbeat for us. I am a daughter whose tears are wiped with my father’s hand. I am a child of God surrounded by his protection of the mortal and never ending warriors. A girl with hope, strength, and understanding only though through his name. I am above death. I am adopted into a royal family that will reign forever and ever. I am chosen to point you to the comforter, healer, and counselor. The weapons are formed against me, they will not prosper because you go before me in front, behind, and beside.</span></span></div><br /><br /></div>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-5282321054244004902022-01-02T08:01:00.005-05:002022-01-02T08:01:00.159-05:00Loving my Jesus <p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnJFGtAXxGs">Loving my Jesus</a>- Click the link for the song</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4TXTRyr4SOkMCrhy1VcuLtp0i7sFOMaxuChCr_5MrK_f6naXkGrjCyYekSbygj9XeHku7wo0moX0dwcES-TJL3Znhdil-2BDnLNhNDmWBMCIFXGwwuORQArjS18G6hJpVKlDkKvmbEBL/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="812" data-original-width="1716" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4TXTRyr4SOkMCrhy1VcuLtp0i7sFOMaxuChCr_5MrK_f6naXkGrjCyYekSbygj9XeHku7wo0moX0dwcES-TJL3Znhdil-2BDnLNhNDmWBMCIFXGwwuORQArjS18G6hJpVKlDkKvmbEBL/" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">I was a wandering soul</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Traveling a well worn road</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A sinner so far from home</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">No second chance in sight</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">I heard You call my name</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">I felt You lift my shame</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">And I made a vow that day</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">That I'd spend the rest of my life</span></div><p></p><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Loving my Jesus</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Showing my scars</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Telling my story of how mercy</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Can reach you where you are</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">And I pray the whole world hears</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">The cry of my heart</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Is to see all the ones I love</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Loving my Jesus</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Sin tries to make you hide</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Whispers that same old lie</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Keep all your pain inside</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">'Cause no one will understand</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">The last thing this lost world needs</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Is someone I'm trying to be</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Truth that has set me free</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Is that I'm just a broken man</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Loving my Jesus</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Showing my scars</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Telling my story of how mercy</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Can reach you where you are</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">And I pray the whole world hears</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">The cry of my heart</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Is to see all the ones I love</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Loving my Jesus</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">When all is said and done</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">When my last song's been sung</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">I stand face to face with the one</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Who gave all for me</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">May all I have to show</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Be all that mattered most</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Making Your great name known</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Let this be my only legacy</span></div><div class="ujudUb WRZytc" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Loving my Jesus</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Showing my scars</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Telling my story of how mercy</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Can reach you where you are</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">And I pray the whole world hears</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">The cry of my heart</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Is to see all the ones I love</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">All the ones I love</span><br /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Loving my Jesus</span></div><p><br /><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-26286444150708410252022-01-01T00:00:00.013-05:002022-01-01T00:00:00.161-05:00My Word<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghLFKxYEvAhqMEub20Tgsd5tSus2daJtP-Y6LXrxGgs-BU0dn2a0npZZQs1ya9rdIKD1vPeKbB9rSgddw8nGCjONWej9A3wUpa2PqtDrQ7jQYOoCF7arsKxV0XXL2R2iPLr4CRUf6NHS_XJ48VM5aUHUmihe74SWn4-vkG3AR6Xqom0cNXA8in8xoIcA=s1656" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="802" data-original-width="1656" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghLFKxYEvAhqMEub20Tgsd5tSus2daJtP-Y6LXrxGgs-BU0dn2a0npZZQs1ya9rdIKD1vPeKbB9rSgddw8nGCjONWej9A3wUpa2PqtDrQ7jQYOoCF7arsKxV0XXL2R2iPLr4CRUf6NHS_XJ48VM5aUHUmihe74SWn4-vkG3AR6Xqom0cNXA8in8xoIcA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div> I started doing this a couple of years ago sort of in place of a New Year Resolution. I pick a word for the year. The first year I did it I picked thankful. That word just coming to my mind. When I had enough I was thankful. When I was lacking, I was thankful. Sometimes I would find myself just saying that word over and over. It would change my perspective. Because how I have argued forever now- Words are powerful.<p></p><p>I was thinking about what this year's word would be and it came to me with zero hesitation. TRUTH. </p><p>A friend and I were talking a couple weeks ago, and we were talking about identify. I never really took the time to think about what I though about my identity. I was honest. I said I thought I was replaceable. Not worth much. Sometimes a burden. The only worth I found was in doing for my family, but even then I thought someone else could do a better job than me. </p><p>As this friend and I talked, I felt like my eyes were open. I have the indwelling of Christ in ME! He doesn't inhabit junk. He created me and loves me. He uses me and loves me. I am important. </p><p>That was the "easy" part. The hard part was believing it. The story came to mind about Jesus being the Good Shepard and the sheep ONLY follow HIS voice. They run from the enemy's voice. I have to know what is true and what is the enemy. Then I can tell the enemy who is whispering lies into my ear and say no! That is a lie form the pit of hell and I will not take it on. I will choose the voice of truth. </p><p>Then I came home and opened my bible randomly and guess what scripture it fell to. The very one we were just talking about. God wink</p><p>To quote Casting Crows (go listen to the voice of truth song if you need to) The Voice of Truth tells me a different story. The voice of truth says do not be afraid. The voice of truth says this is for my Glory. Out of all the voices calling out to me, I will choose and listen and believe the voice of truth. </p><p>2022- The year of TRUTH</p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-63850133734095184582021-12-30T18:06:00.001-05:002021-12-30T18:09:30.399-05:00Dearest Cody, <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5AlRBvq04WOPboOhDK2O0EMoZcRYVHHgwmgE1De5ayXsOnpCXR-sE5jBfKcBj0fHlBjp1GHYogz_Gkcl9OJDJsaGFPnFbbTtUjkB1-pna-h-WtOco4H7v1TKSlis5UFrBE0o1MEdMc8NGJd8Tiu0z3HfFErEUdXZkdzuGQEC8gtsZY_kZ5HMk-93Qnw=s4000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5AlRBvq04WOPboOhDK2O0EMoZcRYVHHgwmgE1De5ayXsOnpCXR-sE5jBfKcBj0fHlBjp1GHYogz_Gkcl9OJDJsaGFPnFbbTtUjkB1-pna-h-WtOco4H7v1TKSlis5UFrBE0o1MEdMc8NGJd8Tiu0z3HfFErEUdXZkdzuGQEC8gtsZY_kZ5HMk-93Qnw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> December 30, 2021- evening sky</div><p></p><p>I am not sure if you'll get this, but I'm asking God to deliver it priority mail. Maybe by angels. But this is what I do when I have too big of emotions. I write. Say hi to Gram Jean for me. She loved you so very very much. Maybe she has a butter bread waiting for ya! Tell my Dad hello since you were birthday buddies. I want you to know you will always be with us. When someone lives in your heart they never really leave you, I remember you being such a smart kid. Your mom was so proud of you. I also remember when my car broke down and you offered to take me to work. I told you no, but you said get in. When we got there and you dropped me off, I said thank you so much and you said no thanks needed. Because that was you. "No thanks needed." A good hearted one of a kind guy. We will try our best to help each other out. Fill in the gaps. But no one ever can fully fill in the Cody gap. We love you. So much. Not we loved you. But we LOVE you. Because I know you are in paradise with no more sickness, death, or pain. Eternal love. We are the ones who get the short end of the stick. We live here still. Without you. Even though it hurts so much, we know you get a jumpstart on paradise. I know if you can you'll be watching out for us. Like always. I love you Cody. God speed. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ArTVxopfipXaQM1Qbz4TzUG9DGlgFa03fx2t_tsXnOOXDiEanDOwh6ftLsl091VT4G7sX-TiDXgUI55gI_6ZCyfVQ5rZZF64DhjvNWP-8V8YlWt4fRkHo9x07Zxl9gdrAx1gKaqrQzNW/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1002" data-original-width="1008" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ArTVxopfipXaQM1Qbz4TzUG9DGlgFa03fx2t_tsXnOOXDiEanDOwh6ftLsl091VT4G7sX-TiDXgUI55gI_6ZCyfVQ5rZZF64DhjvNWP-8V8YlWt4fRkHo9x07Zxl9gdrAx1gKaqrQzNW/" width="241" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /><br /></p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-32409461289053921722021-12-29T13:30:00.004-05:002021-12-29T13:31:14.539-05:00Ode to Pastor Roy and Janice Gearhart<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj19i0ci5qhydhQaTf60yx8Aa9plBBHkVAaXN5Gxk-ZgpG7QaVryJp_9XGNS7skTc4lGnjO6MFKWr1tK2rUarNtdczPRhirioDpNxLLxsXt8lRQuoFbWHxxKdtn1egSqkCoovVcNLRby4LCB58UV1PUwjexJLwUCxZHeStjV1LnT3BOgtQHk_nKzSYfPw=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1080" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj19i0ci5qhydhQaTf60yx8Aa9plBBHkVAaXN5Gxk-ZgpG7QaVryJp_9XGNS7skTc4lGnjO6MFKWr1tK2rUarNtdczPRhirioDpNxLLxsXt8lRQuoFbWHxxKdtn1egSqkCoovVcNLRby4LCB58UV1PUwjexJLwUCxZHeStjV1LnT3BOgtQHk_nKzSYfPw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">This picture is everything. I seriously get choked up over it. The man in the front and the woman in the back row three people over literally changed the trajectory of my life (With the Holy Spirit of course).</span></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>We have a little white church on top of the hill here where I love and it shares a Pastor with another church in another town. These two people started a youth group. He PASTORED and DID THE YOUTH. Trust me, we were quite the bunch and he put up with his fair share for sure. I know quite the crown awaits Roy and Janice Gearhart in heaven. We were a small group on top of the hill. We met once a week. Sometimes there would be 2 kids sometimes more, but they KEPT SHOWING UP! Trust me, we had zero interest in discussing God, Jesus, the Bible, or anything of the sort. We just wanted to hang out. THEY KEPT SHOWING UP! They introduced us to Christian music and took us places. They showed the love of Christ through sleepovers, pancakes, and hikes. They loved us at our most selfish and unlovable time in our lives (hello middle school and high school.) </p><p>One day they asked if we wanted to go to camp. I did not have the money or the want to. They raised money for us to go. That little white church said to us YOU ARE WORTH IT! Pastor Roy convinced us to go. And Guys.......I GOT SAVED. </p><p>From there I have shared the gospel by becoming a counselor my self at Christian camp. My whole family got saved! My kids are saved. Roy and Janice broke generational curses (with Jesus of course) BY JUST SHOWING UP FOR US. </p><p>I don't remember one lesson Pastor Roy taught. But I do remember Janice and His love. Oh how they loved us. Pastor Roy gave me my first Bible. Who would I be if they were too busy? If they thought us too difficult. If they didn't love us so well. I pray they know how much they mean to us. Everyone of us were impacted by their love of Jesus. </p><p>NOW- Scott and I used to be youth leaders ourselves. We loved it. Took kids on trips, did worship, and gave them the word. Then we started moving around and well, 5 kids and all. I have 4 children who are youth group aged. They don't want preached at by mom again. </p><p>Listen, if you are in a church that does not have a youth group, I plead with you to step up. I am not talking to Pastor's here because they got plenty on their plate. We need people who will LOVE our children. That is the only requirement. There are lessons on line and games. But let them gather and talk over the hard stuff and get out their Bibles. </p><p>Today more than ever we need our kids in church and learning the word. Learning the TRUTH. The have so many falsehoods coming from all angles. They need truth and they need loved. Please, please consider what you could do for this ministry. If you already have a youth leader - AWESOME- give them a starbucks card. Maybe offer to drive, or donate money to the youth. If that little white church on the hill wouldn't have helped pay, I never would have made it to camp. MAYBE God would have caught me another way in time. But I was already heading down a not so great path. Even if you single out your youth and say hello. Ask them questions. Connect with them so they know they are wanted there. </p><p>People- we got to get our kids. If we think that they are going to be just ok with no church and no youth then the world culture will gladly and effortlessly snatch them away. We are the heads in our house. I decided a long time ago "As for me and my house we will serve the Lord." My kids may get tired of my quoting scripture at them, or hanging it all over the house. I may be a different kind of mom, but my kids are going to KNOW Jesus or I'll die trying. </p><p>But I need your help. Your church needs your help. You could be the one. Your choice could impact generations. Please, pray, and consider showing up. </p><p>Roy and Janice Gearhart- I love you both with all my heart. I know you have heard me say it before but I'll say it again- Thank-you for showing up and loving us. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-79876482672181275942021-12-25T19:25:00.005-05:002021-12-25T19:53:26.814-05:00mix match<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmoGDWhwwQJCpMMTK4E-wYcAMZDIFVm6R86xavjotSfM-wSWI16FCu9SPWkKhhGsSET9l21FHxGJQdZLKvz2mQinpPkdL4jbjnjxeiDMk-NMhdc-Oorr9nbZpUd_IWfkvWvtYXbiP2XtHbVFW8hAKRbhfu6UEW8X6bTJtrf9UNpRBSMrLaQbYHVQ4PHg=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmoGDWhwwQJCpMMTK4E-wYcAMZDIFVm6R86xavjotSfM-wSWI16FCu9SPWkKhhGsSET9l21FHxGJQdZLKvz2mQinpPkdL4jbjnjxeiDMk-NMhdc-Oorr9nbZpUd_IWfkvWvtYXbiP2XtHbVFW8hAKRbhfu6UEW8X6bTJtrf9UNpRBSMrLaQbYHVQ4PHg=w177-h274" width="177" /></a></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;">I got a new pair of green beautiful ear rings. So my whole Christmas outfit was built around those. Green dress, necklace, and ring- check. I also grabbed a fancy silver bracelet to flare it up. Except I didn't notice the bracelet wasn't solid silver. It had tiny flecks of purple. I looked down at it and thought "oh no" and almost took it off but then something stopped me short. Purple...the color of Easter.</p><p>Mark 15:17 <br />And they clothed His body with purple, and platted a crown of thorns and put it on His head</p><p>Mark 15:20 And when they had mocked Him, they took off the purple from Him and put on His own clothes on Him and led Him out to crucify Him.</p><p>Purple- The color of royalty. The color they used to mock His claim that He was truly a king, but not of this world. Oh Jesus. Sometimes in the celebration of your birth we forget that you, Your Father, and the Holy Spirit knew the end before the beginning. </p><p><span style="background-color: white;">Wrapped in swaddling clothing at birth and wrapped in swaddling clothing in death. A borrowed manger and a borrowed tomb. An eternity behind him and an eternity before him.</span></p><p>Oh Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. That famous song that is sung throughout the Christmas season "Mary did you know?" I am not sure what all she knew, but I am certain Jesus understood the assignment. He knew he would be mocked, deserted, beaten, and finally killed. He came anyway. </p><p>I imagine the Father looking at the Son. The Son staring into the darkness. "I'll go." No hesitation. No shaking voice. No looking back. His people needed Him to be the bridge and if that meant he went from a God Head to a baby who needed his diaper changed, so be it. </p><p>With Adam, the gauntlet was thrown down. With Jesus birth, challenge was accepted and victory was coming. BUT not before he had to make it from the beginning to the end. Today we celebrate the beginning of the greatest redemption story of all time. . "The weary world rejoicing." Finally, the Messiah has come. But Jesus knows what is coming for Him. Who is coming for Him. What has Him in His sights. He came down anyway.</p><p>My bracelet with my tiny purple gems reminded me that in the celebration of Christmas may we not forget why He was coming. How will it finish? With the end of death, sin, pain, sickness, and every other plague this world counters with. BUT FIRST. He has to come. He has to decide to come even when he knows what awaits. He did it. For me and you and NEVER looked back.</p><p>He didn't have to come. But He did. Thank-you my sweet, precious Savior for coming even when I don't deserve it or could ever pay you back. We needed you. So you came. Thank-you. </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-42845492096733538172021-12-23T18:20:00.002-05:002021-12-23T18:20:30.881-05:00Shepherds who had nothing<p style="text-align: center;"><b> Hallelujah means God be Praised!</b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguSU9AAAwJTv4ZEnmn2szdlzhLoZXB6E9a6YIAq8ainUqhF2ZmjOoVlqhrrEG9Uj8nyvPcTYVD31-Usv54nHm1NLlJNPitTFQp1VtXPl8n5jB3goTA_8WCXm7U3dooYWmv-cwHZ2ziVSQV/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="924" data-original-width="1300" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguSU9AAAwJTv4ZEnmn2szdlzhLoZXB6E9a6YIAq8ainUqhF2ZmjOoVlqhrrEG9Uj8nyvPcTYVD31-Usv54nHm1NLlJNPitTFQp1VtXPl8n5jB3goTA_8WCXm7U3dooYWmv-cwHZ2ziVSQV/" width="320" /></a></div>"That night there were shepherds staying in the fields nearby guarding their flocks of sheep. Suddenly an angel of the Lord appeared among them. They were terrified, but the angel reassured them. "Don't be afraid. I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people. The Savior- yes, the Messiah, the Lord has been born today in Bethlehem , the city of David! And you will recognize him by this sign: you will find a baby wrapped snuggly in strips of cloth lying in a manger." Suddenly, the angel was joined by a vast host of others- the armies of heaven- praising God and saying, "Glory to God in the highest heaven, and peace on Earth to those with whom God is pleased." Luke 2:8-14<p></p><p>The ABSOLUTE greatest news in history, and who does God go to first. The Shepards. The lowest rung on the social ladder. The ones who had nothing to bring. Not only does God just show them in a dream or by a star, but he bring out THOUSANDS of angels to sing and shine and declare. </p><p>The ones who had nothing to bring. No gift of gold or mirth here. What can they bring him? The Glory He deserves and then testifying about it to everyone they meet. The same as today! </p><p>That is so our God. He isn't looking for the most prestige, influencers. He is looking for men who would hear the news, believe it, run to see it, and then spread the news. They "told everyone what had happened." vs 17. No embarrassment about being thought of as crazy or delusional. They saw it and they shared it. </p><p>A shepherd. - Later in scripture Jesus tells His people He is the Good Shepard and His sheep will only listen to his voice. Our God. Always lifting up the lowly. Always exalting those who never asked for it. A God of and for the people. </p><p>I read this scripture and closed my eyes. Can you imagine? A vast host of angels- thousands- angels as far as you can see. All singing glory to God. Why? Because He is the God of the highest heaven, </p><p>Why else? Cause Peace is a comin'. The world that has been lost in sin and separated from their Father. The people who just couldn't find their way back home. Peace on Earth to those with whom God is pleased. </p><p>Let Him be your peace this Christmas. Forget the wrapping, baking, decorating, and more. The bible tells us to ponder what is Holy. God telling us all, come to me everyone. </p><p>I know I didn't post as much as I would have liked to (a work in progress) , but as I told you in the beginning of December, the song of the little drummer boy hit me different this year. I never even liked the song previously. Here I spent the whole month pondering "What can I bring Him as poor as I am?" When I walked into the sanctuary of church last week, Little Drummer Boy was playing. We call those God winks in out family. God saying I see you. I know what you are doing. Keep going baby girl. You git this. </p><p><b>Hallelujah! </b></p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-91391537553313933152021-12-22T15:06:00.000-05:002021-12-22T15:06:07.324-05:00But God<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tAAqT7TMyCBE6uArR7w8gp6ctfFbBqTNf5J6NBCFihF4bez5tY__RkO0sQPrMReqWSbbLTkrfXYHcV4fmN8thEixoLa77-HKZOYiUn1VC2fATIeVCH-rWYRZY755jC-dvwU91QutxLAl/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="522" data-original-width="684" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tAAqT7TMyCBE6uArR7w8gp6ctfFbBqTNf5J6NBCFihF4bez5tY__RkO0sQPrMReqWSbbLTkrfXYHcV4fmN8thEixoLa77-HKZOYiUn1VC2fATIeVCH-rWYRZY755jC-dvwU91QutxLAl/" width="314" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;">But God…
It gets me every time. I am reading a good book, and I look at the amount of pages left. “No way are they going to be able to wrap this all up in that amount of time.” Or “This author has backed himself into a corner. No way is he getting out.” But they do! I close the book and say “they did it.”
That is how I feel about Christmas. The world was so dark. People had turned to their own fleshly desires and worldly wants. (Almost) everyone had forgotten the God who had parted the red sea and saved them from slavery. No one was worshiping in spirit and truth. It became more of a social gathering than a place of devout worship. The world was dark.
Did you think I was speakin g about right before Jesus came? Because I sort of was. But I sort of was talking about this afternoon too.
Darkness. The absence of light. Had there not been darkness, the light would not have had to come. Had the author not got his main character into a big heap of trouble, help wouldn’t have to be on the way. Had I just listened to Him in the first place, I wouldn’t be sitting here, in the dark, not able to see my own hands in front of my face.
I do so love the story of Mary wrapping her perfect child and laying him in a manger. I love the shepherds getting the first Christmas celebration from the heavenly sky. I love the “unto us a child is given,” You want to know though what my favorite Christmas verse is. John 1:4 “The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it.” What a promise. What a God.
The Bible tells us in John 1:10 that “He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not.” Also, John 3:19-20 “And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men love darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.” Again, am I talking about December 2021 or 1 A.D. I think both. Time after time, God’s creation got themselves in trouble. They rebelled. They forgot. They went their own way. Every. Single. Time. They ended up stranded in darkness with no way to see or get out. And yet GOD
Acts 26:18 “…Yes I am sending you to the Gentiles (all of us who are not Jewish) to open their eyes, so that they may turn from darkness to light and from the power of satan to God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins and an inheritance among those sanctified by faith in Me.”
We put ourselves in the dark. We know better. We can do better. But here we are…. again. I remember doing a bible study of the Old Testament and kept thinking people come on! Over and over we go. Don’t you remember? Has He not shown you? You know what is waiting on the other side of that feel good right now sin. Then it hit me. It’s me. I am an Israelite. I have forgotten the past miracles of God that He has done throughout my whole life. I am the one complaining about the manna he is providing form the goodness of His Father heart. I am the one stumbling in darkness, knocking into stuff, knocking over stuff, and I can’t see.
And yet. And God.<br /></span><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;">
It gets me every time. I am reading a good book, and I look at the amount of pages left. “No way are they going to be able to wrap this all up in that amount of time.” Or “This author has backed himself into a corner. No way is he getting out.” But they do! I close the book and say “they did it.”
That is how I feel about Christmas. The world was so dark. People had turned to their own fleshly desires and worldly wants. (Almost) everyone had forgotten the God who had parted the red sea and saved them from slavery. No one was worshiping in spirit and truth. It became more of a social gathering than a place of devout worship. The world was dark.
Did you think I was speakin g about right before Jesus came? Because I sort of was. But I sort of was talking about this afternoon too.
Darkness. The absence of light. Had there not been darkness, the light would not have had to come. Had the author not got his main character into a big heap of trouble, help wouldn’t have to be on the way. Had I just listened to Him in the first place, I wouldn’t be sitting here, in the dark, not able to see my own hands in front of my face.
I do so love the story of Mary wrapping her perfect child and laying him in a manger. I love the shepherds getting the first Christmas celebration from the heavenly sky. I love the “unto us a child is given,” You want to know though what my favorite Christmas verse is. John 1:4 “The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it.” What a promise. What a God.
The Bible tells us in John 1:10 that “He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not.” Also, John 3:19-20 “And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men love darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.” Again, am I talking about December 2021 or 1 A.D. I think both. Time after time, God’s creation got themselves in trouble. They rebelled. They forgot. They went their own way. Every. Single. Time. They ended up stranded in darkness with no way to see or get out. And yet GOD
Acts 26:18 “…Yes I am sending you to the Gentiles (all of us who are not Jewish) to open their eyes, so that they may turn from darkness to light and from the power of satan to God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins and an inheritance among those sanctified by faith in Me.”
We put ourselves in the dark. We know better. We can do better. But here we are…. again. I remember doing a bible study of the Old Testament and kept thinking people come on! Over and over we go. Don’t you remember? Has He not shown you? You know what is waiting on the other side of that feel good right now sin. Then it hit me. It’s me. I am an Israelite. I have forgotten the past miracles of God that He has done throughout my whole life. I am the one complaining about the manna he is providing form the goodness of His Father heart. I am the one stumbling in darkness, knocking into stuff, knocking over stuff, and I can’t see.
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And yet. And God.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: red; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: red; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />
That first Christmas and this 2,021 Christmas? He was and is providing us a way out. He is sending light. If we were not so lost in darkness, we would not need the light. Even when we were yet sinners, addicts, foul mouthed, selfish, cruel, and more He sent THE LIGHT. He sent His son to illuminate our life. No longer can I say I didn’t know. I didn’t see. Yes, I do because He sent His very best.
He sent His Son, His Light to show us the mess we were in AND how to get out. Now, the world has always loved darkness. It feels right and comfortable until you come to the Lord. So people will hide from the light. They pretend they like their darkness. They find it comforting and where they WANT to be. God knows the truth. They are scared. They are confused. They have forgotten. He keeps sending the Light. Year after Year. Day after Day. Second by second. Because at some point, we see. We SEE.
Light has come into the world. The darkness has never, can never, and will never overcome it. Light consumes the darkness until it is no more. Come Lord Jesus. Bringer of the Light. Come.</span><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;"> That first Christmas and this 2,021 Christmas? He was and is providing us a way out. He is sending light. If we were not so lost in darkness, we would not need the light. Even when we were yet sinners, addicts, foul mouthed, selfish, cruel, and more He sent THE LIGHT. He sent His son to illuminate our life. No longer can I say I didn’t know. I didn’t see. Yes, I do because He sent His very best.
He sent His Son, His Light to show us the mess we were in AND how to get out. Now, the world has always loved darkness. It feels right and comfortable until you come to the Lord. So people will hide from the light. They pretend they like their darkness. They find it comforting and where they WANT to be. God knows the truth. They are scared. They are confused. They have forgotten. He keeps sending the Light. Year after Year. Day after Day. Second by second. Because at some point, we see. We SEE.
Light has come into the world. The darkness has never, can never, and will never overcome it. Light consumes the darkness until it is no more. Come Lord Jesus. Bringer of the Light. Come.</span></span></div><br /><p></p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-69334493334984668092021-12-19T19:25:00.000-05:002021-12-19T19:25:01.391-05:00A new adventure<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiutWAm5CwOL2Wj1D71OFFY0ce0szXOqhQJIsJtn1FG78UP1yx6MfmSCe_M3axXGsGofSBZEB7U4nvkDSOI33hWuJnKqpwjQJjQeZjSID-zhlTHANVAoNDWd53sagaqoQfEbEUbhGTnKOtJgQ3MI03ew1FIcf8sXv8vX3zVd415Xr_6r_DAXr2r0NUDCw=s1176" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="624" data-original-width="1176" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiutWAm5CwOL2Wj1D71OFFY0ce0szXOqhQJIsJtn1FG78UP1yx6MfmSCe_M3axXGsGofSBZEB7U4nvkDSOI33hWuJnKqpwjQJjQeZjSID-zhlTHANVAoNDWd53sagaqoQfEbEUbhGTnKOtJgQ3MI03ew1FIcf8sXv8vX3zVd415Xr_6r_DAXr2r0NUDCw=w417-h221" width="417" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Hello friends!</p><p>I know I have not written daily like originally planned, but still all season long I have been singing the little drummer boy and looking for ways to give to my Savior. The list could go on and on. The funny thing is, up until this year had you asked me about the song of the little drummer boy I would have put it certainly as one of the bottom. But this year, my eyes have been opened to this song like never before. I so want to "play my drum for him." </p><p>I may not have much but whatever He did give me and bless me with I am going to use it for the Glory of God. Because truly when we get down to it, what else matters? I have a wall of quotes next to my bed. My newest one says this "Use me, God. Show me how to take who I am, who I want to be , and what I can do and use it for a purpose greater than myself. Use me for Your Glory Lord." That's what my heart's desire has become. </p><p>As you know I have written 2 books, available on Amazon. You can order the real copy or on kindle. One is Ashes to Glory- a testimony of God's unwavering love for us and our journey through one of the darkest times of our lives. The second "When Jesus Shows Up- a different kind of bible study" is just that. A different kind of bible study. I make stories from the Bible characters and interweave my own experiences throughout. I recommend getting a real copy of that one because you can write in it. Nothing I like more than a bible study I can write in with my colored pens!</p><p>Now, I am entering some new territory. I am a lover of words and a reader to my soul. I am a writer because I believe words are the most powerful weapons we can ever possess. I love to write about my experiences and my faith. I still plan to get better at this and write more when God is leading me to. </p><p>BUT NOW....I am trying something different. It could be a flop or it may be another way my writing can bring Glory to God. I am writing a fiction book. I am nervous. Sort of have the plot outlined but letting God lead me where He would like as I type. </p><p>If you could, pray for me. I want to use my writing to show the love of the Father. Not for my own selfish ambition or gain, but that others may see Him through something I can share. After all, enough people shared in my own life and here I am. </p><p>If you are interested, again my books can make some great Christmas (or New Year Resolution at this point) gifts. I will keep you updated on my fiction book. No title yet. I am on page 53 however. It's new and exciting to step into a new adventure. I just wish to follow wherever He leads. </p><p>As we approach the Christmas Day, to celebrate when the tides of war changed and the Savior was born, I encourage you to find your own "drum." What has He given you that you can share. A talent, financial support, a kind word or hot meal to a grieving or struggling friend? What can we offer this Savior who gave all? We can give Him back was was always His in the first place. Us. Who He created us to be and what we can strive to become. </p><p>The Bible tells us that His sheep recognize His voice and follow Him. They do not follow the voice of the one they don't know. I encourage you to find some quiet place and ask God to lay upon your heart what He has for you to do. He is so faithful. Blessings my friends. </p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-81476257459945285602021-12-16T18:19:00.000-05:002021-12-16T18:19:14.469-05:00Do you want to be well?<img alt="Walk" class="aligncenter wp-image-74522 size-full" height="262" loading="lazy" sizes="(max-width: 1200px) 100vw, 1200px" src="https://cdn.hsnstore.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/sites/5/2020/07/walk.jpg" srcset="https://cdn.hsnstore.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/sites/5/2020/07/walk.jpg 1200w, https://cdn.hsnstore.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/sites/5/2020/07/walk-300x150.jpg 300w, https://cdn.hsnstore.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/sites/5/2020/07/walk-1024x512.jpg 1024w, https://cdn.hsnstore.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/sites/5/2020/07/walk-768x384.jpg 768w, https://cdn.hsnstore.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/sites/5/2020/07/walk-660x330.jpg 660w, https://cdn.hsnstore.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/sites/5/2020/07/walk-1050x525.jpg 1050w" title="Walk" width="524" /><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p><p>Yesterday I was quiet. I was feeling a little overwhelmed a little too much Christmas a little too much running out of time. So when I thought of what should I give him I was thinking silence. But not in in ignore way or you're not important to me right now way. But in a way sometimes where it's just nice to sit with Jesus without asking for anything we're looking for anything just kind of sitting in silence. Sometimes even that can make things so much clearer. So I guess yesterday's what can I give him was silent time did you sit with him. </p><p>I must say today is not looking so good either I'm probably not the days to come until the holiday is over. But tonight I have my Bible I'm going to be reading looking for some scriptures looking for the truth. Letting his word heal my heart give me direction. I could be just watching murder mystery or maybe playing some stupid phone game or maybe just going to bed but no today I give him my time. It's so easy sometimes to put God on the back burner and deal with everything that's right in our face everyday. And it's so crazy because he should be the center of it all. </p><p>So today I give him my time.</p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-47456640456113868172021-12-05T19:48:00.001-05:002021-12-05T19:48:17.828-05:00surrender<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpeSCH8NTEXh4pZoN9YmqpwJbB1hZbN1WzJtX2wg7vlbJ14Ow4jHhURSLmkR7b3tigtRnONjx_wf-QdWfcNEuzxejK_Zb0DQNFdpTKTLaO8JDCQx2sCsrTfsJiNvRdjkdaojSdYfj910O/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="978" data-original-width="1748" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpeSCH8NTEXh4pZoN9YmqpwJbB1hZbN1WzJtX2wg7vlbJ14Ow4jHhURSLmkR7b3tigtRnONjx_wf-QdWfcNEuzxejK_Zb0DQNFdpTKTLaO8JDCQx2sCsrTfsJiNvRdjkdaojSdYfj910O/" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Let me tell you a story.</p><p>I had a friend die recently. A friend I loved and looked up to. We were praying for the miracle. The miracle came. He is healed and in paradise. He was told "Good job my good and faithful servant." But it wasn't the miracle I had been praying, praising, begging for. A couple days ago I started to hear the beginnings of a song we sang believing in a miracle. I quickly turned it and told my husband I can't sing that for a little bit. I was honest and true when I said God spoke into my heart about trust and I do trust that He works everything- even unto death- for the good of those who love Him. It just wasn't my plan or way. </p><p>So today......BOTH songs I told God I can't sing for awhile played. I seriously looked heavenward and said "really?" Tears streaming down my cheeks I sang them. One was Waymaker. Waymaker. Miracle worker. Promise Keeper. Light in my darkness. My God that is Who You are. And I dropped to my knees. I closed my eyes and I saw myself keep running at a big wooden door. I kept pounding into it with my shoulder. I was crying and begging to be let in, The door splintered. My shoulder was bleeding, but I just kept striking at it desperately. Finally, I knew it wasn't opening. My body slid down the door and I put my head down and cried. Much in the same way I was in the physical. Then I felt hands in mine and looked up into the face of my Savior. He didn't say a word. He squeezed my hands and then pulled me into a standing position. We turned around and on the other wall was a doorway. Bright and Shining. The light was unreal, unearthly. In that moment, I knew if I were to go through that door my friend would be there. Happy and free. Healed and just where he wanted to be. </p><p>When I opened my eyes, God spoke into my heart, "I know you trust me, but you need to surrender. You need to give me back what was never yours to carry." Surrender. That is not a word I like or can relate to. I am a battler. A warrior. A do-er. Surrender. Isn't that giving up? I got home and did a little research on the word surrender- cease resistance to an opponent and submit to their authority. I had made God my opponent. My will vs. His. I am do not make bets. I even hate those scratch off tickets. Even I know that if anything is a SURE bet, a sure win, it's betting on God. My will vs His. His will win. </p><p>God is loudly and clearly telling me that He is not my opponent. That is where I had put Him. I am to cease resistance and submit to Him. Which sounds almost elementary, but it goes so deep. Paul tells us in Galatians 2:20 "I have been crucified with Christ, and it is no longer I that live..." Galatians 5: 16 (a) So I say let the Holy Spirit guide your lives..." I had that scripture highlighted in my bible, underlined, and the word LET was circled. Not sure when I did that because sometimes I write dates when I get a word, but maybe I didn't write a date that day because that word was for ME TODAY. Theresa Marie, LET Me. </p><p>It maybe cliche, but the more I learn the more I realize all of what I don't know. Do I trust God? Absolutely Does He know the beginning from the end? He is all knowing Does He always work for my good and has His character proven that "He has this?" Indeed. Every time. </p><p>Surrender. My finances. My vision. My husband and children. My family. My job. My I'm expectations. LET GO. I am trying so hard to hold onto the wind. Yes Jesus. I surrender. I know I will have moments when I want to snatch it back, but remind me that I surrendered. I will submit to Your authority because you are God and I am so not. </p><p>Matthew 16:25 For whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will find it. </p><p>What can I bring Him? Poor as I am? I bring Him my surrender. </p>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291775804342442588.post-39143901249151106722021-12-04T10:09:00.000-05:002021-12-04T10:09:27.433-05:00Testimony <p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPuM-28GjfJykWVblpi-bMCfl7evQLroQ56ukRHoYeuZ2BZh2vknm0RNp46FCjxplvQmzudsR4RfzygJYAOsfoVJLrlWPzy6xt7gL6rcChFK5t2EXgLqmokf74G3OgcOsLkjmbbz-r2ha-/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="446" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPuM-28GjfJykWVblpi-bMCfl7evQLroQ56ukRHoYeuZ2BZh2vknm0RNp46FCjxplvQmzudsR4RfzygJYAOsfoVJLrlWPzy6xt7gL6rcChFK5t2EXgLqmokf74G3OgcOsLkjmbbz-r2ha-/" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The word of my testimony </span><p></p><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I had a childhood friend who loved to argue with me. Ok, we loved to argue with each other. </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVIWlVzD4zVyLj0CYxLUvkqpgjgXuBC-epJHRQiN8VU3zMyoPOrIvNTu2A1FxZW7OhZrWGoTcW-whO68ZlmUY4RMpxbdiPWFPki-lc0bVfMttfjH6J0JOpmtwV-6m0DGVAoZrVkvP8C_f/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="652" data-original-width="1162" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVIWlVzD4zVyLj0CYxLUvkqpgjgXuBC-epJHRQiN8VU3zMyoPOrIvNTu2A1FxZW7OhZrWGoTcW-whO68ZlmUY4RMpxbdiPWFPki-lc0bVfMttfjH6J0JOpmtwV-6m0DGVAoZrVkvP8C_f/" width="320" /></a></div></div><br /></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Both of us were stubborn as the day is long. Sometimes we could argue all day about such stupid and mundane things, but once in a while we got on to the topic of God and does He exist. Even before I personally knew Him, I believed God was present. Even before I gave myself to him, I would argue with this friend about how a Creator has to exist. Then of course he gave me all the reasons on how one couldn’t possibly exist. </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Once I had a personal encounter with the living God, I thought I had him. I had proof He was real. I told my friend my personal testimony and he wrote it off as emotional highs and theatrics. I was heartbroken. Because what once was just a battle to be right, was now a battle for a soul. From time to time the topic would come up again, and neither one of us willing to concede any ground. One day, I felt God tell me in my heart, “Have peace. You have told him the Truth. Now it is bringing more division. Have patience.” Every time the subject would come up, I felt at peace and all I would answer was “someday you’ll know.” I’d throw in an occasional “I’m praying for you.” Of which he laughed at. </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">This is no great conversion story. I have no idea as to where his faith is now. Years and miles separate us and perhaps, if God wills it, we will have a chance to catch up sometime. </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Scripture tells us in Peter 2:9 “But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, that you may declare the Praises of Him who called you out of darkness and into his wonderful light.” What can I give Him as poor as I am? I can give Him the word of my testimony. </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">One of my favorite comedic lines of the bible is when the religious leaders are asking the man who Jesus gave sight to, if the man thought that this healer came from the enemy. The guy actually says, “Whether he is a sinner I do not know. One thing I do know, I was blind, now I see.” John 9:25</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">It is as simple as that. I was blind but now I see. We sing it in the old hymns and the new worship music. We preach it in the pulpit or in the form of social media. Listen, I was blind. Not seeing life for what it was. I was being deceived on where to put my importance. I was lied to about my value. I was ruled by my ever-shifting feeling, AND YET. Jesus came. Now I see! When I opened my eyes at the alter where I gave my all to Jesus, I remember opening my eyes and everything seemed crisper. Cleaner. Like I really did see differently. But it wasn’t just the physical seeing. I know knew and could “see” in the spiritual. </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Many of us go day to day just making it to the next one. Living for the weekend or some vacation or something to fill that void. Many of us will go to our graves without ever having the chance to “see.” One day when I was reading the bible it occurred to me that I would have probably been one of the blind beggars. My eye sight was terrible as a child and has just gotten progressively worse. If I don’t have my glasses on, I see blurs of color. I literally have to reach out and find my glasses by hand on my stand because I can’t see them inches away. That is where so many of us are spiritually. The saddest part is that some of us THINK we are seeing. Maybe just getting by like a flashlight in a darkened room, but what more could you see if I flicked on the light switch. </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Testimony is the evidence or proof provided by the existence or appearance of something. No one will escape death. Not one. The truth is that you will meet your Maker face to face. You must decide NOW which path you will follow. The path of the world, which is wide and many are on it and it leads to destruction. OR the path of salvation that is narrow and only few find it. </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">In Revelations 12, it says the enemy was tossed to the earth after losing his battle with God’s Hosts. The enemy first went after the woman who would give birth to the male child (Jesus), but God protected. Frustrated this demon or dragon then went “off to wage war against the rest of her offspring- those who keep God’s commands and hold fast to their testimony of Jesus.” Rev 12:17 But how are we to be saved? “So, faith comes from HEARING, and hearing through the WORD of God.” Roman 10:17</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Those that hold fast to their testimony of Jesus. The words we share about the evidence or proof He has made in my life. He cries out, “Who will tell my story?” </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Guys, I could stand with the writers of old to proclaim this truth. “I will praise you to all of my brothers; I will stand up before the congregation and testify of all the wonderful things You have done.” Psalm 22:22. “Come and listen, all you who fear God, and I will tell you what He has done for me.” Psalm 66:16 “I want you all to know about the miraculous signs and wonders the Most High God has performed for me.” Daniel 4:2</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">There used to be an old TeenMania line that said “How do you know Jesus is real?” The response said “Because He changed my life.” I could tell you stories of how He has provided ways when there was NO WAY. There were times I have felt His comfort and peace. Times that thing worked out so perfectly without any of my intervention. How I wish I could sit with you and share my heart. My faith. What He has done for this sinner who never deserved it and never could earn it. </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">This Christmas, this is what I bring. The word of my testimony. I could testify like the blind man. This is what I know. I was this way and now I am that. I felt this and then in a moment it all was gone. The Bible says the word of my testimony is powerful so I will continue to tell my story as long as I have the breath to tell it. And probably after that! Not that it would bring a ounce of Glory to me, but all of it to the transforming and REAL power of the blood. “This is the testimony: God has given us eternal life, and this life is found in His Son.” 1 John 5:11</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">What can I give Him? I give Him the word of my testimony.</div></div>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05484693632857921416noreply@blogger.com0