Saturday, November 14, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I wasn't really planning on writing this post yet, but I feel I should. Randy Alcorn, who I am proud to call friend, brother, pal has written a book titled "If God is Good...Faith in the Midst of Suffering and Evil." It came out yesterday. I began reading it last week.
I'm not gonna lie. My usual fare tends to be things like "The Shopaholic Takes Manhattan" and
So a book about suffering (really?) and evil (seriously?) would not necessarily end up on my night stand. Well, it would. But it would get dusty. Just sayin'.
But because this was written by my good friend, because I trust and look up to this man so much,and I completely know how his heart chases after Jesus, I would set aside Paula Deene and her buttery recipes for a time.
I even began to look forward to what I was going to learn. But I wasn't prepared for the cracking open of my heart as I read and absorbed and reread and cried.
How could I not have understood these important truths before? Did I just become too familiar with "common" doctrine and apathetic to God's crazy love and his willingness to suffer for us?
I have wept the last two days reading this book and when my feelings became too much I put it down and walked away to make dinner or play with the puppy. I'm telling you, the truth of this is washing over me and over me.
My eyes have been focused on myself and my (our) own "suffering" rather than Jesus.
I am so torn apart by not having seen that.
Or known it with my head, but not owned it in my heart.
I am repenting today.
Randy goes on to do what the Mel Gibson's movie "The Passion" could not do; portray with words what suffering Christ went through, both in body and spirit, so he could prevent our eternal suffering.
He lays out what society's various responses are to the question of evil and suffering and then dives into the many layers of what scripture tells us. Brilliant stuff.
I so highly recommend this book. In fact, I insist you go get one. We need to understand about suffering before it happens. Because it will. But we have a God who cares .
Now I have to go finish it.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
You take a nice Sunday afternoon nap.
With your goats.
Monday, July 13, 2009
But I heart the Baloney Sandwich story, so I am repeating it.
I can do this.
This is my blog.
Have a good day.
This is just one of those thankful kind of days. Nothing special happened, but I am overwhelmed with gratefulness to God for everything He provides. Nice weather, jobs for our business, watermelon, the birds singing, tough lessons that He helps me learn, family, friends, DVR technology, beef on the grill.In all honesty, my list could go on and on. Couldn't yours?
Here is a very cool little devotional called "A Baloney Sandwich" from the book "Stories Bob Benson Used to Tell."
Read it. Enjoy it. Be thankful to God this morning.
Realize that I typed it up for you with my two-fingered typing skillz. Because I love you.
A Baloney Sandwich
"Do you remember when they had old fashioned Sunday School picnics? I do. As I recall, it was back in the "Olden days", as my kids would say, back before they had air conditioning.They said, "We'll all meet at the Sycamore Lodge in Shelby Park at 4:30 on Saturday.
But if you were like me, you came home at the last minute. When you got ready to pack your picnic, all you could find in the refrigerator was one piece of dried up baloney and just enough mustard at the bottom of the jar so you got it all over your knuckles trying to get to it. And just two slices of stale bread to go with it. So you made your baloney sandwich and wrapped it in an old brown bag and went to the picnic.
When it came time to eat you sat at the end of a table and spread out your sandwich. But the folks who sat next to you brought a feast. The lady was a good cook and had worked hard all day to get ready for the picnic. And she had fried chicken and baked beans and potato salad and homemade rolls and sliced tomatoes and pickles and olives and celery.
And two big homemade chocolate pies to top it off. That's what they spread out there next to you while you sat with your baloney sandwich.
But they said to you,
"Why don't we just put it all together?""No, I couldn't do that. I couldn't even think of it," you murmured in embarrassment, with one eye on the chicken."Oh, come on, there's plenty of chicken and plenty of pie and plenty of everything. And we just love baloney sandwiches. Let's just put it all together."
And so you did and there you sat, eating like a king when you came like a pauper.
One day, it dawned on me that God has been saying just that sort of thing to me. "Why don't you take what you have and what you are, and I will take what I have and what I am, and we'll share it together?"
I began to see that when I put what I had and was and am and hope to be with what He is, I had stumbled upon the bargain of a lifetime.I get to thinking sometimes, thinking of me sharing with God. when I think of how little I bring, and how much He brings and invites me to share, I know I should be shouting from the housetops, but I am so filled with awe and wonder that I can hardly speak.
I know I don't have enough love or faith or grace or mercy or wisdom, but He does. He has all those things in abundance and He says, "Let's just put it all together."Consecration, denial,sacrifice,commitment and crosses were all kind of hard words for me, until I saw them in the light of sharing.
It isn't a case of me kicking in what I have because God is the biggest kid on the block and He wants it all for Himself. He is saying,"Everything I possess is available to you. Everything that I am and can be to a person, I will be to you."
When I think about it like that,it really amuses me to see somebody running along through life hanging on to their dumb bag with that stale baloney sandwich in it saying, "God's not going to get my sandwich! No sirree, this is mine!" Did you ever see anybody like that-so needy- just about half starved to death, yet hanging on for dear life. It's not that God wants your sandwich.
The fact is you need His chicken!
Well, go ahead-eat your baloney sandwich, as long as you can. But when you can't stand its tastelessness or drabness any longer, when you get so tired of running your own life and doing it your way and figuring out the answers with no one to help, when trying to accumulate,hold,grasp and keep everything together in your own strength gets to be too big a load, when you begin to realize that by yourself you're never going to be able to fulfill your dreams, I hope you'll remember that it doesn't have to be that way.
You have been invited to something better, you know. You have been invited to share in the very being of God.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Both of these things have been said to me on more than a few occasions and it wouldn't bother me a bit if they were said by unbelievers.(And they have been)
But the times it has made me pause has been when it has been said by believers; people who have been Christians for a long time, usually raised in the church.
I always assumed people are kidding when they say this...until I'd heard it many times, and not always directed at me.
So I now have to ponder if what was said wrong, or wonder if intentions were misconstrued or I was so out of line that someone would feel they need to gently or jokingly correct me with a wink and a laugh.
I honestly can't see it.
If I were attempting to shove the Good News down some one's throat with a pitchfork or Bible-verse hurling with intent to injure I can see anyone getting annoyed. (including me)
But seeing God revealed in every situation or circumstance is not really a bad thing, in my opinion. In fact, its a good thing.
The way I see it, I don't put God in situations; He is already there.
I just see Him there and say something about it. I am not "trying" to make Him there...He just IS.
He encompasses everything, all the time.
"It is finished. I am the Alpha and the Omega-the Beginning and the End." (Rev.21:6)
God is not at all confined to church-flavored situations like Sunday School or communion or bible study, although He is there, too.
But He can be found in every detail, every action, every corner of creation.
He is the God of grapes and goats and galaxies. I want to see Him everywhere. Shouldn't we be asking Him to reveal His awesome presence to us...everywhere and in everything?
Aren't we admonished from the pulpit that we should not restrict our worship to Sundays while singing a Chris Tomlin worship song , but be aware of Him during conversations with family and friends, shopping at Safeway in the middle of the week,walking the goats or cleaning the kitchen after dinner?
So I would encourage you not to muffle or discourage the voices that see God everywhere. They are praising God when they recognize Him in the magnificent as well as the minuscule and mundane.
I would question whether some brothers and sisters are trying to impose limits on when and where God may be seen by His children, instead of inviting Him to make Himself known in everyday life.
I will continue find great joy in seeing Him everywhere, like a cosmic Where's Waldo. And speak up about it.
I am not spiritualizing everything.
He already did.
Right at the crest, where Mount Olives begins its descent, the whole crowd of disciples burst into enthusiastic praise over all the mighty works they had witnessed: Blessed is he who comes, the king in God's name! All's well in heaven! Glory in the high places!
Some Pharisees from the crowd told him, "Teacher, get your disciples under control!"
But he said, "If they kept quiet, the stones would do it for them, shouting praise." (Luke 19:38-40)
Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord from the heavens! Praise him from the skies! Praise him, all his angels! Praise him, all the armies of heaven! Praise him, sun and moon! Praise him, all you twinkling stars!
Praise him, skies above! Praise him, vapors high above the clouds! Let every created thing give praise to the Lord, for he issued his command, and they came into being. He set them in place forever and ever. His decree will never be revoked.
Praise the Lord from the earth, you creatures of the ocean depths, fire and hail, snow and clouds, wind and weather that obey him, mountains and all hills, fruit trees and all cedars, wild animals and all livestock, small scurrying animals and birds, kings of the earth and all people, rulers and judges of the earth, young men and young women, old men and children.
Let them all praise the name of the Lord. For his name is very great; his glory towers over the earth and heaven! 14 He has made his people strong, honoring his faithful ones— the people of Israel who are close to him.
Praise the Lord!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
I was pondering things this morning as I jogged. About how I didn't feel like running. At all. About how excited I am that the new Glory Revealed CD is going to drop any minute now. About how happy I am that no goats are with me. About how that last insect I inhaled almost choked me to death.
Also about this following, completely hypothetical situation.
Say a wife is making dinner and folding laundry at the same time. Multi-tasking like a hurricane. She is on a mission to get things done. It is a Monday and things will get accomplished.
Suddenly, she realizes she has to go to the bathroom, but because she was like a woman on fire getting chores done, she may have waited a moment or two longer than she should have.
She rushes into the bathroom.
IF her husband had left the seat in the DOWN position, like he usually does, everything would be hunky-dory. Left with the seat in the upright position the humble toilet becomes a veritable Porcelain Death Trap for women, with it's gaping jaws and rushing waters.
So, for the sake of our story, let's just say that the husband left the seat up. Then the poor, unsuspecting wife would probably almost fall into the toilet and wheel her arms around like a big, clumsy ostrich trying to take flight. She may or may not have screamed.
She probably even pulled every muscle in her back, shoulder and neck.
But her injury would obviously be more than physical. It would be mental, too, because hell0-ooo.
She almost drowned in a toilet.
She would probably be justifiably miffed. I assume that she would not have the best attitude as she slapped said husband's Honey Mustard Roast Pork, steamed green beans and Garlic Parmesan red potatoes on a plate at dinner time.
You can't blame this pretend woman for getting upset. She most likely wouldn't even feel like running the next day.
Because of the pain, you know.
But she is a determined sort, (anger is an excellent motivator) and would probably go on her run anyway .
She would probably try to distract herself from the discomfort in her back by thinking about the new Glory Revealed CD that is going to drop any minute....
Monday, June 22, 2009
I love, love, LOVE how God uses all His creation to point to Himself. If we'll just look, there He is, all around us. All the time. Thank you so much, Lord.
My bloggy friend, Bev, (or as I call her "Crazy Chicken Lady") is catching the farmy flu, as well. Stop by and say "Howdy" to her. Because that is how we farm folk greet each other.Here I am lovingly comforting poor little Ringo. You can see the special bond we share.
Please pray for us.
Monday, June 8, 2009
7:00am:Plain Cheerios and skim milk for breakfast.
9:30pm: I woke up because I heard Rod arrive home and calling out: "Anybody want some leftover chocolate birthday cake?"
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
The article focuses on Randy's approach to bible study as well as writing, so naturally,I was very interested to see what they wrote.
I also visited Bible Study Magazine website and found out a little bit about their magazine. It honestly sounds phenomenal and something I am thinking of subscribing to.
The story on Randy is great and he opens up about his thoughts on writing fiction.
“One of the reasons I love writing fiction is that
it can help readers open up the gates of their
minds. Through good fiction that contains
biblical truth, both non-Christian and Christian
readers, who may not believe in certain things
the Bible teaches, can discover truth.” Randy says in the article.
He goes on the explore what his bible study habits are.
See? All this is good and interesting stuff. I know I'd like to read more of that article.
But as I'm writing my blog about Randy and this story, slowly I'm sliding from nicely informational post to scary,emotional post and I'm becoming a bloggy pool of sentimentality, weeping as I type.
Maybe I don't carry it quite that far, but you get the picture. And it isn't pretty.
Because when I think of Randy and his wife Nanci I cannot help but gratefully think of who they have been to me. I am pausing here to think best how to put this so I don't overstate it...
They pretty much rescued me the same as you would rescue someone from, you know, a BURNING BUILDING or a RAGING FLOOD.
They were were JESUS WITH SKIN ON. Oh, yes they were.
They housed me, clothed me, fed me, attempted to discipline me, loved me anyway, were SO THERE for me in every way a person can be there for another person.You seriously have NO idea. They introduced me to their church family where I have been ever since.
They introduced me to JESUS and HOPE and ETERNAL LIFE....and my HUSBAND.
No, I was not a part of Randy's and Nanci's family. They were not obligated to help me, to rescue me. No one paid them to take care of me.
Who does that?
Can you say GRATEFUL?
But not without choking up.
So, all that heartfelt, but mindless gushing to say that you should all go get the May/June issue of Bible Study Magazine, (doesn't the name of the magazine just make you want to subscribe? Me,too!) and enjoy the cover story about my friend, Randy. (Yes, he talks about Nanci in the article, too!)
Also, Bible Study Magazine is teaming up with Randy's Eternal Perspectives Ministries to give away 40 copies of "Heaven." Click here to enter the drawing.
Here is a brief blurb about this oh-so excellent book:
"In the most comprehensive and definitive book on Heaven to date, Randy invites you to picture Heaven the way Scripture describes it¿a bright, vibrant, and physical New Earth, free from sin, suffering, and death, and brimming with Christ's presence, wondrous natural beauty, and the richness of human culture as God intended it.
God has put eternity in our hearts.
Now, Randy Alcorn brings eternity to light in a way that will surprise you, spark your imagination, and change how you live today. If you've always thought of Heaven as a realm of disembodied spirits, clouds, and eternal harp strumming, you're in for a wonderful surprise.
This is a book about real people with real bodies enjoying close relationships with God and each other, eating, drinking, working, playing, traveling, worshiping, and discovering on a New Earth. Earth as God created it. Earth as he intended it to be. "
Don't ya want to read more? Me, too! (We are so much alike!) So go enter the drawing to win it.
Randy has done all the studying and reading and research and praying so we can benefit from his knowledge on this subject. You will come away changed.
Randy and Nanci helped change the course of my life. I will always be grateful and always love them both.
I think of how, when I had no family God provided them for me. I will always be just wreaked and broken by the love God showered on me when I so completely deserved the opposite and by the Alcorn's extraordinary example of commitment and grace.
Monday, April 20, 2009
But, I promise. This is it. The end of the celebrations.
The crew and I went to a weekend of Beth Moore wonderfulness.
I am feeling a bit under the weather so I will not be blogging about the conference today. You may be thankful for this, I don't know. But I did take these pictures. And I tried to keep the text to six words as that was my assignment, both at the conference and when I was putting the pictures together. (Thanks,Jen.)
Enjoy with my blessings.
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Friday, April 17, 2009
Can someone say "birthday exuberance?"
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
But my running partner was there ready to go, as always.
I popped my ear buds in and turned on my ipod and called the dogs to start the loop, ignoring my partner. Like I said, I was mad.
And when it comes down to it, I blame him.
It has been one unbloggable, undealable, unhandable problem after another this week. Not one. Not two. Not even three. To make matters worse, now Rod and I are even fighting about it. In fact, I went to bed last night angry and watched American Idol by myself.(Now you KNOW it's bad.)
What am I supposed to do now?
Matt Redman is singing "oh no you never let go, through the calm through the calm and through the storm, Lord you never let go of me..." My running partner moves silently alongside me as the tears finally find their way out of my heart and I begin asking why.
My feet are pounding the trail and my ipod is drowning out the sound of my crying.
My running partner matched me step for step as I pounded angrily down the trail.
I shouted as I cried. Why would you let all this happen?
What am I going to do? I don't even know what to do. I don't know how to be. Why aren't you helping me?
And then, broken.
Don't you love me any more?
So much of it comes down to that for me. Still a little girl with big old abandonment issues.
My running partner has big shoulders and knows me inside and out. Sometimes I shout at him and cry. He knows that and loves me anyway. We have that kind of relationship. It's a
As we run, jumping over muddy puddles, my mind and heart begin to quiet and I am able to sing along with Nicole Nordeman "When the sun starts to rise and I open my eyes You are good, so good. With every breath I take in,I'll tell you I'm grateful again... You are good."
Before I know it, it is time to head for home. I have wrestled through my problems with my patient running partner and I am quietly ready to begin sorting out my stuff. I know I'll begin by reading some letters he wrote a while back encouraging me and others about just the kind of circumstances I'm in right now. He's a great guy. Seriously.
My running partner and I call the dogs before turning the last bend on the loop and heading home on the trail through the woods He made.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sure, I was quick to reply. Because what mom doesn't love to give gifts of food to their children, especially once that are warm and fragrant and speckled with plump raisins and spiced with cinnamon?
The yeast didn't work. I made a rock for Josiah.
"Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone?" Matt.7:9
Clearly, I will.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Some things are blog worthy. Like Cap'n Crunch. American Idol. My new bff the Panosonic SD-YD250 Bread Machine. On a scale of 1- thrilled, it makes me sing happy songs of joy. It produces carbs of deliciousness which I slather in butter.
Because butter is still my hobby.
Some things happen which do not make me sing for joy and just are not blog worthy.
Like, say January-February 2009.
I blogged once in a while but not much and my heart wasn't in it. There have been some things weighing on me and it wasn't appropriate to share here (gasp!)
(But thank you Cindy for listening to me blather all the way from Indiana. I owe you a casserole. Or something chocolate. Maybe I'll just be nice to you for a while. We'll see how it plays out.)
But God is working all things out according to His good purpose and that leaves me free to blog about the dogs, ice cream, weight loss(or gain. Don't be a hater.) and little maggotty things.
That's right. Little . Maggotty. Things.
See how I love you and have given you every opportunity to flee or at least put down your pizza?
I am a giver.
So, our story begins a couple months ago. The time line is blurry because, frankly I think I'm suffering from PTSD associated with said bugs.
I had noticed a few tiny little moths fluttering around the kitchen when I would open the cereal cupboard, but I paid them no mind. (THAT,right there, could be my main problem.)
A couple days later there were a few more, and though they were tiny little things, they were not cute and they were becoming annoying.
(Right now you could leave. You could click here and go read how BigMama got to have dinner with Beth Moore! Yes , I'm serious!)
So I began bringing things out of the cupboard and setting them on the island. Because although it sounds like I must live in a barn or a pigpen somewhere, I do have an island in my kitchen. I figured the moths were a good indication that I should probably do some kitchen cupboard cleaning with the Lysol and some hot water.
Well, this next part gets a little hairy. I reached all the way in the back of the cupboard, where I never reach, where things that we don't eat just get
Innocent, innocent peanuts.
(CLICK HERE and go read about Linda's 5x30 movement! Seriously, she is always entertaining and witty and charming and hardly ever gross.
Please, save yourselves. I'll be fine. I've learned to deal. But you've still got a life to live.)
If you are still here, make an appointment to see your psychotherapist in the morning.
Or your exterminator.
Or just pick up your monitor and throw it on the floor. All the bad pictures will go away. Except for these next close up ones. They will be burned onto your retinas so that you will see them every time you close your eyes.
Welcome to my world:
See the little moths up near the top? So that is where they were coming from. NOW I feel better. I just want to pull my eyeballs out and kill myself. And now that I've shared all this nobody is ever going to come over again unless they are wearing a moth-proof HAZMAT suit.
Never mind. Nobody is going to come over. I wouldn't come over if I didn't live here. I'll understand when you studiously avoid my eyes at church or the store and hurry on by. Pretty soon, as people are driving by our house, they'll say, "Oh, that's where Maggot Girl lives, isn't it?" Poor, lonely Maggot Girl.Anyway, I'm sure I don't need to tell you but, every item, food related or not was disposed of immediately and I
Honestly, the whole thought to this leaves me feeling really itchy and twitchy like I want to tear off all my clothes and keep scrubbing at myself so the maggots will just go away. But the nekked look has not been a good one for me since July 1964.
I'm not even sure what brought all this to mind today. Maybe it was the threat of the Scary Internet Worm on the news.
Or that I saw a couple moths flitting about the kitchen this morning.
Oh, Cindy...let me know where to send your casserole. :-)
Friday, March 27, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
But then I tasted the above "Fleur de Sel Caramel" and ohmygoshIhavenowordstherearenowordsitwasTHATGOOD.
I have completely moved away from the subject of the post...which is supposed to be moving for 30 minutes. This post has taken me about 30 minutes.
I HAVE MOVED (off subject) FOR 30 MINUTES!! YaHOO!!!
One day down, 13 to go!!! This is way easy!
(Please forgive me Lid for being a bad example. I promise I will do some moving, (maybe even wogging!) today.
Thanks for doing this and encouraging us!!
Freshly washed, 600 thread count sheets on a good pillow top mattress. Sleeping in a room with the window open to the cold spring air and the sounds of softly falling Oregon rain while I'm bundled up in a down comforter.
Hearing the sounds of Rascal Flats sing "Life is a Highway" from the barn in the middle of the night because SOMEONE left the radio on out there. Again. NOT.
I think Rod listens to country music just because he has a barn.
I can say that just because I have a blog. And I am up in the middle of the night listening to his country music drift across the yard while he is gently snoring.
I suppose I could get dressed and go turn it off....
Complaining is so much more fun. Plus, it makes me sound kinda country.
I'm going back to bed.
BIG P.S. That was written at 1:04 am.
I couldn't fall asleep for H.O.U.R.S. I last looked at the iHome clock radio at 4:02. When I did, I seemed to hear Mandisa faintly singing about My Deliverer....hmmm. Strange.
That song would not be coming from Rod's Hillbilly Mecca out in the barn.....
But it WOULD be coming from MY ipod on the nightstand, volume turned so only a canine and someone trying to sleep and annoyed because they thought their husband left the radio cranked in the barn could hear it.
My bad. I may have blogged a tad too quickly. Rod snored through the whole thing.He obviously didn't leave his radio on. I left my iPod on. (Yes, Rascal Flats is on my Running play list on the iPod)
Don't tell him, okay. But this whole thing would make a mighty hokey country song someday. I'll work on it.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
"Mom, did you see the picture Ashley sent over?"
"I sure did. It is now my desktop background. I love it!" I answered.
Josiah's girlfriend, Ashley, knowing how much
Needless to say, Siah was
Josiah went on to explain how if you look closely, you can see basketball star Kobe Bryant to the left of his head in the photo.
"Oh, uh huh." was my unenthusiastic reply. Because the total focus of my attention was not on Kobe, but on my son's happy face.
I don't care if Kobe or President Obama or Sasquatch is behind him shooting hoops. They all fade into the background for me as I gaze at the picture of Josiah and Ashley.
Don't you just want to pinch their cheeks 'cuz they are the cutest things you ever did see?
No? Maybe it's just me...The Mama.
I love seeing my son and his beautiful, sweet girlfriend.
That's it. I'm good.
This makes me think of our daughter Amy who is staying with us for a few weeks while she gets ready to move out of the state. We love to have her come through the front door after work,(especially when she brings home her Starbucks markouts.) and I am thrilled making food and snacks for her. Her face simply makes me happy. (and I am so kidding about the coffee beans.)
Here is a picture of her with an English Bulldog puppy. Sure, I enjoy a cute puppy. But look at my Amy!
Aren't we funny like that? We just overflow with ooey-gooey feelings of love when we see our kids. My face hurts from smiling that big, but I can't help it.
It makes me think of how God feels about us. I bet our pictures are on his fridge right now.
Or His desktop background.
Maybe He has a screensaver which rotates all our photos...?
It also makes me wonder what it will be like to one day see His face.
Think about it....to actually See His Face. Doesn't this just make you smile, thinking about it?
I totally enjoyed what Charles Spurgeon had to say about the subject.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
No this is not Reader Brenda, for those of you wondering. She did not enter this giveaway for a few different reasons.
1)She just got a brand new bible for Christmas from her husband.
2)It would be unfair for her to enter my giveaway as we are related.
3) She says she never wins anyway. Yes, she is all whiny like that.
Have a great day. I know I will. I get my hair done (about 7.5 months late) and then I go to my tax meeting. Oh, joy.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Maybe for being mean or obnoxious or using parentheses WAY TOO MUCH. (I am not talking from personal experience. I'm just saying.)
But Jesus said they will hate us because they hated Him first.
Maybe our faith is getting a little watered down.
A little gray.
A little too nice.
And the problem is we LIKE it that way.
We are comfy-cozy with it like this.
Lord, help me.
Here is a blog that my friend (I accidentally typed "fiend" first. Hmmm)Randy Alcorn wrote yesterday that so spoke to my heart. The title ,"Are You Willing to be Hated for Speaking the Gospel Truth?" made me childishly wonder ,"Why should they hate me if I am bringing Good News?" But only for a second. Go read Randy's blog and let God stretch you and mold your heart like He did mine. Thanks for a great article, Randy. :-)
Speaking of being willing to be hated, here is a video that Sue from Praise and Coffee posted on Face Book this morning and it was flagged for removal because some Face Book users said it was an "abusive" video. (Thanks, Sue!)
Huh? It's not like it was a PETA ad with barely dressed young women posing with vegetables or something.
I think it points out a valid truth in a beautiful way. What do you think?
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
You can take your Starbucks gift cards, your Bath and Body Works baskets and your gourmet chocolate bars because I am giving away
TRUTH AND LIGHT. (cue the "Hallelujah Chorus")
That's right, sister.
A gorgeous, brand new, gator-design leather ESV thin line brown and tan bible. This is beautiful and shouldn't just be sitting quietly on our book shelf. It should be changing lives.
Here is what John Piper says about the ESV Bible:
“The ESV satisfies the preaching, memorizing, studying, and reading needs of our church, from children to adults. We are building all our future ministry around it.”
And, here is a little excerpt, from the actual bible you will win, just to get you excited about reading it:
"Oh Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
You have set your glory above the heavens. Out of the mouths of babies and infants, you have established strength because of your foes,
to still the enemy and the avenger.
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon the stars, which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?"
When you win this bible, you can read more and even finish that chapter and book. It is that good!
So sign up to party in this give-away by leaving your name and email address in the comments area. You can live in the US or Canada, because I'm all about uniting our nations like that.
I almost missed this giveaway...unbelievable.
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Friday, January 23, 2009
A) Doing taxes. Git 'r done.
B) Doing BOTH her bible studies simultaneously AND writing in her prayer journal while feeding the hungry and clothing the nekked.
C) Wogging with Jesus out back on her trails, losing all her winter weight while singing, loudly and 100% off pitch, "All the single ladies...Put a ring on it..." Sounding rather like a cat falling off the Empire State Building. Thanks, Simon.
D) Watching last night's episode of "The Office" online with her fuzzy slippered feet up on the tax folder on the desk while licking the Crunchberry crumbs out of the bottom of the mostly empty Cap'n Crunch box.
Wrinkly pajamas still on. Waxy build-up on roof of mouth. Good times.
Diane is....just your basic over achiever.
What are YOU doing on this Friday??
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
charismatic, as well as becoming the first African-American president.
It's just that he is for the killing of babies and I am not.
It's a fundamental difference.
I would love to be happy and celebrate with so many of my friends and a large portion of the country. But he is promoting the killing of children and no matter how much I want to overlook this because, HURRAY! HE IS BLACK! I can't.
He is for killing children. It's not as if he hasn't told us enough times. I'm sorry to rain on everyones' parade but I just can't throw confetti when he is throwing babies away.
I know, I know. I shouldn't use language like this, especially on Barack's Big Day.
Honest to goodness, I keep wanting to type "But I'm happy for him and all the people of color ...." but that would be such a lie. I am so not happy for them or for any of us. I can't believe that this is good for anyone.This has nothing to do with race. But I feel like we're throwing this giant birthday party when a massacre is going on.
It makes no sense. I just can't.
With all respect I don't know what it is like to be person of color in this society. I watched (and read) "Roots" by Alex Haley. I read "Dominion" by Randy Alcorn. They have broken my heart but I know this just gives me the tiniest fraction of a glimpse into that world. I won't try to pretend that I comprehend decades of oppression put upon my family because of the color of my skin. I'm probably inadvertently writing something right now that proves just how politically incorrect and horribly intolerant I am.
I get that I don't get it.
But I know we shouldn't judge someone by the color of their skin, but rather the content of their character. And I know that as President Obama has promised to sign the Freedom of Choice Act into Law ASAP.
The title sounds so good, I even want to support it until I read it and realize that it's passage will mean the undeterred death of millions of children,both black and white, as well as untold other races. All of us.
Here is the video of him promising us the change most of us wanted.
The days of Roe v Wade will be remembered as the good old days as the Freedom of choice act races right by Roe like it was a bump on a log, repealing laws that were enacted over the last 35 years.
Here is what the Family Research Council says:
"Focus on FOCA (Freedom of Choice Act)
What FOCA Would Do:
All sides in the abortion fight agree, if FOCA were to pass both chambers of Congress and be signed by a pro-abortion President, it would, among other effects,
provide for taxpayer-funded abortion on demand even late in pregnancy, grant abortionists immunity from legal action,
allow abortionists the discretion to perform abortions on minors without notifying a parent,
and deny health care workers the right to refuse to make abortion referrals as a matter of conscience.
"The legislation (FOCA) would invalidate existing and future laws that interfere with or discriminate against the exercise of the rights protected . It also would provide an individual aggrieved by a violation of the act a private right of civil action in order to obtain appropriate relief " - Planned Parenthood website.
"As a general matter, if FOCA were enacted, it would wipe out a very large number of existing state laws on abortion, substantially impede the ability of states to regulate abortion, and override nearly 40 years of jurisprudential experience on the subject of abortion." - USCCB Memorandum on FOCA
FOCA would automatically overturn state abortion reporting requirements in all 50 states, 44 states' laws concerning parental involvement, 40 states' laws on restricting later-term abortions, 46 states' conscience protection laws for individual health care providers, 27 states' conscience protection laws for institutions, 38 states' bans on partial-birth abortions, 33 states' laws on requiring counseling before an abortion, and 16 states' laws concerning ultrasounds before an abortion.
FOCA seeks to eliminate any civil pro-life opposition in the public square:
"The bill would give women the right to file civil suits against any person or government agency that sought to limit their ability to get an abortion." - MSNBC Briefing Book: Issues '08.
Presumably this would not only include federal and state legislators who merely introduce legislation seeking restrictions on abortion but also against peaceful pro-lifers who pray and offer alternatives in front of abortion facilities."
Did you get all that? If you go to the Family Research Council site, you will also find the report siting that for the states that already have FOCA-like laws in place, their abortion numbers are higher than the national average. So, if bringing the abortion numbers down is what this is all about, than it is already a dismal failure.
And shouldn't we question why on earth they should want to bring abortion numbers down, if in fact, there is nothing wrong with having an abortion? Unless, of course, that it ends a child's life and destroys her mother's and father's lives in the process.
Click here to see what Planned Parenthood has to say about the Freedom of Choice Act. Get your tissues out.
Click here if you would like to read the text of the "Freedom of Choice Act" (S. 2020) introduced in the U.S. Senate on January 22, 2004, by Senator Barbara Boxer (D-Ca.) and others
I keep hearing about the parades and marching bands and dancers and gospels singers in preparation for the inauguration festivities. I am filled with sadness for what our nation is turning to.
I am not celebrating, Mr President. I am grieving.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I called Reader Brenda last week to wish her a Happy Birthday and to ask her how old I was.
I never remember any one's age including my own and she is the Gatekeeper of all Pertinent Family Information.
It's not right. Here is is. BRENDA'S birthday, and I'm noticing little tiny wrinkles radiating like broken concrete around my eyes.
It is almost like I'm self-centered or something.
Back to me now.
Shattered concrete is hardly an attractive look, especially on a face. Let's be honest here.
Especially on MY FACE. I'm sure it's fine for you.
"Age Defying" concealer just seems to settle like thick putty into the wrinkles making them look even dryer and deeper.
"InvisiLift Line Minimizing Tone Enhancing Under Eye Concealer" is as expensive as it's lengthy name suggests and has the unfortunate effect of making lines, wrinkles and creases under the eye appear larger and deeper than they first appeared. It's like magic.
Sparkly shadow on my upper lids in a vain (get it?) attempt to draw the attention away from the bags and wrinkles underneath just doesn't do it for me.In fact, it may just reflect the creases and wrinkles below the eye thereby making them reflect as though in a mirror. Not a good idea.
But I came up with a plan this morning as I was blow drying my hair. Killing two or three birds with one stone, so to speak. Hides my under eye wrinkles and solves my currant hair dilemma in one fell swoop.
And all of you are looking good from my perspective, too.
Oh, and Happy Birthday, again Brenda. You have alot to look forward to.
P.S. I'm beginning to go through the Beth Moore "Esther" study. I'm betting it's good timing and I'm so enjoying it. Whatcha think?