I Am NOT Sorry!

December 31, 2013

Okay, what does the title mean?  Well, I’m not sorry to see 2013 come to a close YET neither am I seeing it as a crushing defeat.  It simply was . . .

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I don’t like thinking “can’t wait for this year to end” because all life on earth is a mixture of what I wanted and what I didn’t want.  To think negatively on 2013 puts an unhealthy expectation on 2014.  I prefer to ask the Lord to enable me to know the gifts given to me on the journey and to show me the next steps to take with a happy heart.  My life doesn’t often change too dramatically but whether my heart soars or breaks is less about concrete details and more about hope in Him.

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Where Jesus Lives

December 31, 2013

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I read somewhere today that we should use our brains as our hearts know nothing. I am SOOO thankful that I know better. “They” can mess with your head and quote chapter and verse to prove their point. The Bible is often the weapon of choice. It is so often quoted out of context. But Jesus lives in my heart. When it is a happy heart He is there. When it is a broken heart He is there. When there are no answers, when there are only clouds, He holds the answers and He is the Son shining. The heart KNOWS because He lives there.


Creativity – Unique Gifts

December 31, 2013

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Now there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit; and there are varieties of services, but the same Lord; and there are varieties of activities, but it is the same God who activates all of them in everyone. To each is given the manifestation of the Spirit for the common good.   1 Corinthians 12:4-7  The good fruit we bear comes out of the uniqueness of who we are that is God’s gift to us. Together our uniqueness fills the gaps of our weaknesses and strengths in order that we may all be complete. Together we work for the benefit of one another and our posterity, ever enhancing and strengthening the faith of our community to the glory of God.

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He Raises Me Up

December 30, 2013


Uplift For Monday From Hillsong

December 30, 2013


The Widow Maker’s Choir

December 28, 2013

I am sitting in my lovely screened porch and thankful for SC late December weather which allows me to do so.  I look outside and see the tall tree in the yard knowing its bare branches will be full of new life in the not too distant future.

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Suddenly I am reminded of the words of a friend who said, not long ago that “it’s a widow maker, you know.”  With a bad arm and a bad foot, climbing up with a saw, not my talent anyway, is for sure not wise.  Having heard the forecast for heavy rain, wind, and potentially dangerous storms, I am wishing I knew a friend who could help me prepare and not knowing anyone, I am concerned about that heavy limb hanging low and oh so near to my home . . . nothing I can do.  Not money to hire anyone.  The storm will come or not and it has already put a damper on my joy.

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Then, I heard it.  The sweet yet strong voice of a bird singing high up among the bare branches.  The warned of storm is not here so I can easily hear its singing, yet study has taught me that its natural instinct likely means the bird is well aware of the storm not far from here.  Its music, though, is sweet!

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The bird moves to a lower branch and I see how tiny it is.  I see its delicate wings, its light feathers fluttering in the gentle afternoon breeze.  I am amazed at the colors . . . then I see another bird . . .

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I make note that the solo has become a duet and again am amazed anew at the beauty of this creature, so small and fragile.  What hand created it in such love and painstaking attention to detail?  But I already know the answer and smile when I recall a Word about the very topic on my heart.

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“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? ”  Matthew 6:25-27  I am awakened suddenly to the memory of another storm and recall sitting on my bed in fear as the wind crashed against everything in its wake.  In my mind I can hear the noise of the storm and the noise of my fear as I prayed for protection.  At first I wondered if I would hear an answer to my prayer and as my spirit grew quiet, I did hear it.  My answer came from Him yet through a tiny choir.  Storm or not and small and seemingly frail, the wee songbirds huddled on a branch knew the Master’s touch and felt His love and calmly sang their praises . . . and so do I.


Collective Work – Action

December 28, 2013

Amen!

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If a brother or sister is naked and lacks daily food, and one of you says to them, ‘Go in peace; keep warm and eat your fill’, and yet you do not supply their bodily needs, what is the good of that? So faith by itself, if it has no works, is dead.  James 2:14-26  No one and no thing stands alone. Together in faith, God is ever with us as we work according to what we believe in the One Spirit. Our faith is power, but together, faith and works is power in action.

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