tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66027972509346505222024-03-21T15:45:07.548-05:00RanderingsAh-ha moments and other random randerings...Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14434181066515853805noreply@blogger.comBlogger228125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602797250934650522.post-85502564198809722632015-07-15T11:22:00.000-05:002015-07-15T11:22:44.839-05:00I Am One<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Whether you have a 'someone special' to exchange sweet nothings with today or not, remember that you are loved with an <b>everlasting love</b>.<br />
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A <b>perfect</b> love.<br />
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A love worth<b> dying</b> for.<br />
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<i>And that's worth more than all the chocolate and roses in the world.</i><br />
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Happy Valentine's Day!<br />
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But he is NOT.<br />
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And we need to not only remember that but we need to speak the truth.<br />
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And speak it loud.<br />
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Whether we use words or not. Sometimes we will speak it through our actions. Or we will speak it through love.<br />
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If you can't see the video, please go <a href="http://http;//randerings.blogspot.com" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</div>
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Be brave. Find your voice. And have an awesome weekend! </div>
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They say the first 3 things that go when you get older are your eyesight, your hearing and your<i>...um, I forget</i>.<br />
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So...I am a little slow on finishing this post, as you can tell by the "New Year's Eve" reference up above. Oh, well, life happens, eh? <i>(That was said in my lower-North Dakota-Canadian accent - could you tell?)</i><br />
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But back to the point: <i>remembering...or is it forgetting?</i> It all depends on how you look at it, I guess. This past year truly was a blur and, in all honesty, I can't remember most of it. I want to...I just <b>can't</b>. But I'd like to think that I remember the important things: Chris' visits home, meeting Miss Mairead for the first time, our family trip to the lake, Colin's first guitar recital, running a 5K with Isaac, shopping at IKEA <i>(OK, I'm kidding about that one. Kind of.</i>)<br />
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For many of us, there was a lot that was probably not worth remembering: job issues, family issues, fights, heartbreak, loss, or even death for some of us. But there was also good things: time with friends & family, that new job, a new start, laughter, moments of peace and rest, making up, healing, forgiveness (giving & receiving), blessings and new life.<br />
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I think one of keys of living a contented life is learning (and choosing) what to remember...and what to forget.<br />
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<b>Because sometimes forgetting is good.</b><br />
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Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! <br />
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? ~Isaiah 43:118-19</div>
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Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead,</div>
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I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. </div>
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~Phillippians 3:13-14</div>
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<b>But sometimes forgetting is bad</b>.<br />
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You have forgotten God your Savior; you have not remembered the Rock, your fortress. </div>
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<b>Forgetting God and all he had done for us. Bad. Definitely bad. </b><br />
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<b>We need to remember...</b><br />
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Look to the LORD and his strength; seek his face always. </div>
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<u>Remember</u> the <b>wonders</b> he has done, his <b>miracles</b>, and the judgments he pronounced... </div>
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Let all that I am praise the LORD; with my whole heart, I will praise his holy name. <br />
Let all that I am praise the LORD; may I <u><b>never</b></u> <u><b>forget</b></u> the good things he does for me. </div>
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<span class="woj">“This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.” </span></div>
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<b>Because I am so thankful for what God remembers...</b><br />
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He remembers his covenant forever, the word he commanded, for a thousand generations... </div>
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...for their sake <b>he remembered</b> his covenant and <b>out of his great love</b> <i><u>he relented</u></i>.</div>
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The LORD remembers us and will bless us...</div>
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~Psalm 115:12</div>
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God heard their groaning and he remembered his covenant... </div>
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<b>And for what he forgets...</b><br />
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I, even I, am he who blots out your transgressions, for my own sake, and <i><u>remembers your sins <b>no more</b></u></i>. </div>
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~Isaiah 43:25</div>
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Their sins and lawless acts I <u><i>will remember <b>no more</b></i></u>. </div>
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~Hebrews 10:17</div>
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God does not want us dwelling in the past - yet it is so important that we remember what He has done for us and what he has brought us through. We need to remember how he blessed us, delivered us, provided for us, healed us...saved us! We need to remember the good, forget that which holds us back, shames us, or condemns us, and look ahead to the future that God has in store for us. A future he promises is full of hope, joy and blessing.<br />
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We need to remember to forget what needs to be forgotten. </div>
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Without forgetting to remember what needs to remembered.</div>
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Got it? <i>(Now I just hope we don't forget!)</i><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602797250934650522.post-70600617335044572062012-01-16T06:30:00.000-06:002012-01-16T06:30:02.819-06:00Ms. Polly Perfect's Reality Check<b>Tomorrow I will be perfect.</b><br />
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I will not hit snooze on my alarm but instead will jump out of bed perky, cheerful and ready to greet the world with ambition and a unwavering positive attitude.<br />
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I will shower, dress and prepare a cup of tea before sitting down for a full, uninterrupted hour of fellowship with my Lord; I will not fall asleep while reading or praying. <br />
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I will wake my children with gentleness and joy, and then skip downstairs to prepare them a hot, home-made and hearty breakfast. They be so positively affected by my fantabulous attitude and joyous spirit that they will cheerfully and quickly finish getting ready for school - without needing any reminders or cajoling from me. I will kiss them and listen to them whistle something from Mozart - <i>or is it Bach?</i> - as they head out the door; the smile on their faces and the twinkle in their eyes my plentiful and abundant reward.<br />
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I will throw on my apron and begin cleaning the house - working until 9 am - the amount of time it will take to make everything in my home, from top to bottom, sparkle and shine like dew drops in the early morning sunlight. By noon, the smell of fresh bread from the oven and a perfectly tender roast in the crockpot will permeate the air. 4 dozen chocolate chip cookies will be cooling on the counter.<br />
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I will feed the kitty, eat a light and healthy salad - dressing on the side - and head out to run my errands, making sure to have my perfectly organized list in my perfectly organized purse. I will return home in exactly one hour and unload my groceries that I purchased all at 70% off using coupons. I will sort the mail and pay any bills that are due. I will then sit down and write 3 blog posts and schedule them to post precise intervals through out the next week.<br />
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I will greet the children with a kiss and sit down with them to eat milk and cookies; <i>of course, I will eat an apple and drink water.</i> We will immediately do homework and I will be able to help with all the problems - <i>even the Advanced Algebra</i>. This kids will thank me and tell me how lucky they are to have such a smart mom; and then proceed to set the table with our fine china - <i>with out even being asked.</i><br />
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<i>Egads. Blah, blah, blah, blah... I can't believe you are still even reading this!</i><br />
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Let's try this instead.<br />
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<b>Today I am human.</b><br />
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I over slept...along with both of the kids. And they were NOT happy when I drug them out of bed. We were out of cereal, so I made them each a piece of toast and slapped some PB on it, in-between yelling up the stairs at them to hurry up and trying to keep the cat off the table and out of the peanut butter. I tell the boys I am sorry for the rush, Isaac tells me not to worry about it, and Colin responds with something that resulted in <b>me</b> telling <b>him</b> that he better watch his attitude or his life as he knows it is <i><u>over</u></i>.<br />
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With a little more pushing and nagging the kids are out of the door. I <strike>take a quick shower and dress</strike> throw on some clothes and look at my to-do list. I immediately decide that 2 of the things on it just. aren't. gonna. happen. today. I glance at my bible and then promise to God in my heart that I will catch up with him later. I clean up the kitchen, pick some clothes up off of the floor and then go back to the bathroom to brush my teeth. <i>('Cuz brushing teeth is important.) </i><br />
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I decide to get the errands done and push myself out the door. At my first stop I find a sign on the door saying they aren't open today; At my second stop, the clerk tells me the item I ordered and <i><b>was promised</b></i> would be in <b>yesterday</b> won't be in until <i><b>next week</b> (Errggh.)</i>; At my third stop, the grocery store, I spend what seems like half an hour trying to find my grocery list at the bottom of my purse - then realize I left the 5 precious coupons I managed to find time to clip out - at home on the counter. I finish my shopping and check out - having to "borrow" $5 from the gas envelope to pay for groceries because I went over budget. 2 hours later I get back home - cranky, frustrated and desperate for a nap. I walk into the kitchen to find that the cat knocked over the water glass I left on the counter and it has spilled all over my forgotten coupons and the mail I've been ignoring for a week.<br />
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<i>Should we just stop here or would you like me to keep going? Uffda...</i><br />
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<b>Somewhere between my dreams and fantasies there is a reality check.</b><br />
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In my mind, I would love to be the perfect mother. The perfect wife. The woman who can do it all - and do it flawlessly day in and day out. But reality has hit home and I have come to the freeing and <i>healthy</i> realization that - just like some of things on my never ending to-do list - <strike>some</strike> most days, <i>it just ain't gonna happen. </i><br />
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In fact, it will <strike>probably</strike><i><b> never happen</b></i>.<i><br />
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And I am ok with that.<br />
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I will strive to do my best. I <b>will</b> make my to-do list, clip the coupons that I can, and clean my house in-between guitar lessons, Scout meetings and episodes of the Biggest Loser.<br />
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I will hug my kids and apologize when I screw up. I will give myself grace on the bad days; and I will thank the Lord above for the the great days.<br />
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And, honestly, who want to be a Ms. Polly Perfect Homemaker anyhow? She's so annoying I can't even finish writing a blog post about her. Bleh.<br />
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Be blessed. Be Brave. And give yourself Grace.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602797250934650522.post-54026147816567065172011-12-27T12:51:00.000-06:002011-12-27T12:51:00.411-06:00Just A Little Randering: Clinging<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining, <br />
<b>It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.</b> <br />
Long lay the world in sin and error pining. <br />
Till He appeared and<b> the soul felt its worth</b>. <br />
<b>A thrill of hope</b> the weary world rejoices, <br />
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. <br />
<b>Fall on your knees!</b> Oh, hear the angel voices! <br />
O night divine,<b> the night when Christ was born; </b><br />
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine! <br />
O night, <b>O Holy Night , O night divine! </b><br />
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Led by the light of faith serenely beaming, <br />
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand. <br />
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming, <br />
Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land. <br />
The King of kings lay thus lowly manger; <br />
In all our trials born to be our friends. <br />
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger, <br />
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend! <br />
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend! <br />
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Truly He taught us to love one another, <br />
His law is love and His gospel is peace. <br />
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother. <br />
And in his name all oppression shall cease. <br />
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, <br />
With all our hearts we praise His holy name. <br />
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we, <br />
His power and glory ever more proclaim! <br />
His power and glory ever more proclaim!<br />
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Be blessed. Be brave. And have a <u>very</u> merry <b>Christ</b>mas! </div>
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<i>"Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.</i></div>
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<i> This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”</i> </div>
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It's Christmas time.<br />
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That's<b> Christ</b>-mas time. <i>Ahem.</i><br />
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Although, it is getting harder and harder to figure that out. I have a challenge for you: go to your local superstore and head to the "Christmas" section. Now try to find the nativities. Or the mangers. Or an ornament that is even in a general shape of something slightly religious.<br />
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Disappointing - <i>and frustrating</i> - isn't it?<br />
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At the Samuels' house we don't make a big deal out of Santa. We don't paint believing in Santa as something bad - rather, he is more like a non-issue. We just don't talk about him at all, really. The boys do get stockings but I don't think we have ever said they were from Santa - they are just 'there' on Christmas morning.<br />
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As a mom, though, I do purpose to not decorate with Santa. Cookie plate in the shape of a chubby Santa face? <i>I'll skip it.</i> Ho-ho-ho-ing ornament? <i>Pass.</i> Wrapping paper with cute reindeer and Santa hats? <i>Not for me.</i> But give me a nativity and I am swooning. I <u><b>love</b></u> them - maybe even just a little too much <i>(maybe.)</i> There is something so peaceful, so meaningful, in the beauty of a simple nativity. And in a culture that increasingly tells us that talking about Christ at Christmas is taboo, I figure the least I can do is make sure my friends and family are reminded of the true meaning of Christmas when they come into my home.<br />
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Here are the nativities that I currently have around my home:<br />
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This is the first nativity I ever received. It was from my parents, 21 years ago, in honor of the birth of our first son, Christopher. And, yes, he was born on Christmas. And not in a manger, but with just about that much drama and excitement<i> (but that's a story for another time.)</i></div>
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We bought this nativity set several years ago - it is by far the most expensive nativity we have because they are Hamilton-Drake collectible dolls. And in all honesty, I am not that crazy about it but I think it is my kids' favorite nativity: probably because it is the most realistic <i>(even if the green shepherd boy looks like Peter Pan</i>) and because it is the only baby Jesus that we can hide until he is "born" on Christmas day. It is the nativity that the boys have helped me set up each year, unwrapping each doll with <i>(boyish)</i> care - and so for that reason it has the most special memories.</div>
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I love my Willow Tree nativity. The pieces are so simple, yet so beautiful. 3 years back I bought the manger at Walmart and loved it. The next year I went back to buy another one and guess what? They are no where to be found :( We put this nativity front and center under our Christmas tree as a reminder that our focus is not the tree or the gifts but instead, our focus is the the babe who gave the greatest gift of all - <i>himself</i>.</div>
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This nativity was given to me by a friend who said she thought of me as soon as she saw it. What a perfect gift and I will treasure it always!</div>
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This is my newest nativity: It is also by Willow Tree and I purchased it last year on clearance - <i>after Christmas</i> - and never even took it out of the box! So I was so excited to put it out this year and it was well worth the wait. The picture is really cruddy<i> (sorry, I warned you)</i> but trust me, it is beautiful! </div>
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No nativity collection would be complete without an outdoor light up set, right? <i> (Just smile and nod.) </i>I've actually had this set for several years, but thanks to our very, very extended fall this year, Keith finally got around to building a stable for them to huddle in. I was giggling like a little girl when he put it out <i>(see, it's the small things that make me happy.)</i></div>
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Ok, I confess, this one is maybe over the top. And slightly embarrassing. It was a really, really good after-Christmas deal and I just couldn't pass it up <i>(really, I couldn't)</i> - but I think my husband wishes I had because it's kind of a pain in the patooey to put up and maintain through the wind and snow. Thankfully, we haven't had <strike>much</strike> any of that this year <i>(may I remind you that we live in North Dakota! Crazy...)</i> so there's been little complaining. Yes, it's a little cheesy. And, yes, the sheep looks like he is a cyclops <i>(he does have two eyes, honest.)</i> But if any of our nativities are going to get noticed, <i>it's gonna be this one</i>.<br />
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The point is, I want my family and those around me to, well...<i><b>get the point</b></i>. We need to be reminded that Christmas isn't about presents and Santa and happy holiday festivities! If it was not for a baby in a manger 2,000 years ago there would be <i><b>nothing</b></i> to celebrate in December. He was the beginning of it all. He is the reason, the focus, the point of <b>everything</b> that we do.<br />
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Or at least, it should be.<br />
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At church this past Sunday, the minister quoted the following verse:<br />
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<i>"While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths
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2,000 years ago there was no room in the inn for the babe - the King of Kings. 2,000 years later there is still little room for him: certainly not in our schools, in our businesses, our government...and, sadly, many times not even in our lives. <i>Even at Christmas.</i><br />
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My prayer for you is that you take time this Christmas, and each day of the year, to make room for Him in your life. Let HIM be the point,<i><b> the focus of your</b><b> life</b></i>. No, there still may not be peace in the world, but I guarantee there will be peace in your heart.<br />
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And <b>that</b> is the greatest gift of all.<br />
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Merry Christmas and much love,<br />
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OK. Not THAT toothbrush - I brush my teeth <i>everyday</i>. Honest.<br />
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No, I got out this toothbrush.<br />
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And for two hours I brushed and scrubbed little nooks and crannies throughout my house that haven't been brushed and scrubbed in ... well, <i>a REALLY long time.</i><br />
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Two hours later, I stood back and smiled and breathed out a deep sigh. A deep sigh of contentment and relief and accomplishment. My house looked cleaner, felt cleaner, and it smelled cleaner ...<i> fresher.</i><br />
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And it got me to thinking. I think our souls are like that. Every once in a while they need a deep cleaning. We all do our best on a day to day basis to keep the clutter under control and the obvious cobwebs swept away. But every once in while, we need to pull out that toothbrush and take a closer look.<br />
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<i>"Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me..."</i> (Psalm 139:2-3)</blockquote>
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Because way back in the corners of our heart are the crumbs and dust that, if left untouched, will eventually begin to become more obvious. If we don't clean out the corners of our home once in awhile, those dust bunnies will become dust dinos and take over. And it is no different with our hearts.<br />
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Crumbs of anger or unforgiveness become bitterness.<br />
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Seeds of hurt or betrayal become mistrust or even hate.<br />
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Shadows of pride and arrogance become self-righteousness and condemnation.<br />
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We need to make time to clean our homes. And more importantly, we need to make time to clean out our hearts. Find a quiet space, shut out the world and shut yourself in with God and ask him to help to sweep out those back corners and those neglected closets.<br />
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You'll feel fresher ... <i>and freer.</i><br />
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<i>"<u>Nothing</u> in all creation<b> is hidden from God’s sight</b>. <u>Everything</u> <b>is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account</b>.<sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV1984-30013"></sup>.. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet was without sin. <sup></sup>Let us then <b>approach the throne of grace with confidence</b>, so that we may <b>receive mercy</b> and <b>find grace</b> to help us in our time of need."</i> (Hebrews 4:13, 15-16)</blockquote>
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Be brave. Find your voice. And be free.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a <b>new</b> <b>creation</b>; </span></div>
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When we let God work in us, he does <strike>great</strike> <strike>awesome</strike> fan.tab.u.lous. things!<br />
Put yourself back into the hands of your creator and just see what happens - you will be <i>eternally</i> changed.<br />
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In the meantime...<br />
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Be brave.<br />
Find your voice.<br />
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Colin is going through another growth spurt. All the signs are there: constant eating, irritability, extra tired, and the worst - <i>growing pains.</i> Last night, he was up until 10:30 - unable to sleep because his legs hurt "way down deep on the inside."<br />
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As a mom, I feel so helpless - there is really <i>nothing</i> you can do for growing pains except to try and make your child as comfortable as possible. We rubbed Tiger Balm on his legs, cuddled on the couch and prayed...and waited for the pain to pass. Two hours past his bedtime, he finally felt a little better and let us tuck him back in to his bed.<br />
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I do not take any sort of pleasure in knowing my children are in pain. But, I confess, I do get excited when I think about the fact that my boys are growing. Growth is a sign that they are <b>healthy;</b> It is a sign that they are <b>changing</b>, <b>maturing</b>, and <b>becoming who God created them to be</b>. So while I do not want them in pain, I am excited for the change that awaits them on the other side of this temporary discomfort.<br />
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Pain is not pleasant: <i>but it can be rewarding.</i> An athlete knows that if he pushes through the burn, he will be stronger and healthier and he will be one step closer to meeting that goal that he has been working towards. A woman knows that she must breathe, and then push, through the pain of contractions to finally hold and caress that precious life that she has been carrying deep within her belly for 9 long months. An accident victim knows that they must take a deep breath and force themselves to get through that next session of physical therapy so that they may reclaim the life that a drunk driver almost took away.<br />
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So much pain. But so much reward.<br />
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I need to be reminded (often) of the adage "no pain, no gain." I think, like many people, I want things the easy way. I want to learn to play the piano without having to practice. I want to write a book without having to write a thousand worthless essays or blogs posts first. I want to memorize scripture without having to study it. I want to be strong and healthy without having to put down my Pepsi and pick up a weight.<br />
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But there cannot be growth or true success or honest pride - without hard work, sacrifice, and, yes, sometimes even pain. We cannot expect that we can sit on the couch watching reruns of "Home Improvement" and our life will just magically transform on its own in between commercial breaks.<br />
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We need to get up and run (or walk first); we need to remember what it means to sweat, to study, to <i>think...</i><br />
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We need to feel the burn, push through those contractions, take a deep breath and remember that the pain is only temporary.<br />
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And what is on the other side is priceless.<br />
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Be encouraged. Be brave. Find your voice. And<b> get up</b>...and run!<br />
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<i>No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.</i> (Hebrews 12:11)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602797250934650522.post-16338617497638248132011-11-25T06:30:00.000-06:002011-11-25T06:30:02.040-06:00So Furious: Fab Music Friday1. Crank up volume.<br />
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3. Listen to its message.<br />
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4. Then play it again - this time with your arms open wide.<br />
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And sing loud.<br />
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'Cuz God is listening.<br />
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And <b>He</b> <b>loves</b> to hear <b>you</b>.</div>
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Find your voice. </div>
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And have a fantabulous weekend!</div>
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Whatever you do today, whether it's watch the Macy's Parade, share a big meal with your family or just snuggle up with a good book and a turkey sandwich, I pray today brings you rest, peace and refreshment.</div>
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<b><i><span style="color: black;">Have a happy and blessed Thanksgiving!</span></i></b></div>
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All I can say is, I appreciate their honesty...<br />
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Moving along...<br />
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<span class="woj">“<b>You are the salt of the earth</b>. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men. </span><span class="woj">“<b>You are the light of the world</b>. A city on a hill cannot be hidden.</span> <span class="woj">Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.</span> <span class="woj"> In the same way, <b>let your light shine before men</b>, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven." <i>(Matthew 5:13-16)</i></span><br />
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This is why it is said: “<b>Wake up</b>, O sleeper, rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.” <i>(Ephesians 5:14)</i></div>
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>Hear now this declaration ~ From out across the nations ~ <b>We need to wake up and understand</b></div>
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Many hurting hearts are crying ~ <b>But our voices seem to be dying</b> ~ Can you see the battle raging on?<br />
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<b>We are the light to reach this world</b> ~ We are the salt preserving these souls</div>
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Let's show them the love that we've received now<br />
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We are, we are in desperation ~ We need to reach this generation<br />
We are speaking louder than before<br />
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We are the hope that's been forgotten ~ We have a love that will be brought and<br />
We are speaking louder than before<br />
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Take every chance that you can ~ Move together taking a stand<br />
Never losing heart, we'll speak as one<br />
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<b>We need to be the image of Christ<br />
Show love and serve at all times<br />
We can make a difference in these land</b>s<br />
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<b>We are the light to reach this world ~ We are the salt preserving these souls<br />
Let's show them the love that we've received no</b>w<br />
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We are, we are in desperation ~ We need to reach this generation<br />
We are speaking louder than before<br />
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We are the hope that's been forgotten ~ We have the love that will be brought</b> <b>and</b><br />
We are speaking louder than before<br />
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Everything's so surreal ~ But this urgency I feel<br />
We should be reaching out to all these desperate pleas<br />
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Oh, the need is real can't you feel<br />
This call to revolution<br />
My beating heart is breaking for them<br />
That's why I'm speaking now<br />
That's why I'm speaking now<br />
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We are, we are in desperation ~ <b>We need to reach this generation</b><br />
We are speaking louder than before<br />
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We are the hope that's been forgotten ~ We have a love that will be brought and<br />
We are speaking louder than before<br />
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We are, we are, we're speaking louder<br />
We are, we are, we're speaking louder<br />
We are speaking louder than before<br />
We are speaking louder than before<br />
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Oh, yeah...</div>
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Be Brave. Let your light shine. And have a great weekend.</div>
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<i>Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but<b> let us encourage one another</b>—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.</i></div>
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I did nothing this weekend.<br>
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And I did it 2 hours away from home in a remote Minnesota lake cabin with three other beautiful women. We talked, laughed, played games, ate <b>lots</b> of chocolate and drank lots of coffee, shared music and faith and struggles. We stayed up late and slept in. We stayed in our jammies most of the day and didn't shower until the middle of the afternoon. We sat in silence and we shared God's Word.<br>
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We did all this...<i>and, yet, we did <b>nothing</b>.</i><br>
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Because we did not chase kids, do laundry, or stress about our jobs or our churches or our homes. No one cleaned a toilet, or changed a diaper, or ran car pool for the 3rd time this week. Not one of us left to run errands, or pick up a sick kid, or attend a committee meeting.<br>
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We were four weary women sneaking away to do <i>something</i> other than the <i>something</i> that we normally do - and, in that, it felt deliciously like we were doing <b>nothing</b>.<br>
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And it felt <b>good</b>.<br>
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