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term='listen'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='career'/><category term='pancakes'/><category term='debt'/><category term='run'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>SHE Blogs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SHE Blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804229811441230525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-633438496164409578</id><published>2010-11-26T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:00:06.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simplify'/><title type='text'>Simplify My Life</title><content type='html'>Simplify has been a word that I have used for years. I have a sign in my dining room with that single word on it. I would even take time in my Bible study group near the Christmas season and spend several weeks at the beginning of the class going over ways that we can simplify our lives and enjoy them more. We have so much stuff, both materially and personally in our lives, that we are overloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like me, you have a difficult time saying no. I want to do it all! And many things are well worth doing, but “we can’t be everything to everybody and we can’t do it all. We will cheat our families, cheat ourselves or cheat God. And sometimes we cheat all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a list of your daily activities and rate them. See if you are lopsided in any one area? Decide if there is something that you might want to delete from that list. I know that sometimes there isn’t anything that can be taken off and we have to go through some stress days but you get my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need to say “no” the next time you are asked to head up a group or be involved in a task. Give yourself some down time to just listen to the Lord and by all means get into His Word. He misses you when you don’t have time for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make this perfectly clear -- I am not preaching at you, I am writing this entry for myself. Now if I will just listen to my own teaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 119:36, 37 says, “Turn my heart toward your statutes and not toward selfish gain. Turn my eyes away from worthless things; renew my life according to your Word.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Harvey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-633438496164409578?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/633438496164409578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/simplify-my-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/633438496164409578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/633438496164409578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/simplify-my-life.html' title='Simplify My Life'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-4254641739078816560</id><published>2010-11-24T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:00:06.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Who’s Speaking to Whom?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been talking to someone, sharing from the wealth of wisdom you’ve accumulated over your life, and realized God may be speaking directly to … YOU? That’s what happened to me over Labor Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I were in the UP and went kayaking one afternoon. Along the way, my youngest son was having trouble and started to get very frustrated. I could see that he was going down the wrong path so I paddled over to him, intending to help him calm down. When I got next to Matthew and before I even got one word out of my mouth, I could see I was in for a battle. He didn’t want to calm down or listen. The only thing of interest to him at that time was slamming his paddle and yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I tried to explain that he wouldn’t be able to get control of his kayak and make progress until he got control of himself and as I watched him pitching a fit -- ignoring my every word -- God opened my eyes and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there in my kayak, sharing my words of wisdom, I wondered how many times God has held on to my arm and spoken those same words to me. How many times have I pitched a fit and missed His attempts to calm my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Ever been in that boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Father in heaven, thank You for Your unending patience with me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Hossink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-4254641739078816560?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4254641739078816560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/whos-speaking-to-whom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4254641739078816560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4254641739078816560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/whos-speaking-to-whom.html' title='Who’s Speaking to Whom?'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-1269108987709897700</id><published>2010-11-22T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:00:06.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Taste of the Season</title><content type='html'>Fall is my absolute favorite season. I love the weather, colors, activities and of course the FOOD! Here is a yummy fall recipe that also happens to be figure friendly! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crusty Pork Tenderloin with Sweet Potato and Apple&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. pork tenderloin&lt;br /&gt;1 Tb. chopped fresh parsley&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. grated lemon zest&lt;br /&gt;1 garlic clove, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp. coarsely ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 large sweet potato, peeled and cut crosswise in 8 slices&lt;br /&gt;1 Tb. water&lt;br /&gt;1 apple cut into 6 wedges&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. packed dark brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preheat oven to 450 degrees. Spray a 9x13 inch baking dish with non-stick spray.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix the parsley, lemon zest, garlic, oil and ¼ teaspoon salt and pepper in a small bowl. Rub onto pork loin and place in dish. Let stand 5-10 minutes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meanwhile, place the sweet potato slices and water in a small microwaveable casserole dish. Cover and microwave on high until par cooked, about three minutes, and drain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place sweet potato slices and apple wedges around the pork. Lightly spray the sweet potato and apple with nonstick spray then sprinkle the sugar, cinnamon and remaining ¼ teaspoon salt. Roast until internal temperature of pork is 160 degrees and potatoes and apples are tender, about 30 minutes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For best results let pork rest for five minutes before slicing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;From:&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Dining for Two&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Weight Watchers&lt;/i&gt;, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Heriford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-1269108987709897700?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/1269108987709897700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/taste-of-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1269108987709897700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1269108987709897700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/taste-of-season.html' title='Taste of the Season'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-255759273773233134</id><published>2010-11-19T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:00:02.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='command'/><title type='text'>My Rock and My Redeemer</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Psalm 19:14: Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Thy sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t usually meditate on just one verse but this one caught my attention. Struggling with the words of my mouth is not uncommon for me and it seems like lately I’ve added the meditation of my heart to the list of areas in my life that I find hard to control. As I prayed over this verse, asking God to help me be more pleasing to Him in these areas, I started thinking about the end of the verse. Why did David include those two attributes of our Lord — my Rock and my Redeemer — with this particular verse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An answer came quickly to my mind. As my Rock, God is all the strength I need to use sweet words and have pure thoughts. And when I remember that He is my Redeemer and all that that means, it is easier for me to give grace to those around me. I more quickly realize that the Lord died for the driver who just cut me off and the waitress who can’t get my order right and the neighbor whose dog does his duty in my yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like God gave me the command and the way to fulfill it all in the same verse. Keeping my focus on what’s true and important, what never changes and the ultimate sacrifice that God made should help my thoughts and speech be more in line with God’s standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty Dextrom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-255759273773233134?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/255759273773233134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-rock-and-my-redeemer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/255759273773233134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/255759273773233134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-rock-and-my-redeemer.html' title='My Rock and My Redeemer'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-3258923003720093411</id><published>2010-11-17T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:00:03.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wise'/><title type='text'>Choose Your Circles Wisely</title><content type='html'>Do you notice your behavior or attitude change around certain people? Everyone has different circles of friends, and I have had mine: my circle of Christian friends, and then the trouble type friends who drank too much, and then the circle of friends that actually suffered from negativity just like me. You know what I found? When I hung out with my friends suffering from negativity and hopelessness it actually triggered an attitude of negativity and hopelessness in my life. It was as if we all had this contagious element that would spread and intensify when we hung out, even pulling the most positive of us back into the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my friends who liked to “go out” and spend their evenings and weekends drinking away, I always felt pressured to take shots or order drinks when they did. I was always sorry when I chose to go with them and waste my time with drunken people desperately searching for happiness in a place that only offers addiction and enslavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my last circle of friends — those who live their lives to glorify God. When I spend time with them I feel refreshed by their love, joy, and peace. Their joy doesn’t come from a bottle, but from God, and it is real and constant. Evenings spent at a coffee house, talking over things that are challenging us or ways that God is revealing Himself to us ministers to my spirit. When I leave I felt uplifted, hopeful, and excited for what the next day would bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to honor God with how you spend your very valuable time because it truly matters. Choose your circles wisely, and if any of you lacks wisdom, ask God for it! He will give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Perry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-3258923003720093411?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3258923003720093411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/choose-your-circles-wisely.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3258923003720093411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3258923003720093411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/choose-your-circles-wisely.html' title='Choose Your Circles Wisely'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-2409674370543188818</id><published>2010-11-15T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T00:00:02.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seek'/><title type='text'>In Search of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Some days I seem to love to complain. Imagine, for a minute, a fictitious storm cloud hanging directly over my head and following my every move. With every bolt of thunder or downpour of rain my mood gets darker and darker. I can blame my sour attitude on waking up on the wrong side of the bed, that wonderful monthly reminder that God made me a woman, or any multitude of reasons. I stomp my way through my day grumbling about having to pick up after my family, cook yet another meal, or make my way through the mountains of dirty laundry that seemed to have appeared overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the trenches of motherhood, or womanhood, is just plain hard sometimes but what would my life look like if everything I did was for the Lord? What if I didn’t complain about serving my family because those chores or duties weren’t really out of obedience to them but to the Lord? Wouldn’t life be simpler, and more joyful? Isn’t that what so many of us seek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Colossians 3:23 says:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people. Remember, that the Lord will give you an inheritance as your reward, and that the Master you are serving is Christ.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So trade in your storm cloud for sunshine because that inheritance that our Father promises is going to be AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole Richardson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-2409674370543188818?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/2409674370543188818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-search-of-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2409674370543188818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2409674370543188818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-search-of-sunshine.html' title='In Search of Sunshine'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-8620284911008922393</id><published>2010-11-12T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:00:09.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>As Close as a Whisper</title><content type='html'>I recently had surgery of a major degree and was pretty much home bound while healing. The word “home bound” to a person like me seems like a jail sentence; I love to be out and about and doing life. But I found that it was the best time of my life! Not because of catching up on all of my reading or TV, but having time with my Lord is what made it such a beautiful experience. He is as close as a whisper! And His Word never changes or never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a card with these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A physician will ask you how you feel and what your symptoms are. The Great Physician knows how you feel and understands what you are going through.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A physician will have you come to the office. The Great Physician will stay with you and never leave your side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A physician will treat you with the best medicine available. The Great Physician will treat you with the riches of His grace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A physician will send you a bill for services rendered. The Great Physician does His work without charge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A physician tries his very best to help you. The Great Physician assures you that your life couldn’t be in better hands!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am glad for doctors and medicine, but the One that gave them the knowledge to treat me is the One that I look to and whisper to in the middle of the night or day. He is my constant companion. A little down time is wonderful if you have Jesus by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hebrews 13:5b, 6 tells us, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you. So we say with confidence, ‘The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid.’”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Harvey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-8620284911008922393?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/8620284911008922393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-close-as-whisper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/8620284911008922393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/8620284911008922393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-close-as-whisper.html' title='As Close as a Whisper'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-2024421290252785006</id><published>2010-11-10T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:00:06.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>I Didn’t Know</title><content type='html'>My family and I were talking about Jesus the other night -- discussing who we believe He is, and who other people say He is. And I shared with my children who I used to think Jesus is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, I believed in God. I went to church. (Most Sundays. Unless I could convince my mom I was just too tired to get out of bed.) And I thought that’s where God lived. In my understanding, God lived in church and He didn’t come out. Just sat there and waited for us to come see Him on Sundays. I had no idea God was present in every day. Didn’t realize He was involved in every detail of my life. I just didn’t know He was more than a story we talked about on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my daughter asked me if I prayed when I was a child. And I told her I did! Before dinner and before bed. Again -- I did not know God wanted me to talk to Him about everything. I just didn’t know He cared about anything in my life besides thanking Him for my food and laying me down to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot begin to express my thankfulness for God’s grace and mercy toward me. He reached out to a young college student who didn’t know she was lost, who didn’t know she was missing the most amazing relationship there is, and He revealed Himself to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Jesus has come into my life, nothing has ever been the same. Now I know He is present in every moment, and I can trust Him with each one. Now I know He cares about everything, and I can talk to Him about it all. I’m so glad He has saved me from all I didn’t know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has your understanding of God changed over the years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Hossink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-2024421290252785006?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/2024421290252785006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-didnt-know.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2024421290252785006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2024421290252785006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-didnt-know.html' title='I Didn’t Know'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-2620766195355232631</id><published>2010-11-08T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T00:00:03.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Pain with a Purpose</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy has been quite an up and down experience! One time I got a waitress to get me half onion rings and half fries even though she said it was not allowed. Ahh … the perks of being a pregnant lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am getting “more” pregnant, I have one word for my growing body … uncomfortable! It seems I am moving slower, sleeping worse and getting more uncomfortable as the days go on. Sometimes I think I can actually feel my belly stretching. When I start to get grumpy or whiney (don’t ask my husband how often this happens), I try to remind myself this too shall pass. That there is a very worthy purpose for this pain and discomfort. That I am going through this process for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will also take us through this process. He will take situations in our life to grow and stretch us to bring us closer to him or teach us something. It is not always comfortable, in fact, sometimes it is just painful! But sometimes we have to go through tough times. I know it is the tough times in my life that have shaped me and taught me some tough lessons. Lessons you think you know about, but unless you have experienced it you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These growing periods are also a test of character. We can choose to whine and complain or to praise God. It makes me think of the song, Blessed Be the Name of the Lord.” The lyrics say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be your name&lt;br /&gt;In the land that is plentiful&lt;br /&gt;Where the streams of abundance flow&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be your name&lt;br /&gt;When I’m found in the desert place&lt;br /&gt;Though I walk through the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is God taking you through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Heriford&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-2620766195355232631?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/2620766195355232631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/pain-with-purpose.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2620766195355232631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2620766195355232631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/pain-with-purpose.html' title='Pain with a Purpose'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-6333366244204221094</id><published>2010-11-05T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:56:59.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas journey'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>As a follow up to Andrea’s testimony on Wednesday about the value of being involved in ministry, I want to make sure you are aware that sign ups for the Christmas Journey start this weekend after each service. This community outreach, which has become Trinity’s largest evangelistic effort, reaches 5,000 people every year. More than 600 volunteers from Trinity are needed to make this event happen. Whether you like to bake cookies, sew costumes, greet people, decorate or be part of the acting fun, sign up in the atrium on Saturday night or Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun opportunity is to get your small group or family together and serve as townspeople in Bethlehem or on Angel Hill, telling people about the good news of the Christ child born to us. It’s a great way to build community among your group or serve as a family. You can be a part of sharing the Good News of salvation with people who might be coming to hear God’s story for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you’re looking for something to do this holiday season that defines the real meaning of Christmas, look no further than participating in the Christmas Journey on December 3, 4, 5, 10, 11 or 12. Come for one night or all six! In addition to signing up at church, you can also sign up online at &lt;a href="http://www.trinitywired.com/cj"&gt;Trinity's website&lt;/a&gt;. I’ll be there and I hope to see you there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty Dextrom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-6333366244204221094?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/6333366244204221094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6333366244204221094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6333366244204221094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-3913951999536781295</id><published>2010-11-03T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T07:50:30.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Connect @ Church</title><content type='html'>Recently, I was early for church (that doesn’t happen as often as I would like), so I camped out in the atrium with my Styrofoam cup of coffee. The closer it came to the start of service, the more people started mingling and filling the atrium. Dozens filtered in and out and I didn’t recognize a face. For a few minutes I realized how lonely it could be for someone who wasn’t connected at Trinity to mingle before and after service. I had just decided to make another trip to the drinking fountain when I noticed someone I knew from the Worship Arts team. She smiled at me, mouthed “hi!” and waved from across the room. Then I noticed a group of friends that play flag football with me as part of Trinity’s Sports Ministry. As I crossed the atrium to say hello, I ran into a couple I met through Starting Point. Wow! I went from knowing no one in the room to being surrounded by friends in a matter of minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went in to the service a few minutes later I felt blessed to have so many friends in Christ that also share my love for Trinity. I regret that it took me three years before I got involved in ministry at Trinity, but now that I am connected through the ministries and programs, I am building stronger relationships with my brothers and sisters in Christ and feel more at home in my home church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage those of you who feel disconnected and alone at Trinity to check out &lt;a href="http://trinitywired.com/"&gt;Trinity’s ministry programs&lt;/a&gt; and find an area of ministry that interests you. Being active at Trinity is a wonderful way to meet people and develop Christ-centered relationships. If you are already connected, and like me are feeling blessed by the friendships you have at Trinity, I encourage you to reach out to others who may not have those relationships yet. They need you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Perry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-3913951999536781295?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3913951999536781295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/connect-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3913951999536781295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3913951999536781295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/connect-church.html' title='Connect @ Church'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-6321461276211676011</id><published>2010-11-01T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T07:50:23.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>The Beauty of the Seasons</title><content type='html'>I thank God every year for fall and winter. I believe it’s His way of slowing me down from the hustle and bustle of life. I appreciate the beauty of the leaves changing color, curling up in my favorite chair with a soft blanket and a mug of Hot Cocoa or the very first snowfall that is so enchanting. Darkness falls earlier and the colder air finds me seeking the warmth of my home more often. It is during those moments of stillness and rest that I hear my Father speak the most clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I see the very first signs of fall this is what I bake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orange Pumpkin Bread&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/3 C. shortening&lt;br /&gt;2 2/3 C. sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;3 1/3 C. flour&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. cloves&lt;br /&gt;1 (16oz.) can pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;2/3 C. water&lt;br /&gt;¼ C. orange juice&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. orange zest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream shortening; gradually add sugar. Beat on medium speed. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Add orange zest, juice, and water. Combine flour and next five ingredients. Add to creamed mixture, alternating dry ingredients with pumpkin. Beginning and ending with flour mixture. Spoon batter into two greased and floured 9x5x3 inch loaf pans. Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour 10 minutes or until toothpick comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole Richardson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-6321461276211676011?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/6321461276211676011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/beauty-of-seasons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6321461276211676011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6321461276211676011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/11/beauty-of-seasons.html' title='The Beauty of the Seasons'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-2264566968325456440</id><published>2010-10-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:00:11.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retreat'/><title type='text'>Finding Comfort in Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I Chronicles 4:40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found rich, good pasture, and the land was spacious, peaceful and quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you long for time alone in silence with your Abba in a tranquil natural setting? Last month I had the pleasure of joining a small group of ladies at &lt;a href="http://www.hermitagecommunity.org/"&gt;The Hermitage&lt;/a&gt; in Three Rivers Michigan. This was to be a silent retreat where talking and interaction with others was limited. The three-day trip consisted of time to pray, hike trails, journal and read. Initially I was resistant to the thought of being silent for two days, but gradually the quietness began to feel like a soft warm covering around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I see in scripture, God tells us to lead a quiet life filled with His Spirit to direct and guide us. When I choose to fill my days with so much noise and busyness, how can I expect His Spirit to work through this? The retreat at The Hermitage was just what I needed for extended quiet with Him, free from distractions. I felt like I was on a date with Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never taken a personal retreat, prayerfully consider it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Patry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-2264566968325456440?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/2264566968325456440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/finding-comfort-in-silence.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2264566968325456440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2264566968325456440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/finding-comfort-in-silence.html' title='Finding Comfort in Silence'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-3175994759887608397</id><published>2010-10-27T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:00:07.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heritage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy'/><title type='text'>HELP! I’m turning into my Grandma!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever said those words before? If it wasn’t your Grandma, perhaps it was your mother.&amp;nbsp;In any event at some time or another we will find ourselves behaving or saying something that reminds us of people we have known and loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I made terrific tomato soup. (I’ll give you the recipe if you ask). Since it made such a large amount I was looking for the best way to store it in the fridge so that large space was not taken up. A vision came to me … canning jars in Grandma’s fridge filled with who knows what! Clearly the solution was before me so I gathered a few jars, filled them and placed them in the fridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja-vu! I had turned into my Grandma! Pleasant thoughts filled my mind of her and the many ways she had poured into my life. That then caused me to think of the many relatives who are now in heaven who had also guided me either through their spoken words, lives lived, or choices made. It caused me to think of the verse in Hebrews that says, “And now we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses.” Put all these thoughts together and I am filled with joy for my heritage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So … if I am turning into my Grandma, I say, thank you, Lord. She not only showed me how to package soup but she lived a life grounded in God. She shared her soup with others and she practiced daily bible reading, faithful church attendance and much more. I’m glad she’s one the many witnesses surrounding me. I pray I can be as faithful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Who are you turning into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy Bytwerk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-3175994759887608397?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3175994759887608397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/help-im-turning-into-my-grandma.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3175994759887608397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3175994759887608397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/help-im-turning-into-my-grandma.html' title='HELP! I’m turning into my Grandma!'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-5206277160496020286</id><published>2010-10-25T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:00:06.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><title type='text'>Don’t Ask If…</title><content type='html'>The greeting of the day seems to be, “How are you doing?” But very few people want to hear your story and how you are really doing. They want the correct answer to be, “I’m doing great.” But that is not always the case, is it? There have been times in my life when I was asked that very question and my heart might have been breaking, but because I knew that they really didn’t want to know, they were just being polite, I would give the standard answer, “I’m doing fine.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask if you don’t really want to know! As Believers, we should be ready to listen with a patient heart … and sometimes their answer comes in silent ways; in their eyes or in their voice or in body language. Take time to look beyond the words and really hear what they are saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in such a “Drive Thru, Do it Quick” world and we can’t or we won’t take the time to listen, hear and genuinely care about our sisters and brothers. There are folks out there that are dying to be heard and cared about … be that someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 12:9-13 says, “Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patent in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with God’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you say the words, “How are you doing?” Remember; don’t ask if you don’t really want to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Harvey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-5206277160496020286?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/5206277160496020286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-ask-if.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5206277160496020286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5206277160496020286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-ask-if.html' title='Don’t Ask If…'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-3788539965648082981</id><published>2010-10-22T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T05:44:59.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delight'/><title type='text'>I Don’t Want to Want What I Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this verse ever confused you? I used to think it meant that if I did enough to please God, He would give me all the things I thought would make me happy. Yes, I had the notion that God might be given to manipulation. If I did the right things, I thought I could get what I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful God doesn’t think the way I do. And I am grateful for the godly people He has brought into my life who have helped me understand that verse more accurately. God is not given to manipulation. He doesn’t change. The truth is, I’ve learned I am the one who needs changing. And as I lean into Him more — as I seek to know God and become more like Him — He changes my heart so my desires are His. I pursue the things of God and He shapes that which my heart desires. That is —&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; He gives me the desires of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concept became clear to me recently when I was praying about some things I’ve desired. It occurred to me that my longings might not be in line with God’s. And in the middle of my prayer I found myself saying, “God, I don’t want to want what I want. I want to want what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; want!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to be so close to God’s heart that the things I desire are the same things He desires. Yes. That is what I want. What do you want today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Hossink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-3788539965648082981?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3788539965648082981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-want-to-want-what-i-want.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3788539965648082981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3788539965648082981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-want-to-want-what-i-want.html' title='I Don’t Want to Want What I Want'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-4494130690695277817</id><published>2010-10-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T00:00:07.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Sting’s Red Letter Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, I’ll be watching you. Every single day, every word you say, every game you play, every night you stay, I’ll be watching you. Oh can’t you see, you belong to me. How my poor heart aches, with every step you take. Every move you make, every vow you break, every smile you fake, every claim you stake, I’ll be watching you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do these lyrics seem familiar? Do you think Sting knew that those could be the very words of our Heavenly Father? I heard this on the radio recently and I thought to myself, “Oh my gosh, that’s like God. He sees, watches and experiences everything with me. And I know I’ve made His poor heart ache a time or two!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since you’ve gone I’ve been lost without a trace. I dream at night, I can only see your face. I look around but it’s you I can’t replace. I feel so cold and I long for your embrace. I keep calling ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part might be a stretch, but imagine The Lord longing for us to spend time with Him every day. And we don’t. He’s the lover of our soul ... why wouldn’t He be in agony when He’s not with us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music moves me. Really, it reaches in and does something to me. I know these lyrics aren’t biblical and I highly doubt Sting meant them the way I do. But I’d like to imagine them in Red Letters straight from the mouth of my Savior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-4494130690695277817?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4494130690695277817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/stings-red-letter-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4494130690695277817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4494130690695277817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/stings-red-letter-day.html' title='Sting’s Red Letter Day'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-617306938092501408</id><published>2010-10-18T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:00:05.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithfulness'/><title type='text'>Ebenezer — A Stone of Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/TLRgIPSQKdI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/PPO7y8PgVh0/s1600/ebenezer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/TLRgIPSQKdI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/PPO7y8PgVh0/s1600/ebenezer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Samuel 7:12 Then Samuel took a stone and set it up between Mizpah and Shen. He named it Ebenezer, saying, "Thus far has the LORD helped us." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently God challenged me with this verse by considering how many times I keep track of disappointments rather than victories in life. In I Samuel, we see how, as a result of repentance, God was faithful to provide victory for the Israelites over the Philistines. In response to this, Samuel sets up a stone that he calls an Ebenezer or “stone of help.” This stone served as a reminder of God’s faithfulness to His children for many generations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to short-term memory, mine is the worst! God knows I need reminders of things to keep me on track with the “gazillion” things going on. I need regular visual reminders of Gods past provisions, whether those are rocks, songs, journal entries, or regular “pop-ups” on my Outlook Calendar. We cannot trust God with new challenges if we fail to forget His mighty works from the past! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you use as your Ebenezer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Patry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-617306938092501408?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/617306938092501408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/ebenezer-stone-of-help.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/617306938092501408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/617306938092501408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/ebenezer-stone-of-help.html' title='Ebenezer — A Stone of Help'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/TLRgIPSQKdI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/PPO7y8PgVh0/s72-c/ebenezer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-5057730844438175026</id><published>2010-10-15T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:00:11.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='focus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Listen Up, Wiggle Worms!</title><content type='html'>I was reading a story to my five-year-old nephew the other day while he was sitting on my lap. The child would not stop fidgeting and moving and wiggling. I remember my dad calling me a wiggle worm on more occasions than I can count and I think I understand what he meant! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan was paying attention – mostly – and he wasn’t being bad. He just couldn’t seem to keep his little behind in one place. It drove me crazy and certainly distracted me from the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was thinking about that, it hit me – that’s me with God. My body might not physically move all around when I’m talking to Him or reading His Story but my mind sure does. Since I’m often sitting near a window when I spend time in the Word, I can find my mind wandering from “I wonder what that crow is doing” to “the neighbors let their cute little dogs out.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lack of focus drives me crazy; I can only imagine how frustrated God is by it. Not surprised but saddened nonetheless. And while I know He doesn’t get distracted by my inability to sit my mind still, I wonder how much of His message I miss out on. Experience has taught me that I hear God much more effectively when I shut out the daily distractions of life. What I am I missing when my thoughts of Him are interrupted with, “I really need to trim those hedges”? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are useful ways you’ve found that help you focus during your time with God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty Dextrom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-5057730844438175026?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/5057730844438175026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/listen-up-wiggle-worms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5057730844438175026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5057730844438175026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/listen-up-wiggle-worms.html' title='Listen Up, Wiggle Worms!'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-1223183092757127234</id><published>2010-10-13T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:00:09.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Hoarding</title><content type='html'>Recently I was watching the show Hoarders … and having nightmares! Has anyone ever seen that show? These people hold on to stuff, stuff and more stuff. They often have no living area and little paths to get from room to room (to put it mildly). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the show it was clear that the “stuff” was filling some kind of hole in the person. It made me feel really sad for them -- thinking about how those people were so troubled and that I was so disturbed about the situation that they were in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Holy Spirit must have hit me upside the head and said something like “Hello Michelle! Wake up! You do the same thing!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t be afraid to come over my house; I am not a hoarder. My “stuff” is just packaged differently. It made me think about how we all try to fill our God-shaped hole. Do we fill it with food, TV, work, service or even relationships? Non-Christians also have this God-shaped hole that they are desperately trying to fill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me to the chorus of a song by the group Plum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a God-shaped hole in all of us &lt;br /&gt;And the restless soul is searching &lt;br /&gt;There’s a God-shaped hole in all of us &lt;br /&gt;And it’s a void only HE can fill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am constantly looking at my life and trying to identify the “stuff” that I try to fill this hole with. But the way to fill the God-shaped hole really is easy -- fill it with God! This is my prayer for all of us ladies: to be able to first identify the “stuff” and then to replace it with the only hole satisfier -- God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Heriford&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-1223183092757127234?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/1223183092757127234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoarding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1223183092757127234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1223183092757127234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoarding.html' title='Hoarding'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-3586179200714698097</id><published>2010-10-11T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:00:07.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='direction'/><title type='text'>Looking Back … Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>This morning I sat down at the computer to write to all of you out of what God has been doing in my life. I decided to look back through my readings in the Bible over the past months and share some biblical truths I had underlined. So here are a few of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop doubting and believe.” John 20, Jesus speaking to Thomas after the resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You have made known to me the paths of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence.” Acts 2, Peter quoting King David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now this is eternal life: that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.” John 17:3, Jesus speaking to His disciples before His death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stand Firm!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If he comes suddenly, do not let him find you sleeping. What I say to you, I say to everyone: Watch!” Matt. 24, Mark 13, Luke 21, Jesus speaking to His disciples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I meditate on all of these thoughts together they point me in a direction of how to live. Whether I am discouraged -- I do get that way from time to time -- aimless, drowning in lack of assurance or just plane being lazy, all I need to do is look in His word for help and then start moving in the direction He is pointing me to and life will be promising again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What direction are you heading in today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy Bytwerk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-3586179200714698097?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3586179200714698097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/looking-back-moving-forward.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3586179200714698097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3586179200714698097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/looking-back-moving-forward.html' title='Looking Back … Moving Forward'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-897532587485003572</id><published>2010-10-08T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:00:03.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><title type='text'>The Good Old Days</title><content type='html'>By saying, “The Good Old Days,” it makes me sound like I am really old! Well, I’m not young, but I don’t really think of myself as old either. But using this silly computer makes me want to go back to the days when people actually called each other on the phone and wrote letters now and then. I was trying to send a document to my Historical Society (I am the secretary) and I got so frustrated that I could have screamed. The only thing that kept me from crying was to have my husband try to do it and he failed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I are headed for Hawaii in the morning (I know that you feel sorry for me) and I have so much to do. I think of myself as a pretty organized person, with a list of tasks to take care of. All I needed to do was to send out one tiny document and it blew away my schedule. Can you identify with me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted a computer. I said that I would never own one and now I have three. I asked for a notebook computer for Mother’s Day and my husband, Jim, bought me one to use at the Coffee Shop for my “Coffee Ministry” and on vacations. What was I thinking? They cause me undo stress except for e-mailing -- I love to e-mail my friends and family. I know that I am rambling on but isn’t that what blogs are for sometimes? Pray for me please. Hebrews 10:25b says, “but let us encourage one another.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling much better now…God bless you Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Harvey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-897532587485003572?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/897532587485003572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-old-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/897532587485003572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/897532587485003572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-old-days.html' title='The Good Old Days'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-7404326232501268523</id><published>2010-10-06T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:00:07.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gps'/><title type='text'>Communication Lessons from a GPS</title><content type='html'>Have you ever used a Global Positioning System while you’re driving? They’re pretty nice. Just type in the address of your destination and leave the navigating to “Daisy.” (Or whatever name you may have given to your new driving buddy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the time my GPS didn’t realize the highway she wanted me to take was closed for construction, my trusty gadget has never failed me. She has taught me much about listening and obeying. She has patiently told me where to turn and when to stop, and I have been thankful for her assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a recent outing, however, I discovered my GPS also had something to teach me about communication. Those of you who have experience with these devices will know what I mean. We missed a turn and — with a voice as calm and pleasant as she always uses — the GPS simply said, “Recalculating.” But the driver was busy talking (of course, it wasn’t me!) and missed the next turn. Still in that patient voice, the GPS said, “Recalculating.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t raise her voice, add a sharp edge to her tone, or start throwing out insults. She simply drew our attention to the fact that we’d missed the target and let us know she was going to be re-directing us in the way we needed to go. Any other moms, wives, friends, teachers, people-who-have-to-talk-to-people out there recognize the lesson I learned from the GPS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Hossink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-7404326232501268523?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7404326232501268523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/communication-lessons-from-gps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7404326232501268523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7404326232501268523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/communication-lessons-from-gps.html' title='Communication Lessons from a GPS'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-944174252648354387</id><published>2010-10-04T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T07:27:51.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>A Book and Its Cover</title><content type='html'>I recently attended my 25th high school class reunion. I was anxious about it but also excited. I wasn’t really a “popular” kid in high school. I wasn’t un-popular. I just had my friends and we did our thing, more of a bad girl than anything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband encouraged me to talk to those that I wouldn’t normally talk to in high school or that I wasn’t friends with back then. So, I did! It was a really fun time -- took me back several years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward two weeks and a few of us girls decided to meet for coffee. I suggested we invite a girl whom I wasn’t friends with in school. She did pom-poms and dated jocks; I smoked cigarettes and listened to Led Zeppelin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all began to share about our lives, and then we started talking about high school and the years after. She shared how un-perfect her life was back then, her struggles, her family issues, her own issues. How I had assumed wrong! I had looked at her and thought she had this perfect little life from a perfect little family. She shared that it had been anything but that. As I shared what my life was like during those years and the question was asked, “Sally, what happened, how did you change all of that?” I was able to tell them I had become a born-again Christian, which led her to tell me that she had recently become a Christian as well. I was encouraged and touched by her story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That old adage “&lt;em&gt;don’t judge a book by its cover&lt;/em&gt;” rang so true to me. Not only does time have a way of changing things, but so does Jesus. My reunion ended up being a reminder to not look at the outside of people’s lives, but to look through the junk and into the heart, just like Jesus does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-944174252648354387?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/944174252648354387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/book-and-its-cover.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/944174252648354387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/944174252648354387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/book-and-its-cover.html' title='A Book and Its Cover'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-6322849665929023669</id><published>2010-10-01T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:00:10.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jan johnson'/><title type='text'>A Little of Jan</title><content type='html'>A few years ago, the Women’s Ministry at Trinity brought in author and speaker Jan Johnson to speak at our women’s retreat. She was one of the most interesting and depthy women’s speaker I had heard in many years. Since then I have read her books &lt;i&gt;Savoring God’s Word and Enjoying the Presence of God&lt;/i&gt;. They have given me a deeper understanding of God and His desire for me to spend time with Him. I would love for you to read her thoughts along with me so when you get the time, please check out her &lt;a href="http://www.janjohnson.org/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan puts out a monthly e-mail called &lt;i&gt;Wisbit&lt;/i&gt; that is filled with meaty bits from God’s word. I have no doubt that she will challenge and encourage you as you go through your daily walk with God. A little of Jan will brighten your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy Bytwerk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-6322849665929023669?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/6322849665929023669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-of-jan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6322849665929023669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6322849665929023669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-of-jan.html' title='A Little of Jan'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-1289320056909370264</id><published>2010-09-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:00:03.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='direction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Luck or Lord?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those days when you were in the right place at the right time? I have those moments a lot! Some would say it is just a coincidence, or luck, but I am not a lucky person (see my blog entry about my fall). So I don’t believe it is luck, and these moments happen far too often to be just coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I took over a case at work and didn’t feel like I needed to see the patient quite yet. They were not ready to hear the options for care I had to offer them, even though my option was really the only one they had. I finally decided that I was going to go see this patient, introduce myself and spend some time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to see the patient at 2 p.m. The nurse said “Oh, you are here for the meeting.” “What meeting?” I asked. “The big family meeting,” she answered. I had no idea a family meeting was scheduled, but I attended it anyway. During the meeting I got to be a support to this patient and family and inform them of how I could help. It went great, and I think I am going to be able to help this patient be more comfortable during the last part of their life here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have mentioned this before, but this situation reminds me again that God is always at work around us! He is always working in me and working for the good of those that I care for. We serve an amazing and loving God! Our God consistently puts us in the right place at the right time to minister to His people and to accomplish His work and luck has nothing to do with it. Incredible! God, thank You for Your direction in my daily life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Heriford&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-1289320056909370264?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/1289320056909370264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/luck-or-lord.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1289320056909370264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1289320056909370264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/luck-or-lord.html' title='Luck or Lord?'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-1159011823081110469</id><published>2010-09-27T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T15:49:00.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Where Has the Time Gone?</title><content type='html'>I was rushing around recently getting ready for a trip to visit my son, Ryan, and his family. They live in Libertyville, Illinois, on Sunnyside Lane. Now doesn’t that sound like it is right out of a movie? I don’t like traveling around Chicago to get there, but once we are there, it is a lovely community. Sounds a lot like life on our way to heaven, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to reminisce and have thought a lot about Ryan this morning. It was just yesterday (seems like) that he was a little boy standing at my side watching me put on my make-up. Now, I am on my way to see his kids — George, eight; Andrew, six; and little Sarah who is four years old. Where did the time go? I mean it, where did it go? I just want to say to life … SLOW DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why we must take each minute to enjoy and not rush past the lovely times that will someday be our memories. Stop and “make some memories.” Those are not always the big Disney World trips. They can be walking in the yard and examining — really looking — at the flowers and in our yard, looking at the mole holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was sitting on my porch swing facing our side yard. At that very moment, all was at peace and I was just wallowing in the good feeling of the sun, the swing’s movement and the beauty of God’s nature. Are you moving too fast these days and enjoying life less? Stop and take a deep breath, walk a little slower and enjoy the trip. The trip through life that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Harvey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-1159011823081110469?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/1159011823081110469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-has-time-gone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1159011823081110469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1159011823081110469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where Has the Time Gone?'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-5251220592737160338</id><published>2010-09-24T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:00:07.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Beauty from Pain</title><content type='html'>It’s funny how life can be daisies and sunshine and then, in the matter of a few hours, something happens that breaks your heart and steals your joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I memorized chapters out of the book of 2 Corinthians, and lately this verse has just been on replay in my mind: &lt;i&gt;“We are pressed on every side, but not crushed.” (2 Cor. 4:8)&lt;/i&gt; Sometimes I feel crushed. My life is not perfect, and sometimes I feel so lonely and overwhelmed that I want to give up, stay in bed, and just forget the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told that God sees each tear that falls from our tired, swollen eyes, and, yet, sometimes He feels so far away when we’re hurting. We must separate our emotions from reality, though, and remember that regardless of how we feel, God promises that when our dreams go up in smoke, He’ll trade in beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness (that comes straight from Isaiah 61).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these lyrics from Superchick. The song is called Beauty from Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wonder why God lets me walk through this place&lt;br /&gt;And though I can’t understand why this happened&lt;br /&gt;I know that I will when I look back someday&lt;br /&gt;And see how You’ve brought beauty from ashes&lt;br /&gt;And made me as gold purified through these flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dear heart, when you don’t feel like getting out of bed in the morning, and you’ve lost sight of your precious dreams, have faith! Joy comes in the morning, and God is faithful and able to restore and mend your broken heart. You will be stronger and radiate more beauty and love than before ... just give Him time to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Perry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-5251220592737160338?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/5251220592737160338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/beauty-from-pain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5251220592737160338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5251220592737160338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/beauty-from-pain.html' title='Beauty from Pain'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-570749152340683854</id><published>2010-09-22T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:00:07.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darkness'/><title type='text'>When Darkness is NOT Dark</title><content type='html'>I am memorizing Psalm 139 this year. On the first and fifteenth of each month I begin a new verse and spend the next two weeks thinking about that verse, asking God what He wants to say to me through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going so slowly through the psalm has been a tremendous blessing to me. And although I've been ‘past’ verse 12 for some time now, it is the blessing of that verse that I want to share with you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“… even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.” Psalm 139:12&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I spent time mulling over this verse, I was struck by the opposites: darkness/not dark, night/day, darkness/light. Regarding the darkness/not dark contrast, I was reminded that the things in my life that appear dark to me are not dark to God. He is not overwhelmed by the things that are overwhelming to me. Situations that are scary to me are not scary to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had fun considering the opposites of night/day and darkness/light. When it comes to God and my circumstances, that which is confusing to me is clear to Him. When I don’t know what to do, God has perfect wisdom. Situations that are too much for me to handle are easy for God. Ahhh, what a blessed assurance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What darkness are you facing today? Can you put a name on your circumstance (e.g., uncertainty, fear, chaos) and then come up with the opposite way God feels about it (e.g., clarity, confidence, peaceful)? As you look to God in the midst of your mess, I pray you will be encouraged to know that He can handle it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Hossink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-570749152340683854?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/570749152340683854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-darkness-is-not-dark.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/570749152340683854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/570749152340683854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-darkness-is-not-dark.html' title='When Darkness is NOT Dark'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-7221622955603080843</id><published>2010-09-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:00:02.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><title type='text'>Second Class Pancakes</title><content type='html'>Usually toward the back of any parenting magazine is a section where people have written in with funny things their kids have done or said. My son, Zachary, at nine years old is somewhat of a comic genius. He says the most hilarious things. Recently, we were finishing up a rather hectic breakfast. I was trying to get Zach plus the two children I was babysitting that day fed and out the door to run a few errands. I was admittedly frazzled, rushed and probably short on patience. Our conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach: “Mom, you make the second best pancakes in the world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Only, second best. Who makes the best?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach: “Well, Dad of course.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Well, Zach let me let you in on a little secret. We use the same recipe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach: “Well, Dad still makes the best, but don’t worry Mom because yours are still better than McDonald’s. Theirs are awful!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment all my frazzled, impatient feelings flew out the window and I just laughed! Even though my pancakes came in second in Zach’s taste test, they ranked higher than McDonald’s, which is the epitome of high-class-food for a lot of kids. I love my son more than words can express. He makes me smile on a daily basis. His laughter and random remarks are often the highlight of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 127:3 says: “Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God every day for the reward of Zachary but mostly, I thank him for Zach’s sense of humor. It often makes a difficult day disappear in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole Richardson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-7221622955603080843?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7221622955603080843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/second-class-pancakes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7221622955603080843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7221622955603080843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/second-class-pancakes.html' title='Second Class Pancakes'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-955301609986203481</id><published>2010-09-17T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:00:04.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book club'/><title type='text'>A Shameless Plug</title><content type='html'>I thought I would use my blog space this month to promote the Trinity Church Book Club. I’ve discovered that many people don’t even know it exists! We’ve been meeting once a month since 2003 and, as an avid reader, I’ve really appreciated the opportunity to read books I wouldn’t have read before. I’ve been exposed to new authors, new Christian heroes, and have greatly enjoyed meeting women at Trinity I may not have met outside of this group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The format is simple. In November, we meet to choose 11 books for the following year from three categories — fiction, biographies and Christian living. We meet the last Tuesday of every month, except for December, in a very casual atmosphere. You don’t have to commit to coming every month, and we take turns leading the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we don’t study the Bible, I often come away challenged on biblical ideas or my thoughts on a certain topic. Hearing others’ opinions and experiences has a way to making me think differently. It helps get me outside of my box and see things in a new perspective. The group is open in sharing their opinions and thoughts and we don’t always agree. But we always appreciate the other person’s viewpoint and what it adds to the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like to read and would enjoy discussing your thoughts on books with other readers, I’d invite you to come to one of our meetings and check it out. If you are interested, the books we have left on the schedule this year are &lt;i&gt;Walking from East to West&lt;/i&gt; by Ravi Zacharias, &lt;i&gt;Abba’s Child: the Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging&lt;/i&gt; by Brennan Manning and &lt;i&gt;Beaded Hope&lt;/i&gt; by Cathy Liggett. You can reply to this blog or &lt;a href="mailto:pattyd16@yahoo.com"&gt;send me&lt;/a&gt; a message if you want more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty Dextrom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-955301609986203481?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/955301609986203481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/shameless-plug.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/955301609986203481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/955301609986203481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/shameless-plug.html' title='A Shameless Plug'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-5738253974924528770</id><published>2010-09-15T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T00:00:04.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><title type='text'>A Fresh Coat of Paint</title><content type='html'>We recently had our house repainted; it was long overdue. The house itself was lemon yellow and the soffit and trim were all deep brown. If Lou Rawls had sung a 70s song about a house, it would have been ours! I painted strips of colors all over the house and finally decided on Khaki Green and Mississippi Delta — beautiful tone-on-tone colors that brought new life and made me instantly feel better about our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house reminded me of my life as a woman. I spent $120 on new makeup last year because I’d had a hysterectomy, gained weight and needed something new to make me feel pretty and womanly. I’ve done the same with hair, clothes … and mostly it works … for a while. But even with a makeover, we still can’t escape ourselves. You know, the part of us inside that really bugs us so we try to distract ourselves from ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you don’t know about our house is that the inside is still a mess. There is one whole bathroom that gets mold around the tub, the tile is mildewed and soggy, the mirror is broken, and the lights hang from the ceiling. The kitchen has chipped tile; a mushy, stained countertop; and a stove that doesn’t work right. But, if you just drive by or stay outside, you wouldn’t know that the inside needs work because the outside looks so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see where this is going? The spiritual part of this blog is this: Go ahead, Girls, and make yourself feel pretty, but don’t ever neglect the inside and being honest about what ick is in there. Then, enlist all the help you can from Father God, His Son Jesus, and the Holy Spirit so that the “fresh coat of paint” you just put on isn’t a cover up, but a reflection of what’s on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-5738253974924528770?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/5738253974924528770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/fresh-coat-of-paint.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5738253974924528770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5738253974924528770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/fresh-coat-of-paint.html' title='A Fresh Coat of Paint'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-2656689230420658821</id><published>2010-09-13T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:00:01.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><title type='text'>Humble Pie</title><content type='html'>I was served up a piece of humble pie the other day. I was picking out some shoes to wear to work. At first I put on the sensible ones, but then decided on the cuter heels, thinking it was going to be the last time I could wear them for a while since I am pregnant (did I tell everyone that I am pregnant?!). Something told me not to wear them, but I did anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around noon that day I was in a rush to get to an appointment and while walking twisted my foot and fell! No glamorous story — just walking along, not paying attention, my heel twisted a little and I bit the dust. Of course there were tons of people in the hall who all rushed to help this poor pregnant chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and tried to laugh it off, but as I walked I knew I was not okay. I had hurt my foot. Needless to say, I had to go to the OB ward before I could get my foot looked at and landed one week’s worth of work restrictions. I was humiliated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in the OB ward getting monitored (baby and I are just fine, by the way), I began to analyze the situation. I decided it all came down to vanity and pride. The Holy Spirit told me to wear the sensible shoes, but no, I had to look cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my lesson for that day was: &lt;i&gt;Pride comes before the fall&lt;/i&gt; (Proverbs 16:18) and &lt;i&gt;Get down on your knees before the Master; it’s the only way you’ll get on your feet&lt;/i&gt; (James 4:10 The Message). A little cheeky but the lesson was obvious. I need to pay attention and keep in step (with flats) with what God is telling me to do. Anyone with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Heriford&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-2656689230420658821?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/2656689230420658821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/humble-pie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2656689230420658821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2656689230420658821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/humble-pie.html' title='Humble Pie'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-7377660454920035589</id><published>2010-09-10T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:00:03.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>A New Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves. Love never fails. I Corinthians 13: 4-8&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband retired in July. Tell me, Ladies, is that a good thing or a bad thing? Shortly after we were married, 41 years ago, my father-in-law retired. From that day on, my dear mother-in-law had no life of her own, except for when Dad went fishing. I watched their lives and I feared the day that my guy would retire. So we began to discuss retirement early on and how we would handle it, making sure that Jim understood that I had a life and that it was important for me to do my own thing. And that he could not move me to Florida or somewhere away from my friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim has worked in education for 42 years and he has accomplished great things. He even has a building named in his honor. But when it comes to the home, that has always been my territory and it will take me a while to share it. Do I sound like a selfish, spoiled child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, Jim and I have the most wonderful marriage that you can ever imagine and I know that this new chapter of our life will be just as good as the other chapters have been. I have said many times that I feel sorry for anyone that isn’t us … we are so in love! So, I am not afraid of this new adventure. God has a plan for our retirement, just like He has always guided our lives. I will keep you posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Harvey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-7377660454920035589?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7377660454920035589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-adventure.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7377660454920035589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7377660454920035589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-adventure.html' title='A New Adventure'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-3850047308293114881</id><published>2010-09-08T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T05:38:18.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>True Friendships</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago while talking with a good friend, I asked her what God had been teaching her. As she began to share her heart with me, I noticed something stirring in me wanting to grow in those same areas. The picture that came to mind was of two trees, standing side by side in the deep woods, weathering storms of life while simultaneously striving to grow roots of strength and support. Her love for others helped to break through selfish attitudes I had overlooked in myself and had become too blind to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, through the power and love of the Holy Spirit, we were able to encourage and pray for one another. It wasn’t just about the coffee that day. It was about the incredible transformation of life that results when two hearts are willing to be vulnerable and transparent. When God’s grace and love are welcomed into a friendship, new life and new growth can result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a part of the body of Christ, we are called to grow into His likeness, through His Spirit’s enabling, as well as build up and support each other in the body. Paul reminds us in Ephesians 4:16: &lt;em&gt;From him [Christ] the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work. God has not called us to run this race alone, but He has graciously given us the body to provide encouragement, support, care and even correction at times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for the friends God has placed into my life. Whenever I am tempted to think I can make it through this world on my own, I need to remember those precious times of fellowship from the past — “where two or more are gathered, He was in the midst of it all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Patry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-3850047308293114881?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3850047308293114881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/true-friendships.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3850047308293114881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3850047308293114881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/true-friendships.html' title='True Friendships'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-4067548046191122359</id><published>2010-09-06T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T05:27:32.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zion'/><title type='text'>You Have to See This!</title><content type='html'>Two years ago, I drove with my son Bryan on his 2,000-mile trek back to vet school in California. Always the adventurers, we spontaneously decided one day to go 140 miles out of our way to visit Best Friends, a well-known animal shelter nestled in the mountains of Southern Utah. To return to the interstate, we cut through Zion National Park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove through Zion as the sun was setting and were absolutely stunned by its breathtaking beauty. Towering red rock formations surrounded us, glowing in the mellow end-of-day sunlight; we wound on switchback curves and drove through a mountain tunnel constructed in the Depression era. The park was pristine, unspoiled by human presence other than the road snaking its way alongside the clearest river I’d ever seen. As we slowly wound our way through the Park, I turned to Bryan and exclaimed, “We have to come back here someday so Dad and Kevin can see this!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often good intentions never materialize, but two months ago, the four of us actually did vacation in Zion. As we hiked through cool mountain passes; felt the spray of sparkling waterfalls on our arms and faces; and gazed at incredible, colorful rock formations, I said to my husband, “Isn’t this gorgeous? Do you see why I wanted you to see this?” I felt such joy sharing this place with the people I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of Jesus when His eyes flickered open in the tomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His resurrected body would appear on earth for the next 40 days, but at the same time He had been raised into Heaven! Did He gasp in awe when He caught sight of the dazzling glory of His Home? Did He exclaim, “Father, I can’t wait to bring the ones I love here with Me!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it amazing that Jesus is eagerly waiting for us to come and see His magnificent home in Heaven? Who is it that you long to have join you there, so that you can ask, “Do you see why I wanted you to see this? Is it as stunningly beautiful as I described?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Cody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-4067548046191122359?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4067548046191122359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-have-to-see-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4067548046191122359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4067548046191122359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-have-to-see-this.html' title='You Have to See This!'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-4718091073813733359</id><published>2010-09-03T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:00:00.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king'/><title type='text'>Wait … This Moment Is Too Sweet</title><content type='html'>I have had one song playing over in my head for the past two days. The song is “A Little Longer” by Brian and Jenn Johnson, and it is a fantastic, beautiful piece of music that I’m going to share with you today. Over the past three years, I’ve had the opportunity to share it with some of my close friends, and I know it’s touched their hearts. I hope it will touch yours, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you listen, notice that every time the verse repeats, the prayer becomes more and more desperate — the singer must do something for the King. Relentless, she sings to her King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What can I do for you? What can I bring to you?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of song would you like me to sing?&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’ll dance a dance for you,&lt;br /&gt;Pour out my love to you,&lt;br /&gt;What can I do for you, Beautiful King?&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I can’t thank you enough,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I can’t thank you enough.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part, though, is not the prayer. It’s when the King responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf" height="128" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320"&gt;&lt;param value="false" name="menu"&gt;&lt;param value="TL" name="salign"&gt;&lt;param value="window" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;param value="myid=qihap&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;addMode=false&amp;amp;prev=3" name="flashvars"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t have to do a thing,&lt;br /&gt;Just simply be with me and let those things go&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause they can wait another minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait ... this moment is too sweet&lt;br /&gt;Would you please stay here with Me&lt;br /&gt;And love on Me a little longer?&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’d like to be with you a little longer&lt;br /&gt;I’d love to be with you a little longer&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m in love with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While joy can be found in serving and “doing” for our King (and I think that really does bless His heart), I hope you also take the time to enjoy some sweet, sweet quiet times with Him. They are so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Perry&lt;br /&gt;Musical Content provided by Mixpod (&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/"&gt;http://www.mixpod.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-4718091073813733359?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4718091073813733359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/wait-this-moment-is-too-sweet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4718091073813733359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4718091073813733359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/wait-this-moment-is-too-sweet.html' title='Wait … This Moment Is Too Sweet'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-6956385842219993571</id><published>2010-09-01T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:00:08.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encourage'/><title type='text'>Don’t Make a Decision While You’re Running Uphill</title><content type='html'>I was huffing and puffing as I ran up the hill. With the end of the sidewalk in view I said to myself, &lt;i&gt;“This is it. I am not going to turn around and run this path again. I am tired and I am ready to quit. Running is over for today.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the night before, I had decided to increase the length of my run by turning around and doubling up on the last section, which would improve my distance by about half a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as I was running up the hill, thinking about my tired legs and heavy breathing, I was sure I couldn’t run another half mile. The additional distance seemed a good idea the night before, when I was only thinking about it. But at the moment — in the midst of the run — I did not want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been in a situation where you had intentions of doing one thing, yet found yourself ready to change your mind mid-course because the journey seemed too hard? Pushing myself up the hill, ready to give in to my flesh and call it quits, I realized,&lt;i&gt; I cannot make a decision while I am running uphill.&lt;/i&gt; The time for me to make a decision is when I am thinking clearly, because when I am in the middle of a struggle, my first and strongest inclination is to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure it was the Holy Spirit encouraging me to press on and stick to the decision I made before I faced the hill. So on I ran. I prayed for strength. I repeated Scripture to myself. I thought, &lt;i&gt;“If I just had an Ipod, running wouldn’t be so painful.”&lt;/i&gt; (Yes, I am a deep individual!) I realized God was teaching me a lesson on perseverance. And I kept going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Are you running uphill today? I pray you’ll know with confidence that Jesus is running with you. Hold on to Him. And, please, don’t make a decision while you’re running uphill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Hossink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-6956385842219993571?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/6956385842219993571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-make-decision-while-youre-running.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6956385842219993571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6956385842219993571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-make-decision-while-youre-running.html' title='Don’t Make a Decision While You’re Running Uphill'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-984920172110344880</id><published>2010-08-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:00:04.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elevator'/><title type='text'>Elevator Conversations</title><content type='html'>Last week I was sharing an elevator with a very friendly man. He wanted to chat and joke around and I really didn’t. I was thinking about all I had to do that day and couldn’t be bothered by this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this situation stuck with me and I have been thinking about it since. What if I missed an opportunity to speak an encouraging word or maybe share an act of kindness? This may seem silly, but in Corinthians Paul says that we are a letter from Christ, written not from ink but with the Spirit of the living God (2 Corinthians 3:3). This scripture says to me that our lives should point to Christ in all areas, even in silly situations in an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think about how I could “be a better Christian,” I thought about all the things I could do to achieve this — I could not be so impatient, I could be more giving, I could go out of my way to help more people. But I was missing the whole point. The world does not need the love that I can give; it needs only the love that Christ can give. Light bulb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all about fruit. I need all of the fruits of the Spirit listed in Galatians, and the only way to get them is by being rooted in good ground. This comes by spending time with Christ and letting Him water the ground to grow the fruit. Why is the right answer always the toughest?! Doing daily devotions is something I need to work on; it is something that is necessary to be able to write my letter to the world. I want my letter to reflect not me, but to clearly reflect Christ in me. So next time friendly elevator person, I will be ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Heriford&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-984920172110344880?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/984920172110344880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/elevator-conversations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/984920172110344880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/984920172110344880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/elevator-conversations.html' title='Elevator Conversations'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-8533954883564233153</id><published>2010-08-27T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:15:00.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>It’s Never Too Late to Start Doing What’s Right</title><content type='html'>I heard these words, “It’s never too late to start doing what’s right” in an adult Sunday school class years ago, and it changed my life. I considered my life and all of the things that I had not done the right way … either in being the best daughter, the best wife, the best mother or the best friend. And those few words said to me, “Don’t stress over it. That was yesterday and today is a brand new day. Start doing things right today!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in my sixties and considered a senior now. My greatest hope is to encourage both young women and the ones who are not so young. Don’t be discouraged about the way you wish you had handled certain situations in your life. Give up that blame game and begin afresh. Today is a brand new day, it is the “first day of the rest of your life.” I think those were words in a commercial for eating the right cereal years ago? But they fit!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isaiah 43:18 says, “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up, do you not perceive it?” Verse 25 says, “I, even I, am He who blots out your transgressions, for my own sake, and remembers your sins no more.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin today to do those things that you need to do differently. Be the “Woman of God” that He created you to be. Don’t dismay, “It’s never too late to start doing what’s right.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Harvey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-8533954883564233153?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/8533954883564233153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-never-too-late-to-start-doing-whats.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/8533954883564233153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/8533954883564233153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-never-too-late-to-start-doing-whats.html' title='It’s Never Too Late to Start Doing What’s Right'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-4170789666235420982</id><published>2010-08-25T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T00:00:05.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>In the Face of Disappointment</title><content type='html'>I was talking with a friend the other day about a situation in which she and her husband feel differently. It’s a biggee — one of those issues premarital counselors would recommend you discuss and work out before you get married. Alas, they didn’t do that and now they have discovered that they do not want the same thing. It’s not a matter of right or wrong; they simply don’t share the same desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were talking, she recognized that she can feel anger toward him because he doesn’t feel the same way she does, but she also acknowledged that he has every right to feel the way he does. Then she started reflecting on all of the sacrifices he has made for her and their marriage over the past couple of years. And I’m talking some big sacrifices! They live where they do because of her dreams and desires. They are switching churches because of her comfort level. He took a job that is stressful and challenging but that pays more so that she doesn’t have to work full time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very proud of her for focusing on the positives and recognizing all the ways her husband loves her and has shown that love. Even though I’m not married, my conversation with her challenged me to examine my attitude in my relationships. When I’m hurt or disappointed or just plain disagree with someone I care about, do I focus on the things that rub me the wrong way about that person or do I recall the many positive points that I appreciate about them? Do I allow Christ’s grace to fill me and overflow into the relationship? Do I recognize the many ways that God overlooks my flaws and even the areas where my desires do not yet line up with His and yet He loves me anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty Dextrom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-4170789666235420982?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4170789666235420982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-face-of-disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4170789666235420982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4170789666235420982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-face-of-disappointment.html' title='In the Face of Disappointment'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-6623501657548284808</id><published>2010-08-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:00:01.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Turkey and Quinoa Salad</title><content type='html'>One of my favorites for a healthy and yummy summer dinner or lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;½ cup raw quinoa (an alternative grain, can get at the health food store)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup water&lt;br /&gt;½ lb. cooked turkey, cubed&lt;br /&gt;2 green onions, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup olive oil&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;Curry powder to taste&lt;br /&gt;Coarsely chopped fresh basil to taste&lt;br /&gt;½ cup chopped pecans&lt;br /&gt;Lettuce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinse quinoa; drain. Place quinoa and water in a 2-quart saucepan; bring to a boil, then simmer uncovered for 10 minutes or until all of the water is absorbed; cool. Place quinoa and all other ingredients, except the lettuce leaves, in a large bowl; mix. Refrigerate one to two hours to allow flavors to blend. Spoon mixture onto lettuce leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-6623501657548284808?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/6623501657548284808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/turkey-and-quinoa-salad_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6623501657548284808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6623501657548284808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/turkey-and-quinoa-salad_23.html' title='Turkey and Quinoa Salad'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-2875315447127701881</id><published>2010-08-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:00:05.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music that Builds</title><content type='html'>This morning, while still in my comfy pajamas, I sat down to the piano to tickle a few keys. I have LOTS of music books to play from and some of them take me back to my younger years when I was developing as a new believer and music was a primary vein of building into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I began to play I was overwhelmed and even brought to tears by the words that lifted off the page and into my heart. One song in particular took me back to camp days when I took a deeper step with God in my relationship with Him, actually making Him Lord of my life. The words and music were recalling my initial commitment to Christ but with a deeper realization to be pure. Read for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Thy loving kindness, Father, have mercy on my sinful, wretched soul. Make me to know once more Thy joy and gladness, blot out my sin, oh cleanse and make me whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I humbly now acknowledge by transgression. Against thee only Father, is my sin. Restore to me the joy of my salvation. Oh purify my life, without, within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A contrite heart I offer Thee, dear Father, Oh hide Thy face from all my sin I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Thy tender love and mercy, Oh pardon, Lord, this soul that went astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I must ask the question — What songs have been powerful in your life? Even thinking about it causes me to look at all the music I love to listen to and ask, “How is this affecting me?” Am I a better person today because of the music that is building into my life? I’d love to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy Bytwerk&lt;br /&gt;Song: Oh Purify My Life (Psalm 51), Cuban melody, Harmonized by R.C. Savage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-2875315447127701881?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/2875315447127701881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-that-builds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2875315447127701881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2875315447127701881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-that-builds.html' title='Music that Builds'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-6236329947582629004</id><published>2010-08-18T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:00:01.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>I just recently listened to a song by Kari Jobe called “You Are for Me.” Part of the chorus is &lt;i&gt;You are for me … I know you will never forsake me in my weakness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never forsaking me in my weakness is the hardest thing for me to grasp as a Christian. Why is it that so many of us feel like we don’t measure up to God’s love? I struggle with many things and ideals of this fallen world. Cattiness, discontentment, laziness are all things I have repeatedly asked God for forgiveness. This constant struggle often makes me feel like I’m not worthy of God’s love. I think this may be true for a lot of women; so many of us feel unworthy but I think God’s love can shine the most brightly amidst that brokenness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:38-39 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love which Christ Jesus our Lord shows us. We can’t be separated by death or life, by angels or rulers, by anything in the present or anything in the future, by forces or powers in the world above or in the world below, or by anything else in creation.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to always be reminded of this verse. He will never give up on me because I don’t measure up. He loves me at my worst, and He loves me at my best. Nothing can or will change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole Richardson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-6236329947582629004?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/6236329947582629004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/unconditional-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6236329947582629004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6236329947582629004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-3832481054047425240</id><published>2010-08-16T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:00:04.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><title type='text'>Be Nice!</title><content type='html'>It’s no secret that the nicer you are to others, the happier you’ll be. Even a cheerful “good morning!” can brighten someone’s day. It doesn’t matter who you come across, whether it’s a grumpy salesperson, a rude coworker, a friend that you don’t really care for, or someone who cut you off on the road … be nice!! You might not want to, and you might feel weird doing it, but that’s when you need to the most: you need to show them kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, the next time you feel like saying something smart or sarcastic, STOP! Those words are like seeds, and when you speak them you plant weeds of discontent and unhappiness in your own heart. Instead, plant seeds of happiness through acts of kindness, and I promise that you will reap a life that is more loving and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I’ve noticed that we use social networks as vehicles to perpetuate a lot of negativity. I read things people write on Facebook and the status updates are mostly angry and generally negative — “my job sucks,” “I hate________”, “______is stupid.” Many times these are close friends and family saying these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are so empty of love and it hurts me to see so many people unhappy. I challenge you that if you have a Facebook account, post something encouraging today! Take initiative and grow happiness in your life by sharing love and kindness with others. If someone is pouring out negative, discouraging, hurtful words your way, choose to be nice. Wherever you go, whoever you interact with (friends, coworkers, strangers, etc.), take a minute to show kindness and plant seeds of happiness. Not only will you be known as a nice person, but more importantly you will be a happy and kind person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Perry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-3832481054047425240?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3832481054047425240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3832481054047425240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3832481054047425240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-nice.html' title='Be Nice!'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-2569200847051687324</id><published>2010-08-13T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:00:06.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heal'/><title type='text'>Am I Willing to be Wounded?</title><content type='html'>One day, my friend Wendy was chatting about what God was teaching her when she said something that totally arrested me. “The question is,” she said, “Are you willing to be wounded so that someone else can be healed?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit nudged me; a hundred thoughts flooded my mind. I knew I would “take the hit” for my children; hasn’t every mom told her sick or injured child, “If I could take the pain for you, I would”? And I knew I wanted to say yes to Wendy’s question ... but I also knew I couldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I had been going through some painful feelings about then ... those “I’m-inept-and-a-failure” kind of feelings the enemy trips me up with from time to time. I realized that not only had I been flailing against the pain of rejection, I had not even considered what the Lord might be doing in the lives of the people I felt wounded by, much less whether my wounds were to be a part of their healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad the Lord caught my attention that day! He gave me a new perspective on my pain — a perspective that is more Christ-focused and less me-focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 53 tells us that Jesus was wounded so that we could be healed. So if I long to be like Him —&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Am I willing to absorb the hurt when my friend takes her heartache out on me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I willing to answer with tenderness when my husband comes home in a bad mood after a hard day?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can I remain silent and pray rather than defend myself when I’m being blasted by someone in pain?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, am I willing to be like Christ by allowing myself to be wounded for someone else’s sake? I want to say, “Yes!” Now, Lord, help me to stretch my arms out wide the next time the opportunity comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Cody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-2569200847051687324?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/2569200847051687324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/am-i-willing-to-be-wounded.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2569200847051687324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2569200847051687324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/am-i-willing-to-be-wounded.html' title='Am I Willing to be Wounded?'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-383074436230468534</id><published>2010-08-11T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:00:04.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Trust Signs</title><content type='html'>Have you seen the Lottery billboards along the highway? I regularly drive past two of them, and have gotten lost in thought as I've considered those big numbers. When I have seen mulit-multi-million dollar jackpots advertised, my mind has begun playing with the idea of what I could do if I had that kind of money. I’ve mused, “Wouldn’t it be nice to not worry about the kids needing new shoes again? How wonderful it would be if I didn’t need to be concerned about how we were going to pay for this and that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t as though I wanted to get really extravagant and buy lots of things we don’t need. I just thought, “If we had all that money, I wouldn’t need to worry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, wouldn’t &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as that thought came into my head, God spoke to my heart. It was as if He was saying, “Karen, you already don’t need to worry. Haven’t I always provided exactly what you needed? Have any of your worries ever become realities? My timing has not always been as you like it. I know sometimes you’ve wondered how I was going to come through for you. But I always have, dear one. I have never failed. You don’t need to worry. I am always faithful. If you had all that money, you wouldn’t need to trust.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I knew He was right! I struggle with trusting. But God showed me so tenderly in that moment that I don’t need to worry. I need only to trust. Because HE is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize we all have different worry triggers. Finances may not be your issue. Whatever it is for you, as you consider your trigger, may I encourage you to turn it into a statement of faith? This is how I’m doing it: Now, each time I see those billboards I proclaim, “I trust YOU, God!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Hossink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-383074436230468534?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/383074436230468534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/trust-signs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/383074436230468534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/383074436230468534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/trust-signs.html' title='Trust Signs'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-4882676900837731448</id><published>2010-08-09T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:00:03.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jump'/><title type='text'>Taking the Plunge</title><content type='html'>On our trip to Italy, my husband and I went to a chain of towns called the Cinque Terre (meaning Five Lands). These five towns were connected by trails, one being along the coast of the Mediterranean Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get some things clear — I am no athlete! I am not agile; I will fall. I don’t like to run. I am not fast and can’t jump very high. There are, however, two things I can do well — I am a good swimmer and I could walk all day. So when it comes to hiking and swimming, I am your girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our hike through these towns there was a spot where Nick and I observed people jumping off of the pier, swimming out to a buoy, and back. My husband said “I will if you will; you first.” Of course, I had to take him up on this challenge and show him how it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to the pier, and I got on the edge to jump. I was so nervous, my heart was pounding, and my protective instincts were telling me to run back to the dock. I didn’t know the water temperature or even how deep it was, but I was determined to jump in anyway. I said a little prayer and dove in. The water was freezing but exhilarating! I swam out to the buoy, touched it, and then swam frantically to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/TFWjyDE9X9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/i62UlODmwL0/s1600/heriford_pic_1_with_8-9-10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/TFWjyDE9X9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/i62UlODmwL0/s320/heriford_pic_1_with_8-9-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/TFWkCxCeKEI/AAAAAAAAE0A/QBdXUI8Onks/s1600/heriford_pic_2_with_8-9-10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/TFWkCxCeKEI/AAAAAAAAE0A/QBdXUI8Onks/s320/heriford_pic_2_with_8-9-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got out of the water Nick asked me how it was. I responded very calmly, “Oh, no big deal” (as I am trying not to hyperventilate). This prompted my husband to dive too, but he dove from a rock higher than I did (show off!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let fear keep you on the dock! Take the plunge! Be daring! If I can, you certainly can too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Heriford&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-4882676900837731448?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4882676900837731448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/taking-plunge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4882676900837731448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4882676900837731448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/taking-plunge.html' title='Taking the Plunge'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/TFWjyDE9X9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/i62UlODmwL0/s72-c/heriford_pic_1_with_8-9-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-8495835745040135856</id><published>2010-08-06T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:00:01.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALS'/><title type='text'>The Peace That Only Comes from God</title><content type='html'>Last month I wrote an entry on “Fruit of the Spirit … Peace” and talked about my friend who had Frontal Lobe Dementia and ALS. Sandy died in July at age 62 with her husband and two adult children by her side. Even greater than family, Sandy has had the Lord with her this entire journey. God ushered her into Paradise with that peace that passes all understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, Sandy’s husband, called me 20 minutes after Sandy had passed away, and I cried with him and said how sorry I was for his loss. After Jim and I each talked to Mark, we decided to go to the house to hug him and the children. When we arrived, Sandy’s body was still there and Mark was by her side holding her hand. He insisted that we come in to see the look of peace on her face. He kept saying how beautiful she looked and that the pain had left her. He was right, she was lovely. Her color was perfect and there were absolutely no wrinkles on her face; it was like porcelain! I have never been around a person so close to their death and have feared what it would be like. It was awesome … a God moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the Bible Study that Sandy and I had worked on just a few weeks earlier in Isaiah 43:1-7 where God said that He created us, He loves us, He protects us, and that we are to Fear Not. I had reserved my Monday mornings to meet with Sandy and have coffee and Bible Study for more than a year. I will miss her terribly but I know where she is, and I gain peace from that promise. Please pray for Mark, Matt, Bethany and the grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Harvey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-8495835745040135856?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/8495835745040135856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/peace-that-only-comes-from-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/8495835745040135856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/8495835745040135856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/peace-that-only-comes-from-god.html' title='The Peace That Only Comes from God'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-6823196477272817764</id><published>2010-08-04T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:00:02.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy'/><title type='text'>Life Legacy</title><content type='html'>We have a program at the hospice where I work that allows a patient to leave a recorded “story” of their life. They can talk about whatever they want — how they grew up, their family, their regrets, what they’ve lived through, whatever they want to communicate to their family. We call the program Life Legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently heard a sermon series where the theme was life legacy; what legacy will you leave behind. The pastor focused on Adam and Eve and their families on down to Jacob. Deceit, lies and jealousy are rampant in their legacy. From Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel, Abraham and Sarah, Jacob and Esau, Laban and his daughters … wow. Family behaviors and sins can be so invasive. Imagine Jacob lying in his hospice bed and reliving his life story — would have loved to have been there for that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sermons have gotten me to thinking about what things in my life mirror that of my family. Some good and for sure some bad! I have some behaviors and sins that mirror my parents, aunts, uncles and, of course, some of my very own! It all seemed a little overwhelming at first. I was thinking, “Oh, Lord, I can’t change these things! They are too big!” But then I remembered I don’t have to. If I confess my sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive me and change me. I guess that’s what I want my Life Legacy to be — that I depended on God to do what I couldn’t do and any great changes that ever take place in my life are because of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-6823196477272817764?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/6823196477272817764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-legacy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6823196477272817764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6823196477272817764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-legacy.html' title='Life Legacy'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-1035082875741758350</id><published>2010-08-02T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:00:02.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon'/><title type='text'>Summer Pizzazz</title><content type='html'>What can be more fun then having some friends over to share a summer day? God has wired me for hospitality and I love using that blessed gift. When my guests come I like to have some food and beverages on hand that don’t require much preparation and are different than the usual fare. Here’s a great beverage that gives a lot of pizzazz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon-Lime Pizzazz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pint (2 cups) lime sherbet, slightly softened&lt;br /&gt;2 T. presweetened lemonade flavor drink mix&lt;br /&gt;1 C. club soda&lt;br /&gt;1 C. coarsely crushed ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine all ingredients in a blender; process until smooth. Pour into chilled glasses (put the glasses in the freezer for about 30 minutes). Serve immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes four ½-cup servings&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 170 (low-fat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have some colorful straws on hand I stick those in the glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? What hospitality pizzazz do you extend to friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy Bytwerk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-1035082875741758350?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/1035082875741758350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-pizzazz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1035082875741758350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1035082875741758350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-pizzazz.html' title='Summer Pizzazz'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-713591197291322133</id><published>2010-07-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:00:05.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Hey Look Honey, There’s the Pope!</title><content type='html'>My husband and I just got back from a trip to Italy. We had been planning this for several months and had quite a jam-packed, 10-day itinerary planned. There was no room for error. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day in Rome was a Sunday and we were headed to St. Peter’s Basilica. Yes in hind-sight it was a poor idea to visit the Vatican’s church on a Sunday morning, but our schedule didn’t allow for much else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the church, the courtyard was beginning to fill up with people. We toured the church then climbed the dome to get an aerial view of Rome. After climbing about 550 stairs we got to the top of the dome. When we looked down, the courtyard was really getting full of people. When we came back down and attempted to exit the courtyard we were completely stuck. There was no going in or out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few things happened all at once. We heard some regal music, everyone looked up toward one spot and the crowd went WILD! A lady behind me started yelling “Papa, Papa.” Yes, we saw the Pope. He addressed the crowd, gave a blessing and 15 minutes later he was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/TDoA5XzEVmI/AAAAAAAAEzY/qyfGpGNAhcI/s1600/heriford_pic_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/TDoA5XzEVmI/AAAAAAAAEzY/qyfGpGNAhcI/s320/heriford_pic_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of Proverbs 16:9: &lt;em&gt;We can make our plans, but the Lord determines our steps.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may think we have a well put together itinerary or plan, but God sometimes guides through interesting and unexpected steps to get there. We can either accept the steps graciously or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my husband was going to blow a fuse due to the delay in our itinerary. But to my surprise he expressed how amazing it was to see the Pope. That ended up being one of the most memorable parts of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/TDoBEseZZeI/AAAAAAAAEzg/N_cD0LcJaz8/s1600/heriford_pic_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/TDoBEseZZeI/AAAAAAAAEzg/N_cD0LcJaz8/s320/heriford_pic_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Heriford&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-713591197291322133?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/713591197291322133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-look-honey-theres-pope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/713591197291322133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/713591197291322133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-look-honey-theres-pope.html' title='Hey Look Honey, There’s the Pope!'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/TDoA5XzEVmI/AAAAAAAAEzY/qyfGpGNAhcI/s72-c/heriford_pic_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-6181815079123302252</id><published>2010-07-28T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:00:06.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distraction'/><title type='text'>Loving to Distraction</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when you think your life is just how you want it, something happens and you realize that even though your life is good, it’s nothing compared to what God wants you to have! Have you ever wanted something so badly that it started consuming every minute of your life? That every morning you woke up thinking about it, and when you talked with your friends it always came up in conversation? Have you ever wanted something in your life so much that you would give up anything for it? I'm talking about big stuff here — car, relationships, career, etc.? I’m not sure if I’m at that place or not, but I know I want that kind of distracting love for God in my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire is to love and live for God in such a way that it is distracting for those I interact with. I want to be a light so that no matter where I am I won’t be able to not talk about how good God has been to me. I know people that, no matter what they do or say, they bring God into it. If only I could be like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth: When you give God glory, something happens. When you focus on how great He is and all He’s done and is doing, something happens. It changes the way you think and the way you act. Your worldview changes, and people notice because His glory shines through you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, take away my passions for the things of this world and increase my passion for You! Make my prayer this — “I’d rather have Jesus than anything this world affords today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Perry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-6181815079123302252?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/6181815079123302252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/loving-to-distraction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6181815079123302252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6181815079123302252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/loving-to-distraction.html' title='Loving to Distraction'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-6171292808152433198</id><published>2010-07-26T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:00:02.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='construction'/><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>Have you driven on I-96 near US-127 lately? Are you tired of the construction, too? I am so ready for it to get back to normal. It isn’t fun to get stuck in traffic when I am on a tight schedule, especially when I have forgotten about the construction and haven’t built “just-in-case” minutes into my drive time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you know what God has done while I’ve been waiting in my van? Besides giving me opportunity to be impressed with the total reconstruction of a highway (never knew there were big black tarps, under a layer of stones, under all that concrete!), He’s given me time to think about my own reconstruction. And I realized I get just as impatient with the time it’s taking to re-make me, as I do with the work that is being done on I-96. Maybe more so, if I’m totally honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God saved me from my life of sin through the blood of Jesus Christ. And I am so thankful! Now God is making me into the woman He wants me to be. I am so thankful for that, too! But sometimes I wish God would just zap me and be done with it. I wish it wouldn’t take my whole lifetime for Him to perfect me; I just want to be finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the highway construction reminds me — as the workers break up the old highway and haul it away, bring in new dirt and flatten it out, as they roll out the tarp and lay the stones, and finally pour the new concrete — so God is working a thorough and complete process in me. And I can trust He knows just what He’s doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Do you struggle with the wait? Will you trust Him, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Hossink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-6171292808152433198?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/6171292808152433198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/under-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6171292808152433198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6171292808152433198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-7423054285023261636</id><published>2010-07-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:00:08.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><title type='text'>Fruit of the Spirit … Peace</title><content type='html'>I have just returned from a Bible Study — “Fruit of the Spirit” by Hazel Offner — with a dear friend. My friend has been diagnosed with Frontal Lobe Dementia and ALS. She is in her early 60s with a loving husband, two grown children, and four small grandchildren and one on the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at a local coffee shop to pick up coffee and scones to take along (I told you that I have a coffee ministry!) As we finished our coffee and got into God’s Word, I prayed silently for God to lead the study and give me the right words to say to comfort Sandy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good and not only did He give Words that were a comfort to Sandy, He gave me Words of comfort as well. We talked and cried together and the Holy Spirit ministered to both of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 43:1-7: But now, this is what the Lord says … He who created you, O Jacob, He who formed you, O Israel: “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the Lord, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior; I give Egypt for your ransom, Cush and Seba in your stead. Since you are precious and honored in my sight, and because I love you, I will give men in exchange for you, and people in exchange for your life. Do not be afraid, for I am with you; I will bring your children from the east and gather you from the west. I will say to the north, ‘Give them up!’ and to the south, ‘Do not hold them back.’ Bring my sons from afar and my daughters from the ends of the earth … everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory, whom I formed and made.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The lesson spoke of the adversities of this life and His Word spoke of the One who gives us peace in spite of the adversities. We serve a mighty God! He still speaks through His Holy Word. I hope that you gained peace from this scripture; I certainly did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Harvey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-7423054285023261636?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7423054285023261636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/fruit-of-spirit-peace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7423054285023261636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7423054285023261636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/fruit-of-spirit-peace.html' title='Fruit of the Spirit … Peace'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-1564016091335259747</id><published>2010-07-21T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:00:08.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connect'/><title type='text'>Gifts for a Father</title><content type='html'>As I contemplated what to give my dad for a Father’s Day present (a man who has everything and buys what he doesn’t have and wants), I was reminded of a very special time with him several years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was down at the pond on his property cutting trees, mowing, hauling wood, playing on his tractor. This is what he lives for. It is really how I connect with my dad, working outside, being with him doing that kind of work. Well, I knew he was down at the pond, so I walked the trail to go see him one afternoon. As I heard the tractor, I began to run. I couldn’t wait to join him doing his work! Being with him in his domain, connecting with him, sharing time with him, deepening our relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had a few episodes like this with my Heavenly Father; fewer though than I’m proud to admit. One time I was at a singles retreat, and we were all told to go off somewhere and take some time to be with our Lord. I actually ran to a secluded area in a field so that I could be quiet and be with my Heavenly Father. Being with Him in His domain, connecting with Him, sharing with Him, deepening our relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both times are seared into my memory as beautiful memories of how much a girl loves her dad and wants nothing more than to connect with him on a deep level. Sometimes our earthly dad isn’t capable of that for many reasons. But our Heavenly Dad … He’s always capable and willing for that connection, devotion and time spent with Him. It’s the best gift we can give Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-1564016091335259747?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/1564016091335259747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/gifts-for-father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1564016091335259747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1564016091335259747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/gifts-for-father.html' title='Gifts for a Father'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-7559291725360832150</id><published>2010-07-19T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:00:03.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><title type='text'>How to Lose Weight Without Overdoing It</title><content type='html'>Who among us is not interested in shedding a few pounds now and then? I certainly am. Of course, there are many plans out there but if you need some humor to get started, take a few tips from my friend Walt Wiley. Let me know if these suggestions work! &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you get out of bed, climb over the headboard. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep a scale in the bathroom; every morning step over it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try opening any cellophane bag. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stretching is important. Reach for the ringing phone without taking your feet off the desk. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shop at stores that do not have automatic opening doors. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try opening bottles with childproof caps. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throw a Frisbee. The next day go look for it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get off the elevator two or three floors before your stop and walk over to the other elevator. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may be asking yourself, “What’s so spiritual about this?” Here are a couple of verses that may be taken out of context but will give you a fun perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Wherefore, seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every &lt;strong&gt;weight&lt;/strong&gt;, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us.” Hebrews 12:1 (KJV)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And they shall eat bread by &lt;strong&gt;weight&lt;/strong&gt;, and with care.” Ezekiel 4:16b (KJV)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A false balance is abomination to the Lord; but a just &lt;strong&gt;weight&lt;/strong&gt; is his delight.” Proverbs 11:1 (KJV)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May your weight loss be plentiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cathy Bytwerk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-7559291725360832150?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7559291725360832150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-lose-weight-without-overdoing-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7559291725360832150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7559291725360832150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-lose-weight-without-overdoing-it.html' title='How to Lose Weight Without Overdoing It'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-7327255790824907320</id><published>2010-07-16T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:00:06.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><title type='text'>Bags</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder why you tend to collect more of one kind of thing? Last week, while cleaning out my extra closet, I noticed an unusually high volume of bags — duffel bags, backpacks, rolling bags of every size and shape. I guess it would be safe to call me a “bag lady.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, God showed me how I tend to package my worries and problems into similar sorts of bags. Some burdens I can quickly throw into a tote bag (for easy removal) and others are just so huge that they require industrial-strength wheels to carry them around. Still, other concerns seem so large that they require a storage unit to lock them up with a deadbolt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God shows us numerous times in His word His desire for us to trust Him with our burdens. But while I have experienced many breakthroughs in my walk when I surrender my burdens, it seems inevitable that I return to old patterns and start packing things up again. It is not until the bags become so heavy once again, that I am reminded of His desire to carry them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend shared this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrvJIznZKtU&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;moving video&lt;/a&gt; about bags and I thought you may enjoy it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Patry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-7327255790824907320?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7327255790824907320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/bags.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7327255790824907320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7327255790824907320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/bags.html' title='Bags'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-8970058415205658736</id><published>2010-07-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:00:09.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Rollercoaster We Call “Life”</title><content type='html'>I am certain most everyone in my age bracket (early 30s) has been to Cedar Point at some point. I remember going there in the eighth grade with the junior high youth group. It was a BLAST! The rain, cold and motion sickness couldn’t bring us down. We were having the time of our lives! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that junior high brains are not completely developed. I wouldn’t even consider going to Cedar Point today. I get motion sick just turning around in a circle. And in the rain ... doubt it! My hair would look terrible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for me right now is a little bit of a rollercoaster, sometimes exciting, sometimes overwhelming and scary! I have some great things going on right now, great friends, great husband, a trip to Italy and a little baby on the way. But I also have some really sad things too. My grandmother is in hospice from a stroke. This has been very difficult for me and for my family. It makes me feel guilty for going on my long-awaited and planned vacation fearing that she will die while I am gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is God on the rollercoaster of life when it feels out of control? I always try to go back to what I know about God. I know God is good, and even in the bad, terrible situations He is still there. Sometimes that is hard to believe, especially when the rollercoaster is out of control or stuck on the top. So where is God on the rollercoaster? I think God is right in the rollercoaster with us. He is sitting next to us with His hands up screaming with excitement, holding our hand when we are scared, being the seatbelt holding us in or the mechanic to get us un-stuck. Bottom line, He is there, and He is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Heriford&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-8970058415205658736?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/8970058415205658736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/rollercoaster-we-call-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/8970058415205658736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/8970058415205658736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/rollercoaster-we-call-life.html' title='The Rollercoaster We Call “Life”'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-4878611720066122686</id><published>2010-07-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:00:06.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soup'/><title type='text'>Under the Weather</title><content type='html'>This one is for all the women out there fighting a summer cold. Yes, THE cold. You know the one I’m talking about. This is how I amuse myself when I’m under the weather: &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice swallowing, just to make sure I still can. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep in bed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep on the couch. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep on the bathroom floor. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read articles online that tell me how to get well fast. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wonder why there is a difference in temperature between my two ears; it can’t be human. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch my eyes dilate in the bathroom mirror until I get dizzy and have to lie down again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog (obviously). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch infomercials and consider buying a juicer. Argue with myself that if I had a juicer, I’d take in more vitamins and would never get sick. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take meds and set alarm for four hours. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep some more. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up four hours later and try a different brand of medicine because the last one didn’t provide relief. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read medicine labels to find meds that are compatible with each other so I can take more. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink water like it’s going out of style. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give up on meds and dig out the vitamin supplements. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid computer for extended periods of time as the screen makes my eyeballs feel like they’re coated in thumbtacks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice free-throwing my used tissues into a wastebasket. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing, if it doesn’t hurt. I have the best singing voice when I'm sick. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think about making chicken soup, but then realize I’m too tired to do it and it doesn’t sound that great. Plus, I’d have to go to the store and get ingredients. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any of you ladies are feeling under the weather, I would be happy to bring you some hot chicken soup or at the very least (and most) pray with you for a speedy recovery. Please just indicate it in the comments section below and I’ll get in touch with you. God bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrea Perry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-4878611720066122686?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4878611720066122686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/under-weather.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4878611720066122686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4878611720066122686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/under-weather.html' title='Under the Weather'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-848023238776498350</id><published>2010-07-09T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:00:07.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='provision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Content with Last Year’s Sandals</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, I got $2 for allowance. I could spend one dollar on whatever I wanted (usually comic books) and one dollar had to go in my savings account. As I got older, my dad drilled into my head the importance of putting money into retirement at a young age — depositing just $10 a paycheck into a 401(k) would benefit me well in my later years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because of these lessons or perhaps because I’m a steady and reliable first born, I’ve had very little debt and usually have money in the bank. However, 18 months ago, I quit my job and started my own business. It was definitely God’s leading and not something I did on a whim (steady, reliable, first born — I don’t do whims!). The last year and a half has been an adventure in trusting God, but in the last couple of months, I’ve struggled to not worry about money and be content with where I am financially. There are things I’d like to do around my house, my car’s mileage is approaching the 100,000 mark, and my black sandals are getting a little embarrassing. But in June, Blake Ashdown preached a message that reminded me of how much I have. Hebrews 13:5 says, “Let your character be free from the love of money, being content with what you have; for He Himself has said, ‘I will never desert you, nor will I ever forsake you.’” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if my savings account is not what it once was and my car is not new and my sandals make my mom shake her head, I am so thankful that I have a car to drive (that is paid for) and shoes to wear. Beyond that, the God of the universe says He will never leave me. That’s worth more than a 401(k) any day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty Dextrom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-848023238776498350?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/848023238776498350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/content-with-last-years-sandals.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/848023238776498350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/848023238776498350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/content-with-last-years-sandals.html' title='Content with Last Year’s Sandals'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-4098540333551606361</id><published>2010-07-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T18:57:09.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oprah'/><title type='text'>Prayer Cues</title><content type='html'>There has been a bright red cardinal hanging around on my deck a lot lately, so I’ve been praying for my friend, Angela. You see, quite some time ago Angela was going through a hard time and she told me a story about a bright red cardinal showing up outside her window on a dreary day. The bright red, contrasted against the grey sky, brought joy to Angela because red is her favorite color, and she was just sure God sent that cardinal into her view to remind Angela of His great love for her. &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I heard that story, every time I see a cardinal I think of Angela — and I pray for her. The cardinal has become a prayer cue for me. I have lots of stories like Angela’s that have produced prayer cues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I see 11:11 on the clock, I pray for my husband. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I hear the song “Speak to Me,” I pray for Rosemary. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I hear “His Grace is Enough,” I pray for Leslie. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pray for Kati whenever I hear someone say, “Bummer!” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pray for my sons anytime I hear the song, “Wait and See.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anytime I come across the word “jealous,” I pray for Oprah. (Yes, “the” Oprah.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing “Selah” moves me to pray for Greta and Selah. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These prayer cues have become a special thing between God and me too. I feel like we’re a team. When a prayer cue surfaces, it’s as if He’s saying to me, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Karen, your friend needs Me right now. Please pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So I pray. Even though I may not know the specific need, my Father does. And I trust that He is able to handle the situation. What a joy it is to participate in His work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have any prayer cues? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karen Hossink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-4098540333551606361?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4098540333551606361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/prayer-cues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4098540333551606361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4098540333551606361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/prayer-cues.html' title='Prayer Cues'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-3339820280694598533</id><published>2010-07-05T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:00:07.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>It’s Rarely about the Coffee</title><content type='html'>Women are a curious bunch but God made us this way. When we call a friend to meet for coffee, it is rarely about the coffee. We mostly want the conversation and the friendship. We seem to have a need to talk to someone we trust and isn’t “over coffee,” the very best way to do that? In fact, I told my husband recently that I have a Coffee Ministry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first 30 years of our marriage, Jim never drank coffee. It just didn’t seem right to me for us to be out on our weekly date night, talking after dinner, and him having a Coke while I was holding my hot coffee. He even offered to have his Coke served in a cup, but I said that that wouldn’t do. Out of love for me, he has developed a taste for coffee, as long as it has plenty of French Vanilla creamer in it. &lt;br /&gt;But as much as I love having coffee and talking with Jim, I still have the need to get together with a friend now and then and have girl talk. When a friend calls you and ask to meet for coffee, don’t say, “I already had my coffee today.” Realize that it isn’t really about the coffee; she probably has a desire to talk and she chose you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Nicole Johnson’s book, Fresh Brewed Life is excellent. I have two extra copies from a Bible study that I did. If you would like one, let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Harvey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-3339820280694598533?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3339820280694598533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-rarely-about-coffee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3339820280694598533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3339820280694598533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-rarely-about-coffee.html' title='It’s Rarely about the Coffee'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-3077027779187825048</id><published>2010-07-02T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:00:00.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debt'/><title type='text'>The Forgiven Tractor Debt</title><content type='html'>My husband, Jon, and I needed a new tractor bad. Not a want, a need. A new house with 4.5 acres and lots of mowing, hauling, moving snow … you get the picture. We were using an ancient lawn mower that had belonged to Jon’s dad, which sounded like something from the Beverly Hillbillys! My parents offered to buy us a brand new Kubota garden tractor. After much deliberation, Jon decided that we’d accept the gift, but we would pay back the debt on a monthly basis with interest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later, we knew we needed a safer car for me to drive, but we couldn’t really afford both car and tractor payments, so we decided to wait a year for the car. My parents wanted to forgive our debt on the tractor so we could focus extra money on a car. Jon is very frugal and responsible when it comes to debt, but he also struggles with accepting kindness and forgiveness from others. (Don’t tell him I said that!) So, he really struggled with this “forgiveness of debt” from my Dad. My dad kept telling us it was his money and his prerogative to forgive the debt. In the end, Jon allowed us to accept the gift of the “forgiven tractor debt,” and we were able to purchase a newer, safer car to drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This led me to thinking about how we are with God’s amazing offer to forgive our debt. We fight him, we think it’s too good to be true, we don’t deserve it, our debt is far too big, we haven’t worked hard enough and the list goes on. Don’t you wonder if God thinks to himself, “It’s my prerogative to do this; who are you to put conditions on it”? He has forgiven our debt because He loves us and because he can. All we have to do is accept it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-3077027779187825048?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3077027779187825048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/forgiven-tractor-debt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3077027779187825048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3077027779187825048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/07/forgiven-tractor-debt.html' title='The Forgiven Tractor Debt'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-1027969546457128532</id><published>2010-06-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:00:00.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><title type='text'>Hakuna Matata</title><content type='html'>Is anyone else hearing Billy Crystal from the Lion King? I thought of that song this week because of a study my small group is doing. We are reading a book called Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World. This book is based on the Bible story of Mary and her sister Martha (Luke 10:38-42). One of the chapters really spoke to all members of the group including myself, a chapter on worry. I thought it was comical what we worry about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40% are things that will never happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30% are about the past, which can’t be changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12% are about criticism by others, mostly untrue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% are about health, which gets worse with stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8% are about real problems that can be solved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt I was much of a worrier, more of just an overactive imagination. I love to do drama and would act out things in my mind. These “daydreams” can get very realistic and emotional. The book helped me to realize that this is not a case of the dreamers, but is true worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book had such a great suggestion for how to combat worry. Philippians 4:6-7 says “Don’t be anxious about anything, but by everything in prayer, petition and thanksgiving present your requests to God.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author very practically said if you start to worry about your husband getting into a car accident, stop and turn it into a prayer, “God, please protect my husband today.” Or, if you, like me, begin to imagine some outlandish scenario, I literally say “Stop” and will turn it into a prayer, “Jesus, please protect my dog Chai from a pack of wild dingos attacking her in the back yard.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only been doing this for a couple of weeks, but what a difference! Jesus, please help me to continue taking my worries to you, the only one who can actually take care of them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Heriford&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-1027969546457128532?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/1027969546457128532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/hakuna-matata.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1027969546457128532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1027969546457128532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/hakuna-matata.html' title='Hakuna Matata'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-9144683537881235120</id><published>2010-06-28T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:00:03.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrate'/><title type='text'>‘Tis the Season for Weddings</title><content type='html'>I have six weddings in the next eight weeks. As I think about the festivities ahead, I’m excited for the happy couples. Despite the fact that I have no ring on my finger (and don’t expect one anytime soon), I feel like I can, without reservation, celebrate the joining of two lives and the celebration of one love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I understand that for a lot of single ladies weddings can be difficult, dreaded, and maybe even traumatic experiences. Sometimes it’s difficult to be happy for someone who has a relationship we want. At the same time, maybe there are women who are cynical about new marriages or wedding celebrations because they are struggling in their own marriage or have even had a failed marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to encourage you that whatever your relationship or marital status, your relationship with God is the ultimate romance! Your purpose does not lie in your relationship with a spouse, or a lack thereof, but in your relationship with God. And if you think that’s not enough, you’re wrong. I challenge you: If you’re looking for romance, let God woo your heart. If you want a friend to know and understand you at your very core — He does and will show you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m reminded of Hosea 2:14: “Therefore, I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the desert and speak tenderly to her.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself at a wedding this season and are feeling a little cynical or find yourself dreading the event, I pray that you’re encouraged by the love of God. Ask Him to reveal His love to you so that you can — without reservation — celebrate the love of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Perry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-9144683537881235120?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/9144683537881235120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/tis-season-for-weddings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/9144683537881235120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/9144683537881235120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/tis-season-for-weddings.html' title='‘Tis the Season for Weddings'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-2079119439264636736</id><published>2010-06-25T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:00:06.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><title type='text'>The Road Less Traveled</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence: &lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — &lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by, &lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How many times do you get bored with your life; feeling that all you do is the same thing day in and day out? The Christian walk is supposed to be exciting, right? Well … the only way it can be is if we are willing to try new things and trust God as we follow His lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About six months ago, I started to challenge myself to try out just a few things that I had traditionally said no to in the past. The results have been a great journey of seeing God weave lives and events together in the coolest ways! I discovered that by studying His word and making a weekly choice to fellowship and interact with other believers, God was able to weave together conversations, lessons and friendships I could have never dreamed possible! Pardon my excitement here, but it has been the coolest thing! I found that after studying His word for the week and listening to Him in prayer, He would open up conversations with others who were meditating or studying the very same thing. The odds of things like this consistently happening week after week are statistically impossible … but not with our God! I’m curious to hear about others experiences with this. How have you seen Him work in your life when you’ve stepped out of your comfort zone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Patry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-2079119439264636736?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/2079119439264636736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/road-less-traveled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2079119439264636736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2079119439264636736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/road-less-traveled.html' title='The Road Less Traveled'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-4873786737480365779</id><published>2010-06-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:00:04.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Fruit at the Pharmacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Recently, I began working as a cashier in the pharmacy at Meijer. I know my &lt;em&gt;job&lt;/em&gt; is to help guests get their prescriptions, but — motivated by Pastor Marvin’s sermon (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://trinitywired.com/video/041810-prayer-hd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;http://trinitywired.com/video/041810-prayer-hd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;) several weeks ago — my &lt;em&gt;desire&lt;/em&gt; is to give away Fruit. &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember that delicious bowl of fruit Marvin had with him on the stage? And how he walked around at the end of the message, dropping fruit everywhere as an illustration of how we can allow the gospel to bear fruit in us? He encouraged us to leave Fruit everywhere we go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was shortly after I listened to Marvin’s sermon that I was hired at the pharmacy. And soon after I became employed, God spoke to my heart about leaving Fruit around the pharmacy. Every day at work I am going to meet people who need Fruit:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the young mother picking up antibiotics for her fussing toddler &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the tired woman who is caring for her aging mother &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the frazzled man whose wife has just had surgery &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the discouraged college student who didn’t expect his prescription to cost so much &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And because I am on the same side of the counter as the prescriptions these individuals need, I have the opportunity to give them Fruit. An understanding look and a warm smile, a kind word and a gentle touch, listening patiently and sharing a laugh, whispering a prayer for the one in front of me — these are ways I can be the love of God. These are ways I can give Fruit away while I’m working in the pharmacy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about you? Where in your life does God want to bear Fruit? Who are the people with whom you come into contact every day that need some of the Fruit you’re carrying? Let’s give it away! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karen Hossink&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/3867053324555615941-4873786737480365779?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4873786737480365779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/fruit-at-pharmacy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4873786737480365779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4873786737480365779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/fruit-at-pharmacy.html' title='Fruit at the Pharmacy'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-45159780430963844</id><published>2010-06-21T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:00:04.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>Ageless?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As I used my cleaning solution and moisturizer this morning — it’s called Ageless — I thought to myself, “I have used this stuff for months and I don’t look one bit younger!” It’s tough being a woman in today’s society. Everywhere you look and everything you read communicates the message about looking younger and being beautiful. If you are not in a size three, with porcelain skin and you don’t have long flowing hair, you won’t measure up! I wore a size three when I was three years old … what’s up with this new sizing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that my confidence and my worth are not measured by my looks, because looks are fleeting and the world’s idea of beauty is certainly not biblical. Proverbs 31:30 says, “Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, but a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As David Roper recently said in the Daily Bread, “Physical beauty all too quickly fades away; all one’s efforts to keep it are doomed to fail. But there is an inner beauty — authentic beauty that will endure forever — in the one who fears the Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to concentrate on The Book that reveals the truth about beauty, real beauty, and pay no attention to all the hype that magazines make. These words are lies and they just cause us to feel bad about not measuring up to the world’s standards of beauty. I see so many lovely ladies around Trinity that have a glow about them that doesn’t come from a bottle of make-up, but can only flow from the Holy Spirit within. That beauty is ageless! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide into your jeans — no matter the size — dab on a little make-up and feel good about yourself and who you are. You are a child of the King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Harvey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-45159780430963844?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/45159780430963844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/ageless.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/45159780430963844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/45159780430963844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/ageless.html' title='Ageless?'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-3659609657382121504</id><published>2010-06-18T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T00:00:00.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><title type='text'>You Can’t Hide from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;When I was in high school in the 1940s, the boys at my school loved pranks. One I remember well was when the pranksters went to a local farmer’s place and turned his outhouse over — while he was in it! Continuing the outhouse theme, they pushed one over that was on a high embankment that went down to a river. That one had a dog attached to it and the dog went with it. That was the end of turning over outhouses, but the pranks didn’t stop. One week the boys stole someone’s hens and released them during the chapel service. What a distraction that caused! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the boys got caught but other times they got away with their pranks without punishment. Occasionally, they thought they got away with something but, in reality, it was known who had done the prank. The recipient just had mercy and didn’t confront the boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, we are no different from the prank-loving boys. We think we get away with things in our lives that we know aren’t pleasing to God, even though we know in our hearts that He knows our every thought and our every move. He may let us make choices that disappoint Him but He is never surprised. And He loves us in spite of the areas of our lives that we haven’t given over to Him yet. What have you been “hiding” that He knows about anyway? Won’t you confess it and ask Him to give you the strength to overcome your weakness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie-Laurie Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-3659609657382121504?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3659609657382121504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-cant-hide-from-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3659609657382121504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3659609657382121504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-cant-hide-from-god.html' title='You Can’t Hide from God'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-7165970909385509004</id><published>2010-06-16T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:00:04.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Truth be Told</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Not too long ago I was venting to my BFF about my husband. As only a BFF who’s known you for years can do, she told me that I was the one with the problem. Now, when your BFF takes your husband’s side over yours, you know two things. First, she’s a true friend and, second, the problem is TRULY yours! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked more and she shared some insights that she has learned through struggles in her own new marriage. She recommended Proper Care and Feeding of Husbands by Dr. Laura Schlessinger. While she doesn’t promote herself as a Christian author, Dr. Laura has some good things to say about relationships and, in this book specifically, she challenges wives. God used that open door to show me the error of my ways! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a dangerous place to be when we let our own selfishness get in the way of caring about and for our husbands. No, I don’t mean the very basic needs they have, but caring. What kind of day did he have, what does he need right now, what can I do to make his life better, easier. What kind of stress is he feeling from his day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a wife, I was starting to feel like my husband “owed” me because of all the things I was doing to manage our life and home — and I don’t even have kids! I imagine how much more that temptation is when there are children involved. That’s a bad place to be. It’s a breeding ground for resentment, disappointment and loss of warm, fuzzy feelings. I had to ask my husband to forgive me and then I had to take a serious look at my heart and my attitude. I quit praying so much for him to change and started praying for God to change me — yep, me. Funny thing … I started liking my husband again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-7165970909385509004?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7165970909385509004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/truth-be-told.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7165970909385509004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7165970909385509004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/truth-be-told.html' title='Truth be Told'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-8408906437039200281</id><published>2010-06-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:00:01.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Fizzled Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Does anyone else ever feel like their once burning bonfire for Christ has turned into a fizzled flame? I have been a Christ-follower for a long time. I dedicated my life to Christ as a sophomore in high school. That was when the song “Jesus Freak” by DC Talk was still very popular, and I was a proud Jesus Freak! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continued until about just out of college. I can’t really point to one thing that stopped fueling the fire but Luke 8:14 mentions that the cares, riches and pleasure of this world can choke the word of God in our lives. This is probably what happened as a new career, new marriage and some family changes occurred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has brought a person into my life through work and I always think of us as unlikely friends. We were talking recently and mentioned a town near Detroit. I had been there in high school with the youth choir doing a concert in the park and evangelizing. She was there doing other not-so-upstanding activities like partying and drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the last two years she has become interested in learning more about Christ, so I invited her to the starting point class. I didn’t really expect to get a ton out of it. It was my intention to use this class as a tool to begin discipling her. But God had something else in store for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to add fuel to their fire again, just hang out with new believers. They are so excited and hungry to learn about Jesus. They were just the fuel needed to get my fire burning brighter! It was such an exciting experience to see these new believers discover more about Jesus. One practical solution to a fizzling flame, start discipling someone! No matter where you are at God can use you! It will restore that fire to the burning bonfire it used to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Heriford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-8408906437039200281?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/8408906437039200281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/fizzled-fire.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/8408906437039200281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/8408906437039200281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/fizzled-fire.html' title='Fizzled Fire'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-5863704203418237067</id><published>2010-06-11T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:00:01.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spartan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><title type='text'>Running the Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A few weeks ago I participated in the Heart of a Spartan 5k race. It was on a Sunday morning and to my very bitter disappointment, it was raining pretty hard. I decided that I wouldn’t run with a raincoat (or put a trash bag over my head as some were doing), but that I would just run with the running gear I used during training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a minute before the start I panicked and decided that I wanted a windbreaker to shield me from the rain. It worked well for about five minutes, until the rain penetrated the jacket. I took off the jacket and tied it around my waist, but it was still a heavy, wet nuisance. Eventually, I untied the jacket from my waist, wrung it out, and wadded it into one hand. That’s how I crossed the finish line — with a wadded up jacket in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t all that I remember from that race. It was a great course and the chance to run across the Spartan football field was an incredible experience. But I’ll admit, I was distracted and frustrated most of the race. The jacket bothered me more than the rain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me so much of my spiritual life at times. I alternate from God’s original plan because I think I need something other than what He’s given. Then I end up struggling in my walk because I’m carrying this burden (that I chose to bring along) that distracts me and weighs me down. That’s not how God says we should run. His Word says, “Let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.” Hebrews 12:1b &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to lose the baggage that’s dividing your attention from the race set out for you and to run like you mean it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-5863704203418237067?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/5863704203418237067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/running-race.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5863704203418237067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5863704203418237067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/running-race.html' title='Running the Race'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-3280627375465549669</id><published>2010-06-09T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T00:00:07.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encourage'/><title type='text'>The Shadow of the Almighty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You know those times where you feel like you don’t do anything right? You offend everyone you talk to? You waste time that you don’t have? You look around at your life and all you see are failures? Maybe it’s just me but I struggle with these thoughts every so often. I’m never sure how I got here, how I slipped so low that I can’t seem to pull myself out. I was fine just the other day, wasn’t I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is Satan. He is a master of discouragement and loves to see me wallow in depression and despondency. And I hate to give him the satisfaction of victory in pointing out every flaw I have and having me focus on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like me and occasionally find yourself standing face-to-face with every area of your life that isn’t up to snuff, let me share a thought — take a step to the left. I think the reason I can get lost in my sin is because I’m no longer standing behind Christ. I’ve moved from His shadow and am standing on my own, a prime target for Satan and his nasty darts. Christ needs to stand between me and the Devil in order for me to be victorious. His blood covers me and is the only thing that can overcome my human nature and help me become Christlike. Psalm 91 is a great passage that encourages me when I’m feeling vulnerable. I especially like verse 2: “I will say to the Lord, ‘My refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust!’” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What verses encourage you when you’re feeling like life is getting the better of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty Dextrom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-3280627375465549669?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3280627375465549669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/shadow-of-almighty.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3280627375465549669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3280627375465549669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/shadow-of-almighty.html' title='The Shadow of the Almighty'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-6928297438892326194</id><published>2010-06-07T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:32:54.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Lord, Keep My Fire Burning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Some days I get so mentally and physically exhausted, I could just cry. While the day may hold many things to be thankful for, I get weary and find that the only way I can truly rejuvenate is to be alone in peace and quiet. Traditionally when I take these alone times, I have found myself feeling guilty or selfish for needing this time to just let my mind rest, but God showed me something this week which struck my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God instructed the Israelites to keep the fire burning continuously. The altar fire was holy fire ignited by the presence of God. This sacred fire was never to be extinguished. “The fire on the altar is to be kept burning on it ... [The] fire shall be kept burning continually on the altar; it is not to go out” (Leviticus 6:12–13). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this, I thought, “How were the people able to keep the fire going continuously?” Then I read Numbers 4:13 where God instructed the Israelites to remove just the ashes from the altar and cover them safely with a purple cloth. With this thought, God was not concerned with the fact that there was an actual flame burning, but that there would be hot coals from which the fire could be ignited later in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If fire could be compared to the fire of my heart, then this lesson gave me great comfort. It is only natural for a flame to grow high and low. The purple covering mentioned in Numbers 4:13 could be compared to His holy presence as protector of the fire (or our heart). God is not so concerned that my life is a continuous raging flaming fire, but that I simply depend on him to keep the coals “simmering” with His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Patry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-6928297438892326194?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/6928297438892326194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/lord-keep-my-fire-burning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6928297438892326194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6928297438892326194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/lord-keep-my-fire-burning.html' title='Lord, Keep My Fire Burning'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-8476172661249914415</id><published>2010-06-04T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:00:08.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><title type='text'>Would He See Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Noah found favor in the eyes of the Lord. This is the account of Noah. Noah was a righteous man, blameless among the people of his time, and he walked with God.&lt;/em&gt; Genesis 6:8-9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you remember in December when Don Cousins was preaching at Trinity? I appreciated so much of what he said, but there was one statement in particular he made that has really stuck with me. Don said that in the midst of the evil in the world — when God was ready to wipe out all of humanity and start over — He saw Noah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;God saw Noah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;In spite of the way his neighbors were living, Noah chose righteousness. He walked with God. Noah was starkly different. And God saw him. I know Don had a lot more to say that morning, but the message God was speaking to me — the question that has stayed with me — is this: If I was alive in Noah’s day, living as I am today, would God see me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, how I desire to live a life that is pleasing to God! How about you? How has God been speaking to you lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Karen Hossink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-8476172661249914415?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/8476172661249914415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/would-he-see-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/8476172661249914415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/8476172661249914415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/would-he-see-me.html' title='Would He See Me?'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-2548227127718662095</id><published>2010-06-02T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:00:04.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><title type='text'>Mystery Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My husband called me before Spring Break. I was having coffee with a friend at a local bookstore. Jim said, with a sparkle in his voice, “How would you like to go on a Mystery trip with me for Spring Break?” Of course, I was excited and said, “Yes. What do I take to wear?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;During Easter weekend, I could hear him on the phone and computer making arrangements for our trip. I love surprises, so I didn’t cheat and try to listen or look at any of his notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We had a wonderful weekend with our family, 14 of them, on Easter Sunday. Come Monday morning, we were packed and on our way. I had no idea of the destination, only what I should bring to wear and that it was nine hours away. I’ve gotta tell you … I was excited! What a romantic idea for the “love of my life” to do for me after 40 years of marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We drove eight hours, stopped for the night and arrived at the Greenbrier Resort in White Sulphur Springs, WV, on Tuesday morning. The beauty was breathtaking! For lack of space, I cannot go into all that we saw and enjoyed, but if you ask me, I will certainly tell you about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I began to think about our Lord and how He has that same idea for our life … a Mystery Trip. Just like I trusted my husband who loves me, I need to trust Jesus to lead me thru this life and to the most special place of all … Heaven. We are never sure where life will lead us, but we can be sure Who will lead us thru life. Enjoy the adventure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband.&lt;/em&gt; Revelation 21:10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Patricia Harvey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-2548227127718662095?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/2548227127718662095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/mystery-trip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2548227127718662095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2548227127718662095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/06/mystery-trip.html' title='Mystery Trip'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-3239994718732476875</id><published>2010-05-31T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:00:08.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Food for Your Tummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok ladies, feels like I have been doing some serious posts! So today instead of feeding your soul, I want to feed your belly! I think this is a great spring soup. It is so colorful and light. I served it with some garlic bread and Italian salad to my husband and father-in-law and they gobbled it up. It is delicious! Oh, and please don’t be afraid of the crushed red pepper. It gives a little kick and makes people wonder what that special ingredient is. Give it a shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken, Spinich and Whole Wheat Tortellini Soup&lt;br /&gt;Serves: 4 servings Prep time: 10 minutes Total time: 25 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon olive oil&lt;br /&gt;½ cup chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;½ cup sliced celery&lt;br /&gt;2 cups cooked, shredded chicken (I used chicken from a store-bought rotisserie)&lt;br /&gt;¼ teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes&lt;br /&gt;4 cups reduced-sodium chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;9 ounces fresh or frozen 100% whole wheat cheese tortellini (look in the dairy area of the grocery store)&lt;br /&gt;1 (14.5 oz) can no-salt-added diced tomatoes, with their liquid&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces frozen chopped spinach, thawed and squeezed dry&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup grated Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large pot, heat the oil over medium heat. Add the onion and celery and sauté three minutes. Add the shredded chicken, crushed red pepper flakes, if using, broth and water; bring to a boil. Add the tortellini and cook halfway, about five minutes for frozen, less for fresh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the tomatoes along with their liquid and reduce the heat to a simmer and cook just until the pasta is tender, about four minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir in the spinach and heat through, about one minute. Meanwhile, whisk together the egg and Parmesan cheese and drizzle into the soup and cook, stirring, about three minutes more. Season with pepper and salt, if desired. Remove from heat and serve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutritional info: 407 calories, 15g fat, 5g saturated fat, 38g carbs, 32 g protein, 561 mg sodium, 122 mg cholesterol, 7 g fiber.&lt;br /&gt;Source: I think this came from a Cooking Light magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, Ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Heriford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-3239994718732476875?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3239994718732476875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/food-for-your-tummy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3239994718732476875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/3239994718732476875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/food-for-your-tummy.html' title='Food for Your Tummy!'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-6716744104256066393</id><published>2010-05-28T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:00:05.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter'/><title type='text'>Let’s Talk Some Trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We all have trash in our lives, whether garbage thoughts or that absolutely adorable (but crippling!) pair of shoes in the back of our closet. Over the past week, I’ve gathered several trash bags of old odds and ends that, at one point, I was going to use to create something brilliant. Sometimes, all it takes is a little nudge from someone to encourage you to release years worth of garbage — things that are weighing you down and cluttering up your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, garbage thoughts and the negative words we’ve allowed others to dump into our precious minds will always clutter and crowd our minds and souls and limit our ability to dream and see the beauty God created in and around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no more! It’s time to get out those trash bags, dumpsters, boxes, and dump trucks if you need ’em and throw out all of those negative thoughts — the harsh words you’ve heard that have settled in your mind, the thoughts of hopelessness that say “my dreams are unrealistic,” “nothing ever works for me,” “God can’t fix the mess I’ve made,” or “I don’t look how I want to.” Those thoughts need to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That trash talk is going where it belongs — the smelly dump! It’s time to redecorate our new spacious minds, cleared of all trash talk, and fill it with words of hope and excitement for what lies ahead. I leave you with this happy thought, precious woman: God plans to replenish your hope, restore your dreams, and give you an exciting future! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-6716744104256066393?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/6716744104256066393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-talk-some-trash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6716744104256066393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6716744104256066393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-talk-some-trash.html' title='Let’s Talk Some Trash'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-1337791058834490326</id><published>2010-05-26T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T00:00:03.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flow'/><title type='text'>Full to Overflowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;When my grandson Jack visits we usually head to the kitchen sink for some dishwashing time. You know, the kind of dishwashing a two year old would do – fill the sink with water, throw in a few plastic containers, and let the water run ever so slowly. Well, when Jack washes the dishes it is an experience in engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He places each container in a line on the counter, takes a measuring cup and fills the one closest to him. He looks carefully to see if he should start on the container next in line but promptly changes his mind and continues to fill the first until it is overflowing! I try to save the kitchen from flooding by emptying that first container into the next only to be met with an outcry from Jack because I've ruined his plan of letting the first container be continually filled and overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are several applications one can make from this picture of Jack and the dishes but I’m going to go with the overflowing one today. Imagine what God could do through us if we allowed Him to continually pour His love, compassion, understanding and patience, just to name a few attributes, into us so that we were full to overflowing with Jesus Christ. We could have marriages that really work. We could have friendships that are authentic. We could lead people to the heart of God. Don’t let this day go by without filling yourself with Jesus Christ. Spend time with Him through prayer and Bible reading. Take a walk and just say, “Fill me up to overflowing with you, Lord.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Cathy Bytwerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Coordinator of Women's Ministry, Trinity Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-1337791058834490326?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/1337791058834490326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/full-to-overflowing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1337791058834490326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1337791058834490326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/full-to-overflowing.html' title='Full to Overflowing'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-2001201871207985304</id><published>2010-05-24T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T00:00:07.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><title type='text'>Unpredictable but Constant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I remember my 11th birthday well. It was March 14, 1939, and I received my first balloon tire bike. It was blue and daddy had a protector over the chain, so I wouldn’t get caught in it. I also received a kite from a friend, and as soon as supper was over I rode my new bike over to the playground and flew my new kite for the first time! Another thing that makes this birthday stand out is that I didn't have to wear a coat or a sweater — the temperature was in the 70s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 11 years to March 17, l950 — my wedding day. I was now 22 years of age and doing my student teaching. There was a blizzard and most of my first graders didn’t really expect there would be a wedding. However, there was although some folks were unable to come because of the weather. It got down to 20 degrees below zero that night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we live in Michigan, we can expect the weather to be unpredictable. Walking with God is like that as well. We never know what He has in store for us but we survive because He is there with us. He is in control and won’t give us more than He knows we can handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Both March 1939 and March 1950 showed us unusual weather. Even though I didn’t know what to expect, God knew. He is never surprised, which is a comforting thought in the midst of everchanging circumstances. How have you seen Him with you lately in a way you didn’t expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie-Laurie Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-2001201871207985304?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/2001201871207985304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/unpredictable-but-constant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2001201871207985304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2001201871207985304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/unpredictable-but-constant.html' title='Unpredictable but Constant'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-322838712298856633</id><published>2010-05-21T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:00:05.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Martin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Wrapped in Rain — Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I must read each night as I lay in bed; it helps me unwind. One of my favorite things is to snuggle into my bed with the electric blanket on and read until I just fall asleep. The book gently slips out of my hands and I snooze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An author I recently stumbled on in Trinity’s library has really caught my attention. I loved the first book I checked out so much that I ordered all his other books from the public library and I’m working my way through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author is Charles Martin. He develops his characters and draws you into them. In three of his books that I’ve read, there is always one character that has wisdom and a fear of God that makes a profound, if not immediate, impact on the main character’s life —done in a humorous, straightforward kind of way. This particular book, Wrapped in Rain, is told through the voice of one man, Tucker. The other characters in the book are his father, his half brother, a neighbor girl and her little boy, and the woman who raised Tucker and his brother — a God fearing woman named Miss Ella. It’s a story about relationships as well as a man struggling with his faith in a God who has been represented as love but also has seemed to turn his back to Tucker’s suffering. In this story there is tragedy, abuse, sadness, humor, love, forgiveness, redemption and healing. What I love about his books are the characters. In Wrapped in Rain I really felt like I got to know the characters in this story. When the book was over, I didn’t want my relationship with the characters to end! Wrapped in Rain is the kind of book you stay up late to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-322838712298856633?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/322838712298856633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/wrapped-in-rain-book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/322838712298856633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/322838712298856633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/wrapped-in-rain-book-review.html' title='Wrapped in Rain — Book Review'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-4245314129229251250</id><published>2010-05-19T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T00:00:06.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s work'/><title type='text'>Experiencing God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;One of the most life-changing Bible studies I have ever done Experiencing God by Henry Blackaby. I thought of this study recently because of a huge praise report involving my nephew. Nathan is eight years old and has had illnesses starting as an infant with eczema, food allergies and eventually asthma. This has continued throughout the years but lately has gotten much worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was out to lunch with a friend. She was telling me about the symptoms her friend’s child was having and out of my mouth came “Celiac disease.” My friend looked at me a little perplexed and said “Yes, how did you know that?” I replied, “I have no idea.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when all the light bulbs started coming on. About 2.3 minutes later I called my sister. When I mentioned it she flipped out! She had been praying and fasting for the previous two weeks pleading with God to lead her to an answer. The day before she had talked with a chiropractor who questioned if Nathan had ever been tested for Celiac disease (a gluten allergy). Less than 24 hours later I call mentioning the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week he was formally diagnosed with Celiac disease. I am not thankful for the diagnosis but that we finally know what is going on and can fix it! He can finally get well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Experiencing God study has 10 concepts, two of which are highlighted in this story. First: God is always at work around you. Second: God invites you to become involved with Him in His work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves my nephew, more than I do and even more than my sister does! God was at work for my nephew and He invited me to be involved in it. What an amazing God we serve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Heriford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-4245314129229251250?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4245314129229251250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/experiencing-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4245314129229251250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4245314129229251250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/experiencing-god.html' title='Experiencing God'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-8848335845522187024</id><published>2010-05-17T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:00:05.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='example'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>That’s A Good Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I had lunch with a dear friend recently. She is the kind of person whom everyone likes; she’s sweet and kind and sees the good in people. She’s been exploring the role that Christ should play in her life and attended a church she’d never been to before a few weeks ago. She’s was telling me her impressions of the service and then she said she was confused about something. One of the people she was with — who is a regular attender at this church — was not being very positive about some of the other attendees. My friend’s question was, shouldn’t someone who calls themselves a Christian behave better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it for a minute and then I said to her, “I’ll let you in on a secret. The church is made up of people.” I said it tongue in cheek but it is true. People in the world sometimes forget that Christians are human too and we are still going to fail, even after we make a profession of faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I told her that she was correct — we should be different. &lt;em&gt;Matthew 5:14-16 says, “You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do men light a lamp and put it under a bowl … Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your Father who is in heaven.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a great responsibility that God has given us. And it’s amazing when you think about it. He’s entrusted His human creation to spread the word about His saving grace! I don’t know about you but I feel quite inadequate for that job. But my friend sure got me thinking and motivated to strive to be a better example of Christ’s love to those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty Dextrom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-8848335845522187024?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/8848335845522187024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/thats-good-question.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/8848335845522187024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/8848335845522187024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/thats-good-question.html' title='That’s A Good Question'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-5697793740957627507</id><published>2010-05-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:00:07.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psalm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Decision Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;This past month God has challenged me with many decisions regarding my career. Like most women, I like to talk about these decisions with friends and family to gather their input and perspectives. As with all people’s perspectives, one must consider the source. I have found that when I chose to share information with those who were not Christ followers, the waters became murky and quite confusing, resulting in restless nights and feelings of confusion (not a good time!). Their words of doubt and disbelief would rattle through my head and I had to go back to God’s word for reassurance and direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s word clearly instructs us not to walk in the counsel of the wicked or to sit at the seat of scoffers (Psalm 1:1), yet I fell to this temptation in a big way … perhaps because I didn’t want to feel so alone in the decisions I had to make. What I found was that their words left me feeling more alone and confused than ever! My Christian friends were able to direct me clearly back to God’s word and show me attitudes and actions I could take that would align clearly with God’s promises of blessing. I can now stand firmly “like a tree standing by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season, whose leaf does not wither!” (Psalm 1: 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked God to show me why He would allow those with misdirected words to come into my life, He seemed to show me that it was my own lack of boundaries. If I do not want to hear their opinion, then it might make sense for me not to ask them for it! (Duh, Sheryl!) Thank you, Lord, for the power of your word to clearly show us Your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Patry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-5697793740957627507?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/5697793740957627507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/decision-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5697793740957627507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5697793740957627507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/decision-making.html' title='Decision Making'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-2046885338696609065</id><published>2010-05-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:00:06.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steadfast'/><title type='text'>Mercy with My Name on It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever been desperate? Ever felt like there was too much for you to do, too much to handle, and no way you were ever going to make it through? Have you ever tried to face the day, but found yourself wanting to run back to your room and hide under the covers until it was time to go back to bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some mornings like that recently. I sat down to breakfast after already experiencing conflict with my son over his need to unload the dishwasher. My daughter asked me to sign papers and fill out forms for school and reminded me of the ingredients she needed for foods class — which I forgot to buy. The boys were arguing over who had to let the dog out and then one of them spilled the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I bowed my head to thank God for my food and ask His blessing on my day, these are the words that flowed from my heart, “God, I’m desperate today. I know I can’t make it without You!” When the next day started similarly, I just prayed, “God, I’m desperate again.” The third day echoed the same prayer and I began to wonder if I should start writing my own episodes of &lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend reminded me of Lamentations 3:22-23, “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” My friend smiled and told me, “His mercies are new every morning, Karen. And He’s got one with your name on it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercy with my name on it. Oh, how I love that concept! And He’s got one with your name on it, too. Do you know what that means? Think about it. He — whose steadfast love never ceases — sees you every day and He knows your tomorrows. God knows how your circumstances are going to unfold. The Creator of the world is orchestrating the events in your life for your good and His glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Karen Hossink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-2046885338696609065?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/2046885338696609065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/mercy-with-my-name-on-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2046885338696609065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/2046885338696609065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/mercy-with-my-name-on-it.html' title='Mercy with My Name on It'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-7876133934972268366</id><published>2010-05-10T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:00:06.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>God has a plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My husband, Jim, and I have been married for 40 years; therefore, his family is like my family. Actually, it was one of his sisters, Kathleen, that got us together on a blind date. She was my good friend and Jim was her little brother, away at college. A story for another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jim’s family hurts, I hurt. My sister-in-law, Judy, has hurt a lot in the past few years. She has lost her husband, her Mom and Dad -- one year apart -- her mother-in-law, and had a severe stroke that took months of recovery. Last summer, they said she needed a series of three serious surgeries to fix multiple aneurisms. The first surgery took place last August; the second was three days after Christmas; and the third on Feb. 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy recovered from the first and second surgery, but the third was another story. She never regained consciousness and remained in ICU for 39 days. The diagnosis is that even if or when she does become conscience, she will be paralyzed from the neck down. Last week she was transferred to another critical care facility closer to her extended family. Her only child lives nine hours away in Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve had so many believers praying for Judy and I wonder what God’s plan is for her life. But the other day I realized that had she not been diagnosed with these aneurisms, I would not have felt the urgency to present Christ to her. She gave her heart to the Lord three days before the first surgery. If she has to lay there paralyzed, it is so much better than going to hell in a healthy body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.” John 14:6&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Harvey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-7876133934972268366?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7876133934972268366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-has-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7876133934972268366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7876133934972268366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-has-plan.html' title='God has a plan'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-4749239691221081079</id><published>2010-05-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:00:02.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zipper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><title type='text'>Tight Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My coworker, Nikki, has been laughing at me all day ... okay, she’s not laughing at me, she’s laughing with me! That makes a BIG difference. This morning when I arrived at work, I decided to pull my beloved blue Prius into a parking spot that looked a little tight ... but only a little. (You know, like those pants that are only a little tight? Just five more pounds and I’m sure I could get — this — zipper — up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I kept my eye on the car to my left (Nikki’s car, actually, so I hope she appreciates it!), I heard a crunching noise from the other side. Aarrgghh! The other car was scraped up, and it was all my fault, “no-fault” state or not. Worse yet, the other car was (gulp) a Lexus. Probably someone’s beloved green Lexus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my sorry note on the windshield and asked the driver to call me. Then, all day, every time I ran into anyone, I’d ask, “What kind of car do you drive?” And Nikki would start laughing. Mercilessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People kept hoping I had hit their old clunkers and were disappointed when I described a green Lexus. Finally we figured out the car must belong to one of the men visiting for an all-day training. (“Welcome to Trinity!”) Sure enough, toward the end of the day, my phone rang. “Anne? This is Don Roscoe ...” Don! I know Don! Maybe he’ll forgive me ... and, of course, he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is there any spiritual lesson in this? Probably not, but here’s what came to my addled mind. When you think you can squeeze into a tight place in life — just kind of barely slide between the lines the Lord has set — you might cause some damage. Better to steer clear and find another place to park! What lines have you tried to “squeeze between” lately? How did it turn out? Share your comments ... I won’t laugh, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Cody&lt;br /&gt;Director of Group Life, Trinity Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-4749239691221081079?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4749239691221081079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/tight-places.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4749239691221081079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4749239691221081079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/tight-places.html' title='Tight Places'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-7206253124312096288</id><published>2010-05-05T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:00:07.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Oh, How He Loves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Love. We need it, and God has it. God is love. Why do we need Love? It heals us. Life is traumatic — and nobody survives. God’s true love heals, satisfies and brings peace to our hearts. No human love can do what the love of our Heavenly Father does. Our Daddy loves us more than any human is able. He knows your thoughts and remembers every moment of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Psalm 139:13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows." Luke 12:6-8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows the number of hairs on our heads and the freckles on our noses! What does this mean? Just this: God knows us better than we know ourselves. But wait! Isn’t that the core of our heart’s desire? To be truly known and loved. That’s why women pursue relationships with men so intensely — God created us to crave this love that only He provides. To know and understand this should put your heart at ease. To rest our hearts in our Daddy’s careful and ever-loving hands and then let human love enrich our lives after we find fulfillment in God. This will protect your heart, give you confidence in God’s everlasting love, and free you from the frenzied search to be known and loved — because you’ve found it. It’s in relationship with God, our Love. Go outside and let the sunshine warm you from head to toe. That’s a hug from your Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-7206253124312096288?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7206253124312096288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-how-he-loves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7206253124312096288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7206253124312096288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-how-he-loves.html' title='Oh, How He Loves!'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-5043750847592502837</id><published>2010-05-03T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:00:07.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pajama'/><title type='text'>Pajama Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Today was one of those days where all I wanted to wear was my pajamas. I wasn’t inspired to just lay around; I wanted to dig into some major projects and be really comfy while digging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan was to take down my shear drapes, wash them in the bathtub, hang them up to dry, and place them back on freshly cleaned windows. As I stroked my windows with Windex cleaner, I realized how exposed I was to anyone who might make an unexpected visit to me. If that would have happened, they would have seen me for who I truly am — dressed in pajamas, bed hair, unbrushed teeth, and NO MAKE-UP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the thought occurred to me that God is the one who sees me as I really am only He doesn’t make any judgements about me. He accepts what He sees. He gently opens my eyes to see where I can make improvements in myself, change some habits, and basically get cleaned up. What He desires to see in me is His reflection, just like I wanted my windows to reflect cleanliness. Maybe you need a pajama day too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/S92gAuoOB3I/AAAAAAAAEyg/8SLMKpkMpxc/s1600/j0439324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/S92gAuoOB3I/AAAAAAAAEyg/8SLMKpkMpxc/s320/j0439324.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Try it and see what God shows you. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy Bytwerk&lt;br /&gt;Coordinator of Women's Ministry , Trinity Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-5043750847592502837?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/5043750847592502837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/pajama-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5043750847592502837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5043750847592502837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/05/pajama-day.html' title='Pajama Day'/><author><name>Autumn Clack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234489345780573730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4n98mlGJRk/S92gAuoOB3I/AAAAAAAAEyg/8SLMKpkMpxc/s72-c/j0439324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-394252102739993666</id><published>2010-04-30T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:01:01.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sale – His Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Selling our home of 44 years was  traumatic, but for me, selling our cottage that same year was even more  traumatic. It was on Lake Charlevoix and the sale affected our children, their  spouses and their children. Our home sold the morning the sign went up. Our  cottage sold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; the sign was up! We moved into a condominium and  although it was not on the east side of town where we had grown up, it was close  to our church and we had everything within about 10 minutes of our home. The  ease with which everything happened made us feel in control, as if we were  orchestrating the events of our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;However, when my husband had a stroke two  years later we realized we weren’t in control at all. God is and He alone sees  the Big Picture. God was at work in our lives, but we still didn’t consult Him  or thank Him for the everyday things. As humans, we just want to be in  control. We give the problem to Him and then try to do it our way. Although this  is a natural response, it is wrong. We need to trust Him enough to allow Him to  work in our lives the way He wants to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just as He took control of my living  situation I need to let Him have control of me. I need to be thankful that He  still blesses me and is with me during the hard times. Thank you,  Jesus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Annie-Laurie Robinson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-394252102739993666?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/394252102739993666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-sale-his-control.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/394252102739993666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/394252102739993666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-sale-his-control.html' title='Our Sale – His Control'/><author><name>SHE Blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804229811441230525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-5491127126099063812</id><published>2010-04-28T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:01:04.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to be the Person the Dog Thinks I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I saw that quote this week and it made me  laugh. Any dog person would understand! I have a sweet dog named Chai, like the  tea, who thinks I am wonder women! She thinks I give the best belly rubs, play  the best games, and am the most beautiful (even without makeup on). My husband  laughs because Chai looks at me with adoration. When I talk to her, I have her  undivided attention! She literally gives me eye contact and perks her ears to  let me know she is listening. When just she and I are home, I will perform  concerts for her. I think she enjoys these the most! She gets so excited, wags  her tail and gives me standing ovations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This quote though made me think a little  deeper. I think I have it backward. It should be, “I want to be the person God  thinks I am.” So who does God think I am? Well, first and foremost I am God’s  daughter. John 1:12 says, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But to all who believed Him and accepted Him, He  gave the right to become the children of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;” (Others: Romans 8:16, 1 John  3:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If that is not enough, God also refers to  himself as Abba or Father. I am a child of the King! I am royalty … a Princess  to be exact! When I think about this I always feel unworthy, but that is also  backwards (why are we so hard on ourselves?). God, surprisingly, thinks very  highly of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Psalm 139: 17-18a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;How precious are your thoughts about  me, Oh God! They are innumerable! I can’t even count them; they outnumber the  grains of sand! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What an encouragement! My Father thinks I  am pretty great! No matter my behavior, or attitude, I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; be His  Daughter. He will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; love me and I want to make Him proud! What a  challenge and encouragement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Michelle Heriford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-5491127126099063812?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/5491127126099063812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-to-be-person-dog-thinks-i-am.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5491127126099063812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/5491127126099063812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-to-be-person-dog-thinks-i-am.html' title='I Want to be the Person the Dog Thinks I Am'/><author><name>SHE Blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804229811441230525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-7632785243389668545</id><published>2010-04-26T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:01:03.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women to Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On Wednesday nights more than 100 women  have been meeting at Trinity to get a deeper look into the life of Queen Esther.  Author and motivational speaker Beth Moore leads us through what seems to be a  weekly cinematic discovery into the culture and drama that unfolds in this  amazing story.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have found myself feeling like a CSI  investigator trying to study this book — and so far it has been a lot of fun!  Throughout the story we are presented with scenes that contain hints of  circumstances and attitudes of the key characters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;While we all have agreed that we would  like to be more like Esther, it has been interesting to learn lessons from the  “villains” in this story. King Xerxes was a self-righteous, arrogant leader, who  ran his kingdom trying to impress and please the people. His actions and  decisions lacked sufficient boundaries, restraint and guidance of any sort. He  seems to approach life with a “What’s in it for me?” type of attitude.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As a single woman striving to support  myself and make tough decisions in life, it is challenging for me to pull out of  the “what’s in it for me” mindset. After all, who else is going to look out for  me but me ... right??? Wrong. That is the perception the devil would like me to  have but the truth is we are never alone. God’s word says, “Behold, I am with  you always” and “Come unto me all you who are weak and heavy laden and I will  give you rest” and “Trust in the Lord, with all your heart, leaning not in our  own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and he will direct your  path.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Independent thinking apart from seeking  God’s face and will can be dangerous stuff. One need not look any further than  King Xerxes for evidence of this mindset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sheryl Patry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-7632785243389668545?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7632785243389668545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/women-to-women.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7632785243389668545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7632785243389668545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/women-to-women.html' title='Women to Women'/><author><name>SHE Blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804229811441230525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-6269425466476877737</id><published>2010-04-23T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:01:03.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love jigsaw puzzles. There, I’ve said  it. Some of you will think I’m a geek. Some will know right off the bat that I’m  single with no kids because you know you could never keep little hands from  stealing pieces at your house. Some will wonder if you can come over to do one  with me (yes, you can!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One puzzle I find challenging is  discerning God’s will. It seems like it would be so much easier if He would just  give us all the pieces at once. A year ago, I felt God leading me to quit my job  and start my own business. Crazy in this economy? Absolutely. But God sometimes  calls us to do crazy things in this life. Business has been okay. Of course,  there have been ups and downs, and every time I have to take money from my  savings account to pay bills, I ask God if this is really the track I’m supposed  to be on. He always assures me it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This week I interviewed for a part-time  job. The opportunity came up so I decided to at least go for the interview. As I  spent the rest of the day thinking and praying about it, I wondered if this was  God providing or if this was a test of sorts. God finally led me to the  conclusion that if I believe He led me to quit my job — and I do — it wasn’t so  I could cobble together several part-time jobs. I need to stay on the straight  path of pursuing the goals He has laid out for me. I felt as if He had revealed  the picture on the top of the box. I’m so grateful that in Psalm 16:11 He  promises to “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;make known to me the path of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;” … even if it is one piece  at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Patty Dextrom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-6269425466476877737?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/6269425466476877737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/puzzling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6269425466476877737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/6269425466476877737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/puzzling.html' title='Puzzling'/><author><name>SHE Blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804229811441230525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-4009545730929564368</id><published>2010-04-21T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T00:01:00.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Body and Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After suffering for 14 years and having  six surgeries for endometriosis, my body had finally reached its limit! I had my  sixth surgery at age 41, which left me with one failing ovary and tons of scar  tissue. I wasn’t sleeping and was still having chronic pain and experiencing  some serious mood disturbances. My family doctor’s advice was Prozac and yoga. I  knew in my heart that wasn’t the answer. My heart was telling me to stop working  and focus on my health but that was scary for me. However, I felt that if I  didn’t do something different I was going to fall apart at the seams.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I took an unpaid medical leave of  absence at work and sought out medical practitioners who would support my desire  to deal with my health issues from a natural, holistic perspective, focusing not  only on my body but also my internal thoughts, attitudes and mental energies.  Ironically, I had written a bunch of “positive attitude” quotes to my husband on  the walls of a bathroom destined for remodeling: “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The good news is that the  bad news can be turned into good news when you change your attitude”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“God chooses what we go through; we choose how we go through  it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;During all of this, staying positive has  sometimes been tough. The hormones are helping but so is listening to my body  and my heart tell me what I need to do and selectively seeking out those who  support that decision — family, friends and medical professionals. Being  thankful every day for little improvements and letting myself off the hook on  those days that aren’t so good is also helpful. Most of us just do what it takes  to survive. We learn behaviors, thought patterns and beliefs based on that need  to survive. The real trick is sometimes choosing to go against the flow to do  what we need to do to reclaim ourselves, healing both our bodies and souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3867053324555615941-4009545730929564368?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4009545730929564368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/body-and-soul.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4009545730929564368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4009545730929564368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/body-and-soul.html' title='Body and Soul'/><author><name>SHE Blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804229811441230525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-502144549060682302</id><published>2010-04-19T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:01:00.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There’s something appealing about the  number 3! God blessed my husband and me with three kids, so that seems like the  perfect number to us. A basic chord is made up of three notes; Plato thought the  soul had three parts; and in baseball, you get three strikes before you’re out.  Even children’s stories feature lots of threes — the butcher, the baker, the  candlestick maker, and The Three Pigs, to name a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The most important three is the Trinity —  Father, Son and Holy Spirit. If God Himself is three, it has to be a number of  beauty and perfection. So there are lots of reasons to value the number  three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One of the reasons I love the number  three is because of SHE Follows, Trinity’s mutual mentoring ministry. SHE  Follows equips women to form groups of three (triads) to pursue Jesus. We don’t  form the groups for you, but we will give you instructions and a journal to get  you started. You ask the Lord who He wants you to meet with, then invite them to  join you in a friendship focused on increasingly loving and obeying Jesus.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;SHE Follows is based on a few (okay, I  admit it, four!) important principles. SHE Follows encourages women to follow  Christ through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1.  transparency and accountability  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2.  personalized study of the Word  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. intentional spiritual  transformation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4.  replication — each member committing  to take on two more women after a triad comes to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I’ve been in two triads for a while now,  and the women I’m with are so precious to me! We explore God’s Word, pray  together, encourage each other, and grow closer to each other and to Jesus  through the joys and challenges life brings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just as three notes produce a pleasing  musical chord, three friends who pursue Jesus together create a harmony lovely  to His ears and ours! And as He reminds us in Ecclesiastes, “a threefold cord is  not quickly broken.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For more information, contact Kerri  Kuzera or Michelle Harper, SHE Follows coordinators, at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kerri.kuzera@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;kerri.kuzera@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mharper996@aol.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;mharper996@aol.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Anne Cody&lt;br /&gt;Director of Group Life, Trinity Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-502144549060682302?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/502144549060682302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/power-of-three.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/502144549060682302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/502144549060682302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/power-of-three.html' title='The Power of Three'/><author><name>SHE Blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804229811441230525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-4305542841531381589</id><published>2010-04-16T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:01:03.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Way Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When Pharaoh let the people go, God  did not lead them on the road through the Philistine country, though that was  shorter. For God said, "If they face war, they might change their minds and  return to Egypt." So God led the people around by the desert road toward the Red  Sea.  Exodus 13:17-18&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Have you ever felt certain that God was  leading you the long way around on a journey? I hope it will encourage you to  know He’s been going the long way for thousands of years. &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-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When He led the Israelites out of Egypt,  freeing them from years of slavery, He took them the long way around too. God  knew if He took them the shorter way there was a chance they might turn back.  They might stop following Him and would miss out on His plan for them. God knew  something they did not know, so He led them the long way around.&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-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Surely, it was not for lack of compassion  that God made the Israelites walk longer. He knew they were weary from their  years of servitude. He knew they would grumble about not having food and water.  He knew they would be fearful and complain about the wandering. But He would  provide. He would lead them with pillars of cloud and fire. God knew what the  Israelites needed — though they could not see — and He was faithful to deliver  exactly what they needed. He was faithful to deliver them to the Promised  Land.&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-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What road are you traveling today? Does  it feel too long? Are you tired of walking? Do you wish God would show you the  short cut? Be assured — God knows what He’s doing. Keep following where He  leads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Karen Hossink&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-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3867053324555615941-4305542841531381589?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4305542841531381589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-way-around.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4305542841531381589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4305542841531381589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-way-around.html' title='The Long Way Around'/><author><name>SHE Blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804229811441230525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-1855331301087123204</id><published>2010-04-14T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:01:03.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Remember the days when young girls would gather together in special groups and “talk”? You know the kind of talk where their heads would be close together and their eyes would turn slightly to the side to see if anyone was listening. Life as an adult hasn’t changed much. I still see women in their special groups peering from side to side and hoping above all that they will be in the know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Recently I was in a church community group studying the Israelites. Remember the stories of these people living in Egypt and praying every day that their life of slavery would change? When Moses came into leadership, life definitely began to change. Plagues of all sorts were falling upon Egypt, including the plague of hail and lightning and thunder, which destroyed the fields and anything or anyone who was outside. It didn’t take long for Pharaoh to plead with Moses to ask God to make this horrendous weather stop. So he did and this is what he said, “The thunder will stop and there will be no more hail, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;so you may know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; that the earth is the Lord’s. But I know that you and your officials still do not fear the Lord God.”  (Gen. 9:29-30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pharaoh was now in the know. He knew that his surroundings belonged to God and that God was in control. He also knew that he didn’t want that in his life; he wanted to be in control. I have to ask you, what do you know about God and His plans and desires for you? Are you spending time with Him? Are you talking to Him every day? Are you letting Him control your life? One of the verses I live by is John 17:3, “Now this is life eternal: that they may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;know You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom You have sent.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I hope that as you spend time with your groups of girlfriends that you will talk about knowing God. Knowing Him is the only way that you will truly be “in the know.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cathy Bytwerk&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/3867053324555615941-1855331301087123204?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/1855331301087123204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/she-knows.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1855331301087123204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/1855331301087123204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/she-knows.html' title='She Knows'/><author><name>SHE Blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804229811441230525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-7443616484205097138</id><published>2010-04-12T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:01:00.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Number 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It was the early 1940s and we lived on a farm. I received a horse for my 14th birthday. She was a retired jumper and was 20 years old. I was thrilled! I had a horse! However, there was a catch. I had to promise I would clean the stall and feed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My grandson celebrated his 14th birthday recently. He chose where we would eat and his parents gave him a cell phone. His mom made up poems and different members of the family called him on his cell phone to recite the poems. He also received a fishing vest, a date with his dad to hit golf balls and a membership in a local gun club. He was thrilled!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Although my grandson and I turned 14 in different times periods and we had different needs and wants, we both had parents who loved us and wanted what was best for us. They gave us gifts out of love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God wants what is best for us too. He loves us and gives us a gift that is free. However, there is a catch. We have to accept His gift. Sounds easy, but we also find it is easy to ignore Him and get on with our worldly lives.                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I wasn’t always available to clean the stall or feed the horse, but daddy did it for me. With God it doesn’t work that way. He works in us but we have to do our part and He can’t do it for us. We have to accept His free gift of salvation and recognize we are all sinners saved by His grace. He gave it out of love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My horse died at age 30. The cell phone will wear out. God’s gift will never die or wear out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Annie-Laurie Robinson&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/3867053324555615941-7443616484205097138?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7443616484205097138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-number-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7443616484205097138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/7443616484205097138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-number-14.html' title='Birthday Number 14'/><author><name>SHE Blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804229811441230525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867053324555615941.post-4475138396570480945</id><published>2010-04-09T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:01:03.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lots of changes for me lately! I recently graduated with my master’s degree and became a nurse practitioner. I then left a job of five years that focused on cardiac emergencies and very aggressive, heroic medical care, to work with terminally ill patients. I also had a big birthday last month — the big 3-0!!!! I am learning a new role, new job, and doing all this while trying to figure out how to be a young professional woman — not just a young lady. Oh, and going to start a family here soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Changes are tough. The changes in my life have taken me into uncharted territory, and I will admit I have had some moments where insecurities and doubts get the best of me. But the one thing that stays constant and secure in my life is God. God does not change. The truths about Him are still the same: He is good, faithful, merciful and powerful (just to name a few). God’s word tells me that: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; color: #031321"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;James 1:17 — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hebrews 13:18— Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Changes are inevitable! My life will continue to change (I have heard children change your life) but I know that I can trust in the ultimate constant that will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; change. His mercies are new for me every morning and He is always with me, in this I can be secure. Thank You, Jesus, for being my rock! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Other references: Psalm 90: 2-4, Psalms 102:27, Malachi 3:6, John 8:58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Michelle Heriford&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/3867053324555615941-4475138396570480945?l=sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4475138396570480945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/changes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4475138396570480945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3867053324555615941/posts/default/4475138396570480945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogs4jc.blogspot.com/2010/04/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>SHE Blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804229811441230525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
