Ok, this is so not intended to be offensive--which means, I know it will probably offend someone.
Here's a question for you: what do you with those emails that come and basically tell you that if you want God to do something in your life be sure to forward this email to five to twenty of your friends in the next half hour? Pass on these angel kisses. If you love your country or our military personal then you pray the enclosed prayer and pass it along because you're just not American if you hit delete.
I am patriotic. I do pray for our troops. But I didn't do chain letters back in the day when we licked envelopes and stamps! What troubles me is that there's somebody out there trying to say that by sending a specific number of email forwards we can convince God to make something wonderful happen in our lives. Am I alone in this?
This kind of thinking, believing--this theology just doesn't seem to jive with what I find in the Word. Yes, we are to ask, seek, and knock--and there is the element of persistence in that. Yes, we have not because we ask not. Yes, we are to come before the throne with confidence and boldness. But emails? Forwards? I just can't find it...
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Heart's Desire
I sat here last week trying to write an entry about the desire of my heart. I was totally at a loss for words. I couldn’t put two thoughts together that made any sense.
That was then.
For the past two days I have been working out the details of my new venture. In less than a month I’m going to go for grant proposal training. I am going to start a Grant Writing Service.
I have a name: Nexus Grant Writing Services
Nexus comes from the Latin and it means connection, center, core, link, network, union. It is from the past participle of nectere, to bind.
I have a Mission Statement: My purpose is to connect those who serve with the resources that make it possible
I have a foundational scripture verse/principle: 2 Corinthians 9:8
And God is able to provide you with every blessing in abundance, so that by always having enough of everything, you may share abundantly in every good work.
I have the beginnings of a Business Plan. I have started acquiring a library. I have contacted personal resources.
I have asked a few close friends to pray. I would welcome, accept, and appreciate other prayers for guidance. One of the hurdles I asked them to pray about was the funding for the workshop/training seminar next month. I have received the money to make that possible. Not as a loan but as an investment.
Tonight, I googled Nexus and I found this really cool sculpture. It was all intertwined and connected. And as I sat and looked at it, I began to get all teary. It was clear as clear could be I had found my heart’s desire—and I knew what it was all along.
For as absolutely long as I can remember, I have longed for and craved connection. My family’s dysfunctionality was and is expressed in disconnection. My favorite movie growing up was “The Wizard of Oz” and I think it was because I could relate with Dorothy’s search for a sense of belonging and connection.
How do you know when you are experiencing the Will of God? One of the assurances for me has always been the way things fall together. Now, I'm not saying walking in the will of God is easy or without times of questioning. I just mean that it has seemed through the course of my life when God has wanted me to change directions circumstances fall into place, as if a bridge were being built right in front of me step by step by step. And the only thing that makes sense is to take those steps. Nothing about the steps may make sense (financially, or locationally, or changewise), but to not take the steps would make the least sense of all.
I have been looking for a job. It has all been dead ends. We knew from the beginning the factory work was not going to last or be full-time. It doesn't appear that the quality inspection job is going to pan out either. I had to stop focusing on what I could do and begin to consider what I could. And this plan began to unfold before me: step by step.
So how cool is it that God has not only given me my heart’s desire, but begun to let me have a peek at the plans He has for me?! Answer: Way absolutely cool!
That was then.
For the past two days I have been working out the details of my new venture. In less than a month I’m going to go for grant proposal training. I am going to start a Grant Writing Service.
I have a name: Nexus Grant Writing Services
Nexus comes from the Latin and it means connection, center, core, link, network, union. It is from the past participle of nectere, to bind.
I have a Mission Statement: My purpose is to connect those who serve with the resources that make it possible
I have a foundational scripture verse/principle: 2 Corinthians 9:8
And God is able to provide you with every blessing in abundance, so that by always having enough of everything, you may share abundantly in every good work.
I have the beginnings of a Business Plan. I have started acquiring a library. I have contacted personal resources.
I have asked a few close friends to pray. I would welcome, accept, and appreciate other prayers for guidance. One of the hurdles I asked them to pray about was the funding for the workshop/training seminar next month. I have received the money to make that possible. Not as a loan but as an investment.
Tonight, I googled Nexus and I found this really cool sculpture. It was all intertwined and connected. And as I sat and looked at it, I began to get all teary. It was clear as clear could be I had found my heart’s desire—and I knew what it was all along.
For as absolutely long as I can remember, I have longed for and craved connection. My family’s dysfunctionality was and is expressed in disconnection. My favorite movie growing up was “The Wizard of Oz” and I think it was because I could relate with Dorothy’s search for a sense of belonging and connection.
How do you know when you are experiencing the Will of God? One of the assurances for me has always been the way things fall together. Now, I'm not saying walking in the will of God is easy or without times of questioning. I just mean that it has seemed through the course of my life when God has wanted me to change directions circumstances fall into place, as if a bridge were being built right in front of me step by step by step. And the only thing that makes sense is to take those steps. Nothing about the steps may make sense (financially, or locationally, or changewise), but to not take the steps would make the least sense of all.
I have been looking for a job. It has all been dead ends. We knew from the beginning the factory work was not going to last or be full-time. It doesn't appear that the quality inspection job is going to pan out either. I had to stop focusing on what I could do and begin to consider what I could. And this plan began to unfold before me: step by step.
So how cool is it that God has not only given me my heart’s desire, but begun to let me have a peek at the plans He has for me?! Answer: Way absolutely cool!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Raining Shoes
The devotions for next week were challenging to write. Pastor is planning to do a series for the next six weeks on how God’s ways are not our ways (Isaiah 55:8-9). This week’s theme was on God’s timing, drawing its focus from Habakkuk 2:3, how long Lord?
How do we deal with delay? I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t deal well. Currently I am under-employed. The work I have is sporadic. Now, it’s not that I don’t mind the occasional day off, but the bills which my family and I have created are not sporadic. There has been no movement on the part of Worker’s Comp to come through with payment of my husband’s salary. My severance package is about to make its first step down. I’m trying not to panic, but it’s hard to trust what feels like poor timing on God’s part.
Nelson did point out one very interesting thing yesterday. He is allowed to go back to work on September 8 and that is right about the same time that my severance package will be ending. Just an interesting timing piece.
One of the verses that I reflected on for the devotions next week was Psalm 31:15. I sat in the coffee shop writing and I got really stuck on the phrase: my times are in your hands. I wonder if that’s where Allstate got the inspiration for their slogan: you’re in good hands. If an insurance company can claim that and make good on it, how much more can God? So I began to wonder: do I believe that I am in God’s hands and do I believe that they are good hands?
Back in the days when I was a chaplain/therapist I would ask folks to draw their impression/image of God. I always drew a large hand cradling a small child. I was so pleased to find a figurine of that a few years ago. There is just something so powerful in the image of being held. I guess that’s why I really like the Isaiah passage that refers to being called, held, and kept.
I guess the thing that troubles me is that I have a quivering deep inside. Is it fear? And if it is, why? My head knows I’m held by an all powerful, gracious God who loves me and wants the best for me. Is the quivering natural, like the feeling you get just before the roller coaster goes over the first hill? Satan would try to convince me that the quiver is doubt in the grace and mercy of God. But I know better. I just want to know why it’s there.
I want to know why I have this sick in my gut feeling, and why I keep looking for the other shoe to drop. If Jesus’ promise is true, then I should be expecting joy unspeakable, but I anticipate more negative, loss, and frustration. I don’t like living this way. I just don’t know how not to.
So until something changes, I’ll trust my head, ignore my gut, and dodge the shoes.
How do we deal with delay? I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t deal well. Currently I am under-employed. The work I have is sporadic. Now, it’s not that I don’t mind the occasional day off, but the bills which my family and I have created are not sporadic. There has been no movement on the part of Worker’s Comp to come through with payment of my husband’s salary. My severance package is about to make its first step down. I’m trying not to panic, but it’s hard to trust what feels like poor timing on God’s part.
Nelson did point out one very interesting thing yesterday. He is allowed to go back to work on September 8 and that is right about the same time that my severance package will be ending. Just an interesting timing piece.
One of the verses that I reflected on for the devotions next week was Psalm 31:15. I sat in the coffee shop writing and I got really stuck on the phrase: my times are in your hands. I wonder if that’s where Allstate got the inspiration for their slogan: you’re in good hands. If an insurance company can claim that and make good on it, how much more can God? So I began to wonder: do I believe that I am in God’s hands and do I believe that they are good hands?
Back in the days when I was a chaplain/therapist I would ask folks to draw their impression/image of God. I always drew a large hand cradling a small child. I was so pleased to find a figurine of that a few years ago. There is just something so powerful in the image of being held. I guess that’s why I really like the Isaiah passage that refers to being called, held, and kept.
I guess the thing that troubles me is that I have a quivering deep inside. Is it fear? And if it is, why? My head knows I’m held by an all powerful, gracious God who loves me and wants the best for me. Is the quivering natural, like the feeling you get just before the roller coaster goes over the first hill? Satan would try to convince me that the quiver is doubt in the grace and mercy of God. But I know better. I just want to know why it’s there.
I want to know why I have this sick in my gut feeling, and why I keep looking for the other shoe to drop. If Jesus’ promise is true, then I should be expecting joy unspeakable, but I anticipate more negative, loss, and frustration. I don’t like living this way. I just don’t know how not to.
So until something changes, I’ll trust my head, ignore my gut, and dodge the shoes.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Retrieved
Earlier this week, I picked up one of the books I got at the previous Library Book Sales, Nouwen Then, Person Reflections on Henri. Have you ever felt that books have a timing? I bought this book on a whim several months ago and read as far as the preface before setting it aside. This morning I was so sucked in, I had to force myself to stop and catch a breath.
Here’s one of the things I read this morning that I need to mull over:
Writing is a process in which we discover what lives in us. The writing itself reveals what is alive. The deepest satisfaction of writing is precisely that it opens up new spaces within us of which we were not aware before we started to write. To write is to embark on a journey whose final destination we do not know. Thus, creative writing requires a real act of trust. We have to say to ourselves, “I do not yet know what I carry in my heart, but I trust that it will emerge as I write.” Writing is like giving away the few loaves and fishes one has, trusting that they will multiply in the giving. Once we dare to “give away” on paper the few thoughts that come to us, we start discovering how much is hidden underneath…and gradually come in touch with our own riches. (Reflections on Theological Education)
I’m going to come back to this, but here’s another thought that I just want to throw out there for you to chew on:
Jesus allowed himself to be categorized as a criminal, relinquished any reputation for respectability. In the Greek, to “empty oneself” has the sense, in this passage, of a waterfall continually pouring itself over a cliff edge. This is the kind of Jesus love that Henri Nouwen exemplified so truly, so consistently. He knew the ultimate power of continually sharing his power with the powerless.
I’m sitting here mulling on these thoughts and I looked over at the book I’ve been reading and there, stamped on the bottom edge of the pages is the word “discard.” It seems so wrong. How could they throw away such an amazing book? How could they miss its treasuredness? And that got me thinking…
How many gifts and graces do miss, discard, because I’m too busy or lazy to open them, uncover them? And the answer is: far too many. This is something I need to work on…and let it work on me.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have wonderful book calling my name.
Here’s one of the things I read this morning that I need to mull over:
Writing is a process in which we discover what lives in us. The writing itself reveals what is alive. The deepest satisfaction of writing is precisely that it opens up new spaces within us of which we were not aware before we started to write. To write is to embark on a journey whose final destination we do not know. Thus, creative writing requires a real act of trust. We have to say to ourselves, “I do not yet know what I carry in my heart, but I trust that it will emerge as I write.” Writing is like giving away the few loaves and fishes one has, trusting that they will multiply in the giving. Once we dare to “give away” on paper the few thoughts that come to us, we start discovering how much is hidden underneath…and gradually come in touch with our own riches. (Reflections on Theological Education)
I’m going to come back to this, but here’s another thought that I just want to throw out there for you to chew on:
Jesus allowed himself to be categorized as a criminal, relinquished any reputation for respectability. In the Greek, to “empty oneself” has the sense, in this passage, of a waterfall continually pouring itself over a cliff edge. This is the kind of Jesus love that Henri Nouwen exemplified so truly, so consistently. He knew the ultimate power of continually sharing his power with the powerless.
I’m sitting here mulling on these thoughts and I looked over at the book I’ve been reading and there, stamped on the bottom edge of the pages is the word “discard.” It seems so wrong. How could they throw away such an amazing book? How could they miss its treasuredness? And that got me thinking…
How many gifts and graces do miss, discard, because I’m too busy or lazy to open them, uncover them? And the answer is: far too many. This is something I need to work on…and let it work on me.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have wonderful book calling my name.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
2 Corinthians 3:18
Today’s Verse: 2 Corinthians 3:18
From the Message (vs. 16-18) 16-18Whenever, though, they turn to face God as Moses did, God removes the veil and there they are—face-to-face! They suddenly recognize that God is a living, personal presence, not a piece of chiseled stone. And when God is personally present, a living Spirit, that old, constricting legislation is recognized as obsolete. We're free of it! All of us! Nothing between us and God, our faces shining with the brightness of his face. And so we are transfigured much like the Messiah, our lives gradually becoming brighter and more beautiful as God enters our lives and we become like him.
Places to ponder:
1. They suddenly recognize that God is a living, personal presence, not a piece of chiseled stone.
I remember as a 13 year old, who just moved to a new town and started attending a church with a dynamic youth group, standing in a grassy spot at a church camp where we were having a weekend retreat. I saw something in my peers that was different. There was a joy and energy and I wanted it. They said it was God. I had been in Sunday School as long as I could remember but I didn’t “know” this kind of God. The God I knew was austere and distant, disconnected from me. I had enough of that! I stood there in the grass in the cool of the evening and held up a clump of Queen Anne’s Lace toward the sky and told God: In 30 days I’m going to know you! Thirty days later there was a special service for the youth. We were in the sanctuary of our formal and very United Methodist Church. The leader of the visiting group did something very odd: he gave an altar call. The concept was completely foreign to me, but so was this personal God. That night my head and heart got together with my spirit and I knelt and prayed for God to become personal to me, in me. He did. And He is.
That was a lifetime ago and I truly can’t imagine being any other way. I’ve gotten mad at Him, broken His rules, tried to follow my own plans, but I always come back. It sort of reminds me of the Skinhorse describing what it means to be real to the Velveteen Rabbit: once you’re real you can never go back.
2. Nothing between us and God, our faces shining with the brightness of his face…our lives gradually become brighter and more beautiful as God enters our lives and we become like him.
I used to be part of a denomination that emphasized perfection. They identified themselves as a Holiness Denomination that preached and taught spiritual perfection. Growing up I was taught the importance of being perfect. It had nothing to do with anything spiritual, it was all about doing things right, being right, and being the best. It was a standard I never felt that I measured up to which resulted in much frustration. I naturally gravitated toward a church that preached a familiar message, even becoming a preacher for them and serving in that capacity for over 20 years. I didn’t get much of the joy of becoming more beautiful as God enters our lives.
How do you do with gradually? Based on life-patterns I really struggle with it. I have always wanted to “be there.” I must frustrate God to no end! My life has been characterized by “rush, rush, rush.” It’s like trying to hurry the ripening process. I’ve eaten far too many fruits before their prime. I’ve also ruined countless meals because I didn’t let the water get hot enough or beat the batter long enough.
I remember reading once that God is never in a rush. The only time He is associated with moving quickly is when He is likened to the Father in the story of the Prodigal Son and when he sees his son a long way off he runs out to meet him. I want to be more like Him.
From the Message (vs. 16-18) 16-18Whenever, though, they turn to face God as Moses did, God removes the veil and there they are—face-to-face! They suddenly recognize that God is a living, personal presence, not a piece of chiseled stone. And when God is personally present, a living Spirit, that old, constricting legislation is recognized as obsolete. We're free of it! All of us! Nothing between us and God, our faces shining with the brightness of his face. And so we are transfigured much like the Messiah, our lives gradually becoming brighter and more beautiful as God enters our lives and we become like him.
Places to ponder:
1. They suddenly recognize that God is a living, personal presence, not a piece of chiseled stone.
I remember as a 13 year old, who just moved to a new town and started attending a church with a dynamic youth group, standing in a grassy spot at a church camp where we were having a weekend retreat. I saw something in my peers that was different. There was a joy and energy and I wanted it. They said it was God. I had been in Sunday School as long as I could remember but I didn’t “know” this kind of God. The God I knew was austere and distant, disconnected from me. I had enough of that! I stood there in the grass in the cool of the evening and held up a clump of Queen Anne’s Lace toward the sky and told God: In 30 days I’m going to know you! Thirty days later there was a special service for the youth. We were in the sanctuary of our formal and very United Methodist Church. The leader of the visiting group did something very odd: he gave an altar call. The concept was completely foreign to me, but so was this personal God. That night my head and heart got together with my spirit and I knelt and prayed for God to become personal to me, in me. He did. And He is.
That was a lifetime ago and I truly can’t imagine being any other way. I’ve gotten mad at Him, broken His rules, tried to follow my own plans, but I always come back. It sort of reminds me of the Skinhorse describing what it means to be real to the Velveteen Rabbit: once you’re real you can never go back.
2. Nothing between us and God, our faces shining with the brightness of his face…our lives gradually become brighter and more beautiful as God enters our lives and we become like him.
I used to be part of a denomination that emphasized perfection. They identified themselves as a Holiness Denomination that preached and taught spiritual perfection. Growing up I was taught the importance of being perfect. It had nothing to do with anything spiritual, it was all about doing things right, being right, and being the best. It was a standard I never felt that I measured up to which resulted in much frustration. I naturally gravitated toward a church that preached a familiar message, even becoming a preacher for them and serving in that capacity for over 20 years. I didn’t get much of the joy of becoming more beautiful as God enters our lives.
How do you do with gradually? Based on life-patterns I really struggle with it. I have always wanted to “be there.” I must frustrate God to no end! My life has been characterized by “rush, rush, rush.” It’s like trying to hurry the ripening process. I’ve eaten far too many fruits before their prime. I’ve also ruined countless meals because I didn’t let the water get hot enough or beat the batter long enough.
I remember reading once that God is never in a rush. The only time He is associated with moving quickly is when He is likened to the Father in the story of the Prodigal Son and when he sees his son a long way off he runs out to meet him. I want to be more like Him.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
The Gift of Psalm 20:1-5
Today I decided to follow up on a blessing and send a thank you email to the teacher/professor of my ABF (Adult Bible Fellowship, aka Sunday School Class) and let him know how much his sharing touched my heart on Sunday. He sent back the kindest email and when he closed it he included “Psalm 20:1-5” with his signature.
Now I don’t believe things like that happen by chance, luck, or coincidence. So, on a day when I have decided to begin a blog focused on scripture I have a scripture to consider. Here it is in several versions:
Psalm 20:1-5
From the Message: 1-4 GOD answer you on the day you crash, The name God-of-Jacob put you out of harm's reach,
Send reinforcements from Holy Hill,
Dispatch from Zion fresh supplies,
Exclaim over your offerings,
Celebrate your sacrifices,
Give you what your heart desires,
Accomplish your plans.
5 When you win, we plan to raise the roof
and lead the parade with our banners.
May all your wishes come true!
From NLT: 1 In times of trouble, may the LORD answer your cry.
May the name of the God of Jacob keep you safe from all harm.
2 May he send you help from his sanctuary
and strengthen you from Jerusalem.[a]
3 May he remember all your gifts
and look favorably on your burnt offerings.
Interlude
4 May he grant your heart’s desires
and make all your plans succeed.
5 May we shout for joy when we hear of your victory
and raise a victory banner in the name of our God.
May the LORD answer all your prayers.
From the Amplified Version: 1MAY THE Lord answer you in the day of trouble! May the name of the God of Jacob set you up on high [and defend you];
2Send you help from the sanctuary and support, refresh, and strengthen you from Zion;
3Remember all your offerings and accept your burnt sacrifice. Selah [pause, and think of that]!
4May He grant you according to your heart's desire and fulfill all your plans.
5We will [shout in] triumph at your salvation and victory, and in the name of our God we will set up our banners. May the Lord fulfill all your petitions.
The things that jump out at me.
1. I love Peterson’s interpretation of verse 1 and specifically his reference to God answering on the day you crash. The moment I read this my eyes welled with tears. When I have told my story I have referred to my crash. The truth is that God heard my cry then and has been listening all the way.
I realized this in a fresh way the other day when I was struggling with a negative thought pattern. I didn’t want to dwell on the negative so prayed that God would remove the negative thought and fill the void with praise. As the day went on, more and more things came to mind to thank God for. There’s no room for negativity in a heart full of thanks.
2. Why the name of the God-of-Jacob? I had to go looking on this one and I really liked what I found! And again, I could really relate. I love the fact that the Bible doesn’t overlook the goof-ups. Jacob. His very name indicated his personality: heel grabber. This kid wasn’t going to take things as they came, he was going to go after what he wanted—no matter what. He was a schemer. And yet God loved him and God’s great mercy met him at his lowest point and point of greatest need. I have been in that spot.
3. Selah. Interlude. Pause. I like the way the Amplified Version puts it: pause and think about that! Pause. I don’t know about you, but I’m a full speed ahead kind of person. I’ve always been “let’s get it done!” I’m way more like Martha than Mary. I look at a hammock and think about getting it for someone else. I need more pause and hammock time in my life…and in my heart!
4. May He grant your heart’s desire and make your plans succeed. Is God big enough to do that? “Man” won’t let me. How can God?
5. As the Old Timers used to say: It’s all done but the shouting. If God accomplishes #4 then there really will be a celebration.
Well, that’s just a first look at those verses. I’m going to live with them for a while. You do it too and see where we come out.
Now I don’t believe things like that happen by chance, luck, or coincidence. So, on a day when I have decided to begin a blog focused on scripture I have a scripture to consider. Here it is in several versions:
Psalm 20:1-5
From the Message: 1-4 GOD answer you on the day you crash, The name God-of-Jacob put you out of harm's reach,
Send reinforcements from Holy Hill,
Dispatch from Zion fresh supplies,
Exclaim over your offerings,
Celebrate your sacrifices,
Give you what your heart desires,
Accomplish your plans.
5 When you win, we plan to raise the roof
and lead the parade with our banners.
May all your wishes come true!
From NLT: 1 In times of trouble, may the LORD answer your cry.
May the name of the God of Jacob keep you safe from all harm.
2 May he send you help from his sanctuary
and strengthen you from Jerusalem.[a]
3 May he remember all your gifts
and look favorably on your burnt offerings.
Interlude
4 May he grant your heart’s desires
and make all your plans succeed.
5 May we shout for joy when we hear of your victory
and raise a victory banner in the name of our God.
May the LORD answer all your prayers.
From the Amplified Version: 1MAY THE Lord answer you in the day of trouble! May the name of the God of Jacob set you up on high [and defend you];
2Send you help from the sanctuary and support, refresh, and strengthen you from Zion;
3Remember all your offerings and accept your burnt sacrifice. Selah [pause, and think of that]!
4May He grant you according to your heart's desire and fulfill all your plans.
5We will [shout in] triumph at your salvation and victory, and in the name of our God we will set up our banners. May the Lord fulfill all your petitions.
The things that jump out at me.
1. I love Peterson’s interpretation of verse 1 and specifically his reference to God answering on the day you crash. The moment I read this my eyes welled with tears. When I have told my story I have referred to my crash. The truth is that God heard my cry then and has been listening all the way.
I realized this in a fresh way the other day when I was struggling with a negative thought pattern. I didn’t want to dwell on the negative so prayed that God would remove the negative thought and fill the void with praise. As the day went on, more and more things came to mind to thank God for. There’s no room for negativity in a heart full of thanks.
2. Why the name of the God-of-Jacob? I had to go looking on this one and I really liked what I found! And again, I could really relate. I love the fact that the Bible doesn’t overlook the goof-ups. Jacob. His very name indicated his personality: heel grabber. This kid wasn’t going to take things as they came, he was going to go after what he wanted—no matter what. He was a schemer. And yet God loved him and God’s great mercy met him at his lowest point and point of greatest need. I have been in that spot.
3. Selah. Interlude. Pause. I like the way the Amplified Version puts it: pause and think about that! Pause. I don’t know about you, but I’m a full speed ahead kind of person. I’ve always been “let’s get it done!” I’m way more like Martha than Mary. I look at a hammock and think about getting it for someone else. I need more pause and hammock time in my life…and in my heart!
4. May He grant your heart’s desire and make your plans succeed. Is God big enough to do that? “Man” won’t let me. How can God?
5. As the Old Timers used to say: It’s all done but the shouting. If God accomplishes #4 then there really will be a celebration.
Well, that’s just a first look at those verses. I’m going to live with them for a while. You do it too and see where we come out.
Beginnings
This morning I was writing an entry for my other blog (out of the mess) and I ended up including a reflection on the daily verse I find over at Facebook. I enjoyed writing the piece and felt a real tug to do more of that. So, I will do that.
The reason I am doing it here is that I want this to not be a journal of my activities and reflections, but reflections based upon the Word. I don't know where or how I will be inspired...I just trust I will be.
And so it begins...
The reason I am doing it here is that I want this to not be a journal of my activities and reflections, but reflections based upon the Word. I don't know where or how I will be inspired...I just trust I will be.
And so it begins...
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