tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29122433529860316382024-02-07T18:59:23.686-08:00Making the Most of What God Has Given MeThe Lady Bealehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698145112105311417noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912243352986031638.post-50857741764507808292014-02-04T05:08:00.003-08:002014-02-04T05:14:47.240-08:00Frayed cords and breathe....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">So how do you feel today? This is how I feel....</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I am frayed! Still usable, but dangerous...not dangerous of burning down the whole house, but definitely could shock or burn someone. I just need a good repair. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Frayed cords are usually the ones that are always in use. They are really needed! They are really used! Probably several times a day...but they get worn out and need some rest for repair or they may get replaced! Hmmm.... Anywho, I am a frayed, daily used, overloaded, worn out electrical cord. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I get hot so quickly, and I am not talking about hot flashes; I experience them, too. I get angry, hurt, fearful so fast that I, myself am caught off guard. I want to shock people, but that is not what Christians do therefore I just quietly get hotter and hotter and I am afraid that I am going to catch fire and burn everything in my path. Wrong!!!! I cannot do this. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I go to God....for a short while I am calm only to get shocked from the outside world and then I feel the warmth of my sin stirring and flowing needing some Holy Spirit electrical tape to mend the casing and prevent an eruption that would register on the Richter Scale! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">There are promises from God's Word that I must not be believing. I can believe for others just not for myself. Hmmm....Cat mentality, Pride, Sin, Unresolved Pain, Unmet Expectation Hurt, Fear....sigh...</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I think today I am going to go about my day slowly...not rushing. I don't want to overload my circuits. I need to pray all day...there are so many pressing needs that the throne of God needs to be upholstered with. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Laundry, </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"> just daily life. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">The never ending cycle of domesticity that drones on and on...but today I am going to take it really slow. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I don't have to be anywhere. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I don't need anything from out. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">It is gray so I think I will turn on the lights and brighten up the place a bit. </span></em><br />
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The Lady Bealehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698145112105311417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912243352986031638.post-76426231030516712412014-01-30T07:47:00.000-08:002014-01-30T07:47:24.482-08:00Quiet .....<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Snow is lying quietly on the ground. My husband is sleeping off his cold in his chair. My son is in bed with an aspirin on the back of his throat. (A tried and true way of warding off a sore throat.) All the laundry is done. The house is straight. Nothing actually needs to be done at the moment, except for schooling lessons. All is quiet in and at the Beale Bungalow. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I have been pondering my purpose for today. All of the above, plus--prayer. Praying for friends that just need to be told by God that they are loved. Praying for friends that need to be freed from bondages causing them and their loved ones so much pain. Praying for jobs, healings, guidance, strength, patience, traveling mercies and so very much more. I think this is my purpose for today....</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Oh, there is much that I could be doing....schooling my son, sewing my dining room curtains, sewing a wall hanging for my mom, reading a couple of new books, studying God's Word...but here I sit...listening to my husband's non labored breathing, thanks to a dose of Dayquil and wondering if I should be more productive today. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">It is cold and wet outside. It is warm and dry inside. Maybe what I am experiencing at the moment is contentment. Ahhh....sweet contentment. It doesn't come around much, but when it does...it is welcomed with opened arms and a warm heart. \o/</span></em>The Lady Bealehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698145112105311417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912243352986031638.post-16413086381675319692014-01-22T10:29:00.002-08:002014-01-22T10:29:51.254-08:00Sleep....<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"></span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Yet I know in the spring when the sun begins its journey closer to the northern hemisphere</span></em><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">--the seemingly dead limbs will allow the little green leaves to peak out and absorb the sun thus begin the process to make food for its growth. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Then...the buds...will ripen and open up into beautiful cylindrical balls of pink or blue announcing its God ordained beauty. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">But for right now it lays dormant.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">It is mulched and covered with a blanket of winter snow. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Maybe it too just wants to sleep......</span></em>The Lady Bealehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698145112105311417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912243352986031638.post-81567336764075206032014-01-17T14:05:00.000-08:002014-01-17T14:05:42.951-08:00Those women....<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">When I was in my teens and early twenties I used to turn my nose up at some women. You know the type...long lifeless graying hair pulled up in the front and long in the back. They were always wearing ill fitted jeans and oversized tee shirts loaded with stains. Over weight, no make up, tired looking....sad looking...I swore I would never grow up to be a woman like these women.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I am older now and much wiser, I pray. I see women like this now and I pray for them. They ARE tired. Many of these women have their whole worlds on their shoulders. Let's face it....boys will be boys and most men are still boys. Sad, but true. Therefore, these gray, baggy women are doing the mother job and the father job usually holding down a job outside the home. Yep...they are tired.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">They have lost that "girly look" you know....make up on to perfection. Hair always stylish. A new outfit every now and then. Smelling wonderful with that newly purchased cologne or perfume. Why? Well, one doesn't need to dress up to clean the house, do the laundry, homeschool children. One doesn't need to dress up to go to Walmart. Gee, even the come as you are churches do not expect dresses, heels and makeup with matching jewelry. There is no reason for dressing feminine or just nicely. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Then there is the husband factor. If a woman is not cherish by her husband the way she defines being cherished...a somewhat dreary oppression comes over them and they feel unloved. The "why bother" spirit comes in and sets up his cot in her heart and starts his dirty work. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Why bother? We never go anywhere? We never do anything? We never have a vacation? We never have people over? We .... we....we all the way home....</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I think that all of this is just "self hatred". Period... I must admit...that is true of me and my life. I don't like myself, my decisions, my marriage, my homeschooling experience, my church experience....heck...even my Walmart experience. I just hate me and my life. </span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Now...this brings me to a Scripture verse. "<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen." 1 John 4:20 I may be taking things out of context, but hating myself (made in God's image) of whom I can see....how can I love God whom I cannot see. Hmmmm.... </span></em></span></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">My heart actually hurts for those women and myself. We want to look nice, smell nice, be nice....but somehow the enemy of our souls have tricked us into believing that we are not worth the time and effort. (I am not talking about becoming obsessed with our looks just taking better care of ourselves. Even the Proverbs 31 woman takes care of herself....prepares good meals....dresses in clothing of linen and purple---not my color, but, oh well). Just to not feel guilty for getting my hair trimmed, or buying a new outfit. What a relief that would be!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I sometimes think that women like me want to martyr themselves. This is pride---with a capital P R I D E!!! Can self hatred be prideful, too. Boy, that ol' Lucifer is a cunning varmint, isn't he. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I know I have begun a lifestyle change. I have gone 17 days with a glass of Pepsi. It is a small step, but a step none the less. Hopefully, this will expand into diet and exercise. Not *a diet, but a lifestyle change in my diet. I know what too do, just doing it is the hard part.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Oh well, I do pray for us graying, shabby looking Walmart moms. I pray that we will see how loved we are by the Father of Creation. Sigh.... :) </span></em><br />
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The Lady Bealehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698145112105311417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912243352986031638.post-16601483540288568692014-01-16T15:56:00.001-08:002014-01-16T15:56:41.698-08:00Tonight....<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Tonight....</span></span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"></span></em>The Lady Bealehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698145112105311417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912243352986031638.post-72647770778282170422014-01-10T13:24:00.002-08:002014-01-10T13:24:41.601-08:00Downcast...gray...<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I can go a whole week and never hear from a soul. Oh, I will 'see' them on facebook, but not in person. Nor will I hear from them. I make a point to call whoever is sick or send a card. There are calls to my birth state of Tennessee, but rarely do I hear from them. I also go days without a decent conversation to a living soul. My husband, God love him, is not a talker. There are days where 'goodbye', 'I love you', and 'Hey you' is all that is said between us. I am so lonely that I could die! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">My mind gets to wondering and pondering during these lean times and the enemy of my soul shoots his sickening words into the very core of my thinker. I start getting mad, then sad, then despair sets up its easy chair in the frontal lobe of my brain. I then suffer from the "stinking thinking" syndrome; this in turn effects my behavior. I become moody, sullen, melancholy, sleepy, weepy, snacky and then I get negative. I am not a overly positive person by nature anyway---throw the devil's easy chair and I produce seven depressing dwarves of my own! </span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Today, is one of those days. My soul is gray (like the sky) and very downcast. So, I am here to write and allow the Holy Spirit to cast out the occupied satan seat and perk me up for God's Glory. " <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God."</span><span class="p"></span> This is Psalm 43:5. I need to praise Him no matter what. There...some praise music on....Kim Walker....Bless the Lord Oh My Soul. :) Nice...</em></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>I always seem to turn my head away from the God of my salvation when I get like this. I read somewhere here recently that man is born facing away from God. When he repents he is turned toward God and follows Him. I keep turning around....sigh... </em></span><br />
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<span class="reftext"><a href="http://biblehub.com/psalms/43-1.htm"><b>1</b></a></span> <span class="line">Vindicate me, O God, and defend my cause</span><br /><span class="ln-indent">against an ungodly people,</span><br /><span class="line">from the deceitful and <nobr><a class="FAtxtL" href="http://biblehub.com/esv/psalms/43.htm#" id="FALINK_3_0_2">unjust</a></nobr> man</span><br /><span class="ln-indent">deliver me!</span><br /><span class="reftext"><a href="http://biblehub.com/psalms/43-2.htm"><b>2</b></a></span> <span class="line">For you are the God in whom I take refuge;</span><br /><span class="ln-indent">why have you rejected me?</span><br /><span class="line">Why do I go about mourning</span><br /><span class="ln-indent">because of the oppression of the enemy?</span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I need God to send out His light and His truth. I want them to lead me. I pray these bring me to His Holy Hill--to His Dwelling! Then I can go to the altar of my God and praise Him!!! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I need not be alone, downcast, melancholy, depressed --- all because I put my hope in God of my salvation!!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Nice pep talk...all based on the Word of God! Typed and prayed back to my Abba. My soul is lighter...even though the sky is still gray. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Now...who can we trust in Biblical Teachings? Is it okay to like the teachings of a non-Trinitarian? Is it okay to lean toward the extremely conservative interpretations of God's Word, yet having the typical American lifestyle? These questions are just rambling in my heart, soul and spirit... </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">If I believe time is short-- what do I care what others think! What do I care about others opinions about how I raise my son or handle my marriage or work my finances or choose my entertainment? What is the deal? </span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em> I do not enjoy reading books by those Biblical scholars that have given up everything to travel the globe filling the bellies and spirits of the world's physically and spiritually impoverished! These books leave me totally depressed and guilt ridden! </em><em>I am a stay at home, homeschooling aging overly plump wife and mother. </em><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">My life consists of cleaning our house, doing laundry, cooking meals, homeschooling our son, going to church, going to Walmart, Kroger, Farm Fresh, Trader Joes, Michaels and JoAnn Fabrics. I literally go no where else.</span></em><em> I am still praying that my husband would be the spiritual leader of our home and that my son will follow the LORD and not his friends. </em></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I am starved for some good solid Biblical teaching that brings about change in my world and life in general. So, who do I trust? This is a very hard decision for me. Some Bible teachers fire me up!!!! John Hagee when he gets on a role! Michael Rood because he teaches in the Hebrew way. David Platt when my spirit is full. Francis Chan when my spirit is flat. Andy Stanley only about three times a year. Then there are the dearly departed....Adrian Rodgers, Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Jonathan Edwards, Cotton Mathers, Martin Luther, and many others too numerous to mention. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">This past year there was much heartache concerning our daughter. She was in so much pain and anxiety that she ended up cutting herself!! She was hospitalized several times and had several terrible diagnosis'. This just brought pain and anxiety for me and her father....then God brought a miracle!! Our daughter became pregnant! Oh, I was devastated! How could she bring a baby into her chaos.... but God had a marvelous plan. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Our daughter had to stop all medications....she was pregnant! She had to stop cutting....she was pregnant!! She had to woman up and take care of her son....she was pregnant!!! What a blessing...not only did she bring a beautiful baby girl into the world for God's glory....but this little girl saved my daughter's life!!!! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">There has been a tremendous growth in the life of my daughter and her husband! My son-in-law realized how precious little girls are....thus changing his feelings for my precious little girl!!! He treats her much better and relies on her a lot. My little granddaughter was born, via a section, on October 31st. She is NOT a Halloween baby by no means! She is a Reformation Baby!! Because God has used her to reform this little family!!! Praise God!!! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">We now have a sweet relationship and I am so very thankful for our little blessing. God had a plan all along....I am truly excited for what He is going to this coming year. \o/ </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">So, what are my goals for the new year....I do have them. They are not really resolutions, per se, just things I want to do. One is to give up Pepsi. I admit it...I am addicted to the brown, sweet, bubbly stuff! I love it....but I swell so badly when I drink it, so I am truly trying to quit drinking Pepsi or colas of any kind. Tea..... I plan on drinking tea. I used to drink tea all the time...then I met Donnie and Pepsi. Sigh...</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Another goal is to do more sewing. I want to quilt on my quilt, make some curtains for my living room and dining room, make a wall hanging for my mom and some pillows for my couch. I just want to be productive. I have gardening goals, as usual...but now becoming more of a necessity! Thanks to rising prices.... </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">My final goal is to do more Bible studies. I just want to learn more about God and to draw closer to Him. This will affect every area of my life and I am ready. Being 53 changes a person and introspection is a given.... </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">So, those are my New Year's thoughts....nothing mind blowing, just little goals that give a middle aged, over weight, homeschooling mom something to look forward to. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I made a killer sweet potato pie. It was and is delicious. We had ham, Hoppin' John, collard greens, homemade apple sauce with the pie for dessert. Our son was having fun with his fork....notice the bottle of Pepsi AND the pitcher of tea. Yep...I drank the tea!!! :)</span></em>The Lady Bealehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698145112105311417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912243352986031638.post-51049290312933182282013-12-15T16:48:00.000-08:002013-12-15T16:48:44.247-08:00Christmas time is here....<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Christmas 2013....it is almost here. I must say that I am kind of numb and yet looking forward to the day with slight...really slight excitement. This sounds sad, but really it isn't. I think Christmas, as I have always known it, is changing, as all things, traditions and events seem to do throughout ones life. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I no longer get excited about the gifts or the work for "the" Christmas. My children are older. My daughter is now 29 and my son is 16. There isn't the element of surprising them on Christmas morning. The Currier & Ives picture is gone; burned and buried. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I have always tried to "include" Jesus in "our" Christmas celebrations, but it has not been completely about HIM! Gifts...material things...the smells...the tastes...the music... Such an American thing. (Sometimes just being an American leads to sin...) :( </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I listen to my 29 year old daughter and I just hang my head in shame. She isn't doing anything wrong. She is the epitome of my own quote<strong>..."Whatever a parent does in moderation the child will do in excess."</strong> She is worried that her daughter doesn't have a red Christmassy dress to wear on Christmas. So...not...important!!! She is upset that she doesn't have the money to buy her husband a gift for Christmas. So...not...important!!! My advice to her was concentrate on the true meaning of why CHRISTIANS CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS!!! I told her to spend time with her family, <strong>without complaining</strong>...make cookies and then eat them. Make a snow family and then be one. Make homemade decorations and display them. Play Christmas Hymns and sing them. Serve those less fortunate--be Jesus. Do Christmas!!! Praise God for sending us HIS SON!!! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Today is the type of day that I have a hard time getting started, especially since I am in a funk kind of a mood. I once again am experiencing *failure* feelings. Aish....I am ready to make a brain off button! :)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">It is strange how I read all the books on child rearing, child training, child education and I can't seem to experience the successes that these books seem to communicate. I am so glad that I have stopped reading them, but when I read something that I really enjoy and believe in it is hard for me to forget their words. Books are a good thing and a bad thing too. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I am now 53 and having these *failure* feelings, so I doubt that they will ever go away. Oh well....when the sun comes out soon ... I think I will feel better and type more positively.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Today, I put my kitchen back together and it looks so much better since I am able to store many appliances in my laundry/storage/pantry/mud room. I actually did not want to cook in it tonight, but of course, I did. Anyway....</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Nice and clean. Once again...I will be making new curtains for the kitchen, but after all the painting is done. It is so nice to have cleanliness and order in part of my home. I just sit and look at it and sigh with complete satisfaction!! I despise painting, but it does look nice when it is done! :)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I know that I have three rooms and a hallway to go, but I am only concentrating on the next room. That would be the dining room. I am going to pick up the paint tomorrow and hopefully get started. Reality will be just buying the paint and prepping the room. I can paint on Friday and Saturday. Two rooms in one week....SWEET! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">My son is going on a Youth Discipleship Retreat this weekend, so I can get a lot of work done. My husband is going to be doing the lawn...hopefully, but will probably be inside helping me....</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">We, as a family, went out to eat with our grandson this past Tuesday evening. He is going to be sixteen this month and travels the rails of Italy by himself. He and some of his buddies went to Rome (which is an hour and a half from Naples by rail) and they noticed that the train was packed. They didn't know what was going on and so they decided to follow the crowd. The crowd went to Vatican City...it was then that the boys noticed the white smoke and knew there was a new pope. He was there when the new pope spoke. He said that he is Catholic, but thought it was cool to be there listening to the new head of the Catholic Church. He has story after story like this. He just attracts adventure! It was so much fun listening and sharing a meal with him. He returns to Italy this Saturday.... </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Yesterday was a sunny cool day and I loved it. No sweating! No asthma! Just a beautiful day inside and out! Oh well, there is nothing I can do about the gray, so I will just continue to work my plan. :)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Yesterday was a wonderfully busy day. I vacuumed, mopped, did laundry, cooked a delicious roast beef dinner, cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen...Seth did all the dusting and was taught how I clean a bathroom. (I am beginning to train him on how to properly, well at least the way I do it, clean a home. Bathroom now...laundry next.) Anyway, by the time my husband was home....the house was clean, laundry basically done and the smell coming from the crockpot was amazing. He was so glad to be home.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I made a flourless gravy that my guys seem to enjoy. I put squash in the crockpot with my roast. I cooked everything for 4 hours on high. Removed the roast and allowed to set. Took what was in the crockpot and ran it through my Vita-Mix with a little extra water and about 1/4 cup of milk and wahlah!!! A delicious gravy that even my son enjoyed. A beef drippings, squash and onions. I didn't even need to season it! I think this would qualify for a Paleo Diet that so many of my friends are on. It was great!!!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Being depressed for so long causes unproductiveness which in turn causes more depression which causes more unprod.... Well, you get the idea. If I am not being productive then I feel worthless and that is not a good feeling at all. </span></em><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">So, this summer, thanks to my step-daughter's visit, productivity is at an all time high and I am truly loving it!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">This week's project has been my front door. It has been a chore. But...it is finally painted. It was a dirty job and it is no where near perfect, but it is clean and fresh!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I still have to razor blade the paint off the windows, wash the windows and buy a new door knocker (or paint the old one black)...but it is basically done. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I was planning on doing this job in two days....LOL...it took me four! Every project is taking me twice as long as I had expected!! Therefore, I am only shooting for one project a week. This way I will not be rushed nor disappointed. I am hoping to have most things done before homeschooling lessons begin. Then I will begin the schooling and Christmas chores....it is never ending, is it? Sigh....</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Yet, my rooms are decluttered, my bathroom and front door are painted, and three windows have new curtains. Next.. The Laundry Room!!! :)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"></span></em><br />The Lady Bealehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698145112105311417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912243352986031638.post-20363519924550372792013-07-27T10:29:00.000-07:002013-07-27T10:29:51.342-07:00Curtains, curtains, curtains...<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Today I finished a project!!!! I finished my bedroom curtains! Simple, but new, fresh and clean! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Yes, they are simple, but I like them. I like them so much that my entire house is going to be done in these simple panel curtains. Different colors and patterns, of course, but in this primitive style. I have three rooms already done...</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I have yet to make my shower curtain, but the monochromatic color scheme makes my bathroom look a bit larger than it is. I have other material I am going to make for curtains here, too. A colorful floral, but this curtain will do for now! :)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">There is still much to do around the house, but I do believe a nice large dent has been made. I was hoping to get the entire inside of the house painted by September, but I don't know. Painting takes time....lots of time. We will see....</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">My husband and my son has worked hard this morning mowing and edging the lawn. It was nice a cool this morning so it wasn't so unbearable for them. The house has been vacuumed and I am getting ready to cut up some peppers from my garden. I am hoping to get to BJ's today and maybe to Home Depot. Tomorrow is the LORD's Day and I plan on getting some must needed rest! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">For the past few days I have been hand sewing my bedroom curtains while watching The Hobbit and all three other Peter Jackson "Ring" series. I am about to start the Star Wars series...I am down to the hemming of the curtains. My fingers are so sore, but I have enjoyed the process of my ancestral mother's tasks. I don't think I have done a great job, but I like what I see so far. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Yesterday was so gray until about 5 p.m. Then the sun came out and the world was bright and beautiful. The rains have terribly affected my yellow squash plants. I am pulling them all today. My corn isn't up to snuff either. It is sad looking actually. The sweet potatoes are ready to be pulled I think...They are very small. I have gotten a few green bell peppers as deformed as they can be. I am going to pull my garden as soon as I can and then compost it, cover it with black plastic and let it rest for the fall. Obviously my soil is in need of replenishing and rest....a new kind of R and R! :)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Sometimes I wonder if gardening is really worth it. It takes up so much time and I have not been able to give it my time for the past few years. This year is because of all the work inside the house. Next year will be all the work outside the house...Lord Willing.... My survival does not depend on my garden, at least not yet. Therefore, everything else takes priority. Sad, but true. I am terribly disappointed in my gardens and my so called gardening skills. I look at a friend's garden on line and just cringe at the thought of mine. Oh well, maybe someday.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I am beginning to wonder if everything I do is kind of worthless. In one area of Christendom I am right on target...or at least aiming in the right direction. In another area of Christendom I am totally off the mark. I sure wish there was a happy medium. I know there must be...somewhere. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Is it wrong to want a nice clean living environment? Nothing fancy...just a clean homey dwelling to call "home"? Jesus had no place to lay his head. Is it wrong to support people from afar through prayer and small financial gifts? Jesus was in full time God and God alone kind of work. Is my little world for His Glory or my reputation? Would I look back and turn into salt, too? (Sitting here at my dining room table can be...well...thought provoking.)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Anyway, another day that the LORD has given me...hemming and shopping are on the agenda for today. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Sighing....</span></em>The Lady Bealehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698145112105311417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912243352986031638.post-48073907395166066002013-07-16T04:30:00.000-07:002013-07-16T16:15:37.195-07:00Me oh My......<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I am sitting here at my dining room table making a shopping list and sipping on a hot cup of coffee while the washer and dryer are laboring on their first loads of the day. There is much to be done...</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">For the past several weeks I have battled a sinus infection, right ear infection, bronchitis, depression and feeling totally overwhelmed. I have wanted to declutter my home for a couple of years now. I have also wanted the rooms of my little bungalow to have a fresh coat of paint. The problem with all these wants? I have to do them all by myself! No help, hence the overwhelmed feeling leading to depression.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">We received a call from my husband's eldest daughter, Susan; she and her husband and three daughters wish to come and visit and stay at our place. Yikes!!! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Depression, I believe, causes dirt, dust and yuck to accumulate. It also causes nasty films to appear on bathroom walls, sinks, toilets, tubs and floors, as well as, every window in a home. Corners become a catch all for every tracked in leaf, pine needle or freshly mowed grass! Dust bunnies become full grown brown camouflaged RABBITS and they multiply....quickly! Doors become so smudged and dirty that one cannot really remember the original color. Yep...depression is a dirty business!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Cure for the depression nasties....A visit that includes a beautiful young granddaughter adopted from China and THE set of familial longed for twin cuties that one has never personally met. Yep...that will get one's depressed hinny off the couch and into frantic action!!! :)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">While I was sick...the bathroom got painted, curtains got made, the impassable computer room was decluttered and scrubbed until it shined. As I was healing from all my ailments...each room suffered the same fate of an unexpected visit! Walls, woodwork and floors washed. Ceilings, furniture, knick knacks dusted. Windows cleaned. Doors scrubbed. My little bungalow is almost ready for all the pink that will be flooding my home this Wednesday!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Yesterday was clean my son's room day. Oy Vay!!! I have never seen so much dust! No wonder he wakes up with a stuffy nose! After debriding his floors, window and behind every piece of furniture--I do believe that his room was and is painted with a lighter color than what I have been seeing for the last year or so! We packed up all his prized possessions and put them (temporarily) in the attic. Legos and 18 month olds do not go well together. I must say that I am amazed that I do not like the sparseness of his room. All that makes my son's room reflect my son is gone....I would rather have the Legos, Nerf guns, sports paraphernalia covering his room....It communicates life! My son's life! So, I am not going to moan when everything comes back down from the holding space between me and the sky. I kind of miss it!!!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Today is errand day...Good Will, Moore's Expression, Dollar store, BJ's and Walmart. Well, at least I will be out of the house! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Here I am running around trying to make my little world clean, fresh and orderly....the world around me seems to be falling apart. Egypt, Syria, and even the streets of my own country seems to be joining the chaotic party! I was sort of wandering what would cause turmoil in America----and of course, it would be a racial issue. Sigh...Governments are falling and the disgruntled of USA are flooding the streets over a media frenzied racially charged murder case that ended in a not guilty verdict. We are so.....American! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Babies are being killed everyday in abortion clinics and there is no real outcry! Our sports figures, celebrities, and government officials are paid so much money that it is sickening while our military, teachers, firemen, policemen, and other public servants are barely hanging on with no relief in sight. Our country (and world for that matter) is going down and going down fast!!! Come Lord Jesus, Come!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">While our privileged are being pampered....our poor are praying. Praying for food...to make it to the end of the month...for jobs.... This may not be such a bad thing though....at least they are looking for God to supply their needs. I do believe the harvest IS ripe, not only in the USA, but also the world. Watch closely....times like these are just what satan is looking for in order to bring out the Antichrist. What better place to start but in America! The richest, most spoiled and pampered country in all the world! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">There are times when living the gospel is hard. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">When your daughter messes up her life and thus yours.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">When your son can't read and he is fifteen.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">When your house is a mess and no matter how hard you work it still looks the same.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">When your weight goes up more than down.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">When your purpose seems so mundane that it hurts to wake up in the morning.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">When children lie, disrespect and then challenge you about it. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">When friends lose it right in front of you.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">When you have to stick to your guns even though you don't want to.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Yes, the gospel is hard, but I believe Jesus said it would be. Luke 14:28....Jesus talks about counting the cost. The gospel cost God the Father His Son...the gospel cost Jesus His very flesh, and separation from the Father...the gospel cost the weeping of the angels (I assume) witnessing their King being beaten and tortured. Count the cost...</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">The gospel is the good news. The good news is Jesus. Jesus is the exact replication of God the Father on Earth and God is all righteous LOVE. Therefore, the good news is being able to be like Jesus and speak in love..."Father, forgive them for they know not what they do"....</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I know that the good news is the difference between a Christ less and a Christ filled eternity, but it is even so much more.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">It is being empowered to glorify God, in the Name of Jesus, by the power of the Holy Spirit to live out this good news kind of love as one already walking on the streets of gold....here on earth. That is really really good news!!!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Being able to love that imperfect husband, daughter, and son. Being able to love the work that God has given you...no matter how mundane it is. Being able to love sinful children and friends and stick to your guns---IN CHRIST!!! It is all good news, but it does come with a cost.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Dying to self....over and over again...and then stop taking about what it is that is causing this death...It is Gods' not yours anymore...if you are living in the good news. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Enduring until the end...patience, deference, consistency...over and over again...and then stop fretting over what is being endured. It is Gods' not yours anymore...if you are living in the good news.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Loving sinners...saved or unsaved...it doesn't matter....over and over again...praying not prying over their sinful or frustrated behavior. They are Gods'. The battles belong to the LORD...not you...if you are living in the good news.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Being consistent...even when you are tired, frustrated, disappointed...being steadfast for the sake of training your children, because they are Gods' first and then yours...if you are living the good news.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Am I living the good news? This radical...upside down lifestyle that has the USA and other nations in an uproar kind of good news? Let's face it...the only reason we, as believers aren't shacking up, aborting, abusing our family and friends is Jesus and the Good News! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">It seems to me that living "RADICALLY" for God, in the Name of Jesus, by the power of the Holy Spirit...is hard, in the flesh, but supernatural in the Spirit. That is the Great News! Followers of Jesus the Messiah can and do live on a different plane than the unbelievers. We act differently. We talk differently. We dress differently. We sing differently. We love differently! Not as the world does, but as the Messiah did and still does! Even more Good News...Jesus STILL LOVES US and sits at the right hand of the Father...interceding for us...in Love.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">When people have died and returned to life, by the will of the Father...they all speak of two things. Number one...A bright clean white light and Number two an all encompassing LOVE! God IS LOVE! Hence, because we are His--we, too, can love this miraculous way of life right here on this fallen terrestrial ball we call earth! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I believe I am writing this for my benefit, because this is really hard for me. I am so full of MYself that I can stop the flow of heavenly love by my own sin...this distresses me greatly. Being raised in a home where everyone fought and looked out for number one and number one only--and if this was done in the most sarcastic and degrading way...it was praised! I was truly filled with all manner of selfish self love one could imagine....<strong>BUT </strong>....I am no longer that person. I am a new creation! I have a new spirit, a new identity and a new home....therefore. a new way to live....The Good News Way!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">It is sad how I seem to forget this divine truth! Why? Oh my! Why would I forget this life giving truth when God has given me everything and everybody? Why do I constantly go back to my cesspool of self as a dog returns to his vomit?...when I should be dwelling and backstroking in the "I will never thirst" water every minute of every day? </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">SIN...plain and simple. My sin. My sin is familiar...believe it or not...even comfortable. It justifies my behavior. It soothes my temper. It creates an escape from what ails me! LIES....all LIES! satan is the father of LIES! I am choosing a fallen angel of disgrace and depravity over the only true and living Saviour and King. Stupidity seems to be a gifting given to all who follow the fallen one.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">The Good News...the Gospel....The Holy Begotten Son of God...has freed you and me from our sin! We can live in love. I am not talking Hollywood romance novel movie going kind of love...that is lust...there is a difference! But the Love that comes from the Father. The love that grows when we grow in Messiah... The love that turned the world upside down with only 1 God/Man and 12 obedient disciples! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">We are not sinless..even if we are in Messiah, but we are saved to live beyond this sinful unregenerated flesh and live in the Good News...which is divine LOVE. Yes, we do live on a different plane, and LOVE is the soil in which we are planted and grow. </span></em><br />
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<span class="text 1Cor-13-4" id="en-NIV-28670"><sup class="versenum"><span style="font-size: x-small;">4 </span></sup>Love is patient,<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28670I" title="See cross-reference I">I</a>)"></sup> love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28670J" title="See cross-reference J">J</a>)"></sup></span> <span class="text 1Cor-13-5" id="en-NIV-28671"><sup class="versenum"><span style="font-size: x-small;">5 </span></sup>It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking,<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28671K" title="See cross-reference K">K</a>)"></sup> it is not easily angered,<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28671L" title="See cross-reference L">L</a>)"></sup> it keeps no record of wrongs.<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28671M" title="See cross-reference M">M</a>)"></sup></span> <span class="text 1Cor-13-6" id="en-NIV-28672"><sup class="versenum"><span style="font-size: x-small;">6 </span></sup>Love does not delight in evil<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28672N" title="See cross-reference N">N</a>)"></sup> but rejoices with the truth.<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28672O" title="See cross-reference O">O</a>)"></sup></span> <span class="text 1Cor-13-7" id="en-NIV-28673"><sup class="versenum"><span style="font-size: x-small;">7 </span></sup>It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28673P" title="See cross-reference P">P</a>)"></sup></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">We have started a new series at church; Radical, by David Platt. I did a little research on Pastor Platt and he is a very intelligent young man. He holds two undergraduate degrees and three advanced degrees. He is married and the father of three children--all with biblical names. I believe his passion is making true disciples for Jesus GLOBALLY. He travels greatly--practicing what he teaches others so eloquently to do.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">This page of scribbled handwriting has some pretty powerful teaching from a very passionate pastor. The one statement that Pastor Platt said that convicted me to the very core of my being was this..."Our love for Jesus should make our love for everything and everyone else look like hate." Ponder that statement for a minute or two. It sounds sort of oximoronic, but it isn't, if thought about through the circulatory system of faith. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Our love for our Messiah and King should be so great...so visible...so prominent...that the love we have for everyone and everything else seems like hate in comparison. WOW!! Do I love and live this way? Do you? </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I remember several years ago a bible study was very popular in the Baptist churches. It was called..Experiencing God. One of the principles brought out in this study was this...each church needs to monitor who God is bringing into the fellowship. The skills and strengths of these new members are a sign from God in the way He wills the church to go. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Example--My church. A few years back, well actually several years now...we started getting new members. After a major divine weeding out...we were left with a group of men with construction skills. I don't mean just able to fix a leaky faucet skill, but a general contractor, electricians, engineers, men with tools and equipment that the average Joe does not have in his garage type of men. Well, one day a lady in our church noticed that a brick wall was separating from part of our building. The inspector said that 27 tons of roof, walls, brick, windows, plaster, wood and metal could have come down on our heads! The sanctuary could have killed us all!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">To make a very long story short I am going to fast forward a few years. We now have a beautiful sanctuary and some other improvements done by these men...members of our church that God brought to JRCC. There are so many stories and testimonies of how God miraculously provided money, cranes, workers, supplies through these men and the community our church is in....ALL DEBT FREE!! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">God brought these skilled men--our church was falling down--these men, called by God, rebuilt our church! Amazing!!!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Now, I wrote all this to get to my point about David Platt's book and teachings. If you were to look at <a href="http://www.cbd.com/">www.cbd.com</a> and look at the new books and bible studies...you will notice where God is leading and what He is doing with His Church. The Christian world is being led into a deeper, more expressive relationship with the Father. (David Platt's: Radical, Radical Together, Follow Me; Francis Chen's: Crazy Love, Forgotten God, Multiply...just to name a few.)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">There is a great many books being published about the end times. The Harbinger comes to mind, plus many books by Joel Rosenberg and others. Even though some may just be novels--the message is loud and clear.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Another area of literary influx is our Jewish Roots of Christianity. These books are causing us to focus on Jerusalem...the Jews...Israel...the Middle East. The beginning place and the ending place of linear time. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">We really need to take heed to what God is allowing the publishers to publish. We need to be Bereans and stay in His Word...checking out if what these authors are writing about line up with His Truth. What is God telling us? I know that the Bible is the Holy Word of God. I am not saying that any of these books are on this Divine Level....but....are these authors the Biblical Prophets of our time? Are they not calling God's people to a deeper relationship with the Creator of All? Are they not a sign from God that time, as we know it, is coming to an end? Are we writing the very Word of God on our hearts and doorposts? Are we heeding the warnings of these published prophets to ready the next generation for hard times that will end with a new heaven and a new earth?</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">This sounds like Isaiah or Jeremiah shouting from the steps of the temple, "Turn back to God!!! or suffer the consequences!" Platt, Chen, Piper, Stott, Keller, et al., are shouting "Love God NOW!!!! Before it is too late! Serve as a disciple NOW!! Before it is too late!! Tell your world about Jesus! NOW!! Before it is too late!! Live for Him and Him alone....Before it is too late!!" There seems to be the same message being pumped through the arteries of God's Church, His Bride! Are we listening?</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I have seen, just since this Sunday, so many areas of hypocrisy in my attitude, my thoughts, my love for God, and it has only been 23 hours since I heard the Sunday School message! So, I am going to ask myself this question everyday, probably several times a day..."Is my love for Jesus making my love for everything and everyone else look like hate?" </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Several scripture verses come to mind...Genesis 22:2, Leviticus 19:18, Joshua 22:5, Proverbs 10:12, Micah 6:8-the list is endless. Now, I sort of understand why "the greatest of these is love"...We are to love God with a love that only He can give us. Quite simple if you think about it.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I am loving this weather! Sitting outside and humming hymns seems to be my favorite past time as of late. Oh, I am still cleaning house, gardening and schooling my son, but I do love sitting and praising God my way; humming hymns, singing a few, too!!!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Things are going fairly well here at the Beale Bungalow. My garden is in---FINALLY!!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">This weekend, my husband, son and I put together the "covered wagons" for my garden. I call them that because when the vines fill the fencing--it looks just like a green covered wagon! I now have three and I am so pleased. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">The first one will have trombocini (an Italian zucchini that looks like a trombone). The second one will have green beans and the third will have Lima beans. I do believe they will be a beautiful and tasty site when everything comes in! There are two raised beds of organic corn-one raised bed of sweet potatoes and the final bed has tomatoes and cucumbers. I have planted three green bell pepper plants since this picture was taken. I can't wait to watch everything sprout and grow.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I have already had to replant some corn---SQUIRRELS!! So, organic blood meal went down around the perimeter of the two corn beds. Soon, I will be hanging some old pie tins I have to hopefully scare off some critters--be they the scurrying kind or the winged kind. When the garden is young like this I do believe the squirrels and birds work in tandem with each other. :)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I have washed the material for my bedroom curtains I am getting ready to make. I have actually been putting this off because I do not have a pattern. I just want to make panels--primitive panels. Here is the material below.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">The dark material is going to be a strip about six inches from the bottom of the curtain---maybe.... </span></em><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I painted our bedroom awhile back and now it is time to finish the room.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Some of my son's next year curriculum is here. I was amazed at how fast I got everything. I ordered from Eagles Wings Educational Materials and I must say that I am impressed by their service. They even answered my email full of questions!!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">These are the 'Create a notebook' Bible and History series. It goes from 5th to 12th grade. I figure my son falls somewhere in one of those grades. It is hard to tell with him. The spelling program is a program designed for dyslexics! WooHoo!! I have learned that it takes the average speller 50 times at looking at a word to remember it. It takes a dyslexic 500 times at looking at a word to remember it!!! Oh my---what my son has been going through. He has to memorized 600 sight words prior to even beginning this programs level. So, we have already started and he knows several of them to start off with, but we still need to return and cover some more basics that are especially for his reading (decoding) and his spelling (encoding). I am excited about this....</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Well, the house needs a vacuuming and it isn't going to get it if I stay on this here computer. Have a wonderful day and God Bless!</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span>The Lady Bealehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698145112105311417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912243352986031638.post-69043553921313447402013-05-21T06:31:00.000-07:002013-05-21T06:31:18.952-07:00Growth in dirt and spirit....<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"></span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">The weather is gray with off and on rain showers. I prefer cool sunshine with rain only occurring at night, but I noticed that my Father in Heaven did not consult me on this, therefore I must make due with His Providential Decisions. :)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Anyway, everything seems to be growing. I still have more to plant and that, too, will be done today and probably tomorrow. There just doesn't seem to be enough energy to get everything done in a day anymore. Oh well....</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I know...oxymoronic sounding, none the less, this is the state I find myself in. I am content to be doing what God wants me to do, yet I also know He wants more. I have always believed one way about something and now it is being challenged by the teachings of Dr. David Jeremiah. I want to travel, yet today I am satisfied staying at home. I want a strong GODLY LEADER qualities from my husband, but I am so pleased and hopeful with his recent prayer asking God to make him one. I want my daughter home, but I am just so thankful that she is being healed and is talking with me again. I want my son to read, read, read, and once again God has made me pleased with his reading improvement here lately. See what I mean? Peaceful turmoil....</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>There is so much to do around the Ol' Beale Bungalow that I get overwhelmed quite easily. God has been teaching me to stick to His plan for me. What would that be...Colossians 3:23, "<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And whatsoever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men;" Whatever God has me doing I need to do it for Him....not for me. So, I plant, clean, do laundry, cook, homeschool, shop and so on. This is what He has me doing "unto Him". :) I am not going to get bent out of shape if I can't get it all done in one day. I am not going to get angry if the progress is slow. I am just going to do what I have to do for Him. (Today--that is--I may need to reread this posting daily to remind me I am doing everything for Him....)</span></em></span></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I cannot sign off from this post without mentioning Oklahoma and the terrible situation they find themselves in because of the tornado. My heart goes out to the people of Oklahoma, especially with the loss of so many children. I am praying for the Comforter to permeate that entire area with His Love and Shalom. God is still good even when tragic episodes occur. God is still in control, too---even though we question why. So, yes my heart aches, but I am encouraged to know that many will seek Him for answers and comfort because of the breath of His nostrils. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">This, too, is a sign of the times...I do hope people see this! God is returning---SOON! Sooner than we think, I do believe. Allow God in. Allow the sacrificial blood of the One True Messiah wash over you and seal you for all eternity. To God be the Glory!!!!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Forgiveness is not a suggestion---It Is A Command!! So, I have forgiven my husband for the disasterous Mother's Day. I do not want to stay angry at him. This brings absolutely no glory to our God and King. My husband is just lousy at holidays...end of discussion. He did say that I had reasons to be angry--of which I agreed! I told him I was not backing away from anything I said...I Was Forgiving Him--Not Asking For Forgivenss For Myself--I wanted that very clear. He said he totally understood and all is better now. There is still work to be done, but it will be done with the spirit of love...not anger. Sigh....</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Spring is FINALLY here in the Tidewater Area! Not only is my backyard showing proof of this yearly and God ordained season, but so is my asthma. (It has been pretty bad for the past few days...this too shall pass.) Anywho, my mint plant has returned and I can just taste a nice cup of mint tea in my foreseeable future. Nice...mint also helps the asthma...</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">See how nice they look. I have planted trombocinis, yellow squash and onions in this first bed. The next two have corn. The fourth will have pole green beans, yellow squash and carrots. Number five will have bell peppers and onions. Number six will be planted today with tomatoes, and finally number seven will have pole lima beans, zucchini and carrots. I planting pumpkin in my front garden as soon as it gets bigger. I am kind of thankful that we have had a long cold snap in the weather. This has allowed my surgical knee to heal and get ready for some hard work. If this year progresses as last year...we are in for warm weather all the way to December. Therefore, I am not too concerned about putting in my plants this late in the season. It will be nice to watch the transformation of these seven beds throughout the season.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">All and all things are looking pretty good in the Beale Bungalow Backyard. I am still trying to get some fruit trees and I want to plant a container herb garden somewhere. Plans in the making are a good sign that the winter doldrums are subsiding. :)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Things have been pretty rocky around here since Mother's Day. I had a complete blow up with my husband. I am totally tired of being an after thought. I have the tendency of holding my emotions in and not expressing my true feelings. I don't like confronting my husband because of his already fragile ego, but all this flew out the window on M. D. ! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I became so angry that it took me by surprise! I mean I was fired up and ready to shoot! Knowing that #1-I didn't want my son to hear his parents fight and #2-I had to get away from my husband----I grabbed my purse, got in my car and sped away like a rat fleeing a sinking ship! I drove for a little while until I could actually speak...called my husband and thirty years worth of muck, yuck and pain came flowing out of me that I could not seem to speak fast enough and I know that my husband could not hear fast enough either! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I was livid! I was hurt! I was fed up! And I was making these facts known.....loudly....very loudly!!!!!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">So, things are a bit tense around here. My husband is doing what he always does...sticking closer to me than my underware! and being very quiet. This was not what I wanted but I knew this is what I was going to get. Leopard's cannot change their spots! So, I am trying to figure out what to do next. I was thinking about going to a hotel for the weekend, but I can't. My god dog is coming and I am not losing out on seeing him. I need some time to get my spirit back under the Holy Spirit's control. Right now I am just seething....doing what every woman in my life is doing...seething. Sigh....</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Something bright and wonderful did happen this week. My son accepted Jesus as his LORD and Saviour!!! It happened at the youth group he attends on Friday's at a friends church. (I do not believe this wonderful experience would have happened at out church.) He heard a small voice tell him to become a Christian and be with Jesus. When my son returned home and he told me...I started crying and so did he. He went into his room and cried his heart out to the LORD and emerged out of his room a different and glowing person. He told everyone at our church this past Sunday. I know that I have one of my children totally in the Kingdom of God. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Change of subject---after I finish getting my gardens planted--I am going to take a break and do something not so strenuous. I am going to make my bedroom curtains! This will be fun for me!! :) I might even prepare some of my extra quilt squares for framing. Creativity is creativity--whether inside or outside. Outside creativity, I view as creative work. Inside creativity I view as fun, so I am looking forward to some fun next week! :)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">A male woodpecker has been diligently making a home in our old dying tree. He has been at this for days! He will peck and peck and peck then he will clean out the hole by using his beak to collect the little pieces of wood and toss them out of the hole. My number 6 and 7 garden beds have a little more composting material than the other beds. It has been fasinating to watch. I am amazed at the diligence and endurance this little fella has. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Well---that is it from the Beale Bungalow. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">\o/</span></em>The Lady Bealehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698145112105311417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912243352986031638.post-56433789312730923642013-05-07T12:53:00.000-07:002013-05-07T12:53:00.336-07:00The past two days....<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"></span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">These last two days have been very nice and productive. Productive being the operative word--this is what makes it nice in my book.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I have done the house work, yes, but I have also enjoyed being out of doors, as well. Four of my seven veggie beds are weeded and ready for compost and seeds! YES!!! The work has been great for my post op knee. The bending and stretching really loosens it up and this is just an added benefit to being outside. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I have really really loved being out in my backyard with my son helping me. This has given us an opportunity to talk about worms, dirt, plants, work ethic and godly manhood. He is surely growing into a man hourly! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I have been reading General Douglas MacArthur poem that he wrote his only child, a son. It is called "Build Me a Son". This is such a great teaching tool from a godly father to a much loved son. From a top General that has seen war to a much loved young boy. From a believer in Jesus to the heir of his name and line. Therefore, I am gleaning many seeds from this poem and planting them in the heart of <u>my</u> son. I so want him to truly be a man of God. This would make my joy complete if my son and my daughter and grandchildren would live for the LORD of LORDs! </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Okay, next....I am reading a book that is truly convicting me on marriage and family. I am loving it though. I seem to be seeing things more clearly the past two days and I am truly thankful for that. When I finish the book I will give a review on it and tell all, but right now it is like a sweet secret that God is sharing with me. Sigh....</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Today, when my son and I were taking a break from the weeding...we were listening to the Bible that he has downloaded on his iPad. It was the event when a gentile woman came to Jesus and wanted her daughter healed from and oppressive spirit. He told her He was here for the Jews and didn't want to give bread to the dogs. Her reply, which was stated in great faith, "even the dogs eat of the crumbs from the master's table". Jesus healed her daughter because of her great faith. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I then prayed the same to Him for my daughter. My heart was immediately lifted and peace flooded all over and around me much like the breezes of the day. Then I realized that I should be content with the crumbs from the Master's Table. I have eternal salvation. I have a new identity. I have a purpose. I have every promise God ever made....all because I belong to my Heavenly Father, through the work of His Son, sealed with the Holy Spirit. Crumbs. Holy crumbs. Crumbs from His Table. I believe my daughter is healed. Crumbs....oh, just give the crumbs from His Table. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">\o/</span></em>The Lady Bealehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698145112105311417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912243352986031638.post-57154804781926232582013-05-02T16:13:00.000-07:002013-05-02T16:13:07.092-07:00Disturbance within.......<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">My soul seems to be in turmoil once again. Gee--go figure. God, it appears, is calling me to a higher walk with Him. I am thrilled with this, but I am beginning to see the cost. Hmmm......</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">My country has turned it's back on God and His Word. This saddens me beyond belief. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I sat down with my son today and explained the Biblical story of Sodom's destruction and why it was destroyed. Then I compared this time frame with today's time frame. I really tried to get my son to see the similarities between the sin of Sodom and the sin of the United States and the world. I do believe he saw what God was leading me to explain to him. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Schooling choices was next. Oh my...what a loaded gun. Total homeschool at home...Co-ops at churches....private school. Public school is not an option for this family. It amazes me how this has become so complicated. Homeschooling my daughter was much easier. We homeschooled at home--we went to a homeschool support group. We did go skating, swimming, participated in a science fair, in history fairs, in dramas, etc. It was easier and my daughter loved it and flourished. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">My son has learning disabilities. He has trouble reading, writing sentences, etc. I know that a class or two taught by someone else might do him some good, BUT am I going to choose academia over godliness? </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I talked with my son about this and I am so proud of him. He said if all of his friends go to a co-op and he doesn't--he is okay with it. Talk about being relieved! Now, this doesn't mean that I will not check these teaching and socializing options out....but at least I know my son will be okay with being different. Thank you, Father.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">My spirit has been practically jumping out of my body for what seems like days! I need to go to a couple of older women in my life and ask, "What is with this?" I am edgy. I am contemplative. I am restless. I am easily angered. I really don't know what is going on. I am tired of being gloomy. I know that the lack of sunshine has something to do with my mood, but it has nothing to do with my spirit's restlessness. I am praying for answers...not getting any yet, but I believe this has something to do with God calling me to a closer walk with Him. Sigh...</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I did do something Pinteresty today. I cleaned my diamond ring with one of that sites jewelry cleaning recipes.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I know these pictures do not show the before and after very well, but my ring shines! I will have to put this in my Pinterest successes category. It worked!! So, I did do something productive today....</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">\o/</span></em>The Lady Bealehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698145112105311417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912243352986031638.post-7246561918430604822013-04-30T07:21:00.003-07:002013-04-30T07:21:58.674-07:00Gray outside and gray inside...<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"></span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I am extremely sensitive to the weather. If it is gray outside--I am gray inside. If it is thundering outside--I am thundering inside. If it is sunny outside--I CAN be sunny inside. Sad but true.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Today and yesterday....cloudy, gray, rainy, cooler--sigh... So, guess my mood and demeanor. You got it...cloudy and gray. I did not sleep well last night. I have been having bad dreams and not sleeping very well. When I have these dreams I tend to clamp and hold my teeth very tightly which cause pain in my jaw and neck. I will wake up so tired and in pain. When my dreams are sweet or "non-existent" I do not seem to have all this pain and fatigue. Last night was a bad night and so this morning was not a good one. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Mornings, my favorite time of the day. It is when I am sort of alone and I am usually peaceful. I adore my first cup of coffee! It is like a reward all my own. I make it just the way I like it and I can take all the time in the world sipping on it. I usually sit in the dark at my dining room table....quietly pondering. My old ponderings used to be about the home agenda for the day. You know...what laundry needed to be done....what would I make for supper that evening...what errands needed to be done. Here lately, my ponderings have been very dark and negative. Why me? and why me?</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">It just seems to me that my family is doomed to struggle all their lives. My daughter and her difficult disposition and marriage. My husband and his Neurofibromatosis, inability to lead and make decisions. My son and his learning difficulties and slow maturity. Even my brother and his temper and inability to hold on to a job. I can go on and on, but I won't.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">So...I find myself in the valley of despair all alone. I know that God is with me...I just know it in my head and not in my heart at the moment. It is hard to see the face of God when the eyes of my heart are clouded over with pain. Sigh...</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">This morning I was thinking about all this and I have come to the conclusion that NOTHING on this earth can make me happy, contented or secure. NOTHING!!! I then started to think of all the verses that I knew with "happy" (blessed) in them. I really didn't remember any of them saying anything about clean, freshly painted and organized houses. Nor was happiness linked to a certain body size or even facial features. Modern clothing styles, money in the bank, having 20 kids all beginning with the same letter or milking goats didn't make any of the lists either. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">What did make the list? Being reproved by the LORD. Putting trust in the LORD. Fearing the LORD. The list goes on and on. None of the things that I think would make me happy is listed in the Word of God! Why do I concentrate on American things and not God things? I am not saying that I need not clean my house, but I do need to focus....meditate on what God says will bring happiness or blessedness to me. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I have much to ponder....</span></em><br />
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