tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30511804720454130402024-03-13T05:34:09.595-05:00Samaritan Women Among YouA Modern Day Woman at the WellDenisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.comBlogger337125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-41364370256259782922021-05-16T21:20:00.072-05:002021-05-30T19:08:45.841-05:00TREASURES IN BROKEN PIECES<div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">We were headed home from church and I was giving thought to the word taught that morning. </span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Handlee;">We had been at that church for about 6 months and I knew it was God that has led us there.</span><span style="font-family: Handlee;"> I was going over in my mind what I had learned or been reminded. It was then that the thought entered my mind that I was changing. As quickly as that thought crossed my mind I heard the Holy Spirit say “ You have no need of being changed”. It was clear and distinct and I knew instantly that it i was the Lord. There was nothing else, just those few words</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee; font-size: x-large;"> It was around 10:00 am that morning in the early 90’s, the phone rang and it was from my Dad. I was at work and all I remembered was him saying was "Grandmas house is on fire"... I was at least 30 minutes away and I do not remember much of the drive home. Grandmother was fine and was with Mom and Dad. ( they lived right next door). I had been living with Grandmother for almost a year by then and she was a blessing. Thirty minutes had passed by the time I got home, the fire had been put out and the fire department was just leaving. The fire started in my bedroom and everything in my bedroom and closet was lost. Pictures and jewelry that I had collected from Great Britain and Philippines and Taiwan when I lived there and many items from the year that I had toured Europe. All of the picture of my boys from when they were born to present day were lost. I grieved over the loss of so many things . Precious memories lost. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee; font-size: x-large;"> I walked around the house and then outside and laying out in the back yard was this little table. I cried.</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nTn6eEKaFg/YKHEaUsYwGI/AAAAAAAAJwM/0dNsT-dTn4EHxUSIpJAHyseWBBvTMQpWACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/09F0B2C5-7384-43CC-B636-9BB2E1775DD8.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nTn6eEKaFg/YKHEaUsYwGI/AAAAAAAAJwM/0dNsT-dTn4EHxUSIpJAHyseWBBvTMQpWACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/09F0B2C5-7384-43CC-B636-9BB2E1775DD8.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Handlee; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee; font-size: x-large;"> This little table had sat beside my grandmother for as long as I can remember. In the morning it held her coffee cup and throughout the day it held her glass of milk and her package of crackers. It was as familiar as grandmother herself. It was scarred and worn and not much to look at but it had memories that still make me smile. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> The firemen had tossed things out in the yard and I guess that is what they do. There were dishes and furniture and clothing items scattered around the yard and as I walked through the burned out items it was overwhelming. I had never experienced a fire before. Years of your life wiped away in an instant and you really cannot even remember what you lost. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> When I had walked around and began to grow weary, I headed up to where Mom and Dad and Grandmother were sitting. It was a difficult day. Everything I owned was gone - clothes, books, jewelry and pictures, oh so many pictures. The last 30 years of my life up in smoke. However the little table lay busted with it top split in half and it legs lying loose in the wet grass in the back yard kept coming back to my mind.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> The very next morning I went back through the rubble and picked up the pieces of that broken little table. I think I just stored it away for a long time. I do not remember how long that little thing lay broken and in pieces but one day my sister in law Marty came and took that little table and not long after returned it to me restored. She did not alter it or change it, it was brought back to me exactly as it had been all those years. She sanded it down and mended the broken top and fixed the broken legs and attached them back just as they had been. She stained it back to the original color that I remember as a child. It had been restored. </span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> All signs of wear and tear were gone and the effects of the fire could no longer be seen. Restored back to what it was originally created to be. It was just a simple little table, not worth a dime to any passerby, but to me it is a treasure that was broken to pieces. </span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span> That was back in the early 90's. Grandmother is gone along with Mom and Dad but that little table sits in my home and you dare not even think of dismissing it. It is my treasure. </span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span> Life can be so unmerciful and sometimes we become scarred and worn. We seem to become invisible to those around us and we lose ourselves in the heartache of the past. We are weary and may have lost our usefulness or it seems. We have listened to too many lies and we have altered our lives to fit into what we perceive others want us to be. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><span> </span>We have grown older and tired and of no use to ourselves or others, or so we tell ourselves. We start out with dreams and ambitions and look longingly toward the horizon for those dreams to manifest themselves. The years pass. Many of us have been through the fire. There is a smell of smoke. We stop dreaming - we live each day with regret and hope is a word we no longer have use for.</span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><span> It would be several days that the story of my little grandmas table would come to my mind. I kept reliving those days after the fire. I kept trying to hear what the Holy Spirit was trying to say to me. I kept moving back in my mind to those days. Then I understood, that little table had no need of being changed, I did not want it changed, I wanted it back just like it had always been before it was tossed away. I wanted to see it and remember it as it sat beside my grandmas chair, not changed but restored. </span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><span><span> We that were broken by life or even to this day still broken, have no need of being changed, we have a need of being restored. I do not want to change, I like me, I have always liked me, I am a lot of fun to be around </span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><span><span> <span> </span>Life will leave its ugly mark on some of us and we become scarred and broken and wounded to the place that we lose all purpose of living. Day to day without any hope and the dreams of yesterday have faded and we are undone. We have need of being restored, </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Handlee; font-size: xx-large;">not changed. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><span><span><span> </span>We are made in the image of God, He gave us exactly what He wanted us to be; me He gave dark hair and brown eyes and olive skin, and a sense of humor that will keep you laughing. He created my height and the sound of my voice and the personality that I have always loved. He made me perfect and He created me for a purpose. Then life happened. </span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><span><span><span> If you are worn and scarred and tossed aside because of trials that were too tough and heartache that never seems to end. If you have lost your joy and if your hope is a faint memory, you are a treasure in broken pieces. You have need of being restored, not changed - restored back to what the Father saw when you were still in your mothers womb.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><span><span><span><span> If you find yourself at that place I urge you to find yourself a place among the body of Christ that can see the treasure in your brokenness. Find God-loving people that do not wear the black robes of judgment but are Holy Spirit filled people of God that is in the restoration business. They will welcome you home and they will pour the oil of the Holy Spirit on your wounds and they will pray and they will be patient. They will not want to change you but they will speak healing over you and they will allow the Holy Spirit to restore you back to the beauty that the Father God saw when creating you. They will give you a safe place to grieve and heal no matter how long that might take. They </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Handlee; font-size: x-large;">will allow your gift to rise to the surface and they will encourage you and rejoice with you as restoration takes place. To be restored not changed. Back to who you are, who the Father sees when He turns His gaze upon you. Restored by the power of the Holy Spirit and the loving hearts of those around you that were once in need of restoration, so they understand.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span> Be restored back to your purpose in Christ. You are a treasure in broken pieces. Worthy of being whole again.</span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee;"><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Handlee; font-size: x-large;">My heart felt love to the brothers and sisters of FCC church in Sulpher, Oklahoma. They are watching and walking with me through my restoration process. They are a blessing to my life and my husband's life.... What power lies in the body of Christ.</span></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-61804061213244889142011-10-25T15:18:00.000-05:002011-10-25T15:18:18.767-05:00Sweetly Broken<div style="text-align: center;">There are a lot of songs that come along in our lives that touch our hearts, but sometimes there are those songs that change us........ This is one of those songs in my life.......... </div><br />
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TO THE CROSS I LOOK AND TO THE CROSS I CLING</div><div style="text-align: center;">OF IT'S SUFFERING I DO DRINK</div><div style="text-align: center;">OF IT'S WORK I DO SING</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">ON IT MY SAVIOR BOTH BRUISED AND CRUSHED</div><div style="text-align: center;">SHOWED THAT GOD IS LOVE</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND GOD IS JUST</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">AT THE CROSS YOU BECKON ME</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOU DRAW ME GENTLY TO MY KNEES, AND I AM</div><div style="text-align: center;">LOST FOR WORDS SO LOST IN LOVE</div><div style="text-align: center;">I AM SWEETLY BROKEN WHOLLY SURRENDERED</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">WHAT A PRICELESS GIFT UNDESERVED LIFE</div><div style="text-align: center;">HAVE I BEEN GIVEN</div><div style="text-align: center;">THROUGH CHRIST CRUCIFIED</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOU CALLED ME OUT OF DEATH</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOU CALLED ME INTO LIFE</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND I WAS UNDER YOUR WRATH</div><div style="text-align: center;">NOW THROUGH THE CROSS IM RECONCILED</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">AT THE CROSS YOU BECKON ME</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOU DRAW ME GENTLY TO MY KNEES AND I AM</div><div style="text-align: center;">LOST FOR WORDS SO LOST IN LOVE,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I AM SWEETLY BROKEN WHOLLY SURRENDERED</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">AT THE CROSS YOU BECKON ME</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOU DRAW ME GENTLY TO MY KNEES AND I AM</div><div style="text-align: center;">LOST FOR WORDS SO LOST IN LOVE,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I AM SWEETLY BROKEN WHOLLY SURRENDERED</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">IN AWE OF THE CROSS I MUST CONFESS</div><div style="text-align: center;">HOW WONDROUS YOUR REDEEMING LOVE AND</div><div style="text-align: center;">HOW GREAT IS YOUR FAITHFULNESS</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">AT THE CROSS YOU BECKON ME</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOU DRAW ME GENTLY TO MY KNEES AND I AM</div><div style="text-align: center;">LOST FOR WORDS SO LOST IN LOVE</div><div style="text-align: center;">I AM SWEETLY BROKEN WHOLLY SURRENDERED</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">AT THE CROSS YOU BECKON ME</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOU DRAW ME GENTLY TO MY KNEES AND I AM</div><div style="text-align: center;">LOST FOR WORDS SO LOST IN LOVE</div><div style="text-align: center;">I AM SWEETLY BROKEN WHOLLY SURRENDERED</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">IM BROKEN FOR YOU</div><div style="text-align: center;">IM BROKEN FOR YOU MY LORD</div><div style="text-align: center;">JESUS, WHAT LOVE IS THIS</div><div style="text-align: center;">I AM SWEETLY BROKEN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3051180472045413040"><img alt="Denise" border="0" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" /></a>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-23086565497031372212011-09-15T12:41:00.000-05:002011-09-15T12:41:43.768-05:00In Their Honor - I Forgive Myself...<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> In Their Honor- I Forgive Myself</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">On year ago today I lost my little Mom. 72 days before that I lost my precious little Dad. It has been a year filled with the darkest depression as I have never known. I was totally unprepared for the grief that was fixing to invade my life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the 8 years that I took care of Mom and Dad there were some wonderful times and there were a few hard times. As the years passed by their care became more and more demanding and I became more and more exhausted and overwhelmed and yes some days angry.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I allowed some outside influence to determine my attitude sometimes and although thought myself to be more discerning than that, I allowed the enemy to invade the camp and bring turmoil.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">I was thrown into being a caregiver</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"> and had to leave the daughter relationship in shadow of taking care of pills fixing 3 meals a day, doctor appointments laundry sickness in the middle of the night.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Day after day as the demand grew to mega proportions the last 6 months was more than any one person could even think to do. However, I was dog determined to keep those two little people together to the end of their days.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Maybe that was unreasonable, maybe, but in the end, with the help of the Lord, no no, with a LOT of help from the Lord they lived side by side with the exception of the 72 days between their death and I am THANKFUL to the Lord that HE allowed me to accomplish that.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">HOWEVER</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">I made mistakes and I had days that me and the personality differences between me and Dad were full blown. There were times that we did not speak for days. I allowed myself to become part of that and not rise above it. Me and Dad were like oil and water my entire life and when he was thrown into a patient, so to speak, relationship with me just caused that oil and water to become magnified.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">We had our days.</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I knew better, I was stronger than that. The deceiver became the stronger and I struggle with that. Tired and worn out and vulnerable to his influence. There were some days that I just did not rise above it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There were not many of those days but of course the enemy enhances those memories and not the multitude of days that we laughed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">This past year has gone by so very quickly,</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I really do not know where the days have gone. I have accomplished nothing. I have not read much or worked in my shop much, I have not painted the inside of my house as I had planned. I have grieved and I wept bitter tears for my failure and for the loss of my Dad who was my best friend and my mom that always smiled and never spoke a harsh word. I have begged God to forgive me and begged HIM again and again to tell Mom and Dad that I am sorry. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The pain of regret, it is bitter and it is a hot poker that hurts our hearts each days as we allow it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">I am human,</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am a one dimensional creation serving a multifaceted multidimensional Creator that sees the beginning and the end where we only see the what lies just in front of our face. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">HE is love personified in HIS son Christ </div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">who loves unconditionally and we love conditionally no matter how hard we try to do the opposite. We are flesh and flesh fails.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">HE saw every day of those 8 years</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">long before I even knew that HE would ask me to do that. HE saw every mistake and ever argument and every tear long before we even had any idea that those years were upon us. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">HE saw me, in my weakness</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> and my humanity and HE knew there were days that I would fail, HE knew that. BUT HE trusted me anyway. What a powerful thought, and it is that thought or should I say that reality that has began to bring healing to my heart. HE KNEW ...... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">BUT HE trusted me anyway. </div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today, I am well on my way to healing and well on my way to picking out paint and beginning to create in my shop. I do not cry much and when I do it is just because I miss them so. The grief has become my teacher and in the midst of it all it has taught me that no matter how we fail and no matter the times that we miss the mark, HE believes in us and if we allow HIM , </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Have you ever wondered how HE heals a heart? I have. It is not a heart of flesh that HE speaks to, or a heart of flesh that HE whispers sweet peace but a heart that only HE sees and only HE can touch.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are unaware when in the midst of our storm that HE has already begun to heal, but as time passes we know, we feel HIM in the midst of the pain. HE begins to bring healing just as we have asked HIM to.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">Today, my heart is healed</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">and I no longer feel the need to beg HIM for forgiveness, I no longer feel the need to beg HIM for assurance that they are home and safe and well. I no longer grieve for the past failures but I focus on the wonderful wonderful days that HE allowed me to become HIS servant and love those little people as they made their way to being at home with HIM.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">Now the task before me, to forgive myself.</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">To allow myself to be human and understand that no matter how hard we try, we are going to fail as long as we reside in this flesh and blood body. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">Today I honor the memory of my Mom and Dad.</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">I honor their lives with forgiving myself. I honor their lives by living mine. I honor them by forgiving those that caused harm and tears and hurt me during those hard years.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I honor them by being the best I can for my life and I honor them for knowing that I did my very best by them and in the end, they knew that. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I honor you Mom and Dad. You were wonderful kind and loving parents, and I miss you so..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3051180472045413040"><img alt="Denise" border="0" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" /></a></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-4244882540959113742011-04-20T09:22:00.003-05:002011-04-20T11:55:17.208-05:00What's Love Got To Do With It?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cuPcYAHb-c4/Ta8L6RH0EjI/AAAAAAAAGBk/A8Wyu_ZBNGI/s1600/1783759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cuPcYAHb-c4/Ta8L6RH0EjI/AAAAAAAAGBk/A8Wyu_ZBNGI/s320/1783759.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><br />
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<blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT</div></blockquote><br />
If we do not believe that Jesus Christ was the Son of God and that he died on Calvary and was buried in a borrowed tomb and that He rose on the third day, then we are wasting our time to call ourselves Christian. Easter is the culmination of everything that Christ lived for. It is the proof of whom He said He was and who He was.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"> Calvary was not the completed purpose of Christ. Calvary was just the beginning of a Kingdom that will not end. God never intended us to look at Calvary as a means of getting to heaven; heaven is just a by-product of Calvary. Calvary purchased everything that Heaven holds. His kingdom dwells on the earth in the hearts and souls of each of us that are called by His name. The kingdom of God now is within us. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> We need not go here or go there to find the presence of God, for the presence of God lives within us, and that was bought and paid for by Calvary. He died so we are no longer under the curse of the law of sin and death. No longer need to live in fear of the death and a place that lies beyond the grave. What Calvary purchased is life. Free from guilt of the past, free from fear of the future. Free for us to grieve but not as others grieve, but to grieve with hope. Calvary gives us the right to love each other as God loved us.</div><br />
<blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">Calvary is the gift of God to a lost and dying world that has no hope to live, let alone die.</div></blockquote><br />
If you need a reason to live then Calvary provides that reason. If you need a reason to hope then that hope lies within that wooden cross on Golgotha. We needed a pathway in which to walk and Calvary leads the way. For us to look upon the cross that Jesus died on and wish for a better place is to take away the very purpose for which He came. The bible tells us that He came that we might have life and life more abundant,,,,,,,,,,and then eternal life. <br />
<blockquote><div style="color: 000000 black; text-align: center;"><b>John 10:10</b></div></blockquote><br />
<u>The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.</u><br />
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Jesus did not die so that we could have life some day; He died that we might have life now. Now I know that this following scripture is long, but please take the time to read it, it will melt your heart. What love the Father has for us:<br />
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<blockquote style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Isaiah 53: 1-6</b></div></blockquote><br />
<u>Who hath believed our report and to who is the arm of the LORD revealed?</u><br />
<u> For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.</u><br />
<u> He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. </u><br />
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<u> Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.</u><br />
<u> But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.</u><br />
<u> All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.</u><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote> Christ died so that we might live now, not someday when we get to heaven, but now.</blockquote></div> In Heaven there is no need of healing, there is no sorrow that will break our hearts. Grief cannot enter those gates and there will be no sin or transgressions in that City. God loved us so very much that he put our sin and our transgression upon Jesus. God hung Him on a cross and then turned His back as the sin of the world rushed toward Calvary.<br />
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<div style="color: red; text-align: center;"><blockquote><b>Mark 15:34</b></blockquote></div><br />
<u>And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? Which is, being interpreted, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?</u><br />
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Calvary, a place where God and man met. Calvary a force that tore the veil of the temple from the top to the bottom. Calvary is the spoken invitation for us to come and dine with the creator of the entire universe. Calvary says to the world of the lost and the dying that love conquers all things. Love handed Jesus to the crowd that day, love held Him on the cross. Love is why God turned His back and love is the reason that Jesus chose to stay suspended between heaven and earth. If we are called by Christ, if we have confessed our allegiance to the King of Kings and have not love, then we are as sounding brass and tinkling cymbals.<br />
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<div style="color: red; text-align: center;"><blockquote><b>1Co. 13:1-7</b></blockquote></div><br />
<u>Though I speak with the tongues of men and angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass , or a tinkling cymbal. </u><br />
<u> And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.</u><br />
<u> And though I bestow all my good to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.</u><br />
<u> Love suffereth long, and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up. </u><br />
<u> Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;</u><br />
<u> Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; 7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.</u><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote> Love never fails and if we do not love then our journey is in vain.</blockquote></div><br />
We have to no longer talk the talk, but walk the walk. We must love in word and DEED. It is the will of Christ in your life. Love not only speaks, love acts.<br />
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If we love only those that love us and we are at odds with our families, if we fail to honor our mother and father, if we say that we love God and hate those around us then we are only fooling ourselves. Be not deceived, God is not mocked, and whatsoever we sew we shall reap.<br />
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<blockquote style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Galatians 6:7 </b></div></blockquote><br />
<u> Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.</u><br />
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We must always remember the story of the Last Supper of Christ. It was just before Calvary. He had eaten with the disciples and after eating he got up and poured water into a basin and began to wash the feet of HIS disciples.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>We read:</blockquote></div><br />
<blockquote><b><span style="color: red;">John 13:5</span></b> After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples' feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him. </blockquote><blockquote><b><span style="color: red;">John 13:6 </span></b>He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, "Lord, are you going to wash my feet?" </blockquote><blockquote><b><span style="color: red;">John 13:7</span></b> Jesus replied, "You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand."</blockquote><blockquote><b><span style="color: red;">John 13:8</span></b> "No," said Peter, "you shall never wash my feet." Jesus answered, "Unless I wash you, you have no part with me."</blockquote><blockquote><b><span style="color: red;">John 13:9</span></b> "Then, Lord," Simon Peter replied, "not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!"</blockquote><blockquote><b><span style="color: red;">John 13:10</span></b> Jesus answered, "A person who has had a bath needs only to wash his feet; his whole body is clean. And you are clean, though not every one of you."</blockquote><br />
Listen to what Peter is saying. Lord if you are going to wash my feet then please wash all of me. Jesus told HIM that has once been washed they need only to wash his feet.<br />
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We are saved by grace and once we have been washed in the blood of Christ we become born again. No longer should we live in condemnation of the sin of our past. There are those among us that would tell us that we as Christians should never again sin. That is impossible! We are human and until we shed this body of flesh and blood we are going to sin. That is what Jesus was trying to tell Peter.<br />
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Peter HE said, once you have been washed you need not be washed again but as you journey though this world and you will get your feet dirty. You will sin, but come to me and I will wash away the dirt of the world in which you now walk.<br />
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We need to confess our sin daily. We may not even know what that sin is. If it is not Holy it is Unholy and if Unholy then it is sin.<br />
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There is a life that we live as believers but during that life we will sin. A bad thought or attitude or anger or envy or strife…….. we could go on. Those things in our lives are a product of sin.<br />
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Thus, we have need of our feet being washed by going to the Father and confessing our sin and having HIM forgive us of our human ways and washing our feet. We do not need to once again be born again, but just letting HIM cleanse us from all unrighteous that lives within this flesh that we call our home right now.<br />
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<blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote> HE wants us to understand that as HE goes to Calvary, HE is paying the price of our sin.</blockquote></div></blockquote><br />
HE is washing it away. Our past sin our present sin and our future sin. Washed away. HE knows what sin you will commit tomorrow or next week or next month. HE knows. We are human. Without forgiveness for all our sin we would live in fear. We need not live in fear. HE has paid the price for the sins of the world. Your sin and my sin is paid. We need only come to him with a repentant heart, confess that we fall short of the life we should live. Confess that we are human with human weakness and HE is faithful and just to forgive us for those failures. HE will wash our feet and once again we enter into the Holy of Holy’s to approach the throne with boldness.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote> Easter season, season of great joy. </blockquote></div><br />
HE has paid the price for life today and eternity for tomorrow. A gift from the Father to us. Embrace Calvary with joy and gratitude. HE died…….. We live…….. HE came out of that grave……… we too will come out of our graves…… and ONLY because of HIS blood that we cry out Abba Father.<br />
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I pray that you take this devotional in the spirit in which it was written. We all struggle with situations every day that will test the love of God in our hearts. We are hurt and others even hurt those that we love. Even as I write this I deal with emotions that cause the anger in me to rise up. We need to take this Easter season and lay our hearts on the altar of God and allow Him to give us a greater vision of His love.<br />
We are in desperate need of more grace and more understanding. We need more patience and please give us patience now. The world is watching and they keep a close eye on how we treat each other. Jesus even told us that the world will know us by the love that we have for the brethren<br />
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<blockquote style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>John 13:35</b></div></blockquote><br />
<u><b> By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another.</b></u><br />
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Take time and right the wrongs in your life. Ask forgiveness from those that you have offended and forgive those that have offended. Ask the Father to give you a greater awareness of the love that cost Him Jesus. Let us open our hearts to the love of God that will drive us to our knees and repent with many tears of the hardness of our hearts toward our brothers and sisters.<br />
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Embrace your mother and father and thank God for them. Touch that husband or wife as to melt their heart. Kiss the cheeks of a brother or sister. Shake the hand of a stranger and be a stranger no more. Thank your God that there are no boundaries when it comes to redeeming a soul.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>What’s love got to do with it,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Everything.</blockquote></div><br />
In Christ<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">HALLELUJAH!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For the lord God omnipotent reigneth</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">For the lord God omnipotent reigneth</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">For the lord God omnipotent reigneth</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">For the lord God omnipotent reigneth</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For the lord God omnipotent reigneth</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The kingdom of this world;</div><div style="text-align: center;">is become</div><div style="text-align: center;">the kingdom of our Lord,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and of His Christ</div><div style="text-align: center;">and of His Christ</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And He shall reign for ever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;">hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">and lord of lords forever and</div><div style="text-align: center;">ever hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;">hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">and lord of lords forever and</div><div style="text-align: center;">ever hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;">hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">and lord of lords</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings and lord of lords</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign</div><div style="text-align: center;">He shall reign</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;">and lord of lords hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings and lord of lords</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings and lord of lords</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forever and ever and ever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings and Lord of Llords</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Denise" border="0" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" /></a></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-70111076658225781452010-04-09T12:41:00.003-05:002010-04-09T12:45:24.006-05:00Sweetly Broken<blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;">I pray today…….. to be Sweetly Broken </span></div></blockquote><br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;">To the cross I look, to the cross I cling <br />
Of its suffering I do drink <br />
Of its work I do sing <br />
For on it my Savior both bruised and crushed <br />
Showed that God is love <br />
And God is just</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;"> <br />
</span></div><blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;">At the cross You beckon me <br />
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am <br />
Lost for words, so lost in love, <br />
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered <br />
</span></div></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;">What a priceless gift, undeserved life <br />
Have I been given <br />
Through Christ crucified</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;"> <br />
You’ve called me out of death <br />
You’ve called me into life <br />
And I was under Your wrath <br />
Now through the cross I’m reconciled </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;">At the cross You beckon me <br />
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am <br />
Lost for words, so lost in love, <br />
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered</span></div></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;"> <br />
</span> </div><blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;">At the cross You beckon me <br />
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am <br />
Lost for words, so lost in love, <br />
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered</span></div></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;"> <br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;">In awe of the cross I must confess <br />
How wondrous Your redeeming love and <br />
How great is Your faithfulness</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;"></span></div><blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;">At the cross You beckon me <br />
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am <br />
Lost for words, so lost in love, <br />
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered <br />
</span></div></blockquote>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-7340494238483063562010-03-16T12:26:00.001-05:002010-03-16T12:28:17.879-05:00Closing For A Few Days<p></p>I am closing this blog for a few days.......... but I will be back....... I am changing the looks of it and need just a bit of time........... I want to start posting here more than at my Life at My House so need a face lift............. <br /><br />Hugs<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><a><img alt="Denise" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" border="0" /></a>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-11312250860393283442010-02-17T10:40:00.007-06:002010-02-17T13:18:19.113-06:00BUSY LIFE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/S3wgVAJmEqI/AAAAAAAAFN4/JSymtfCPdO0/s1600-h/PEACE.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/S3wgVAJmEqI/AAAAAAAAFN4/JSymtfCPdO0/s400/PEACE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439257995146302114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>BUSY LIFE<br /><br />While up and busy with my day and goals to be reached but finding that time is just a vapor and some of those goals will go back to the list and sleep till tomorrow.<br />We get caught up with what we think is important and the Father God has such a gentle way of bringing us back to reality. Not our reality but HIS.<br />After all it is HIS dreams and HIS desires and HIS vision for our lives that will bring to us contentment and peace. We so often forget that when we struggle for what we THINK is our destiny. And in saying that, nothing need be said further.<br />There is no struggle in HIM.<br /><br />Be still, HE will draw you back to what HE beholds when HE turns HIS eyes toward you.<br /><br />HE so knows how I love music and I have my Christian station going most of the day. It is a gentle breeze that blows across my spirit while I work. Most of the time not really listening but just letting it works it's magic to my soul.<br />This morning HE did what HE does best....... HE gentle broke my heart in the words of a song.<br /><br /></blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Empty Me</span><br /><br /><br />I've had just enough of the spotlight<br />When it burns bright<br />To see how it gets in the blood<br />And I've tasted my share<br />Of the sweet life<br />And the wild ride<br />And found a little is not quite enough<br /><br />I know how i can stray<br />And how fast my heart could change<br /><br />Empty me<br />Of the selfishness inside<br />Every vain ambition<br />And the poison of my pride<br />And any foolish thing my heart holds to<br />Lord empty me of me<br />So i can be<br />Filled with you<br /><br />Ive seen just enough of the quick buys<br />Of the best lies<br />To know how prodigals can be drawn away<br /><br />I know how I can stray<br />And how fast my heart could change<br />Empty me<br />Of the selfishness inside<br />Every vain ambition<br />And the poison of my pride<br />And any foolish thing my heart holds to<br />Lord empty me of me<br />So I can be<br />Filled with you<br /><br />Cuz everything is a lesser thing<br />Compared to you<br />Compared to you<br />Cuz everything is a lesser thing<br />Compared to you<br />So I surrender all<br /><br />Empty me<br />Of the selfishness inside<br />Every vain ambition<br />And the poison of my pride<br /><br />Empty me<br />Of the selfishness inside<br />Every vain ambition<br />And the poison of my pride<br />And any foolish thing my heart holds to<br />Lord empty me of me<br />So I can be<br />Lord empty me of me<br />So I can be<br />Filled with you.<br />Filled with you<br />Empty me<br /><br /><br /><br /><blockquote>Sending hugs to each of you this Lords day.</blockquote></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a><img alt="Denise" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" border="0" /></a></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-13464188749118070372009-11-18T09:35:00.013-06:002009-11-19T10:20:09.068-06:00Cleaning House- Cleaning Spirit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SwQWEtQiMjI/AAAAAAAAEys/L1I_00kjulI/s1600/cleaning.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SwQWEtQiMjI/AAAAAAAAEys/L1I_00kjulI/s400/cleaning.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405469722875671090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I have been cleaning out things per the instruction from the Lord. Throwing away things that I just do not need. Letting go of things that I have kept "just in case" I might need it one day. Do you do that? While cleaning out I came across the source of this post. It was a couple of sheets of paper tucked away in a shoe box that I have had for years. I threw it away and in the doing I re-read this post. I was amazed that the very same relationships that I was struggling with two years ago have just this year been released. I am a slow learner.<br /><blockquote>The Lord has been giving me specific instructions the other day to "clean" up my spiritual life and one of them was to let go of people that have walked away from me. I will listen this time. I have a new vision for my life and struggling with dead relationships is not one of them. My older brother Paul is always telling me that they are a vexation to my spirit. He is right.</blockquote><br /><br />This post was from 2007<br />and something that I found <span style="color: rgb(204,102,0);"><U>VERY</U> </span>strange...... It was dated November 18 2007.<br />I think the Father God wanted me to post this again today.<br /><br />What do you think?<br />************************************************************<br /></div><br /><br /><br />....I am a fan of <a href="http://www.tdjakes.com/site/PageServer?pagename=resrc_blog">T.D.Jakes </a>and have read most of his books. Woman Thou Art Loosed is a great book. While cleaning out some old papers the other day I came across an email sent to me by a good friend and mentor a few years ago... (Yes I am a pack rat and keep everything, however this time I am glad that I did.) In this email was some quotes from T.D.Jakes that I want to share with you.... You see I have struggled all my life with low self esteem and an sense of needing to belong. Maybe that is why I have made so many mistakes in my personal choices.<br /><br /><blockquote>... If you knew me well or if you were around me for any given time you would think that I had all the confidence in the world and I needed no outside affirmation of who I was... but you would be wrong. I cover it up and I cover it up with a very strong personality and I am a bit mouthy... thus I will overcome by being the stronger voice. That is sometimes good and sometimes bad. I think that the Lord has helped me so much in the past few years by giving me Dennis. He loves me as I am and I have no need of proving myself. He is such a gift and he is the example of the love of God in my life......</blockquote><br />........ Getting back to T.D.Jakes.... I hate it when I know someone does not like me or accept me and I work hard at trying to change that...... I will talk and do and go out of my way to figure out how to change their minds toward me. My older brother thinks I am crazy...hahahhah and maybe so... There are those that will love and accept me and there are those that will not and that is life........ I just have a hard time letting go... There are some relationships in my life that case me grief because I love these people but cannot reach them.... I try, I really try but everything I do is twisted and turned back to hurt me.......... soooooooooo while cleaning out those pesty boxes of paper I found this............ Tell me what you think:<br /><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Let it Go: 2004 T.D.Jakes<br /><br />There are people who can walk away from you and hear me when I tell you this:<br /><br />1. If they can walk away let them!<br /><br />2. Do not talk one more person into staying with you , loving you, calling you, coming to see you, or staying attached to you.<br /><br />3. Hang up the phone, do not try calling them one more time. ( I started to do that this morning)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204,102,0);">4. <U>Your destiny is never tied to anyone that has left you.</U></span><br /><br />5. The bible says that they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us, for had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. (1 John 2:9)<br /><br />6. People leave you because they are not joined to you, and if not joined to you, you cannot make them stay.<br /><br />7. We need to learn the gift of good-bye.<br /><br />8. Stop begging people to stay. Let them go.<br /><br />9. If someone cannot treat you right, love you back, and see your worth, let them go.<br /><br />10. If you keep trying to help someone that will not help themselves , let them go.<br /><br />11. If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship then Let it go!<br /><br />T.D.Jakes 2004<br /><br /></span></strong><blockquote>I have been so guilty of all of these things.... I struggle so hard sometimes with things that I cannot change..... It is just who I am, but this morning after reading this list again I realize that it is a vexation to my spirit man and I need to let go. God has called me to accomplish some things in my life and I am beginning to see those things happen. The energy that I spend with the broken things in my life is draining me of my spiritual life.</blockquote><br /><br />.... The relationships in my life that are broken or non existing God will replace. He is able to send us a brother or sister, a mother or father. What ever the need may be He is able.<br />..... So this Sunday morning I will vow unto the Lord one more time to let go of those things that hinder my spirit and I will look to the Father for those things that I need in my life and if I do not need it in my life I will let it go.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">**********************************************<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>We all have things in our life that need to be released to the Father. In the two years since I had written this post I have released a lot of things and people. It is a learning and healing process, and I see healing in my life and it is strange to say, but my vision is clearing.<br /><br />God, HE is so smart.</blockquote><br /></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-66880192025949954762009-11-13T09:30:00.004-06:002009-11-13T09:42:31.578-06:00SONSHINE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sv19d8mqoRI/AAAAAAAAEx8/Qaq9hohg4EQ/s1600-h/poinsetta.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sv19d8mqoRI/AAAAAAAAEx8/Qaq9hohg4EQ/s400/poinsetta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403613081352446226" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.<br /><br /><br />Alfred Tennyson<br /><br /><br />**************************************************<br /><br />Let the SON shine........</div><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img alt="Denise" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" border="0" /></a></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-15472747748152263592009-10-30T09:33:00.001-05:002009-10-30T12:25:17.873-05:00Obedience-Re-Post<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SADZXpa2KkI/AAAAAAAABvw/PmCHcziKd8I/s1600-h/CKP52276.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188385771009485378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SADZXpa2KkI/AAAAAAAABvw/PmCHcziKd8I/s400/CKP52276.JPG" border="0" /></a>I read on FB this morning about ministry. It reminded me of this post that I wrote over a year ago. I thought it worth posting again......... Ministry........ right in front of my nose..<br /><br />Hugs<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***********************************************************************<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>....<span style="color: rgb(31, 26, 23);">.......My ministry. I spent years looking for and waiting for my ministry. Many years ago when I was first born-again there was a powerful woman of God that prophesied over me. I will never forget that day and her words resound in my mind on many occasions. I would teach and preach and minister to wounded women. I would be an instrument of God to touch women of no self worth. </span></blockquote><span style="color: rgb(31, 26, 23);"></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(31, 26, 23);">......... I think it was the next day that I began looking for that ministry. I studied for hours and hours. I listened with a hungry heart to every word that came out of the mouth of many ministers on TV and in my local church. Years went by and nothing. I cried, I prayed, I begged for God to "bring me into my ministry" I have a passion that burns within me today for the wounded woman but try as I might I could not find my"niche". </div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(31, 26, 23);"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(31, 26, 23);">........... The years have come and gone and I have gone through very dark times since then and I have gone through many mountain top experiences. I cannot tell you when I came to an understanding of "my ministry" but thankfully I did. When I was first saved I was a mess and I would have been no help to anyone. There were things that the Lord and I had to work through before I could see Him clearly. I had a distorted view of all things of the Lord but knew that He lived within me and I so wanted to know the truth. I studied. </div></blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(31, 26, 23);">... Over the years I have been a preacher, a teacher, a leader of many women's groups. I have spoke in front of many and I have spoke in front of few. I have laid hands and anointed with oil and seen God heal. I can tell you that I am in my element when I am standing in front of groups of people large or small. But......... (you knew there was a but coming) </div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(31, 26, 23);">....I have learned over the years that our ministry is not in billboard neon signs. We are not all Joyce Myers' or Kenneth Copeland's. If you study the life of Christ you will see His ministry. </div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(31, 26, 23);">.... He moved through His world never staying still in one spot. His world was small compared to ours but He moved through His world with compassion for the few and compassion for the many. His ministry was to minister to the needs before Him whether it be healing or hunger. He was a healer when healing was needed, He was a teacher when it was called for, He was a provider when the people were hungry. He encouraged when people needed to be encouraged. He was all things to all men. That was who He was and that was His ministry. When He was 12 and found in the temple teaching His words to His mother were "I must be about my Fathers business" What is the business of the Father? It is people. </div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(31, 26, 23);"><blockquote>........ I was set free many years ago when He taught me that today I may need to just encourage someone. Tomorrow I may need lay hands on someone and pray the prayer of faith for their healing. If I come upon someone in need of food I will be called on to give "bread'. That is my ministry, and when I open my ears to His voice and keep my heart obedient to His calling then I find my self slap dab in the middle of a ministry that touches lives on a daily basis. Whether it be here in the blog or if it be on the streets of my small town. When I remain obedient to His voice I am walking in the middle of His will for my life. What a sense of freedom it bring to my heart and spirit man as I lay down at night. For me it is the understanding that when the sun comes up the following morning I need do nothing but walk in my world and be obedient and wait with much anticipation for what He will ask me to do today. </blockquote></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(31, 26, 23);">.........My ministry is obedience to His voice.......... He is in charge of the outcome. </div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-84982852741892377202009-10-23T20:41:00.006-05:002009-10-23T21:28:27.132-05:00PEACE PLEASE..............<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SuJk7WUIomI/AAAAAAAAErc/S-zWJ2LraBo/s1600-h/PSSCR021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SuJk7WUIomI/AAAAAAAAErc/S-zWJ2LraBo/s400/PSSCR021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395986274308366946" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">May today there be peace within.<br /><br />May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.<br /><br />May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love<br />that has been given to you.<br /><br />May you be confident knowing that you are a child of God. Let this presence settle into your bones,<br />and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.<br /><br />It is there for each and every one of us.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Teresa of Avila</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>*****************************************************************************</blockquote><br /><br /><br />It is not hard to understand what the world needs now is peace. We go through our days with each of us moving in the paths that we have chosen making the decision both great and small that we will need to repeat tomorrow.<br /><br /><blockquote>I myself do those things each day, day after day almost in a robotic fashion, but if I stop for just a minute and let myself reflect on the day that has past or the day that is before me out of my mouth come the whispered prayer "just give me peace for this day Father God, I just need peace."</blockquote><br /><br />Do you find that is on your lips also. Much more could be requested, but peace is what my heart cries for the most. If only peace, then all else will find rest.<br /><br /><blockquote>Peace we pray our Father God, peace among the turmoil,<br /><br />and let us not not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.</blockquote><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a><img alt="Denise" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" border="0" /></a></div></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-90010191090753435792009-10-12T10:44:00.004-05:002009-10-12T10:52:37.272-05:00Obedience, Better Than Sacrifice<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THOUGHT FOR THE DAY</span><br /><br />Our Lord's first obedience was to the will of his Father, not to the needs of men; the saving of men was the natural outcome of his obedience to the Father.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oswald Chambers</span><br /><br /><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"></span></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';">Is that a wonderful statement or what? It is in our obedience to HIM that our ministry is made manifest. No other effort to save a lost world will be as effective as obedience first.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"> It brings about <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">anointed</span></span> ministry. Isn't that what we all want?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Have an obedient day.<span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></blockquote><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><a><img alt="Denise" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" border="0" /></a>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-22870560706193462862009-10-02T22:33:00.015-05:002010-07-20T08:55:29.328-05:00Broken Clay Pot<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SsgKUtHC4aI/AAAAAAAAEqE/IuGQKtmFcKU/s1600-h/pottery.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388568304971604386" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SsgKUtHC4aI/AAAAAAAAEqE/IuGQKtmFcKU/s400/pottery.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.<br />
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For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.<br />
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But we have this <span style="color: white; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><u>TREASURE</u></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><u style="color: white; font-weight: bold;"> in earthen vessels</u></span> that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.<br />
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We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;<br />
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Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We are subject to being tired and weary. We have days that it is ONLY by faith we live and ONLY by faith that we move and ONLY by faith have our being. BY FAITH we rejoice and sing, BY FAITH we speak but there are days that I am weary, and my clay pot is subject to be broken.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>We were not designed to carry the weight of the world we are clay pots and inside of this destructible vessel lives the indestructible TREASURE of heaven. The very same spirit, THE SAME SPIRIT, that raised Christ Jesus from the dead live IN ME. In my clay pot lives the third person of the trinity. The Holy Spirit HIMSELF. He brings to me council and direction and wisdom if I will stop to hear.</blockquote><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">HE gives guidance in all seasons of my life and HE consoles and ministers to me when my clay pot is under great distress. When the world pushes in on me and fissures begin to appear in my fragile exterior HE mends and heals and strengthens from the inside out. HE so loves my clay pot that HE came to take up HIS abode and constantly reinforce the purpose HE has set before me.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">BUT...... I am a clay pot.. I weep and I grieve and I break and have need of mending. I struggle to live yet I die daily. I sometimes hold on to this life with a grip of an iron hand refusing to relinquish my hold for the promise of a greater life.</div><br />
<blockquote>I am a clay pot with the treasure of heaven encased deep within who I am. HE weeps when I weep and when I dance with my red tambourine HE will dance......... HE is all in all IN ME........ but I am a worn vessel subject to the cruel hand of the world coming to chip away at my exterior. I am a clay pot.</blockquote><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Never meant to be strong and mighty, never asked to do the impossible and never expected to toil without tears. We are clay pots and somewhere deep within the mortal clay that will crumble and return each of us to dust, lives the very person in the trinity that when God spoke 'Let there be" HE moved upon the face of the deep and life was, light was.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">The very breath of God lives in my clay pot and because of HIS life in me the days that I crack under the pressure I am reassured that HE is the corner stone and HE is the master potter and in HIS hands I am sheltered. HE is the "I Am" and HE moves quickly to shelter me from being dashed upon the rocks.</div><br />
<blockquote>Today my clay pot was in shambles and broken I sat and cried out to the only one that can mend the broken clay. My fleshly clay pot is weary and it longs for a place in time that I can feel at peace but just for a while..... I weep.</blockquote><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I heard from my youngest son today that my first born son Darryl had a stroke on Wednesday. <br />
He has a hole in his heart and will see a surgeon in a few weeks.</div><br />
<blockquote>I pray that my Father God from whom all life flows go before that surgeon and guide the hands that repair that earthen vessel known as Darryl. I have cried more today... Silly me, thinking that the 25 years that we have been estranged would somehow scar over the love that a mother has for a son. Silly me. I weep over lost years and I sob over a son that I need to hold..</blockquote><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I will go to the potter from where my life first started and HE will mend my clay pot from the inside out, and HE will hear the sobs of a mother grieving over a son and HE will go into that room HE will keep watch for me........ I know HE will.......</div><br />
<blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">But HE was wounded for my broken clay pot and my transgressions; he was bruised for my broken clay pot iniquities: the chastisement of the peace of my broken clay pot was upon HIM; and with HIS stripes my broken clay pot can be mended and healed.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">And within this vessel of clay is place the TREASURE of heaven.</div><br />
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</blockquote>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-3872525007633643862009-09-10T08:56:00.004-05:002009-09-10T09:35:35.871-05:00Parakletos<div style="text-align: center;"><em></em><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>"PARAKLETOS"<br /><br /><br />"The service of the Holy Spirit is that He helps us to distinguish pleasure from happiness and develop real joy. There are many experiences which give us temporary pleasure but do not add up to abiding satisfaction. Their thrills pass quickly, and sometimes leave a trail of regret and remorse. Some of our sense pleasures are like lightning flashes, while true joy is like the sunlight."<br /><br />Ralph Sockman<br /><br />********************************************************8<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Get to know the Holy Spirit HE is such a gentleman, HE is such a teacher, HE has comes to give comfort. HE is the third person in the Trinity.</div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">THE COMFORTER<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Root Form (Greek)</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">"parakletos"</p></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />Summoned, called to one's side, esp. called to one's aid</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="lex2"> <b></b>A helper, succourer,<i> (someone who gives help in times of need or distress or difficulty</i><span style="font-style: italic;">,) </span>aider, assistant</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="lex3"><b></b></p><blockquote>The Holy Spirit destined to be sent to the apostles after the ascension of Christ to the Father, to lead them to a deeper knowledge of the gospel truth, and give them divine strength needed to enable them to undergo trials and persecutions on behalf of the divine kingdom.</blockquote><p></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="lex3">To point all people to Christ. Never drawing attention to HIMSELF. A gentleman.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="lex3">Are there trials in your life?<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="lex3"></p><blockquote><p style="text-align: center;" class="lex3">HE HAS COME ALONG SIDE.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="lex3">THE HOLY SPIRIT, YOUR BEST FRIEND.<em></em></p></blockquote><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><a><img alt="Denise" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" border="0" /></a>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-77422259519579606162009-09-07T11:57:00.005-05:002009-09-07T12:17:16.809-05:00HIS EYE IS ON THE SPARROW<p></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">SO I KNOW HE WATCHES ME!<br /><br />Why in the world we we even imagine that HE does not watch and care for us. Why in the world would we be fearful of tomorrow when HE takes meticulous care for each and every creation in HIS hands.<br /><br /><blockquote>When our lives given over the the one that created the universe then the life that we have is in HIS care. I once shook my fist in the face of God and told HIM I was taking control of my life and NO ONE was going to tell me what to do. HE let me, I spun out of control for years. It was only when I surrendered my life back to the one that knows me the best did life make sense. </blockquote><br /><br />I thought you might like to read this. <br /><br /><blockquote>HE is in control......... ENJOY!<br /><br /><br />God's accuracy may be observed in the hatching of eggs.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >For example</span>:<br /></blockquote><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">the eggs of</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">t<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">he potato bug hatch in 7 days;</span></span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-those of the canary in 14</span><span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">days;</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">those of the barnyard hen in 21 days</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">;</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-The eggs of ducks and geese hatch in 28<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">days;</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-those of the mallard in 35 days</span>;<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-The eggs of the parrot and the ostrich<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">hatch in 42 days.</span><span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(Notice, they are all divisible by seven</span>,<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">the number of days in a week!)<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">lives of each of you may be ordered by the Lord in a beautiful way for<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">His glory, if you will only entrust Him with your life. If you try to<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">regulate your own life, it will only be a mess and a failure. Only the<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">One Who made the brain and the heart can successfully guide them to a<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">profitable end.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">God's wisdom is seen in the making of an<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">elephant.. The four legs of this great beast all bend forward in the<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">same direction. No other quadruped is so made. God planned that this<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">animal would have a huge body, too large to live on two legs. For this<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">reason He gave it four fulcrums so that it can rise from the ground<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">easily.<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The horse rises from the ground on its two front legs<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">first. A cow rises from the ground with its two hind legs first. How<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">wise the Lord is in all His works of creation!</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">God's wisdom is<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">revealed in His arrangement of sections and segments, as well as in<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">the number of grains.<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-Each watermelon has an even number of<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">strips on the rind.<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-Each orange has an even number of segments.<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-Each ear of corn has an even number of rows.<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-Each stalk of<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">wheat has an even number of grains.<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-Every bunch of bananas has on<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">its lowest row an even number of bananas, and each row decreases by<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">one, so that one row has an even number and the next row an odd<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">number.<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-The waves of the sea roll in on shore twenty-six to<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">the minute in all kinds of weather.</span></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">All grains are found in<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">even numbers on the stalks, and the Lord specified thirty fold, sixty<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">fold, and a hundredfold - all even numbers.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">God has caused the<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">flowers to blossom at certain specified times during the day, so that<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Linnaeus, the great botanist, once said that if he had a conservatory<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">containing the right kind of soil, moisture and temperature, he could<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">tell the time of day or night by the flowers that were open and those<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">that were closed!</span></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Thus the Lord in His wonderful grace can<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">arrange the life that is entrusted to His care in such a way that it<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">will carry out His purposes and plans, and will be fragrant with His<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">presence.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Only the God-planned safe life is successful. Only<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">the life given over to the care of the Lord is<span class="ecececapple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">fulfilled.<br /></span></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a><img alt="Denise" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" border="0" /></a></span>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-16344670204300040812009-07-27T12:00:00.013-05:002009-08-07T09:41:31.610-05:00Alive and Dancing!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sm4FZkwq8LI/AAAAAAAAEkg/4Mkfizzl_n4/s1600-h/dance.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sm4FZkwq8LI/AAAAAAAAEkg/4Mkfizzl_n4/s400/dance.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363230143167525042" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">Times of fear sweeping the nation and hearts of man failing them for fear. Freedom slipping from our fingers, sickness ravaging bodies of those we know and some that we so love. Families loosing everything, despair and grief and fear.. Not knowing of what lies tomorrow... We live, we go about our days.<br /><br />We pray.<br /><br />If like me you wonder sometimes is my heart seated and established with the Father? Spirit man loaded down with concerns of the world, life and the darkness that wants compass us. Hearing and listening hard for HIS tender whisper. Looking for signs which HE warns us against. It is in the heart of us buried deep within the man that has been brought alive with the VERY spirit that raised Christ Jesus from the dead.................<br /><br />That is where HE lives.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The very spirit of my man has been brought ALIVE. Born again, not of corruptible but with the incorruptible. ALIVE in Christ Jesus. Seated in heavenly placed with HIM. Never to die, alive for eternity. Journey through this dark and dusty land, not citizens, just passing through.<br />God of heaven comes down!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>Alive and dancing this morning as I feed my spirit man and give him words and music that causes him to rise above the shouts of the one that would load us down with fear, dancing so that my spirit man can be loosed to praise and worship the one that so loves us.</blockquote><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">God, HE lives in the praises. God, HE lives in the dance! God HE lives and because HE lives we will live also! Promises coming to the surface while I dance, while I live........ Promises of peace and love and promises of HIM being with me always. Joy that overcomes the fear and the darkness that wants to steal our peace.<br /><br /><blockquote>HE is God...<br /><br />HE is Alpha and Omega.<br /><br />HE has always been and there is non before HIM.</blockquote><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">HE is the last word in this world and HE will have no end. HE is God and HE is all present and all powerful.<br /><br />Who will we fear?<br /><br />HE is God that loved us so much HE sent HIS ONLY begotten son just so that HE could give us a hug and walk in the cool of the evening once again. HE is God that created all but sacrificed HIS son to return us to the garden from whence we started.<br /><br />HE is God, and when I begin to dance my spirit man moves within me and hears the food for his soul and he rejoices and when my spirit begins to worship, I begin to dance.<br /><br />I am alive in Christ and I dance.<br /><br />HE is God.<br /><br />DANCE!<br /><br /><br /><br />(did you know that I own a red tambourine?)</div><br /><p></p><br /><a><img alt="Denise" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" border="0" /></a>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-36760691956378286342009-07-21T08:25:00.008-05:002009-07-21T09:15:08.926-05:00Tools of The Trade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SmXMppKmPQI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/-CwLse-9sCo/s1600-h/parchment+for+SW.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SmXMppKmPQI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/-CwLse-9sCo/s400/parchment+for+SW.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360915947251449090" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: center;">I read this email from a friend this morning and my heart was overwhelmed. How many times have I missed brushing someones hair. My mind is full of stuff and my ears are hearing nothing but sounds of a much too busy life. I do pray and I do talk to the Father God but I do long to be more do more. I long to brush someones hair.<br /><br />Some think that God only live in the large places , that they need to be standing in front of the multitudes, but in fact God is big in the small places and lives are changed in the sheer simplicity of a hair brush.<br /><br /><blockquote>As I read this article this morning, I so understand my position in the Kingdom of God. I know that due to my circumstances of caring for Mom and Dad I will not find myself sitting in airports traveling the nation and the world, but I will find myself my shopping at Wal-Mart or going down town to the market on Saturdays and Wednesdays. I will find myself at the beauty shop or the waiting rooms of Doctors offices. I will find my self standing with life all around me and I pray this morning to the Father of all life that I will fine tune my ears to hear HIS hearts cry.</blockquote><br /><br />It is in the one on one that nations are won to Christ, it is the obedience in the small things that touch a multitude of hearts. God just loves, that what HE does, HE just loves, and in that love that pours from HIS very being there might be days that the task at hand is large, but for the most part the tools required to do HIS will be as simple as a hair brush.<br />Today, let us each one LISTEN as HE moves in hearts and touches lives through us.<br /><br /><blockquote>The will of God is simple and it ONLY flows through love...and in the story below, it is Love overwhelming in a simple hair brush.</blockquote><br /><br />Take time to read this and if you have already read it, read it again........<br /><br /><br />******************************************************************************<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>HAIRBRUSH EXPERIENCE OF BETH MOORE AT THE AIRPORT<br /></blockquote><br />April 20, 2005, at the Airport in Knoxville , waiting to board the plane, I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord. I say this because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you.<br />You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise.<br />Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons, not the least of which is your ego..<br />I tried to keep from staring, but he was such a strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes the at obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones.<br />The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy, gray hair hung well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were long, clean but strangely out of place on an old man.<br />I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered that he was dead. So this man in the airport... an impersonator maybe? Was a camera on us somewhere? There I sat; trying to concentrate on the Word to keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served up on a wheelchair only a few seats from me.<br />All the while, my heart was growing more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him.<br />Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man.<br />I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall..<br />I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen.<br />And it may be embarrassing.<br />I immediately began to resist<br /> because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. 'Oh, no, God, please, no.' I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, 'Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now. Please. I'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please, Lord!'<br />There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, 'Please don't make me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane.' Then I heard it......'I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair.'<br />The words were so clear, my heart leapt into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No-brainer.<br />I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, 'God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this Lord. I'm your girl! You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in your life. What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed? I am going to witness to this man.'<br />Again, as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. 'That is not what I said, Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair.'<br />I looked up at=2<br />0God and quipped, 'I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my suitcase on the plane... How am I supposed to brush his hair without a hairbrush?'<br />God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: 'I will thoroughly furnish you unto all good works.' (2 Timothy 3:17) I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story, my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies. I knelt down in front of the man and asked as demurely as possible, 'Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?'<br />He looked back at me and said, 'What did you say?'<br />'May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?'<br />To which he responded in volume ten, 'Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that.'<br />At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, 'SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?' At which point every eye in the place darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar than old Mr. Long Locks. Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat, I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, 'If you really want to.'<br />Are you kidding? Of course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, 'Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little problem. I don't have a hairbrush.'<br />'I have one in my bag,' he responded.<br />I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on, hardly believing what I was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair. It was perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things well, but must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands, remembering to take my time not to pull.<br />A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's hair.<br />Everybody else in the room disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man and me. I brushed and I brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so strange, but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I - for that few minutes - felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at home for a short while.<br />The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's. His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's.<br />I slipped<br /> the brush back in the bag and went around the chair to face him. I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knee and said, 'Sir, do you know my Jesus?'<br />He said, 'Yes, I do'<br />Well, that figures, I thought.<br />He explained, 'I've known Him since I married my bride. She wouldn't marry me until I got to know the Savior.' He said, 'You see, the problem is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself, what a mess I must be for my bride.'<br />Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it.<br />Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have accompanied him on that aircraft.<br />I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, 'That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why did you do that? What made you do that?'<br />I said, 'Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!'<br />And we got to share.<br />I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted, you're hungry, you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move on but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of temptation. Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed. He sees you as an individual. Tell Him your need!<br />I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way .. all because I didn't want people to think I was strange..<br />God didn't send me to that old man. He sent that old man to me.<br />Please share this wonderful story.<br /><br /><br /><br /><blockquote>'Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain!'</blockquote><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a><img alt="Denise" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" border="0" /></a></div></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-4443360910022690032009-05-14T09:18:00.000-05:002009-05-14T19:13:47.736-05:00Finding Mary and Discarding the Bustier !<p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">A BLOG BREAK<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Find out what pleases the Lord. Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them. —<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ephesians%205:10-11&version=31" target="_BLANK" class="bibleref">Ephesians 5:10-11</a></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> We learn what pleases those closest to us primarily by spending time with them. By trial and error we also discover things they like and dislike. When it is a relationship we really desire to develop, it becomes fun to make the other person happy.<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The Lord has His own ways, too, and He wants us to know them and adjust to them.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">We may think they are odd—at first—but the benefits of accepting Him as He is and adjusting to what pleases Him will result in great blessing and peace.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">We have the wonderful advantage of having the whole Bible at our fingertips. This surely leaves us without excuse.<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Unless we are careful, we will not only begin to take ourselves too seriously, but we will also fail to tune into the ways of the Spirit—simply because we already presume that we know them so well.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">For we too must learn—by experience—what pleases the Lord. This means spending time with the Lord and developing a sensitivity to His ways. We must find out what pleases Him.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Excerpted from <em>The Sensitivity of the Spirit</em> (Charisma House, 2002).</span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">***************************************************************************</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><br /><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I fear that the past 6 years in my life has caused Mary to go into hiding and I have become Martha. I did not know that I was making the journey from Mary to Martha over these years but alas I was. The enemy is so subtle that we do not see </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">him</span> working in our lives, but<span style="font-size:78%;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">he</span> is working in our lives. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I so miss the days that I sat at HIS feet and enjoyed the communion that only HE can bring.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have become a Martha. I cry more than I laugh, and if you knew me you would know that something was wrong. I am a character with a capitol C. Always have been. I wake up in the morning laughing and going on and that usually grieves most people but that is who I am, or should I say used to be.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have moved out of HIM and abiding in HIS strength to handle the day to day of our lives and I have moved into myself and my strength and how many of you know that will not work for long.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Two years ago hurrying around trying to get things done, taking care of Mom and Dad and my business and my home and still having two houses to flip and get rid of, I put on my wonder woman suit with it Bustier and boots and dug my heels in and said I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROAR!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SgBHNggXeuI/AAAAAAAAEZU/NPPTwV0OfHQ/s1600-h/Wonder%2520Woman%2520-%2520Color%2520-%2520001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SgBHNggXeuI/AAAAAAAAEZU/NPPTwV0OfHQ/s400/Wonder%2520Woman%2520-%2520Color%2520-%2520001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332340256196229858" border="0" /> </a><p></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mary over at Mary's Writing Nook.. I know this made you smile! </span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">This past March, I crashed. It was not a pretty sight. It frightened my brother, not to mention my sweet DH. My roar became a whimper and my boots and my wonder woman Bustier became tattered rags. I had moved into my own strength and it failed me.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">While visiting with my sweet Jean just weeks before she went on to be with the Lord. It was words from her sweet lips that tore my heart and exposed Martha. While we talked we spoke of the times when we remolded an old church building and watched as our congregation grew.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> We spoke of the many Sunday mornings that we rocked that old church house until the floors shook. We laughed and spoke of the days that God truly met us in a way that we have not seen since. It was then, through eyes cloudy with sickness that she looked me in the eye and asked me what was I so busy doing that I am not doing what HE has called me to? Just what are you so busy with? She has no idea how that impacted my life but I will share that with her one day. I went there to minister to her but God had other plans.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I sat quiet that afternoon after leaving there and I allowed her words to linger in my mind until the Spirit of the Lord broke my heart. Too busy with what? I do not know.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><u>Matthew 6:20 But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:</u><br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have removed my business sign from my front yard and over the next couple of month I will close my shop. It is very time consuming and I will begin to do some of the things I love and my son Chris is going to take the business. I have moved around some outside swings and my plan is to go out side during the day and just read and talk to the Lord. Too much time has passed since I have spent quality time with HIM.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">********************************************************************<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">There is NO doubt in my mind that the Lord intends me to be here talking of things of the Lord because that was the original reason for my blog. I want to talk of things of the Lord on my blog, but I want new and fresh things, I want the spirit of the Lord to be alive and living in the words that I type. The Lord so wants to bring life into lives that are suffering and hope to those that are hopeless and I want to be a part of that........ So for a short while I am going to spend quiet time with HIM...<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Love you each lots and lots and I will be stopping by each of you from time to time...<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">AND in these days of uncertainty remember : LOOK UP for your Redemption draweth nigh!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">P.S.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have created a new blog next door :) called Life At My House. That is where I will post most of the time about fun things and things going on out here. I will keep my Samaritan Women just for the times that the Lord gives me something to say. I think I will do better if I keep this just for those times. I want in the blog world Samaritan Women to be only food for the spirit.</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">So go over to my house and put your sweet face in the following place so that you will know when I come back!<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></p><p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://lifeatthewaldens.blogspot.com/">Life At My House</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><a href="http://lifeatthewaldens.blogspot.com/"></a></span></p><p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;">Go over and follow my other blog.<br /></p><p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Love Ya's.<br /></span></p></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-38008988751245772912009-04-20T21:48:00.006-05:002009-04-27T21:54:41.260-05:00She Dances...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Se03kfXEdLI/AAAAAAAAEWs/4kpmGgcCnKs/s1600-h/1783759.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Se03kfXEdLI/AAAAAAAAEWs/4kpmGgcCnKs/s400/1783759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326975034282243250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I cannot see her very well.. She is in the distance.. </span>She has beautiful blond hair that is natural. I have known her for years and she has never dyed her hair. She appears to be dancing! She doesn't dance, or I have just never seen her dance! What a joy to watch her. She is holding hands with an older man that appears to be so enjoying her company.<br /><br />I think if I stare long enough it is her husband. He appears younger than I remember. There is an older couple sitting over on what appears to be a bench sitting by a lake. I wish I could see them a bit better, but my eyes are turned back to her. She is laughing like I have not seen her laugh in a long time and there she goes again dancing.<br /><br />What a sight......<br /><br />Over in the distance is a man moving closer to her and her husband, HE is very familiar to me but I cannot quite see HIS face. As HE moves closer to her I see her dancing cease and she begins to move closer to HIM. She is not distracted now by anything moving around her, she seems to have only one thing on her mind....... To reach this man that is oh so near her now. She reaches out to touch HIS face just as HE touches her arm. She is home, she is well.... She feels no more pain......... She has touched the face of God......... She is where we all long to be............<br /><br />Jean......... I will miss you, but would never wish you back....<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jean Trobaugh----------<br /><br />She touched the face of God about 9:37 p.m. April 20, 2009</div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-67424693658281789862009-04-19T18:06:00.006-05:002009-04-19T18:19:07.295-05:00We Remember.......... April 19, 1995<div style="text-align: center;">Seconds after a truck bomb of nitrite and fuel detonated next to the federal building, a gaping hole was blasted into its side. During that tragic attack on America's Heartland 168 people died.<br /><br />Lives Lost because of hatred.......... We remember.<br /><br />Love to you Oklahoma<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SeuupHxxVuI/AAAAAAAAEWk/f3k6XiaodL4/s1600-h/murrah1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SeuupHxxVuI/AAAAAAAAEWk/f3k6XiaodL4/s400/murrah1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326543005781415650" border="0" /></a><b>Rescue Worker</b><br /><br /><div class="storyHeader"><li>Rebecca Needham Anderson, 37, Midwest City.<br /><br /><b>Athenian Building (Job Corps)</b><br /><br /></li><li>Anita Christine Hightower, 27, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Kathryn Elizabeth Ridley, 24, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /><b>Oklahoma Water Resources Board Building</b><br /><br /></li><li>Robert N. Chipman, 51, Edmond.<br /><br /></li><li>Trudy Jean Rigney, 31, Midwest City. </li></div><br /><b><center>NINTH FLOOR</center><br /><br />Drug Enforcement Administration</b><br /><br /><div class="storyHeader"><li><br /></li><li>Shelly D. Bland, 25, Tuttle.<br /><br /></li><li>Carrol June "Chip" Fields, 48, Guthrie.<br /><br /></li><li>Rona Linn Kuehner-Chafey, 35, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Carrie Ann Lenz, 26, of Chotaw and baby Michael James Lenz III.<br /><br /></li><li>Kenneth Glenn McCullough, 36, Edmond.<br /><br /><b>U.S. Secret Service</b><br /><br /></li><li>Cynthia L. Brown, 26, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Donald Ray Leonard, 50, Edmond.<br /><br /></li><li>Mickey B. Maroney, 50, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Linda G. McKinney, 47, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Kathy Lynn Seidl, 39, Bethel.<br /><br /></li><li>Alan G. Whicher, 40, Edmond.<br /><br /><hr /><b><center>EIGHTH FLOOR</center></b></li></div><b>U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development</b><br /><br /><div class="storyHeader"><li><br /></li><li>Ted L. Allen, 48, Norman.<br /><br /></li><li>Peter R. Avillanoza, 56, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>David Neil Burkett, 47, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Donald Earl Burns, Sr., 63, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Kimberly Kay Clark, 39, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Susan Jane Ferrell, 37, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Dr. George Michael Howard, D.V.M., 45, Vallejo, Calif.<br /><br /></li><li>Antonio "Tony" C. Reyes, 55, Edmond.<br /><br /></li><li>Lanny Lee David Scroggins, 46, Yukon.<br /><br /></li><li>Leora Lee Sells, 57, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Jules A. Valdez, 51, Edmond.<br /><br /></li><li>David Jack Walker, 54, Edmond.<br /><br /></li><li>Michael D. Weaver, 54, Edmond.<br /><br /></li><li>Frances "Fran" Ann Williams, 48, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Clarence Eugene Wilson, Sr. 49, Oklahoma.</li></div><br /><br /><b><center>SEVENTH FLOOR</center><br /><br />U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development</b><br /><br /><div class="storyHeader"><li><br /></li><li>Diane E. (Hollingsworth) Althouse, 45, Edmond.<br /><br /></li><li>Andrea Yvette Blanton, 33, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Kim R. Cousins, 33, Midwest City.<br /><br /></li><li>Diana Lynne Day, 38, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Castine Brooks Hearn Deveroux, 49, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Judy J. (Froh) Fisher, 45, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Linda Louise Florence, 43, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>J. Colleen Guiles, 59, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Thompson Eugene "Gene" Hodges, Jr., 54, Norman.<br /><br /></li><li>Ann Kreymborg, 57, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Teresa Lea Taylor Lauderdale, 41, Shawnee.<br /><br /></li><li>Mary Leasure-Rentie, 39, Bethany.<br /><br /><lijames mccarthy=""><br /><br /></lijames></li><li>Betsy J. (Beebe) McGonnell, 47, Norman.<br /><br /></li><li>Patricia Ann Nix, 47, Edmond.<br /><br /></li><li>Terry Smith Rees, 41, Midwest City.<br /><br /></li><li>John Thomas Stewart, 51, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>John Karl Van Ess III, 67, Chickasha.<br /><br /></li><li>Jo Ann Whittenberg, 35, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /><hr /><b><center>SIXTH FLOOR</center><br /><br />U.S. Marine Corps Recruiting</b><br /><br /></li><li>Sgt. Benjamin LaRanzo Davis, USMC, 29, Edmond.<br /><br /></li><li>Capt. Randolph A. Guzman, USMC, 28, Castro Valley, Calif.<br /><br /><hr /><b><center>FIFTH FLOOR</center><br /><br />U.S. Department of Agriculture</b><br /><br /></li><li>Olen Burl Bloomer, 61, Moore.<br /><br /></li><li>James E. Boles, 50, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Dr. Margaret L. "Peggy" Clark, 42, Chickasha.<br /><br /></li><li>Richard (Dick) Cummins, 55, Mustang.<br /><br /></li><li>Doris "Adele" Higginbottom, 44, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Carole Sue Khalil, 50, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Rheta Bender Long, 60, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /><b>U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development</b><br /><br /></li><li>Paul Gregory Beatty Broxterman, 42, Edmond.<br /><br /><b>U.S. Customs Office</b><br /><br /></li><li>Paul D. Ice, 42, Midwest City.<br /><br /></li><li>Claude Authur Medearis, S.S.A., 41, Norman.<br /><br /><hr /><b><center>FOURTH FLOOR</center><br /><br />U.S. Department of Transportation/Federal Highway</b><br /><br /></li><li>Lucio Aleman, Jr., 33, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Mark Allen Bolte, 28, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Michael Carrillo, 44, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Larry James Jones, 46. Yukon<br /><br /></li><li>James K. Martin, 34, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Ronota Ann Newberry-Woodbridge, 31, Edmond.<br /><br /></li><li>Jerry Lee Parker, 45, Norman.<br /><br /></li><li>Michelle A. Reeder, 33, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Rick L. Tomlin, 46, Piedmont.<br /><br /></li><li>Johnny Allen Wade, 42, Edmond.<br /><br /></li><li>John A. Youngblood, 52, Yukon.<br /><br /><b>U.S. Army Recruiting Battalion</b><br /><br /></li><li>Sgt. 1st Class Lola Bolden, U.S. Army, 40, Birmingham, Ala.<br /><br /></li><li>Karen Gist Carr, 32, Midwest City.<br /><br /></li><li>Peggy Louise Holland, 37, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>John C. Moss III., 50, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Victoria "Vickey" L. Sohn, 36, Moore.<br /><br /></li><li>Dolores "Dee" Stratton, 51, Moore.<br /><br /></li><li>Kayla Marie Titsworth, 3 1/2, Lawton.<br /><br /></li><li>Wanda Lee Watkins, 49, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /><hr /><b><center>THIRD FLOOR</center><br /><br />Defense Security Service</b><br /><br /></li><li>Harley Richard Cottingham, 46, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Peter L. DeMaster, 44, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Norma "Jean" Johnson, 62, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Larry L. Turner, 42, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Robert G. Westberry, 57, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /><b>Federal Employees Credit Union</b><br /><br /></li><li>Woodrow Clifford "Woody" Brady, 41, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Kimberly Ruth Burgess, 29, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Kathy A. Finley, 44, Yukon.<br /><br /></li><li>Jamie (Fialkowski) Genzer, 32, Wellston.<br /><br /></li><li>Sheila R. Gigger-Driver, 28, Oklahoma City and baby Gregory N. Driver II.<br /><br /></li><li>Linda Coleen Housley, 53, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Robbin Ann Huff, 37, Bethany and baby Amber Denise Huff.<br /><br /></li><li>Christi Yolanda Jenkins, 32, Edmond.<br /><br /></li><li>Alvin J. Justes, 54, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Valerie Jo Koelsch, 33, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Kathy Cagle Leinen, 47, Oklahoma ity.<br /><br /></li><li>Claudette (Duke) Meek, 43, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Frankie Ann Merrell, 23, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Jill Diane Randolph, 27, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Claudine Ritter, 48, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Christy Rosas, 22, Moore.<br /><br /></li><li>Sonja Lynn Sanders, 27, Moore.<br /><br /></li><li>Karan Howell Shepherd, 27, Moore.<br /><br /></li><li>Victoria Jeanette Texter, 37, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Virginia M. Thompson, 56, El Reno.<br /><br /></li><li>Tresia Jo "Mathes" Worton, 28, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /><hr /><b><center>SECOND FLOOR</center><br /><br />America's Kids Child Development Center</b><br /><br /></li><li>Miss Baylee Almon, 1, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Danielle Nicole Bell, 15 months, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Zachary Taylor Chavez, 3, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Dana LeAnne Cooper, 24, Moore.<br /><br /></li><li>Anthony Christopher Cooper II, 2, Moore.<br /><br /></li><li>Antonio Ansara Cooper, Jr., 6 months, Midwest City.<br /><br /></li><li>Aaron M. Coverdale, 5 1/2, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Elijah S. Coverdale, 2 1/2, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Jaci Rae Coyne, 14 months, Moore.<br /><br /></li><li>Brenda Faye Daniels, 42, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Taylor Santoi Eaves, 8 months, Midwest City.<br /><br /></li><li>Tevin D'Aundrae Garrett, 16 months, Midwest City.<br /><br /></li><li>Kevin "Lee" Gottshall II, 6 months, Norman.<br /><br /></li><li>Wanda Lee Howell, 34, Spencer.<br /><br /></li><li>Blake Ryan Kennedy, 1 1/2, Amber.<br /><br /></li><li>Dominique Ravae (Johnson)-London, 2, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Chase Dalton Smith, 3, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Colton Wade Smith, 2, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /><b>Visitor</b><br /><br /></li><li>Scott D. Williams, 24, Tuttle.<br /><br /><hr /><b><center>FIRST FLOOR</center><br /><br />Social Security Administration</b><br /><br /></li><li>Teresa Antionette Alexander, 33, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Richard A. Allen, 46, Oklahoma City<br /><br /></li><li>Pamela Cleveland Argo, 36, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Saundra G. "Sandy" Avery, 34, Midwest City.<br /><br /></li><li>Calvin Battle, 62, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Peola Battle, 56, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Oleta C. Biddy, 54, Tuttle.<br /><br /></li><li>Casandra Kay Booker, 25, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Carol Louise Bowers, 53, Yukon.<br /><br /></li><li>Peachlyn Bradley, 3, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Gabreon D.L. Bruce, 3 months, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Katherine Louise Cregan, 60, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Ashley Megan Eckles, 4, Guthrie.<br /><br /></li><li>Don Fritzler, 64, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Mary Anne Fritzler, 57, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Laura Jane Garrison, 61, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Margaret Betterton Goodson, 54, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Ethel L. Griffin, 55, Edmond.<br /><br /></li><li>Cheryl E. Hammon, 44, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Ronald Vernon Harding, Sr., 55, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Thomas Lynn Hawthorne, Sr., 52, Choctaw.<br /><br /></li><li>Dr. Charles E. Hurlburt, 73, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Jean Nutting Hurlburt, 67, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Raymond "Lee" Johnson, 59, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>LaKesha Richardson Levy, 21, Midwest City.<br /><br /></li><li>Aurelia Donna Luster, 43, Guthrie.<br /><br /></li><li>Robert Lee Luster, Jr., 45, Guthrie.<br /><br /></li><li>Rev. Gilbert X. Martinez, 35, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Cartney J. McRaven, 19, Midwest City.<br /><br /></li><li>Derwin W. Miller, 27, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Eula Leigh Mitchell, 64, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Emilio Tapia, 50, Oklahoma ity.<br /><br /></li><li>Charlotte Andrea Lewis Thomas, 43, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Michael George Thompson, 47, Yukon.<br /><br /></li><li>LaRue A. Treanor, 55, Guthrie.<br /><br /></li><li>Luther H. Treanor, 61, Guthrie.<br /><br /></li><li>Robert N. Walker, Jr., 52, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>Julie Marie Welch, 23, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /></li><li>W. Stephen Williams, 42, Cashion.<br /><br /></li><li>Sharon Louise Wood-Chesnut, 47, Oklahoma City.<br /><br /><b>General Services Administration</b><br /><br /></li><li>Steven Douglas Curry, 44, Norman.<br /><br /></li><li>Michael L. Loudenslager, 48, Harrah.<br /><br /><!-- sphereit end--> </li></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-56015138866033343642009-04-17T21:19:00.005-05:002009-04-17T23:09:56.151-05:00Is There a "Understanding God's Ways " For Dummies Book?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SelIrCIoHlI/AAAAAAAAEWc/VfM6lZGACbU/s1600-h/ISAIAH+55.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SelIrCIoHlI/AAAAAAAAEWc/VfM6lZGACbU/s400/ISAIAH+55.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325867938486951506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="765184014-21032009"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><p style="background-color: rgb(174, 186, 122); color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">I have been pretty busy this week....My DH is off and we have been building a fence around the back yard. I was in the city on Monday for a medical procedure and slept most of the afternoon on Monday. Even though I was only out about 45 minutes I was wiped out all day Tuesday.</div></div></div></div></span></p></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sd1Q4q10QHI/AAAAAAAAET8/hAhmcqRGIVo/s1600-h/cross1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sd1Q4q10QHI/AAAAAAAAET8/hAhmcqRGIVo/s400/cross1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322499269124702322" border="0" /></a>Wednesday was much better and needed to visit Jean. When I drove up to her house there were several cars in the driveway and my heart went up into my throat. It is over I thought. I hesitated to go in as I did not want to interrupt the family at this hour of their grief. As I sat in my car Jeannie Kay (Jean's Daughter) came out of the house and I rolled my window down and beckoned her to the car. I inquired as to the reason for all the cars? She was getting married ! It was a spur of the moment thing and her and Tony (her soon to be husband) were headed to the court house to pick up the marriage license.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">One of the things that Jean has always wanted for a very long time was to see her daughter married to Tony and not just living together. They have been together for over 6 years now.<br />Tony is a wonderful man and when Jean got sick he and Jeannie Kay moved in with Jean to help take care of her. BUT........ Jean always wanted to see them married.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I prayed and prayed last Sunday, Easter, for the Father to take Jean home. I had my cousin Tisha praying with me that Jean would go home that day........ What a glorious day that would be for Jean, to go to see Jesus on Easter Sunday. I can tell you that I was just a wee bit disappointed that it did not happen. You must understand that I love Jean and hate to see her suffer so. Well........... please pass the "Understanding the ways of God for Dummies" book.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="765184014-21032009"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="765184014-21032009"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><p style="background-color: rgb(174, 186, 122); color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Isaiah 55:8 For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD<br />Isaiah 55:9 For as the heavens are higher than the earth , so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.</div></div></span></p><br />If the Lord had answered my prayer, Jean would have missed the wedding of Tony and her daughter. Something that she has prayed and asked the Father for many years.<br /><br />I went in the house and visited with Jean for about 1/2 hour while others were waiting for Jeannie and Tony to return to the house. The hospice pastor that has been coming over every other day to check on Jean was going to preform the service. They would marry right there in the bedroom where Jean was laying. I had been working in the yard with Dennis before I took a few minutes to go see Jean so I was not dressed for a wedding. It was just for family and I kissed Jean on the cheek and slipped out.<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sd1Q4q10QHI/AAAAAAAAET8/hAhmcqRGIVo/s1600-h/cross1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sd1Q4q10QHI/AAAAAAAAET8/hAhmcqRGIVo/s400/cross1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322499269124702322" border="0" /></a>Hospice is there 24 hours a day now and that was Wednesday morning around 11:00. I have not been over there since and will go tomorrow.<br /></div></div><br />Jean has lost her eye sight but she hears real well and still has her sense of humor. I was standing talking to her sister and Jean lifted her hand and made a yakked yak jester with her hand. Me and her sister, Lynett just laughed.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="765184014-21032009"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="765184014-21032009"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><p style="background-color: rgb(174, 186, 122); color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">I will not again pray that the Lord take Jean home, I will leave that most important decision in HIS <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">capable</span> hands. How wonderful does the Father love those that love HIM? HE loves them enough to allow us to stay when all others would pray us gone so that we could experience the answer to a prayer that a mother has prayed for years........... HE loves us THAT much.</div></div></span></p><br />I am proud of Jeannie Kay and Tony and after this is all over I will take something over there that they can remember for years, but I think the memories of standing in her dying mothers room and giving her a gift that has no price tag.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sd1Q4q10QHI/AAAAAAAAET8/hAhmcqRGIVo/s1600-h/cross1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sd1Q4q10QHI/AAAAAAAAET8/hAhmcqRGIVo/s400/cross1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322499269124702322" border="0" /></a>Thank you Father God that sometimes the answer to our prayer is NO..<br /></div></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It is Friday night and Jean remains....... I wonder what other prayer HE will answer before HE calls her home.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sd1Q4q10QHI/AAAAAAAAET8/hAhmcqRGIVo/s1600-h/cross1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sd1Q4q10QHI/AAAAAAAAET8/hAhmcqRGIVo/s400/cross1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322499269124702322" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-69013565300426867042009-04-12T19:25:00.010-05:002009-04-12T21:45:58.931-05:00Easter With Jean<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SeKgVJd-AyI/AAAAAAAAEUM/qIITS4wyMk4/s1600-h/AD-DD2006%7EWords-to-Live-By-Faith-Posters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/SeKgVJd-AyI/AAAAAAAAEUM/qIITS4wyMk4/s400/AD-DD2006%7EWords-to-Live-By-Faith-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323993994684662562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="765184014-21032009"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="765184014-21032009"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><p style="background-color: rgb(174, 186, 122); color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><div style="text-align: center;">Just stopping in to share with you my morning with Jean. It was a stormy rainy day here in Oklahoma and we had thunder storms all night. It was really a beautifully cool morning with a light rain falling.<br />I got over there about 10:15..<br />Jean has moved so close to Heaven that she no long communicates here.. She has no energy to speak and most of the time her eyes are closed.</div></span></p><br />I took her flowers.<br /><br />She knew I was there, she opened her eyes for just a moment and smiled when I kissed her cheek. I sobbed and sobbed and could not help myself.<br /><br />I moved the chair up closer to her bed side and I opened my bible to Matthew and read to her the story of Easter. I read slowly as the sobs would rise in my throat and I need to stop and gain control. After finishing the reading in Matthew I read to her from Isaiah 53:5. It is my favorite book in the bible and one of my favorite scriptures.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="765184014-21032009"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="765184014-21032009"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><p style="background-color: rgb(174, 186, 122);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">But he [was] wounded for our transgressions, [he was] bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace [was] upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.</span></span></p><br />I then put my cheek right on her cheek and whispered as I prayed. She had little strength but as I prayed she lifted her hand into the air and praised the Father with me. I cried and my tears fell on her face. I whispered to the Father that she was tired and ready to go home. I whispered to the Father that she has a Father and a Mother and a husband waiting.<br />I sat for a long time just holding both her hands.. She would grip tighter when I started to leave or move.<br />At one point I sang to her......... Amazing Grace and In The Garden... Now I am not a singer so it was just a joyful noise. She just laid there and did not move.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sd1Q4q10QHI/AAAAAAAAET8/hAhmcqRGIVo/s1600-h/cross1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sd1Q4q10QHI/AAAAAAAAET8/hAhmcqRGIVo/s400/cross1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322499269124702322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="765184014-21032009"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="765184014-21032009"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><p style="background-color: rgb(174, 186, 122);"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Then something happened...... I began to pray in my heavenly language. I pray in the natural and I pray in the spirit.. When I began to speak in tongues her eyes opened wide and she looked at me...... Wide eyed. She watched me closely as I prayer........ It was the most amazing thing.. Her spirit was hearing my words and understood the language. Her spirit man understood! Her spirit is alive and well and ready to go to the Father.</span><br /></span></p>........ How precious a time it was.......<br /><br />I sat quiet for a long time and she slipped in to a sound sleep... I kissed her on the cheek and I knew that I would not see her again this side of heaven.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sd1Q4q10QHI/AAAAAAAAET8/hAhmcqRGIVo/s1600-h/cross1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P24UU2yhcXc/Sd1Q4q10QHI/AAAAAAAAET8/hAhmcqRGIVo/s400/cross1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322499269124702322" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div></span></span></div></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051180472045413040.post-85140284320085280442009-04-11T21:00:00.001-05:002009-04-11T21:00:16.922-05:00He's Alive<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/VbSnk1R31vg' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VbSnk1R31vg'/></object></p></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com9