tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54434460730809782022024-03-12T22:18:57.223-04:00A Redeemed Wretch"The light shines in the darkness,and the darkness can never extinguish it."
John 1:5Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-41810614703098554712011-06-25T11:18:00.001-04:002011-06-25T11:29:09.125-04:00Rethinking things continues...This time it is homeschooling. For years I was taught to simply teach the basics and to teach apologetics and about God, and that would be enough. We shouldn't worry about preparing our kids for college. Well, that, along with so many other things, have been in the process of rethinking and reevaluating in our household for the last year and a half. Sammy LOVES math and science. He is especially interested in astronomy and doing experiments...and he's only 8. So, we came to the conclusion that we want to prepare him so that if the Lord leads him to go to college for a degree and advancement, he won't have to go into it and take remedial courses, but that he would be fully prepared. If God leads him contrary to that, we will be fine with that too, but we want to do everything that we possibly can to make sure he's ready for wherever the Lord may lead. I have been reading a book recommended by a dear friend on Biblical homeschooling. It has been challenging many of my previously held thoughts on things, and my status quo, which is a valuable thing. I need to be shaken out of my rut once in awhile. Anyway, in reading yesterday, I read something that was shocking, and I had to read it to Terry. Now, I will state that I agree with a lot of this. However, I will also state that I do not limit my God from being able to keep godly children safe if parents have no other recourse but to put their children in a state school. My God is bigger than that.<br />
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<span style="color: black;">"Our culture is being manipulated to worship the state. We see the state as a god, with the right to control everything which it chooses. The state is being endowed with powers for controlling the destiny of its human resources - the power of predestination. Our culture teaches us to think of the state as having a natural right to control the education of children for the sake of society, because, after all, the democratic state is the embodiment of society. Our culture teaches us that the state has a <em>compelling interest</em> in its own survival and success. Hence the state must own the children, for the children are the future. Though this doctrine is rarely stated in such explicit terms, it is nevertheless the implicit declaration of virtually all state programs. The state seeks to be omniscient - to know everything about us. The state seeks to be omnipresent - to be everywhere in our lives. The state seeks to be omnipotent - to control everything in society. <em>The state is the incarnation of the god of humanism.</em> Man, through the state, has become the measure of all things. The promise of the tempter in the Garden of Eden is at last fulfilled in the socialist state. Man is as a god, determining for himself what is good and evil - measuring everything by his own invented standards, apart from God's revealed standards.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> There is only one way to defeat the socialist state. It is not with political machinery and votes. It is not with petitions and protests. It is with godly, parent-controlled education of their own children. Socialism breaks down the natural bond between parents and children - that is a necessary part of the socialist program. Unless those bonds are broken, the state cannot gain power to control the future. Parent-controlled education thwarts that purpose. Hence the socialist state has worked hard to turn the parental bond into a liability and to make it desirable for parents to sever that bond wherever and whenever it is possible.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"> From a practical point of view, Homeschooling is strongly out of favor with the socialist state, because it strengthens that parent-child bond which controls the future. The family is socialism's public enemby number one, and practicing Biblical Christianity is a hate crime against the state." (p. 56; "Teaching the Trivium: Christian Homeschooling in a Classical Style" by Harvey and Laurie Bluedorn; copyright 2001)</span><br />
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As an aside, I would also say that I know many good and godly parents that have maintained that strong relationship with their children in spite of state schools, however, I do believe they are the exception, not the rule. For the most part, I do indeed see the break down of the family ties as the children progress through school, for one reason or another. I have my opinions as to what those reasons are, but I will leave that to the reader to decide for themselves.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-76550821046756791482011-05-02T12:16:00.000-04:002011-05-02T12:16:22.273-04:00Freedom from Tyranny...This was borrowed from a friend. I agreed so much, I needed to share it. Thanks, Mike, for the reminder. Nicole<br />
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<span style="color: black;">"<em>By his willingly renouncing self-defiance, the Christian affirms his absolute adherence to Jesus, and his freedom from the tyranny of his own ego</em>." </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">-Dietrich Bonhoeffer</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Payback, getting even, revenge - no matter what you call it - is an exaltation of self. It communicates who is truly on the throne of your heart, you. And when you are driven by revenge, you live in tyranny. You are ruled by an evil master who deceives you into believing that revenge is the key to your cell. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Instead of seeking the opportunity to "repay evil with evil", remember that the key to the prison of revenge is forgivness. The door is unlocked when you...</span><br />
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<em><span style="color: black;">Love your enemy. Pray for those who persecute you.</span></em><br />
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<span style="color: black;">-Jesus (Matthew 5)"</span> <br />
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<span style="color: black;">Mike Park </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-58264820228326677042010-11-06T17:09:00.001-04:002010-11-06T17:31:08.165-04:00Wisdom Justified<em>But wisdom is justified by all her children.</em> Luke 7:35<br />
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"The world is full of "experts". There are people everywhere who want to convince you of the wisdom of their opinion. Yet God says that it is not the one who declares his viewpoint the most loudly or vociferously who is the wisest, but the one who is vindicated over time.<br />
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Wisdom is not proven by arguments or debate. Wisdom is proven over time. Some people adamantly proclaim that their opinion is best. Regardless of how convincingly these people defend their viewpoint, time is the best judge of their wisdom. The result of a practice proves its validity, not how loudly it is promoted. When you seek to obey what God has told you, you will sometimes meet resistance and criticism from others who disagree with the wisdom of your actions. Your immediate response may be the urge to vindicate yourself. However, if you wait patiently, time will reveal the wisdom of your actions far better than you could through argument.<br />
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Through the ages, the wisdom found in God's Word has been tested and proven true. It is critical that you measure everything you hear against the Scriptures. Trends in psychology and philosophy come and go, but God's Word is timeless. Whenever you share an opinion in counseling someone else, make sure that it comes from the Scripture and not merely from your best thinking. As long as you base your life choices on the Word of God, time will be your defender and will validate the wisdom of your choices. If, over time, you clearly see you are wrong, ask God's forgiveness and seek a fresh word from God through the Scripture. Then obey that word and watch to see God confirm His wisdom in your life."<br />
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Experiencing God Day by Day; Henry Blackaby and Richard BlackabyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-11031799477675795972010-10-08T23:14:00.000-04:002010-10-08T23:14:22.696-04:00Simplifying: Buying Less & Giving MoreI cannot tell you how challenged I am by this post from <a href="http://www.passionatehomemaking.com/2009/02/simplifying-101.html">Passionate Homemaking</a>:<br />
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<span style="color: black;">“Simplifying means having less, wanting less, being satisfied with what you have or less than what you have. It does not mean boredom. People with too many things are the most easily bored. St. Francis owned only his robe, yet was never melancholy or bored.” – J Matthew Sleeth, author of Serve God, Save the Planet</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Simplifying Your Buying Techniques (as shared in the above quoted book):</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">1. If you think you want something, wait a month. One of three things will happen if you follow this sage advice. One: You will forget. Two: You will no longer need it. Or three: You will need it more. Most often, numbers one and two will happen.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">2. Next, borrow and lend. How are we going to live together in heaven if we can’t even share a chain saw? One of my goals this year is to put all my books together in a loaning library database, in order that I might bless and encourage others in my church through loaning out my books or simply donating them to our local library. They are just collecting dust right now! I also have a ton of girl baby clothes. If we have a boy, my first goal will be to find someone who can benefit from the use of these clothes in the meantime.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I am growing to realize that the more I share, the less of a strong hold these possessions will have upon my heart. What things are lying around your house that someone else could use right now? There are so many ways to be generous by loaning and giving away your possessions even if you are lacking in the monetary capacity. This is an opportunity for the body of Christ to come together, especially in this slowing economy, and serve and share with one another. Remember Acts 2:44-45, which states that the believers had all their resources together and distributed them as each had a need. I think applying this principle is so applicable today.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">It really comes down to changing our mindset! It starts with waiting a month, then if you still really need the item, looking into your borrowing options. If they are lacking, check out all your used options (craigslist, freecycle, consignment shop, etc). The very last alternative is buying an item new…but you most likely will not even get here if you check out the previous ideas!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-46392580030622495762010-10-03T21:58:00.000-04:002010-10-03T21:58:28.233-04:00Day 19 - A Talent of YoursI believe most people would say that my talent is singing, and I guess in some way that's true. I do love to sing, and I recognize the Lord has gifted me to be able to do so. But if I had to choose my talent, it would be something different. The talent I want is to be able to glorify God, whether it be with my voice, or with service, or with my writing, or especially with compassion and mercy. This is the talent that I pray that I might have. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-27591779275085147482010-10-02T21:17:00.000-04:002010-10-02T21:17:20.592-04:00Day 18 - Your Wedding<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-size: small;">Here we are with my siblings (all but one) from my Dad's side, plus nieces and nephews. There were a bunch who weren't there.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: white;">This is my heart. I long to adopt a child (or 2...or 3). I'm still waiting, Lord. I would love to be able to live out the gift given to me by my Father by adopting a child into our family and helping them to see the incredible gift given by God: His love and the price He paid to make us His children.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-3891456590937484492010-09-28T17:38:00.001-04:002010-09-28T17:38:55.563-04:00Day 15 - Your Dream Home<span style="color: white;">My dream home is difficult to describe. I recognize that a house does not make a home. A place does not make a home. The old adage says, "Home is where the heart is." And in light of that I wish I could sound all spiritual and say that my home is just fine because I have my family around me, and that I have all I need. And I guess that is true in some ways. I am thankful to still have my husband with me. I am thankful the Lord blessed us with a wonderful child. I am thankful the Lord has provided all of our needs and then some. And yet to say that I am completely content would be a lie. I feel guilty that I am not completely content with all the Lord has given me. And yet, I long for a house nestled in the midst of some mountains where I can see the mountains that I long for every day. Reds, oranges, and golds all around me as the crisp air of fall descends into the valley. Snow scattering the ground on cold mornings when my breath turns into mist that curls through the air. Apples and pumpkins and hay rides in the chilly night air. A stream that meanders across our property that I can lay next to during the heat of summer and listen to it gurgle, or that Sammy and I can sit dangling our feet in the cool water. My heart longs for this with an ache I cannot explain. Whenever we visit the mountains, I cry when we leave. I know I need to learn to be content where God has me for now, and for the most part, I am, but the longing never goes away. And all I can do is pray that one day, the Lord will grant me this desire of my heart.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-84733303423309865002010-09-27T10:22:00.000-04:002010-09-27T10:22:31.552-04:00Day 14 - A Non-Fictional Book<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvW7Mc9wWetxi2tR5rMO26qycaU43kTrkmfIzcVOWlnqqaIc6gHluphyPa9Nhfi7yVdyqeK3V-3Y77k0kyX_lEFSdrVAA8cqGhB3IL4WixubXILvFXoXxKTW2lFmLFMZ3FRFvaKFI6qH4/s1600/choosing+to+see.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvW7Mc9wWetxi2tR5rMO26qycaU43kTrkmfIzcVOWlnqqaIc6gHluphyPa9Nhfi7yVdyqeK3V-3Y77k0kyX_lEFSdrVAA8cqGhB3IL4WixubXILvFXoXxKTW2lFmLFMZ3FRFvaKFI6qH4/s400/choosing+to+see.png" width="266" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: white;">This is the book that I am in the middle of reading right now, and this book has touched me in more ways than I could even count. Mary Beth has been incredibly honest about her struggles, not just with losing Maria, but also with the ways that she has struggled throughout her life in giving up her plans and her will to surrender to God's. I see myself in so many pages in this book and have been asking the Lord to help me to choose to see the ways that He is working in my life that are for my good even if they aren't what I would choose and to stop fighting Him when He begins working in my heart. I look back on my life, and I see so many times when the Lord has begun to do a work in my heart that I have come out swinging. I don't want to do that anymore. I want surrender to be my first reaction, not my last. There is so much HOPE in these pages filled with confessions and tears that our God is not distant, that He is ever near, that His love is far surpassing anything and everything that we could ever imagine. So I would recommend this book to be read by anyone who struggles with trusting God even when you can't SEE where He is leading.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-66445919804131090592010-09-26T16:40:00.000-04:002010-09-26T16:40:08.907-04:00Day 13 - A Fictional Book<span style="color: white;">I already mentioned "The Pilgrim's Progress" in my favorite books, so I won't mention it again. I will instead mention my favorite Christian author of fiction and two books she has written that are excellent and well worth reading.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Francine Rivers has written both "The Last Sin Eater" and "The Atonement Child". These books are very thought provoking and help the reader to think of some issues from a different perspective. The picture of God's love for us in both of these books is awe-inspiring and tear-stimulating.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">On to what I am OCD about...the biggest thing I would have to admit would be my dishwasher. Everything has its own specific place in the dishwasher, and I get very testy if it is put in the wrong spot (just keeping it real). I have had to learn in someways to let go of it because if I want Terry to help me wash the dishes occasionally, I can't be a jerk about it, but it is difficult. I mean, even in the silverware holder, each utensil has its own slot: small spoons in one, big forks in another, table knives and serrated knives separated into their own compartments. Believe it or not, there is method to my madness...mostly, it makes it easier to put them away. All I have to do is grab them and put them in their slot in the drawer. No having to separate them first, that is already done! Makes perfect sense to me!</span><br />
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Me at 17. Whew...that was a long time ago...17 years ago to be exact. Where has time gone?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-5649774402466434562010-09-13T19:55:00.001-04:002010-09-13T19:56:47.885-04:00Day Nine - A Picture You Took<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk5WI4sWt5clLRncWHMut2CLhkLWSC1dA0VpVZB9BVbKqYC936_CpX0DbxlF-JSVCpm4mPlyrfMmkBs_dbi2nO5dJdsbL3c2psdKv6LZiM7QJQiEwKxuxOdELEu2n8nufh6FHT9Aq8Bhw/s1600/100_1465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk5WI4sWt5clLRncWHMut2CLhkLWSC1dA0VpVZB9BVbKqYC936_CpX0DbxlF-JSVCpm4mPlyrfMmkBs_dbi2nO5dJdsbL3c2psdKv6LZiM7QJQiEwKxuxOdELEu2n8nufh6FHT9Aq8Bhw/s640/100_1465.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: white;">I took<span style="color: white;"> this picture on our impromptu visit to Virginia in 2008 in the middle of our uncertainty over Terry's cancer. We were amazed to see a rainbow against a blue sky. That seems impossible, and yet there it was... A moment of hope and awe in the midst of fear and uncertainty. It was another reminder of God's love and kindness to us,</span> His children.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-62354649321209082112010-09-13T14:58:00.000-04:002010-09-13T14:58:59.042-04:00Legalism or Grace?<span style="color: white;">"And by that will, we have been made holy through the sacrifice of the body of Jesus Christ once for all." Hebrews 10:10</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">"Rigid adherence to a list of do's and don'ts appeals to our pride and self-sufficiency by fostering the myth that if we work hard enough we can earn God's favor. That's fear-based thinking, and "God has not given us a spirit of fear" (2 Timothy 1:7 NLT). "There is no fear in love...fear has to do with punishment" (1 John 4:18 NIV). Legalism is fear that God isn't big enough to forgive your sins, that unless you do the right thing in the right way at the right time - and do it perfectly - you're in trouble. Jon Walker writes: "That's a lie with the smell of hell all over it! When we fear making mistakes we become timid, and limit ourselves from living abundantly. We let...analysis permeate our decisions as we lead quiet, desperate, anti-faith lives, afraid to move with the bold confidence that grace gives us to walk in uncertainty...unafraid of rejection." Speaking against works-based religion, Martin Luther said, "Be a sinner and let your sins be strong, but let your trust in Christ be stronger...rejoice in Christ...the victor over sin." No, Luther wasn't excusing sin! He was restoring grace to its rightful place, affirming that nothing can separate us from God's love (See Romans 8:38-39). He wasn't downgrading the law, he was upgrading grace. Grace means talking to God and listening for His voice when it would be easier to just consult the rule book. The truth is, when "[Jesus] entered...heaven...to appear...before God on our behalf" (Hebrews 9:24 NLT), He freed us to have a relationship with Him without fear of sin separating us."</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-9738538715426804442010-09-13T06:59:00.000-04:002010-09-13T06:59:16.180-04:00Day Eight - A Photo that Makes You Sad / Angry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9CAy_6UJkBUrUvdJsnaaFrqmGP4YPLkcRkiVWy_vkDl5qAZGCYq8L_-xrbt2kANegSDzAeeSn_BKi8MKdn4JMXCJHABWxgkBHsJ8GEAxUFrbTsX9xBNV7lrOaxVTIgWAiaq_5kv58-c/s1600/100_1572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9CAy_6UJkBUrUvdJsnaaFrqmGP4YPLkcRkiVWy_vkDl5qAZGCYq8L_-xrbt2kANegSDzAeeSn_BKi8MKdn4JMXCJHABWxgkBHsJ8GEAxUFrbTsX9xBNV7lrOaxVTIgWAiaq_5kv58-c/s400/100_1572.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span style="color: white;">In contrast to the picture yesterday, this is a reminder of the most frightening time in my life. Terry was still going through chemo at the time I took this picture, and I have never seen him look so tired or pale. I can only pray that we never have to go through this again, but it is a constant fear hanging over me.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-62101983707663824742010-09-12T19:30:00.000-04:002010-09-12T19:30:01.226-04:00Day Seven - A Photo that Makes You Happy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwSs5Nn5NQ-ygZHQFVUk36NeyAUcM97Pg0v9QiXaF71f8UX5JrrFuf9DmnjVVXwos39EhKMg2Pi0riJIagMlJXm8KTu55rLuui2da5amKdVAtjGR7wzAQGWbawfbzoQfOeMCnr1gw83bM/s1600/2007-02-11+080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwSs5Nn5NQ-ygZHQFVUk36NeyAUcM97Pg0v9QiXaF71f8UX5JrrFuf9DmnjVVXwos39EhKMg2Pi0riJIagMlJXm8KTu55rLuui2da5amKdVAtjGR7wzAQGWbawfbzoQfOeMCnr1gw83bM/s400/2007-02-11+080.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: white;">This is one of my absolute favorite pictures, of my two favorite people in the whole world. And it is a reminder of things before fear and pain came in...when things were simpler.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-45635951628980496862010-09-11T12:16:00.006-04:002010-09-11T13:06:40.004-04:00Day Six - 20 of My Favorite things<div align="center"><span style="color: white;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">1. Jesus Christ, my Savior who took my sins and suffered for them and gave me His righteousness in return. Grace is a GREAT word!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white;"><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">2. My wonderful husband, Terry. He is a blessing to me in so many ways. I don’t know what I would do without him.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white;"><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">3. My precious Sammy. Precocious, adventurous, goofy, funny, and an absolute joy.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white;"><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">6. My extended family. The Lord has blessed me with many people that I consider family, though we do not share any genetic ties.</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"></span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"></span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdPwhg67DKo80YNM_ALfKK0zGYyw0m6Q_qB5j6u-WWMMGpKiZ3c-_62eGn8mQavRhyphenhyphenjYFl_DsyyVmnnU8lW8a81mGD3vjjfW-2AwfWoU9AgKc89Z1BTRLE8qO7SmfZGgtJurntK8jUU4o/s1600/Rich+and+Kathy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdPwhg67DKo80YNM_ALfKK0zGYyw0m6Q_qB5j6u-WWMMGpKiZ3c-_62eGn8mQavRhyphenhyphenjYFl_DsyyVmnnU8lW8a81mGD3vjjfW-2AwfWoU9AgKc89Z1BTRLE8qO7SmfZGgtJurntK8jUU4o/s320/Rich+and+Kathy.jpg" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxQFbfZ1AlxsvFbJWY2g60oeJQk1nyNay3aBIcZOfdCqBK6raojrOcI6GehZa-owxuxW9uZTRw6Um1kR3pY21Xdl2t9XqlFCaSu9yfmjEsJEk1L6WkkoFKYab4a1bQW1nfC6FdXTRuEg/s1600/Kyndel+and+Phil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxQFbfZ1AlxsvFbJWY2g60oeJQk1nyNay3aBIcZOfdCqBK6raojrOcI6GehZa-owxuxW9uZTRw6Um1kR3pY21Xdl2t9XqlFCaSu9yfmjEsJEk1L6WkkoFKYab4a1bQW1nfC6FdXTRuEg/s320/Kyndel+and+Phil.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="color: white; font-size: large;"></span><br />
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As promised, this is my favorite quote. This quote has caused me to think about so much in my life, so many things that I have struggled to make come to pass, only to fail again and again. So many things I’ve wanted to change, only to see them continue to go in a direction that I did not wish. I meditate on this a lot…the need to give God EVERYTHING…my hopes, my dreams, my fears, my family, everything…and then to trust Him to bring about His will in His timing, as long as I commit everything to Him and do things His way.<br />
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<span style="color: white;">"Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths."</span> Proverbs 3:5-6<br />
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Once again, I can’t pick just one…I love the Bible because it is still just as relevant today as it was 2000 years ago. People in the Bible experienced the same struggles, triumphs, heartaches, and fears that I do. And the Lord has blessed us in giving us His Word to lead us and guide us in our life experiences.<br />
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I also love “The Pilgrim’s Progress” by John Bunyan. I have found so many truths in this allegory that have been evident in my own life, and seeing how Christian and Christiana struggled thru even their own failures to come out strong in faith and a testimony to the faithfulness of the only One who never fails.<br />
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One of the books that has been most recently added to my favorites list is “Experiencing God” by Henry Blackaby, Richard Blackaby, and Claude King. This book has blessed me in so many ways and helped me to see the many ways that I was experiencing God’s work in my life when I didn’t even realize it.<br />
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The second recent addition has helped me so much in the trials and struggles I have experienced in the past year. Robert J. Morgan took a fresh look at how the Lord moved for the Israelites by the Red Sea and came up with ten “rules” for helping believers through trials and difficulties in this life: “The Red Sea Rules”.<br />
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Okay…this one is easy. My favorite movie of all time is “Facing the Giants”. There are a lot of other movies that I like in a lot of different genres, but “Facing the Giants” is the only one that I can watch over and over and over again, and still get something new out of it every time! I NEVER get tired of watching it. Maybe it is the fact that I relate to Grant Taylor’s struggle with fear and feeling like a failure. Or maybe it is the fact that I SO relate to Brooke’s desperate desire for a child, and the miracle of having one where it didn’t seem possible. Or maybe it is just that I like football!!! I guess it is just everything fit together in one perfect package that makes up my favorite movie of all time. Oh, and it also has one of my favorite quotes in it…but I guess that is for another day. :-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-20342393396814751052010-09-05T21:10:00.002-04:002010-09-05T21:14:01.727-04:00Day One - My Favorite SongThis may be one of the hardest ones for me to answer. Music is a HUGE part of my life. I have some music in my head almost all the time. I have different songs come to mind from time to time depending upon my situation. Music ministers to me in ways that I cannot explain. So, where would I begin to even break down my favorite song? Do I even have a favorite song of all time? Should I pick my favorite hymn, or my favorite CCM song, or my favorite musical? So since I couldn’t pick just one, I will have to give a montage of sorts to show the diversity of music that makes up my life.<br />
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My favorite hymn is a tie (between 3 different songs). Before Terry’s cancer it was “Great is Thy Faithfulness”. After Terry was diagnosed with cancer “It Is Well With My Soul” became very special to me and continues to be so. The third I don’t even know if you can call a hymn, but it has always meant a lot to me as it is the cry of my heart in many ways. “Lord, I Am Fondly, Earnestly Longing”: <object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSav8MC9Mh8?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSav8MC9Mh8?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br />
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I grew up on musicals, so I love the songs to many. Terry and I have an appreciation for many things Jewish, including the music. I don’t know if you could say it was Jewish, but we love “Fiddler on the Roof”. I love the music from “Phantom of the Opera” and have since I was a teenager who desperately longed to sing like Sarah Brightman. I owned the complete soundtrack to the original Broadway production and would spend hours in my room singing the songs. I love the music from the “Prince of Egypt”! The songs are extraordinary, and I could listen to it at least once a week. <br />
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When it comes to my usual listening pleasure, contemporary Christian music, I would be hard pressed to pick just one song, or even just one artist. I LOVE Keith Green’s music and his heart that comes through every song. My favorite Keith song is “Make My Life a Prayer To You.” <br />
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I have been blessed by many a Casting Crowns song, the worship of Chris Tomlin, and the stories of Nichole Nordeman. I hear and echo the heart of Jeremy Camp. But my favorite Christian artist is Steven Curtis Chapman. I don’t think I could pick one of SCC’s songs that I like over another. There have been so many that have helped me through some of the hardest times of my life, as well as some I just love to sing. Time (and space) would fail me to tell of every song, but here are just a few highlights.<br />
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My fave SCC song to sing and dance to: “The Great Adventure”. It might be an oldie, but it is definitely a GOODIE!!! (I was a little discouraged because apparently I can't embed ANY SCC songs!)<br />
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I love the song “Magnificent Obsession” from <strong>Declaration</strong>.<br />
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One of my favorites of all time, and that I will begin singing at any given time is “Much of You” from <strong>All Things New</strong>. (Yay! I found one!!!)<br />
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From <strong>This Moment</strong> I am in love with “My Surrender”:<br />
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On top of all of this, I have songs that have been important to me in this season of my life. The one that has been the theme song for me during this difficult and trying, uncertain and changing year has been “Whatever You’re Doing” by Sanctus Real. <br />
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So you have my life summed up in song. And that is only scratching the surface.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-64331595335429737032010-09-04T20:52:00.003-04:002010-09-04T20:54:58.518-04:0030 day Blog JournalOkay, so I have been inspired by one of my Blogger friends, <a href="http://thisgirl-amanda.blogspot.com/">Amanda</a>, to start this 30 day blog journal. Here's the deal...you are supposed to blog about different things every day for 30 days. I'm not sure I will do it EVERY day, but I will...eventually...post 30 different blogs about the following:<br />
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<span style="color: white;">Day 1 - your favorite song</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 2 - your favorite movie</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 3 - your favorite television program</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 4 - your favorite book</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 5 - your favorite quote</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 6 - 20 of my favorite things</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 7 - a photo that makes you happy</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 8 - a photo that makes you angry/sad</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 9 - a photo you took</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 10 - a photo taken over 10 years ago of you</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 11 - a photo of you recently</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 12 - something you are OCD about</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 13 - a fictional book</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 14 - a non-fictional book</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 15 - your dream house</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 16 - a song that makes you cry (or nearly)</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 17 - an art piece (drawing, sculpture, painting, etc)</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 18 - my wedding/future wedding/past wedding</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 19 - a talent of yours</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 20 - a hobby of yours</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 21 - a recipe</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 22 - a website</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 23 - a youtube video</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 24 - where I live</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 25 - your day, in great detail</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 26 - your week, in great detail</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 27 - my worst habit</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 28 - whats in my handbag/purse</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 29 - hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Day 30 - a dream for the future</span><br />
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So thus begins my journal journey... Come along with me if you wish. I'm wondering what I am going to find out about myself.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5443446073080978202.post-15126555063008000162010-09-02T09:34:00.000-04:002010-09-02T09:34:35.838-04:00Entrusted with ArrowsCheck out my friend Lea Ann's review of the movie "Entrusted with Arrows" and enter for your chance to win a free copy at the following link.<br />
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<a href="http://whateverstate.wordpress.com/2010/09/01/review-and-giveaway-entrusted-with-arrows/">http://whateverstate.wordpress.com/2010/09/01/review-and-giveaway-entrusted-with-arrows/</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0