tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616602748969673952024-03-05T07:51:28.027-08:00Trials, Triumphs, and TEFLFormerly Diamond CornerstonesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-20390611749054927332014-08-13T07:53:00.002-07:002014-08-13T07:53:36.731-07:00To Build a Friendship<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">6 years ago, in May, my family got an invitation to join a small church ensemble. Daniel and I were nervous, but we agreed to try it out. That first Tuesday, we exited the car and walked to the front door of the Keene NH Seventh-day Adventist Church. The first people we saw were the people that invited us, and they introduced us to another family, the Perrys. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Over time, the Perrys and the Warners became friends, and then became very, very good friends. We bonded over practices, performances, church functions and outreach. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">And the Warners moved. And it was very sad. But now, whenever the Perrys and the Warners get together, we pick up right where we left off. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Monday one week ago was such a time. We got to visit for an afternoon, walking around the Andrews campus, just enjoying each other’s company.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">And after they left, I wondered, what will it be like in Heaven? Are we so close to God now that when we see Him in person it will be like picking up where we left off? What is our friendship with Him like now, while we are here on Earth? And how does that bode for our friendship with Him in Heaven?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The only reason the Perrys and Warners are such good friends now is because we took time to develop our friendship before.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"> It’s the same with God. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Our friendship with Him in the future is dependent on how we develop our friendship with Him now.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-1236466248812314772014-05-02T06:21:00.000-07:002014-05-02T06:22:36.795-07:00God's Most Perfect GiftSince I've "come home", I've been doing a study on Proverbs 31. So far, I've just been reading the chapter, verse by verse, looking for the practical applications and principles. Today, I decided to go word by word. And it's AMAZING! So amazing, in fact, I wanted to share it with you (at least the first sentence, because that's as far as I've gotten). I looked at the Hebrew, and combining that with the principles I already know from previous studies, came up with this (not quite sure how to explain it, so I'm just going to let you read it).<br />
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-The words of Bathsheba to Solomon-</div>
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My son, I pray that God will make you into a man that He can trust to care for His most</div>
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prized possession. This gift He wants to bestow on you is His most powerful tool. It is a<br />
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becoming a man worthy of God's most perfect present...</div>
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...a Godly wife.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-6250927044571028172014-04-12T17:31:00.001-07:002014-04-12T17:31:30.943-07:00Joy. Unspeakable.<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">- Start college at 17</span></div>
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<span class="s1">- Finish college at 21 with a degree in education</span></div>
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<span class="s1">- Get married the December I turn 23</span></div>
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<span class="s1">- Move to a farm in the Great Plains and be a full-time homemaker for my husband. Also help to take care of our chickens (because I love chickens), cows (because I’ve always wanted a cow or two), sheep (because sheep are cool), horses (because what is a farm without horses), and two or three dogs (and a cat).</span></div>
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<span class="s1">- Raise 4 or five kids</span></div>
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<span class="s1">That was my life plan, as of my 17th birthday. Needless to say, it hasn’t worked out that way. I started college at 22, working on generals since I’m not sure what I want to study. Unless God has a very, extraordinarily short courtship planned for me, there is no way I’m getting married this December. I still want to move to Iowa (just ask Daniel), but I’m torn between making my home in Iowa or a Hmong village in Laos. I still want to be a homemaking, homeschooling wife and mother, but that’s the only thing that I’m sure about from that list.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">And, on Monday, April 21, I’m taking another step away from that plan. Monday, April 21, is my last day working away from home for the foreseeable future. I didn’t want to do this at first. I wanted to stay in school, maybe start a business, buy a car… So many things <i>I</i> wanted to do. Without consulting God, I wanted to keep working on my life plan. But I couldn’t finish school if I didn’t have a job (Daniel and I have paid for school once we graduated high schools). If I didn’t finish school, I couldn’t teach. And so the “ifs”, “can’ts” and “I wants” go on.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">But I realized this week that it’s not about the “ifs”, “can’ts” and “I wants”. It’s about “what God wants”, and “possibilities” and “certainties”. And, after consulting with my parents and spending a great deal of time in prayer, I know God wants me to come home and really take homemaking seriously, even though I see no reason for it.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">As I was typing this up, Mama read this quote: “ [God] does not give His children all the directions for their life journey at once, lest they should become confused. He tells them just as much as they can remember and perform.” (Desire of Ages, 313)</span></div>
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<span class="s1">God doesn’t have to reveal everything about why He lead in this decision. In fact, He shouldn’t. This is a lesson in trusting that His way is perfect. And as I’ve come to rest in His plan, He has given me unspeakable joy, not in the action of coming home, but in the knowledge that this is His will. And that is what gives Him unspeakable joy.</span></div>
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(By the way, I'm not just quitting my job. I'm taking over all the housework, cooking, and mastering sewing, knitting, learning to crochet, and all those other housewifely things)</div>
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<span class="s1">And here is a picture of a cow I took today. Just ‘cause I like cows.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-60653714202470250822014-03-31T14:09:00.000-07:002014-03-31T14:09:11.056-07:00To Stop or Not<div class="p1" style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">“A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I pulled out of the driveway, headed to my second day at my new job. It had snowed that night and the roads were slippery, so I left early. About 5 miles from home, I hit a patch of ice and lost control of the car. I don’t remember everything, but I remember spinning into oncoming traffic, going up an embankment, and hitting a guardrail before the car shuddered to a stop.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“And by chance there came down a certain priest that way:and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I somehow managed to stop shaking enough to call Daddy. I somehow managed to calm down enough to put on my hazards. I somehow managed to notice a highway patrol truck pass by me.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“And likewise a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I got out of the car after a long line of cars and trucks passed me. I stood outside, looking at the damage, and watched a tow truck pass by me.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him…”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I felt alone, abandoned, and afraid. Daddy was coming, but until he got there, I was by myself with a car that was making funny noises. There was no Good Samaritan in this story. And it made me think, would I have stopped? If I had been on the other side of the road at 7:20 on Tuesday would I make sure the driver of the little brown car was ok? Would I call the accident in? How important is my neighbor to me?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Honestly, the answer right now is, “No”. I would not have stopped. I would have been more scared about my own safety than whoever was in that car. And I don’t know if I ever will stop. But I know that I’m asking God to give me a Samaritans heart, one that has compassion on other, and not only when they obviously need help, but when their cries aren't audible.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Also, always wear a seatbelt.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-6153292755160609312013-10-20T11:03:00.000-07:002013-10-20T11:03:10.639-07:00Longing for Jesus<div style="text-align: center;">
I long to go back to Laos.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-43651248986280530162013-09-21T17:02:00.002-07:002013-09-21T17:02:22.376-07:00In Linguini We Trust<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">“We need to put more butter on my pasta.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Mama looked at my three-year-old brother incredulously. “We already used two pats of butter. You don't need any more.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“No,” Daniel insisted, “I need more butter.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Needs more.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“That’s three pats of butter. If you have any more, you're setting yourself up for a heart attack at twenty. No more butter.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Daniel missed the significance of watching his cholesterol intake. “It needs more butter.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“No, you cannot have any more butter.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Now it was Daniel’s turn to be incredulous. “More butter.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Why do you think you need more butter?”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“It needs more butter. I can't see any in there.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Daniel learned to trust that the butter was actually in the pasta even though he couldn't see it. Unfortunately, this is a lesson I have yet to master. Not about butter on my pasta, but about God’s hand in my life. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">“I need more proof that You're guiding me.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i>“My child, I've already shown you so much. Trust me. Trust that I will guide you as I've guided you in the past.”</i></span></div>
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<span class="s1">“But, God, I can't see it. I can't see what You have shown me.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i>“I have show you what you need to know. Your faith will not grow if you can see everything I do. You trust that butter will melt on your pasta. Can you trust that I will lead you as you need? This is about your soul, not your linguini. <b>Trust Me</b>.”</i></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-83959482509394250112013-09-13T11:01:00.000-07:002013-09-13T11:01:19.383-07:0015 Things I Learned in Laos<b>1. Listen to your father.</b><br />
<i>Daddy: “I think you should be a teacher.”<br />Me: “I think I want to be a health educator.”<br />Daddy: “Ok.”<br />Me: Spend $500 dollars on a health educator course, decide I hate it.<br />6 months later...<br />Me: “I don’t know what to do with my life. I didn’t really like the health ed course. Now what should I do?”<br />Daddy: “I think you should be a teacher.”<br />Me: “I think I want to be a midwife.”<br />Daddy: “Ok.”<br />Me: Spend $250, decide I hate it.<br />A few months later...<br />Me: I’m going to be an English teacher in Laos.<br />Daddy: Ok<br />3 months after arriving in Laos...<br />Me: I LOVE being a teacher! I think this is what I want to do for the rest of my life!<br />Daddy: Yep.</i><br />
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<b>2. You can't judge food by its appearance.</b><br />
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<b>3. Kids are cute the world over.</b><br />
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<b>4. Dressing up is a pain, but worth it. Heels are a pain and not worth it.</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;">We went to a wedding, and the road was dirt, and the dirt was soft. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;">My heels kept sinking in the ground. </span><br />
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<b>5. <a href="http://youtu.be/toyayaqY71w" target="_blank">Krataw</a> (takraw in Thailand) is the awesomest sport on the planet.</b><br />
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<b>6. Don’t believe signs in tourist areas.</b><br />
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<b>7. Packages from America are huge blessings.</b><br />
This cannot be emphasized enough. The highlight of our weeks was mail day, and it's terribly disappointing not to get anything. Even if it's just a postcard, send something to your friends overseas!<br />
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<b>8. Write out lesson plans. Preferably before teaching.</b><br />
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<b>10. Never take hot showers for granted.</b><br />
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<b>11. Lao music is cool.</b><br />
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<b>12. When living abroad, adopt a family.</b><br />
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Nok: Teacher, did you go to the temple this morning?<br />
Me: No, I didn't. I stayed home.<br />
Nok: Why didn't you go?<br />
Phet: Because she's a Christian. Christians don't go to temples.<br />
Me: Phet's right. I didn't go because I'm a Christian.<br />
Nok: But aren't you afraid of the spirits that will come if you don't go to the temple?<br />
Me: No. My God is stronger than the spirits.<br />
Nok: So your god is Buddha.<br />
Me: No, my god is God.<br />
Nok: But Buddha is stronger than the spirits.<br />
Me: But God is stronger than Buddha.<br />
Nok: How? Buddha is the strongest.<br />
Me: Yes, but Buddha was a man. God created the first man. So God made Buddha, and He is stronger than Buddha and the spirits.<br />
Nok: I want to learn more about God. I want to worship the strongest God.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-68158776395985977902012-07-10T12:54:00.001-07:002012-07-10T12:54:56.378-07:00More Rain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This past winter, the crocuses came up in February. Our garlic never really died. The kale in the side garden was green, and not because it froze. It was warm. We got the 80s in March. Then came April. Snowpril, as they call it. Then came May, a month of very little rain. Then came June, a month of very little rain. Now it's July 10. We have not had any rain since we moved here to Michigan almost a month ago.<br />
The grass is dead where the sprinklers have not hit. Many trees are dropping their brown leaves. An entire row of trees near the preforming arts center is sporting a bright red crown. We shouldn't be experiencing September vistas with mid-August heat and Sahara levels of precipitation. This isn't supposed to be...<br />
The grass outside the library here at Andrews is beautiful. It's green
and lush. It's where the sprinklers are aimed. But as you get further
from the showcase area of campus, it gets drier and drier. The grass on
my way home crunches into dust under my feet.<br />
A distant acquaintance posted <a href="http://www.believethepromise.com/2012/07/thirsty-for-rain.html">this</a>. I'd like to add a thought:<br />
Every heavenly raindrop is a seed. A seed of love. A seed that somehow grows more rain clouds and sends the rain into another life. And as long as you share your rain clouds, you never lack any of your own...<br />
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I miss all my friends back east.<br />
I miss the cool breezes of New Hampshire, the hill where my church is.<br />
The river across the highway...so many memories there.<br />
And how is Maggie doing? <br />
My house.<br />
My home.<br />
What is Marcia doing this week?<br />
I miss knowing her cheery presence is across the street, most likely scheming up some good deed.<br />
I miss my life in New England.<br />
I don't understand why I'm here in Michigan.<br />
But God wants me here.<br />
Here where I know all of three families, and one is moving soon.<br />
Here where I have no clue about anything about my neighbors (except the fact that their children play outside my window 'til 10:00pm).<br />
Here where I don't feel at home.<br />
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I guess this is good training for my year abroad.<br />
Trusting God. <br />
Even when I don't understand.<br />
Even when I'm homesick.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-10224174000558583252012-06-22T16:48:00.000-07:002012-06-22T16:48:21.154-07:00I've Been Shot!I got most of my overseas shots this week. Luckily, I already got my tetanus booster, and I'm still too young for a polio booster. So for now I'm set until next month when I get my second Hep-B. I also have to take a live Typhoid vaccine pill, which is a little unnerving. So, shots in the past, it's back to living grammar! I'm loving it!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-23540919782965034502012-04-30T19:07:00.000-07:002012-04-30T19:07:12.806-07:00Too Busy?<div style="text-align: center;">
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The wealth of the heritage in my area is quite impressive. But I have ceased to be impressed. It is all commonplace. I see it all the time.<br />
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Some friends came out east last spring and we went on a history tour. AUC, the Village Church, Lexington, Concord and the Washington Church were all on the list of "to-sees". Watching their reactions to these historic places was eye opening. They saw everything with wide-open eyes, drinking in the places and the stories of the people who made them famous. The youngest daughter was so enthralled that she was imagining the "swarthy Indian who was stealthily sneaking through <i>these very woods</i>!"<br />
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Their enthusiasm was contagious. I found myself taking a second look at the things in my figurative backyard, and realizing that they are indeed something to take note of.<br />
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Today, on my way home from a conference, I was looking through some of the pictures of the tour last spring. A new thought struck me:<br />
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Many of us have grown up with the Adventist message. We've read the Bible front to back many times and have portions of it memorized. We are in great danger of loosing our enthusiasm for God and His ways. We must always be taking a second look, remembering Him and His leading. We have nothing to fear for the future, even, or maybe especially, falling into that sense of familiarity that leads to contempt, except we forget how God has lead in the past.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-25974998639984947672012-03-04T04:43:00.000-08:002012-03-04T04:43:01.109-08:00As Bound With ThemThe injunctions in the Bible stand for eternity, even Hebrews 13:3.<br />
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Slavery did not die out in the 1800s. As I write, it is estimated there are over 10,000 slaves in America alone.<br />
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Let's not forget those that are in bonds. If ever they needed our prayers, it is now.<br />
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Taking my nieces and nephew outside...<br />
Blowing up an endless amount of balloons...<br />
Teaching them how to play Canadian duck-duck-goose...<br />
Playing "big kid" bubble chase...<br />
Laying on the grass, staring up at a cloudless sky...<br />
Sighting a hawk circling up above us...<br />
Leaning up against each other, defining "blog"...<br />
Discussing the virtues of the Asian pear, verses the Bartlett variety...<br />
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<i>It's the little things</i>.<br />
These little moments...<br />
These <i>little </i>moments...<br />
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These little moments that bind our hearts together will prove to be strongholds later in life. They bring us closer together, for longer.<br />
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It reminds me of a verse in the Bible. "He that is faithful in that which is least is faithful also in much..."<br />
If I am faithful to take the time to listen to the "least" of their thoughts, take an interest in the "least" of their passing fancies, they will trust me with the "much" things in their lives when they get older.<br />
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<i>Lord, keep me faithful in the least things, so that I can be </i>faithful<i> in much.</i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-53597274256509920912011-05-04T17:37:00.000-07:002011-05-04T17:37:58.630-07:00God's HeroesI read this recently in a devotional called Streams in the Desert, compiled by Mrs. Chas. E. Cowman. It's quite a thought:<br />
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<blockquote> "<i>And when the children of Israel cried unto the Lord, the Lord reaised up a deliverer...who delivered them, even Othniel...Caleb's younger brother. And the Spirit of the Lord came upon him.</i>" (Judges 3:9, 10)<br />
God is preparing His heroes; and when opportunity comes, He can fit them into their place in a moment, and the world will wonder where they came from.<br />
Let the Holy Ghost prepare you, dear friend, by the discipline of life; and when the last finishing touch has been given to the marble, it will be easy for God to put it on the pedestal, and fit it into its niche.<br />
There is a day coming when, like Othniel, we, too, shall judge the nations, and rule and reign with Christ...But ere that glorious day can be we must let god prepare us, as He did Othniel at Kirjath-Sepher, amid the trials of our present life, and the little victories, the significance of which, perhaps, we little dream. At least, let us be sure of this, and if the Holy Ghost has an Othniel ready, the Lord of Heaven and Earth has a throne prepared for him.<br />
<i>~A.B. Simpson</i></blockquote>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-60391604247001070102011-04-03T15:13:00.000-07:002011-04-03T15:13:25.411-07:00Soap Business<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Hello my friends,</span><br />
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<blockquote>"'We are the sheep of His pasture. Enter into His gates with thanksgiving and joy.' And what are sheep doing going into the gate? What is their purpose inside those courts? To bleat melodies and enjoy the company of the flock? No. Those sheep were destined for the altar. Their pasture feeding had been for one purpose, to test them and fatten them for sacrifice. Give Him thanks, then, that you have been counted worthy of His altars. Enter into the work with praise."</blockquote>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-44871043949299077172011-01-28T06:14:00.000-08:002011-01-28T06:14:15.582-08:00Hiccups<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> "Drats."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> "Drats? Oh, I see," my mother laughed. "I'm sorry."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> I tried to respond with a "thank you", but was interupted by another hiccup. Mama laughed even harder.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> I have been plagued by hiccups since before I was born. That means I have had them for just over 20 years, and I'm only 19! Not only that, but I get them about twice a week. It gets really annoying.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> I'm often tempted to complain, but then I get a thought. It's a funny thought I know, but a thought none the less. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i>Jesus got hiccups</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">. Maybe not as often as I do, but He got them, and He didn't complain. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">That thought usually puts a smile on my face, and a prayer in my heart.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i>Thank You Lord for taking upon Yourself my infirmities.</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261660274896967395.post-42813548511418277112011-01-08T18:38:00.000-08:002011-01-08T18:38:27.800-08:00Reflections on a SunriseThis morning, as I looked out my window, I saw the sunrise. There were brilliant hues of gold and burgundy, with a border of Arizona sky blue. It was gorgeous.<br />
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After looking at it for a minute, I noticed that the western sky was also colored. It was a dusty rose color. I like dusty colors, so I found it pretty, but not as awe-inspiring as the eastern sky. The eastern sky was reflecting the rays of the sun, whereas the western sky was reflecting the reflection of the sun. The real sunrise as more lovely...more...more...there aren't words for it, it was just so beautiful! The western sky was nothing in comparison. It lacked the luster and brilliance of the real sunrise.<br />
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As I stood there, I thought about how this happens to people. Some people have Jesus in their lives. You can see it in their actions, their words, their very facial expressions. The sky of their lives have the Son of Righteousness rising every morning. They have the brilliance of knowing God and reflecting Him to others.<br />
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Then there are "western-sky-at-6:15-am" people. They reflect the people who reflect God. "Westerners" wear the "right" clothes, say the "right" words, even pick the "right" careers, but they don't reflect God. They do what the "Easterners" do.<br />
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I've seen...no, I've <i>been</i> a "Westerner". I know from experience, they aren't happy. There is something missing in their life. They try imitating the sunrise but they are missing the most important part...the sun! We can never have the joy of reflecting God if we are reflecting the people who know God without having God in our own lives.<br />
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I have "tasted and see[n] that the Lord is good". <i>Nothing</i> compares to having Him rising in my life. Let's all make a point of letting the Son of God be the sun of our lives.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10370291686761508422noreply@blogger.com0