God's Word

The Bible.

God's Word.

His love letter to us.

Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth.

Have you opened it today?

"Study to show thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the Word of Truth." --2 Tim. 2:15

Feeling the Pressure

I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Tonight is Life Group.

I have no Bible Study prepared. I have been praying as to what direction the Lord wants us to go this evening and I'm hearing - nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
I am not typically a spontaneous person - especially when it comes to leading a Bible study. I expect to have everything planned and rehearsed, with three pages of accompanying notes and revelations. When it doesn't happen. I panic.

And besides the pressure of not knowing what will happen at Life Group, I have several blog buddies who have indicated that they expect something creative on my blog on a daily basis. No drivel. Talk about pressure! Others are writing creative posts about their relationships (with the pizza guy). Another is tackling crime (I think donut stealing might be a felony). Another is lecturing about the privilege and blessing we have in this country to work and collect a paycheck (she's just way too serious today). There have been comments made that it's just not good blog etiquette to post that I went to Krogers and purchased carrots. Good thing we don't have a Krogers in my home town - or BOY would I be in trouble! I did however send my husband out to pick up a couple of two liter bottles of Pepsi for tonight's Life Group. (never Coke!)

AND THEN...to top it all off ---the photo that I've chosen for this post (because it is the PERFECT photo) has that goofy copyright watermark thingy running right through the center.) I'm sure I'm breaking some kind of law by using it in this blog. ...that would be a case for the donut police.

Sorry. That's all I got.

Blog on!

Today

Today I will:

spend time with my Lord

hug my daughter

laugh when she laughs

paint

eat one chocolate chip cookie (who am I kidding? no one can stop at one... well, I can't.)

...eat at LEAST one chocolate chip cookie

talk with Mom on the telephone

visit with some friends

kiss my husband

pet my dog

email my friends

what are you doing today?

Illustration Friday: Play

Raggedy Ann, originally uploaded by beyondhope.

....getting back into the art thing for a moment....this has been posted before, but I thought it was appropriate for this week's Illustration Friday theme: Play

Pencil Drawing - size 2.5"x3.5" Artist Trading Card

To Do List

I was making a mental "to do" list in my head this morning. The very concept is funny, because I make a mental list and literally two minutes later I've forgotten what is on the list. "Why don't you write it down?", you ask. Ha. Been There. Done That. Lost the list. -every time. So, I've pretty much given up on lists. My day is spent by wandering around my house and seeing what needs done and then doing it. (some of the time.) Or perhaps I wander around and think about doing something and then am distracted by something or someone else (usually my daughter) and I never do get back to doing what it was I set out to do.

At one point this morning, I set out to clean off the surface of my coffee table. It is ALWAYS cluttered with stuff. As quickly as I clean it off, I quickly set more things down. My laptop was on the coffee table - so of course, I had to check my email and read a few of my favorite blogs. As bloggers know...one blog typically leads to another and another and it can be very easy to use up a lot of time reading blogs. Blogging can be a great thing --especially when you come across great posts!


I found this entry this morning and I've hereby dubbed it my favorite post of the day! Forget about your "to do" list --and spend some time at the Lord's feet. Put it at the TOP of your list. You'll be glad you did!

Soapbox of the Day

Why are we Christians (and I include myself in this) so eager to "brush aside" premarital sex? God says no. Yet we (and I include myself in this too) are so eager to point fingers at who may be going on vacation in Vegas or who may be smoking, or who may be chewing gum in the sanctuary?! What is up with us that we so easily dismiss premarital sex but will judge someone who is wearing jeans to church?

Is that "piece of paper" - the Marriage License important? --or is it just important that we have "made vows before God"? ---what about the legal system? As Christians, are we supposed to excuse that? We are supposed to obey the laws of the land, no? ---I'm just trying to understand why we so easily dismiss this whole issue. Is is because in our society we are so inundated with the message of sex --it's everywhere we look --television, radio, movies. Premarital sex is the "norm" rather than the "exception". We have become "numb" and don't hardly notice or think twice when we hear that people are living together outside of marriage, or having babies out of wedlock.

So, see ---I am a prude ---by the world's standards for sure -by the Lord's?...I'm not so sure. But admitedly, I don't often share this opinion because there are so many Christians who would accuse me of being "holier than thou". aargh.

All of us have sin in our lives. And I am in NO way judging those who make the choice to engage in premarital sex --because the Lord knows that I have PLENTY of areas in my life which need to change. The bottom line is that we are such imperfect people ---trudging through ---trying to do the right thing---and screwing up royally ---and God keeps on loving us --UNCONDITIONALLY. He is amazing. We take Him for granted.

Thoughts anyone?

65

SIXTY-FIVE --the magic number.

The total amount of weight that I need to lose to be considered "normal" weight for my height - determined by using a body mass calculator.

I have lost over 100 pounds....now still 65 to go and some days it seems like 6500 lbs and is way out of reach.

Like just now --it's 1am and my husband offered me a dish of Breyer's Snicker's Ice Cream. Was I hungry? no. Did I need to eat the ice cream? no. So much for losing a pound this week....especially considering 30 minutes before the ice cream I ate the last three Chips Ahoy cookies that I found while cleaning the pantry today. Did I blow it? yep. Big time.

I am of the "school" that I can eat whatever I want to eat --as long as I'm PHYSICALLY hungry. That method worked for me to help me lose 135 pounds....Then I got married and had a baby and promptly gained back 35 of those pounds because I was eating all the time --when I WASN'T hungry.

Now I'm finding that I'm "stuffing" again --don't know why --but for the past four days I can't eat enough to satisfy me. ugh.

I need help --from the only One who can help me get through and beyond this --Jesus.
So ---my prayer today is that I'll be able to stop eating when I'm satisfied and not overeat. May I turn to the Lord for my comfort --instead of the FOOD!

All you Bible-believing, prayin' Christians reading this --I covet your prayers!

Urgent Prayer for Rebekah

Attention all Prayer Warriors!

Rebekah needs our prayers!

You may read Scott and Frances' post here: Rebekah's Page

For those of you who are new to my blog --we have been praying for this precious child for over a year. We have seen the Lord do some marvelous things during this time and we're trusting that "He who has begun a good work will be faithful to complete it!" We rejoiced at the news several months ago that all Rebekah's scans came back negative and she was cancer-free! Ewing's Sarcoma - the type of cancer she had has a high incidence of recurrance and in the past few days they have seen "something" on her scan. They have scheduled more definitive testing and we are going to stand our ground and lift Rebekah up in prayer! We choose to not believe the report of the doctors --but believe the report of our Savior who says that by His stripes we are healed!!

Please continue to pray for Rebekah and her family and check her blog often for updates. You may also leave encouraging comments for the family.

Thanks for your prayers and God bless you all!

Just for Fun

Today tastes like boot polish and linty socks. The weather is a cool damp sheet hanging on the line. When you can’t think of anything to say, but know you should say something --surf the web for inspiration.

So you’ll just have to imagine the posts I was gonna write about... the walk around the pond where I talk about the hordes of colorful dragonflies flitting and fluttering and buzzing about...or the green agae which is taking over one section of the pond (we've got to do something about that!) or the brightly colored fields of wildflowers --Russian Thistle blooming mellow pallid violet among the grey-green leaves or the fireworks of blue Asters, red Poppies and yellow Black-eyed Susans popping color from the green in the bright sunshine! But --since I don't feel inspired today --I'm going to do a meme theme here. (but you have to admit that "Russian Thistle blooming mellow pallid violet among the grey-green leaves" is good writing! --too bad I plagiarized!)) Here's the Meme Theme. (Meme? Look it up on www.dictionary.com)


1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name)
Scottie Riley (and no, I'm not Scottish)

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on mother's side first name, favorite sweet)
Amelia Chocolate

3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your last name)
Ders (hmm, I guess that's better than Duhs!)

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite animal, name of high school mascot)
Elephant Hurricane (ah yes ---very stable in high winds!)

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Louise Indiana (no relation to Indiana Jones...and yes, Indiana is a town in PA --not just a state!)

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name)
Ersl'lacha (ok, I just had to put a glottal stop in the middle of that mess. Wow.)

7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards)
Esiuol Allevrac (yes...I'm a Jedi Warrior!)

8. TELEVISION STAR NAME: (middle name, street you lived on)
Louise Riley

9. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The", your favorite color, last product advertised that you remember on TV (or favorite)
The Burgundy Cleveland Clinic (oh, yeah. that's a superhero name if I ever heard one!) (??)

10. AUTHOR PEN NAME: (First name will be the last three letters of your last name with the first three letters of your first born child's name - if you don't have a child --use the first three letters of your city. The last name is your father's middle name.)
Ineoli Alan (watch for my new book!)

So...what are your new names??
That's all --Have a FUN day!!

Worship

I have the wonderful privilege to be a part of our church worship team. Each Sunday, I am able to stand and sing and lead our congregation in worship. There's only one problem....we're leading....the people aren't following. Our team as been frustrated with the sea of stone faces we see each week. People looking out the window, chatting with their friends, kids standing on the backs of the pews while adults encourage them to do so, expressionless, emotionless, heartless.... It's all so very sad and all so very frustrating.

God has SO MUCH for us! If only we would realize that --the power that we could tap into! Another team member said so eloquently earlier this evening...we're so quick to be in the first row at the circus or the ball game --yet take a back seat in church ---not at all eager to worship or hear what the Lord has laid on the Pastor's heart. Why is this? Why are we so apathetic to worship? Where's the zeal? Where's the excitement? If Jesus were there (and He is) ..but you know what I mean...if we were PHYSICALLY ABLE to SEE Him in the flesh --standing in the aisle of the church --or sitting amongst us....how would our worship change?!

I challenge every Christian who is reading this post ---worship the Lord with your WHOLE heart. He requires that we worship Him in spirit and in truth. Let's do it.

We Will Worship the Lamb of Glory --by Dennis Jernigan

We will worship the Lamb of glory
We will worship the King of kings
We will worship the Lamb of glory
We will worship the King

And with our hands lifted high,
We come before You and sing
With our hands lifted high,
We come before You rejoicing.
With our hands lifted high
To the sky
And the world wonders why

We'll just tell them we're loving the King...Oh
We'll just tell them we're loving the King

my shadow

the shadow on the wall
looks so small
in the dim light

the darkness that surrounds
my soul this night
cannot be lit

or can it?

the Love breaks through
through all the dark
through all the pain
through all the heartache
through all that remains

His love
can change all
can make the shadow tall
can make the shadow not a shadow
but a reflection
of the Love
that shines
from the Light

so when people see
they don't see me
they don't see my shadow
they instead see Him
as my shadow becomes His

Ready for Battle

Here's what I know: Satan loves to mess with our thoughts. He has no problem placing a thought in our brains and enjoying watching us take that thought and blow it all out of proportion and twist it and turn it and turn it from a molehill to a mountain. At that point --it becomes a stronghold. He has an "in". And we've allowed him to do it.

Here's what else I know: God is more powerful than Satan. When we are Christians, we can be victorious over the enemy. Victory is ours for the taking. It's a choice. We have all we need to fight and win the battle. We're told to "put on" and "take up" the whole armor of God:

"Be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.

"Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand therefore, having girded your waist with truth, having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one.

"And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God; praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, being watchful to this end with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints...." Ephesians 6:10-18

We can choose to not put on God's armor. That would mean we are ill-prepared to fight the battles that we encounter each day. If we're not prepared for battle --all we can do is run....and if you read the above passage again, you will see that the Lord affords no protection for our backs....running away isn't an option if we want to be victorious Christians.

Today --I choose to fight. I choose to stand. Every thought which the enemy plants in my brain, I will take captive. He loses. I choose to win!

Using my gifts

Several years ago, I had the awesome opportunity to go on a missions trip to the Dominican Republic. The purpose of the trip was to rebuild churches which had been lost to a hurricane.

At the time, weighing over 100 pounds more than I do today - and living with Multiple Sclerosis....my team thought it best to put me on the "paint crew". So, instead of pouring cement and framing walls, I was put to work painting roof trusses (before they were hoisted skyward!).

The paint crew consisted of six members -- all there for a reason. Either we were overweight, old, frail or uncoordinated. Either way ---we were deemed unable to swing a hammer. Initially, I was a little bit disappointed. After all, I went there to WORK --I wanted to BUILD churches. I failed to see how slopping a coat of weatherproofing paint on a roof truss was doing much for the Kingdom.

We were stationed in a yard outside a small Christian school which was run by one of the Assemblia de Dios churches (translation: Assembly of God) Every day, I had the pleasure of watching all the little children come to school. Dressed in their navy blue polyester uniforms....in that consistently over 100 degree heat...they ran joyfully each morning to the school yard --eager to learn.

Over time, we got to know the children and when we ran out of trusses to paint, the school director asked us if we would mind painting the walls of the school rooms. They desperately needed painting. Of course, we agreed. And we spent the remaining days painting walls. After discovering that I was an artist, one of the teachers asked if I could paint "Damas" and "Caballeros" on the bathroom doors. (Translation: "Girls" and "Boys"). Of course --I'd be happy to do so. The only problem was that I had only one brush to work with ---three inches wide with bristles all sticking out every which way. Not exactly the tool of an artist who tends to be a perfectionist. But --I was determined to paint the names on the doors. I looked at the doors --spaced out the letters in my head and began to paint. The teachers "oohed" and "awed" at my ability to paint such straight, uniform letters - centered and not a splotch of paint out of place. I shrugged my shoulders and said that I had God's help.

Then I thought back to a time when I was sixteen. For Christmas one year, I wrapped up a gift for the Lord. Inside was a piece of paper on which I had written "My Art Ability". For Christmas, I gave back to Him what He had given me --my ability to be creative and draw and paint. I promised to always use my art to glorify Him. Now, all these years later --who would have thought that glorifying God with my art would mean painting "Boys" and "Girls" on the bathroom doors of a tiny Christian school in the heart of The Dominican Republic.

Of all the tasks completed on that trip --that is my most memorable. And really, the reason that I believe I was sent there -- so the Lord could remind me of my calling --to use my artistic ability for His glory. There is no task too small or too humble when you're doing it for the Lord.

God spoke to Moses: "See what I've done; I've personally chosen Bezalel son of Uri, son of Hur of the tribe of Judah. I've filled him with the Spirit of God, giving him skill and know-how and expertise in every kind of craft to create designs and work in gold, silver, and bronze; to cut and set gemstones; to carve wood—he's an all-around craftsman. --Exodus 31:1

This post is inspired by the team of young people who are currently in Thailand on a missions trip. May the Lord go before you and open hearts to receive you. May He keep you safe and may He comfort the family members who remain at home....just a little anxious that their children are so far away. I pray a hedge of protection around the team and a "housecoat" of peace around the Moms and the Misters who remain at home. In Jesus' precious name! Amen!

Good News and Bad News

The good news is that I was FINALLY able to get in our pool today --for the FIRST time since we opened it for the season.

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The bad news is that I plucked a GREY hair out of my nose!!!

Freedom

My fingernails were long.

Now they're not.

Do you have any idea
the kind of freedom that comes
from typing on a computer keyboard
with short fingernails?

What a relief!

Art

Art
is a collaboration
between God and the artist...
and the less the artist does
the better.
--unknown


This week - one of my goals is to create some art.
With God's help - of course!

Art is like therapy for me.

I've decided that I need therapy.

Steadfast

"Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your labor is not in vain in the Lord.
I Corinthians 15:58

This week, I'm reminded that 'working for the Lord' can be something as simple as helping my husband to move his (newly replaced hip) leg off of the footstool.

May we each be faithful - steadfast and immovable in EVERYTHING that we do for the Lord. One of the greatest tricks of Satan is to cause us to lose our focus. Let's purpose in our hearts to focus on the Lord - rather than our circumstances! Don't let the enemy get the upper hand. Remind him that he has lost the war! With God on our side --we are ALWAYS victorious!! And all things work together for good to those who are called according to His purpose!! ...all in His time! (not ours!)

Home Again Home Again Jiggity Jig

We got the discharge papers this morning --Randy is home from the hospital. Albeit in a very drug-induced stupor!

We're thankful that the Lord brought him through this ordeal --and trusting Him to complete the healing that He started via a total hip replacement.

I'm glad he's home and happy that I won't be spending long hours at the hospital each day. Happy that Randy is back in his "element" --albeit in a drug-induced stupor!

Olivia went to Grandma's for a few days and Mommy is having a MAJOR withdrawal from my baby girl! I've decided that being away from Olivia is as painful as watching my husband suffer.

I'll be glad when life is back to normal!

Thanks to all who are praying!!

Surgery

Tomorrow, my husband goes into the hospital to have hip replacement surgery. Up until this point - I have been very calm, cool and collected about the whole process, but have to admit that this morning I awoke with anxiety.

I know that this is just a trick of the enemy to get me thinking about all the things that could go wrong. In fact, just last night, I sent a "kick-the-devil-in-the-butt" email to a friend who has been going through some tough times. I had NO problem reminding her where her heart and her attitude need to be. So, why is it, whenever I'm so quick to give encouragement to my friends, I have a problem "practicing what I preach?!"

This morning ---I'm just going to repeat this verse from God's Word and determine in my heart to grab hold of it and not let go!

Peace I leave with you,
my peace I give unto you:
not as the world giveth, give I unto you.
Let not your heart be troubled,
neither let it be afraid.
--John 14:27


I covet your prayers for Randy as he has surgery tomorrow!

A Woman

I received this in an email this morning and thought it was worth repeating!

This is written in the Hebrew Talmud - It says:

"Be very careful if you make a woman
cry, because God counts her tears. The woman
came out of a man's rib. Not from his feet to be
walked on. Not from his head to be superior, but
from the side to be equal. Under the arm to be
protected, and next to the heart to be loved."

A Big Hug

Early this morning, I was awakened by my husband who said to me, "I really hate to wake you up but there's something I want you to see." My first thought, after having been awake most of the night with Olivia who was suffering with an earache, was, "This better be good."

Randy pointed out the window toward TEN Great Blue Herons across the pond. There were five more resting in the nearby trees and four more fishing near our bedroom door. Nineteen herons at once! More than we've ever seen gathered together on our property. We suspect that there were more, we just couldn't see all of them.


(Click on photo for larger view.)

Located within several hundred feet of our property is the 2nd largest Great Blue Heron Rookery in the state. The first night we moved into our home we were lying peacefully in bed after a looonnnggg day of moving boxes and furniture. We had the french doors in our bedroom open to the balcony which overlooks our pond. The full moon was shining on the water, the bullfrogs were croaking and it was such a beautiful night. We had just finished thanking the Lord for the beautiful home with which He had blessed us when all of a sudden we heard this horrendous screeching which to us sounded like a flock of baby pteradactyls crying! (Not that either of us had ever witnessed a baby pteradactyl crying --but we imagined that the sound we heard was JUST like their cry!) "Oh no, what have we done? What kind of a house is this? What have we gotten ourselves into?!"

The next day, our neighbors assured us that we were not being invaded by alien dinosaurs from another space-time continuum, but had actually heard the cries of baby Great Blue Herons calling for their mothers. What a cacophonous racket!!!

Since then, we actually look forward to the raucous noise they produce. It's sort of like a "comfort" sound for us!

What a nice "Hug" from the Lord this morning!

Independence Day

On this day of Independence, I am reminded, not only of the wonderful freedoms we enjoy in our great nation, but I'm reminded of the freedom that I enjoy in Christ.

Freedom from bondage - freedom from guilt - freedom from my past. Jesus gave His life for you and I - paid a debt He did not owe. He was sinless - yet took on our sin in order to redeem us from an eternal life without God.

So, on this Independence Day - I not only am thankful for those who are representing our nation - fighting for our freedom - But I am grateful for Jesus --The King who left all the splendor of Heaven behind, humbled Himself and came to this earth to give His life for mine.

My prayer is that each of you will experience the freedom that only comes from knowing Jesus as your personal Savior.

Happy Independence Day!

In New York Harbor stands a lady,
With a torch raised to the sky;
And all who see her know she stands for
Liberty for you and me.

I'm so proud to be called an American,
To be named with the brave and the free;
I will honor our flag and our trust in God,
And the Statue of Liberty.


On lonely Golgotha stood a cross,
With my Lord raised to the sky;
And all who kneel there live forever
As all the saved can testify.

I'm so glad to be called a Christian,
To be named with the ransomed and whole;
As the statue liberates the citizen,
So the cross liberates the soul.

Oh the cross is my Statue of Liberty,
It was there that my soul was set free;
Unashamed I'll proclaim that a rugged cross
Is my Statue of Liberty!

Written by Neil Enloe former member of The Couriers

Where is your treasure?

A discussion came up in our Sunday School class yesterday which I found to be interesting. Somehow, the subject was brought up concerning churches who have large savings accounts. Accounts where perhaps the money isn't earmarked for any particular purpose, but is just existing in the account, drawing interest.
There were quite a few opinions regarding this issue. Some of those who voiced opinions stated with great conviction that they believed these congregations shouldn't "hoard" money, but should be using it to further the Kingdom of God. It was pointed out that there are some churches in the area who are unable to pay their pastors while these other larger churches sat on big bank accounts.

I didn't say anything - but sat and listened. I thought about my home and all of our 'stuff'. We are blessed to live in a nice home on a nice sized parcel of land in the country. And - we have a lot of 'stuff'. Most of which we could never use in this lifetime. Over the years, between collecting for my Ebay selling business and my tendency to 'never throw anything away because I never know when I may need it'...I've accumulated a lot. And it is what it is --just stuff.

There are those living in our community --in fact, those in our own church who don't have anywhere near the amount of 'stuff' that we do. I pray that the Lord will provide for their every need and know that they are blessed --but still can't help but wonder if they struggle wondering where the money for the next bag of groceries is going to come from. My point to all this rambling is that giving has to start with me --with us --with those whom the Lord has blessed with an abundance of 'stuff'. Perhaps there's a woman in my church who would enjoy owning one of the dozens of antique glass paperweights that I have packed in a box because I don't have room enough to display them. Sure, they'll bring a few dollars on Ebay --but where is the joy in that? I get a few dollars - which I'll use to buy an outfit for my daughter or an extra cube of Sierra Mist or another 'dust collector' to sit on a shelf somewhere.

Yes, we are faithful to give our tithes and offerings --but the Lord is leading me to do more. May I not be guilty of laying up my treasures in places where they'll rot. ...I think I'm going to go package up one of those paperweights --I know just the person who would be blessed by receiving a package in the mail....


“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth,
where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal;
but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven,
where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."

Matthew 6:19-21

After all...We are all the same

We are all the same, originally uploaded by beyondhope.

Today is the day I've been waiting for -- for several weeks. Today was the culmination of much hard work, sorting through DOZENS of boxes in our garage (a.k.a. THE WAREHOUSE), preparing for today --THE YARD SALE!

Have I mentioned how much I dislike yard sales? Shopping at yard sales is one thing. I'm an expert at that and it's one of my favorite activities. However, HOSTING a yard sale is quite another story. I hate hosting yard sales. It seems that after weeks of unpacking, sorting, arranging and pricing we should have received a lot more fiscal compensation than we did. Compared to working a full-time job and receiving a paycheck...well, there's just no comparison. Yard sales are a lot of physical work and I'm exhausted. Have I mentioned how much I dislike yard sales?

Something happened at the yard sale today which was very upsetting. I was selling our wares, minding my own business, when a car pulled up and two women and a child got out of the car. Immediately upon seeing these individuals, (who happened to be Muslim in traditional dress), two other customers commented to me that I needed to really watch these people because they've been known to "five-finger discount" items and probably they had deep pockets in their clothing which would enable them to steal many items. I was a bit shocked at hearing these comments and marveled that someone would have the audacity to judge someone simply based on their appearance or ethnic group.

What was more upsetting to me was that I found myself watching these women much more closely than I did any of the other customers present at the sale. Of course, they did not steal anything, in fact were very friendly and polite. And the little girl who was with them was absolutely beautiful with a head of dark, curly hair, a beautiful smile and a pair of the biggest brown eyes that I've ever seen on a child. So why did I find myself watching their every move? Had I not been told by the previous customers that I should "look out" for them, I never would've given them another thought. Instead, I would've spent more time noticing how beautiful the little girl was instead of wondering what they may try to steal.

After all --we are all created in God's image. We're all the same. We all have the opportunity to become His children. We all put our pants on one leg at a time... (I hadn't thought that I had a problem in the area of knowing that we're all the same, but there seems to be a central theme in what the Lord has been teaching me lately. Refer to my previous post.

Oh...the power of the tongue. God's Word tells us that we have the power of life and death in our tongue. How true that is. In terms of spiritual anatomy, the tongue is directly wed to the heart, and it is the heart that motivates and manipulates the tongue for good or evil, to bless or curse.

Jesus understood this very well. In Matthew 12:35-37, He said, “A good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth good things, and an evil man out of the evil treasure brings forth evil things. But I say to you that for every idle word men may speak, they will give an account of it in the day of judgment. For by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned.”

My prayer today is that I may always think before I speak. May my words not be used to bring condemnation on another for no good reason.

Do not accuse a man for no reason
when he has done you no harm.

--Proverbs 3:30

Lost in the Music

Have you ever noticed how a piece of music can transport you to a place far inside yourself and you can get totally lost?

Earlier tonight at Worship Team practice, we sang a song that I haven't sung in probably five years or more - I Will Sing, by Don Moen.

As the notes began to play - I was immediately transported to a point in my past when I had just walked away from a 17-year lesbian relationship. I knew it was the right thing to do --but I was hurting --more than I think I've ever hurt in my life. During my time of healing and restoration - the Lord used my love for music to minister to me and this song was one that I found, time and again, to be in a prostrate position before Him worshipping -- pouring out myself to Him --not knowing what the future held for me --trusting Him to restore the years that the enemy had stolen.

God was faithful to restore to me what was taken. I am now happily married with a beautiful four-year-old daughter ---never imagining in that moment when I was feeling so lost and alone that the Lord would bless me beyond belief. Not knowing or understanding the plans He had for me --not knowing if I was even going to hold it together to get through to the next day.

As we sang the song in practice, I found myself weeping --as I remembered the place I was in and realized how far He's brought me. God is so full of mercy - so full of grace. When we run to His sheltering arms, He is there to be our heart's refuge. He rescues us and sets us apart. He hides us in His love. He is our hope and our serenity. I am so grateful for His unconditional love --the love that never ends --the love that forgives - and forgets.

Here are the words to I Will Sing:

Lord You seem so far away. A million miles or more it feels today.
And though I haven't lost my faith,
I must confess right now that it's hard for me to pray.
But I don't know what to say and I don't know where to start.
But as you give the grace with all that's in my heart.

I will sing.
I will praise even in my darkest hour
through the sorrow and the pain.
I will sing. I will praise.
Lift my hands to honor You
because Your word is true. I will sing.

Lord it's hard for me to see
All the thoughts and plans You have for me
But I will put my trust in You
Knowing that You died to set me free
But I don't know what to say
And I don't know where to start
But as You give grace
With all that's in my heart

I will sing.
I will praise even in my darkest hour
through the sorrow and the pain.
I will sing. I will praise.
Lift my hands to honor You
because Your word is true.
I will sing.

My prayer for you today is that you too, will be able to sing - to praise your Savior - in the midst of any sorrow and pain you may be experiencing. This life is but a vapor --and as my dear Mother frequently reminds me - "This too shall pass". One day, all our sorrow and pain will be a distant memory --for there will be no tears in heaven! With Jesus - you can face ANYTHING and be victorious! Trust me - been there - done that!

...living in the moment...preparing for the future...longing to be home...

Leave it all behind...

In Genesis --chapter 12, verse 1:

Now the LORD had said to Abram:

Get out of your country,
From your family
And from your father's house,
To a land that I will show you.

Abram was told by God to LEAVE everything --his country - what was familiar to him, his family - his support system, his home --his refuge and go to where?... to a land that the Lord would show him --eventually --after he made the move to leave. Talk about stepping out of your comfort zone! What an incredible thing the Lord was asking of Abram. He was asked to trust completely.

How did he respond? We read his response in the New Testament --Hebrews 11:8 :

By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to the place which he would receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going.

Abraham obeyed --- in faith.

And as a result, his descendents outnumber the stars in the sky.

He trusted the Lord, not only with his past and present --but with his future as well. So often, we easily give the Lord our past sin --trust Him to cleanse and forgive us. We are even able to trust Him in the moment. But do we trust Him with our futures...not knowing what they hold --trying to plan, contrive and control our lives and then asking Him to bless what we've planned, contrived and controlled. All the while perhaps not walking in His will.

May we be able to trust Him completely with every aspect of our lives ---even if it means being obedient if He asks us to step out of our comfort zone.

But I am like an olive tree
flourishing in the house of God;
I trust in God's unfailing love
for ever and ever.

Psalm 52:8

In the Image of my God

tribe, originally uploaded by beyondhope.

Recently, I have been dealing with someone in my life who is rubbing me the wrong way. It seems like any communication I have with this person turns to conflict and turmoil and it's really been bothering me to the point that I'm thinking of breaking off contact altogether. But then today I listened to one of my CDs by Nichole Nordeman. On it was a song, entitled Wide Eyed.

When I met him on a sidewalk
He was preaching to a mailbox
Down on 16th Avenue
And he told me he was Jesus
Sent from Jupiter to free us
With a bottle of tequila and one shoe
He raged about repentance
He finished every sentence
With a promise that the end was close at hand
I didn't even try to understand
He left me wide eyed in disbelief and disillusion
I was tongue tied, drawn by my conclusions
So I turned and walked away
And laughed at what he had to say
Then casually dismissed him as a fraud
I forgot he was created in the image of my God

When I met her in a bookstore
She was browsing on the first floor
Through a yoga magazine
And she told me in her past life
She was some plantation slave's wife
She had to figure out what that might mean
She believes the healing powers of her crystals
Can bring balance and new purpose to her life
Sounds nice

She left me wide eyed in disbelief and disillusion
I was tongue tied, drawn by my conclusions
So I turned and walked away
And laughed at what she had to say
Then casually dismissed her as a fraud
I forgot she was created in the image of my God

Not so long ago, a man from Galilee
Fed thousands with His bread and His theology
And the truth He spoke
Quickly became the joke
Of educated, self-inflated Pharisees like me

And they were wide eyed in disbelief and disillusion
They were tongue tied, drawn by their conclusions
Would I have turned and walked away
And laughed at what He had to say
And casually dismissed Him as a fraud
Unaware that I was staring at the image of my God

Those lyrics speak volumes, don't they? After I listened to the song, the Lord very gently reminded me that this person with whom I'm in conflict was created in His image. ...busted.

As Christians, it is so important to remember that no matter what situation we are involved with in dealing with other human beings on this planet that God created us ALL in His image. He loves us all equally. The same. No favorites. Who am I to think that I may be better than someone else? I'm not. My prayer today is that God will change my heart --to make it more like His so that I may view everyone through His eyes with His heart and His compassion. May I ever be mindful of my attitude toward others and strive to be Christlike in all my dealings with others.

May everyone see Jesus in me and may I search to find the good in others --even if there is much to sort through to get there.

Olivia's 'Bike' Face

Olivia's 'Bike' Face, originally uploaded by beyondhope.

This is the priceless look on Olivia's face when we wheeled her new Dora bicycle into the living room on her fourth birthday.

'Happy Birthday to You,
A Happy Birthday to You.
May you feel Jesus near
Every day of the year.
A Happy Birthday to you
A Happy Birthday to you.
And the best year you've ever had!

Today is Olivia's Birthday

Today, my baby girl turned four. Where have the last four years gone? It seems like only yesterday that we discovered I was pregnant, and only moments ago that Olivia was born.

I know that all children are God's gift to their parents, but as a parent I can't help but think that Olivia is somehow special....that God has something awesome in store for her. She was born 2 1/2 months premature and weighed only 2lb 7oz, 15 inches long. I was in critical condition and wasn't even able to see her until she was three days hold --and didn't hold her until she was two weeks old. Throughout her two month hospitalization, there were times when the neonatologists told us that she may not pull through.

But God.

So many people were praying for her --all over the world. The physicians told us when she was released from the hospital that it would be age 6 before she 'caught up' to other children her age and they would follow her progress every three months until age six. At age 18 months, the developmental specialists told us that they never wanted to see us again, because not only had she 'caught up', but she had surpassed other 'normal' children her age. God is good. All the time.

The entire time she was in the hospital, I would sit for hours next to her incubator singing this song by Gloria Gaither (changing the lyrics from "I am" to "You are":

"You are a promise
You are a possibility
You are a promise
with a capital 'P'
You are a great big bundle of
Potentiality.
And you are learnin'
To hear God's voice
and you are tryin'
to make the right choices,
You're a promise to be
Everything God wants you to be...."

"I Am a Promise" is one of Olivia's favorite songs and she will gladly sing it for you at the top of her lungs if you make a request!

I know that she is indeed a great big bundle of potentiality and I can't wait to see what exciting things the Lord has in store for her. So far she has proven to be a great intercessor --she prays for everyone --with such childlike faith and oftentimes puts me to shame! And, she is the first to point out if you're not "saying the right words"....recently, she asked me to pray for her bellyache. I was in a hurry, and just took her hand, bowed my head and prayed, "Dear Jesus, please help Olivia's belly to feel all better. In Jesus' Name, Amen." She very quickly and loudly declared, "NO, NO, NO!!! Those aren't the right words! You forgot to thank Him for the beautiful day and you forgot to thank Him for being our God! Now please pray again and use the right words!"

Busted, By a four-year old!

It's a 'God Thing'

My husband is a mortgage broker --which translates into, 'there ain't no paycheck unless he closes a loan'. Talk about relying on God! Many times, as I've looked at our checkbook balance, wondering where the money is going to come from to pay our mortgage....I find myself saying (Again), "okay Lord. You know our need. You clothe the sparrows and the lilies of the field....I'm trusting You." Then I close the checkbook and trust.

Two days later, I open the checkbook and find myself wondering (Again) where the money is going to come from to pay the mortgage. Once again...that still small voice..."I thought You were going to trust Me." Oh, yeah, that's right. He takes care of the sparrows. I can trust Him. So I trust...again.

Two days later, I open the checkbook....you know the rest.

Why is it that I have absolutely NO problem encouraging friends and reminding them that the Lord will take care of their every need but when it comes to TOTALLY trusting Him with our finances, I balk every time?

God has NEVER failed us. He is always on time. The money always comes from somewhere. Yet I continue to stare at that checkbook balance and fret about from where the money is going to come.

The other day Randy came home from the office and told me about something which had happened that day. I had been praying for the Lord to bring in more business --from unexpected sources. He and his business partner had both picked up the phone at the same time to call someone. Upon hearing that the other was dialing, they both hung up the phone. Several minutes later, the phone rang. A person on the other end said that Randy's office number had appeared on her caller ID moments before and she wondered why he was calling her. It turned out that her number had been random --a combination of the two numbers that Randy and Angie had dialed together when they both were using the phone at the same time.

Randy asked her if by chance she needed a mortgage. Turns out she does. He now has a new client from a totally unexpected source!

It's a 'God Thing'!

Too Busy Building

Olivia commented that she had asked Jesus to make her sore toe feel all better, but it was still sore. She said, "Mommy, I don't think Jesus is listening to me." I reminded her that He always listens to us but perhaps sometimes He answers us in a slightly different way than we expect. Her reply, "Well, I think He's too busy building my house in heaven and He just doesn't have time to pay attention to me." The next words out of her mouth... "Dear Jesus, Thank You for the beautiful day and all the sunshine and the birds and the rain for the trees. I think when you take a break from building my house, then you can make my toe feel all better. In Jesus' Name, Amen!"

....out of the mouths of babes....

The Secret Place

Today has been tough.

All I can say is that I run to My Rock.

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.

-Psalm 91:1,2

Illustration Friday - Theme: Jungle

Well --it's after midnight in my time zone which means there will be a new theme for illustration friday moments from now.

I thought I better hurry and post my "jungle" illustration before the opportunity slips away.

Here's my gorilla --although I don't think anyone's apt to run into a character quite like him in the real jungle --but then again, you never know!

Thus Far....

It's 12:30pm and so far today I've managed to find a lot of ways to put off cleaning my house....

I plucked a bunch of grey hairs from my head

I clipped my toenails

I've sent three emails

I talked to one friend on the phone (but to my credit - she called me!)

I packaged an ebay sale and got it ready to mail

I've played several games with Olivia

I'm typing in my blog

Can you tell I HATE housecleaning?! As I mentioned in a previous post --we're hosting a Home Group for our church on Friday and I HAVE to have at least a path through the living room...I really need to get busy and clean!

Oh look, right outside my window are the birdfeeders. Presently there is a Red Wing Blackbird, a Rose-Breasted Grosbeak, Two Yellow Goldfinches, a Chickadee and a Sparrow eyeing me because the feeders are empty....hhmmmm....vaccuum the carpet? feed the birds? --It's a no brainer! I'm outta here to feed the birds!!

It's all about the Tractor....

Today my husband was told by his orthopedic doctor that he needs to have his hip replaced. Even though I expected it, (even with my untrained eye, I could see that his hip x-ray shows bone on bone) it was still a bit shocking. I don't want to see Randy go through the surgery --and the pain --and the recovery. But, I know that it's necessary in order for him to have relief from the excruciating pain he has been experiencing for months now.

When I began talking with him about the recovery procedure --the fact that he won't be able to sit in his favorite chair because it will be too low for him to get out of --the fact that it may be a few weeks before he will be able to drive --the fact that he won't be able to put on his own shoes and socks --the fact that he won't be able to (Wait! Hold your breath!) DRIVE HIS TRACTOR!!! ARRGGGHHH! It was then that he began to reconsider. What will he ever do without his John Deere?

As for me, I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach when told that Randy was going to have to have surgery. I hate to have to see someone I love so much go through that ordeal. But I know that God is faithful and will be taking care of Randy through every step of the process.

So...I give it all to Jesus....
the surgery....and the tractor!

Procrastination and Meatballs

Meatballs, originally uploaded by beyondhope.

Today I'm procrastinating. What else is new? We just returned from vacation and already my house is a mess. How did one small child ever accumulate so many toys? Toys strewn all over the place --every surface covered. But it's not just the toys...my art supplies have spilled out into the living room...and into the dining room...and into the kitchen. And I see a pair of Randy's socks next to the chair in the living room.

We're hosting a small group meeting or cell group or home group or whatever you want to call it on Friday evening. Which means, I can no longer put it off any longer --I have to clean my house. Thus far today, I've managed to telephone three people from my past --for very good reasons. One was to find the name of a book which a friend needs to use as a reference. The other was to find out if the number stored in my telephone was indeed their correct number and the third and most important was to call a friend from my former church home group to ask her for one of my favorite recipes.

Darlene used to serve these meatballs frequently at home group meetings. They are simple and easy. I thought I'd share the recipe with you all because that will require me to spend more time typing and less time cleaning my house!!

Darlene's Meatballs:

1 12 oz. jar of chili sauce (any favorite brand)
1 10 oz. jar of grape jelly (again, any favorite brand)
2 lbs ground chuck.

Mix the jelly and chili sauce together - bring to a boil.
Make walnut size meatballs --place in the jelly/chili mixture and simmer until the meatballs are done.

Then you can put the whole shabang in a crock pot to keep them hot for serving on your buffet. Provide toothpicks so your guests can 'pierce' the meatballs and place them on their plates --and NEVER, EVER serve these on PAPER PLATES! Darlene always used her best dishes, china and crystal for us. I remember we would tease her weekly --telling her she needed to serve us on paper plates so that there were less dishes to do and less work for Steve! ;) But each week, we'd show up and she'd have a lavish table spread with all kinds of wonderful food. She spent alot of time and put a lot of love into her preparations. She always insisted that it was no trouble but we all knew that she worked hard all afternoon to prepare for the evening group.

At the end of the evening you could usually find Steve, sporting his favorite pair of Foghorn Leghorn slippers, busy loading the dishwasher. And often, at the end of the evening - Darlene would send us home with the leftovers -- perhaps a piece of her famous chocolate crazy dump cake --so moist and delicious --or a plate of my favorite cookies - Snicker Doodles.

We had some great times in that home group and those times are some of my fondest memories. The people in my group were like my second family. It's been probably five years since I've seen them --the last time being my wedding day. We are living in another town now and haven't had the opportunity to travel back. One of these days I will have to make the trip and visit.

But today - I have to clean my house to prepare for hosting my new group. I'm praying that the Lord will knit our hearts and lives together - much in the same way he did my previous group. I trust He will. He is faithful. All the time. Of that, I'm sure!

Thanks Darlene - for the recipe - and the memories - and your love! I miss you my friend!

Okay --no more procrastinating...."Olivia, let's have some fun and clean the house!"

Back from Vacation

We returned yesterday from a wonderfully, relaxing week spent in Dubois, PA at at resort on Treasure Lake. During the week, there were two events that particularly touched my heart. The first was while we were on a Geocaching Adventure. Our "mission" on this particular cache wasn't to find a physical cache container, but to view the inscription on the grave marker at the given coordinates and email the message back to the originator of the cache. This particular virtual cache was "placed" by the son of a cacher who has gone on to his eternal home. The inscription on the tombstone read, "Jesus Saves. Believe in Him and we will see you later." Wow. As I read that, I stood and wept as I realized that this man was continuing to tell people about the Lord --even after his life on this earth has ended. What a testimony! And what an encouragement to me to keep on sharing God's Good News! --I'm going to be happy to meet this person one day in heaven and tell him how encouraged I was to read the inscription on his grave. And it will be fun to compare cache stories as well!

The second event which was such a blessing to me was the opportunity to meet a wonderful couple, Van and Jacilyn. Van is a pastor and while vacationing, received a call from his superiors informing him that he would be relocating to a church in a town several hours from where he currently pastors. Having been established in this church for some time, obviously they've formed relationships and were quite saddened to learn that they would be moving on to another task to which the Lord has called them. We were able to spend a brief time with Van and Jacilyn, encouraging them and praying with them. As Jacilyn said, the Lord didn't allow our paths to cross by accident. And she's right. God's Word says that the steps of the righteous are ordered of the Lord. Each day, I pray that the Lord will use me in some way to minister to someone else and I was so blessed and honored that he brought this couple into my life --even for the brief encounter that we had. I know that we'll be able to keep in touch via email and phone conversations and am looking forward to getting to know Jacilyn, especially, in the months to come. God is so faithful --with blessings on every turn. May we always be open and willing to be used of Him. We receive so much more in return when we give of ourselves to someone else.

So Jacilyn and Van --this post is for you --here's to our blossoming friendship --may the Lord bless our relationship together --may we always encourage and admonish and exhort one another --and may we always strive to live to further His Kingdom! I'm praying for you!

Variable Weather Conditions

Tonight, after suffering through several days of hot, humid weather, my husband walked in the door with a new air conditioner. It's one of those new units that sits on the floor which you can move from room to room. I was excited, as my physical wellness depends largely on whether or not I'm cool. In the heat - my disease process doesn't allow me to function normally. We've had a window unit turned on for several days but the house just didn't seem to be cooling down the way we had hoped or remembered from our experience in this house last season. While installing the window 'connection' for this new unit, Randy said to me, "Why is there heat coming from the baseboard?"....as it turned out --our FURNACE had been running for TWO days --at the same time the A/C was running. ...uh...duh...turn off the 'heat' setting on the thermostat....what is up with that? Temperatures above 90 degrees and we're running our furnace. Yep. We're right on top of things. So....who wants in the pool ---how much propane did we use to fuel the furnace to help cool the house?! ugh. Sometimes --our brains --fried.

Praying for Others

I have to say that one of the things I enjoy most about 'surfing' through the countless blogs on the internet is the opportunity that the Lord gives me to pray for others.

Being a stay-at-home Mom, I'm no longer out in the work force - so my contact with others is limited to my family and church friends. I've prayed that I will be able to minister to others and lead them to the Lord, but knowing that my contact is limited...I often wonder if I'm reaching my full potential in the area of evangelism.

As I'm browsing through the blogs, it's amazing how the Lord will lead me to someone's space and I'll read the words..."please pray for..." What a blessing and honor it is to be able to pray for others --even though we don't know one another and perhaps will never meet this side of heaven. I'm counting on one day, after I reach my eternal home, asking the Lord to show me how my prayers have impacted the hearts and lives of others. I have a feeling that we'll be very surprised to learn that our prayers have impacted others far more than we can ever realize.

So, may I encourage all Christians reading this post; take some time to say a prayer for those whose blogs you read. Many share situations in their lives which need lifted up. Don't neglect the Holy Spirit's prompting when He tells you to pray! I guarantee you'll be blessed in return!!

"Bear ye one another's burdens and so fulfill the law of Christ." -Galations 6:2

Today is my Birthday

Today is my birthday. I awoke this morning, as I do every day, with my joints achy and creaking. As I stumbled and bumped my way into the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Looking back at me was a woman that doesn't look anything like she did years ago. There are wrinkles where there once was smooth skin, strands of gray hair amongst the brown, and certainly, everything that once was firm and perky is now flabby and sagging!

A few moments after I awoke, our three year old daughter bounced into the bathroom announcing that she wanted a smiley face pancake for breakfast. "...Just a minute, I'll make you some breakfast just as soon as I take my medicine." As I popped my "happy pill" and my "high blood pressure pill" and my "cholesterol-reducing pill", I thought to myself that there are days when I think I'm just too old to be a toddler's Mom. It is true, after all, that most of my friends who are my age are enjoying being grandparents. Or at least their kids are in school and out of diapers. Something which I wonder if it will happen simultaneously in our household as Olivia STILL hasn't mastered the whole potty thing and she's going to be four in one month. I have visions of packing a pull-up in her school lunch bag. (ugh.) Like I said, some days, I just feel like I'm too old for all of this!

A few hours after breakfast, after I unplugged the toilet, wiped up spilled juice, tried to balance what little money is left in the checkbook, helped Olivia blow her nose ten times, started to clean the kitchen and was interupted several times (deciding that it's my birthday, so maybe I just won't do the dishes until tomorrow...) and glanced sideways at our wedding photo - I chuckled to myself as I thought back to the years when I was younger and a little more care-free. In just the five short years I've been married, I've gone from "the most beautiful bride anyone has ever seen with a waist 'this' big" (to quote my cousin) to a middle-aged Mom of a toddler wondering whatever happened to her waist.

I sat down briefly to check my email. What's this? - an email from my dear husband, part of which reads, "...until she rose to look into the mirror. To peer at the image of a woman now one year older. A bit worn from the stress of being part of a business family and the mother of an active three year old; yet strikingly beautiful to her husband..."

Wow. Tears filled my eyes as my heart melted and I fell in love with Randy all over again. This was a time when he got it - just right.

...."Mommy! Puhleeeze come and fill my sippy cup! I want Orange-Strawberry-Banana Juice!" "Okay Olivia, I'm coming!" (smile) Happy Birthday to me.

Standing Watch

Spending time in God's Word today took me to the book of Habakkuk in the Old Testament.

Habakkuk lived during one of Judah's most critical periods. His country had fallen from the heights of Josiah's reforms to the depths of violent treatment of its citizens, oppressive measures against the poor, and collapse of the legal system. The world around Judah was at war, with Babylonia rising to ascendancy over Assyria and Egypt. The threat of invasion from the north added to Judah's internal turmoil.

In the beginning of the book, Habakkuk is overwhelmed by the circumstances around him. He believes that God has removed Himself from the situation and is nowhere to be found. After crying out and asking the Lord several questions Habakkuk says, "I will stand my watch and set myself on the rampart, and watch to see what He will say to me. And what I will answer when I am corrected." Then the Lord answered Habakkuk and said: "Write the vision and make it plain on tablets, that he may run who reads it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time; but at the end it will speak, and it will not lie. Though it tarries, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry." (chapter 2:1-3)

Having completed his questioning, Habakkuk stands like a sentinel to await his answer from God.

How can we apply this to our lives today? God requires that we make our relationship with Him our highest priority, that we bring our deepest questions and turmoils before Him, expecting His answers and guidance. Set aside a regular time and place that is holy to the Lord. Spend time listening for His word as you read, study, and mediate on Scripture. Be faithful in daily prayer. Document those things the Lord speaks to you or quickens to your heart. Record biblical promises He makes alive to you, and hold fast to them, knowing they will come to pass.

The book of Habakkuk gives the account of a spiritual journey, telling of one man's pilgrimmage from doubt to worship. The difference between the beginning of the book and the end of the book is striking. Habakkuk reminds us that the question, "Why?" can, should and must be asked. His circumstances demanded that he ask God about the apparent reign of unrighteousness around him. Because he believed in God, he believed that God had an answer to his problem. Habakkuk teaches that it's possible to rise above circumstances and even to rejoice in them, by focusing on God who stands above all. Habakkuk does not deny his problems, nor does he treat them lightly; instead, he finds God sufficient in the midst of his troubles.

When all the circumstances of our life present a negative picture - in failure and loss or when the natural reaction would be grief or complaint --this is the time to put faith in God and in His Word. Then we can see through God's eyes to the final glorious outcome. This brings worship and praise even before our circumstances have changed. Determine to praise and worship and thank God for His faithfulness, no matter how devastating the circumstances. Look with the eye of faith at God's plan for the future.

Hearing From God

Recently, I've been counseling a friend who is convinced that she's hearing from God regarding a certain situation in her life. She has admitted that she hasn't spent any time praying about the situation --she just says she's getting "a feeling" or "a sign" and "she KNOWS" that God is revealing things to her about a close relationship in her life.

Knowing that she hasn't spent time seeking God in this matter, I'm not convinced that she's hearing from God. There is no shortcut to spiritual understanding. You have to learn to walk with God and to know His voice; otherwise, you will mistake your own voice for His. You even may be fooled by the voice of Satan, or you may hear the clamoring voice of the world. It is so easy to get these voices mixed up. Usually, God speaks to us in a still, small, quiet voice. See I Kings 19:11-13:

“And He said, Go out and stand on the mount before the Lord. And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake; And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire [a sound of gentle stillness and] a still, small voice. When Elijah heard the voice, he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood in the entrance of the cave. And behold, there came a voice to him and said, What are you doing here, Elijah?" - Amplified Bible

It takes time, prayer, and waiting on God to hear His voice.
How do we succeed in hearing God's voice? By spending time with God. The ultimate is not merely to get direction from God; the ultimate is to know God. God can make it difficult for us to get into His presence because He wants to see if we truly will expend the spiritual energy and exercise necessary to do so. Will we stop certain sins? Will we get rid of things that hinder us? Will we truly seek Him with all of our hearts?

Some people only want a quick fix -- "God, tell me how to make money on this business deal, please. See You next time!" And then that is the end of it. But God wants to be treated with the reverence and deference that His nature warrants. He wants to change us, not merely give us quick answers to difficult problems. We will never be changed unless we come into His presence, spend time with Him, and allow Him to purify us from our sinful nature.

Illustration Friday - Theme: Sorry

So Sorry...I need a nap..., originally uploaded by beyondhope.

...So Sorry...I need a nap....

Artist quality gouache on 140lb cold press archival watercolor paper. Dimension: 2.5"x3.5"

FROG

As I was creating this painting the other day, I was reminded of the popular acronym F.R.O.G. which stands for Fully Rely On God.

In Philippians 4:19, Paul says, "And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus."

This verse tells us that God will supply our need by a distinct and definite measure, "according to His riches." In declaring this, God makes clear that He is not stingy when it comes to provision. His "riches" encompass all of creation, so there is nothing you need that He cannot provide! Do not misquote or misread this verse. It does not say that God shall supply your needs: it says that He shall supply your need. That includes everything at once, and all of it is adequately covered because He does it according to His riches. This verse cannot be lifted out of the Bible. It underwrites and relates to everything the Scriptures tell us to do in order to prosper. If we do what the Bible tells us to do, then God will provide abundantly.

All we must do is to Fully Rely On God. He will meet our need --not always our wants but our NEED.

Are you trusting God today to meet your need? Don't lose faith. He is always faithful!

Illustration Friday: Under the Sea

under the sea, originally uploaded by beyondhope.

Here's my latest Artist Trading Card - created for Illustration Friday's theme - Under the Sea. I used my "artist's license" to have this guy swimming in the RED Sea!

On the Pond

On the Pond, originally uploaded by beyondhope.

Last evening, Randy said to Olivia, "Come on, Olivia, I have a big surprise for you!"...and then took her on her first boat ride of this season. The first of what I know will be many! I grabbed the camera and took some photos from our bedroom balcony/deck, then came back in the house and began to paint. After sitting for a few moments, I decided that my painting could wait...and precious moments spent with my dear husband and daughter could never be regained once past...so, I put my paints and brushes away and went out and joined them for a wonderful evening on our pond.

We had a wonderful, relaxing time and I'm so glad I chose to join them! Here they are, getting ready to dock the boat.

Illustration Friday: Spring

Spring, originally uploaded by beyondhope.

Here's an Artist Trading Card for this week's Illustration Friday theme.

Yahoo! My Internet is Back!

After not having access to the internet for almost two weeks --we finally were able to get our replacement satellite modem commissioned and receiving a signal! YEAH!

I received 1307 emails while offline. I won't be reading them all.

I've missed TWO illustration Friday topics...gotta catch up on those....

I've missed reading my favorite blogs -- Rebekah's Blog and A Sojourner's Journey. And the author of A Sojourner's Journey almost threw in the towel while I was gone! What is up with that?! Fortunately, she came to her senses and is back blogging again!

I'm WAY behind on my Artist Trading Card trading....

But --while away from the internet I gained a whole new appreciation for sitting around the house in the evening working puzzles in my Soduko book and rubbing my husband's feet. Okay --goodbye stinky feet! --Hello Internet!!!

I Stand Corrected

Okay....my brother-in-law read my previous post and has graciously corrected me on his "status" as a diver.

Here's his comment: "The Divemaster said...
Ahhh, master diver? Actually, I'm both a PADI Master Scuba Diver and a PADI Divemaster. I'm working on instructor certification."

Here's how much I know about it --he dons a wet suit, a tank, a mask and some flippers and dives in the water to look at fish and stuff. ;)

Incidentally...it's something that I would consider trying if I were in better physical shape! I think I have too much blubber and would be way too bouyant --even with the weights to help me stay below the surface!

Anyway...my apologies to my dear brother-in-law! love ya Ken!

Illustration Friday: Tattoo: Sea Life

Sea Life, originally uploaded by beyondhope.

I'm not really a big fan of Tattoos. I don't mind if others put art on their bodies --I just prefer to keep my art on paper and canvas!

But, if I were going to choose something - it would be fashioned after some undersea life. I've always been fascinated with the creatures that live beneath the surface of our waters and envy my brother-in-law who is working toward his Master Diver's certification. I'm sure that the world he sees is beyond description!

So --here's my submission for this week's Illustration Friday --Sea Life --it could be a tattoo...no?

Spring Chicken!

Don't Take Him for Granted

This morning in church, we were pleased to welcome a missionary guest. One of the stories he shared particularly touched my heart. As he lives and works in an area of high security, the names in this story have been changed --Bear in mind - this story is true - with the exception of the name changes.

For eight years Mark had been a soldier in Saddam's army - responsible for the annihilation of hundreds of thousands of people --burning villages, murders --horrendous acts. After his retirement from the army --he tried to go on with his life as normal - with his wife and four children, but was unable to escape the relentless guilt he felt for taking part in so many ruthless killings. For years, he searched everywhere - studying the Koran - and trying to find some way to free his mind of the guilt. He prayed to God and asked him to help him. Not long afterwards, while sleeping, he was awakened from his sleep with a start! "Mark, Mark, Mark, wake up!" He awoke to see a man standing before him. The man continued, "I am Yeshua, Messiah, Jesus - Follow Me!". Mark went back to sleep and when he got up the next day --there was no more guilt --he had such peace of mind - such freedom! Something he had never experienced before! He had accepted Jesus as Lord of his life. He had sought God - and found Him - because he was seeking with all of his heart.

Knowing that to share what had happened to him would mean certain estrangement from his wife and four children, and possibly death, he chose to keep his conversion to Christianity to himself. Over the course of the next year, he scrounged around in church dumpsters, looking for scraps of paper with Scripture or teachings which he would study and learn and then hide them so noone knew he possessed them. He was never able to share any of this wonderful peace with his family because in his country, and his former religion - to convert to Christianity, one would be retured to his or her immediate family and be killed by a father or brother. It would be considered an "honor death" - because he had dishonored the family by becoming a Christian.

Finally he was able to live with himself no longer. He had to tell his wife--whom he loved very deeply - knowing that when she found out, she would pack up the children, leave and divorce him. After making the decision to speak with her, he found her in the kitchen, preparing a meal, weeping with huge tears rolling down her cheeks. "Mary?" he asked, "what is wrong?" Mary replied, "Mark, I have something to tell you - but I know that if I tell you, you will most certainly take the children and leave and return me to my father who will kill me. Don't worry, I haven't committed adultery (a crime punishable by death in their culture) but I have to share with you that someone called to me and woke me up in the night and said, 'Mary, I am Yeshua, Messiah, Jesus - Follow Me.' Mark, He was real --and I have chosen to follow Him because in Him I have found a peace I have never known."

With that, Mark embraced his wife and started jumping and crying with joy - explaining to her that he, too, had been visited by Jesus and converted to Christianity. Now this family serves the Lord together --spreading the Good News of the Lord whenever they are able. Grateful for the new life they received.

Mark and Mary had been visited by the Lord --just like Saul, in the New Testament. Saul was responsible for the persecution and deaths of many Christians --but the Lord appeared to him and changed his life forever.

As my husband and I were sharing our thoughts about this family over dinner today --we both sat and sobbed. Can you imagine having to scrounge around in a dumpster to find a scrap of paper with God's Word written there --to memorize it and hide it away in your heart? Can you imagine not having free access to His Word? Can you imagine not being able to share with your friends and loved ones the reason for the wonderful peace you have in your heart, not being able to openly pray for them --or openly gather with other believers and worship ---for fear of your life?

I charge you today --don't take the Lord for granted. If you are privileged to be living in a country where there is freedom of religion, don't take that lightly. All over the world, there are those who must hide their faith --those who risk their lives daily for the cause of Christ. May we, as Christians, be ever aware and conscious of His presence. And may we do all that we can to tell others of His wonderful love.

DO NOT BEND - under ANY circumstances!

DO NOT BEND, originally uploaded by beyondhope.

I had fun with this ATC ----especially considering my *love* of exercise. ahem.

Everybody --go touch your toes --or your knees!

Illustration Friday - Insect

Praying Mantis, originally uploaded by beyondhope.

I've always loved the Praying Mantis. They're so gentle --never scurrying away when encountered. They're fascinating to look at and to hold.
And the female --after it mates --bites off the head of the male! ha!

I think that's why I admire them so much! Come on...admit it...there are days when you'd like to bite off your husband's head! teehee!

Everyday Matters Challenge #56 and Inspire Me Thursday Challenge: Self Portrait

Illustration Friday --Tea

Here's my "doodle sketch" for this week's Illustration Friday Theme.
A simple drawing --from a different perspective. Enjoy!

An Amazing Artist --Is this the REAL thing?!

Someone recently pointed me in the direction of this artist, Julian Beever. I have been viewing his work with awe - especially his pavement drawings. Knowing that they are "temporary" works and they will fade away within a relatively short period of time, it's amazing to see the incredible detail that is depicted in his art. When you have a few moments - take some time to view his work. You'll be amazed!