<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453</id><updated>2011-10-31T00:57:07.995-07:00</updated><category term='babble'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='expecting'/><category term='fundraiser'/><category term='one way'/><category term='encouraged'/><category term='light'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='women&apos;s ministries'/><category term='sing'/><category term='new'/><category term='graduate'/><category term='word'/><category term='pray'/><category term='Beth Moore'/><category term='easter'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='war'/><category term='Lord'/><category term='Insurance'/><category 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term='fear'/><category term='overwhelmed'/><category term='fat'/><category term='david'/><title type='text'>RED:Reach, Encourage and Disciple</title><subtitle type='html'>Women's Ministries of Calvary Worship Center</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03107736007142181598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/TUxt7tkznlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/I1XfZfvJ0G8/s220/11cl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-4015272175087758795</id><published>2011-01-29T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T16:49:37.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God Answered With His Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/TUS1lIhcfBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SrUd-qmUoBk/s1600/Christlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/TUS1lIhcfBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SrUd-qmUoBk/s320/Christlove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567774688884325394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son... that whoever believes in Him will not perish but have life everlasting.  John 3:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;January began with a punch in the gut this year.  No other words could describe the way Dan and I felt when we received some news from someone very near and dear to us.  We quickly reached out to our prayer partners and asked them to lift us up in prayer.  We didn’t know what roads may lay ahead but we knew we needed peace in just walking.  The wonderful thing about our prayer partners is, they didn’t ask questions, they just began to pray and encourage us.  Not one of them needed details, they just knew we needed their prayers.  We specifically asked for peace, wisdom, strength, truth, love, compassion, protection, and restoration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Dan and I did very little for 3 straight days other than pray, and search scripture.  Our prayers were angry, sorrowful, hurt, and at times silent.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;On the third day, I began to question God how this person could make a choice like this that would affect their entire life.  How could they go down the road of sorrow that was inevitable.  My physical body was wiped out and I couldn’t even cry anymore.  As I sat silent, I began to think of God giving Jesus over to a life of pain, suffering and ultimately a horrible death.  I couldn’t understand how a loving father could do that.  How could he &lt;i&gt;choose&lt;/i&gt; to allow his son to walk that path?  I got up from my knees and finished my day and continued to ask God, how?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;The next morning I awoke to this text message from my dear sister, Tina.  She had no idea of the questions I had been asking the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Karen, The Holy Spirit has been ministering to me all night (I love how He does that) through dreams, thoughts, words from our Pastors sermon tonight, etc.... but He just woke me up with a vision so vivid that I don’t even know that I can share it, but I want to try.  The scripture He brought to mind are Ephesians 3:18-19 and Romans 5:8; but, the vision is of Christ hanging on the cross, sword piercing His side and blood flowing so profoundly that it’s covering brings to mind the phrase “a multitude of sins”.  The word, the feeling, I really don’t know what you call it, is that God’s love is so great He has covered “this person”, the sin, the entire situation with His Son’s blood.  We can’t even comprehend the magnitude of that love.  I don’t feel that I am articulating this very well, but Karen, know this, the feeling I’m feeling is so overwhelming in that Christ has this covered with His own blood because of the greatness of His Father’s Love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;After reading that text, all I could do was sit in awe.  God answered my question, “How could he choose to allow his son to walk the path of suffering”.  He chose it because his love for “this person” is so great.  His love for all of was so great that he would allow his son to die for us.  For the first time, I realized that Jesus suffered,  and so did our Father God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;We are still in the middle of this battle, but really knowing the magnitude of God’s love has given me a new resolve.  I am resolved that God is fighting this battle for us and that I need to just trust Him to take care of it.  At times I will take deep breaths and almost take on the worry, but then God gently reminds me that He has this covered.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Thank you God for your love!  The magnitude of it is far greater than I can even imagine.  What peace I have knowing that your love covers all my sins, all my failures, and all my worries.  Let those around me feel your love.  Open their eyes and their hearts so that they too may enjoy your never-ending, faithful love.  Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-4015272175087758795?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4015272175087758795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-answered-with-his-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/4015272175087758795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/4015272175087758795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-answered-with-his-love.html' title='God Answered With His Love....'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/TUS1lIhcfBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SrUd-qmUoBk/s72-c/Christlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-8317414649469381750</id><published>2010-09-14T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:22:24.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><title type='text'>Find JOY In It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style=" font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px ;color:#000000;"&gt;I awoke this morning singing, “Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord, as we wait upon the Lord”.  I wasn’t sure why, as I think I was just as tired when I woke as I was when I went to sleep.  Reached over grabbed my phone for my daily bible reading and the scripture that jumped out to me was, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world.” Yes, I shook my head, lately I have seen trials and sorrows and was glad for the reminder that Jesus has overcome, so can I with His help.  I moved into the kitchen for a quick bite to eat, and what do I find in Twitter?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style=" font: 13.0px Lucida Grande; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/TI_gVPhe2CI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mHkpYyghCBE/s1600/ConsiderJoy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="56" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/TI_gVPhe2CI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mHkpYyghCBE/s320/ConsiderJoy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;What?  Not only am I told this morning that my strength will rise when I wait, I’m told I will have trials and sorrow and I must find JOY IN IT?  So am I suppose to jump up an down and shout that I have trouble and trials?  I think instead I will just sing, “Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord, as we wait upon the Lord”.  Some days, minutes or hours I may sing it louder to remind myself.  So, I searched through the scriptures for Joy today and found this blessing that I am praying over me and each of you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-8317414649469381750?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8317414649469381750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2010/09/find-joy-in-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/8317414649469381750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/8317414649469381750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2010/09/find-joy-in-it.html' title='Find JOY In It!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/TI_gVPhe2CI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mHkpYyghCBE/s72-c/ConsiderJoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-6533226100893739921</id><published>2010-09-13T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T15:29:18.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Future King Gone Wild!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/TI6loZrDEBI/AAAAAAAAALk/EdBf9V9V7zU/s1600/wildman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/TI6loZrDEBI/AAAAAAAAALk/EdBf9V9V7zU/s320/wildman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516528707080228882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;About a week ago I was sitting on the bed reading my bible, when I suddenly began to laugh out loud at the story I was reading.  My daily reading plan has me reading about David, and I am often tickled at David’s stories but this one really made me laugh out loud.  I have to share.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;1Samuel 21:10-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So David escaped from Saul and went to King Achish of Gath. But the officers of Achish were unhappy about his being there. “Isn’t this David, the king of the land?” they asked. “Isn’t he the one the people honor with dances, singing,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   ‘Saul has killed his thousands,&lt;br /&gt;   and David his ten thousands’?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;David heard these comments and was very afraid of what King Achish of Gath might do to him. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So he pretended to be insane, scratching on doors and drooling down his beard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finally, King Achish said to his men, “Must you bring me a madman?  We already have enough of them around here! Why should I let someone like this be my guest?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Can you picture the drool running down his beard and him scratching at the doors?  It struck me that here was a guy, an anointed a king none the less, who because of his fear he resorts to acting like a madman.   I can just imagine what our media today would do with this story, “Future King Gone Wild” or “Madman or King?”.  I got very tickled.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Why was this &lt;i&gt;Anointed &lt;/i&gt;King so afraid of the words being spoken about him?  Wasn’t he told he would be the King of Israel?  Where was his faith?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;God then began to speak to my heart.  We do this so often.  God tells us to not fear.  He tells us He will take care of us.  When we accepted Christ into our lives as our Savior, we were anointed as Heirs with Christ.  Yet, when we hear people talk about us, or we get overlooked for that job we wanted, or that relationship didn’t work out like we wanted, we begin to act like madmen(women).  We run and hide, we cry our eyes out, slobber runs down our faces and we act like wild people scratching on anything in our way.  David did it as a distraction because of his fear of death and lack of faith.  Why do we?  Is it simply our lack of faith?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Ouch!  Needless to say I quit laughing and began praying.  I prayed that I would not act like a madwoman when I don’t get my way or when I become fearful.  I prayed that my faith would grow strong and that I would trust God with the big and little details of my life.  I prayed over you too Sisters.  May you have supernatural faith that takes the “madwoman” out of you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Be blessed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-6533226100893739921?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6533226100893739921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2010/09/future-king-gone-wild.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/6533226100893739921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/6533226100893739921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2010/09/future-king-gone-wild.html' title='Future King Gone Wild!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/TI6loZrDEBI/AAAAAAAAALk/EdBf9V9V7zU/s72-c/wildman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-6805939778585760</id><published>2010-04-17T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:21:01.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craig groeschel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>Believing in God But... Not Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/S8oKEp7MBLI/AAAAAAAAALU/93NrUT66UIk/s1600/IMG_0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/S8oKEp7MBLI/AAAAAAAAALU/93NrUT66UIk/s320/IMG_0916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461188573230007474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday morning and I awoke as my husband was leaving to go work at the church.  They are working on the landscaping in the back.  I reached over and grabbed my iPhone so I could read a few chapters of the new book I'm reading (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/031032789X/ref=s9_simh_gw_p14_i1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0FXGHN2Q9NCMD7FZFAYR&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;The Christian Atheist by Craig Groeschel&lt;/a&gt;).  The titles of the chapters all begin like this: When You Believe in God but.... But, the 3 little letters that completely discount each statement before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was humored by a story that Craig told in Chapter 4:  &lt;i&gt;When You Believe In God but Not in Prayer&lt;/i&gt;.  In this story a pastor asked his church to begin praying that God would shut down the neighborhood bar.   They gathered for a prayer meeting and pleaded with God to close the bar.  A few weeks later the bar was struck by lightening and it burned to the ground.  The bar owner then sued the church.  In court the bar owner argued that God struck his bar with lightning because of the church members' prayers.  The pastor began to argue that yes, his church did pray but they didn't really expect anything to happen.  The judge of course was perplexed, he stated: "I can't believe what I'm hearing.  Right in front of me is a bar owner who believes in the power of prayer and a pastor who doesn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story hit me right in the heart.  How many times have I prayed and not expected God to answer?  How often have I said I believe You God, but...?  How often have I said I would pray over something and then didn't because I really didn't think God would care?  How often have I said with my actions, "I believe in God but not in Prayer"?  Question after question kept running in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I believe, don't I?  YES!!! I do believe that God can and does answer prayer.  I've seen many prayers answered.  &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Thessalonians%205:17-18&amp;amp;version=NLT"&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:17-18&lt;/a&gt; instructs us to &lt;i&gt;Never stop praying, Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.  &lt;/i&gt;If you are a Born Again Christian, it doesn't matter what you are praying for, God hears your prayers and is ready to answer.  Are you really believing he will answer?  Are you not praying because your afraid He won't answer and /or you will be disappointed with the answer?  Can you trust Him to answer according to His will?  What would happen if we &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;believed in the Power of Prayer?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help us in our unbelief.  We say we believe in you, yet our actions speak otherwise.  Let us walk in your will continually seeking your guidance.  Develop in us a heart to communicate with you.  No matter how big or small, remind us that you want us to talk to you.  Whether we talk to you in spoken word, written word, song or dance remind us that you hear us and that you love us.  Put a burning desire in our hearts to come to you with our arms open, ready to give ourselves to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-6805939778585760?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6805939778585760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/believing-in-god-but-not-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/6805939778585760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/6805939778585760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/believing-in-god-but-not-prayer.html' title='Believing in God But... Not Prayer'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/S8oKEp7MBLI/AAAAAAAAALU/93NrUT66UIk/s72-c/IMG_0916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Visalia, CA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.3302284 -119.2920585</georss:point><georss:box>36.191935900000004 -119.52551799999999 36.4685209 -119.058599</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-3082423631392043564</id><published>2010-03-13T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:28:49.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s ministries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luncheon'/><title type='text'>Got Your Back Girlz... Luncheon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/S5yCFxGXYUI/AAAAAAAAALM/A9j0O6lUegs/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/S5yCFxGXYUI/AAAAAAAAALM/A9j0O6lUegs/s320/DSC00902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448372684802449730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I believe our luncheon was a success today.  Many came dressed in their Zebra print.  I love the participation.  Take a look at the picture &lt;a href="http://animoto.com/play/qSlIuwpe9pnxKmjRBvoZGA"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-3082423631392043564?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3082423631392043564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/got-your-back-girlz-luncheon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/3082423631392043564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/3082423631392043564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/got-your-back-girlz-luncheon.html' title='Got Your Back Girlz... Luncheon'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/S5yCFxGXYUI/AAAAAAAAALM/A9j0O6lUegs/s72-c/DSC00902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-7223735374945251145</id><published>2010-01-16T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:56:01.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s ministries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one in a million'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Priscilla Shirer'/><title type='text'>One In A Million</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;Hi Ladies! Please join us for One in a Million, a Bible study that will challenge you to conquer your wilderness living and teach you what it means to live free in Jesus Christ. This new 7-week study from Priscilla Shirer is a one-in-a-million opportunity to fully engage in the abundant inheritance God has waiting for those who are willing to follow Him into the promised land. Be prepared to dig into God's Word and gain prayer support from the women who will be walking beside you in this journey. We hope you have a great time of Bible study and fellowship in the weeks to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;You can sign up in the church lobby or drop us an email at CWCWomensMinistry@gmail.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Where: Calvary Worship Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;When: Begins Monday, February 15 through Monday, March 29 at 7:00 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Cost: $20 for materials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SxcVG1nHeSI/AAAAAAAAALA/DcsN17M_ewI/s320/ts-neon-bible.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410816684523485474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This past Sunday a visiting minister greeted our congregation and proceeded to talk about the healing of the blind man in chapter 9 of John.  As I read the text that morning, I became stuck on verses 2 and 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Rabbi," his disciples asked him, "why was this man born blind?  Was it because of his own sins or his parents' sins?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wordsofchrist" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"It was not because of his sins or his parents' sins,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Jesus answered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wordsofchrist" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"This happened so the power of God could be seen in him."  I have read these words over and over the last few days and just wanted to jump and shout each time.  I'm struggling holding back my emotions even as I write this now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Monday morning I was greeted early at work by Lind, a beautiful lady friend of mine that speaks faithfully into my life.  She had a huge smile on her face and said, "How great is our God?" to which I replied, "pretty great."  She continued to smile as she described a call she received over the weekend.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lisa (a dear friend of Linds and a former teacher of one of my boys), her husband and children are missionaries to Thailand.  Well, last August Lisa and her children were in a serious car accident that left Lisa with a critical brain injury.  The doctors told them that 90% of patients with this type of injury usually die shortly after the accident and the other 10% that live do so in a vegetative state.  The family was really not given any hope and Lisa was in a coma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lind set up weekly prayer meetings specifically to pray for Lisa, and refused to believe that Lisa would be the 90% or the 10%.  After a couple of months Lisa opened her eyes but she was still lost in her own world.  Lind and her prayer group continued to pray for little miracles along the way.  Many friends and family members stalked the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/lisacaynor"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; for updates.   The call Lind received last Saturday was from Lisa herself.  Not only had she awaken completely from her coma of 3 months, but she was talking with a strong voice and giving Lind words of instruction from the Lord.  Lind was still celebrating that call on Monday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The doctors gave no hope, but I believe this happened so that God's power can be seen in Lisa. Just think, she is in Thailand, a country that is primarily a Buddhist nation and only 2% of the population are believed to be Christian.  How many lives will see God's power in Lisa?  I think the number to be unmeasurable.  The doctors are calling Lisa "A Miracle Girl".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"This happened so the power of God could be seen in him"?  Do you really get it?  The blind man in John 9 was blind so God's power could be seen in him.  The trials you and I go through are so God's power can be seen in us.  The illnesses we suffer and so God's power can be seen in us.  For too long we have sat back and accepted the trials, illnesses and adversities as a part of the suffering we must endure.  God wants to show His POWER in US!!!  We need to pray that God's power will be shown in all our circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I asked Lind how she was able to keep praying so faithfully when the doctors gave no hope.  She simply replied, "I refused to listen to any negative talk nor was I willing to accept anything less than what God's word told me.  I knew I needed to pray for that miracle recovery until God answered or said otherwise".  Wow!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What have you given up on because you didn't get your answer right away, or you thought there was no hope of a miracle?  Let's take God at His word and believe it to be true.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;God, let us see your power in our circumstances.  Reign down on us.  Your word says that you forgive our sins and heal us of our diseases.  You heal the brokenhearted and bandage our wounds.  Lord help our unbelief and show us your mighty power.  In Jesus' name we pray.  Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-12724340072304854?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/12724340072304854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-past-sunday-visiting-minister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/12724340072304854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/12724340072304854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-past-sunday-visiting-minister.html' title='That His Power May Be Seen'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SxcVG1nHeSI/AAAAAAAAALA/DcsN17M_ewI/s72-c/ts-neon-bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-8140010315099763697</id><published>2009-10-11T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:45:44.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>When Will I Be Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/StLQk2ZyJlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tSTY-u5x1BA/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/StLQk2ZyJlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tSTY-u5x1BA/s320/chocolate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391601035413431890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;As I was getting ready for church this morning, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.  I was less than impressed and began to lecture myself for the recent weight gain I experienced.  Many of you know that over the last year I have worked hard to lose weight, so just imagine my frustration to find that I’ve picked back up a few of those pounds over the last couple of months.  My self lecture continued for a few minutes when I was reminded of two things I have said over the last couple of weeks: “Every girl needs ice cream when she is sad”, and “Chocolate!  I’m feeling a bit stressed and need some chocolate”.  I was stunned when I remembered those words, especially when the Spirit whispered to my heart, “When will I be enough?”  While the reasoning behind these statements and the emotions true, the statements themselves showed me that that food had become my God.  I’ve allowed my worries, my anxieties, and every other emotion to be shared with and comforted by chocolate, ice cream, rich foods, and sugar instead of my loving God.  The food lasts for a moment and tastes good on my lips, but God is my portion forever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica;  min-height: 14.0pxcolor:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%2573:25-26&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Psalm 73:25-26&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; Whom have I in heaven but you?  And earth has nothing I desire besides you.  My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Lord, forgive me for not giving you all of me... my worries, anxieties, fear, joy, happiness, all the emotions that sometimes cause me to seek other means of comfort.  My desire is for YOU!  The love I have for the rich things that are not good for me has hurt me in the past and began to destroy my health.  I give that all to You!  Help me to restrain myself.  Help me to not eat out of emotional whims or mindless comfort.  Let me be a woman seeking you first in all things.  Let my desire only be for You.  You are my strength and my portion Forever!!! Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-8140010315099763697?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8140010315099763697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-will-i-be-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/8140010315099763697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/8140010315099763697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-will-i-be-enough.html' title='When Will I Be Enough?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/StLQk2ZyJlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tSTY-u5x1BA/s72-c/chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-2985201559556474556</id><published>2009-05-07T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:02:29.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make It Known</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is very busy, but God is so faithful!  It is easy to feel overwhelmed and anxious when life is so busy and there is so much to do!  God gave me this word this week and I wanted to share it with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God."  Philippians 4:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a moment to breathe a prayer and God hears each and every one of them.  I encourage you to post this scripture somewhere that you will see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with this old hymn and remind you to take it, whatever it is, to the Lord in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear!&lt;br /&gt;What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,&lt;br /&gt;All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;We should never be discouraged; take it to the Lord in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Can we find a friend so faithful who will all our sorrows share?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knows our every weakness; take it to the Lord in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care?&lt;br /&gt;Precious Savior, still our refuge, take it to the Lord in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Do your friends despise, forsake you? Take it to the Lord in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;In His arms He’ll take and shield you; you will find a solace there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised Thou wilt all our burdens bear&lt;br /&gt;May we ever, Lord, be bringing all to Thee in earnest prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Soon in glory bright unclouded there will be no need for prayer&lt;br /&gt;Rapture, praise and endless worship will be our sweet portion there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-2985201559556474556?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2985201559556474556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/make-it-known.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/2985201559556474556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/2985201559556474556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/make-it-known.html' title='Make It Known'/><author><name>Carissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03107736007142181598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/TUxt7tkznlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/I1XfZfvJ0G8/s220/11cl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-3323816756591806433</id><published>2009-04-24T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:06:33.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Faith, Big Building</title><content type='html'>***My husband wrote this article on faith.  I thought it was appropriate to share it on our blog.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.  If faith can move a mountain, it can certainly build a sanctuary.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of faith do we have? A casual one: if it works out then it is great, if not, then it wasn’t that big of a deal. Working faith: we have faith it will happen, but we are going to start working on it ourselves just in case God doesn’t do it. If we believe that God will provide the means necessary, which is more a display of faith; working to provide those means ourselves, or working to use those means the best possible way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of Matthew 15:32-38. Jesus tells his disciples that He is going to feed the multitude. They immediately asked where they could possibly find that much bread in the wilderness. Automatically, they thought that they had to help Jesus do something He said He was going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is us so many times. We immediately say, “How am I going to get this done” after God has said he will take care of us. “Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? Or, What shall we drink? Or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed? (For after all these things the Gentiles seek) for your heavenly Father knoweth that you have need of all these things. (Matthew 6:29-32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our faith is small many times because we do not want to take the chance that God will not come through. We want a backup plan. We have that doubt that it might not work out, so we try to help get it done. This is contrary to having faith. True faith lets us begin the second phase. We can start acting on the result, knowing it is on the way. Remember the ten lepers that asked Jesus for mercy in Luke 17:12-19. As soon as Jesus told them to go show themselves to the priest they took off. They didn’t wait to see the healing, they believed it was going to happen. The Bible says, “as they went, they were cleansed.” This is a remarkable example of expecting with faith. They sincerely embraced that “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” (Hebrews 11:1) They acted on the result before they witnessed it. Can we step out with this kind of faith? Can we truly begin as Peter did; stepping out of that boat onto water knowing that it just doesn’t make any sense? Can we stop ourselves from trying to complete what we have entrusted to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No opinion on faith can be complete without using the scripture about how little faith you need. “If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible to you. Howbeit this kind goeth not out but by prayer and fasting.” (Matthew 17:19-21) This seems to make it pretty easy to use faith until you read the end part. Fasting!! That is pretty difficult to do. I need those calories every day. But it is very clear to attain the faith needed to move mountains we must sacrifice ourselves in prayer and fasting. Have we done this lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approach the end of our building project we have given time and money until it seems we do not have anymore. Our financial situation is now near desperate and we are not sure how it is going to get done. Now is the time we can say, “God, I can’t do anything else. It is up to You.” We cannot have the casual faith, because this has to be done. We cannot have the working faith, because we are unable to complete it ourselves. We have to have faith the size of a mustard seed! Have we prayed, fasted, and had faith that God will supply the money and resources for our new building? If so, we have to prepare for the people who will show up at our door. If haven’t, then we need to take care of that, so we can prepare to use His blessings accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By James Wiley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-3323816756591806433?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3323816756591806433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-faith-big-building.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/3323816756591806433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/3323816756591806433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-faith-big-building.html' title='Little Faith, Big Building'/><author><name>Carissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03107736007142181598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/TUxt7tkznlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/I1XfZfvJ0G8/s220/11cl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-7782429246805555581</id><published>2009-04-16T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:45:56.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross The Jordan!</title><content type='html'>There’s an old saying, “The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence,” but for two and a half tribes of Israel, the grass wasn’t greener on the other side of the fence.  They were content to stay just where they were at.  I have to wonder, were they really happy there?  What did they miss out on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The story that I am referring to is in Numbers chapter 32.  Here were the Israelites, who had wandered in the desert for 40 years.  They were preparing to enter into the land that God had promised them.  Remember, the land was promised to Abraham way back in Genesis chapter 12.  This promise was a long time coming.  The Israelites had come a long way through slavery, oppression and forty years in the wilderness to this point in history.  They knew the inheritance that lay just beyond the Jordan River.  They knew that all they needed to do was go, in the power of God and possess the land. &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            We find in Numbers chapter 32 that two and a half of the tribes of Israel (Reuben, Gad and part of Manasseh) wanted to stay on the East side of the Jordan River.  They wanted to settle right where they were at, instead of going into the Promised Land with the rest of Israel.  The reason that they gave for this was that they were herdsmen by trade and that they land that they were currently residing in was good for the herds (32:4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            There is quite a bit of dialogue after the fourth verse, but the part I want to get to is in verse 33.  These tribes went with the rest of Israel into the Promised Land and defeated the enemy.  Yet, they chose to return to the land on the East of the Jordan and this land became their inheritance.  They gave up their stake in the land that God had promised them for a land that was good in their own eyes.  They were walking by sight, not by faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The Bible doesn’t give a whole lot of detail on this story, but from what I can tell, those who stayed behind were willing to settle for what seemed good to them.  We know that the land that God had promised was a good land, a land flowing with milk and honey (Numbers 13:27), yet they chose to stay where they were.  No doubt the land they chose to stay in was good land.  They were permitted to do this, but it wasn’t the perfect plan that God had chose for them from the beginning.  Don’t you wonder what they missed out on?  Doesn’t it make you wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            So where’s the life application part for us?  How is this little chapter in Israel’s history going to teach us anything?  I think often times as Christians we settle.  We have a good life.  We have a good relationship with our Savior.  We look around and we see good surrounding us and we are content to stay exactly where we are at.  It’s the enemy of complacency.  We have a good life, so we see no need to press on to the Promised Land and find the treasures and blessings that lay beyond the Jordan River.  Do you ever wonder what you are missing out on by staying right where you are at?  When we ever realize that good in our eyes is not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Going beyond the Jordan for these tribes would have required a lot of work.  They would have had to move their herds and their families across the Jordan.  They had come this far, and were willing to settle in the land of Jazer and the land of Gilead, instead of the land of Canaan.  I have no doubt that the land there was good, but I know that because it wasn’t the land that God had chosen for them, it wasn’t as good as it was supposed to be.  There’s nothing more completely satisfying than being in the perfect will of God.  God in His sovereignty knows what’s best for you and your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Are you standing at the edge of the Jordan right now?  Are you happy where you are at?  Are you wondering what may lay beyond the Jordan?  Maybe there is something in your life that you have refused to give up to this point.  Maybe your prayer life is not what it should be.  Maybe you aren’t devoting yourself completely to the work that God has called you to do.  Are you content with what you know about God’s word?  Are you content with your relationship with Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Make the commitment with me today to go beyond your current status and press on to a deeper and more meaningful relationship with your Savior.  Pray that you will desire to press on beyond where you are at.  Pray that you won’t be content, but that you will long to move forward in God’s perfect will for your life.  It’s not going to be easy.  I am not going to sugar coat it.  It will take work.  It will take determination.  But just as God promised He would go with Israel into the battle, He will go with you (Deuteronomy 31:6).  Cross the Jordan and enjoy the blessings that come to those who will chase God with their whole heart.  It will be worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I worship you my Heavenly Father.  You are so good to me.  I have such a good life.  Your blessings abound in my life.  But Lord, I don’t want to just stay where I am at.  I don’t want to miss out on the blessings that you have for me if I will press on in Your ways and in Your work.  I know you God, but I want to know You more.  I love You God, but I want to love You more.  Go with me God.  Guide me in Your perfect will.  Help me to press on and remind me that there is something better on the other side.  I thank You Lord that You have chosen little ol’ me.  Lord, use me for Your glory.  In Jesus’ name I pray.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you.  He will not leave you nor forsake you.” &lt;br /&gt;--Deuteronomy 31:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-7782429246805555581?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7782429246805555581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/cross-jordan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/7782429246805555581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/7782429246805555581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/cross-jordan.html' title='Cross The Jordan!'/><author><name>Carissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03107736007142181598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/TUxt7tkznlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/I1XfZfvJ0G8/s220/11cl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-5724371592432819005</id><published>2009-03-27T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:14:04.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reserved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/ScyirYvW0WI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oF9sibq85QI/s1600-h/ReservedParkingSpot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/ScyirYvW0WI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oF9sibq85QI/s320/ReservedParkingSpot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317804126276866402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I’m often humored at the things God will do in my life, just because.  Yesterday afternoon I was having an average day, following a typical busy schedule and not really thinking a whole lot about me...... then I saw something that hit me in the eyes.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was pulling back into the parking lot at work after lunch.  The one thing I consistently ask God for is a close spot to the door.  I usually carry a very heavy briefcase, so I do not want to park in the North 40 and carry that bag.  Some days God sees fit to give me a close spot and others He allows me to walk.  I’ve asked Him a few times for consistency in the close spot, but up to that point He had not granted me my request.  Anyway, yesterday I was granted a close spot, one isle from the door.  As I was turning off my car, I looked up to see a sign marking a parking spot within 15 feet from the door.  The sign simply read, “Reserved, Executive Assistant.”  The first words from my mouth was, “Really?” and then I finished it with, “are you kidding me?”.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This year our corporate office announced that the management teams would not get raises in 2009, (the specifics behind it are not crucial, so I will leave those out).  I made peace with that decision thinking I was just thankful I had a job in this economy.  However, as I was getting out of my car yesterday, after seeing the “reserved” sign, all I could think of was, “so I don’t get a raise, can I have a stinking parking spot?”.  I didn’t think much more of it as I walked past the space into the office building.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This morning, as I was getting ready for work that sign flashed into my mind.  I shook my head and thought again, “Really?”  the Admin has a parking space close to the door and I don’t?   I know, your thinking, “its just a parking spot”.   Well, to me it was the principal of the matter.  I did have a close spot a couple of years ago, then it was taken away to add more visitor parking.  The Holy Spirit put me into check quickly to not be envious.  Truth be told I wasn’t envious, but just wanted a close parking spot.  I decided not to dwell on it any longer and continued about my day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As I arrived at work this morning, I found a close spot and it immediately put a smile on my face.  I whispered a quick “thank you” and continued to my desk.  I wasn’t there more than 10 minutes when my director called me.  She asked me to stop by her office when I got a chance.  She wanted to give me a parking pass so I could park up front.  Seriously my first word was, “Really?”.  I was surprised.  It still makes me giggle when I think about it.  I can just see God watching me yesterday.  He saw my eyes move over the sign, heard my words of sarcasm, searched my heart for my reaction and said, “Would someone give that girl a close parking space please?”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My mind goes to Jesus’ teaching about “asking” in Matthew 7:7-11.  Here Jesus basically says, “Ask and you shall receive” but I like verses 9 - 11, “You parents—if your children ask for a loaf of bread, do you give them a stone instead? Or if they ask for a fish, do you give them a snake? Of course not! So if you sinful people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good gifts to those who ask him”.  I had been asking and looking for my close spot daily.  Today I got that close spot and then God also let me know that tomorrow I have a close spot, and the next day, and the next.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This may seem small and somewhat trivial, but I just wanted to illustrate how sometimes God chooses to bless us even in the small things.  As a parent, I look for ways to bless my children and beam with happiness when they are are pleased.  So, I can only imagine that God, with His great love, wants to bless His children even more.  Just image how delighted God must be to give us those small things, and there is no budget that limits Him.  We only look for the big blessings, but God gives us small blessings daily if we look for them. When we recognize His hand in the ordinary and give Him the thanks, it just makes Him want to give more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Father in heaven, how I love You.  Many times in my busyness, I don’t see the things you lay before me as gifts.  Often times I shake them off as coincidences, when you are there the whole time waiting for me to acknowledge You.  Your word says, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You have examined my heart and know everything about me.You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my thoughts even when I’m far away. You see me when I travel and when I rest at home. You know everything I do. You know what I am going to say even before I say it, Lord. You go before me and follow me.  You place your hand of blessing on my head.  Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to understand!”   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thank you for your hand of blessing upon my head and for always working in my favor and for my good.  Keep my feet on the right path, Lord, that leads directly to you.  Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-5724371592432819005?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5724371592432819005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/5724371592432819005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/5724371592432819005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/ScyirYvW0WI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oF9sibq85QI/s72-c/ReservedParkingSpot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-9079438356036072627</id><published>2009-03-17T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:16:32.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRASH!</title><content type='html'>There’s nothing like a car crash to wake you up!  On Monday morning, at 7:40 a.m., my kids and I were in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going about my normal routine.  We were in the car, on the way to school.  I was thinking about my day, all the things I needed to get done.  Drop off Preston.  Drop off Elliot.  Go to school myself.  Go pick up Elliot.  Feed Elliot.  Feed myself.  Go pick up Preston.  Take the kids to the dentist.  I was focused on the road, with my eyes fixed straight ahead.  I knew where I was going and my eyes were fixed right on my destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see a green blur.  It’s a car.  It’s coming right at me.  I might just get past it before….CRASH!  A man had come through a stop sign and crashed right into me.  Just for the record, I was not at fault in this accident.  I had the right of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t the way I wanted to start my day, or my week.  But it was one of those things that just happen in life.  I honestly don’t know if there was anything I could have done to avoid it, but as I replay the events in my mind, I realized I was in tunnel vision state.  I had my eyes fixed on the road ahead.  I was only concerned about myself, my kids, and where we were going.  I didn’t even see the guy until he was almost in the side of my car.  At that point, it was too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in our spiritual life, we are the same way.  We are looking to the prize.  Our eyes are fixed on ourselves and our relationship with God.  We have spiritual tunnel vision.  We forget to scan side to side and look for that person that might be passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The danger in spiritual tunnel vision is that we forget that there are other people around us who need what we have.  We forget that behind a lot of the smiles that we see everyday are hurting, lost people.  They are people who need hope, people who need a Savior.  They might not even know it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all called to be fishers of men.  If you are a believer, you have been called to share the gospel with the lost and dying souls in our world.  Jesus said, “Go to all the world.  Baptize them.  Teach them to observe my teachings.  I will go with you as you do this.  You won’t be alone.” (a paraphrase of Matthew 28:19-20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s the honest truth about the crash.  Had I been scanning side to side as they teach you in drivers’ training, I might have avoided the accident.  I might have avoided the hassle of a rental car, repairs, insurance, police reports, not to mention the stress of it all.  But I did re-learn to scan as I drive.  I learned not to become so focused that I forget to look around.  It took a crash to shake me out of my tunnel vision.  Thank God for His protection!  No one was hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get to that point.  Don’t become so self absorbed in your walk, that you forget that there are others around you who need what you have.  Yes, keep your eye on the prize (Philippians 3:14), but don’t forget your call to share your Savior with the world.  I hope it doesn’t take a crash to wake you up out of your spiritual tunnel vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, you have been so good to me.  Your hand is on my life, and I am so thankful for Your protection.  Forgive me for all the times that I neglect my call to share Your love with the world.  Let my heart be obedient to the leading of Your Spirit.  Lead me and guide me as I walk towards the prize.  Give me Your eyes to see the needs of those who are around me everyday.  Give me the boldness to share Your truth with them.  I thank you for saving me.  Salvation is my greatest treasure and it’s a treasure that I can share with others.  I love you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-9079438356036072627?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9079438356036072627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/crash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/9079438356036072627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/9079438356036072627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/crash.html' title='CRASH!'/><author><name>Carissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03107736007142181598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/TUxt7tkznlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/I1XfZfvJ0G8/s220/11cl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-1906217341299069344</id><published>2009-03-12T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:05:29.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rack Shack Moment</title><content type='html'>The story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abed-Nego (see Daniel chapter 3), has really been laid on my heart lately.  Maybe it’s on my heart because I feel like I have been walking through the fire a bit lately.  This morning, I pulled out my Bible and began to read again about this wonderful and mighty deliverance.  I would like to share some encouraging words with you through this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            From now on, I shall refer to Shadrach, Meshach and Abed-Nego, as Rack, Shack and Benny (compliments of Veggie Tales).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            This is a well-known story, but I think the details of this story are often lost.  Rack, Shack and Benny were important men.  They had been set over the province of Babylon.  The king, Nebuchadnezzar, who will be referred to as Ned, had built this huge golden idol and had called all of his officials, which included Rack, Shack and Benny, to come and worship this huge golden idol.  They didn’t and according to the Bible, King Ned didn’t even know.  It took a tattle tale to come inform Ned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When Rack, Shack and Benny were brought before King Ned, it is their response that I love so much.  They said (I am paraphrasing), “We know that our God, the God we serve, is big enough to bring us out of your furnace and your hand, King Ned.”  They went on to say, and this is my favorite part, “Even if God doesn’t deliver us, it’s going to go down in history that we served God, not you King Ned and certainly not your gold statue.”  I love that part.  Even if God doesn’t deliver us, we want to be known as the people who didn’t follow the crowd.  We want to be remembered as the people who stood firm on their faith in the One True God.  Even unto death, we stand on God’s side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            King Ned didn’t like this.  King Ned was a proud man and he wasn’t going to be embarrassed by these men.  So he ordered that the furnace be heated up seven times beyond what it was normally kept at (verse 19).  I love this, because Ned had no idea that he was just setting God up to be glorified even more!  He was thinking he was going to show them.  But God said, “I’ll show you Ned.”  When the men took Rack, Shack and Benny up to be thrown in the furnace, the furnace was so hot, it killed the guards (verse 22).  That’s one hot fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When King Ned saw that Rack, Shack and Benny were in the fire, and they were not alone, he was amazed.  You see, Rack, Shack and Benny weren’t just in the fire.  They were up, walking around in the fire!  They weren’t on the ground, writhing in pain.  They were walking through the fire, with God at their side and they weren’t even affected!  Isn’t our God amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When Rack, Shack and Benny came out of the fire, they didn’t even smell like fire.  Their hair wasn’t singed.  Their clothes weren’t burned.  It was as though they had never even been in the fire (verse 27)!  As a result, Ned glorified God(verse 28-29).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I walked through a furnace this week, but I wasn’t alone.  I walked through a fire this week.  I had my Rack Shack moment this week!  It was hot, and it would have consumed most people.  However, my hope is in the name of the Lord.  When I woke on Tuesday morning to face the furnace, I woke with this prayer in my heart.  “Oh God, you are my hope.  You are my strength.  You are my defense and my refuge is in you, Oh God (see Psalm 62:6-8).”  I am so thankful that I never have to go alone, because I serve the One True God.  I serve the same God that brought Rack, Shack and Benny out of that furnace.  I serve the same God that brought the Israelites across the Red Sea.  God is faithful.  He brought me through the fire too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Sometimes we look at the Bible and we see “stories”.  We forget that these “stories” are the Word of God.  They are true!  They are real!  They happened to real people, just like you and me!  They aren’t stories.  They are real life.  They happened!  Don’t forget that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I know we all face the fire.  We all face the furnace.  But, if you serve the Lord, you don’t have to go alone.  I pray that you will face the fires and furnaces this week with the same response that Rack, Shack and Benny had.  “I know my God is big enough to deliver me from the fire.  I know that He can take the fire out of my way.  But even if God doesn’t take this fire out of my way, let it be known that I serve Him.  Even if I have to walk through the fire, even if I don’t make it through the fire, I want the world to know that I serve my Lord Jesus!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-1906217341299069344?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1906217341299069344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/rack-shack-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/1906217341299069344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/1906217341299069344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/rack-shack-moment.html' title='A Rack Shack Moment'/><author><name>Carissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03107736007142181598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/TUxt7tkznlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/I1XfZfvJ0G8/s220/11cl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-3204035291012241975</id><published>2009-03-05T09:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:25:12.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Hands</title><content type='html'>The other day, as I was driving home with my children, we began to sing a song.  It’s a song that all of you know, but it was such a blessing to me.  We sang, “He’s Got The Whole World In His Hands.”  We must have sung it for a good five minutes at the top of our lungs.  We would go another round and put people’s names in the song.  “He’s got Elli and Preston, In His hands.”  It is such a simple song, and such a simple truth, but we often forget these simple truths that can give us strength to walk on and keep the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It was no coincidence that when I went to my weekly Bible study this week, that same truth was reiterated to me.  We studied in Numbers about the twelve spies that went into the land.  Ten of those spies came back and gave a report of unbelief and only two believed God was big enough to overcome their enemies and bring them into the Promised Land.  Like a disease, the unbelief spread throughout the whole congregation of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Joshua and Caleb are honored in the Word of God for their unwavering belief.  They took God at His word and believed Him for the victory.  When they looked at the battle that faced them, they compared their enemy to God and they knew that their enemy was no match for the Almighty Creator.  They knew the promises of God and they knew that God has the whole world in His hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When we look at our circumstances, it is easy to look in unbelief and think that they are too big for us.  Guess what!  They are too big for us! But, (I love those buts) we have a BIG GOD on our side.  When we compare our circumstances to our God, the God of Jacob, Abraham and Isaac, the God of Joshua and Caleb, we know that our God is much bigger than any circumstance and through His power we can overcome.  The person speaking said this, “Gaze at God, glance at circumstances.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Belief is an action, a decision, it is not a feeling.  We choose how we react to our circumstances.  We can choose belief or we can choose unbelief.  We cannot rely on our feelings to tell us what to do, because feelings change in the blink of an eye.  We must rely on what we know about God.  God is truth.  God’s Word is truth.  He will do what He said He would do.  He is bigger than anything I can face.  All power in heaven and earth belongs to God.  Are you choosing to believe His word?  Or are your feelings dictating your response?  Are you gazing at God and glancing at your circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I encourage you as you face life’s circumstances this week to start singing “He’s Got The Whole World In His Hands.”  Are you facing illness?  He’s got the whole world in His hands.  Are you facing marriage problems?  He’s got the whole world in His hands.  Are you battling depression?  He’s got the whole world in His hands.  There is not a situation that He is not in control of.  There is nothing too big for our BIG and MIGHTY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            God, You are a Big GOD.  Forgive me for my unbelief at times.  I pray as I walk through life this week that You would constantly remind me that You have the whole world in Your hands.  God, I pray that you will give me the strength to respond in belief and not react in unbelief to the circumstances I face.  I want my children, my husband and my friends to see Your glory through Your mighty hand in my life.  Take my life.  Hold it in the palm of Your hand.  I trust You Lord.  I thank You for Your love and grace in my life.  I know that if You can overcome the grave, You can overcome anything.  I love you Lord.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s got the whole world, in His hands&lt;br /&gt;He’s got the whole world, in His hands&lt;br /&gt;He’s got the whole world, in His hands,&lt;br /&gt;He’s got the whole world in His hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s got you and me Sister, in His hands&lt;br /&gt;He’s got you and me Sister, in His hands&lt;br /&gt;He’s got you and me Sister, in His hands,&lt;br /&gt;He’s got the whole world in His hands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-3204035291012241975?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3204035291012241975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-his-hands.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/3204035291012241975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/3204035291012241975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-his-hands.html' title='In His Hands'/><author><name>Carissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03107736007142181598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/TUxt7tkznlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/I1XfZfvJ0G8/s220/11cl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-7326405873701088430</id><published>2009-02-19T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:11:23.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cure For Cancer</title><content type='html'>As I was doing my studies today, I came across this passage in Numbers chapter 11.  It says in verses 1 through 3 (I am paraphrasing) that the Israelites complained (again) and God didn’t like it.  God got angry and sent His fire and it burnt up some of the people around the edges of the camp.  Then the Israelites cried out to Moses.  The passage ends with Moses praying and the fire of God being removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            What brought on this wrath of God?  It was the complaining of the Israelites!  God wanted them to know just how displeasing this was to Him, so God showed His anger in a fire.  This is an Old Testament illustration of the basic truth that the wages of sin is death (Romans 6:23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            But is complaining really a sin?  Paul writes in Philippians 2:14 that we should “Do all things without complaining and disputing.”  Another version says to do all things without grumbling and complaining.  Anyway you look it is a command, written by Paul, inspired by the Holy Spirit.  It says do.  It doesn’t say I suggest or I urge, it says DO ALL THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Now before you feel as though I am being self righteous, I want to confess that I have been really failing at this.  I often complain without even thinking twice about it.   But when I read the passage in Numbers about how displeasing it was to God when the Israelites did it, I was convicted of this sin that is so commonplace in many of our lives that we do it without thought.  It’s almost as if complaining is a reflex (an uncontrolled reaction to a stimulus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Complaining is a cancer.  It eats us up.  It focuses our attention on the negative things going on around us.  It changes our mood and frame of mind.  Think about the last time you were around someone who complained non-stop.  Did you really want to be around that person?  When my children begin complaining about something, it is a matter of seconds before I have had enough!  Complaining not only changes your own mood and frame of mind, but it changes the mood of those around us.  Ms. Teressa Wiley said in a Bible study about our homes, “The atmosphere of your home is dictated by your reaction to the seasons of life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Why then is complaining a sin?  Complaining about situations in our life is the voice of unbelief.  It is saying that you don’t think your God is big enough to handle the situation.  It can be that we question God’s sovereignty in a situation.  The words that say “I don’t think God knows what He is doing here.”  If an unbeliever was around you and saw your constant complaining, how would they view your God and Savior?  We are to be a reflection of Christ to those around us.  Complaints do not reflect God’s nature of love, goodness and purity.  Our witness is demolished when the words we speak are constant complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            There is a cure for the cancer of complaining.  Paul not only gives the command to do all things without complaining, but later in Philippians, Paul gives us the cure for complaints.  In chapter 4, it says “Be anxious for nothing”, or don’t worry about things in your life.  “But in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.”  Going to God in prayer with thanksgiving, refocuses our mind on the good things of God.  Prayer should be our first response, not our last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Further on in the fourth chapter of Philippians, Paul tells us the rest of the cure.  In 4 verse 8, Paul tells us to think on the things which are good, the things that are true and pure.  If there is anything praiseworthy, think about these things.  What is pure?  What is true?  What is good?  Only God is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            God, You alone are holy and true.  Forgive me of my complaining.  Help me to listen closely to Your voice as You remind me that my complaining is a sin.  God, give me the strength to weed out this sin and change my heart.  Cure me of my cancer so that it doesn't eat away at myself and my family.  “Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer (Psalm 19:14).  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-7326405873701088430?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7326405873701088430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/cure-for-cancer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/7326405873701088430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/7326405873701088430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/cure-for-cancer.html' title='The Cure For Cancer'/><author><name>Carissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03107736007142181598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/TUxt7tkznlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/I1XfZfvJ0G8/s220/11cl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-4596763658506936056</id><published>2009-02-10T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:19:07.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Anniversary Gift</title><content type='html'>Love is about compromise. That is what we hear all the time about relationships. But remember, we live in a society that does not honor God. When I really think about pure and true love, I know in my heart and soul, that love is about sacrifice, not compromise. Compromise means that the two meet in the middle on an issue. Sacrifice means that we totally surrender to the other person. Compromise means both people get something, while sacrifice means that only one person is getting their way. Maybe so many marriages are failing today because we expect compromise from our mates, instead of sacrifice from ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my anniversary. I have spent the last eight years married to James, my love and my partner. I am so blessed to have him in my life. James makes me feel loved. When James proposed, he said he couldn’t promise me extravagant things or money, but he could promise me that I would have all of his love. When I look back, I know that he has kept that promise to me, not because of compromise, but because of sacrifice. He has always made me feel as though my happiness was more important than his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of First Corinthians, chapter 13 says that love is patient, love is kind, it isn’t prideful. Love doesn’t seek for its own good. Love doesn’t keep score. Paul is telling us in a nutshell that love is all about sacrifice. It’s all about giving yourself to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ was the ultimate model of love. He sought His Father’s will, not his own. As Jesus prayed in the garden, he prayed if it was possible, that the cup pass from him, but above all that God’s will would be done (Matthew 26:39). Jesus was facing death. Jesus was facing anguish and pain, but Jesus refused to compromise. He would lay down His life in obedience to God. He gave His life to show love. Jesus chose sacrifice. Jesus chose God’s way, without compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 5:8 says that God showed his love toward us by Christ’s death, even when we were still sinners. God’s love was is not conditional on our behavior. God loves us and has proven His love by Christ’s death, even when we were still living in our sin. We didn’t have to turn from our sin and turn to Christ before Christ would give His life. The sacrifice was made, regardless of our choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving those around us is the second great commandment. The first is to love God wholeheartedly. We show our love to God by keeping His commands (John 14:15). I encourage you to look at love through God’s eyes. I encourage you to look at your relationships, whether friendships or marriages, and discover the ways that you can sacrifice yourself to that person to show love. Who needs to feel love in your life? Who needs your time? Who needs your service? What can you give to show your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took my vows to my husband eight years ago, my vows were not dependent on James keeping his vows. My vows said that I would give myself to James, I would serve him no matter what life sent our way. Nothing says love like sacrifice and as I searched for the perfect gift to give James for our anniversary, I realized that I was the perfect gift. Giving of myself to him, considering him first, speaks volumes more than my words and material gifts could ever say. It’s a costly gift because it means putting my wants and desires aside to serve the one I married. It means there will be times that in exhaustion, I will serve. In times of hurt, I will serve. In times of happiness, I will serve. Yes, it’s a costly gift, but it is my calling as a woman of God. In serving James, I honor God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, you have called us to love. You have loved us so perfectly. You have given us your Son, a sacrifice, to prove and model Your love for us. Show us how to love your way. Show us how to give ourselves to You and to our loved ones. Open our eyes to their needs and their desires. Give us the energy and desire to meet those needs. Show us how to serve others with our lives and give our service to others as an offering to not only them, but to You. God, help us to love our friends and our spouses, even when we don’t feel loved by them. Give us Your perfect love for others, especially when we find them difficult to love. God we love You. God we want to serve You. God we thank You. In the precious name of Jesus, the perfect sacrifice, we pray. Amen. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thanks be to God for His unspeakable gift." 2 Corinthians 9:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301357900736139874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/SZI07ESWkmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YaD4yxCqZMk/s400/weddingday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301357905754582866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/SZI07W-171I/AAAAAAAAAXI/CjHSj2dbodI/s400/weddingday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301357905218201890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/SZI07U-9aSI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/S39hHIovHrQ/s400/Weddingday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-4596763658506936056?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4596763658506936056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-anniversary-gift.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/4596763658506936056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/4596763658506936056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-anniversary-gift.html' title='The Perfect Anniversary Gift'/><author><name>Carissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03107736007142181598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/TUxt7tkznlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/I1XfZfvJ0G8/s220/11cl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/SZI07ESWkmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YaD4yxCqZMk/s72-c/weddingday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-3333601269459775485</id><published>2009-02-07T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:47:37.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ticket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justify'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fault'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interity'/><title type='text'>Caught!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My day began as any other Wednesday would.  Get up, shower, devotional time, get dressed for work, prod Joey from bed to get ready for school then out the door with him in tow.  I was on my way to drop him at school driving like I always do, when the stop light turned yellow.  I continued through the light and turned left toward the school.  As soon as the turn began, I heard sirens and saw the flashing lights in my rearview mirror.   “What dummy is this cop going to pull over” was my thought as I pulled to the right and she followed me.  “Am I the dummy?  What did I do wrong?  Why is she pulling me over?”  I couldn’t imagine what I had done to deserve this.  I am the one that always drives 25 MPH in the school zone for the protection of the kids.  I always stop at stop signs, and rarely do I speed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I was fishing for my license when the officer approached my window and knocked.  I rolled down the window with I’m sure a look of ‘what did I do’ on my face.  She quickly told me, that she didn’t need to see my license.  Instead she reprimanded me for blowing through the red light?  She ended with, “I’m not going to give you a ticket this time.  But I wanted you to know that the time you tried to save by running through the light was just removed by me pulling you over.  Have a good day.”  She then walked away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Of course I felt like a child that got caught with her hand in the cookie jar just before dinner.  I got caught breaking a law that I ‘technically’ didn’t break.  When I entered the intersection the light was yellow.  It’s not my fault that it turned red just before I completed my turn.  The cars in front of me were moving too slow.  I continued to justify my actions all the way to work.  How dare she do that to me, and in front of my 15 yr. 11 mo. old son ready to get his license in a month.  I felt like a victim.  What was she doing, sitting and waiting to pull someone over?  Then it hit me... regardless of all my excuses, I was guilty of running a red light.  I was in the intersection when the light turned red.  I had broken the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Many times I have tried to justify my actions by technicalities.  I walk as close to the line as I can without getting caught.  Like driving 70 MPH on the Freeway when the speed limit is 65 MPH.  I heard that a CHP will not pull you over unless you are going more than 7 MPH over the speed limit, so that means 70 to 72 MPH is okay, right?  Another justification to my speeding could be, its late and no one is around for miles.  I can continue for hours with all the good reasons why it would be okay for me to speed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;When it comes to my Christian walk, I can think of many ways to justify my actions as well.  The bible doesn’t address everything directly, so it’s okay right?  I can act one way at work, another at home and another at church.  But... The bible does say, &lt;i&gt;He who walks in integrity walks securely, But he who perverts his ways will be found out. Proverbs 10:9  &lt;/i&gt;I love the verse right before this one too, it says in verse 8, &lt;i&gt;‘The wise of heart will receive commands, But a babbling fool will be ruined. &lt;/i&gt; Boy I could babble my way through keeping things I shouldn’t, doing things I shouldn’t, saying things I shouldn’t, but I always risk being found out.  Do I want to be found guilty of doing wrong or do I want to walk in integrity and do so securely?  What about you?  Do you walk in integrity or do you pervert your ways with excuses and justifications? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Lord, we give our babbling ways to you.  Help us to always walk in integrity, whether at home, at work or church.  Let us always receive correction with submission and a willingness to change, so that we can not be found guilty of doing wrong.  Teach us Lord to receive your instruction and follow your ways.  Let Your word be planted in good soil, that we will produce good fruit.  Grant us wisdom, knowledge and mercy.   Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-3333601269459775485?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3333601269459775485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/caught.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/3333601269459775485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/3333601269459775485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/caught.html' title='Caught!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-8232193148719452768</id><published>2009-02-03T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:05:46.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The B-I-B-L-E</title><content type='html'>Often times in the teaching that we receive, we hear these giant concepts but not real practical suggestions for application.  The purpose of this blog entry is to give you some real concrete tips for studying your Bible.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;We all know that the Bible is an important part of our relationship with God.  It is our daily bread.  But, if you don’t know how to feed yourself, you will starve.  Too often, we wait to go to church and expect our weekly dose of bread.  Jesus prayed to the Father asking Him to give us our DAILY bread.  We have to learn to feed ourselves through the week and not depend on others to feed us.  I hope this gives you some practical tips for studying the Word on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEGIN WITH PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;            We are so blessed.  We have the opportunity to go before our holy God.  He has given us His Spirit to teach us and to guide us.  Without the Spirit working within us, we cannot have true understanding of the Word of God.  The second chapter of 1st Corinthians, verse 10 says “…God has revealed them to us through His Spirit.  For the Spirit searches all things, yes, the deep things of God.”  In the 14th verse of the same chapter, we see that the things of God can only be spiritually discerned.  We have to be in the Spirit to understand the things of God.  I am not asking you to have a 2 hour prayer session every time you pick up your Bible.  But begin with a few words of adoration.  Ask for cleansing.  Then ask the God to open your understanding through His Spirit.  This is the purpose of the Holy Spirit.  The Spirit is our teacher.  We don’t need anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ TO KNOW GOD&lt;br /&gt;            This section is particularly convicting to me.  I often pick up my Bible in the moments of chaos and weakness and search for something for myself.  I read with the intention of getting something for me.  The Word was given to us that we may know God and we should read the Bible with the intention of knowing Him better.  In the process, we will undeniably be lifted up, but that cannot be our focus.  An intimate relationship comes from knowing someone fully, their thoughts, their character, their attributes.  Read your Bible with this purpose alone, “To know God on an intimate level.”  Ask yourself these questions as you read.  What did this scripture tell me about God?  What attributes of God do I see throughout this passage?  I can usually list several when I really look at scripture in this way.  Know God by knowing His Word and read His Word to know Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIND OUT WHAT WORDS MEAN&lt;br /&gt;            We all learned to use a dictionary in school, a skill you still need to apply.  Looking at definitions of words will give you a better understanding of what the author is telling you.  Don’t take the definition of a word for granted.  A dictionary is a valuable tool and I have a free one for you to use!  &lt;a href="http://www.eastonsbibledictionary.com/"&gt;www.eastonsbibledictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;  This link is for an online Bible dictionary.  Are you confused by a word used in a text?  Look it up!  Even if you know what it means in general, look it up.  It will broaden your understanding.  Words like sanctification, justification, propitiation, atonement can be really intimidating.  Breaking them down will make reading your Bible a whole lot easier.  Even if you know what they mean, the definition can speak to your heart and your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE TIME&lt;br /&gt;            It’s the hardest part in our busy schedules.  If you have to get up early, do it.  If you have to give up something, do it.  If you have to sit in your car in the garage to get a quiet place, then go to your car (just don’t leave the motor running).  Making time for God is important and rewarding.  Once you do it, you will find yourself getting lost in His precious Word and growing in your relationship with Him.  You will long for that quiet time with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START AT YOUR OWN LEVEL AND YOUR OWN PACE&lt;br /&gt;            Reading the Bible through in a year is a wonderful thing to do.  But not everyone is at that level.  Don’t go from not studying at all to trying to study for two hours every day.  You will probably not be successful.  When you begin an exercise program, you don’t start by running a marathon.  You would kill yourself.  Similarly, you don’t begin reading, without first learning the sounds that each letter makes.  You have to start at your own pace and your own level.  If you are a babe in Christ, don’t start in the book of Revelation, start with Matthew.  Don’t try something completely unrealistic.  Start with ten minutes.  If you find yourself longing for more, add ten more minutes.  You don’t have to read a certain amount of scriptures during your study time.  Take your time and let the Spirit speak to you about each scripture.  Even if you only get through one Scripture during your ten minute session, you have grown in Christ.  Don’t get caught up in how much you read.  It’s not a race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I really hope that these tips helped you in some way.  They may have been a “no-brainer” to you or maybe they were completely new concepts to you.  Either way, I hope you found them practical and realistic.  You don’t have to have fancy commentaries or special books (I am not opposed to these).  You need only the living Word and His Spirit speaking to you to grow through the study of the Word.  Let the Author tell you what He meant through His Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If you need help in the area of how to study to the Word, find someone who can help you.  Talk to one of your Women’s Ministries Leaders, talk to your class teacher, or to a trusted Christian friend.  Finding out how others approach their study may be helpful to you.  May you come to truly know God in your study of His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/"&gt;www.biblegateway.com&lt;/a&gt; is also a great online resource.  It allows you to read different versions of the Bible or search by keyword.  I find this site very useful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-8232193148719452768?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8232193148719452768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/b-i-b-l-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/8232193148719452768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/8232193148719452768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/b-i-b-l-e.html' title='The B-I-B-L-E'/><author><name>Carissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03107736007142181598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/TUxt7tkznlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/I1XfZfvJ0G8/s220/11cl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-31049638615535840</id><published>2009-01-27T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:13:17.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy or Happy?</title><content type='html'>“God is more concerned with our holiness than our happiness and with our character than our comfort.”  This is what I heard as I sat in Bible study last week.  We are currently in the book of Leviticus which outlines God’s instructions for sacrifices, cleansing and offerings.  God was very specific about the way things were to be done.  When things weren’t done God’s way, it was death to the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it seems merciless and unnecessary, you are looking at it though the human perspective.  You have to understand that God is a holy God and He demands holiness from His people.  Holiness, when applied to the Christian, is being set apart for God.  Holiness is living according to God’s word and plan for our lives.  God’s punishment in the book of Leviticus is evidence that God demands holiness from His people.  “Holiness is not a luxury.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s ways are not to be compromised for our own happiness or comfort.  God’s ways are not easy.  We are human.  We are sinful by nature and we are in a constant battle with our flesh.  The Spirit of God inside of us leads us to be holy, to be more like God.  But our flesh longs for happiness and comfort.  This is evident in my own life every day.  I wake up.  I pray and worship as I prepare myself for the day ahead.  I start with great intentions of being the best person that there ever was.  I begin my day longing to be the woman, mother and wife that God has called me to be.  Then, I have to come out of my room and bathroom, where I have been preparing for the day and I am greeted by cranky kids that don’t want to go to school and the chaos that is my day.  Suddenly, those intentions go flying out the window and I am just looking for the quickest exit out of the “day to day life trials.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my day continues, I make choices.  As I examine the choices that I make, I find that I often choose the easy route, and I realize that my first concern is often happiness and comfort rather than holiness and character.  When I examine the choices I make every day, I have a better understanding of the battle that we all fight from day to day.  I see clearly the ways that I have sought happiness over holiness in my own life, a habit that is dangerous and hard to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are faced with choices every moment of every day.  Will you choose God’s way, or will you choose your way?  There is no “easy button” on God’s path.  God’s ways are hard for the flesh because they are contrary to the flesh.  But every time we choose God’s way, we become more like Him and that sacrifice of ourselves rises before Him as a sweet smelling offering.  Romans chapter 12 verse 1 says that we are to be a living sacrifice, a holy sacrifice.  Sacrifices are costly and painful.  Jesus offered His own life and blood to cleanse us in God’s eyes and we are asked to freely give our lives as an offering back to God.  It’s hard, but God offers us the strength that we need and promises us that He won’t give us anything that we cannot handle (through His strength, not our own).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you, as I rely on God’s strength to do the same, to choose holiness, not happiness today.  Sacrifice your life to God today.  It won’t be easy, but true joy and blessings await for those who choose holiness over their own happiness and comfort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-31049638615535840?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/31049638615535840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/holy-or-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/31049638615535840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/31049638615535840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/holy-or-happy.html' title='Holy or Happy?'/><author><name>Carissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03107736007142181598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yu0PZDFW4fE/TUxt7tkznlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/I1XfZfvJ0G8/s220/11cl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-3765234766764968418</id><published>2009-01-10T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:04:05.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just As I Am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinner'/><title type='text'>Just As I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(38, 38, 38);   line-height: 22px; font-family:Times;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;I woke up in the middle of the night Thursday Night and couldn’t go back to sleep.  I’ve done this a lot more lately than ever before.  This particular night I decided I was not just going to lay there with my mind running, I was going to get up and read and pray.  I grabbed a blanket, my bible, my journal and a pen.  If I was going to be awake, I was going to make good use of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;As I began to read through the book of Romans, my mind really began to race over the things that God has done for me.  Just the pure knowledge of His sacrifice alone was enough to get this girl in a mood of worship.  I really began to thank Him for loving me so much.  He loved me while I was still a sinner!  Imagine that!  Loving someone in spite of their faults, failures and rebellion.  This is a love that I can not even comprehend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;I lifted my voice to Him asking for more.  I want more of Him.  I want His presence in my life always.  It is there I find peace, joy and contentment.  I no longer want to seek success on the road of this world, I want success on the road to Him.  I no longer want to be a people pleaser, I want to be a God pleaser.  I began to feel like Paul did in Romans 7 (a must read).  I am always at war, who will rescue me from this body of death?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;As I continued meditating on the Lord, while writing in my journal, the words, “Just As I Am” were spoken in my mind.  God wants me just as I am.  I don’t have to change anything to come to Him.  He already won the battle for me.  The song that was written almost 200 years ago began to stir my heart.  I quickly began searching for the words on the computer.  I had to see the words.  I had to hear the song.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Just as I am, without one plea, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;but that thy blood was shed for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;and that thou bidst me come to thee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;O Lamb of God, I come, I come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Just as I am, and waiting not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;to rid my soul of one dark blot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;to thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;O Lamb of God, I come, I come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Just as I am, though tossed about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;with many a conflict, many a doubt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;fightings and fears within, without, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;O Lamb of God, I come, I come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;sight, riches, healing of the mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;yea, all I need in thee to find, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;O Lamb of God, I come, I come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Just as I am, thou wilt receive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;because thy promise I believe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;O Lamb of God, I come, I come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Just as I am, thy love unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;hath broken every barrier down; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;now, to be thine, yea thine alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;O Lamb of God, I come, I come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Wow!  Powerful words in a song I’ve heard many times.  Words that have new meaning to me.  He wants YOU just as YOU ARE!  Will you COME to HIM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Here is a great version of the song I found in Youtube.  Be blessed as you watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovYPQl93zro&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovYPQl93zro&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Father, Just as we are, we come.  We will not wait and try to cleanse ourselves, we will bring it all to You.  You said that while we were sinners, Christ died for us.  No matter where we are, You love us and want us to come to you.  Dirty hands, hearts and souls.  You want all of us, we just have to come.  You will not see our faults, and failures because You see us through the blood of Your Son.  You will not hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt; our past against us, because of the blood of Jesus.  You will not reject us, because of the blood of Jesus.  We are saved from our sins, because of the blood of Jesus.  GOD, WE COME JUST AS WE ARE BECAUSE OF THE BLOOD OF JESUS!!  Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'Arial Narrow'; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Will YOU Come to HIM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-3765234766764968418?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3765234766764968418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-woke-up-in-middle-of-night-thursday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/3765234766764968418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/3765234766764968418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-woke-up-in-middle-of-night-thursday.html' title='Just As I Am'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-6969536054932648574</id><published>2008-12-30T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:12:04.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Son Shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 24.0px Times"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;A few months ago I was returning to the office after being out for a few days.  I’m sure many of you know that feeling of dread you get when you’ve been out, knowing there is double the work waiting for you.  Well, as I walked in one of my employees immediately greeted me with, “Good morning, we sure miss you when you are not here”.  I replied with a simple “thanks” and continued to my desk.  After a few minutes of putting away my purse and docking the laptop, another employee dropped by my desk with a big smile on her face.  She quickly said, “You know, when you are gone, things are not the same.”  I’m sure my brow raised when I replied with, “what do you mean?”  Of course I was thinking the worst.  That while I was out, no one got anything done and they all goofed off.  She quickly put me at ease by saying, “No, not like that.”  Slowly and thoughtfully she then continued, “its like..... when you aren’t here.... I don’t know.  But I do know when you walked in this morning, it was like the sunshine coming in.”  This really caught me off guard, I don’t even remember how I responded.  It did make me feel good that I was sunshine to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Now when I think about that day, it has a complete knew meaning to me.  It has challenged me in a way that I’m sure my employee doesn’t even know.  I like to think that it was not me that was the sunshine, but that it was the “Son Shine” that lights my path.  John 8:12 says, &lt;i&gt;Then Jesus again spoke to them saying, “I am the light of the world; he who follow Me will not walk in darkness, but will have the Light of life.”  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic;font-family:Times;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic;font-family:Times;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I work in a place with people that know who God is, but they don’t “know” Him.  They walk in “darkness” so when they see “light” they can not help but be drawn to the warmth and brightness.  Some may fight it, others may turn away, but no one can deny the existence or the presence of the “Son Shine”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What a huge responsibility we have when we, as Christians, work outside the home or church.  When we shop in the markets or malls.  When we visit our relatives or hospitals.  We may be the only “Son Shine” they see for days or weeks.  I’m reminded of a song I sang to my boys when they were young.  Of course, I’ve taken the liberty to change the wording just a bit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;You are my “Son” shine, my only “Son” shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;You make me happy when skies are grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Please don’t take my “Son” shine away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Does the “Son” shine upon you where walk?  Does He light your path?  Do others miss the brightness when you are away?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Father, thank you for sending Your Son to shine upon this world of darkness.  Thank you for the hope we have in Jesus Christ to live with you forever.  Thank you for choosing to love us and giving us the Light for our path.  Help us God, to live holy and righteous before you and man,  so that others that are in darkness will be overcome by the “Son shine” of Christ.  Help us to understand our responsibility as Christians to let that Light shine brightly and not cover it up in any way.  May we walk in boldness, strength and love.  May we help bring the “Son shine” to those in need.  Forever we stand with You, Holy Father.  Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-6969536054932648574?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6969536054932648574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/son-shine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/6969536054932648574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/6969536054932648574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/son-shine.html' title='Son Shine'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-4902952716801441085</id><published>2008-12-08T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:48:33.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='approval'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie'/><title type='text'>Charlie Bit Me</title><content type='html'>I came across &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OBlgSz8sSM"&gt;this video again&lt;/a&gt; and still think it is funny.  Watching these two boys laugh really makes me laugh out loud.  I began to think about how often we will sometimes do something that we know will inflict pain, just because we are getting approval from those around us.  We continue down that road again and again until we can no longer stand it.  Then even after we remove ourselves and blame others, we are still left with the pain. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched many young people grieve over the last week for the loss of a friend that they partied with.  They loved him, and wanted to be his friend.  As I observed them, I couldn't help but wonder how many were making choices to follow a path that is causing them pain, just to get that approval.  Sure it's fun when it starts, but after you are there for a while, your finger is stuck and the pain can become unbearable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father, help us to see the danger before we are in over our heads.  Help us to be careful in finding joy in the wrong things and to live upright before you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-4902952716801441085?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4902952716801441085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/charlie-bit-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/4902952716801441085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/4902952716801441085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/charlie-bit-me.html' title='Charlie Bit Me'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-9154261318095510225</id><published>2008-11-29T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:03:43.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Day After Thanksgiving Shopping Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Thanksgiving would not be complete without a recap of my after Thanksgiving Day shopping.  As we do every year, my niece (Keri), my sister (Lori), my mom (Mom), and I  met early for a day of Christmas shopping.  This year, we were joined by my niece-to-be (Kendra), her cousin &amp;amp; new baby (Molly &amp;amp; Todd, 3 weeks old) and her aunt (Stacy).  I really enjoyed talking with Stacy and Molly, over breakfast and linner (lunch/dinner).  I hope to see them again sometime soon.  Stacy appears to have a big heart and will open her home to others unselfishly.  I love that!  Molly is a new mother that is just beginning to see the rewards of motherhood.  She is so attentive to her little guy, it was fun watching her with him.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister has been banned from driving on this shopping day.  In the past, she has been known to become very... let's just say.... she is no longer allowed to drive.  So, instead she sits in the back seat and tells me how to drive, where to drive and where to park.  Being the younger sister, I of course, do not listen to her....  In the afternoon, as we were driving down Walnut Avenue toward Kohls, the traffic was really thick and backed up.  I was waiting for the light to turn green on Mooney and Walnut a little west of the mall.  As I came close to the mall entrance and exit, I decided to stop and let some cars get out and others cross traffic to go into the mall.  I knew I was going to be there a while due to the traffic anyway, so why not show a little Christian Spirit right?  Well, you can imagine this made the car behind me upset and she sat on her horn.  But the other 15 cars that were probably stuck for over 20 minutes trying to get in and out, were waving and smiling as they passed me by.  My sister started getting nervous.  I said to her, "Hey, I believe that I will get a good turn from this."  My niece said, "Yep, what goes around, comes around".  My sister just exhaled.  I then said, "Lori, just wait. When we get in Kohl's parking lot we will find a great parking spot, because now I have favor".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we pulled into the parking lot, it was extremely full.  Cars driving in and out trying to find parking spots, but I just kept saying, "Just wait, a spot will open up for me".  Seriously cars were everywhere.  I drove to the last isle and what did my faith-filled eye's see?  A parking spot, waiting just for me and not far from the front door.  I turned to my sister and said, "See? I have found favor".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, we were leaving the mall and ready to eat our linner (lunch/dinner) at Casa Grande.  I was driving down Mooney Blvd in a sea of cars, bumper to bumper.  My darling sis once again began to tell me I needed to move over as soon as I could or I wouldn't be able to make the turn to Casa Grande.  I,  however being a smartie now,  said, "Oh ye of little faith.  When I need to get over, these cars will part for me and let me in, just watch and see".  About a block from Casa Grande, I put on my blinker, the cars parted and let me in without a problem.  I looked in my mirror and my sister sat with her mouth open.  I said, "See, everywhere I go, I have favor".  In my mind though, I said to God, "Wow! Thanks for being a show off today".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we started the morning at K-Mart and finished the day at JC Penny.  I always love this day, not for the shopping, but for the chance to spend time with my family and the opportunity to watch people.  I really do enjoy watching people interact, or not, on this day.  I have seen many funny things and many sad things through the years. Yesterday did not disappoint me.  A few things always amaze me though: &lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The amount of people that bring young children shopping with them.  Most of the time the small children are crying because they are so tired and the parents don't know when to go home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The number of people that walk around with frowns on their faces.  I truly believe they think their happiness depends on that one item that is on sale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The amount of "stuff" put in shopping carts.  I can't help but wonder how much the gifts are truly appreciated by the recipients.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How long people will stand in line, to only give up just before they reach the check-out stand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How long people will stand in line and never speak to the person in front of them or behind them.  Do we miss opportunities to meet knew friends?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving and remembered to thank God for the many blessings you are enjoying, just by living in America.  As I am finishing this, a news report gave an update on the situation in Mumbai.  Please let's remember to pray for those that have lost loved ones in Mumbai.  Also continue to pray for the safety of America and our soldiers keeping watch.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20144:2;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;Psalm 144:2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-9154261318095510225?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9154261318095510225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-after-thanksgiving-shopping-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/9154261318095510225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/9154261318095510225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-after-thanksgiving-shopping-recap.html' title='Day After Thanksgiving Shopping Recap'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-7511349088334501845</id><published>2008-11-22T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:50:30.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Is This All There Is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Arial Narrow; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I was humored a couple of days ago when I received a text message from my son, Tim.  He had posted the following statement on his Twitter account and it sent me a text message.  It read, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;“I think I was switched at birth; I cannot be destined to work for the rest of my life- I was meant to be a spoiled rich brat...”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;  Soon after, Carissa replied with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I have been saying that for a long time. I think I belong in a palace somewhere, getting pedicures and wearing diamonds on my head for a living.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I, too, have thought many times that I was really destined to live a lifestyle of the rich and famous.  In any event, my life was not suppose to include financial woes, job worries, health issues, or serving others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 15.0px; font: 14.0px Arial Narrow; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 15.0px; font: 14.0px Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It really made me start thinking about how many of us really expected something great in our life and only received disappointment.  As a young teenager, I couldn’t wait to get married and have children.  I was going to stay at home and be the best wife and mother in the world, while my husband brought home a lot of money for me to spend.  I was raised in a middle-class family, with parents that encouraged me to dream big.  I had everything a young girl could want and more.  In my young mind, I could never imagine my life being any different when I got married and began a family.  I was going to live my big dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 15.0px; font: 14.0px Arial Narrow; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 15.0px; font: 14.0px Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;At the age of 18, I married the man of my dreams (minus the money).  Within the first 10 years of our marriage, we experienced the birth of 4 sons, the sudden death of Dan’s father,   the loss of jobs, financial strain, many health issues with oldest son and myself.  This was not what my BIG dreams were.  I remember at one point in my life wondering, “is this all there is?”  The reality of life was striking me right between the eyes and I didn’t like it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 15.0px; font: 14.0px Arial Narrow; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 15.0px; font: 14.0px Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The following 10 years became a completely different ride.  My boys became the focus of my worry.  The pressure of raising teens wasn’t anything I was ready for, yet it stared me in the face daily.  The aging body, weigh gain, feelings of isolation, day to day maintenance of a home, working full time and unbalanced priorities.  Completely overwhelmed is how I would describe this time.  I asked again, “Is this all there is?”  I even decided to run away one day and leave it all, but found myself in a position of dependency upon my husband and children.  Love prevailed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 15.0px; font: 14.0px Arial Narrow; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 15.0px; font: 14.0px Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The last five years have been speckled with illnesses of self, parents, and mother-in-law.  Children leaving the nest, girls hanging around the boys, job change, spiritual growth, old relationships restored and deepening love for my husband.  Although good has been speckled with the bad, it would still be easy to ask, “Is this all there is?”  But, the difference now is, I can answer.  My answer is, “no, this is not all there is”.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 15.0px; font: 14.0px Arial Narrow; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 15.0px; font: 14.0px Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My life isn’t anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;had dreamed.  I have found happiness in surviving my reality with those I love, right beside me.  My dreams are now about seeking a personal relationship with God, through His Son, Jesus Christ.  They are full of watching for the prince that has gone to prepare a place for me in His Fathers house, not about settling with the prince in a castle of this world.  My Prince says that He loves me, I can have life in Him; I can ask for anything in His name, He sent me a helper , I can have peace and not fear anything.  All these now, are what my dreams are made of.  With God there is always more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=john%2014&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;John 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-7511349088334501845?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7511349088334501845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-this-all-there-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/7511349088334501845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/7511349088334501845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-this-all-there-is.html' title='Is This All There Is?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-2162955483101115456</id><published>2008-10-15T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:51:25.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disciples'/><title type='text'>FIRST IMPRESSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(38, 38, 38);   line-height: 22px; font-family:Times;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'American Typewriter'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;ver the past several weeks I have been interviewing candidates for various positions we have had open in our office.  The process has always been a tough one for me and I take it very seriously.  I have a responsibility to the company and to my customers to hire the best.  As I reviewed resume after resume I became very critical, looking for only those that have the required skills, knowing full well that someone can look very good on paper but be completely incompetent in the tasks we need them to perform.  They only have a limited time to make a good first impression.  I recall a couple of years ago an interview I conducted.  I seen this gentleman’s resume first and was able to determine that he had all the necessary skills and experience to fulfill the role.  I was excited to meet him and discuss the possibility of offering him the job.  I have to tell you, I was so disappointed when I got my first glance at him.  He was wearing a white dress shirt and tie with black slacks.  Sound good?  Well it would have been, if the shirt was ironed, if the slacks weren’t faded and if his hair was combed/trimmed.  I asked him to take a seat so we could talk.  I thought we could work on the grooming so I wouldn’t be so hard on him.  Then.... he began to talk.  I believe he used at least one curse word in every sentence and his arrogance was quite remarkable.  I was just shocked.  Now, I am not a prude, but this was not the professional I was looking for.  I bid him goodbye, thanked him for coming in, knowing full well that he would not be offered this job.  He did not make a good first impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'American Typewriter'; min-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'American Typewriter'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I can't help but think of the men that Jesus called to be His disciples.  Many of them were not considered "the highly qualified professionals" that I would have picked.  Jesus could have chosen the Priests as disciples, but he wanted people that wouldn’t take pride in the gifts of God.  He wanted humble hearts that would allow God to be their strength and their wisdom so that He could be glorified and not man. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20corinthians%201:26-31%20;&amp;amp;version=31;%20"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;1 Corinthians 1:26-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;)  Whew!  I would have totally missed this.  I would have picked the priests because of their knowledge and experience.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'American Typewriter'; min-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'American Typewriter'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Will this change how I select my future employee’s?  Absolutely not!  I am not God, and I can’t change lives the way He does.  It does, however, make me completely aware that no matter what the candidate may look like on paper or have in experience, if they are too prideful and are not teachable then they will not be easy to lead.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'American Typewriter'; min-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'American Typewriter'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Holy Father,  I pray that you forgive me for judging people by their appearance, knowledge and experience on a ‘personal basis’.  Help me to see their potential as You do, regardless of the First Impression.  I want to see others through Your eyes and not mine.  On a 'professional level', help me to see the full potential of candidates and not just their resume or appearance.  Forever I am thankful for the teaching found in Your Word.  Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-2162955483101115456?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2162955483101115456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-impression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/2162955483101115456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/2162955483101115456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-impression.html' title='FIRST IMPRESSION'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-6329307763393331065</id><published>2008-09-21T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:52:32.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'>I'm Expecting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(38, 38, 38);   line-height: 22px; font-family:Times;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; bet yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;u took a double look at that title.  But believe it or not, I am expec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;ting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;As I was sitting at my desk this morning, thinking about my day to come and wondering what it will bring, my mind went back to a time when my boys were small.  I think Jeremy was around 10, Tim 8, Charlie 4 and Joey 2.  Being a mom and working a full time job was really becoming difficult to juggle.  Every morning I had to wake the boys, and of course they never wanted to get out of bed.  Some mornings were worse than others, but most were pure torture for me.  I had listened  to the Dr. Dobson program one day and a guest speaker was discussing how she always woke her children with a spirit of wonder.  So, I decided to try it out.  After all, when we planned our trips to Disneyland or some other place the boys wanted to go they had no problem waking and jumping out of bed.  They also woke Christmas mornings without a peep from me.  Well, one morning I went into my older boys' room, opened the blinds and in an excited voice began to  say, "Good morning boys!  Wake up and see the beautiful day that God gave us today".  I then broke out in song, "Wake up, wake up you sleepy head, get up, get up, get outa bed......".  Both boys immediately sat up in their beds and didn't say a word.  They looked at me like I was a space alien.  I smiled at them, continued to sing and tickle them for about 5 minutes and then left the room.  As I got a couple of feet outside their door I heard Jeremy say, "What's up with her?"  Tim's reply was, "Well, she's been listening to that Dr. Dobson guy again".  I smiled and we continued with our morning routine.  The difference in the day was startling.  The boys got out of bed without another prompt from me and we left the house on time, in cheery moods.  How did this work?  It still makes me smile when I think about it.  It gave the boys a different perspective of the morning.  They weren't reacting to my dread of the day.  They seen a cheery and smiling mom instead of the normal grouchy and mean mom.  They knew because I was happy, they could expect great things.  I wish I could go back and do it all over again.  I would wake each of my boys one at a time with these words: "Wake up son.  I can't wait to see what God has for us today.  He put the sun in the sky just for you today!"  Just imagine if we all woke thanking God and expecting something great from Him.  I believe God would rejoice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;In the morning, O LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you andwait in expectation. Psalm 5:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Are you expecting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-6329307763393331065?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6329307763393331065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-expecting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/6329307763393331065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/6329307763393331065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-expecting.html' title='I&apos;m Expecting!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-2911283224053422405</id><published>2008-08-02T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:35:32.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harvest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>100-Fold Harvest</title><content type='html'>Friday night and Saturday morning several of the ladies and I attended the Beth Moore Simulcast at the Neighborhood Church.  We had a great time.  Beth, of course, challenged us again.  Her message for the weekend was "100-Fold Harvest" and the scripture reference was &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%208&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;Luke 8&lt;/a&gt;.  She really hit on the importance of truly knowing the Word of God and letting it take root in your life.    Her steps to begin were.&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Treasure the wonder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Protect your heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expect the test.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dig the roots.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop the choke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retain the word.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Press forth for your 100-fold harvest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word that I personally took away was, "You can not do what God wants, until you get into the Word".  Wow, wow, wow.  It has challenged me to dig deeper in the word and find the hidden treasures He has for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-2911283224053422405?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2911283224053422405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-night-and-saturday-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/2911283224053422405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/2911283224053422405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-night-and-saturday-morning.html' title='100-Fold Harvest'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-1752376800266475282</id><published>2008-07-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:11:04.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soil'/><title type='text'>Bible Journey</title><content type='html'>I thought I would share some scriptures I have read lately that spoke to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Samuel%203:9-10&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;1 Samuel 3:9-10&lt;/a&gt; I pray that I will continually respond with "Speak, for Your servant is listening".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20139:17-18;&amp;amp;version=49;"&gt;Psalm 139:17-18&lt;/a&gt; Wow!  He thinks about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2013:44;&amp;amp;version=49;"&gt;Matthew 13:44&lt;/a&gt;  Have I sold all I have to buy this treasure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%204:1-29;&amp;amp;version=49;"&gt;Mark 4:1-29&lt;/a&gt; I want good soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians%201:6;&amp;amp;version=49;"&gt;Philippians 1:6&lt;/a&gt; There is still hope for me.  I won't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Corinthians%202:14-16;&amp;amp;version=50;"&gt;2 Corinthians 2:14-16&lt;/a&gt; This one makes me so happy.  I'm smelling good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-1752376800266475282?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1752376800266475282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/bible-journey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/1752376800266475282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/1752376800266475282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/bible-journey.html' title='Bible Journey'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-1499205616872398191</id><published>2008-07-21T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:30:14.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stirred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harvest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changed'/><title type='text'>Stirred But Not Changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have surfed the net for the last hour looking for the lyrics to a song we use to sing long ago in church.  I was able to find one verse and the chorus but not the other verse.  This has been one of those songs that stay with you a while and you are unable to get it out of your head.  It is a Lanny Wolfe song and goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Have I heard it for so long that He’s just another song?&lt;br /&gt;Has the story lost its thrill that I once knew?&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me a burden that’s so strong,&lt;br /&gt;That it will last when my tears are gone.&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of what I’ve been. Lord, make me over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so tired of being stirred about the lost who need to hear.&lt;br /&gt;I’m so tired of being stirred that His coming is so near; &lt;br /&gt;I’m so tired of being stirred till I cry bitter tears. &lt;br /&gt;I’m so tired of being stirred but not being changed.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All too often we sit in our church pews/chairs and get fat on the Word of God.  We take in and take in, yet we are not willing to invite others to eat.  I really feel like God wants us to get up from His table, stop getting fat on the fruit of the land, and help harvest the field.  He wants us to change.  He is looking for people ready to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I don't know about you, but I am tired of being stirred and doing nothing about it.  Read  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%209:36-38;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;Matthew 9:36-38&lt;/a&gt; Pray that you are sent to harvest the field.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;p.s. Does anyone know the words to the other verse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-1499205616872398191?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1499205616872398191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/stirred-but-not-changed.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/1499205616872398191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/1499205616872398191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/stirred-but-not-changed.html' title='Stirred But Not Changed'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-4607473475235082181</id><published>2008-06-24T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:43:02.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americans'/><title type='text'>What Do You Believe?</title><content type='html'>I ran across &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,370588,00.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; today on the FOX news site and was really disturbed.  Are the churches in America forgetting to preach that Jesus is the way the truth and the life?  If you think about it, many of our TV ministers have become motivational speakers.  Wow! What do you believe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-4607473475235082181?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4607473475235082181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-do-you-believe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/4607473475235082181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/4607473475235082181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-do-you-believe.html' title='What Do You Believe?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-498858271987347637</id><published>2008-06-22T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:34:05.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='policy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyfe'/><title type='text'>Lyfe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I know it looks strange, but Joey was watching television the other day and made a statement that had me thinking all week.  A commercial for an Met Life came on and Joey said he had a better advertising campaign for them.  They should rename it to Met Lyfe (spelled ‘Lyfe’ on purpose) and the slogan should be, “taking the &lt;i&gt;‘if’&lt;/i&gt; our of life” or “take the &lt;i&gt;‘if’&lt;/i&gt; out of life, when you are in our hands”.  I agreed that it sounded pretty good, however I continued to ponder it over and over and decided it was quite profound.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;So often we take out insurance for auto, life, health, dental, accidental death, house, flood, pet, never believing we will need it, but just in case, we want to have it.  We have the insurance that if something does happen, we will be covered.  We feel safe that our loved ones or loved things will be covered &lt;i&gt;‘if’&lt;/i&gt; something happens and we don’t’ have to worry about our ‘ifs’.  What ‘if’ I have a car accident and my car get’s totaled?  I have auto insurance, they will cover it.  What if I get sick and need to see a specialist?  I have heath insurance, they will cover it.  What if my house catches fire?  My homeowners policy will take care of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Depending where you live, you may not be able to buy some types of insurance policies because of the strong possibility of an occurrence.  One example might be living close to a river that floods each year.  Most carriers will not cover you under a flood policy.  (Personally, if I could not get flood insurance and I lived next to a river, I don’t think I would want to live there.  But that’s just me.)  Another example is if you have a terminal illness, it is not likely that you will find a life insurance policy to insure you.  If you have had multiple car accidents and tickets, you will have a hard time finding someone to insure you.  No longer will you have the peace of mind that all will be well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I know we can never get rid of our ‘ifs’, but I do know the ultimate insurer that offers a plan and no one will be turned down if they apply.  I will have complete coverage on earth and after death.  Not only does this plan give me peace of mind on earth, but it will give my loved ones peace of mind after my death.  It secures me a place where I can retire.  Where I will no longer know pain.  A place where no sin will live and death will not enter.  No sickness, no accidents, no floods.  It is the ‘Salvation Plan’.  It is the only true Lyfe Plan.  Are you insured?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Revelation 22:12: Behold, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to everyone according to what he has done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-498858271987347637?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/498858271987347637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/06/lyfe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/498858271987347637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/498858271987347637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/06/lyfe.html' title='Lyfe'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-6175276400660137541</id><published>2008-06-03T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:59:12.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fundraiser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calvary worship center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baskets'/><title type='text'>A Night In The City - Fundraiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SEWUNLuIOqI/AAAAAAAAACw/PoY1TQvDNWo/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SEWUNLuIOqI/AAAAAAAAACw/PoY1TQvDNWo/s320/DSC00835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207731498329324194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SEWUNnvWXnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fDEp9lK4mTE/s1600-h/DSC00868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SEWUNnvWXnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fDEp9lK4mTE/s320/DSC00868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207731505850637938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SEWUOOOy9QI/AAAAAAAAADA/x7iQjV6ef-s/s1600-h/DSC00886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SEWUOOOy9QI/AAAAAAAAADA/x7iQjV6ef-s/s320/DSC00886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207731516183082242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SEWUOZgwbcI/AAAAAAAAADI/VAPQe8AuIjw/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SEWUOZgwbcI/AAAAAAAAADI/VAPQe8AuIjw/s320/DSC00902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207731519211204034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SEWUO289EtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IDbfmL_JxUM/s1600-h/DSC00908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SEWUO289EtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IDbfmL_JxUM/s320/DSC00908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207731527114101458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome night we had Sunday.  We raised over 25k for our building fund and really had a great time doing it.  Our grand prize raffle was an all expenses paid trip to New York in October.  We had over 80 baskets donated for raffles and tri tip dinner.  Our youth entertained with a couple of human videos.  We all had a blast.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-6175276400660137541?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6175276400660137541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-in-city-fundraiser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/6175276400660137541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/6175276400660137541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-in-city-fundraiser.html' title='A Night In The City - Fundraiser'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SEWUNLuIOqI/AAAAAAAAACw/PoY1TQvDNWo/s72-c/DSC00835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-778153408798124395</id><published>2008-06-02T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:28:49.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s ministries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women of grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduate'/><title type='text'>Graduation Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SESd_CJ8K8I/AAAAAAAAACg/AkA0DljTNLA/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SESd_CJ8K8I/AAAAAAAAACg/AkA0DljTNLA/s320/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207460775383018434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SESd__SBT2I/AAAAAAAAACo/OQb0uFHYMLA/s1600-h/DSC00862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SESd__SBT2I/AAAAAAAAACo/OQb0uFHYMLA/s320/DSC00862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207460791791472482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, May 31st our Women's Ministry Board all graduated from School for Women's Ministries in Fresno.  Laurna, Teressa, Julie and I have been attending classes since September 2006 to earn our certification in Women's Studies.  I am happy to say we all completed the certification and graduated with honors.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-778153408798124395?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/778153408798124395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduation-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/778153408798124395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/778153408798124395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduation-time.html' title='Graduation Time'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/SESd_CJ8K8I/AAAAAAAAACg/AkA0DljTNLA/s72-c/DSC00857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-665841447167118933</id><published>2008-05-25T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:54:04.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soldiers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;As a mother, I've watched my son leave for war.  I was proud of the service that he was giving to the country, yet sad at the thought of him fighting for people who may not appreciate his sacrifice.  I kissed him one last time and walked away.  Tears were in my eyes and sorrow on my heart.  I knew he was going to a place where the people have not had freedom and don't know how to accept it.  They have been enslaved for so long that they have accepted it and because of the possible sacrifice, they were afraid.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the news each night while he was away to hear anything about the war.  I began to feel genuine frustration at the media, the US media, that only reported one side of the war. They made sure to share the deaths, the bombings, anything that would show how bad the US is.  If I was looking for public relations, I certainly wouldn't choose our US Media.  Where were the good things happening?  The stories that told of rebuilding schools, giving away hundreds of shoes to children and of our safety in the US because they are fighting the terrorist over there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt as if God was showing me today that this is how He felt when He sent His only Son to battle for our freedom.  There were those around Him that only reported the laws He was breaking, they neglected to tell of the demons that were cast out, the illnesses that were healed or freedom that could be anyone's that asked.  Many were rejecting Him, because they only knew captivity and anything outside that was frightening.  They had their Savior right there and they pushed Him aside and chose to stay in their captivity.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this what it has come to?  Do we stay in our captivity to the enemy because leaving it would bring fear, ridicule or sacrifice?  Do we stay this way because in some ways we believe it is easier?  I will tell  you what, it may be easier to stay in captivity, but I also know that as long as we are enslaved we can never experience the true JOY of freedom.  Whether it is the freedom that our soldiers fight for everyday or the freedom that Christ died to give us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you living in freedom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-665841447167118933?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/665841447167118933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/665841447167118933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/665841447167118933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-thoughts.html' title='Memorial Day Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-8978847934877983521</id><published>2008-04-13T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:32:34.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calvary worship center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women of grace'/><title type='text'>Refreshed</title><content type='html'>What an amazing weekend we had.  17 women drove down to San Diego to hear Beth Moore. Travis Cotrell and his worship team were incredible.  He is absolutely anointed by God.  We arrived late due to traffic, but believe me when we walked into the arena we immediately felt the presence of God.  Not only did Beth stir our hearts and renew our spirits, she gave us laughter.  When she had us open our bibles to Psalm 139, I just about giggled with delight.  I have been drawn to this chapter for several months and was just excited to know that God was going to give me a special treat.  And He did.  Beth's teaching is so anointed.  Her topic was "Known".  I am still just chewing on the words she gave.  I am so happy that we were able to be a part of this meeting.  I hear in the wind that several now want to go to the Las Vegas conference.  Sounds like we may have another road trip ahead.  Who is onboard?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget to check out the pictures.  The link is found on the right side of this page.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-8978847934877983521?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8978847934877983521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/04/refreshed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/8978847934877983521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/8978847934877983521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/04/refreshed.html' title='Refreshed'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-1916899974298757538</id><published>2008-04-09T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:07:56.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedicure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouraged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Exposed</title><content type='html'>Today was inevitable.  I knew it was coming but I thought I had more time.  It happens every year around this time and it isn't taxes.  Today was the day my toes were exposed and believe me when I tell you, they were not ready.  I hadn't had a pedicure for several months, I let them go in the winter.  Tina dropped me an email yesterday and we set up time to have our toes done on Thursday.  So, I was out last night and decided to buy my first pair of sandals this summer.  They really are cute!  Anyway, I wanted to wear them today.  I put them on, and trotted off to work.  I started getting compliments on the shoes, and that is when it hit me that I wasn't ready to expose the toes yet.  Understand the shoes are cute, but my toes need to be de-winterized.  Now I'm self-conscience and don't want anyone to see my shoes because of my toes.  Also, they started off comfortable this morning but as the day goes on my feet are starting to hurt.  Straps are hitting places on my feet that are foreign, and now, not only am I self-conscience, I am also in pain.  All I want to do now is kick off these shoes.  Have you been there before?  I've been here on my Christian walk as well.  I've stepped out in my faith, not expecting my failures to be exposed but one by one, as people began to take notice that I am a Christian the more self-conscience I became.  I felt they were not looking at Christ in my life, but at my failures.  My failures were taking away from Christ.  The more consumed I became of my failures, the more painful my trials became.  I would want to run away and hide.  Not let anyone know I was a christian that way it didn't matter if I failed.  But, instead I remained, I stood still and let Christ show who He was in me.  Yes, I was a failure and I was all the things the enemy throws up in my past.  But today, I am a daughter of the King.  Do I still make mistakes and fail?  You better believe it, but I don't dwell in it because I know in the end the pain will be worth it all and Christ will be victorious.  Now for these shoes.  Will I kick them off?  No, I will wear them with my winter toes, pain and all.  I know my feet will get use to them and tomorrow my toes will look better.  If you see me at church tonight, look at the sandals but leave the toes alone.  Be encouraged ladies and don't be afraid of exposure, thats when Christ can truly shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-1916899974298757538?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1916899974298757538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/04/exposed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/1916899974298757538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/1916899974298757538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/04/exposed.html' title='Exposed'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-2705820670262400622</id><published>2008-04-03T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:04:26.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doubt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='created'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>Renew</title><content type='html'>I love the times that I am in prayer and God gives me a nugget that knocks me in the head and makes me look at things completely different.  That happened this week.  I was in prayer asking for God to increase my faith.  As I was praying, I said, "God my mind was created to be doubtful" when I came to a complete stop.  The Holy Spirit spoke directly into my MIND.  He said my mind was CREATED TO BELIEVE!  Yes, I will accept that word.  The scripture in Romans 12:2 stays, &lt;div&gt;"Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.  Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is --His good, pleasing and perfect will."  You see when we conform to the pattern of the world, we become skeptical and doubtful.  We can only believe in ourselves.  But when we are transformed by the power of the blood of Jesus we are to renew our mind.  It is then that we will be able to test and approve God's will in our lives.  Renew my mind Lord!  Renew the mind of my sisters!  Renew the minds of Your church!  We want to believe!!  We want Your good, pleasing and perfect will!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-2705820670262400622?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2705820670262400622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/04/renew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/2705820670262400622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/2705820670262400622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/04/renew.html' title='Renew'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-7904428561402306108</id><published>2008-03-25T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:51:07.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;For the last few months I have felt that God has been calling me to silence.  Now, I certainly wasn’t sure what that meant.  As I would lift my hands in worship at church, I would feel the Holy Spirit calling me to be quiet.  Almost as if He was putting his hands over my mouth to hush me.  Yet my mind just kept going.  Questioning, why do I need to be quiet?  What am I suppose to hear?  Even though my mouth was quiet my mind wasn’t.  I also have been drawn to the book of 1 Samuel and have been reading it to find out what I am suppose to hear.  But to no avail, I wasn’t getting it.  Yet, my heart was drawn.  This has gone on for several months.  In conversation with Dan, I began to describe that I felt God has been calling me to be quiet and I didn’t know how and for what reason.  Then I began to explain how the Spirit keeps leading me to the book of Samuel.  As we began talking about the events that unfold in Samual’s life in the first few chapters, it was as if God Himself spoke to me, right in the middle of Denny’s.  Dan and I began to discuss where God was calling to Samuel and Samual kept saying, “Here I am” and would run to Eli.  Finally Eli told Samuel the next time he hears his name called to say, “speak Lord, for Your servant hears.”  I have pondered this over and I believe God wants me to sit at His feet and just listen.  All too often, we have to keep noise in our lives.  It gives us comfort, it makes us feel not so alone.  Satan loves to distract us with busyness and noise.  Yet, God wants us just us to sit and listen to Him.  Oh, how awesome that sounds.  I would love to sit at Jesus’ feet like Mary did and listen to His instruction.  The last couple of Saturdays have allowed me to do that.  After my praise dancing, (yes, I am alone) I just sit.  It hasn’t been easy to sit quietly, but I know that if I am diligent in seeking to hear Him, God will meet me there.  I believe we should all seek that quiet time and listen for the voice of our Lord.  Can you hear Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-7904428561402306108?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7904428561402306108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/7904428561402306108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/7904428561402306108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-57228541346633485</id><published>2008-03-22T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:23:27.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrate'/><title type='text'>Easter Time</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter!  Tomorrow is the day we celebrate the resurrection of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  He died upon the cross and rose again that we may have life and have it more abundantly.  This is the time of year that we begin to come out of our 'winter mentality' and begin to hope for a new beginning.  As you celebrate this Easter with your family, it is my prayer that God will bless you and your family and give you a thirst for a new beginning in Christ.  Enjoy this wonderful day, and try not to over eat on that chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-57228541346633485?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/57228541346633485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/57228541346633485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/57228541346633485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-time.html' title='Easter Time'/><author><name>CWC Women of Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BFmmFbYLXbc/R-Xa0XscdUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JNkjrLzNCwM/S220/DSC00527.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-7091452921175901341</id><published>2007-10-10T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:12:19.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffeine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give up'/><title type='text'>Giving Up The Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Boy the last 48 hours have really been hard for me.  I had to give up something I really love, and I have been physically sick for the last 24 hours because of it.   I know your probably thinking that if something is that hard for you to give up, then you didn’t need to keep it anyway.  Guess what?  I agree!  But, I loved it and was addicted to it.  I couldn’t go a day without it and most days it was with me almost around the clock.  If I went without it for more than a couple of hours, I would begin to get cranky and ill.  What is it?  Caffeine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Now that I am past the headaches, I am upset at myself for allowing something to have such a hold on my life that I became physically ill over doing without.  This is no different than a drug addict or an alcoholic being pulled to their addictions.  Of course I then had to look deep in my life for other things that have a hold on me.  As Christians I believe we are good at bargaining our desires into being okay.  We love chocolates, sweets, and rich foods that make us obese and we reason that we are not addicts, yet we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #000099"&gt;&lt;a href="http://biblegateway.com/bible?version=NIV&amp;amp;passage=Psalm+19%3A13"&gt;Psalm 19:13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; says, Keep back Your servant also from presumptuous sins; Let them not have dominion over me. Then I shall be blameless, And I shall be innocent of great transgression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My prayer is Lord, search me.  Look for those things in my life that have a hold on me.  Reveal them and give me strength to put them away from me.  Let nothing pass my lips that is not edifying to you or my body.  Give me strength to say no.  Heal my body of the desires that come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-7091452921175901341?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7091452921175901341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/giving-up-things-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/7091452921175901341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/7091452921175901341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/giving-up-things-i-love.html' title='Giving Up The Things I Love'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-750813794104500150</id><published>2007-09-08T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:13:48.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday'/><title type='text'>Saturday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;It’s Saturday!  I love my Saturdays.  I usually get in a little extra sleep in the morning or I take an afternoon nap.  I remember when my boys were younger, my Saturday’s were chaos.  Now that they are older I find them much more peaceful, usually.  Dan is working and the boys are each doing their own things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My scripture for the day is: Teach me to do Your will for You &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; my God; Your Spirit &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; good. Lead me in the land of uprightness. Psalm143:10 (NKJ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Recently, I have begun each of my days asking for God to teach me to do His will in my life.  I mean really asking Him.   So, God has really been dealing with me on my excessive spending on things that I don’t need.  I am a sucker for a sale, a cute journal or office supplies.  It’s sick I know.  I love the thought of being organized, but can’t quite get there.  Anyway, Tuesday I realized my Franklin Covey planner is out of pages the end of September, so I decided I needed to get new pages and it had to be that day.  So, at my lunch hour I drove to my local office supply store to scope out the refills for my planner.  But wouldn’t you know that they had some new leather planners in stock and I fell absolutely in love with a couple of them.  I stood looking at both trying to figure out which one I was going to buy and that still small voice kept telling me that I didn’t need it.  Of course I didn’t need it, but I wanted it.  It was really nice and I would look really organized when I went to meetings at work.  I hadn’t even looked at the refills yet for my planner, I was stuck on the leather binders.  Suddenly the voice got louder, “You don’t NEED that binder, the one you have is in great shape and is functional”.  It took me back a bit, and then I realized I have asked for God to help me do His will with my finances and not mine.  I quickly put down both of the very nice binders and began scoping out the fillers.  And wouldn’t you know they didn’t have any that start in October 2007?  So, I thought I could get the undated refills and buy the 2008 fillers as the year became closer.  But, one of the binders I wanted, already had undated refills and it was only $40.00 more.  Hmmm. I picked up the nice leather binder again and started to walk off, when once again I heard that voice, ‘YOU DON’T NEED THAT BINDER’.  I realized then it was about obedience.  I put the binder down, told myself if I still wanted that binder in a couple of months I would put it on my Christmas list, grabbed the undated refills and moved quickly to the checkout counter.  I felt such a sense of accomplishment that I didn’t give into my want.  I also knew that the voice in my head was God and He was leading me to do His will and not mine.  Isn’t it wonderful to know that we have a God that really wants to lead us to uprightness, even when we don’t necessarily want to go there?  I don’t have a new leather binder this morning but I am okay with it because I still have that $40.00 in my bank account.  I consider that a savings, don’t you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Seek God’s will ladies, He wants to show us a better way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-750813794104500150?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/750813794104500150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/09/saturday-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/750813794104500150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/750813794104500150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/09/saturday-thoughts.html' title='Saturday Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-8982417893366248218</id><published>2007-07-14T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:15:17.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overwhelmed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Saturday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Sitting here this morning thinking of all the things I need to get done before the weekend is over and back to work I go. It is so tough some times to get motivated to move. My house has been full of activities all week, and even though my floors were mopped on Wednesday they look like they need mopped again. I thought when the boys got older that the messes would be less. Well….. I was wrong. I think the messes are bigger. Between laundry, dishes and just plain clutter my day will fly by. I think I’ll go get a pedicure with Tina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I did. I went and got a pedicure, stopped at the grocery store on the way back and now trying to finish this post. I have to smile now that I read the beginning of this post. This morning I was feeling a little overwhelmed, but after having a pedicure I am ready to take on the world. Amazing how a small thing that I do for myself changes my outlook. I know many times as women, we do and do for everyone else and forget to take care of ourselves. We forget to enjoy the day and let it fly by with busyness. Sometimes I am like an ostrich and bury my head in the sand when I am overwhelmed. But now I think that if I bury my head at least my toes are going to look good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Tell me how you take time for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Helvetica Neue';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-8982417893366248218?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8982417893366248218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/07/saturday-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/8982417893366248218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/8982417893366248218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/07/saturday-thoughts.html' title='Saturday Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-9199751893710527604</id><published>2007-05-03T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:40:42.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='begging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vow'/><title type='text'>The Vow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I was reading &lt;a href="http://biblegateway.com/bible?version=NIV&amp;amp;passage=1+Samuel+1"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px color:#000099;"&gt;1 Samuel 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this week and was intrigued by a story that I heard and read many times. Let me set the stage. Elkanah had two wives: Hannah and Peninnah (lets call her Peni). Two wives. What would possess a man to have two wives? Anyway, Peni had children with Elkanah but poor Hannah had none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Peni was jealous of Hannah because Elkanah loved her more. So, Peni made it her job to provoke Hannah until she cried. Just imagine, someone tormenting you with something you wanted more than anything in the world. Peni knew that Hannah wanted children and wasn’t able to conceive, so I would imagine some of the statements she would have made went something like, “Elkanah only gives you more portions because he feels sorry for you”, or “Too bad you can’t have children so that Elkanah would love you”. Maybe she said, “I wonder how much longer Elkanah will keep you as a wife, since you can not bare him children.” In any event, these words would cut to the very bone to someone with infertility problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Hannah didn’t run, but she allowed her sorrow to turn to bitterness. Her husband was distressed and began to question her love for him. Her desire for a child had her so bound, she lost all focus on life and couldn’t eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;While in the temple, Hannah began to cry out to God in sorrow. I can just image her on the ground weeping before the Lord. Begging Him for a child. Then, she made a vow, “O LORD Almighty, if you will only look upon your servant’s misery and remember me, and not forget your servant but give her a son, then I will give him to the LORD for all the days of his life, and no razor will ever be used on his head.” Well, God did remember her and blessed her with a son. Would she keep her vow to God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Not only did Hannah remember to keep her vow, she gave Samuel to Eli, the priest, to raise in the temple when he was just weaned. This had to be difficult for her to do. After all, she desperately wanted a child and finally received one. Yet, as she gave him to Eli she said, “As surely as you live, my lord, I am the woman who stood here beside you praying to the LORD. I prayed for this child, and the LORD has granted me what I asked of him. So now I give him to the LORD. For his whole life he will be given over to the LORD.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What vows have you made to the Lord? Have you kept your part of the vow when God answered with a ‘Yes’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-9199751893710527604?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9199751893710527604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/05/vow_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/9199751893710527604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/9199751893710527604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/05/vow_03.html' title='The Vow'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-5160108156452144808</id><published>2007-01-19T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:03:08.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><title type='text'>Sing to the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when they began to sing and to praise, the LORD set ambushments against the children of Ammon, Moab, and mount Seir, which were come against Judah; and they were smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://biblegateway.com/bible?version=NIV&amp;amp;passage=2+Chronicles+20%3A22"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #000099"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 Chronicles 20:22&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;A couple of months ago I awoke from a dream in the middle of the night. I was singing a song at the top of my voice. I was trembling as I laid in bed, in the dark, thinking about it. I didn’t want to go back to sleep. Dan woke as well and pulled me to him to stop my trembling. All I could think about is the song I was singing. “Jesus you are the savior of my soul, and forever and ever I give my praises to you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;In my dream, I was on a ship with several women and we were having a good time. Then one by one, women began to walk down to the below deck and not return. I began to miss them and went to see if I could find them. As my foot hit the first step down, I felt an evil presence. I tried to look to see what was below but couldn’t see past the darkness. It was then that I knew the women that went below were overtaken by this presence. As I turned to go back up the step I was grabbed from behind. I began to sing with a loud voice, “Jesus, you are the savior of my soul, and forever and ever I give my praises to you!” As I sang the presence was unable to hold on to me and I began to run. I ran quickly to where the other women were and noticed that I was being followed. As I reached the women I yelled to them to sing, and sing at the top of your lungs. As long as we were singing, this presence could not move toward us. But if we stopped it moved closer. I then woke from the dream singing this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I have pondered this dream and then began to search through the bible and found in &lt;a href="http://biblegateway.com/bible?version=NIV&amp;amp;passage=2+Chronicles+20%3A20-30"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #000099"&gt;2 Chronicles 20:20-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that Jehoshaphat appointed singers to go before the army to praise God. You see, the Lord spoke through Jahaziel earlier that Jehosphaphat should not fear those that have come against them because the battle belonged to the Lord. God told them to get in place and be still and see the salvation of the Lord. Then, as they began to sing and to praise, the Lord set ambushes against the enemy and they were killed. Wow! In my dream, as long as I sang this evil presence couldnt move toward me. God was holding him back. But as my mouth closed, he moved forward. So, I kept singing and sang to the top of my lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What about you? Are you in a battle? Are you singing? Have you taken your place in battle and stood still to see the salvation of the Lord? If you have done all you can to stand, just stand! And &lt;b&gt;SING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, you are the savior of my soul. And forever, and ever I give my praises to you. No matter what comes. No matter what the battle, I know that I have the promise that if I stand still Your salvation will be seen. I know that You are the redeemer of my soul. I know that You want to handle my battles. Help me to let go of my flesh and be still. Help me to SING. I love you Lord. Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;May God bless you this week and ambush your enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-5160108156452144808?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5160108156452144808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/01/sing-to-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/5160108156452144808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/5160108156452144808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/01/sing-to-lord.html' title='Sing to the Lord'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-3054247652052066289</id><published>2006-11-20T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:10:15.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "E" Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wherefore lift up the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://biblegateway.com/bible?version=NIV&amp;amp;passage=Hebrews+12%3A12"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #000099"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hebrews 12:12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Well, I did it. I decided to do the ‘E’ thing. It was a struggle to start, but now I have decided that I it must be a part of my life. Yup, I exercised. Last Thursday night, right after work, Dan and I walked back into the gym after a 6 month sabbatical and exercised. I tried to find reasons not to go. You know, my ankle hurt. I was too tired. Too many things to do. My flesh was weak. . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Two years ago Dan and I decided to join a gym to get fit. We felt that in order to enjoy our lives to the fullest, we must be able to breath. Of course, the more weight you have on your body and the less you move, the harder it becomes to breath. Out of the two years we have been members of “In Shape”, we have attended about 6 months. Isn’t that sad? Yes, I’m sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;So, Thursday morning I woke up and went to work knowing that my day would end at the gym. In many ways, I was excited to begin exercising. I remembered how great it felt earlier this year when I was able to exercise for longer periods of time as I became stronger. I remembered how it made me feel mentally that I was taking care of myself. This is where my motivation was coming from. This is what I was drawing on all day. I couldn’t wait to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;As 5:00 p.m. was approaching, my excitement started to turn to dread. I was tired, my ankle hurt, I had a lot of things to do at home and I didn’t want to go to the gym. I began telling myself I could start next week, but I knew next week would only put off the very thing I needed today. I was going to the gym if it killed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I arrived home and immediately went to get my workout clothes on. I knew if I didn’t go right away, I would talk myself out of it. I asked Dan if he was going with me, he wasn’t too excited about it, but he said he would go. My shoes didn’t feel right, my clothes were tighter than I remembered and my ankle was hurting but I was going to the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;When we arrived, we decided we had better start slow and get back into our routine. So, we jumped on the treadmills. At 3 miles an hour, my heartrate was where it needed to be and I was feeling good. Then…. I began to look around. This is a big mistake at a gym. You see all kinds of people, young and old, fat and skinny, fit and flabby. The guy next to me was running on the treadmill. The girl in front of me was walking fast on a steep incline. People behind me running on the cross trainers and I am only going 3 miles an hour. So, being the competitive person that I am I decided to speed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I moved my steps to 3.5 mph. Not a lot I am sure you are saying, but keep in mind I haven’t worked out in over 6 months. Within seconds I couldn’t breath. I broke out in a sweat (I hate to sweat, it’s not ladylike) and my heart rate climbed high. Of course I immediately slowed it back down to 3 mph, but my heart had already began rebelling so I was struggling to catch my breath for a few minutes. I glanced at the guy next to me who was running, and he wasn’t even breaking a sweat. How does he do that? Of course, he is able to do that because he does it so often and he has become &lt;i&gt;strong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The Lord began to show me that our spiritual life is the same way. That in order to become strong, we must exercise our faith. There are all kinds of people in the church as well. They are spiritually young, old, fat, skinny, fit and flabby. The young are energized and excited about being in the house of God. The old are tired, they have no energy and no longer feel needed in the house of God. The fat are content to sit in the pew and take in the word without excercising the faith or serving in ministry. The skinny only attend once in a while for a small morsal of the word. The fit are there for the long haul, they can run and not break a sweat. Now the flabby, they are dieters. They take in the word, starve a while and return to take in more only to starve again. So, which are you? Young, old, fat, skinny, flabby or fit? Which do you want to become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #000099"&gt;&lt;a href="http://biblegateway.com/bible?version=NIV&amp;amp;passage=Hebrews+12"&gt;Hebrews 12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; talks about how God disciplines his children. In order to make us strong, God must discipline us as a father disciplines his child. Discipline creates a right behavior. If we weren’t corrected or disciplined in our ways, we would always remain weak and unable to handle the trials of life. To become the fit man, we must be willing to exercise our faith daily. As we begin to make reading the word and praying a daily routine, we will begin to crave that which is good. Our spiritual muscles will become stronger and we will be able to graduate to a deeper understanding of God and His will. Our scripture of the week says, “wherefore lift up the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees”, we need to do the ‘E’ thing so we can strengthen our feeble arms and weak knees. As you begin your exercise program this week, remember to start where you are and don’t compare yourself to those around you. Ask Jesus to become your personal trainer and to assist you with increasing your endurance. That no matter what hill you must climb or what speed you must run, that you will be able to run and not faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 26.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica Neue"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My prayer&lt;br /&gt;Father, we lift up our feeble arms and we stand on our weak knees before you. Strengthen our bodies, both physically and spiritually. Lead us on a path of healthy living. Jesus, be our personal trainer. Help us to live a life of integrity as you have done. Help us to be strong and endure the tests of life. Be with us and guide us. Your ways are higher than ours, and your thoughts better than ours. We leave our lives in your hands. Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1332346160855559453-3054247652052066289?l=cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3054247652052066289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/11/e-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/3054247652052066289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1332346160855559453/posts/default/3054247652052066289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwcwomenofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/11/e-word.html' title='The &quot;E&quot; Word'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06668701066379119714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQP4EPYem0s/Se1rXg4H0DI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxLK8uX00eA/S220/Photo+269.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332346160855559453.post-8222720733404880005</id><published>2006-11-12T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T15:34:03.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fit'/><title type='text'>If It Doesn't Fit . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then Saul dressed David in his own tunic. He put a coat of armor on him and a bronze helmet on his head. &lt;br /&gt;David fastened on his sword over the tunic and tried walking around, because he was not used to them. “I cannot go in these,” he said to Saul, “because I am not used to them.” So he took them off. &lt;br /&gt;Then he took his staff in his hand, chose five smooth stones from the stream, put them in the pouch of his shepherd’s bag and, with his sling in his hand, approached the Philistine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://biblegateway.com/bible?version=NIV&amp;amp;passage=1+Samuel+17%3A38-40" title="Bible Gateway" style="color: rgb(202, 3, 180); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 Samuel 17:38-40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://biblegateway.com/bible?version=NIV&amp;amp;passage=1+Samuel+17%3A38-40" title="Open this passage in a new browser window" target="_new" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 5px; color: rgb(202, 3, 180); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cwcwomen.com/wp-content/new-window.gif" border="0" alt="Open Link in New Window" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am going to bare my soul ladies. A couple of weeks ago, I wore the wrong slip to church. Can any of you sympathize with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a id="more-27"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I woke up late and was running behind as I do most Sunday mornings. I’m not sure what it is about Sundays, but I just can’t seem to get up and move like I do Monday through Friday. Anyway, after the teeth brushing, shower, shampoo, blow dry, make-up and choose my clothes routine, I couldn’t find my slip. I know Oprah said we don’t need to wear them anymore, but I felt I needed one. Regardless of what Oprah says, my Mom taught me that a lady always wears a slip with a dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I searched through each of my drawers, in the closet, in the laundry room and even in Dan’s drawers. My slip couldn’t be found. So, I resorted to one of my older slips. One that was a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;tight. After thinking about it for a few seconds, I put it on and talked myself into thinking it fit. When I sat down to put on my shoes, it rode up. I pulled it down, and decided it wouldn’t do that at church and started out the door. Take my advise, if it doesn’t fit at home it definitely isn’t going to fit at church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I arrived at church just in time to pull my slip down and get to my Bible class. I pondered as to whether or not I should just remove the slip and go slip less. I decided once again, to keep it on. I walked quickly to class, sat in the same chair I always do and listened to the class discussion. Although this time, my slip was riding up to my waist. I slyly try to pull it down as I wiggle behind the table. I was successful on one side but not the other. I know of few people around probably wondered why I was wiggling so much, now you know. It was the slip. After class, I waited until almost everyone was gone and grabbed my slip and pulled it down one last time. So I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I walked into the sanctuary and begun walking around shaking hands with everyone. Much to my surprise, every step resulted in the slip moving up until it was to my waist. I went into the restroom and pulled it back down, admonishing myself for wearing a slip that was too small. Again, I wondered if I should just take it off. Of course I didn’t, I just knew this time it would stay down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Church began and I stood to sing. Now, I wasn’t moving much so I still don’t know how the walk from the restroom to stand in my seat once again caused my slip to ride up. I was grabbing it through my dress trying to get it down, wiggling mighty fine I am sure. It is an art, pulling your slip down through your dress. You pull your skirt up about 3 inches, grab a piece of the slip and pull your skirt down as you do a jig. You continue these steps until it is down and then repeat these steps on the other side. I didn’t look to see who was behind me, because I am sure it was quite a show watching me try to get a ‘too small’ slip down back over my hips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I shouldn’t have worn that slip. It didn’t fit. And because I wore it, I wasn’t able to think of anything else during that time. Of course I wouldn’t share this little incident if there wasn’t a story behind it. Many times we allow things in our lives to distract us without realizing it. In the case of my slip, because I was so adamant about wearing it, I was consumed with making one that was too small fit. Even when I knew before leaving the house that it wouldn’t stay down, I knew I couldn’t walk outside the house without one. Truth be told though, I didn’t need one with this particular dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When David was preparing to fight the Giant, Saul dressed David in his armor. I am sure the armor had saved Saul many times in battle and gave much needed protection, so he was offering it to David as he was moving into battle. Now, David was smarter than I was. He noticed right away that they didn’t feel right and that they would distract him, so he took them off and went to battle with the familiar things that worked for him in the past. He took his staff and his stones and walked out in the name of the Lord. He could have worn Saul's armor, but I wonder how the battle would have ended. Would he have been showing lack of faith at God’s protection? Would he have been distracted at the foreign armor and not able to move because it would fall down? Imagine David stepping out to slay the giant and then having to stop to pull down his breastplate. The inch trick wouldn’t work on that I am sure. And I doubt seriously that Goliath would wait for him to get it down in place. He would attack while David was distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How many times have we put on things in our life that caused distraction to what God wanted us to do? Did we put on anger, instead of patience? Hate instead of love? Doubt instead of faith? That in our distraction, the enemy attacked? Let's be like David, take off those protections that don't fit, and walk out in God's name with only those things God armored us with. The full armor of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My prayer:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Father, We lift up our lives today and ask for your mercy. Many times we put on armor that is too big and forget that you are in control. Help us to take up your armor only. The belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, out feet fit with the gospel of peace, the shield of faith, the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit. Give us wisdom to remove those things that are too small or too big and not try to make them fit. Keep us close in your love. Strengthen our faith. Challenge us to move outside our comfort zones and into your work under your name. 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