Okay...I'm trying really hard not to lose it. My laptop has found itself in this continuous loop ---it will attempt to start ---then it goes to a screen that asks if I want to start it in "safe mode" or "safe mode with networking" or "safe mode with something else or the last known working configuration ....and maybe a few others that I can't figure out. It will count down the seconds and attempt to start - then goes to a blue screen for about a second --not even long enough for me to see what it says - then it shuts down and does the whole thing again ---over and over and over. It's been "looping" for over an hour and I can't get it to stop.
What has me near hysteria is that all my digital photos of Olivia are on that computer --and I can't access them. I'm afraid that they may be lost forever. Can anyone help?
Does anyone know how to stop the loop and get windows to start again?
I'm using my husband's desktop to type this.
When I think of the lost files on my laptop --I could just freak.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
Ouch.
Well. My friends and I have been doing a Bible Study together - reading and studying a book written by Stormie O'Martian entitled, The Power of a Praying Wife. I have decided that EVERY married woman should read this book. It is incredible! I've already begun to see changes in my marriage ---which ALL have to do with my attitude changing toward my husband. Ah, yes, the Lord has to change me before He's going to change Randy. That is, IF he's going to change Randy. The Lord created Randy just the way he is --I'm sure that a lot of ways in which I hope he'll change --he won't. And I'm finally beginning to see that that's okay. And something else that the Lord reminded me this morning is that often whenever we don't particularly like something that someone does - or we can't appreciate certain character traits --it's because we ourselves do the very thing that we are most critical about, or lack the character trait that we're compaining about. ouch. Are you a married woman? Read the book!
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Fun Website
There are a lot of these little quiz things at this website --here was another one --I am Milk Chocolate. I don't know about BEING milk chocolate --but I know that at this moment I'm CRAVING milk chocolate. Fortunately, for me, I have a stash of Hershey's Kisses in the bedroom! Anybody who knows me knows that I ALWAYS have a stash of something somewhere! (I inherited that trait from my Dad.)
| You are Milk Chocolate |
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Where Do You Belong?
I did this little quiz thing --interestingly, I have been to Rome and it's one of my favorite places on this earth!
| You Belong in Rome |
 You're a big city girl with a small town heart Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand And gorgeous Italian men - could life get any better? |
Saturday, December 03, 2005
December Blues
December didn't start out very well for one member of our household. Chauncy, our beloved pet Lab/Springer mix dog was hit by a car. He's going to be okay ---but it was a nervous night for us filled with lots of tears and lots of prayers. He's going to take some time to heal. And then there's the issue of the masses that showed up on his chest x-ray which are unrelated to the car accident. (We'll deal with those in a week or so after most of his bruising heals and the vet is able to examine him better.) That has me worried. Chauncy still has a lot of life left in him --and I'm not willing to accept that he may have something that would cut that life short. It never ceases to amaze me how a pet can grab hold of your heart. They are truly like members of your family --like your children. And their love is unconditional. No matter what mood I'm in --or if I neglect Chauncy because I get busy with something else --or if I forget to give him fresh water....or no matter that I've committed one of countless other "sins" toward him in his nine years of sharing his life with me --He still loves me - unconditionally. People don't do that. We have baggage. We hold grudges. We live with unforgiveness in our hearts. We criticize. We think we're better than the next person. We put conditions on our love. You know what? We all need to be more like our dogs.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
where does the time go?
It's been over a week since I've posted on this blog...how did that happen?
I guess I haven't had anything profound to say ---not that anything I've said in the past has been profound.
I did do something this past weekend which was life-changing for me. A church in a nearby town was hosting a prayer and worship weekend. It was called "Ascribing Unto God". I felt the Lord's presence the moment I stepped into the room. There in the midst of beautiful praise and worship music - worshippers took turns going to different worship stations that were set up throughout the room. Every hour the shofar was blown, calling us to prayer and worship. We were encouraged to move around as we felt led... walk around as we prayed... wave flags... bow... kneel... lay prostrate... dance unto the Lord. We could visit each worship station and stay as long as we wished or go back as many times as we liked.
The whole experience was a journey through life with Jesus and was so awesome. Every time we, as Christians, make a concentrated effort to spend time with the Lord - to sit as His feet - to worship Him without distraction --it's life-changing. He meets us there in that place. He speaks to us, directs us, reminds us of how much He loves us.
I wish I could bring this worship experience to everyone who reads this blog entry. May I just encourage you today to make an extra effort to spend time with your Savior. He longs for your company --and you will come away feeling renewed and refreshed.
I guess I haven't had anything profound to say ---not that anything I've said in the past has been profound.
I did do something this past weekend which was life-changing for me. A church in a nearby town was hosting a prayer and worship weekend. It was called "Ascribing Unto God". I felt the Lord's presence the moment I stepped into the room. There in the midst of beautiful praise and worship music - worshippers took turns going to different worship stations that were set up throughout the room. Every hour the shofar was blown, calling us to prayer and worship. We were encouraged to move around as we felt led... walk around as we prayed... wave flags... bow... kneel... lay prostrate... dance unto the Lord. We could visit each worship station and stay as long as we wished or go back as many times as we liked.
The whole experience was a journey through life with Jesus and was so awesome. Every time we, as Christians, make a concentrated effort to spend time with the Lord - to sit as His feet - to worship Him without distraction --it's life-changing. He meets us there in that place. He speaks to us, directs us, reminds us of how much He loves us.
I wish I could bring this worship experience to everyone who reads this blog entry. May I just encourage you today to make an extra effort to spend time with your Savior. He longs for your company --and you will come away feeling renewed and refreshed.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Home Sweet Home
Ten years ago today, my Dad went home to be with Jesus.
As I try to think back on all the events and happenings in my life that he has missed, I'm overwhelmed. I remind myself of the Scripture that says "...we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses..." and I like to think that Dad sees glimpses of things that go on in our lives.
The most important events being my marriage and birth of our daughter, Olivia. Grandpa Bob would be so very proud of Olivia. She is most definitely the biggest blessing that the Lord could have ever given me. She is bright and articulate and she succeeds in making me laugh often. Just the other day, she did something particulary goofy, and I caught myself shaking my head and saying, "Olivia, you are beyond hope"!
I stopped when I realized that I said the very thing that Dad used to say to me so often. And then I smiled when I realized that he was up in heaven, looking down and shaking his head in agreement...
I love you -- and I miss you, Dad.
As I try to think back on all the events and happenings in my life that he has missed, I'm overwhelmed. I remind myself of the Scripture that says "...we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses..." and I like to think that Dad sees glimpses of things that go on in our lives.
The most important events being my marriage and birth of our daughter, Olivia. Grandpa Bob would be so very proud of Olivia. She is most definitely the biggest blessing that the Lord could have ever given me. She is bright and articulate and she succeeds in making me laugh often. Just the other day, she did something particulary goofy, and I caught myself shaking my head and saying, "Olivia, you are beyond hope"!
I stopped when I realized that I said the very thing that Dad used to say to me so often. And then I smiled when I realized that he was up in heaven, looking down and shaking his head in agreement...
I love you -- and I miss you, Dad.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
The Bug Invasion
Yesterday was Randy's birthday --so Olivia and I celebrated by going caching. Randy doesn't know this --but as soon as he reads this post, I'll be busted!
At one point, I found myself in the middle of an old cemetary --not an unusual place to find a cache, but this day was unusual in that I was surrounded by hundreds, if not THOUSANDS of ladybugs! And every one of them was yellow! Hundreds and hundreds of yellow ladybugs --pelting me from every direction! I've never seen so many bugs before in one place! One had no spots. I've never seen a 'spotless' ladybug either.
Anyway, after finding the cache, signing the logbook and returning to the van --I had to scrape these bugs off of me so I could get back in the van without filling the inside with flying insects. I went to flick one off my sleeve and noticed that it was RED. Only one red bug amongst all those yellow ones. Odd. I picked it up ---it crawled on my finger and just as I went to flick it out the window - it relieved itself on my finger! LadyBug Pee --on me! ...and it was YELLOW. ...so they WERE all yellow after all!
Case closed.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Olivia Sings
Sunday night in church we had a sectional Singspiration. What happens is every month where there is a fifth Sunday ---the evening service is all music. Several churches in the section get together and anyone who wishes may sing, play an instrument, recite poetry etc. It's always a great night of fun and fellowship. And then, of course, afterwards we all go eat together in the annex.
As I was practicing my song for the service, Olivia said that she wanted to practice a song too. I asked her if she would like to sing in church and she got all excited! "Can I stand on the stage and can I have my very own microphone?!" "Yes, you can stand on the stage and have your very own microphone." She practiced singing her favorite song a few times: Days of Elijah
When it came time for her to sing, she marched right up on the stage, grabbed the microphone from Jim (our worship leader) and looked at it - then looked at me (in the front row) and then looked at the congregation and said, "This is a really big microphone!" Everyone laughed, of course. I asked her if she wanted to sing....she said, "YES!" ...and then proceeded to belt out the tune - several times!
"Behold He comes
riding on the clouds
shining like the sun
at the trumpet call
so lift your voice
it's the year of Jubilee
out of Zion's hill salvation comes"
Except she sings, ...out of Zion's hill salbation comes,
Of course, she received an enormous ovation ---and is ready to sing again real soon. I was SO proud of her! She did an awesome job! We're already practicing our next number for the next Singspiration.
As I was practicing my song for the service, Olivia said that she wanted to practice a song too. I asked her if she would like to sing in church and she got all excited! "Can I stand on the stage and can I have my very own microphone?!" "Yes, you can stand on the stage and have your very own microphone." She practiced singing her favorite song a few times: Days of Elijah
When it came time for her to sing, she marched right up on the stage, grabbed the microphone from Jim (our worship leader) and looked at it - then looked at me (in the front row) and then looked at the congregation and said, "This is a really big microphone!" Everyone laughed, of course. I asked her if she wanted to sing....she said, "YES!" ...and then proceeded to belt out the tune - several times!
riding on the clouds
shining like the sun
at the trumpet call
so lift your voice
it's the year of Jubilee
out of Zion's hill salvation comes"
Except she sings, ...out of Zion's hill salbation comes,
Of course, she received an enormous ovation ---and is ready to sing again real soon. I was SO proud of her! She did an awesome job! We're already practicing our next number for the next Singspiration.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Rosa Parks
Here's something awesome....in today's newspaper I read that Rosa Parks is joining a select few, including presidents and war heroes, accorded a public viewing the the Capitol Rotunda. On Sunday, Rosa Parks will become the first woman to lie in honor in the vast circular room under the Capitol dome. The House agreed to voice vote Friday that the body of Rosa Parks will lie in honor in the Rotunda on Sunday and Monday so that the citizens of the United States may pay their last respects to this great American.
Rosa Parks contributed greatly to this nation and to the African Americans when in 1955 she refused to give up her bus seat to a white man. This decision led to her arrest and to the subsequent 381-day boycott of the city's bus system that helped initiate the modern civil rights movement.
I applaud you, Rosa Parks --and join countless Americans in saying, "Thank you" for your act of bravery and courage.
Rosa Parks contributed greatly to this nation and to the African Americans when in 1955 she refused to give up her bus seat to a white man. This decision led to her arrest and to the subsequent 381-day boycott of the city's bus system that helped initiate the modern civil rights movement.
I applaud you, Rosa Parks --and join countless Americans in saying, "Thank you" for your act of bravery and courage.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Maggie May
Last evening, little
Maggie May went home to be with Jesus. Her courage was inspiring and her smile won the hearts of all who knew her or followed her story. I never had the pleasure of meeting Maggie May in person - but she stole my heart. Her family has shared her story - her triumphs, her pain. And now we ask the Lord to comfort them as only He can as they mourn for their darling princess. May we always remember Maggie May and the lessons she taught us - to be courageous and to smile --always --no matter what ---smile --because God is on our side! As deep as I hurt, I am also rejoicing knowing that today Maggie is pain-free and dancing with Jesus!
Maggie May went home to be with Jesus. Her courage was inspiring and her smile won the hearts of all who knew her or followed her story. I never had the pleasure of meeting Maggie May in person - but she stole my heart. Her family has shared her story - her triumphs, her pain. And now we ask the Lord to comfort them as only He can as they mourn for their darling princess. May we always remember Maggie May and the lessons she taught us - to be courageous and to smile --always --no matter what ---smile --because God is on our side! As deep as I hurt, I am also rejoicing knowing that today Maggie is pain-free and dancing with Jesus!
Thursday, October 27, 2005
mulling over
I just finished my 30 minutes on the exercise bike! (yeah me!) It was a little more difficult today than it has been the last few times --- it was probably because I hadn't warmed up my legs first. My legs just didn't want to cooperate when I tried to keep my speed up beyond eight miles an hour. Finally I settled on 7.5 --got a good pace going ---and let myself get lost in the music playing in my headphones. The CD of choice is Casting Crowns. For one thing, I love their music - for another thing - it's lively enough to encourage me to keep pedaling!
There is a song on that CD --Here I Go Again. It talks about how we can so easily talk to our friends about "the rain and mulling over things that won't live past today", but there's a fear that grips our hearts when we attempt to tell them about that only thing that matters in this life and that is whether or not they know the Lord as their Savior. "Maybe this will be the day when I speak the words of life with Your fire in my eyes"...
Wait --this song is really good --let me get the words and type them out:
Here I Go Again
Father, hear my prayer
I need the perfect words
Words that he will hear
And know they're straight from You
I don't know what to say
I only know it hurts
To see my only friend slowly fade away.
So maybe this time I'll speak the words of life
With Your fire in my eyes
But that old familiar fear is tearing at my words
What am I so afraid of?
'Cause here I go again
Talkin' 'bout the rain
And mulling over things that won't live past today
And as I dance around the truth
Time is not his friend
This might be my last chance to tell him that
You love him
But here I go again, here I go again
Lord, you love him so, You gave Your only Son
If he will just believe, he will never die
But how then will he know what he has never heard
Lord he has never seen mirrored in my life
This might be my last chance to tell him that You love him
This might be my last chance to tell him that You love him
You love him, you love him
What Am I so afraid
What am I so afraid
What am I so afraid of?
How then will he know
What he has never heard.
It's really a great song --and it has spoken to my heart. Because my days are filled with caring for Olivia, I don't really have a whole lot of contact with other people. But tonight, it's our monthly "cousins dinner". All of us "girls" get together and go out to eat --we each take turns picking the restaurant. Tonight it was my turn - we're going to The Hickory Grille in Hermitage, PA where they serve the very best Stuffed Portabella Mushroom appetizer! Anyway...I digress. My prayer is that tonight I will not pass up any opportunity that the Lord gives me to speak His Truth. Most of my cousins know Him. Some do not. May I be faithful to share His love ---wherever He leads me. I challenge all of the Christians reading this to do the same. And...if you're reading this and you don't know the Lord. You are missing out on so many blessings in this life. God sent His Son to die for you so that if you would only believe and ask Him to be the Lord of your heart --you will live forever with Him. It's too good a deal to pass up! He loves you more than you know! Ask Him to reveal Himself to you --He will. Read the book of John in the New Testament. Okay --gotta go get ready for the cousins dinner. Until next time....
There is a song on that CD --Here I Go Again. It talks about how we can so easily talk to our friends about "the rain and mulling over things that won't live past today", but there's a fear that grips our hearts when we attempt to tell them about that only thing that matters in this life and that is whether or not they know the Lord as their Savior. "Maybe this will be the day when I speak the words of life with Your fire in my eyes"...
Wait --this song is really good --let me get the words and type them out:
Here I Go Again
Father, hear my prayer
I need the perfect words
Words that he will hear
And know they're straight from You
I don't know what to say
I only know it hurts
To see my only friend slowly fade away.
So maybe this time I'll speak the words of life
With Your fire in my eyes
But that old familiar fear is tearing at my words
What am I so afraid of?
'Cause here I go again
Talkin' 'bout the rain
And mulling over things that won't live past today
And as I dance around the truth
Time is not his friend
This might be my last chance to tell him that
You love him
But here I go again, here I go again
Lord, you love him so, You gave Your only Son
If he will just believe, he will never die
But how then will he know what he has never heard
Lord he has never seen mirrored in my life
This might be my last chance to tell him that You love him
This might be my last chance to tell him that You love him
You love him, you love him
What Am I so afraid
What am I so afraid
What am I so afraid of?
How then will he know
What he has never heard.
It's really a great song --and it has spoken to my heart. Because my days are filled with caring for Olivia, I don't really have a whole lot of contact with other people. But tonight, it's our monthly "cousins dinner". All of us "girls" get together and go out to eat --we each take turns picking the restaurant. Tonight it was my turn - we're going to The Hickory Grille in Hermitage, PA where they serve the very best Stuffed Portabella Mushroom appetizer! Anyway...I digress. My prayer is that tonight I will not pass up any opportunity that the Lord gives me to speak His Truth. Most of my cousins know Him. Some do not. May I be faithful to share His love ---wherever He leads me. I challenge all of the Christians reading this to do the same. And...if you're reading this and you don't know the Lord. You are missing out on so many blessings in this life. God sent His Son to die for you so that if you would only believe and ask Him to be the Lord of your heart --you will live forever with Him. It's too good a deal to pass up! He loves you more than you know! Ask Him to reveal Himself to you --He will. Read the book of John in the New Testament. Okay --gotta go get ready for the cousins dinner. Until next time....
Saturday, October 22, 2005
riding on the clouds....
While giving Olivia her bath this evening, she said to me, "Mommy, I'm riding on the clouds!".
"You are?", I replied.
"Yes! Just like Jesus!" (refering to one of her favorite songs Days of Elijah - Lyrics: Behold He comes, Riding on the clouds....)
"Oh, yes, one day Jesus is coming back and you can ride with Him on the clouds as long as He is living in your heart."
Olivia pondered this for a moment and then said, "Nope - He lives at His house and He's probably swimming right now in HIS bathtub because He really likes to swim."
"You are?", I replied.
"Yes! Just like Jesus!" (refering to one of her favorite songs Days of Elijah - Lyrics: Behold He comes, Riding on the clouds....)
"Oh, yes, one day Jesus is coming back and you can ride with Him on the clouds as long as He is living in your heart."
Olivia pondered this for a moment and then said, "Nope - He lives at His house and He's probably swimming right now in HIS bathtub because He really likes to swim."
missed blessing
I received a call today from someone at church asking me if we would bring food to church on Sunday for a member who has no food - and no money until her check comes in at the beginning of the month. Absolutely ---of course we'll contribute! Here's the part that annoys me....earlier this week, the Lord brought this person to my mind....in fact, told me that I should send a card to encourage her ---and maybe put some money in the card as well.
Did I do it? no.
Does it REALLY bug me that I wasn't obedient at a time when this woman really needed some encouragement? yes.
It's a missed blessing. What an awesome honor it would have been to have received that phone call today knowing that we had already reached out to someone in need. argh. I'm glad that the Lord is "on top of things" and is organizing this "food drive" so Elaine will have food for the rest of the month....still...kicking myself for not listening when He prompted me to do something. Moral of the story ---ALWAYS LISTEN TO THAT STILL SMALL VOICE.
Okay...gotta go raid the pantry and pack a box or two for Elaine.
Did I do it? no.
Does it REALLY bug me that I wasn't obedient at a time when this woman really needed some encouragement? yes.
It's a missed blessing. What an awesome honor it would have been to have received that phone call today knowing that we had already reached out to someone in need. argh. I'm glad that the Lord is "on top of things" and is organizing this "food drive" so Elaine will have food for the rest of the month....still...kicking myself for not listening when He prompted me to do something. Moral of the story ---ALWAYS LISTEN TO THAT STILL SMALL VOICE.
Okay...gotta go raid the pantry and pack a box or two for Elaine.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
To Trick or not to Treat?! That is the Question...
This morning, in my Bible study time, I came across the following verses while doing a search on cleaving to the Lord:
Deuteronomy 4:1 Now therefore hearken, O Israel, unto the statutes and unto the judgments, which I teach you, for to do them, that ye may live, and go in and possess the land which the LORD God of your fathers giveth you.
2 Ye shall not add unto the word which I command you, neither shall ye diminish ought from it, that ye may keep the commandments of the LORD your God which I command you.
3 Your eyes have seen what the LORD did because of Baalpeor: for all the men that followed Baalpeor, the LORD thy God hath destroyed them from among you.
4 But ye that did cleave unto the LORD your God are alive every one of you this day.
I was curious as to what the characteristics this false god (Baalpeor) possessed. So - I googled "Baalpeor false god". Following is the article that I found --copied from the BibleUniverse website.
Before I copy the article --let me just say this ---as a Christian, when I was a child - we celebrated Halloween. We dressed up in cute little costumes and ran door to door collecting all the scrumptious, cavity-causing, tummy-aching, sugar-high-inducing candy that we could fit into our bags. Some of us even carried pillow cases - allowing for 'Maximum' Load! (Not me - I was too 'chic' for that!).
I remember one year, I even had a Halloween party --complete with, among other things, cooked spaghetti and peeled grapes representing intestines and eyes (props for a creepy story that I shared). My parents, while Christians, obviously approved of the party - helped plan it - bought the food, etc. Mom even sewed a cute witch costume for me.
In fact, our youth group at church held Halloween parties for us - we all dressed up - bobbed for apples - played games and had a great time. Today - this same church where I grew up would not dream of having a Halloween Party. Now they have a Fall Harvest Party --kids get candy, play games, dress up (no creepy costumes allowed) and generally have a lot of fun. The church we attend now had their Harvest Party last night. (We stayed home since the party was outdoors and we have colds.)
Anyway, now that I'm married and have a daughter of my own - I am wondering how I'm going to handle the subject of Halloween. Right now, she's three. It's not an issue. But one day, when she goes to school - there will be many of her friends who will be out trick or treating - and wanting her to go along. I have come to realize that celebrating Halloween is not something in which I want Olivia to be involved.
My question for all of you is - what do you do? Do your children participate in Halloween activities? Where do you draw the line and what do you say to your children? ....just curious.
By the way: Cleave Unto the Lord Your God
Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary:
"cleave ... to adhere firmly and closely or loyally and unwaveringly."
Here's the article....I would appreciate your feedback:
Halloween
Hallowe'en has been given an innocent face and people say it's "only fantasy" after all. However, Hallowe'en is not innocent, it is the celebration of death and the dead which is condemned by God's word.
When God, through Moses, instructed the nation of Israel regarding the practices of the nations whose land they were going to inhabit, He warned them not to learn the ways of those nations. God wanted to make sure that the occultic practices that the nations of Canaan were accustomed to would not become part of Israel's practices. Divination, witchcraft and seeking to communicate with the dead were all considered abomination by God.
"When thou art come into the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee, thou shalt not learn to do after the abominations of those nations. There shall not be found among you any one that maketh his son or his daughter to pass through the fire, or that useth divination, or an observer of times, or an enchanter, or a witch. Or a charmer, or a consulter with familiar spirits, or a wizard, or a necromancer. For all that do these things are an abomination unto the LORD: and because of these abominations the LORD thy God doth drive them out from before thee." Deuteronomy 18:9-12
A person who had a familiar spirit or a person who practiced necromancy were people who communicated with the dead. This practice of trying to communicate with the dead was categorically condemned and those who engaged in it were to be put to death by stoning. Leviticus 19:31; 20:27.
Hallowe'en, All Hallowed Eve and All Saints Day are names for the same day. The Catholic version, or All Hallowed Eve, christianized this Pagan holiday by stating that the dead being celebrated were the dead saints now in Heaven. Here is a Catholic perspective of Hallowe'en.
"Because October 31 lies exactly between the Autumnal Equinox and the Winter Solstice, it is theorized that ancient peoples, with their reliance on astrology, thought it was a very potent time for magic and communion with spirits. The 'veil between the worlds' of the living and the dead was said to be at its thinnest on this day; so the dead were invited to return to feast with their loved ones; welcomed in from the cold, much as the animals were brought inside."
Here are details about Hallowe'en from an witches perspective.)
By comparing a few Bible verses together, it becomes evident that the feast of Hallowe'en or the feast of the dead is really feasting with demons.
On the borders of the Promised Land, Israel fell into whoredom with the daughters of Moab and Midian who came into the camp. This had been on the instruction of Baalam who found that Israel could not be cursed unless they fell into disobedience.
"And Israel abode in Shittim, and the people began to commit whoredom with the daughters of Moab. And they called the people unto the sacrifices of their gods: and the people did eat, and bowed down to their gods. And Israel joined himself unto Baalpeor: and the anger of the LORD was kindled against Israel." Numbers 25:1-3
Israel sacrificed to the gods of the Moabites, feasted with them and bowed down to their gods. Thus they left the true God and were joined to a false one, Baalpeor. What was the feasting about? What did the worship of these false gods involve besides the licentious practices.
"They [Israel] joined themselves also unto Baalpeor, and ate the sacrifices of the dead." Psalms 106:28
The book of Psalms explains that the feast being conducted (back in Numbers 25) was a feast for the dead. This is what the feast of Hallowe'en is about, a celebration and feast of the dead. When we turn to the New Testament, Paul tells us that when the Gentiles sacrifice, they are really sacrificing to demons. "But I say, that the things which the Gentiles sacrifice, they sacrifice to devils, and not to God: and I would not that ye should have fellowship with devils. " I Corinthians 10:20
Celebrating Hallowe'en is a Pagan ritual that goes farther back than the Celtics of Ireland. It goes back to ancient civilizations many thousands of years ago. The celebration of the dead, the feast for the dead is really having fellowship with demons.
These practices are not innocent. They are occult practices that open up you and your family to demonic harrassment. If you have any occult paraphenalia in your home, such as Tarot cards, crystals, games, or occult books, get rid of them. They are invitations to the spirits of devils to invade your life.
When there were converts from paganism in Ephesus, these new converts who had practiced occult ceremonies, burned their books and so should you! Acts 19:17-20 Don't be trapped by the innocent face that is being put on Hallowe'en and the occult today. It is still the witchcraft that God in His word condemned as being incompatible with Christianity. God does not want his people having fellowship with demons.
Deuteronomy 4:1 Now therefore hearken, O Israel, unto the statutes and unto the judgments, which I teach you, for to do them, that ye may live, and go in and possess the land which the LORD God of your fathers giveth you.
2 Ye shall not add unto the word which I command you, neither shall ye diminish ought from it, that ye may keep the commandments of the LORD your God which I command you.
3 Your eyes have seen what the LORD did because of Baalpeor: for all the men that followed Baalpeor, the LORD thy God hath destroyed them from among you.
4 But ye that did cleave unto the LORD your God are alive every one of you this day.
I was curious as to what the characteristics this false god (Baalpeor) possessed. So - I googled "Baalpeor false god". Following is the article that I found --copied from the BibleUniverse website.
Before I copy the article --let me just say this ---as a Christian, when I was a child - we celebrated Halloween. We dressed up in cute little costumes and ran door to door collecting all the scrumptious, cavity-causing, tummy-aching, sugar-high-inducing candy that we could fit into our bags. Some of us even carried pillow cases - allowing for 'Maximum' Load! (Not me - I was too 'chic' for that!).
I remember one year, I even had a Halloween party --complete with, among other things, cooked spaghetti and peeled grapes representing intestines and eyes (props for a creepy story that I shared). My parents, while Christians, obviously approved of the party - helped plan it - bought the food, etc. Mom even sewed a cute witch costume for me.
In fact, our youth group at church held Halloween parties for us - we all dressed up - bobbed for apples - played games and had a great time. Today - this same church where I grew up would not dream of having a Halloween Party. Now they have a Fall Harvest Party --kids get candy, play games, dress up (no creepy costumes allowed) and generally have a lot of fun. The church we attend now had their Harvest Party last night. (We stayed home since the party was outdoors and we have colds.)
Anyway, now that I'm married and have a daughter of my own - I am wondering how I'm going to handle the subject of Halloween. Right now, she's three. It's not an issue. But one day, when she goes to school - there will be many of her friends who will be out trick or treating - and wanting her to go along. I have come to realize that celebrating Halloween is not something in which I want Olivia to be involved.
My question for all of you is - what do you do? Do your children participate in Halloween activities? Where do you draw the line and what do you say to your children? ....just curious.
By the way: Cleave Unto the Lord Your God
Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary:
"cleave ... to adhere firmly and closely or loyally and unwaveringly."
Here's the article....I would appreciate your feedback:
Halloween
Hallowe'en has been given an innocent face and people say it's "only fantasy" after all. However, Hallowe'en is not innocent, it is the celebration of death and the dead which is condemned by God's word.
When God, through Moses, instructed the nation of Israel regarding the practices of the nations whose land they were going to inhabit, He warned them not to learn the ways of those nations. God wanted to make sure that the occultic practices that the nations of Canaan were accustomed to would not become part of Israel's practices. Divination, witchcraft and seeking to communicate with the dead were all considered abomination by God.
"When thou art come into the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee, thou shalt not learn to do after the abominations of those nations. There shall not be found among you any one that maketh his son or his daughter to pass through the fire, or that useth divination, or an observer of times, or an enchanter, or a witch. Or a charmer, or a consulter with familiar spirits, or a wizard, or a necromancer. For all that do these things are an abomination unto the LORD: and because of these abominations the LORD thy God doth drive them out from before thee." Deuteronomy 18:9-12
A person who had a familiar spirit or a person who practiced necromancy were people who communicated with the dead. This practice of trying to communicate with the dead was categorically condemned and those who engaged in it were to be put to death by stoning. Leviticus 19:31; 20:27.
Hallowe'en, All Hallowed Eve and All Saints Day are names for the same day. The Catholic version, or All Hallowed Eve, christianized this Pagan holiday by stating that the dead being celebrated were the dead saints now in Heaven. Here is a Catholic perspective of Hallowe'en.
"Because October 31 lies exactly between the Autumnal Equinox and the Winter Solstice, it is theorized that ancient peoples, with their reliance on astrology, thought it was a very potent time for magic and communion with spirits. The 'veil between the worlds' of the living and the dead was said to be at its thinnest on this day; so the dead were invited to return to feast with their loved ones; welcomed in from the cold, much as the animals were brought inside."
Here are details about Hallowe'en from an witches perspective.)
By comparing a few Bible verses together, it becomes evident that the feast of Hallowe'en or the feast of the dead is really feasting with demons.
On the borders of the Promised Land, Israel fell into whoredom with the daughters of Moab and Midian who came into the camp. This had been on the instruction of Baalam who found that Israel could not be cursed unless they fell into disobedience.
"And Israel abode in Shittim, and the people began to commit whoredom with the daughters of Moab. And they called the people unto the sacrifices of their gods: and the people did eat, and bowed down to their gods. And Israel joined himself unto Baalpeor: and the anger of the LORD was kindled against Israel." Numbers 25:1-3
Israel sacrificed to the gods of the Moabites, feasted with them and bowed down to their gods. Thus they left the true God and were joined to a false one, Baalpeor. What was the feasting about? What did the worship of these false gods involve besides the licentious practices.
"They [Israel] joined themselves also unto Baalpeor, and ate the sacrifices of the dead." Psalms 106:28
The book of Psalms explains that the feast being conducted (back in Numbers 25) was a feast for the dead. This is what the feast of Hallowe'en is about, a celebration and feast of the dead. When we turn to the New Testament, Paul tells us that when the Gentiles sacrifice, they are really sacrificing to demons. "But I say, that the things which the Gentiles sacrifice, they sacrifice to devils, and not to God: and I would not that ye should have fellowship with devils. " I Corinthians 10:20
Celebrating Hallowe'en is a Pagan ritual that goes farther back than the Celtics of Ireland. It goes back to ancient civilizations many thousands of years ago. The celebration of the dead, the feast for the dead is really having fellowship with demons.
These practices are not innocent. They are occult practices that open up you and your family to demonic harrassment. If you have any occult paraphenalia in your home, such as Tarot cards, crystals, games, or occult books, get rid of them. They are invitations to the spirits of devils to invade your life.
When there were converts from paganism in Ephesus, these new converts who had practiced occult ceremonies, burned their books and so should you! Acts 19:17-20 Don't be trapped by the innocent face that is being put on Hallowe'en and the occult today. It is still the witchcraft that God in His word condemned as being incompatible with Christianity. God does not want his people having fellowship with demons.
quip de jour --i.e. Olivia says the darndest things...
I have been reading a delightful blog entitled Mommy Matters.
Every so often, there is a post entitled, "...quip de jour".
I was thinking that I should adopt the idea. Since actually writing down the things that Olivia says in her "book" isn't happening with great frequency.
So...here are some things she said earlier: While outside in the chilly night air with Daddy - swinging on the swing - wearing a hat with flaps covering her ears....She removed the flap and said, "Daddy, I really just need to hear the night sounds."
When seeing me typing in my blog..."Mommy, you need to close up that computer because I need a really big hug or else you're going to the naughty spot."
After refusing to eat the nutritious lunch I placed before her...."No, thank you, I'm just not hungry."...then gets up - gets a spoon out of the drawer and a snack-pack vanilla pudding out of the cupboard..."I have an idea! I'll just be the taste tester to see if this pudding is good."
Being a Mom is not without it's comic relief!
May your days be FULL of smiles...
Every so often, there is a post entitled, "...quip de jour".
I was thinking that I should adopt the idea. Since actually writing down the things that Olivia says in her "book" isn't happening with great frequency.
So...here are some things she said earlier: While outside in the chilly night air with Daddy - swinging on the swing - wearing a hat with flaps covering her ears....She removed the flap and said, "Daddy, I really just need to hear the night sounds."
When seeing me typing in my blog..."Mommy, you need to close up that computer because I need a really big hug or else you're going to the naughty spot."
After refusing to eat the nutritious lunch I placed before her...."No, thank you, I'm just not hungry."...then gets up - gets a spoon out of the drawer and a snack-pack vanilla pudding out of the cupboard..."I have an idea! I'll just be the taste tester to see if this pudding is good."
Being a Mom is not without it's comic relief!
May your days be FULL of smiles...
Oliver
I just spent the past 90 minutes on the phone with a very dear friend. She called me to ask me to pray for her brother, Oliver. Oliver has so many physical problems right now --he's in critical condition in an intensive care unit - suffering with graft vs. host disease and many complications from several other inherited disorders that plaque him. He is in horrific pain - and in septic shock - and the physicians don't know where the infection came from - nor can they find an antibiotic to treat it. He has had a fever of over 104 degrees for the past four days.
What could I tell my friend, Sherry, about her brother? Because of my medical background, I know that a lot of what is happening with Oliver is pointing to the fact that he may not have much time left on this earth. As Sherry said - she's not stupid - she knows this. Oliver is a Christian. Sherry is a Christian. I told her the only thing that is absolutely - without a doubt - a certainty: God is still on the throne and still in control and still knows every detail of Oliver's situation and still has him in the palm of His hand.
Over and over again, the Lord is showing me that He is the One in charge. It seems that everywhere I look recently - there are no other answers. Situations are such that there is no other hope but the Lord. Why He is showing me that frankly has me a little bit frightened. I wonder what He may be preparing me for....
argh.
Still ---I must maintain --He is in control. He knows what's best. He will ultimately work all things out for good for those who are called according to His purpose.
Lord --be with Oliver tonight. Comfort him as only You can do. Take away his pain. Heal him. In Jesus' Name,
Amen.
What could I tell my friend, Sherry, about her brother? Because of my medical background, I know that a lot of what is happening with Oliver is pointing to the fact that he may not have much time left on this earth. As Sherry said - she's not stupid - she knows this. Oliver is a Christian. Sherry is a Christian. I told her the only thing that is absolutely - without a doubt - a certainty: God is still on the throne and still in control and still knows every detail of Oliver's situation and still has him in the palm of His hand.
Over and over again, the Lord is showing me that He is the One in charge. It seems that everywhere I look recently - there are no other answers. Situations are such that there is no other hope but the Lord. Why He is showing me that frankly has me a little bit frightened. I wonder what He may be preparing me for....
argh.
Still ---I must maintain --He is in control. He knows what's best. He will ultimately work all things out for good for those who are called according to His purpose.
Lord --be with Oliver tonight. Comfort him as only You can do. Take away his pain. Heal him. In Jesus' Name,
Amen.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Trust
I have been reading some blogs recently with some really inspiring posts. (Refer to my "Places to Go" on the sidebar.) Some of these people are presently going through some significant struggles. The common thread is that all of them are relying on the Lord to get them through.
As I reflect upon my own life, I see that I have leaned on the Lord during the hard times - choosing to trust Him rather than rely on my own strengths. It's easy to trust Him when you have no where else to go. But I'm wondering if during the "good" times, I'm trusting Him as much? Am I as devoted to spending time with Him when things are going my way? Do I long to crawl up in His lap and let Him hold me on a daily basis? There's not a day that goes by when my daughter doesn't come over and crawl up on my lap wanting to be loved. And there's not a day when I would turn her down. Our heavenly Father is the same way ---He yearns for an intimate relationship with us. He loves us more than we can imagine and desires that we share our hearts with Him. It can be easy for us, as humans, to take the Lord for granted. Today, my charge to you is this: Put aside all the "stuff" of this life for a few minutes and spend time with your Abba Father. Let Him love you. Relax in His presence and allow Him to fill you with His love and peace. You will be forever changed.
As I reflect upon my own life, I see that I have leaned on the Lord during the hard times - choosing to trust Him rather than rely on my own strengths. It's easy to trust Him when you have no where else to go. But I'm wondering if during the "good" times, I'm trusting Him as much? Am I as devoted to spending time with Him when things are going my way? Do I long to crawl up in His lap and let Him hold me on a daily basis? There's not a day that goes by when my daughter doesn't come over and crawl up on my lap wanting to be loved. And there's not a day when I would turn her down. Our heavenly Father is the same way ---He yearns for an intimate relationship with us. He loves us more than we can imagine and desires that we share our hearts with Him. It can be easy for us, as humans, to take the Lord for granted. Today, my charge to you is this: Put aside all the "stuff" of this life for a few minutes and spend time with your Abba Father. Let Him love you. Relax in His presence and allow Him to fill you with His love and peace. You will be forever changed.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
It's God's Problem
This morning after church, someone asked me about something that I've been praying about for quite some time....my response to her was, "It's God's problem." It's out of my hands. There's nothing I can, or should, do to contribute to the solution. I read a comment in another blog recently: "Control is an illusion." Isn't that the truth? Control - in a Christian's life - is something that should be relinquished to God. He's in charge. He's on the throne - at least that's where He was the last time I checked. And since He never changes ---that means He's still there.
So often, we neglect to surrender people, things, situations, relationships, whatever...to the Lord. We lay them at His feet --asking Him to take control of the situation and then a few days or even a few hours or minutes later --we've got our heads and our hands right back in the situation. Give it to God. He's the One Who knows exactly what's best. He promises that He will work all things together for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.
I have a few issues in my life right now that I'm dealing with ---Today - I gave them all to God. They're now His problems and I'm not going to stress about them anymore!
Go ---Give it to God!....and leave it at His feet!
So often, we neglect to surrender people, things, situations, relationships, whatever...to the Lord. We lay them at His feet --asking Him to take control of the situation and then a few days or even a few hours or minutes later --we've got our heads and our hands right back in the situation. Give it to God. He's the One Who knows exactly what's best. He promises that He will work all things together for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.
I have a few issues in my life right now that I'm dealing with ---Today - I gave them all to God. They're now His problems and I'm not going to stress about them anymore!
Go ---Give it to God!....and leave it at His feet!
Friday, October 14, 2005
what a workout!
Okay ---the new recumbent bike arrived yesterday. Last night, Randy dragged it in the house (the box was over 150 pounds) and proceeded to unpack it. Halfway through his task he received a phone call and had to abandon the project. By the time he was through talking with his client, he had lost the motivation to finish unpacking the box. At this point, I'm wondering if this box was going to sit unpacked - much like the palmetto bug sat on the kitchen floor for days....(refer to previous post)....anyway, today, I decided that I was going to unpack and assemble this bike. THREE HOURS later, with sweat pouring off my head, I finally finished the project. At this point I had decided that I probably could count that as my workout and forego actually RIDING the bike today....but I was anxious to try it out. I read the directions regarding how to program my workout and I began. Well....20 minutes and 2.5 miles later, I was done! I was going up hills that I didn't know I could climb! Of course, they're all imaginary. The tension on the bike would increase or decrease based on my target heart rate - which I had programmed previously. However, I neglected to account for the fact that my high PB medication causes my heart to beat slower. Therefore --my target rate should be lower than the normal person. At the end of this workout, I was DRIPPING sweat off my head - into my eyes (I hate when that happens --note: wear a headband next time...). I was feeling slightly nauseated and COMPLETELY out of shape! BUT - I accomplished something - so I'm feeling good about that. Now, if I can just resist the temptation to go eat everything in sight. Exercise always causes me to feel famished! Okay...yeah me! I will keep you posted on the progress.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Chug-a Chug-a Chug-a Choo!
Yesterday, Olivia was flat on her back most of the day. She had puked all night and was "resting up" and recharging for today.
Presently, as I type, she is RUNNING around the living room singing, "chug-a chug-a chug-a choo - I'm a train! ...the train went over the mountain...now, I'm a plane! Look Mommy! Mommy, you come and be a plane too!...." etc. ad nauseum. WHERE do kids get their energy? And why can't I have some of it?!
I have been complaining to Randy a lot lately that I'm unhappy with the fact that I've gained 40 pounds since our wedding day (4.5 years ago). That's roughly ten pounds a year. The last time I added ten pounds a year started when I was in college ---I added ten pounds a year until I had reached the jelly-belly weight of 323 (that was the last time I had weighed myself --I probably weighed more).
I worked REALLY hard at losing weight and managed to take off 132 pounds! YEAH ME!
My plans were to lose an addition 40-60 pounds. Instead, I got married, gained ten, had a baby, and gained 30.
I don't get enough exercise. No, let me restate that. I don't get ANY exercise. The majority of my time is spent taking care of Olivia. She's three. You would think that there would be a lot of "running to keep up" with her --but the truth is, I can orchestrate most of the day from the comfort of my couch. Olivia runs. I watch.
Well - I've made up my mind that I'm going to lose the weight that I gained back --and I'm also going to take off an additional 40 pounds. That's 80 pounds. I've already lost five (yeah me!) by cutting out all pop (soda or soft drinks for those of you who are unaccustomed to calling it pop). I've also stopped eating so many pretzels (one of my favorite snacks).
And....we just invested in a really expensive recumbant exercise bike. We ordered it from the PX (one of the benefits to being married to a retired military man - PX shopping - no tax - no shipping --except we had to pay shipping on this one because it was "oversize").
So - that means I can exercise while Olivia is running around the house.
My plan is to record my progress in my blog. I'll keep you posted on "weigh-in" day. Maybe, if I can find some old photos - I'll post one before I lost the original 132 - one from now - and another when I lose the other 80.
Here's what I'll need from you folks who visit my blog --encouragement! Tell me something that will inspire me. Pray for me. Tell me that it's worth it to turn down the piece of chocolate cheesecake with caramel drizzled on top....no, better yet, remind me that I'M worth turning down the piece of chocolate cheesecake with caramel drizzled on top....because somewhere, down deep inside, I think this weight is a result of self-hatred - or low self-esteem --or something....
I recently read in another blog that women's addictions recur when they feel that they aren't being pursued.....I think there's something to that. I'm definitely addicted to food....and once again, I've allowed food to become my god. I thought I had learned that lesson --apparently not. Thanks for the prayers --I'm gonna need them!
....until the next post,
fatfully yours,
Deb
Presently, as I type, she is RUNNING around the living room singing, "chug-a chug-a chug-a choo - I'm a train! ...the train went over the mountain...now, I'm a plane! Look Mommy! Mommy, you come and be a plane too!...." etc. ad nauseum. WHERE do kids get their energy? And why can't I have some of it?!
I have been complaining to Randy a lot lately that I'm unhappy with the fact that I've gained 40 pounds since our wedding day (4.5 years ago). That's roughly ten pounds a year. The last time I added ten pounds a year started when I was in college ---I added ten pounds a year until I had reached the jelly-belly weight of 323 (that was the last time I had weighed myself --I probably weighed more).
I worked REALLY hard at losing weight and managed to take off 132 pounds! YEAH ME!
My plans were to lose an addition 40-60 pounds. Instead, I got married, gained ten, had a baby, and gained 30.
I don't get enough exercise. No, let me restate that. I don't get ANY exercise. The majority of my time is spent taking care of Olivia. She's three. You would think that there would be a lot of "running to keep up" with her --but the truth is, I can orchestrate most of the day from the comfort of my couch. Olivia runs. I watch.
Well - I've made up my mind that I'm going to lose the weight that I gained back --and I'm also going to take off an additional 40 pounds. That's 80 pounds. I've already lost five (yeah me!) by cutting out all pop (soda or soft drinks for those of you who are unaccustomed to calling it pop). I've also stopped eating so many pretzels (one of my favorite snacks).
And....we just invested in a really expensive recumbant exercise bike. We ordered it from the PX (one of the benefits to being married to a retired military man - PX shopping - no tax - no shipping --except we had to pay shipping on this one because it was "oversize").
So - that means I can exercise while Olivia is running around the house.
My plan is to record my progress in my blog. I'll keep you posted on "weigh-in" day. Maybe, if I can find some old photos - I'll post one before I lost the original 132 - one from now - and another when I lose the other 80.
Here's what I'll need from you folks who visit my blog --encouragement! Tell me something that will inspire me. Pray for me. Tell me that it's worth it to turn down the piece of chocolate cheesecake with caramel drizzled on top....no, better yet, remind me that I'M worth turning down the piece of chocolate cheesecake with caramel drizzled on top....because somewhere, down deep inside, I think this weight is a result of self-hatred - or low self-esteem --or something....
I recently read in another blog that women's addictions recur when they feel that they aren't being pursued.....I think there's something to that. I'm definitely addicted to food....and once again, I've allowed food to become my god. I thought I had learned that lesson --apparently not. Thanks for the prayers --I'm gonna need them!
....until the next post,
fatfully yours,
Deb
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
getting to know you poll
You know those goofy "getting to know you" question thingys that seemingly circulate endlessly from email to email? Who writes that stuff? They ask (and expect you to respond) to all kinds of whacky questions from "what was the last thing you ate" to "if you were a crayon, what color would you be?". What color would you be? Who knows! Depends on my mood! Today, I'd be deep purple because I'm tired and have been taking care of my sick little girl since last night. If you asked me last night, at 3am when I was putting the puke-covered sheets in the wash, I might have said, "Gray". If you ask me on payday, "Bright Yellow". If you ask me just after I've eaten too much, "Green". Anyway....here's my question of the day - actually, it's a two-part question. #1) If YOU were a crayon - right now this minute - what color would you be? and #2) What question would you include if you were writing one of those seemingly endlessly circulating question thingys?
don't ever stop praying
I recently came across an entry on someone's blog --this person remarked that she has been praying for over 25 years for her husband's salvation. That's a long time. I was able to share some thoughts and words of encouragement with her.
There were (and still are) times in my life when I didn't quite understand why the Lord would answer my prayer for something seemingly trivial --yet years and years went by --as I prayed for my father's salvation and received no answer.
I love how God is in the details. He does care about every little thing which pertains to His children. It's awesome that He he always provides a good parking spot at WalMart as I whisper a prayer on the way into the lot, "Lord, please let there be a space near the door." Yet, I persistently prayed for my Dad for over 20 years... Let me just say this --never stop praying.
My father never minded that the rest of our family attended church. He was a good man - would give anyone the shirt off of his back --but didn't have room for the Lord in His life. His opinion was the the church was full of hypocrits. He couldn't recognize that we're all forgiven sinners --not perfect people.
I can remember, as a child and a young person, going into my bedroom, closing the door, getting down on my knees and weeping before the Lord - pleading for my Dad. There was no request more urgent on my heart. My mother prayed too. And we waited. And waited. And waited.
Over twenty years later --after Dad endured some very serious heart surgeries and a heart attack which eventually led to him being placed on the heart transplant list---the day came --when he literally had been given just a few days to live --that he got the call --they found a donor.
Dad went into that surgery --and came out - not only with a new physical heart - but with a new spiritual heart. Later, he would tell us that since God had given him another chance - He thought that it was about time that he start being grateful and he surrendered his life completely.
We saw him transform from a "good man" to a man after God's own heart. To see him standing in church - singing and worshipping the Lord - leading a Bible study - being an officer in the Men's Ministry - going on missions trips. --and always -wherever he was - whenever he had the opportunity - sharing the love of the Lord with anyone who would listen ---it was an amazing thing to witness. And the long-awaited answer to countless prayers for his salvation.
Dad is at Home with the Lord now. He lived six years post transplant before he died in the O.R. when they were removing the lower right lobe of his lung because he had been recently diagnosed with lung cancer.
The Lord knew that Dad had endured enough - and took him Home to be with Him - where he is now completely healed.
He is the person that I miss the most - every day - and it's been ten years since his Homecoming. I am sad that he never met my husband or our daughter. I am sad that I was never able to share with him the deepest secret of my life --and that I finally allowed the Lord to break through my stubborn, sinful heart and call me to a COMPLETE surrender to Him.
But --I'd like to think that Dad's a part of that great cloud of witnesses of whom the Bible speaks. He knows. He sees. He smiles at us from heaven --just as our Heavenly Father does.
I say all of this to say this --don't ever stop praying for your unsaved loved ones. Don't be discouraged. God works in so many ways in the human heart - ways we cannot see. ...Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved - and thy house. God is faithful - he will give you the desires of your heart as you continue to serve Him.
My prayer is that the day of your loved one's salvation will come soon --so that they may reap the benefits of the many blessings that the Lord bestows upon us.
I will continue to pray...
God bless you dear reader!
There were (and still are) times in my life when I didn't quite understand why the Lord would answer my prayer for something seemingly trivial --yet years and years went by --as I prayed for my father's salvation and received no answer.
I love how God is in the details. He does care about every little thing which pertains to His children. It's awesome that He he always provides a good parking spot at WalMart as I whisper a prayer on the way into the lot, "Lord, please let there be a space near the door." Yet, I persistently prayed for my Dad for over 20 years... Let me just say this --never stop praying.
My father never minded that the rest of our family attended church. He was a good man - would give anyone the shirt off of his back --but didn't have room for the Lord in His life. His opinion was the the church was full of hypocrits. He couldn't recognize that we're all forgiven sinners --not perfect people.
I can remember, as a child and a young person, going into my bedroom, closing the door, getting down on my knees and weeping before the Lord - pleading for my Dad. There was no request more urgent on my heart. My mother prayed too. And we waited. And waited. And waited.
Over twenty years later --after Dad endured some very serious heart surgeries and a heart attack which eventually led to him being placed on the heart transplant list---the day came --when he literally had been given just a few days to live --that he got the call --they found a donor.
Dad went into that surgery --and came out - not only with a new physical heart - but with a new spiritual heart. Later, he would tell us that since God had given him another chance - He thought that it was about time that he start being grateful and he surrendered his life completely.
We saw him transform from a "good man" to a man after God's own heart. To see him standing in church - singing and worshipping the Lord - leading a Bible study - being an officer in the Men's Ministry - going on missions trips. --and always -wherever he was - whenever he had the opportunity - sharing the love of the Lord with anyone who would listen ---it was an amazing thing to witness. And the long-awaited answer to countless prayers for his salvation.
Dad is at Home with the Lord now. He lived six years post transplant before he died in the O.R. when they were removing the lower right lobe of his lung because he had been recently diagnosed with lung cancer.
The Lord knew that Dad had endured enough - and took him Home to be with Him - where he is now completely healed.
He is the person that I miss the most - every day - and it's been ten years since his Homecoming. I am sad that he never met my husband or our daughter. I am sad that I was never able to share with him the deepest secret of my life --and that I finally allowed the Lord to break through my stubborn, sinful heart and call me to a COMPLETE surrender to Him.
But --I'd like to think that Dad's a part of that great cloud of witnesses of whom the Bible speaks. He knows. He sees. He smiles at us from heaven --just as our Heavenly Father does.
I say all of this to say this --don't ever stop praying for your unsaved loved ones. Don't be discouraged. God works in so many ways in the human heart - ways we cannot see. ...Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved - and thy house. God is faithful - he will give you the desires of your heart as you continue to serve Him.
My prayer is that the day of your loved one's salvation will come soon --so that they may reap the benefits of the many blessings that the Lord bestows upon us.
I will continue to pray...
God bless you dear reader!
Monday, October 10, 2005
Matt on the Ellen show
I just happened to tune in to The Ellen DeGeneres Show this afternoon. She mentioned this guy's website - you're going to have to "cut and paste" this into your address because for some reason, I can't get blogger to accept my html code. (argh.) Here's the site: http://www.wherethehellismatt.com (well, we wish it was "heck" and not "hell" - but, you'll have that. It sounds better, don'tcha think? Visit the site. It's funny.
blog
I happened to find my way earlier tonight to a blog by a writer by the name of Donna Butler --- By His Grace Alone. I recommend this blog - awesome poetry and insightful, inspirational writing!
Here's another of my favorites ---an aspiring photographer: Robin. The photographs she shares are incredible! Visit A Little Bit of Me when you have some time!
Here's another of my favorites ---an aspiring photographer: Robin. The photographs she shares are incredible! Visit A Little Bit of Me when you have some time!
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Everybody Loves Raymond
Have you all seen the episode of Everybody Loves Raymond where the suitcase sits on the stair landing for DAYS because neither Deborah or Raymond will put it away? - each waiting for the other one to do it? Well....we returned home from Florida on Friday. It's now Thursday. Tomorrow will be one week since we've returned. It's not that I expect my husband to unpack the suitcases - because I don't. He works long hours at the office and when he comes home, the last thing he wants to do is unpack a suitcase. There is the matter of the dead Palmetto bug that is lying, upside-down on the kitchen floor ---hitched a ride in the suitcase. It is not in a direct traffic area....so I haven't picked it up. I only knew it was a dead Palmetto bug just yesterday ---previously, I thought it was a piece of fuzz. I think if the FDA or whomever it is that inspects restaurants were to come in my kitchen and inspect - we'd fail. Can't serve food here! Comtaminated! Dead Bug Area! ARGH! Okay --that means I don't have to cook dinner tonight right?!
Randy is also aware of the dead Palmetto Bug ---he hasn't bent down to pick it up either. And since Olivia is old enough that she's no longer putting everything in her mouth....I'll just let it sit there and see if Randy picks it up....
Randy is also aware of the dead Palmetto Bug ---he hasn't bent down to pick it up either. And since Olivia is old enough that she's no longer putting everything in her mouth....I'll just let it sit there and see if Randy picks it up....
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
We're Baaaaccck!
Wow. What a vacation. Florida. Disney World. Mickey. Minnie. Cinderella. The "Fountain Little Pool". (Olivia's favorite pool at our resort.)
We had a great time ---now I'm trying to "catch up" on all my computer stuff. Following the progress of the little ones we're praying for has been a priority. Of course, can I EVEN remember how to add their link?! I'm telling you --early onset alzheimers --or something. My memory is not good at all. My neurologist says it's normal for me (I have MS) --but it's SO VERY FRUSTRATING!
Okay --gotta go "catch up" on my friends' blogs --and then figure out how to do the "link" thing --and maybe upload a photo of Olivia and Minnie. At one point, we were leaving breakfast with the characters and she got this very sad expression and then big tears started rolling down her face. I asked her what was wrong..."Mommy, I need to give Minnie Mouse a really big hug." Oh the drama of being three! She's too precious at times.
Okay --later gator (which we saw, by the way, in the wild, in Florida.)
We had a great time ---now I'm trying to "catch up" on all my computer stuff. Following the progress of the little ones we're praying for has been a priority. Of course, can I EVEN remember how to add their link?! I'm telling you --early onset alzheimers --or something. My memory is not good at all. My neurologist says it's normal for me (I have MS) --but it's SO VERY FRUSTRATING!
Okay --gotta go "catch up" on my friends' blogs --and then figure out how to do the "link" thing --and maybe upload a photo of Olivia and Minnie. At one point, we were leaving breakfast with the characters and she got this very sad expression and then big tears started rolling down her face. I asked her what was wrong..."Mommy, I need to give Minnie Mouse a really big hug." Oh the drama of being three! She's too precious at times.
Okay --later gator (which we saw, by the way, in the wild, in Florida.)
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Redeat
Redeat. How do you pronounce that name? Red eat... Ree deat...Red eee at...
Her name is Redeat - and she's three. Her birthday is just a week after our daughter's. She lives in Ethiopia. I was surfing the web today and came across the website for Mission of Mercy.
I couldn't resist the face! This little girl is just beautiful...so - we're now sponsoring her.
That makes two little girls we sponsor. The other, Yasmin, lives in the Dominican Republic. I couldn't resist sponsoring her either We sponsor Yasmin through another organization: Children International.
We've sponsored her for almost three years. Now - we add little Redeat.
We hope to teach our daughter a lot of different things by sponsoring these two girls. We're praying that she'll have a lot of compassion when she grows up. So - here's to little Redeat... (I can't find Yasmin's photo at the moment - but when I do - I'll post it too!)
Seen recently in the news: Plasma Ray Oven may soon replace the microwave
so....do I have your attention?
Good.
Don't know what a plasma ray oven is....made it up.
I had to say something to get you to read!
Yesterday, I posted this:
So...do you "google"? What is the most bizarre thing you have "googled". Please share - we all want to see just how weird you really are!
...anxiously awaiting your answers....
Good.
Don't know what a plasma ray oven is....made it up.
I had to say something to get you to read!
Yesterday, I posted this:
So...do you "google"? What is the most bizarre thing you have "googled". Please share - we all want to see just how weird you really are!
...anxiously awaiting your answers....
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Childhood Cancer Awareness Month
I've just discovered that September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month (okay, so I'm a bit behind...deal with it.)
Here are some sites you may visit --kids with cancer. I've been following their progress and praying for them daily. God is big - bigger than cancer --prayer works!
Everyone - pray!
Rebekah
Maggie
Joshua
Rachel
Here are some sites you may visit --kids with cancer. I've been following their progress and praying for them daily. God is big - bigger than cancer --prayer works!
Everyone - pray!
Rebekah
Maggie
Joshua
Rachel
olivia after church 8-28-05
Here she is - Princess Olivia. As I type this --she is squishing cinnamon rolls between her fingers and watching the frosting ooze all over her "Elmo couch". (She's going to be a sculptor - or at the very least, a frosting consistency tester.)
Okay --I've gotta go clean her up, take the cover off the Elmo Couch and throw it in the wash - and then engage her in a spine-tingling game of Candy Land!
the electrical umbilical cord
I was browsing blogs and came across a post about our obsession to not sleep because we're "checking our email just one more time".... Yes. I'm obsessed. Just like that blogger.
It's pitiful, isn't it?, how we are somehow "attached" to these computers. As if they have some unseen electrical umbilical cord. In my case, it's even worse. In addition to the "regular" computer - I now have a laptop --so I never even have to venture off the couch. I can just slug here and read email - read blogs - reply to email - comment on blogs - check if there are any new geocaches nearby ( www.geocaching.com ) --or just spend endless hours "googling". If I lack something to do ...(no wait, let me rephrase that)...if I lack the ambition to clean my house...(when does THAT happen?!) - then I can just sit on the couch for hours and "google" things. What is the prognosis for my friend's disease? google it. How far apart do we put the new bluebird houses? google it. What is the actual name of the Disney Princess, Sleeping Beauty? google it. Who wrote that song that's rattling around in my brain? google it. That actress that you just saw on TV...what else did she play in? google it. How do we get rid of the pond scum in our pond? google it. What actually is IN that battery that would explode if we put it in a fire or an incinerator? google it. What do I use to get the ink out of the upholstered chair? google it - no wait --the result would be housecleaning. nevermind. What does a three-toed sloth eat? (oh wait...my feet each have five toes.....) 'enough said!
So...do you "google"? What is the most bizarre thing you have "googled". Please share - we all want to see just how weird you really are!
It's pitiful, isn't it?, how we are somehow "attached" to these computers. As if they have some unseen electrical umbilical cord. In my case, it's even worse. In addition to the "regular" computer - I now have a laptop --so I never even have to venture off the couch. I can just slug here and read email - read blogs - reply to email - comment on blogs - check if there are any new geocaches nearby ( www.geocaching.com ) --or just spend endless hours "googling". If I lack something to do ...(no wait, let me rephrase that)...if I lack the ambition to clean my house...(when does THAT happen?!) - then I can just sit on the couch for hours and "google" things. What is the prognosis for my friend's disease? google it. How far apart do we put the new bluebird houses? google it. What is the actual name of the Disney Princess, Sleeping Beauty? google it. Who wrote that song that's rattling around in my brain? google it. That actress that you just saw on TV...what else did she play in? google it. How do we get rid of the pond scum in our pond? google it. What actually is IN that battery that would explode if we put it in a fire or an incinerator? google it. What do I use to get the ink out of the upholstered chair? google it - no wait --the result would be housecleaning. nevermind. What does a three-toed sloth eat? (oh wait...my feet each have five toes.....) 'enough said!
So...do you "google"? What is the most bizarre thing you have "googled". Please share - we all want to see just how weird you really are!
Friday, September 16, 2005
today - isn't over yet...
where do I start to record the happenings of this day?
Buster and Lisa called last night to ask if I'd watch JC because Buster's Dad, Harry, was having surgery today. (on the outside) - Of course, I'd be happy to watch JC!....(on the inside I'm saying to myself) what?!?! are you insane?!?! Do you have any idea what your day is going to be like with two 3-year olds - who are both 'an only child' - not understanding what it means to share - or wait your turn - or speak to each other in quiet, civilized voices? And, remember what happened the last time you babysat for Jim and Amanda? Gavin was here all day and then came that moment when he said to me, "Deb, I have to go to the potty"! NOW what do I do? I have a daughter...I don't know how to take a little boy to the potty. Well - at that time, my nightmare came true as Gavin climbed onto the toilet and placed his little bottom on the seat and then said to me..."You have to hold my pee-pee down". WHAT?!?! I have to do WHAT?!?!! oh brother. Needless to say - I "helped" him go to the potty --and we still managed to get half my bathroom soaked. oh no. What had I just signed up for? Well --the day was quite uneventful with the exception of the two cups of rainbow goldfish crackers being poured into one of Olivia's toys, the chocolate milk being poured all over the floor because JC didn't like the "squishy" straw that was in the sippy cup, the water all over the bathroom because he wanted to stick his head under the sink faucet to get a drink, the cookie crumbs all over the couch, the melted freezepops all over his clothes, and the red mark on his head caused by Olivia whacking him with the stick end of her hobby horse because he took her ball! But wait, it gets worse... At one point, he looked at me and said, "I have to poopy." no. please. not that. I reluctantly took him into the bathroom, lowered his pants, helped him onto the potty - all the while holding the door shut with my foot because Olivia was outside the door insisting on coming in - even though I had explained to her countless times that boys and girls don't go to the potty at the same time. After he was situated, I said, "Okay - I'll be back in a minute..." As I'm leaving, I'm saying to myself, now what do I do? Buster and Lisa had telephoned 30 minutes earlier to say that they were on their way to pick him up...are they here yet? please, Lord, let them be here....nope - no one driving down the driveway. JC calls timidly from the bathroom, "I'm done." gulp. deep breath. Okay. Let's get this over with. No, Olivia, you can NOT come in the bathroom to wash your hands with your Scooby Doo soap and no, you can NOT come in to help me get JC off the potty --he's a big boy - he can get off of the potty all by himself. well - that much is true. But, can he wipe himself BEFORE he gets off the potty? Of course, not...he's three! At this point, I'm REALLY wishing that I was back to that place and time when Gavin just asked me to do something SIMPLE like "hold my pee-pee down." But - not so. I had to do it. I had to wipe. Fortunately - it wasn't nearly as difficult a job as I had expected - and I'm sure that JC has long forgotten the event. But suffice to say, it's one moment in time which I will remember the rest of my life!!!
Olivia isn't potty trained yet. With her - it's not a big deal. She's my daughter.
Now...here's the worst part of this whole day. Harry's surgery was cancelled because his ProTime wasn't in the right range. (if you understand what that means, you're obviously a Med. Tech. or nurse or something - if you don't understand - don't worry about it - it's not really important as far as this blog is concerned.)
They've rescheduled Harry's surgery for Monday. So...what did I go and do??!? I offered to babysit JC AGAIN ON MONDAY!!! ....please, Buster and Lisa if you care anything about me as a friend, you will only feed JC a LIQUID diet on Sunday!
....that all said...for those of you who believe in the power of prayer....and there is a LOT of power in prayer....please pray for Harry. There is a concern that he may be facing small-cell carcinoma of the lung. not good. Part of his surgery will include a biopsy. I'll keep you posted.
Until my next blog....I'm outta here. Thanks for reading.
Buster and Lisa called last night to ask if I'd watch JC because Buster's Dad, Harry, was having surgery today. (on the outside) - Of course, I'd be happy to watch JC!....(on the inside I'm saying to myself) what?!?! are you insane?!?! Do you have any idea what your day is going to be like with two 3-year olds - who are both 'an only child' - not understanding what it means to share - or wait your turn - or speak to each other in quiet, civilized voices? And, remember what happened the last time you babysat for Jim and Amanda? Gavin was here all day and then came that moment when he said to me, "Deb, I have to go to the potty"! NOW what do I do? I have a daughter...I don't know how to take a little boy to the potty. Well - at that time, my nightmare came true as Gavin climbed onto the toilet and placed his little bottom on the seat and then said to me..."You have to hold my pee-pee down". WHAT?!?! I have to do WHAT?!?!! oh brother. Needless to say - I "helped" him go to the potty --and we still managed to get half my bathroom soaked. oh no. What had I just signed up for? Well --the day was quite uneventful with the exception of the two cups of rainbow goldfish crackers being poured into one of Olivia's toys, the chocolate milk being poured all over the floor because JC didn't like the "squishy" straw that was in the sippy cup, the water all over the bathroom because he wanted to stick his head under the sink faucet to get a drink, the cookie crumbs all over the couch, the melted freezepops all over his clothes, and the red mark on his head caused by Olivia whacking him with the stick end of her hobby horse because he took her ball! But wait, it gets worse... At one point, he looked at me and said, "I have to poopy." no. please. not that. I reluctantly took him into the bathroom, lowered his pants, helped him onto the potty - all the while holding the door shut with my foot because Olivia was outside the door insisting on coming in - even though I had explained to her countless times that boys and girls don't go to the potty at the same time. After he was situated, I said, "Okay - I'll be back in a minute..." As I'm leaving, I'm saying to myself, now what do I do? Buster and Lisa had telephoned 30 minutes earlier to say that they were on their way to pick him up...are they here yet? please, Lord, let them be here....nope - no one driving down the driveway. JC calls timidly from the bathroom, "I'm done." gulp. deep breath. Okay. Let's get this over with. No, Olivia, you can NOT come in the bathroom to wash your hands with your Scooby Doo soap and no, you can NOT come in to help me get JC off the potty --he's a big boy - he can get off of the potty all by himself. well - that much is true. But, can he wipe himself BEFORE he gets off the potty? Of course, not...he's three! At this point, I'm REALLY wishing that I was back to that place and time when Gavin just asked me to do something SIMPLE like "hold my pee-pee down." But - not so. I had to do it. I had to wipe. Fortunately - it wasn't nearly as difficult a job as I had expected - and I'm sure that JC has long forgotten the event. But suffice to say, it's one moment in time which I will remember the rest of my life!!!
Olivia isn't potty trained yet. With her - it's not a big deal. She's my daughter.
Now...here's the worst part of this whole day. Harry's surgery was cancelled because his ProTime wasn't in the right range. (if you understand what that means, you're obviously a Med. Tech. or nurse or something - if you don't understand - don't worry about it - it's not really important as far as this blog is concerned.)
They've rescheduled Harry's surgery for Monday. So...what did I go and do??!? I offered to babysit JC AGAIN ON MONDAY!!! ....please, Buster and Lisa if you care anything about me as a friend, you will only feed JC a LIQUID diet on Sunday!
....that all said...for those of you who believe in the power of prayer....and there is a LOT of power in prayer....please pray for Harry. There is a concern that he may be facing small-cell carcinoma of the lung. not good. Part of his surgery will include a biopsy. I'll keep you posted.
Until my next blog....I'm outta here. Thanks for reading.
feeling the pressure....
Okay....I asked for it.
Finally - someone is reading my blog. (yahoo!) ---but now I have a WHOLE NEW dilemna --now I feel pressure to make sure that there's something in this blog worth reading! argh.
And, what I may feel is worthwhile reading - to someone else may be considered boring, rambling, drivel. double argh.
Okay - someone recently said that I radiate an upbeat, infectious personality. I replied that it was just a figleaf of her imagination. pressure. triple argh.
And....to top it all off --I have a splinter in my finger that is driving me absolutely batty ---but I don't DARE get out that needle to assist in the "de-splintering" process. (refer to previous post). quadruple argh.
okay...gotta go research some material.....
Finally - someone is reading my blog. (yahoo!) ---but now I have a WHOLE NEW dilemna --now I feel pressure to make sure that there's something in this blog worth reading! argh.
And, what I may feel is worthwhile reading - to someone else may be considered boring, rambling, drivel. double argh.
Okay - someone recently said that I radiate an upbeat, infectious personality. I replied that it was just a figleaf of her imagination. pressure. triple argh.
And....to top it all off --I have a splinter in my finger that is driving me absolutely batty ---but I don't DARE get out that needle to assist in the "de-splintering" process. (refer to previous post). quadruple argh.
okay...gotta go research some material.....
here's a thought...
Be who you are and say what you feel,
because those who mind don't matter
and those who matter don't mind.
- Dr. Seuss 1904-1991
because those who mind don't matter
and those who matter don't mind.
- Dr. Seuss 1904-1991
Thursday, September 15, 2005
a prize
that's it!
I'll offer a prize!
If you are the first person to comment in my blog (and relatives don't count --not that any of THEM read my blog either)...but if you're the first person to comment in my blog and you email me your address --I'll send you a prize.
There - NOW I'll get comments.
I'll offer a prize!
If you are the first person to comment in my blog (and relatives don't count --not that any of THEM read my blog either)...but if you're the first person to comment in my blog and you email me your address --I'll send you a prize.
There - NOW I'll get comments.
See....no one is paying any attention...
nobody is reading this.
who am I kidding?
I need a template with pizazz.
yeah, then all the readers will stop and read.
I wonder if my limited html will work here...
let's see....
I guess I have to publish it to test it out...
who am I kidding?
I need a template with pizazz.
yeah, then all the readers will stop and read.
I wonder if my limited html will work here...
let's see....
I guess I have to publish it to test it out...
if you read this...
if you read this....please leave a comment telling me where you live and how you happened to be reading my blog....that's all.
thanks. and happy happy,
Deb
thanks. and happy happy,
Deb
Friday, September 09, 2005
anyone? anyone? Buehler?....
So...does anyone read this blog? Am I the only one? It's actually very therapeutic to record your thoughts. You should try it. Of course, most would be hesitant to record the deepest thoughts of their heart because, after all, anyone can read what you've written. But then again --no one reads mine.... And..you COULD create an anonymous identity - then no one would know who was writing those deep thoughts...
Speaking of deep thoughts...who was it that had 'deep thoughts' on that show, Saturday Night Live?....those were funny.
Okay ---off to think.
Speaking of deep thoughts...who was it that had 'deep thoughts' on that show, Saturday Night Live?....those were funny.
Okay ---off to think.
The Restoration...
I just read a verse in Job---that the Lord restored everything (and more!) to Job when he PRAYED FOR HIS FRIENDS......not just your average, "God bless, so and so..." But - fervent supplication --intercession. Continually uplifting our friends to the Throne....God actually chooses to reward us and restore to us what has been lost when we are obedient to pray for others. What an awesome God we serve.
This day, may I be faithful to pray for those around me who are in need - not because I am trying to get a blessing --but because I see them through the eyes of Jesus --Lord, give me Your compassion....
This day, may I be faithful to pray for those around me who are in need - not because I am trying to get a blessing --but because I see them through the eyes of Jesus --Lord, give me Your compassion....
Thursday, September 01, 2005
A Mindset of Faith
something I read today from Give Me 40 Days by Freeda Bowers: (my paraphrased version):
Embrace a mindset of faith. Webster's Dictionary defines a mindset as a fixed mental attitude formed by experience or education. I fixed my mind, not on my faith, but on the God of my faith.
Faith will be the key to opening the door to your first 40 days with God, and faith is an essential and vital tool in successfully submitting 40 days to the Lord. What is faith? Faith is much more than what you believe about God. Faith is trusting Him fully. Faith is placing your confidence in His voice even when you don't know what to do or where to turn. Faith is standing firm on His Word in the midst of every difficulty.
A.W. Tozer said that even though the Bible is clear about the importance of faith, outside of a brief fourteen-word definition in Hebrews 11:1, nowhere does the Bible give us a definition of faith, but it does give us numerous examples of people exercising faith without question.
Many have received powerful personal revelations on faith. One of my favorites came from Oral Roberts who once said that faith is the power to believe what is right. I decided that I would rather exercise faith than know the definition of it, and I embraced the power to believe what was right. In doing that, I put on a mindset of faith. My entire being was focused on God. When you focus on God, you come to trust Him. When you trust Him, you unconditionally believe that He can do the impossible for you. Such faith builds hope and confidence, both in God and in what He will do in and through you.
Embrace a mindset of faith. Webster's Dictionary defines a mindset as a fixed mental attitude formed by experience or education. I fixed my mind, not on my faith, but on the God of my faith.
Faith will be the key to opening the door to your first 40 days with God, and faith is an essential and vital tool in successfully submitting 40 days to the Lord. What is faith? Faith is much more than what you believe about God. Faith is trusting Him fully. Faith is placing your confidence in His voice even when you don't know what to do or where to turn. Faith is standing firm on His Word in the midst of every difficulty.
A.W. Tozer said that even though the Bible is clear about the importance of faith, outside of a brief fourteen-word definition in Hebrews 11:1, nowhere does the Bible give us a definition of faith, but it does give us numerous examples of people exercising faith without question.
Many have received powerful personal revelations on faith. One of my favorites came from Oral Roberts who once said that faith is the power to believe what is right. I decided that I would rather exercise faith than know the definition of it, and I embraced the power to believe what was right. In doing that, I put on a mindset of faith. My entire being was focused on God. When you focus on God, you come to trust Him. When you trust Him, you unconditionally believe that He can do the impossible for you. Such faith builds hope and confidence, both in God and in what He will do in and through you.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
still praying
by the way...whether I'm psychotic or not...I'm still praying for Rebekah ---and I remind you all to pray as well. God is no respector of persons. He's going to listen to the prayers of a frantic, looney Mom in a panic over a lost sewing needle just as much as He'll listen to you. Trust me. He listens. I found my needle, didn't I?
PRAY FOR REBEKAH!!!
PRAY FOR REBEKAH!!!
sewing needle...yet another psychotic episode
You know....I really think that I am losing my mind...at the early age of 45....Just now, I was doing some mending...hand sewing a pair of my husband's boxer briefs. They're black - fruit of the loom - but that's not important. I dug through my sewing box and found just the right shade of green thread. (Why should I sew black fabric with black thread?...that would make sense....). Anyway...I got the thread and the needle and sat down on the couch to sew. After about 20 stitches, I held the boxer briefs up to allow the needle and thread to dangle so that the 'twist' would come out of the thread. oops. The needle fell off the thread and landed in my shirt. But I couldn't find it - anywhere....oh wait, there it is...as I reached for it, it slid futher down the fold in my T-shirt and then it disappeared. I could not find it ANYWHERE! I was in an absolute panic - fearing that Olivia was going to step on it in her bare feet --telling her to "stay put" and "do not get off of your Elmo couch until I find this needle!" I looked for ten minutes --couldn't find it ---by this time I had broken out into a cold sweat (see....I told you I'm losing my mind...all over a stupid needle...). I went to retrieve a powerful magnet---thinking I'd run the magnet across the floor and the couch and my clothes....where is the needle?...still nothing. I went and got the sweeper and swept every inch of a four foot radius from the scene of the crime...and I prayed...and cried. (I TOLD you I'm losing my mind). WHERE IS THE NEEDLE?!?!? After I swept, I opened up the sweeper compartment---there, under the peanuts and popcorn and WalMart smiley sticker which I swept out from under the couch cushions...was the stupid needle. Finally. I could relax. Meanwhile...Olivia is walking around the house asking if I am all done crying. I'm telling you ---I'm losing my mind. Nobody believes me. Someday, you'll be visiting me in the psych. ward and I'll say, "I told you so."
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Rebekah
I am fairly new to this whole "blogging" thing....but not at all new to the situation involving a very precious little girl living in Banks, Oregon - named Rebekah. If I knew how, I'd create a link to her page...but since I'm not quite sure how to do that, I can direct you to this website: http://attorneyadams.com Once there, click on the link "Personal page" ...then click on "Rebekah's Blog". There you will be able to read Rebekah's story. I ask that you pray for this little one - who is so brave and so strong. She suffers from cancer - specifically, Ewing's Sarcoma. What she has endured thus far has been horrendous ---but she and her family continue to trust in God. They know that He will be faithful to carry her through this ordeal. They know that He could, in an instant, make her completely whole again...they know that He is in control of this situation...they know that He will work everything out for their good and His glory. They trust Him. They know that He is able to do exceedingly, abundantly above all that they can ask or think....they continue to trust...they continue to believe...they continue to derive strength from Him. May we all be reminded as we follow Rebekah's story ---to trust the Lord. For HE ALONE is worthy of our COMPLETE devotion. ....dear reader...take a moment to read Rebekah's story and say a prayer for her....and think about your relationship with the Lord...do YOU trust Him in ALL areas of your life?...if not, why not? It's not an accident that you're reading this.....It's a divine appointment....Give God a chance. You will no regret it!
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Still Summer
I read this today --thought it was good --thought I'd share:
From Guideposts Magazine August 2005 by Edward Grinnan - Editor-in-Chief:
Still Summer
Here we are in the hot heart of summer. I love thinking about our country in August--thinking about all those family reunions from Juncan to Jupiter Island, folks seeing one another for the first time in ages, maybe for the first time ever and maybe even for the last. I love thinking about those checkered picnic cloths spread across freshly mown grass,, baskets of secret-recipe fried chicken and tubs of Wilma's potato salad or Uncle Louie's ziti anchoring them against the stubborn breeze. And how many sand castles and mud forts will rise up only to be swept away by the heartless tide? Or a big wet dog shaking off a gallon of muddy lake water all over some heliotropic sunbather (who probably needed to cool off). Miniature golf, roadside tacos, soft serve ice cream and freezing cold movie theaters that reek of popcorn when the weather keeps you indoors and you've played all the board games in the closet. Or a baseball arcing through the sky like a satellite while an 11-year-old who's too small for his uniform circles uncertainly beneath it. Dear Lord, please let him catch it! And he does. Barely. While you clap so hard your hands sting.
The sun goes down late...though a little earlier each night, you notice. And there's just the barest chill in the air later when you blow out the citronella candles and bring the lawn chairs in. Always each season contains the suggestion of the next. And maybe you lie in bed and listen to the crickets or the rumbling of distant thunder (or was that just my stomach?) and think about how good it is--how holy, almost--just to be still.
From Guideposts Magazine August 2005 by Edward Grinnan - Editor-in-Chief:
Still Summer
Here we are in the hot heart of summer. I love thinking about our country in August--thinking about all those family reunions from Juncan to Jupiter Island, folks seeing one another for the first time in ages, maybe for the first time ever and maybe even for the last. I love thinking about those checkered picnic cloths spread across freshly mown grass,, baskets of secret-recipe fried chicken and tubs of Wilma's potato salad or Uncle Louie's ziti anchoring them against the stubborn breeze. And how many sand castles and mud forts will rise up only to be swept away by the heartless tide? Or a big wet dog shaking off a gallon of muddy lake water all over some heliotropic sunbather (who probably needed to cool off). Miniature golf, roadside tacos, soft serve ice cream and freezing cold movie theaters that reek of popcorn when the weather keeps you indoors and you've played all the board games in the closet. Or a baseball arcing through the sky like a satellite while an 11-year-old who's too small for his uniform circles uncertainly beneath it. Dear Lord, please let him catch it! And he does. Barely. While you clap so hard your hands sting.
The sun goes down late...though a little earlier each night, you notice. And there's just the barest chill in the air later when you blow out the citronella candles and bring the lawn chairs in. Always each season contains the suggestion of the next. And maybe you lie in bed and listen to the crickets or the rumbling of distant thunder (or was that just my stomach?) and think about how good it is--how holy, almost--just to be still.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
I'm tired and I'm writing in this stupid blog - again.
It's late. I'm tired.
It's hot.
It's done storming. Finally.
I'm tired.
Why am I writing?
Even more curious --why are you reading?
goodnight.
It's hot.
It's done storming. Finally.
I'm tired.
Why am I writing?
Even more curious --why are you reading?
goodnight.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
more useless information
it's 12:30am. i'm tired. i should be in bed. but I'm not.
just ate some popcorn - with butter. not on my "low cholesterol" list of acceptable foods.
watching a recorded episode of Candid Camera. laughing.
getting more tired.
Just thought of those figure skaters...torvil and dean. whatever happened to them?
where they figure skaters?...or something else.
who was the one with the broken lace on the skate? some blonde chick.
how many years ago was that?
went caching today - FTF on TWO caches! Whoohoo! That NEVER happens!
Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country. ---not sure I agree ---I just like to type that sentence.
See Spot run. Spot runs fast. Run, Spot, Run!
ya snooze, ya lose.
oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clemmons. You owe me five farthings say the bells of St. Martin. when will you pay me say the bells of Old Bailey. When I get rich, say the bells of (I forget....Fort Pitch??) I should look up that song on the internet. It's old. I sang it in music class in third grade. that' a Looooonnnngg time ago.
okay - goodnight.
just ate some popcorn - with butter. not on my "low cholesterol" list of acceptable foods.
watching a recorded episode of Candid Camera. laughing.
getting more tired.
Just thought of those figure skaters...torvil and dean. whatever happened to them?
where they figure skaters?...or something else.
who was the one with the broken lace on the skate? some blonde chick.
how many years ago was that?
went caching today - FTF on TWO caches! Whoohoo! That NEVER happens!
Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country. ---not sure I agree ---I just like to type that sentence.
See Spot run. Spot runs fast. Run, Spot, Run!
ya snooze, ya lose.
oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clemmons. You owe me five farthings say the bells of St. Martin. when will you pay me say the bells of Old Bailey. When I get rich, say the bells of (I forget....Fort Pitch??) I should look up that song on the internet. It's old. I sang it in music class in third grade. that' a Looooonnnngg time ago.
okay - goodnight.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Random Thoughts on Life and Caching
Random Thoughts on Life and Caching.....
Random Thought #1: Blue Text
RED RED RED RED RED RED.....I know HTML....why am I messing with this text and color selection on this blog page....
Random Thought #1: Blue Text
RED RED RED RED RED RED.....I know HTML....why am I messing with this text and color selection on this blog page....
Let's make this interesting for others to read....because, after all, we want them to come back for more!.....................
Purple - now THAT's a color.
I've never seen a purple cache container....
Most are ammo boxes ---green
or clear plastic containers --you know...like the empty UTZ Pretzel jars.
And then of course, there's the infamous Dollar Store container. Those usually have white lids --but I've seen Blue too. Wait, that was Orange.
Hey! Did you ever see one of those things where there's a whole bunch of words written in different colors --but the words are the names of colors and they don't actually match the actual color of the color?? It's very difficult to say the actual color of the color when the written name is "Green" but the text color is Purple:
Try it: Say the COLOR --not the WORD:
Blue
Green
Yellow
Orange
Green
Purple
Red
Yellow
Orange
Purple
Black
Green
Blue
Yellow
Orange
Red
Orange
Green
Purple
It's more difficult than it looks, huh?
Okay ---More random thoughts later.....
here's one for the road:
Wooden doors are much nicer (in my opinion) than steel doors.
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