<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:59:07.176-05:00</updated><category term='comfort'/><category term='current affairs'/><category term='trust'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='flaws'/><category term='grace'/><category term='condemnation'/><category term='death'/><category term='secure'/><category term='refuge'/><category term='honest compliment'/><category term='change'/><category term='pray'/><category term='forgiven'/><category term='contentment'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='safety'/><category term='hope'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='mercies'/><category term='submit'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='cracked pots'/><category term='smile'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='memories'/><category term='overcoming'/><category term='listening ear'/><category term='sow'/><category term='maturing'/><category term='sink'/><category term='rewards'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='mercy'/><category term='harvest'/><category term='anger'/><category term='faithful'/><category term='weakness'/><category term='imperfections'/><category term='power of touch'/><category term='past'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='future'/><category term='salvation'/><category term='plant'/><category term='healing'/><category term='kind word'/><category term='authority'/><category term='peace'/><category term='election'/><category term='neglect'/><category term='protect'/><category term='redeemed'/><category term='commit'/><category term='forgets'/><category term='remembered'/><category term='power of words'/><category term='closeness'/><category term='reap'/><category term='needs'/><category term='harmony'/><category term='faith'/><category term='strengths'/><category term='life'/><category term='rest'/><category term='conflict'/><category term='God&apos;s will'/><category term='intimacy'/><category term='trials'/><category term='tests'/><category term='present'/><category term='steadfast'/><category term='commitment'/><category term='SPIDERWEB'/><category term='PROTECTION'/><category term='worthlessness'/><category term='faults'/><category term='self-reliant'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='pain'/><category term='choices'/><category term='strife'/><category term='listen'/><category term='debt'/><category term='love'/><category term='growing'/><category term='for this I have Jesus'/><category term='morality'/><title type='text'>A Hope and A Future</title><subtitle type='html'>"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</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-3948008865188447543</id><published>2009-03-25T16:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:07:21.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secure'/><title type='text'>SLEEP LIKE A BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/ScqrXggcolI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UPD5qKQvsT0/s1600-h/Sleeping+BAby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317250730415661650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/ScqrXggcolI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UPD5qKQvsT0/s320/Sleeping+BAby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/ScqqVq_evRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JywVgJI_tOE/s1600-h/Sleeping+BAby.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety". (Psalm 4:8) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is there anything more beautiful than a sleeping baby? Some of my favorite photos are those of my grandchildren who have fallen asleep in unusual positions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have photos of them slumped over on a toy or a book in the playpen… or sitting up in their baby bed… or riding down the road in their car seat... or in the shopping cart while shopping... while sound asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more peaceful than the face of a sleeping child… unaware of any danger or worrisome thoughts that could prevent sleep… secure enough to let down all defenses and rest… safe in their parents care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about those of us who are children of the Father God? Do we put our full trust in our Father… and in His ability to keep us safe and protected from the worries and fears of the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;”I lie down and sleep; I wake again because the LORD sustains me" (Psalm 3:5).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is in realizing that God alone can protect us, can meet all our needs, and keep us safe under all circumstances that we can cease from our struggles to work out our lives on our own terms. It is in trusting Him that we find the security and peace which often eludes us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing that I am in God’s care… and that HE loves me with a never-ending love provides me with the security for which I am looking in every area of my life. He will protect… and He will provide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those of us who are accustomed to taking care of ourselves, turning control over to the Lord can be very difficult… but very “freeing”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time and again, the Lord has proven His faithfulness and His dependability. He will never let us down or fail us. We must be willing to "let go"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and let Him "be God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When our trust is &lt;em&gt;fully&lt;/em&gt; resting in the Lord, we can lie down and “sleep like a baby”… knowing that God is our refuge… our strength… our stronghold… our defender… and a “very present help in times of trouble”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Leaning on the everlasting arms.... safe and secure from all alarms... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leaning on His everlasting Arms!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-3948008865188447543?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/3948008865188447543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=3948008865188447543' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3948008865188447543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3948008865188447543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-like-baby.html' title='SLEEP LIKE A BABY'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/ScqrXggcolI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UPD5qKQvsT0/s72-c/Sleeping+BAby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-2478584137861509649</id><published>2009-03-19T12:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:07:02.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MENDER OF BROKEN HEARTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/ScKLnYD3ciI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MQ2EgTP-X9c/s1600-h/clip_image0BROKEN+HEART"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314964018840433186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/ScKLnYD3ciI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MQ2EgTP-X9c/s400/clip_image0BROKEN+HEART" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our God is a master designer... with a limitless imagination and infinite means. He made each and every one of His children by His unique design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God uses His children in different ways to accomplish His will on the earth. Each of us have been given diverse personalities and varied skills... each according to God's plan for that life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Believers are called to be witnesses for the Lord... "ministers of His grace"... to tell others about the changes in our lives since we received Jesus as our Savior. Because we are all special in our own way, we witness in different ways as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of us may be talented preachers or teachers of God's Word. Others may be called to drive an ill person to a doctor’s appointment or to the grocery store. Some may minister by cooking a meal or offering to wash a load of clothes for someone who can’t manage it on their own. Some are called to be prayer warriors in intercession or, like my friend, to win countless souls to Jesus, face to face. Others might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encouragers&lt;/span&gt;... or be used musically in worship. Each of us are ministers for the Lord to others… in our own divinely appointed way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a dear friend who is an amazing soul winner. He is a zealous Believer who uses his daily activities as opportunities to discover the "soul condition" of those with whom he comes in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend went to visit someone in a jail. While he was waiting to be taken back to visitation, he sat down by a little girl in the lobby. Before he was called back to see the prisoner, he led this young lady to the Lord. I greatly admire his boldness... but not all of us are "wired" to minister in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord has allowed me to witness for Him and to minister His grace to others by being an encourager... and by sharing my life experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I meet someone who is hurting, I try to find something in my life that has similarities to the problem they are facing. I try to be "open" about how the Lord has worked in my life. I share with them how God has blessed me and answered my prayers... how the Lord has proven Himself faithful... time and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aagain&lt;/span&gt;... the manner in which the Lord used the situation to teach me something... and to draw me closer to Himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a gifted speaker. I failed most oral book reports in high school because I could not stand before a classroom of my peers and speak. Only a handful of times in my 53 years have I spoken in front of a group... and then my voice shook and my knees knocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For many years, a group of ladies in my church who had a desire for deeper study about God and His Word would select a Bible study that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deisgned&lt;/span&gt; to last for 10-13 weeks. We met one night weekly to view the video, review the written lessons, and share what we had "gleaned" from our daily study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is in this small group setting... or "one on one" that I am most comfortable... and the most vocal about the tests and trials of being a Believer. During these studies, I have been able to share my personal life experiences, illustrating the way God used them to show me where I was lacking, to encourage, correct and strengthen me, and to bring me closer to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several times over the last 33+ years, my husband and I have grown a bit "distant". Because I have never considered divorce an option available to me, I sought the Lord, asking Him for restoration for our marriage. God did indeed bring back into focus the commitments we had made to each other... and to God so long ago. Today I can share with other ladies that there is hope for every wounded, struggling couple when they turn to Him for help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can empathize with a child who has lost their parent. My Momma has been gone for five years now. Losing her was a life altering experience for which I was not prepared. Having grown up as an only child in a single parent environment my entire life, we were very close. I guess I thought she would live forever... but once again, the Lord has faithful to give me strength, and bring me through the pain, the loss, and the overwhelming grief. He has proven that "He is enough".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In April 2006, after many years of searching, the Lord reconnected me with the daughter I gave up for adoption when I was 17. The course of events that brought us together was nothing short of miraculous, confirming to me once again that God has a plan for my life and that all things come together in His timing. The Lord knew when it was "the appointed time" to let us find each other, meeting after 35 years apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand the feelings of the young girl who finds herself pregnant, is perhaps an outcast in her own family or circle of friends, and has to make serious decisions about her life and the life of her unborn child. I have been there... and I can assure you... without a doubt... that God "works all things together for good..." according to His will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can comprehend the feelings of someone who is facing serious health issues. God healed my heart of multiple blockages that were diagnosed by two separate nuclear scans, each test being done with a different isotope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After completing my heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cath&lt;/span&gt;., the cardiologist said that he had no explanation for the results. He stated that in the twenty-five years of his practice, he had never seen someone with so many blockages on a nuclear scan be found with NO blockages when he did their heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;catheterization&lt;/span&gt;. The Lord has shown Himself to be my Healer... and He will heal others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharing my life with others... being "transparent" about the times I have "missed the mark" and failed... and sharing how God "redeemed" each of those situations... bringing something good from each one... are some of the ways I witness for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I know that all my sins are forgiven... past, present, and future... I feel free to share my mistakes with others...  as the Lord leads me. I am willing to be open about my own "frailties and foibles "... so that the name of Jesus is lifted up as &lt;em&gt;the Answer&lt;/em&gt; to all of life's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what situation we are facing today, God can and will make a way. He is our Redeemer... our Comforter... our Healer... our Supplier.... and so much more. He will be everything to us that we will allow Him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord takes the "broken pieces" of a life... and restores it to wholeness. There is nothing that He can't and won't overcome when we are willing to submit ourselves to Him, and seek His counsel for direction. It is when we take the "I'd rather do it myself" attitude that we cause problems to drag out and take that much longer to be resolved. The sooner we turn to Jesus for answers, the sooner the solutions will come... albeit in His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give it all to Jesus. Wounded hearts, shattered dreams, and impossible situations are His specialty! The Lord can take the mistakes we make... and use them to instruct us in living this life in His perfect will. We only have to be willing to "leave the 'driving' to Him"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my life, God has proved Himself to be the "Mender of Broken Hearts"... both figuratively and physically! He healed my "broken" (clogged) heart... and he has healed my wounded emotions and damaged spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give Him all the pieces of your life, and stand back in awe as He "fashions it" into something new and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing is impossible with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-2478584137861509649?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/2478584137861509649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=2478584137861509649' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/2478584137861509649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/2478584137861509649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2009/03/mender-of-broken-hearts.html' title='THE MENDER OF BROKEN HEARTS'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/ScKLnYD3ciI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MQ2EgTP-X9c/s72-c/clip_image0BROKEN+HEART' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-3291508587802408349</id><published>2009-02-16T02:29:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:51:22.158-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strengths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>PRAISE AND GLORY TO GOD!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SZnNYboN7cI/AAAAAAAAAKY/e0rYpow7MyQ/s1600-h/APRICOT+SUNSET.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303495855822466498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SZnNYboN7cI/AAAAAAAAAKY/e0rYpow7MyQ/s400/APRICOT+SUNSET.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SZkrTzvVqhI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GXqohSPFJ5s/s1600-h/sunrise+set.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When faced with the tedium and longevity of a chronic illness, disability, or disorder, life can go on in a painful condition for such a long time that one doesn't always stop to recognize and give thanks for a good day when it comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many months of headaches which can immobilize me and send me to bed for days at a time... the discomfort of side effects from prescription medications, and the fatigue and chronic neuralgia associated with other conditions, I awoke three mornings last week feeling like a different person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, it felt unusual. I was amazed. My head didn't throb. There was no "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buzz&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" sound in my head, my pain level was manageable, and the internal chills weren't there, leaving me feeling almost "normal". I walked in the front door at work and told the first person I saw that I felt good. It had been a while since I had been able to do that, and I enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(There was no explanation. I had no particular changes in medications, diet, or lifestyle. This was a gift of "wellness"... "out of the blue"... straight from the Lord, the "giver of life".)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of my body feeling well, my mind was clear, focused, and I felt energized. Within those three days, I was able to complete more work than I had been able to accomplish in the previous month. I felt so good that I went from task to task. I did several monthly jobs ahead of time, plus catching up on all the little things that had slipped by me. Maybe I did a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Alas, by the time Friday arrived, the pain was back... the fatigue had returned, and the focus was gone... but I had been gifted with three perfect days ... the best I had in a long time. What a blessing! I had intended to blog during those days and thank the Lord for them ... but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**So now... the purpose of this blog is to praise God that He is with me EVERY DAY. He truly blessed me with three days of ease, strength, focus, and comfort. They were very fruitful days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt accomplished because of my amount of work done during that time... but I also desire to praise God because He is with me all the other days. He is with me on the days when I can't make it out of bed. He is with me when I am forced to take the "heavy duty"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and sleep for several days at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gives me the strength that enables me to crawl out of bed, go to work, and do as much as I can... even when I am weak and in pain. God is faithful. He has proven himself faithful time and again... day after day... year after year... and so my faith grows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**The Lord never promised us a problem-free or pain-free life... but He promised that He would always be with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**He has promised to send us a comforter, the Holy Spirit, Who comes along side us to comfort, lead, guide, and teach us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**The Lord promised to strengthen us when we are weak. All we have to do is turn to Him in our weakness and find strength in Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**It helps me to remember that He does indeed have a plan for me. Even if I can't see how the days of my life fit in with His "big plan", I have put my trust completely in Him. I know that He has my best interest at heart... NO MATTER WHAT... as He has with All His Children. Thus... I can safely put myself in His hands, confident of His love, grace, and mercy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I CAN do ALL THINGS through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt; who strengths me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let everything that has breath praise the Lord... for He is greatly to be praised."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I praise Him for the Good days... and I praise Him for the "less good"ones.... because He walks me through each day, and never leaves me to struggle through in my own strength. He uses the more difficult days to draw me closer to Him, and to teach me to trust Him more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Lord Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-3291508587802408349?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/3291508587802408349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=3291508587802408349' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3291508587802408349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3291508587802408349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2009/02/praise-and-glory-to-god.html' title='PRAISE AND GLORY TO GOD!!!!'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SZnNYboN7cI/AAAAAAAAAKY/e0rYpow7MyQ/s72-c/APRICOT+SUNSET.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-5620591167104670015</id><published>2009-01-22T17:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:09:33.489-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>HOPE FOR THE FUTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXkIi5t611I/AAAAAAAAAIo/E60wubCoHbE/s1600-h/HEADACHE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294272232652724050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXkIi5t611I/AAAAAAAAAIo/E60wubCoHbE/s400/HEADACHE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was day two of the migraine that had kept me at home and in bed... with curtains drawn. As I lay in bed with the blankets pulled over my head, a multitude of thoughts swirled through my head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought of all the different tasks waiting for me at work... the things I should have been there doing. I thought about my house and the things that needed cleaning and straightening. From time to time, I could quiet my mind enough to sleep... and then I would wake up again to "chase rabbits" in my thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thought "rose like a bubble" to the top and "popped"... about the blog I wrote yesterday... the one concerning the "disquietude" I felt in my heart and in my spirit concerning the current affairs of our country... and the impact the recent election could have on our future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was then that I realized that I was looking at the situation in the "natural". I wasn't looking at the condition of our country through eyes that recognized that God is in control. I wasn't looking through "eyes of faith".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing has happened that caught God unaware. Nothing took Him by surprise. The Lord knew what would be going on today before the United States was even formed into a country... and long before that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That doesn't mean that life in this country won't be different from what we have known in the past. That doesn't mean that we won't have to make adjustments in our lives that we have never imagined. It &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mean we have an intercessor who is &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; in the presence of God, interceding for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No matter how bleak things may look... no matter what we hear on the news or read on the internet... we have to remember that our God does indeed have a plan for us... remember that He alone is in control... and remember He is our Hope for the Future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If God is FOR us... who can be against us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-5620591167104670015?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/5620591167104670015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=5620591167104670015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/5620591167104670015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/5620591167104670015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2009/01/hope-for-future.html' title='HOPE FOR THE FUTURE'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXkIi5t611I/AAAAAAAAAIo/E60wubCoHbE/s72-c/HEADACHE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-7789238447564393472</id><published>2009-01-20T13:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:53:45.833-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morality'/><title type='text'>A WHOLE NEW WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYuS-xLi6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/kD_FP8mQWKI/s1600-h/black_and_blue_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293469315642395554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYuS-xLi6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/kD_FP8mQWKI/s400/black_and_blue_tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that today begins a changed life for many of us. Our Christian President left office today and a new presidency began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope and pray that our new president will bring good things for our country. I hope that he will do all he can to restore morality, justice, and equality to all the people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the presidential election, I felt a "disquietude" (is that a word) in my spirit that has not gone away... but has only worsened over time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to sound like some kind of "doom's day prophet"... but... I believe we all need to pray fervently for the new President to hear from God almighty. We need to ask God to lead and guide him in every step he takes and every decision he makes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to draw closer to the Lord ourselves because this new season feels like a "time of change" for sure... and I'm not sure that change will come in the way that many are expecting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is time for God's people to look up.... to God ... for guidance..... and to look inward... to examine heart and mind.... to set priorities and get in tune with the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, forgive us all where we fall short and help us meet the challenges that face us today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-7789238447564393472?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/7789238447564393472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=7789238447564393472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/7789238447564393472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/7789238447564393472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2009/01/whole-new-world.html' title='A WHOLE NEW WORLD'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYuS-xLi6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/kD_FP8mQWKI/s72-c/black_and_blue_tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-1045706698063653138</id><published>2009-01-11T20:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:48:49.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interview With Grand Nana Lou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SWqubZUcugI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DXfTDX32IQo/s1600-h/INTERVIEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290232497976424962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SWqubZUcugI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DXfTDX32IQo/s400/INTERVIEW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questions from Mama's aMusings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What is your favorite scripture? Proverbs 3:5,6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What is your favorite color M&amp;amp;M? Red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Who has been the most influential person in your life? My Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Where do you see yourself in ten years?  Right where I am, doing the same things I'm doing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. If you were in a movie, what actress/actor would play you? Susan Sarandon... It's the eyes. &lt;smile&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-1045706698063653138?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/1045706698063653138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=1045706698063653138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/1045706698063653138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/1045706698063653138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2009/01/interview-with-grand-nana-lou.html' title='An Interview With Grand Nana Lou'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SWqubZUcugI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DXfTDX32IQo/s72-c/INTERVIEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-8798336187874593536</id><published>2009-01-07T18:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:00:38.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BROTHER'S KEEPER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SWVN2U0C3CI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TGgMV1fW0ro/s1600-h/NEIGHBORHOOD+KIDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288718933111790626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SWVN2U0C3CI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TGgMV1fW0ro/s400/NEIGHBORHOOD+KIDS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can remember a time long ago when life moved at a much slower pace. Neighbors actually knew each other… and were a part of each others’ lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the neighborhood children would gather in the vacant lot beside my house where we could play our game of choice. Sometimes it would be baseball, football, or cowboys and Indians. Sometimes we would just play hide-and-seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the moms kept an eye on the “brood”… and each of the kids ran home for supper when our individual “Mom” shouted our name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an illness, a job lay-off, an accident, or a death occurred in the neighborhood, there would be phone calls, visits, food brought in, and offers of assistance of all kinds. These people all reached out to each other and took the time to minister to one another. They shared what they had… even if it wasn’t a lot… back in the days of no air conditioners, microwave ovens, or fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago, I fell and broke my ankle as we prepared to take my daughter to the hospital to give birth to my granddaughter. Friends, family and church family were faithful to call, come by, and do all they could to meet our needs. My church has always been faithful to care for their own. All churches don’t share that habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1998, life had become much busier and the world more complex than the one I had known as a child… yet somehow these busy, two career families still found a way to reach out and be “the hand of Christ” extended to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 6:2 says, “Bear ye one another's burdens”… - Sympathize with, and assist each other, in all your weaknesses, difficulties, tests, grievances, trials....“and so fulfill the law of Christ”. - The law of Christ is the law of love: something our Lord heartily recommends. Love is the thing He makes the distinguishing mark of one who is His disciples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today… ten years later… I am witness to others in need… going through trial after trial… going without notice. Has life become such a hurried thing that the “body of Christ” has stopped reaching out to those with whom they share pews on a regular basis? Do physical and emotional needs go ignored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all that is needed is a phone call from someone who cares. Just a word of kindness when one has reach the “end of their rope” can help them “tie a knot and hang on”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are families who are hurting… and in need of an encouraging word… who hear nothing from those who are supposed to be their “brothers and sisters in Christ”. They face tests and difficulties without notice... from pastor or layperson alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** “Lord, When did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You something to drink? When did we see You a stranger and invite You in, or needing clothes and clothe You? When did we see You sick or in prison, and go visit You ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brother of mine, you did for Me.’” Matt. 25:37-40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Likewise... whatever we &lt;strong&gt;didn't do&lt;/strong&gt; for the least of these... we didn't do for him as well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God open our eyes to the needs around us... and lead us each to “bear our neighbor's burdens” as He sees fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-8798336187874593536?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/8798336187874593536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=8798336187874593536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/8798336187874593536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/8798336187874593536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-brothers-keeper.html' title='MY BROTHER&apos;S KEEPER'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SWVN2U0C3CI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TGgMV1fW0ro/s72-c/NEIGHBORHOOD+KIDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-8167155429158558559</id><published>2008-11-15T21:07:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:39:04.754-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of words'/><title type='text'>STICKS AND STONES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SR-ec76fftI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1-tbIKos0LM/s1600-h/stckstnes+2222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269104309003321042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SR-ec76fftI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1-tbIKos0LM/s400/stckstnes+2222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sticks and stones may break my bones ...but WORDS will never hurt me!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can remember using this little "saying" more than once during childhood as a comeback when someone said something to me that hurt my feelings or embarrassed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sent to school in homemade dresses that looked different from all the other girls'. I was taller than everyone else in my class... even the boys... so I was "the giant". I wore glasses from the time I was eight years old so I was "four-eyes". I looked "older" than most girls my age so that made me different as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just living a life that makes one feel "different" is hard enough. The insensitivity of someone actually voicing their opinion that you are different can make a wound that lasts for a lifetime... even though the speaker may never know he has said or done anything wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughtless. Insensitive. People voicing things that should have not been voiced. Feelings trampled under foot. And if you mentioned to the speaker that they had hurt someone's feelings with their carelessly chosen words, they would likely be without a clue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words once spoken can never be erased. Whether they were heated words spoken in anger... or careless, criticizing words that cut to the heart of a child... pointing out the differences... or  making them feel stupid, those words can never be taken back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if they are followed by an apology, the wound is still there... a "sore" in the memory which will require much praise and positive affirmation to overcome... and may never be completely overcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Bible speaks a lot about the words of our mouth and their power in our lives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell. (James 3:6)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He who guards his mouth and his tongue keeps himself from calamity." (Proverbs 21:23) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He who guards his lips guards his life, but he who speaks rashly will come to ruin." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Proverbs 13:3) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Proverbs 10:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The power of life and death are in the tongue." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even a fool is thought to be wise if he keeps his mouth closed!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word says that as a child of God we have to think before we speak. As believers, we are called to be "imitators of Christ". We are to hold ourselves to a higher standard than the world demands in the way we act and the things we say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless we can uplift someone... unless we can praise someone... if we can find nothing positive to say... most words are best left unspoken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Lord, forgive us for the words we have spoken in haste or in anger that have hurt others... whether they were an accident or spoken on purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help us as believers to be mindful of the effect our words can have on the lives of others, and help us to choose what we say with care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-8167155429158558559?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/8167155429158558559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=8167155429158558559' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/8167155429158558559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/8167155429158558559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/11/sticks-and-stones.html' title='STICKS AND STONES'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SR-ec76fftI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1-tbIKos0LM/s72-c/stckstnes+2222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-4876105888229612944</id><published>2008-11-14T10:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:20:57.442-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PROTECTION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIDERWEB'/><title type='text'>Little is Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SR2lThuFqHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/E6Lc_2ft5sY/s1600-h/SPIDERWEB+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268548893981124722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SR2lThuFqHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/E6Lc_2ft5sY/s400/SPIDERWEB+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SR2jgBJCUBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qVRlCz7QIgE/s1600-h/SPIDERWEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During World War II, a US marine was separated from his unit on a Pacific Island. The fighting had been intense, and in the smoke and crossfire he had lost touch with his Comrades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the jungle, he could hear enemy soldiers coming in his direction. Scrambling for cover, he found his way up a high ridge to several small caves in the rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quickly he crawled inside on of the caves. Although safe for the moment, he realized that once the enemy soldiers looking for him swept up the ridge, they would quickly search all the caves and he would be killed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he waited, he prayed. "Lord, if it be Your will, please protect me. Whatever Your will though, I love You and trust You. Amen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After praying, he lay quietly listening to the enemy begin to draw close. He thought, "Well, I guess the Lord isn't going to help me out if this one." The he saw a spider begin to build a web over the front of his cave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he watched, listening to the enemy searching for him all the while, the spider layered strand after strand of web across the opening of the cave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah", he thought. "What I need is a brick wall and what the Lord has sent me is spider web. God does have a sense of humor".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the enemy drew closer, he watched from the darkness of his hideout and could see them searching one cave after another. As they came to his, he got ready to make his last stand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To his amazement, however, after glancing in the direction of his cave, they moved on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly he realized that with the spider web over the entrance, his cave looked as if no one had entered for quite a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lord, forgive me," prayed the young man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I had forgotten that in You, a spider's web is stronger than a brick wall."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all face times of great trouble. When we do, it is so easy to forget the victories that God would work in our lives, sometimes in the most surprising ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the great leader, Nehemiah, reminded the people of Israel when they faced the task of rebuilding Jerusalem, "In God we will have success!" (Neh. 2:20) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember! Whatever is happening in your life, with God, a mere spider's web can become a brick wall of protection and defense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe&lt;/em&gt; HE is with you always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;em&gt;speak His name&lt;/em&gt; through Jesus His son, and you will see His great power and love for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little is much... when God is in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-4876105888229612944?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/4876105888229612944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=4876105888229612944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/4876105888229612944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/4876105888229612944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-is-much.html' title='Little is Much'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SR2lThuFqHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/E6Lc_2ft5sY/s72-c/SPIDERWEB+222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-2992358627818580279</id><published>2008-11-08T23:38:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:35:15.074-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listening ear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of touch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honest compliment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kind word'/><title type='text'>MEETING GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy wanted to meet God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SRaF5APPWWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/a8qgBYzCGjg/s1600-h/parkbench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266544028619331938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SRaF5APPWWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/a8qgBYzCGjg/s400/parkbench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew it was a long trip to where God&lt;br /&gt;lived, so he packed his suitcase with a bag of potato&lt;br /&gt;chips and a six-pack of root beer&lt;br /&gt;and started his journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he had gone about three blocks,&lt;br /&gt;he met an old woman. She was sitting in&lt;br /&gt;the park, just staring at some pigeons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;He was about to take a drink from&lt;br /&gt;his root beer when he noticed that the old lady&lt;br /&gt;looked hungry, so he offered her some chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him.&lt;br /&gt;Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted&lt;br /&gt;to see it again, so he offered her a rootbeer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again, she smiled at him. The boy was delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat there all afternoon eating&lt;br /&gt;and smiling, but they never said a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As twilight approached, the boy realized how tired he was and&lt;br /&gt;he got up to leave; but before he had gone more than a&lt;br /&gt;a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman,&lt;br /&gt;and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his&lt;br /&gt;mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She asked him,&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do today that made you so happy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He replied, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I had lunch with God."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But before his mother could respond, he added,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know what?&lt;br /&gt;She's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant&lt;br /&gt;with joy, returned to her home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I ate potato chips in the park with God."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;However, before her son responded, she added, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know, he's much younger than I expected."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring,&lt;br /&gt;all of which have the potential to turn a life around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Embrace all equally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have lunch with God. And bring chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-2992358627818580279?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/2992358627818580279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=2992358627818580279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/2992358627818580279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/2992358627818580279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/11/meeting-god.html' title='MEETING GOD'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SRaF5APPWWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/a8qgBYzCGjg/s72-c/parkbench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-3040760058333779249</id><published>2008-11-06T14:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:05:59.232-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redeemed'/><title type='text'>REDEEMED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SRR1bkppQHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/65f-mGMYDew/s1600-h/golden+shoreline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265962980858216562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SRR1bkppQHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/65f-mGMYDew/s400/golden+shoreline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SRNkVfoRK1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/k9bQMRCtQ5k/s1600-h/CROSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Redeemed! How I love to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;proclaim&lt;/span&gt; it! Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. ..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; child and forever I am." How blessed we are as Believers to know that when we received Jesus as our Saviour, and the Lord accepted us into His family, all of our sins were forgiven- past, present, and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We read it in His Word. God has "removed our sins from us as far as the east is from the west". No one can measure that distance... because it goes on and on forever. In an instant... like the twinkling of an eye, we were changed into a new creation... with our past washed away and our sins under the blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we continue to walk with the Lord, to hear His word preached, to read it for ourselves, and to fellowship with other believers, our thinking begins to change as our minds are "renewed". The things in life that had seemed so important before our salvation have "dimmed" in comparison to this new life in Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We accepted Jesus. His gift of salvation wiped away our sin. We began to go forward in our Christian walk. God took our sins away... and will never remind us of them again. .. because He has forgiven us. We're a new creature in Christ... but we still remember the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We remember all the times we fell short. All the times we did things our own way instead of the right way. We remember the people we have hurt... and those who hurt us as well. We have an enemy... an adversary who takes great delight in reminding us over and over of the mistakes we made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The devil revels in trying to keep our history "current" and active in our minds. He hasn't forgotten a single detail, and he will do his utmost to see to it that we never forget it either. A person's past can provide a lot of "fuel" for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to use against us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a believer, we should know what is right and what is wrong, and strive to please God in all things. W e have all sinned... and have no merit on our own to be accepted by God... let alone to be loved as He loves us and forgiven as He forgives. It is all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of His mercy and grace that we have been made to be "joint heirs" with the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The enemy uses our past to "bog us down"... to keep us from growing and maturing in our walk with the Lord. No matter how many times we confess our mistakes and ask the Lord to forgive us, we can count on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to bring it up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to learn to recognize his voice... the voice of the liar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... a voice that accuses... and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;demeans&lt;/span&gt;... and belittles us.. a voice that is harsh and full of hatred and blame. When we are continually "bludgeoned" with our past sins and made to feel worthless and useless, we can be sure it is the handiwork of the devil. Only the devil wants us to walk in condemnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God wants us to learn His promises and His spiritual principles... to apply them to our lives and to grow in the love and nurture of the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's voice comes to us gently, lovingly... even when He corrects or punishes us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Lord God can forgive our sins and never bring them up to us again, who are we to "pick them back up" again... to "own them" again... and to allow the enemy to "run roughshod" over us, knowing that the Lord has atoned for all our sins, once and for all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must choose to forgive ourselves. We must choose to let go of the past. We have to stop using the mistakes we made long ago as an excuse to keep us from being the Christian God desires us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the enemy brings up our past, we need to remind him of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Our debt has been paid. The enemy has already been defeated. We must choose to live our lives as a victor... and not as a victim. No one can make that choice for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must recognize those who bring up the past that we have confessed and God has forgiven, and tell them that those things no longer apply to our lives. All those bad decisions are "under the blood".. and that's where they must remain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept God's forgiveness. Let go of the past. Forgive those who hurt you... and forgive yourself for the part you played. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day. We need to go on with God, and spend our time and energy winning lost souls to Him... instead of "nursing and rehearsing" the same old songs again... and "singing the blues". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead we shout have a song of joy in our hearts when we remember the supreme sacrifice Jesus made for us.,and the great Love for us that brought Him to the rugged cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All praise and thanksgiving to God for His gift of salvation... and for paying our debt &lt;em&gt;"in full"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-3040760058333779249?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/3040760058333779249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=3040760058333779249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3040760058333779249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3040760058333779249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/11/redeemed.html' title='REDEEMED'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SRR1bkppQHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/65f-mGMYDew/s72-c/golden+shoreline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-342470606399558753</id><published>2008-11-04T12:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:23:03.810-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='closeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>THE CHOICE IS OURS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SRCzYzWy2sI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DSBqQTYIvkg/s1600-h/AIN"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264905203080157890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SRCzYzWy2sI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DSBqQTYIvkg/s400/AIN%27T+LOVE+GRAND+10+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All we want in Christ, we shall find in Christ. If we want little, we shall find little. If we want much, we shall find much; but if, in utter helplessness, we cast our all on Christ, He will be to us the whole treasury of God.” — Henry Benjamin Whipple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, I have found that I make time for the things that are important to me, the activities I enjoy most, and the people who are most important to me. The priorities in my life are given more time and attention. And, in most situations, the more time I invest, the greater the reward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, closeness is in direct proportion to the amount of time and attention given to the other person in that relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I ignore my husband, shut myself up with a book in another room, and cut myself off from his conversation, we will grow to be distant. But if I express joy at being home after a long day at work, if I talk to him about his day and mine, if I share any news I have and ask questions about what's going on in his life, then we are more likely to "stay in tune"..., "on the same page"..., closer because we share our lives with each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the good and the bad, the happy and the sad will all develop our relationship. If I want to have a close intimate marriage, then I have to be willing to open up, to make myself vulnerable, to be honest with him and to share more of myself with him than with any other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I apply this analogy to my time spent with the Lord, the results are the same. If I want closeness with the Lord, I have to "give" in order to "receive". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I don't seek out “His company”, if I don’t desire a closeness, if I don’t take the time to learn who He is and what He thinks about the everyday details of life, that relationship with never grow to be one of deep sharing and intimacy. Instead, we will be "acquaintances" because I haven't devoted the time and energy through devotional time, quiet time, prayertime, Bible reading, and conversation with Him as I go through my day to be more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God wants to be the one to whom we all come with our joys, our heartaches, and all the details of our lives. He is always waiting ... just a breath away... to share the day with us and to give of Himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we satisfied with a casual relationship with the Lord... an hour on Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday night? Or are we willing to spend time and share our life with Him on a day to day basis? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice is ours...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-342470606399558753?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/342470606399558753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=342470606399558753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/342470606399558753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/342470606399558753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/11/choice-is-ours.html' title='THE CHOICE IS OURS'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SRCzYzWy2sI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DSBqQTYIvkg/s72-c/AIN%27T+LOVE+GRAND+10+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-5501215545936708543</id><published>2008-10-29T12:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:08:17.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>ANSWERED PRAYER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SQjQuC6KvBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mxLIcpKUoJo/s1600-h/CLOUDED+SUNRISE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262685654055828498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SQjQuC6KvBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mxLIcpKUoJo/s400/CLOUDED+SUNRISE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SQiddwjDvWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/q6Ec0poWhDQ/s1600-h/TODDLER.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am convinced that the Lord God responds to every prayer we utter. Many times we are unaware of the answer because He doesn't answer in the way we envisioned. God's ways are not our ways... and we often limit Him with our feeble imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when God heals, it is a "miraculous healing"... such as when Jesus opened blinded eyes, cured the woman who had been bleeding for twelve years, or made the lame to walk again. I believe He healed my heart when the massive blockages that had shown up on the first nuclear scan and been confirmed on the second nuclear scan were gone when the heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;catheterization&lt;/span&gt; was done. (The awesome power of prayer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times God's healing can come "progressively"... such as when someone has suffered an illness, a heart attack or stroke... or been in an accident of some kind. Their prognosis is not good at all... but despite the doctor's negative predictions, they begin to improve... little by little... until they recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may think of healing as the absence of sickness and pain... the freedom from disease or infirmity. I believe there is another kind of healing... at least for believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special pastor of mine used to pray for "God's ultimate healing" when he prayed for the sick during our intercessory prayer meetings. I had never heard that term before I heard him use it, but the more I thought about it, the clearer it became.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he meant by the "ultimate healing" was to leave behind the sick, injured, or diseased "body of flesh" that they were "wearing" on this earth, and to "put on" the new perfect body that Jesus promised for all His children once they leave this life on earth behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word talks about different kinds of sickness and disease. When Lazarus was so sick... and Mary and Martha were urgently calling for Jesus to come quickly and heal him, Jesus told his disciples that this was not a "sickness unto death but for the glory of God, that the Son of God may be glorified through it."(John 11:4) There are illnesses from which we will recover... but there are others which are a "sickness unto death". In this situation, &lt;em&gt;death&lt;/em&gt; is the "ultimate healing"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, we all know that each and every one of us will have "a day to die"... a day to pass from this temporary, finite world into an eternal, infinite world where the Lord waits for us now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As believers, our desire is to be with Jesus... to be in His presence.... and to "rule and reign with Him" forever. To be with Jesus means that we leave this world behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apostle Paul said that "to be absent from the body was to be present with the Lord". For a believer, it means that when we take our last breath on this earth, the next breath will be with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us are looking forward to our own death... or to the death of those we love. It is so hard when those who are most important to us are gone, and we can't see them or speak to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother and I were extremely close. All of my life it had been just the two of us and we depended on each other for everything. Even so during her last days following her massive heart attack, I asked the Lord to "take her home". She was in so much pain. Each time the medications wore off and she "came to herself", she would cry out to God to take her home. She begged Him to help her... and He did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord “healed” her. He answered our prayers with His "ultimate healing". Now she is no longer in excruciating pain with a heart damaged beyond repair. She is whole and healthy and happy... and with the One she loves more than life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envision her often in Heaven. She is with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Layna&lt;/span&gt; Grace, the baby Samantha lost several years ago... and with Clifford the big red golden retriever that I am convinced was an "angel" the Lord "loaned" to us for a season. Clifford came into our lives and touched us with warmth and peace... and then he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picture them running and playing... and being so full of joy, peace, and love. And it takes away some of "the sting" of their absence. There is no where my mother would have rather been than with Jesus. No one has ever loved Him more than she did... and to be in His presence was what she desired most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enemy wants us to be afraid... and to go kicking and screaming from this world... dreading what is ahead... but as believer's we know that God is with us always. We have nothing to fear from His hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where could I go from Your spirit? If I go to the heavens you are there. If I rise on the wings of dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me; your right hand will hold me fast...." Psalm 139: 7-9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days are in His hands. We have nothing to fear from the Lord... and only Heaven to gain. The end of this life can sometimes be viewed as "God's Ultimate Healing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting our trust and our faith in a kind and loving Creator is the smartest thing we will ever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold fast to Him... as HE holds fast to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in His love and never be afraid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-5501215545936708543?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/5501215545936708543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=5501215545936708543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/5501215545936708543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/5501215545936708543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/10/answered-prayer.html' title='ANSWERED PRAYER'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SQjQuC6KvBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mxLIcpKUoJo/s72-c/CLOUDED+SUNRISE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-174677374858645683</id><published>2008-10-28T15:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:02:01.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE OF DOG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SQd9kvXszDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vySuPEBTG_E/s1600-h/WOLF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262312759750347826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SQd9kvXszDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vySuPEBTG_E/s400/WOLF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a Believer, I had always thought that I would "rise to the occasion" and be "strong in the Lord" when the issues of life came upon me. I had faced many stressful situations in my life... and had always relied on the Lord for strength, courage, and peace to come out victorious. He has never let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things in life are inevitable. Death, for instance, is as natural as life. From the moment we are born, we begin dying... but knowing that doesn't keep us from wanting our loved ones to live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over four years ago, my mother died. She suffered a massive heart attack and lived for nine days following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been an "only" child and a fatherless child for most of my childhood, my mother became even dearer to me. Momma was my greatest "fan", was always "there" for me through thick and thin, and encouraged me in every way she knew how. She loved to introduce me to her friends as her daughter, her Sister- in-Christ, and her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma had to make her own way in life from the time she graduated from high school. To say my momma was independent would be a gross understatement. She was always a hard worker, a "go-getter", and did whatever she did with all her might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This included her service to God. She was thrilled to do whatever she could... from teaching a class to cleaning the bathrooms at church. She picked up anyone who didn't have a ride, and worked in the church's "Clothes Closet" resale shop. She cooked for those who had been ill or lost a loved one. She prayed on the phone with anyone who had a need. She had a "card ministry", and always had a huge selection of greeting cards from which to choose in her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma was the most GIVING person I have ever known. Every time I visited her, the last thing she would ask me as I left for home was, "Do I have anything here you want or need?" And if she did, she would give it. She did everything she did with love and enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Momma died, I was totally "blown away". I guess I thought I would have her forever. Commonsense would tell one that they could probably expect to outlive their parents. Facing life without her was something I had never even considered and one of the hardest things I've ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family tried to console me with the fact that she was in Heaven now... with Jesus...and experiencing no more pain... strong in her brand new body, and I knew there was no other place she'd rather be. While I could agree with the truth of the statement, that didn't soothe the pain of not being able to see her, touch her, or talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to her passing away, I basically "just sat down"... or "shut down". I stopped going anywhere except to work. I lost interest in shopping or hanging out with friends. My office at work and my home were my "safety zones"... and those were the only places I was comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My church attendance fell off. I didn't want to see people. I had always been an encourager to the Body of Christ at large... but the loss of my mother caused me to "turn inside myself"... and keep everyone else on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been my experience in life that the "enemy of our souls", satan uses the same devices on us that have worked successfully for him in the past… SO-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o many times before. In my case, he likes to turn all of my attention on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he's done it through a physical infirmity... sometimes he has used our finances...or a relationship with friends or family... but as long as he can get my eyes and my mind off of Jesus, the SOURCE of all peace and joy and strength, and on myself, he can defeat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I was very ashamed of myself. I knew better than to let this get me down this way. The really sad thing about all of this is that Momma would have been very disappointed in me. She would have expected me to be an overcomer. She would have expected me to "stand strong in the power of His might" when my might was gone... but I had allowed my flesh to overrule my spirit... and paralyze me with grief. The condemnation was overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;There is an old Indian folk tale that says within every person there are two dogs... a "good" spiritual dog and a "bad" fleshly dog. These two dogs are inside an individual, constantly "warring" against each other for control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which dog will win? The dog that is fed the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I "feed" the "carnal fleshly dog" (by giving place to grief, sorrow, condemnation, etc.) more than I feed the spiritual dog (by turning to God for strength, casting my cares on Him, and asking Him to come along side of me and help me with my burdens), the carnal side wins. It's all up to the me... and which dog I feed the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that the Lord didn't give up on me, and that He made a way for me to return to Him. He didn't chastise me, and beat me over the head with all my "wrong-doings". He took my sins and threw them far away... "as far as the east is from the west..." and put me in right-standing with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to:&lt;br /&gt;1. "come to myself" (recognize my sin),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "turn for home" (repent and go the other way), and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3."come back into the Father's waiting embrace'...(accept forgiveness and healing from the&lt;br /&gt;Lord)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like the prodigal son did when he realized that he had squandered everything his Father had given him... and that he had no where to go but home. (Luke 15:17 and following...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;When I came to the "end of myself"... and realized how long I had been sitting on the sidelines, waiting for Jesus to "come and take me home"... instead of "working 'till Jesus comes", I stood up and fixed my sight on the "Promised Land"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NOW! I will now "OCCUPY!" ' til Jesus comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 10:12 says, "Therefore let him who thinks he stands take heed lest he fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH DOG ARE YOU FEEDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-174677374858645683?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/174677374858645683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=174677374858645683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/174677374858645683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/174677374858645683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/10/beware-of-dog.html' title='BEWARE OF DOG!'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SQd9kvXszDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vySuPEBTG_E/s72-c/WOLF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-4299824036897823404</id><published>2008-10-21T13:18:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:59:52.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weakness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strengths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cracked pots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flaws'/><title type='text'>THE CRACKED POT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SP5BEXwkaFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7e5I8HkqWWA/s1600-h/WILDFLOWERS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259712958168328274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SP5BEXwkaFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7e5I8HkqWWA/s320/WILDFLOWERS2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A water bearer in a distant land had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the pots had a crack on it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two whole years, this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments…perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor, cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish half of what it had been made to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" asked the bearer. "Of what are you ashamed?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts," the pot said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water bearer felt sorry for the old, cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old, cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wildflowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again, the pot apologized to the bearer for its failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and everyday while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have had this beauty to grace his house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weaknesses." Therefore… I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me...for when I am weak, then I am strong. 1 Corinthians 12: 9-10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~**~~~~**~~~**~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God can take the weaknesses and flaws that we see in ourselves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and use them in ways we would never imagine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~*~~*~~*~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our limitations become tools in His hands if we will only submit them to Him for His use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each of us has our own unique flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must accept each person for who they are and search for the good in them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**~**~**~**~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to "smell the flowers" on your side of the path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM ONE &lt;em&gt;"CRACKED POT"&lt;/em&gt; TO ANOTHER ------- and have a great day!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-4299824036897823404?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/4299824036897823404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=4299824036897823404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/4299824036897823404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/4299824036897823404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/10/cracked-pot.html' title='THE CRACKED POT'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SP5BEXwkaFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7e5I8HkqWWA/s72-c/WILDFLOWERS2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-2816262879706609137</id><published>2008-10-20T18:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:26:52.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitment'/><title type='text'>FROM SEASON TO SEASON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SP0ZFd_YWpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tFiO3bdyWFI/s1600-h/SEASONS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259387521579113106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SP0ZFd_YWpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tFiO3bdyWFI/s400/SEASONS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ripe old age of 54, almost 55, I have been through a lot of different stages of life. Many "seasons" have come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my childhood, my teen years, young-adulthood during which I married and had my children, their childhoods, the "ups and downs" of their teen years, through my middle age, and on until today, God has given me a beautiful life...of happy memories, some sad memories, incidences in which I can rejoice, and instances that I truly regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I have discovered that the scripture in Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 is a very accurate description of the "cycles" of life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** "To everything there is a season. A time for every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die. A time to plant, and a time to pluck what is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to gain, and a time to lose; A time to keep, and a time to throw away; A time to tear, and a time to sew; A time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; A time of war, and a time of peace." **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the good times and the bad times, just as winter follows fall and spring follows winter, we go through one season, and then the next one begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of each season of trial or testing, it can seem like it will last forever but, praise God, "this too will pass"! The Lord gives us new hope for a better tomorrow while we faithfully walk through the "classroom" of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have been married for 31 years. As we approached our first anniversary, we felt like we had reached a real milestone since neither of my two previous failed marriages had lasted for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our children were born, grew up, two of three married, and now have families of their own which brings us to one of the JOYS of my life... my "GRANDCHILDREN"! I used to think people were a little "looney" when they went on and on about their grandchildren. It wasn't until I had my own that I understood the "special-ness" of grandbabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last 30 years I have been a nurses aid and laundry worker at a nursing home, a store manager, a cook at a restaurant, and finally a bookkeeper which I have now been for the past 16 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As happens with all families, my family has faced various and assorted illnesses, diseases, surgeries, and medical conditions. My father, his parents, and my mother all died of heart disease at an early age. My grandmother died of a stroke in her early fifties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last 20 years, I have been diagnosed with depression and anxiety attacks, social anxiety disorder, fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue syndrome, and advanced osteoporosis with deterioration of my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain has been a constant companion for longer than I can remember. Some days, it is manageable... and some days it isn't. There are periods of time... sometimes weeks... that I can function normally and keep up to date with all my responsibilites... and then there are days that I spend in bed, waiting for the pain medication to "kick in" and relieve the discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a moment's hesitation, I can say that God has been with me every step of the way... when I thought I couldn't go on, He was always there to encourage me, sometimes walking beside me, sometimes carrying me, and always ministering to my needs as only He can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my very early thirties, I went in as an outpatient to have a laproscopic test run. As I was waited for the tests to begin, I was looking out the second story window of my room when I saw a red sportscar drive up to the building and park. A black haired, dark complected man got out of the car, and went inside the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting to wake up back in my room, I woke up in intensive care (where I remained for nine days). The physician had pierced my intestines twice as he tried to insert the scope into my abdomen. Consequently, an oncologist who "just happened" to be at the hospital, and "just happened" to be unoccupied at the precise time he was desperately needed, had been called in to perform a "bowel-resection" on me, cutting me from top to bottom, to repair my "punctured interior".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, the oncologist who had made such a timely appearance was standing by my side. Imagine my surprise when I realized he was the gentleman in the red sportscar that I had observed from the window earlier. The Lord had sent him to the hospital at the exact time he was needed. Our God is always "on time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over eight years ago, as I was preparing to accompany my daughter to the hospital to give birth to her first child, I fell down her front doorsteps, breaking my ankle into many little pieces. Surgery was required to insert the eight screws, metal plate, and various wires that put my ankle back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bosses loaded up my file cabinets and my computer, and set them up in my home so I could work from the wheelchair in which I sat for the next three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a humbling experience to have to ask someone to help you get out of bed because you can't get up on your own. During that time, the scripture that often came to mind was Psalm 23:2 which says, "He maketh me to lie down....(in green pastures)." The Lord had my attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The donation of my husband's kidney to his pre-teen niece twenty years ago was a unique experience for our family. We just weren't sure what to expect. It was a very stressful time as he was tested to see if he was a matching donor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this very large man as a patient at a children's hospital where everything is designed for a "child-size" patient was a hoot! He seemed more than a little "out of place" in this building usually inhabited by infants and children instead of adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosed with diabetes in his late fifties, he was injured in a fall a few years ago , and is now disabled. He doesn't go out to work each day as he did for so many years. He has become my "number one cook and bottle washer" for whom I am very thankful! He does so much of the cooking that I wonder sometimes if I've forgotten how! And his menu of items he can prepare is ever growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During all of these different scenarios of life, God has shown Himself to be faithful, time and time again. He has been our Comforter and our Peace when life seemed hurtful and unsure. He has been our Great Physician through all the medical, physical, and emotional issues. He has been our Provider when we were off work without pay for each accident or surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord used all of these different "episodes" of life to teach me "life-lessons" that I might not have learned otherwise. He taught me patience... so that even though I live in this "instant world", I don't have to have everything I want the moment I want it. He taught me contentment... so I'm not constantly searching for "bigger and better and more". He taught me commitment... to know that the bond I have with my husband isn't controlled by my feelings, but by a decision I made, once and for all, "til death do us part".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord showed me that I could trust in Him to provide whatever we needed... in every area of our lives. He demonstrated a better way to live, a love for us that is almost too much to comprehend, and many ways to simplify our lives. He has proved Himself to be the Source of every good thing that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to where I am now, I have been "pursued and overcome" by blessings... and I have faced a lot of hard decisions. I have made some good choices, and I have also made some bad ones. Life would probably have been much more simple if I had learned all my lessons the "first time around"... &lt;sigh&gt;... but, sadly, some of them I have had to repeat... more than once...(or twice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I have used my life as an example to warn my children about the mistakes I had made. I wanted so much for them to learn their lessons from my mistakes instead of having to make their own... but it seems to me that there are some things we only learn from making our own mistakes, and feeling the pain of failure. Experience is a memorable teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may wonder why we face difficulties and trials in our lives. Why do we ever have to do without something we are convinced we need? Why would someone we love choose to walk out of our life? Why does a child develop cancer and die? Isn't the parent supposed to die before their child? Why can one couple have more children than they can care for, and another couple who desire to be parents more than anything else in the world be childless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are questions I can't answer... but I know someone Who can. The odd thing is that because I have learned how faithful and how trustworthy the Lord is, and how much He loves me, I don't feel the old urgency for ready answers. It is enough for me to know that HE is in control, that He loves me beyond anything I can comprehend, and that HE ALWAYS has my best interest at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a plan for every life. Each and every detail of each life is planned... with some variation because He gives us freedom of choice. He wants us to serve Him because we love Him... not because we are a "puppet on a string" that He can cause to dance over here and dance over there. He has planned the length of each person's life. We all come to this world with a task to perform that was designed only for us. No one else who has ever lived will be able to complete the task HE has assigned to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be parts of our lives that we won't fully understand. If we could see "the big picture" from God's perspective, life might make much more sense to us... but, with our "finite" little minds, we would be overwhelmed. If we saw the "end of our story" from the beginning, iIt would be more than we could take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's ideal for us is for us to live one day at a time. Why? Think about the feeling that comes when God reveals to us one of our faults. The conviction, sadness, and remorse that comes when we realize we have "missed the mark" is to give us incentive to overcome this fault. But what if God showed us all our faults at one time... like in "the big picture"? Would that overwhelm us to the point of despair? In my life, God usually deals with one area of my life at a time. When I gain understanding about that area, He moves on to the next. It's all part of His "Master-plan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally don't believe that God brings bad things on His children. I believe that we bring a lot of things on ourselves by our poor choices. The Word assures us that what we plant determines the kind of crop we will harvest. If I plant good seed, I'll reap a good harvest... but if I sow bad seed... I will have to pay the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the "father of all liars" satan wants to wound us and kill us, physically and spiritually. His plan is to prevent us from making Jesus our Savior... and Heaven our eternal home. To this end, he devises wicked plans and schemes to cause us to doubt God, and to cause us to try to live this life in our own strength, instead of living it through the power of the Holy Spirit who lives within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord uses the hard things that come in life to purify us, to cleanse us of our old carnal ways, to expose our wrong-thinking, and to teach us to be more like Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people let us down... when plans go out of control... when we meet adversity, we have a choice. We can either let the situation make us "bitter"... or we can let it make us "better". We can allow the difficulties to be a productive thing in our life and help us become stronger. Or we can throw up our hands, throw a little fit, and sit down and pout. It's our choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all heard the saying, "that which does not kill us makes us stronger"... and I believe that's true. Realizing we are not all that God wants us to be can be a painful realization, but a necessary one for us to get on the path we need to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason our life is filled with "hills and valleys" is so we can take the lessons we have learned, and use them to minister to others who are going through similar situations. Through sharing our experience with them, they may be "comforted with the same comfort" with which the Lord comforted us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we have walked where they are walking now, we can remind them to "hang on"... not to give up, but to remember that "to everything there is a season", and that "this too shall pass". And as their season passes, someone will come along who needs to hear what they learned from this trial in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shared some of the "seasons" of my life with you so that I could say to you, "Maybe I have been where you are right now. I understand what you are facing. I have walked this same road on which you are traveling. Take my hand and let me walk with you. Let my hurts and disappointments, my joys and my victories bring hope and comfort to you. Turn to the Lord for all of your answers. He will always answer your every prayer. And HE will never.... ever.... let you down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so around and around goes the cycle of life. From season to season, we are experiencing... understanding... learning... changing... growing... sharing... and ministering the love and hope of God to a lost and dying world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God is a great God... a God of mercy, willing to give us everything we need to serve Him effectively in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need only recognize that His Word is truth, apply it to our hearts and minds, and walk it out... day by day... in the presence of this "great cloud of witnesses that surrounds us". (Heb. 12:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory to His Name!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mlc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-2816262879706609137?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/2816262879706609137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=2816262879706609137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/2816262879706609137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/2816262879706609137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-season-to-season-life-cycles.html' title='FROM SEASON TO SEASON'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SP0ZFd_YWpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tFiO3bdyWFI/s72-c/SEASONS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-3009829320703875132</id><published>2008-10-17T12:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:53:45.842-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for this I have Jesus'/><title type='text'>FOR THIS I HAVE JESUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SPjVx00yaGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qoX5zJVehMA/s1600-h/LILIES.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SPjT6IZ6f6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/pKzl6seSnWs/s1600-h/my+hero+jesus+and+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258185560597102498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SPjT6IZ6f6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/pKzl6seSnWs/s400/my+hero+jesus+and+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many years ago in a small church in Ireland a message was given in which the minister said that Jesus' words, "Abide in me, and I in you," mean to simply say in every circumstance, "For This I have Jesus," &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Jesus will say, "For This You Have Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While he was speaking, a telegram was delivered to the young pianist. It read: "Mother very ill, take first train home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the conclusion of the message she shared the telegram with us, and she added: "I have never traveled alone, but, 'For This I Have Jesus.' I must cross the channel and make connections on the other side, but, 'For This I Have Jesus.' Then I take a long train trip to the south of England, but 'For This,' and all the suspense along the way, 'I Have Jesus.' As she spoke these words, we saw the Light of Heaven upon her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks later a letter came from her, which was a song of praise. She wrote, "As I traveled that long sorrowful journey, I continued to say, 'For This I Have Jesus,' and He answered, 'For This You Have Me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As I reached home my sister fell sobbing on my shoulder saying, 'Oh if you had only come ten minutes sooner you would have seen Mother who so longed to see you.' Instantly I looked up and said, 'For This I Have Jesus,' and He came between me and my sorrow, and vain regrets had no power over me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had never had a death or funeral in our family, and they all depended on me for every decision. Acknowledging my ignorance I said softly, 'For This I Have Jesus,' and He gave me His wisdom for every detail. There was also His perfect peace for all legal matters that needed attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now life has become joyous and victorious as in every circumstance I continue to say, 'For This I Have Jesus.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is the circumstance in your life today that is beyond your control? Is it sorrow, sickness, suffering, fear, unsaved relatives, disappointment, discouragement, guidance, finances, misunderstanding, or another trial? You, also can look into His face and say, "For This I Have Jesus," and He will say, "For This You Have Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Consider the lilies how they grow:&lt;br /&gt;they shall toil not, they spin not;&lt;br /&gt;and yet I say unto to you that Solomon in all his glory&lt;br /&gt;was not arrayed like one of these.&lt;br /&gt;If then God so clothe the grass,&lt;br /&gt;which is to day in the field,&lt;br /&gt;and to morrow is cast into the oven;&lt;br /&gt;how much more will he clothe you,&lt;br /&gt;O ye of little faith?"&lt;br /&gt;(Luke 12:27, 28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;"God is our refuge and our strength,&lt;br /&gt;an abundantly available help in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, (because He is our refuge and strength)&lt;br /&gt;we will not fear, Even though the earth be removed,&lt;br /&gt;and though the mountains be carried into the heart of the sea;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though its waters roar and be troubled,&lt;br /&gt;Though the mountains shake with its swelling."&lt;br /&gt;Ps. 46:1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will trust... and not fear because God is our "hiding place"... and our strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-3009829320703875132?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/3009829320703875132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=3009829320703875132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3009829320703875132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3009829320703875132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-this-i-have-jesus.html' title='FOR THIS I HAVE JESUS'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SPjT6IZ6f6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/pKzl6seSnWs/s72-c/my+hero+jesus+and+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-3763189330000504651</id><published>2008-10-14T12:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:29:25.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harvest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plant'/><title type='text'>REAPING A HARVEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SPTWjM9TIlI/AAAAAAAAADk/fpc8QbWMhXE/s1600-h/fall+harvest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257062565310308946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SPTWjM9TIlI/AAAAAAAAADk/fpc8QbWMhXE/s320/fall+harvest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Momma had a "green thumb". Any plant that she touched thrived, and grew lush and beautiful. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; could take the smallest bit of a plant and grow it into a thing of great beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I, on the other hand, have a "BLACK thumb". I can take the most beautiful healthy plant and reduce it to "compost" in an amazingly short time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Momma knew the way to bring out the best in a plant... just how much water... and just how much fertilizer. She knew whether that plant enjoyed the bright sunshine... or whether it flourished best in partial shade.She always managed to put that plant in the "best environment" to get the most positive results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When a gardener plants a seed, they don't plant an pumpkin seed and expect a watermelon to grow. They don't plant a tomato plant and expect to receive oranges. Corn is used to grow corn, and potatoes are used to grow potatoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All things in nature can be seen in spiritual parallels. In the spiritual realm, I can't "plant" angry words and actions, and expect to "reap" a calm atmosphere. I can't plant seeds of discord and strife, and expect to "reap" harmony in my household... or my workplace... or my school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I want to see love and joy "growing" abundantly in my friends and family, then I must plant words and actions of love... I must "sow" those thing which will produce what I want to "harvest".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it my desire to be treated with respect? Then I must treat others with respect. Do I desire to be shown kindness? Then I must make it my habit to treat others with kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to "grow" a "harvest of love" in the "garden of my family"... so I should concentrate on treating each of them as I want them to treat me. I should put their wants and desires above my own, and be willing to let someone else have their way... or go first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the "garden of life", we must plant "seeds" of love, kindness, honor, trust, and dependability if we want to "reap a harvest" of these qualities in our own lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of God's spiritual principles is... "whatever a person sows, that shall they also reap." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What kind of seeds are you planting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lord, help us to only speak words that impart your grace and love to others!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nanalou2four.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rx6EAwoKCsoAAAjJVr01"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/5884338429962379782-3763189330000504651?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/3763189330000504651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=3763189330000504651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3763189330000504651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3763189330000504651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/10/reaping-harvest.html' title='REAPING A HARVEST'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SPTWjM9TIlI/AAAAAAAAADk/fpc8QbWMhXE/s72-c/fall+harvest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-5383942592351798458</id><published>2008-10-10T11:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:33:10.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>CLEANING HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SO-FYvFOHwI/AAAAAAAAADc/nUiIH5vG0D0/s1600-h/BOOKS+ON+SHELF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255565950166376194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SO-FYvFOHwI/AAAAAAAAADc/nUiIH5vG0D0/s320/BOOKS+ON+SHELF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Week I threw out worrying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was getting old and in the way.&lt;br /&gt;It kept me from being me; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't do things God's way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw out a book on MY PAST&lt;br /&gt;(Didn't have time to read it anyway).&lt;br /&gt;Replaced it with NEW GOALS, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;started reading it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw out hate and bad memories,&lt;br /&gt;(Remember how I treasured them so)?&lt;br /&gt;Got me a NEW PHILOSOPHY too, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;threw out the one from long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought in some new books too, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;called I CAN, I WILL, and I MUST.&lt;br /&gt;Threw out I might, I think and I ought.&lt;br /&gt;WOW, you should've seen the dust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran across an OLD FRIEND, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hadn't talked to in a while.&lt;br /&gt;His name is GOD the Father, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I really like His style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He helped me to do some cleaning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and added some things Himself.&lt;br /&gt;Like PRAYER, HOPE, FAITH and LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I placed them right on the shelf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up this special thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and placed it at the front door.&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND IT- its called PEACE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing gets me down anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've got my house looking nice.&lt;br /&gt;Looks good around the place.&lt;br /&gt;For things like Worry and Trouble &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there just isn't any space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to do a little house cleaning,&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of the things on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;It sure makes things brighter; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe you should TRY IT YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BE BLESSED AND BE A BLESSING TO SOMEONE ELSE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord open the windows of heaven and pour you out a blessing that&lt;br /&gt;you will not have room enough to receive it all.&lt;br /&gt;Malachi 3:10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May the Lord bless you exceedingly abundantly above all you could ever&lt;br /&gt;hope for.&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:19.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do all things through Christ which strengthen me. Philippians 4:13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-5383942592351798458?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/5383942592351798458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=5383942592351798458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/5383942592351798458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/5383942592351798458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-week-i-threw-out-worrying-it-was.html' title='CLEANING HOUSE'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SO-FYvFOHwI/AAAAAAAAADc/nUiIH5vG0D0/s72-c/BOOKS+ON+SHELF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-6619887702526455766</id><published>2008-10-07T16:53:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:28:28.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harmony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>SANCTUARY OF LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOvjb-OgvyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/M5-9zJZ2Low/s1600-h/SAFE+HOME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254543459957653282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOvjb-OgvyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/M5-9zJZ2Low/s200/SAFE+HOME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOvjMGCD0-I/AAAAAAAAADI/Epsh27LcaW8/s1600-h/SAFE+HOME.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOvjEOVPPjI/AAAAAAAAADA/ocF7rgCFZDM/s1600-h/SAFE+HOME.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOvf-Fu9iGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yqQ-WYcWx8o/s1600-h/getting+ready+little+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Many years ago, when my children were still in elementary school, Sunday mornings were always a “memorable” time for us as a family unit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It seemed that no amount of planning ahead would get us all out of bed, fed, properly dressed, and out the door to Sunday School and church &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in a timely fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At times, it felt like “an unwelcome intruder” had entered our home, stirring up everyone’s emotions and causing conflict. Raised and angry voices may have put us out the door in time, but how effective do you think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the Sunday school lesson and the Sunday sermon were after such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;an early morning display of impatience and anger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Could it be that we sometimes find it is easier to be pleasant and kind to those with whom we come in contact OUTSIDE our home than to our family? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Behind closed doors”, are we tempted to think it’s okay for us to “be ourselves”, “take off the mask”, “let our hair down”, or “just let it all hang out”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If we were truthful, I think many of us would admit that we have been guilty at one time or another of being more courteous and polite to co-workers, friends, or even strangers than to our own family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is it about family life that causes us to become more demanding, more critical, and less forgiving with those who are dearer to us than anyone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;According to the principles of God, harmony within our family is of great importance. Proverbs says, &lt;em&gt;“A soft answer turns away wrath.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is amazing what a smile and a kind word will do to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;transform the atmosphere in a home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Strife tears down the “shield of faith” and its protection for our family. Anger stops prayer results… and invites &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and his “demonic sidekicks” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;into our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Discord and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unforgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are deadly to any relationship. Allowing them to remain in our home and family environment can paralyze the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Power of God in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What happens when we don’t recognize what’s going on in our family, take responsibility for our own actions, and stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the author of confusion” and the “accuser of the brethren”… from his plan to cause division in our homes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;James 3:16 says, &lt;em&gt;“For where envying and strife is, there is confusion &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and every evil work”. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As believers, we don’t want to allow the enemy access to our family by taking our anger and dissatisfaction out on those with whom we live, thus rendering ourselves powerless to overcome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let’s put the power of harmony to work in our homes and in our families. Let’s ask the Lord to open our eyes and to direct us to where we should begin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It all comes back to the choices we make. Our intention should be to “tell the truth… in love”…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;while at the same time, treating everyone with whom we interact… whether family, friend, or stranger… with the respect they deserve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Almost any message will be better received when it is spoken by a calm voice and in such a way that “builds up” instead of “tearing down”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sarcasm and criticism can do a lot of damage to a struggling individual. We need to stop and think before we speak, and make it a priority to be an "encourager" who leaves each one with whom we interact feeling more positive when we leave them than they were when we arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In days gone by, I heard a comment that went something like this: “In future years, people may not remember what you said to them… but they will remember how you made them feel.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let’s stop and think before we speak. Words can cause damage that may never be restored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could tell you that I have perfected the practice of always building others up instead of bringing them down. Perfected? No. But God has taught me to pause... to stop and think before I speak. Many times I am able to overcome the urge to have the last word or to say something that is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;constructive&lt;/span&gt; or is hurtful. It's taken time... but God is faithful. His grace will help us overcome any habit or shortcoming that needs to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lord, please teach us to demonstrate the attitudes that Jesus taught so that our homes may become “sanctuaries” of love, peace, and safety for all of our family. Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-6619887702526455766?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/6619887702526455766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=6619887702526455766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/6619887702526455766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/6619887702526455766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/10/sanctuary-of-love.html' title='SANCTUARY OF LOVE'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOvjb-OgvyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/M5-9zJZ2Low/s72-c/SAFE+HOME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-3099453859198466155</id><published>2008-10-07T12:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:25:51.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worthlessness'/><title type='text'>CONSTANT AND BEYOND MEASURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DEAR DR. GRAHAM: I like to read books that help me understand myself better, and one of the interesting facts I've run across is that if you grow up not liking yourself, then you'll always have a hard time liking other people. Does this mean someone like that can't love God, either? -- Mrs. A.N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DEAR MRS. A.N.: No, it doesn't -- not at all. Admittedly, some people may have a harder time than others learning to love God; if you grew up thinking everyone disliked you, for example, you may end up falsely thinking that God doesn't like you either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But no matter who we are or what our background has been, the greatest discovery we can ever make is that God loves us just as we are, and He wants to welcome us into His family just as we are. Others may fail us or even abuse us -- but God never does, because His love for us is constant and beyond measure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do I know this? I know it for one reason: Jesus Christ, the only Son of God, was willing to give His life so you and I could be forgiven of our sins and spend all eternity with Him in Heaven. Listen: If you had been the only person on earth who needed to be saved, Jesus Christ still would have been willing to die for you. God loves you that much! The Bible says, "This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins" (1 John 4:10).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let your feelings of worthlessness, or anything else, keep you from Christ. Down inside we all yearn to be loved, and even when others don't love us -- or even if we don't love ourselves -- God still loves us. Respond to His love today by asking Christ to come into your heart and life -- and He will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loved us so much that HE made the supreme sacrifice for us. He left Heaven, became a human, and died a cruel death on the cross so that we might be lost... once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus shed His precious blood so that our sins would be forgiven and we would be "justified" with God. It would be " just as if I'd" never sinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus came into my heart, HE forgave &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; my sins... &lt;em&gt;past, present, and future&lt;/em&gt;. HE gave His life as a sacrifice so that my sins would be taken from me. HE has removed them from me &lt;em&gt;"as far as the east is from the west"...&lt;/em&gt; and even when I can't forgive myself, HE still forgives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's specialty is taking the guilty, the unloved, the undesirable, and the rejected... and using them for really important assignments in His work here on earth. Where ever we are today, God can make it better, God can take a "nothing" life and make it into a "something" life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God uses the regular everyday people like me and you to accomplish His plans, the praise that comes from a successful mission is sure to go to Him. There will be no doubt that you and I couldn't have done these great and mighty works in our own power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you these statements are facts because I have experience with God. Over the last 35 years, HE has done miraculous things for me... Big things like protecting me from a tornado or healing the massive blockages that were found in my heart... all the way to little things... like showing me a sunset and filling my heart so full of love that I thought it would burst. Sunsets have become my own personal "love letter" from God each time I see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time, God has shown His love and proven Himself faithful. He has met my financial needs when there seemed to be no way. He has touched my body, strengthening me and relieving my pain more times than I can remember. He has healed torn relationships and restored a lost daughter to me after 35 years apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I have failed Him, He has continued to pour out His love on me... constant and beyond measure... always waiting for me to reach out to Him once again... and His love for you is just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't made God part of your life, turn to Him today. Ask Him to forgive your sins and to come into your heart. He can take a messed up life and make it "clean and shiny".... transforming it into something entirely different. Experience the Love of God for your self. Reach out to Him. You have nothing to lose.... and EVERYTHING to gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you do know Him, make yourself available to Him. He can use you to accomplish the miraculous. All you have to do is be willing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-3099453859198466155?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/3099453859198466155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=3099453859198466155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3099453859198466155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3099453859198466155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/10/constant-and-beyond-measure.html' title='CONSTANT AND BEYOND MEASURE'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-2517490155350204969</id><published>2008-10-06T16:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:30:08.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overcoming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><title type='text'>STIRRING UP THE NEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOqFGx_1pNI/AAAAAAAAACg/OAp7Trk-D7U/s1600-h/EAGLES+WITH+EAGLET.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254158266827908306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOqFGx_1pNI/AAAAAAAAACg/OAp7Trk-D7U/s320/EAGLES+WITH+EAGLET.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 40:31 reads, "But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've all heard the word "nesting" but have we ever taken a close look at true nesting in action? This is neat. When a mother eagle starts building her nest, she begins using items we wouldn't at all expect for such a job -- sharp thorns, broken branches, rocks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later, she places on top of it a layer of wool, feathers, and fur from animals she has killed, making it soft and comfortable for her eggs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her eggs eventually hatch and her little ones grow to flying age. As with any creature, growing up is never an easy thing. That's precisely when mom begins "stirring up the nest." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With her strong talons, she begins pulling up the thick carpet of fur and feathers, bringing the sharp rocks and branches to the surface. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As more of the bedding gets plucked up, the nest becomes more uncomfortable for the young eagles. Eventually, this and other urgings prompt the little eagles to leave their once-comfortable abode and move on to bigger and better things like learning to fly and eventually making homes and families for themselves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**********************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It would be an easy things to get a little&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;too comfortable&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;in our "nests"? We've had all the warmth, comfort and free meals we could want... but all good things come to &lt;strong&gt;better things&lt;/strong&gt;... "with the Lord"! The "nest" is warm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snuggly&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's time we learned to fly! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's not be bitter at the Lord for "plucking up" our "comfortable nests". He wants us to be all that we can be!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wants us to accomplish all the things He has for us to do -- to reach our fullest potential -- to experience the amazing sensation of flying, even soaring, high above our problems and issues &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and whatever other distractions &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold us back from growing up in Him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;***********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There are times when we allow the trials and tests of this world to overcome us... and to "ground us" from "flight"... but we must do all we can to set our minds on God and to throw off any hindrance that would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;attempt to "bring us down". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's take the leap of faith today. There's so much work to be done! &lt;/em&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/5884338429962379782-2517490155350204969?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/2517490155350204969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=2517490155350204969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/2517490155350204969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/2517490155350204969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/10/stirring-up-nest.html' title='STIRRING UP THE NEST'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOqFGx_1pNI/AAAAAAAAACg/OAp7Trk-D7U/s72-c/EAGLES+WITH+EAGLET.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-3816922215520739321</id><published>2008-10-06T15:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:34:43.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><title type='text'>WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="m1040" href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=1040&amp;amp;id=A5HpTJc2aadWTQH2cZ_lt0AqO9F2H8A-" winoptions="2" winheight="550" winname="null" winwidth="800" winurl="/blog/popup_slideshow.html?p=1040&amp;amp;id=A5HpTJc2aadWTQH2cZ_lt0AqO9F2H8A-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="m1040" href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=1040&amp;amp;id=A5HpTJc2aadWTQH2cZ_lt0AqO9F2H8A-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A happy heart makes the face cheerful, but heartache crushes the spirit.... All the days of the oppressed are wretched, but the cheerful heart has a continual feast.... A cheerful look brings joy to the heart, and good news gives health to the bones." Proverbs 15: 13, 15, 30&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our attitude colors our whole personality. We cannot always choose what happens to us, but we can choose our attitude toward each situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The secret to a cheerful heart is filling our minds with thoughts that are true, pure, and lovely, with thoughts that dwell on the good things in life (Philippians 4:8). This was Paul's secret as he faced imprisonment, and it can be ours as we face the struggles of daily living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We must look at our attitudes and then examine what we allow to enter our mind and what we choose to dwell on. We may need to make some changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a person thinks.... so is he." How we think affects our overall mental well-being more than anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A famous preacher once commented that we may not be able to "stop a bird from flying over our head... but we can keep it from building a nest in our hair". W e cannot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts come from many directions. Some thoughts are like "fiery arrows"... sent from the enemy to distract us from the truth about Jesus and the life He purchased for us with His own blood... when He died on Calvary's cross in our place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not be able to stop all these thoughts from coming through out minds... but we can certainly choose to reject those which are unfit, ungodly, or immoral. We have the power to set our mind upon those things that Jesus told us to think about... those things which are good and wholesome and healthy and of good report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The joy of the Lord is our strength." Thinking wholesome thoughts can fill us with joy, strengthen us, and bring a smile to our faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose to think on the things of God and the words of His Bible. These will lead us to a more peaceful and more contented life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the sacrifice Jesus made for each of us should fill our hearts with such gratitude that it would outweigh many emotions that would seek to divert us from the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every wrong and evil act in life began with a single thought that should have been rejected and replaced with a positive thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose your thoughts carefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-3816922215520739321?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/3816922215520739321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=3816922215520739321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3816922215520739321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3816922215520739321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-on-your-mind.html' title='WHAT&apos;S ON YOUR MIND?'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-4288356804091497389</id><published>2008-10-03T11:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:36:35.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neglect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faults'/><title type='text'>A ROSE AMONG THORNS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOZPSiB6oXI/AAAAAAAAACI/aWLWjkPER6c/s1600-h/pink+rose+with+dew+drops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252973195165344114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOZPSiB6oXI/AAAAAAAAACI/aWLWjkPER6c/s320/pink+rose+with+dew+drops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOZLPTuhLRI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZMR2IOvGm_Y/s1600-h/PINK+ROSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully. Before it blossomed, he examined it. He saw a bud that would soon blossom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also saw the thorns, and he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant, burdened with so many sharp thorns?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and before it was ready to bloom, it died. So it is with many people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*Within every soul, there is “a rose”… the "God-like" qualities planted in us at birth, growing amidst the “thorns” of our faults. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of us look at ourselves and see only "the thorns", the defects. We despair; thinking nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to "water" the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some just can’t see "the rose"... or the gifts within themselves. It takes someone else to show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns and find the rose within others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the truest, most innocent, and gracious characteristic of love - to know another person, including their faults, recognize the nobility in their soul, and yet still help another to realize they can overcome the “thorns” of their faults and life's experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we show them the rose, they will conquer the thorns. Only then will they blossom, and most likely, bloom thirty, sixty, a hundred-fold, as it is given to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our duty in this world is to help others, by showing them their roses and not their thorns. It is then that we achieve the love we should feel for each other. Only then can we bloom in our own garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rose Photo by Samantha at Mama's Musings)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-4288356804091497389?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/4288356804091497389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=4288356804091497389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/4288356804091497389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/4288356804091497389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/10/rose-among-thorns.html' title='A ROSE AMONG THORNS'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOZPSiB6oXI/AAAAAAAAACI/aWLWjkPER6c/s72-c/pink+rose+with+dew+drops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-7593068875398952493</id><published>2008-10-01T15:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:38:11.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='submit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sink'/><title type='text'>PLUGGING UP THE LEAKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOPesmsBcOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yFloyGDRjwM/s1600-h/boat+from+360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252286448324931810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOPesmsBcOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yFloyGDRjwM/s320/boat+from+360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We know that He abides in us, by the Spirit whom He has given us." I John 3:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A boat doesn't sink because it is in the water; it sinks because the water gets into it. In the same way, Christians don't fail to live as they should because they are in the world; they fail because the world has gotten into them. We don't fail to produce the fruit of the Holy Spirit because we live in a sea of corruption; we fail because the sea of corruption has gotten into us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can happen almost without our realizing it. At one time we were dedicated to Christ, surrendered to the will of God. But little by little the chilling waters of the world crept in. We became preoccupied with the things of this world rather than the things of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most ocean-going ships have pumps running constantly, sucking out any water that might have leaked into the hull. Similarly, we need to keep the "pumps" of repentance running. We need to plug the holes with the truth of God's Word. Don't let the world sink your ship!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Billy Graham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An addition from my Bible study goes along with the above:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Come near to God and he will come near to you." James 4:7-8a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you come near to God? James gives five ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Submit to God (4:7). Yield to His authority and will, commit your life to Him and His control, and be willing to follow Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Resist the devil (4:7). Don't allow Satan to entice and tempt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wash your hands...and purify your hearts (that is, lead a pure life) (4:8). Be cleansed from sin, replacing your desire to sin with your desire to experience God's purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Grieve and mourn and wail in sincere sorrow for your sins (4:9). Don't be afraid to express deep heartfelt sorrow for what you have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Humble yourself before the Lord and He will lift you up (4:10, I Peter 5:6)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How blessed we are to have such a loving and forgiving God... Who is "not willing that even one should perish".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive us for the times we have failed You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive us for not loving each other as You have commanded us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show us Your will and Your way to live our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help us to walk the path You have set before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank you for Your love, Your mercy, and for Your sweet Holy Spirit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who continually draws us to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn our hearts in the direction You would have us go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us to be Your hand extended to those in need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us be Your workers "in the world" but not "of the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renew our minds through Your Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead us and guide us in everything we say and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All praise and honor to You, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' name, we pray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-7593068875398952493?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/7593068875398952493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=7593068875398952493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/7593068875398952493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/7593068875398952493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-know-that-he-abides-in-us-by-spirit.html' title='PLUGGING UP THE LEAKS'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SOPesmsBcOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yFloyGDRjwM/s72-c/boat+from+360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-2743597336386671882</id><published>2008-09-18T13:46:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:40:46.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condemnation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><title type='text'>THE DUCK AND THE DEVIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SNKmdL4GS0I/AAAAAAAAABo/K4wbw3SK0Dc/s1600-h/duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247439536174549826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SNKmdL4GS0I/AAAAAAAAABo/K4wbw3SK0Dc/s320/duck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He practiced in the woods, but he could never hit the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hit the duck square in the head, and killed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was shocked and grieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile,&lt;br /&gt;only to see his sister watching! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After lunch the next day Grandma said,&lt;br /&gt;"Sally, let's wash the dishes." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Sally said, "Grandma, Johnny told me&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to help in the kitchen."&lt;br /&gt;Then she whispered to him, "Remember the duck?"&lt;br /&gt;So Johnny did the dishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go fishing and Grandma said,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper."&lt;br /&gt;Sally just smiled and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help."&lt;br /&gt;She whispered again, "Remember the duck?"&lt;br /&gt;So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After several days of Johnny doing&lt;br /&gt;both his chores and Sally's,&lt;br /&gt;he finally couldn't stand it any longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He came to Grandma and confessed that&lt;br /&gt;he had killed the duck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug,&lt;br /&gt;and said, "Sweetheart, I know.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was standing at the window&lt;br /&gt;and I saw the whole thing,&lt;br /&gt;but because I love you, I forgave you.&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering how long you would let&lt;br /&gt;Sally make a slave of you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~ Thought for the day~~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and every day thereafter? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the devil keeps throwing it up in your face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.)...&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to know that &lt;em&gt;God was standing at the window...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and He saw the whole thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has seen your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;He wants you to know that &lt;em&gt;He loves you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that you are &lt;em&gt;forgiven&lt;/em&gt;. He's just wondering how long&lt;br /&gt;you will let the devil make a &lt;em&gt;slave&lt;/em&gt; of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is therefore now no condemnation&lt;br /&gt;to those who are in Christ Jesus..."&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The great thing about God is that&lt;br /&gt;when you ask for forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;He not only &lt;em&gt;forgives &lt;/em&gt;you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but He &lt;em&gt;forgets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is by God's grace and mercy that we are saved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always remember: &lt;em&gt;God is at the window&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-2743597336386671882?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/2743597336386671882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=2743597336386671882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/2743597336386671882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/2743597336386671882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-was-little-boy-visiting-his.html' title='THE DUCK AND THE DEVIL'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SNKmdL4GS0I/AAAAAAAAABo/K4wbw3SK0Dc/s72-c/duck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-4248137244561614692</id><published>2008-09-18T13:46:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:39:26.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authority'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rewards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithful'/><title type='text'>FAITHFUL IN A VERY LITTLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SNPvxP5rzvI/AAAAAAAAABw/IEjwLemospk/s1600-h/eastar112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247801620177866482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SNPvxP5rzvI/AAAAAAAAABw/IEjwLemospk/s400/eastar112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“And he said unto him, Well done, you good and faithful servant: because you have been faithful in a very little, you have been given authority over much.” Luke 19:17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A young man once went to the beach. There, he saw miles and miles of starfish washed up on the sand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“If these starfish stay out here during the heat of the day,” he thought, “they'll die.” So he began picking up a starfish at a time as he walked and throwing them back into the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An elderly man also walking along the shore approached him and said, “Do you mind if I ask, young man, what are you doing?” “I'm throwing these poor starfish back into the ocean so they don't die in the hot sun,” the youth replied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“But what difference can you really make,” said the old man, “Look at this beach -- there are thousands, maybe millions, of starfish here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;”The young man chuckled as he threw yet another starfish into the sea. “Well -- it made a difference to that one!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Faithful in a very little”, the Word of God says! It is faithfulness in the little things that the Lord rewards mightily! The world is like those millions drying out in the hot sun – and we have to reach out to those the Lord has put in our path! If we all do our share, the job will get accomplished! There's so much work to be done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-4248137244561614692?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/4248137244561614692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=4248137244561614692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/4248137244561614692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/4248137244561614692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/09/faithful-in-little-things.html' title='FAITHFUL IN A VERY LITTLE'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SNPvxP5rzvI/AAAAAAAAABw/IEjwLemospk/s72-c/eastar112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-2212628291508931798</id><published>2008-09-17T13:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:41:50.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><title type='text'>THE PATH TO LIFE ETERNAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SNFUn0yoUgI/AAAAAAAAABg/iWea0ZvVZTg/s1600-h/Reaching+Forward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247068084025971202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SNFUn0yoUgI/AAAAAAAAABg/iWea0ZvVZTg/s320/Reaching+Forward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A while back, I heard someone say that they wished they could go back to a time years ago to a "spiritual experience" which greatly affected their life. Their desire was to feel the thrilling touch of God's Holy Spirit... to sense His "nearness" again... and to return to being the person they were at that moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Believers, can we go back... or is the life of a Believer always looking ahead... going forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would I want to go back to being a teenager again, thinking and responding to life as a teenager? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would I want to go back to twenty or thirty? I think not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While it is true that my experiences in life have made me who I am today, I want to go on with the Lord, growing... maturing... and becoming more useful to Him. I want it to be evident in my life that I have learned from life's experiences. I hope to go on to the "next grade level" and not find it necessary to "repeat the courses" I have taken before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I satisfied with my relationship with the Lord? Never! There is no "Status quo" with God. Either I am growing, maturing, and going forward in my walk, or I have lost momentum... and I am headed in the wrong direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Brothers and sisters, I do not count myself to have apprehended;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing I do,&lt;br /&gt;forgetting those things which are behind&lt;br /&gt;and reaching forward to those things which are ahead,&lt;br /&gt;I press toward the goal for the prize&lt;br /&gt;of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( Phil. 3:13,14)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, teach us Your ways... and lead us in Your truth everlasting. Forgive our sins... and show us where we have missed Your will for our lives. Help us to keep our feet on the path to life eternal with You. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(The photo is of my son-in-law Tommy and two of my "grands"... taken by their talented mother Samantha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-2212628291508931798?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/2212628291508931798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=2212628291508931798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/2212628291508931798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/2212628291508931798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/09/path-to-life-eternal.html' title='THE PATH TO LIFE ETERNAL'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SNFUn0yoUgI/AAAAAAAAABg/iWea0ZvVZTg/s72-c/Reaching+Forward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-7861119781943914758</id><published>2008-09-16T13:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:43:56.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>PRECIOUS GIFT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SNADv4q_rgI/AAAAAAAAABY/VkGV2Q0EcIk/s1600-h/paackage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246697687088082434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SNADv4q_rgI/AAAAAAAAABY/VkGV2Q0EcIk/s320/paackage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The Precious Gift that Jesus gave us... His cleansing blood shed once… for all... redeemed us from the punishment that was ours. His sacrifice "bought us back" from the penalty of our sins. Our sins were forgiven... PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our enemy satan is called "the accuser of the brethren". One of the "devices" of the enemy is to accuse us to ourselves... to bring up our faults... past sins... or poor choices. His aim is to distract us from the changes that occurred in each of us when we received Jesus as Lord and Master of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must keep our minds stayed on who we are "in Christ"... and refuse to be "side-tracked" by satan's lies. We can’t allow his accusations to "take root" in our hearts and in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Word says,&lt;br /&gt;"I AM . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. A child of God (Romans 8:16) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Redeemed from the Hand of the Enemy (Psalms 107:2) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Forgiven (Colossians 1:13-14) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Saved by Grace through Faith (Ephesians 2:8) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Justified (Romans 5:1) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Sanctified (1 Corinthians 6:11) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. A New Creature (2 Corinthians 5:17) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Partaker of His Divine Nature (2 Peter 1:4) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Redeemed from the Curse of the law (Galatians 3:13) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Delivered from the Powers of Darkness (Colossians 1:13) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Led by the Spirit of God (Romans 8:14) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. A Son of God (Romans 8:14) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Kept in Safety Wherever I Go (Psalms 91:11) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Getting All My Needs Met by Jesus Christ (Philippians 4:19) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. Casting All My cares upon Jesus (1 Peter 5:7) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. Strong in the Lord and in the Power of His Might (Ephesians 6:10) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. Doing All Things through Christ Who Strengthens Me (Philippians 4:13) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. An Heir with God and a Joint Heir with Jesus (Romans 8:17) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. Heir to the Blessings of Abraham (Galatians 3:13-14) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. Observing and Doing the Lord's Commandments (Deuteronomy 28:12) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21. Blessed Coming in and Blessed Going out (Deuteronomy 26:6) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22. An Heir of Eternal Life (1 John 5:11-12) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;23. Blessed with All Spiritual Blessings (Ephesians 1:3) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24. Healed by His Stripes (1 Peter 2:24) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25. Exercising My Authority over the Enemy (Luke 10:19) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;26. Above Only and Not Beneath (Deuteronomy 28:13) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;27. More than a Conqueror (Romans 8:37) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;28. Establishing God's Word Here on Earth (Matthew 16:19) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;29. An Over comer by the Blood of the Lamb and the Word of My Testimony (Revelation 12:11) 30. Daily Overcoming the Devil (1 John 4:4) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;31. Not Moved by What I See (2 Corinthians 4:18) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;32. Walking by Faith and Not by Sight (2 Corinthians 5:7) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;33. Casting Down Vain Imaginations (2 Corinthians 10:4-5) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;34. Bringing Every Thought into Captivity (2 Corinthians 10:5) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;35. Being Transformed by Renewing My Mind (Romans 12:1-2) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;36. A Laborer Together with God (1 Corinthians 3:9) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;37. The Righteousness of God in Christ (2 Corinthians 5:21) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;38. An Imitator of Jesus (Ephesians 5:1) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;39. The Light of the World (Matthew 5:14) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;40. Blessing the Lord at All Times and Continually praising the Lord with My Mouth "(Psalms 34:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of reading and meditating upon God's Word will renew our minds and remind us that we are "joint heirs" with Jesus Christ. It is because of Jesus that we have hope for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-7861119781943914758?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/7861119781943914758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=7861119781943914758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/7861119781943914758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/7861119781943914758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/09/precious-gift.html' title='PRECIOUS GIFT'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SNADv4q_rgI/AAAAAAAAABY/VkGV2Q0EcIk/s72-c/paackage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-4662128299744966141</id><published>2008-09-11T11:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:45:35.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-reliant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protect'/><title type='text'>SLEEPING LIKE A BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SMlOkobNWZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UOlVt-PBL6w/s1600-h/CONNOR+SNOOZING+W+BEAR+10-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244809632283449746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SMlOkobNWZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UOlVt-PBL6w/s320/CONNOR+SNOOZING+W+BEAR+10-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety" (Psalm 4:8) Is there anything more beautiful than a sleeping baby? Some of my favorite photos are those of my grandchildren who have fallen asleep in unusual positions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have photos of them slumped over on a toy or a book in the playpen… or sitting up in their baby bed… or riding down the road in their car seat... or in the shopping cart while shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more peaceful than the face of a sleeping child… unaware of any danger or worrisome thoughts that could prevent sleep… secure enough to let down all defenses and rest… safe in their parents care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about those of us who are children of the Father God? Do we put our full trust in our Father… and in His ability to keep us safe and protected from the worries and fears of the world? ”I lie down and sleep; I wake again because the LORD sustains me" (Psalm 3:5). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is in realizing that God alone can protect us, can meet all our needs, and keep us safe under all circumstances that we can cease from our struggles to work out our lives on our own terms. It is in trusting Him that we find the security and peace which often eludes us. Knowing that I am in God’s care… and that HE loves me with a never-ending love provides me with the security for which I am looking in every area of my life. He will protect… and He will provide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of us who are accustomed to taking care of ourselves, turning control over to the Lord can be very difficult… but very “freeing”. Time and again, the Lord has proven His faithfulness and His dependability. He will never let us down or fail us. We must be willing to "let go"... and let Him "be God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When our trust is fully resting in the Lord, we can lie down and “sleep like a baby”… knowing that God is our refuge… our strength… our stronghold… our defender… and a “very present help in times of trouble”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Leaning on the everlasting arms.... safe and secure from all alarms... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaning on His everlasting Arms!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-4662128299744966141?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/4662128299744966141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=4662128299744966141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/4662128299744966141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/4662128299744966141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleeping-like-baby.html' title='SLEEPING LIKE A BABY'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SMlOkobNWZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UOlVt-PBL6w/s72-c/CONNOR+SNOOZING+W+BEAR+10-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-3048933080908415747</id><published>2008-09-04T15:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:48:14.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembered'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>HOPE FOR A BETTER FUTURE</title><content type='html'>Bruce, a close relative of my husband’s, had to travel to a large city in another state for heart surgery. The chance of success was not good but the alternative was sure death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgery went well but within a few days vital organs began to shut down. The battle raged. Many prayers went up. Finally, Bruce passed from this life to the next. He was “absent from his body and present with the Lord“!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby has “more first cousins than you can shake a stick at” so we were two of many who drove in to pay our respects and to support his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was crowded. This man was well known and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each minister stood to share his thoughts about Bruce, I listened intently to the things they said. One said he had never heard Bruce say a negative thing against another person. Someone else pointed out that he had been a deacon at two churches and was a very active believer all his life, raising his daughter in church. Another pointed out that when he was about to have his car repossessed, Bruce loaned him the money that enabled him to keep it… and many more wonderful things were said about his integrity and about his life as a believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was observed what a wonderful family man he was and how his wife, daughter, son-in-law and grandsons adored him. They had a very happy home. It was a good funeral… if there is such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of time to think as we rode that 300 miles home. I wondered about what people will say about me when I die. Probably something like, “the first ten years she belonged to the church she was there every time the doors opened… and was involved in every activity that came along. She was on that committee and she liked to help out in the kitchen when we had meals at church. She was part of that group of ladies who met weekly throughout the year and did Bible studies together. She taught some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then what happened to her? She slowed down in her church attendance… just coming on Sunday mornings. Then she started missing Sundays here and there. Now it seems like all she does is go to work and go home. Work and home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has slowed down tremendously the last two years... almost to a crawl in recent months… slowing somewhat because of my husband's age... and the physical and emotional challenges we have faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression... anxiety... fear of crowds.... and then the headaches started. It has felt like like a downward spiral... with no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still... I want to be a soul winner for the Lord. I want to be a daughter of whom He can be proud. I realize that I have issues that need attending to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My “circle of life”… “circle of comfort”… circle of friends has grown smaller and smaller, each caught up in their own work and families. This “circle of friends” with whom I had shared so much for many years are leading busy lives, doing what the Lord is leading them to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question on my mind today is how much have I accomplished for God… and how much was never done because I was too caught up in my physical limitations… too “bogged down” by depression and anxiety… too limited by my very real fears... to give God’s work the attention it deserved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In so many ways I feel I have failed God. I haven’t been the bold and powerful witness that He desired me to be in quite a while. In many cases, I have given in to the physical and mental distractions…. and allowed them to be an excuse for being less than acceptable to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All during this time, the Lord has remained near and dear. He has heard my every prayer and comforted my heart when it cried out to Him. He is a Father like no other... and He loves His children with an unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered how you will be remembered once you are gone? Would they say that you had lived your life with zeal... and vigorously completed the work God had assigned? I'm thankful there is still time left to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end my life I want to hear the Lord say, "Well done, You good and faithful Servant". I want to know that I have "fought the good fight, finished the course, kept the faith.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as there is breath in my body, there is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a better future. I want to be a blessing &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; God... and a blessing &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; God. The thoughts He has for me are thoughts of peace and not of evil... thoughts to give me a future and a hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-3048933080908415747?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/3048933080908415747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=3048933080908415747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3048933080908415747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/3048933080908415747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/09/hope-for-better-future.html' title='HOPE FOR A BETTER FUTURE'/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-7784667879752157426</id><published>2008-08-15T13:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:49:00.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refuge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steadfast'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UNFAILING LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The steadfast love of God never ceases; His mercies never come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;They are new every morning. Great is Your faithfulness.” Lam. 3:22, 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can often remind us of a roller coaster. Sometimes we are up. Sometimes we are down.... but always we are moving on… toward a destination where we will finally make our eternal home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strained family relationships and financial problems have us feeling wounded and searching for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migraine headaches, fibromyalgia, cancer, depression, and a multitude of other health issues can leave us feeling weak and winded, and wondering what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we turn our hearts and minds to our Lord Who created this world and “knit” these bodies together for answers… and seek Him for the strength and wisdom to walk through another day… and for the endurance to continue to meet the responsibilities in life that are our own, we will receive everything we need from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discover that He is and has been walking beside us every step of the way. When we have gone as far as we can go, He picks us up and carries us… through the pitfalls and struggles of life until our strength is regained. Then He sets us back on our feet, brushes us off, and continues on with us as we walk the path of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God our Father loves us with an unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt;He is an ever present refuge in our time of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise His name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884338429962379782-7784667879752157426?l=amoray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/feeds/7784667879752157426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884338429962379782&amp;postID=7784667879752157426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/7784667879752157426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884338429962379782/posts/default/7784667879752157426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoray.blogspot.com/2008/08/unfailing-love-steadfast-love-of-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Marylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850195229728193443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SA2RpaLpnM/SXYqSWnV_tI/AAAAAAAAAII/TU8tVz4BCOs/S220/ML+EMPTY+closeupCANDY+BOX+2+BDAY+1+2009+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884338429962379782.post-805493824930431721</id><published>2008-08-14T18:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:50:55.571-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daily Rules from God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake Up!! Decide to have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Today is the day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalms 118:24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dress Up!! The best way to dress up is to put on a smile. A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at outward appearance; but the Lord looks at the heart." I Samuel 16:7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shut Up!! Say nice things and learn to listen. Stop complaining! God gave us two ears and one mouth, so He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He who guards his lips guards his soul." Proverbs 13:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stand Up!!... For what you believe in. Stand for something or you will fall for anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good..." Galatians 6:9-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Look Up!!... To the Lord. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me." Phillippians 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Reach Up!!... For something higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him, And He will direct your path." Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lift Up!!... Your Prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do not worry about anything; instead PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING." 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