The Love of Money is the Root of All Evil

Have you ever known someone who loved money?  I mean, truly loved money.  Loved hoarding it, stashing it, earning it at all costs, destroying people for it — that kind of love of money?

I’ve seen this recently after people’s death and those left fight over the inheritance and items…stuff.  It’s the saddest thing to me.  My family, praise God, never had that kind of greed in them.  No one ever expected inheritance and for the most part, the only one we received was in the love and consideration our relatives gave us in life.

However, some people truly don’t want love.  They want money and I have seen it rip apart families.  Siblings don’t talk to each other. Stepparents are pit against grown children, etc., etc. It’s often at the root of motives for murder. The movie, Judy, about the life of talented star Judy Garland, illustrates this point to a “T.” Judy can’t trust anyone.  Everyone around her is using her talent as a means to get rich.  She is collateral damage.

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I’ve been rich in this lifetime and not rich.  It’s certainly better to be rich.  But it’s vital to be rich in love.  Money?  You can make more money.  But it’s so true, “Whoever loves money never has enough; whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with their income.” Ecc. 5:10

It seems our country has this illness in spades.  Retail is going under because people would rather get things cheaper and faster online.  Our country’s homes are being sold to the highest bidder, regardless of which enemies of the state might be buying them up.  And Instagram is filled with aimless millennials each trying to show off their “swag” and designer clothes, but not actually enjoying their lives.

The answer is Jesus, of course.  Empty lives and vacant pursuits will not satisfy, but our love of money seems to be the battle for our very souls.  Unlike money, love and compassion soothe a weary soul and offer hope to the hopeless.  I’m praying for the soul of our nation and I hope you are too.

 

 

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It’s Fall by Tara Randel

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Technically, the calendar says autumn is here. I live in Florida, where it’s still in the nineties. I will admit that the nights and early mornings are a tad bit nicer, but the days? Crazy hot! So how do I tackle the heat and the wishing-for-cooler-weather blues? I decorate my house in everything fall; colored leaves, pumpkins, pumpkin scented candles, to name a few. And I turn down the thermostat to pretend that it’s cool outside. Which works, until I have to go somewhere.

Autumn has always been my favorite season of the year. When I was a kid growing up in New England, I looked forward to the temperature change, pulling out colorful sweaters to wear to school and wearing corduroy pants. (I’m sure some of you remember those!) I actually enjoyed raking leaves. Oh, the piles we jumped into, laughing and pulling sticks from our hair. The aroma of burning wood scented the air. I remember pumpkins on the door steps, hay stacks or bales in the yard for decoration. My friends and I out riding our bikes until it got dark. It was a special time.

As always, when I consider the seasons, I look at the beautiful creation of earth. I wanted to share this scripture today and hope it lifts your heart. When you read the words penned by the psalmist, you can’t help but praise the Lord who made this special place for us to live. I don’t know about you, but to me, rereading psalms is a reminder of how gracious God is.

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Psalm 104

1 Praise the Lord, my soul.

Lord my God, you are very great;
you are clothed with splendor and majesty.

2 The Lord wraps himself in light as with a garment;
he stretches out the heavens like a tent
3     and lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters.
He makes the clouds his chariot
and rides on the wings of the wind.
4 He makes winds his messengers, flames of fire his servants.

5 He set the earth on its foundations;
it can never be moved.
6 You covered it with the watery depths as with a garment;
the waters stood above the mountains.
7 But at your rebuke the waters fled,
at the sound of your thunder they took to flight;
8 they flowed over the mountains,
they went down into the valleys,
to the place you assigned for them.
9 You set a boundary they cannot cross;
never again will they cover the earth.

10 He makes springs pour water into the ravines;
it flows between the mountains.
11 They give water to all the beasts of the field;
the wild donkeys quench their thirst.
12 The birds of the sky nest by the waters;
they sing among the branches.
13 He waters the mountains from his upper chambers;
the land is satisfied by the fruit of his work.
14 He makes grass grow for the cattle,
and plants for people to cultivate—
bringing forth food from the earth:
15 wine that gladdens human hearts,
oil to make their faces shine,
and bread that sustains their hearts.
16 The trees of the Lord are well watered,
the cedars of Lebanon that he planted.
17 There the birds make their nests;
the stork has its home in the junipers.
18 The high mountains belong to the wild goats;
the crags are a refuge for the hyrax.

19 He made the moon to mark the seasons,
and the sun knows when to go down.
20 You bring darkness, it becomes night,
and all the beasts of the forest prowl.
21 The lions roar for their prey
and seek their food from God.
22 The sun rises, and they steal away;
they return and lie down in their dens.
23 Then people go out to their work,
to their labor until evening.

24 How many are your works, Lord!
In wisdom you made them all;
the earth is full of your creatures.
25 There is the sea, vast and spacious,
teeming with creatures beyond number—
living things both large and small.
26 There the ships go to and fro,
and Leviathan, which you formed to frolic there.

27 All creatures look to you
to give them their food at the proper time.
28 When you give it to them,
they gather it up;
when you open your hand,
they are satisfied with good things.
29 When you hide your face,
they are terrified;
when you take away their breath,
they die and return to the dust.
30 When you send your Spirit,
they are created,
and you renew the face of the ground.

31 May the glory of the Lord endure forever;
may the Lord rejoice in his works—
32 he who looks at the earth, and it trembles,
who touches the mountains, and they smoke.

33 I will sing to the Lord all my life;
I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.
34 May my meditation be pleasing to him,
as I rejoice in the Lord.
35 But may sinners vanish from the earth
and the wicked be no more.

Praise the Lord, my soul.

Praise the Lord.

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So, my friends, enjoy the beginning of autumn. Remember how gracious God is when you breathe in the cool fall air, or kick leaves out of your way as you walk along a path. No matter the temperature outside, there is so much to be thankful for!

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Tara Randel is an award-winning, USA Today bestselling author. Family values, a bit of mystery and of course, love and romance, are her favorite themes, because she believes love is the greatest gift of all. Look for her next Harlequin Heartwarming romance, ALWAYS THE ONE, available February 2020 .  For more information about her books, visit Tara at www.tararandel.com. Like her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/TaraRandelBooks. Sign up for Tara’s Newsletter and receive a link to download a free digital book.

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Put on Your Armor

At my job, there are a few ladies who get together for prayer meetings twice a week. They use a short break to gather outside (weather permitting) and pray. First they will ask if there are any specific prayer requests. Then they will read a short devotion. Next they join hands and pray. And at the end, they wrap up the prayer meeting with hugs.

These meetings always prove to be a special time for these ladies. One of the ladies told me that every time they start praying, they feel a gentle breeze, as though the Holy Spirit has arrived. And on one particular day, an older man driving a medical transport bus happened to see them, so he pulled over to join in. The ladies did not know him, but they welcomed their brother in Christ. It warms my heart to think about the way God’s love spread that day (and many other days).

I have gone to these prayer meetings a handful of times. However, they commonly fall at the same time as other business meetings on my calendar. So I cannot attend often. But unfortunately, on a few of the occasions when I did attend, there were subsequent and negative incidents that occurred.

On one particular day when I attended the prayer meeting, I later had a coworker misinterpret something I said and she got riled up about it. We were just going into a meeting, so I didn’t have a chance to say much else at the time. I tried to find her later to clear the air, but I was unable to locate her. So later that evening I sent her a text message, explaining what I truly meant in what I said. And I apologized for the miscommunication. Via the text she acted like it was nothing. (But in person it definitely appeared as something.) Nonetheless, we have since moved on from that incident and get along fine once again.

On another day when I went to one of the prayer meetings, towards the end when each of the ladies hugs one another, one of them looked at my stomach and asked me if I was expecting. In an attempt to laugh it off, I made a joke about being overweight. The lady did apologize at the time. I actually don’t know this lady very well because she is on a different team. And I don’t see her often, because our desks are on opposite ends of the building. So we haven’t had much opportunity to clear the air in this situation. But I did see her once this week and wished her a good morning.

I don’t think it was a coincidence that these incidents happened on the same days when I attended the prayer meeting. I believe they were attacks from the enemy. He knows we are working for the Kingdom of God and wants to steer us off that path. He will do whatever he can to get to us. Spiritual warfare is something we Christians need to be prepared for every single day. How do we prepare ourselves for spiritual warfare?
1 – Put on the Armor of God

Let’s take a look at Ephesians 6:10-17:

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Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.

In these verses, the Bible gives us detailed instructions on how we should dress ourselves spiritually every morning. This is something we do by faith as we prepare for whatever attacks the enemy might send our way.

Here are two excellent podcast episodes where Dr. Charles Stanley talks about putting on the armor of God:
https://www.intouch.org/listen/featured/dressed-for-the-battle-part-1
https://www.intouch.org/listen/featured/dressed-for-the-battle-part-2

2 – Be Alert

1 Peter 5:8-9 says, “Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings.”

The first two words stand out to me – Be Alert! Unfortunately I think we often fall short on that part. When we are attacked, we usually point the finger at the person who was involved in the incident. This could be a family member, a friend, a coworker, or even a stranger. If someone upsets us or angers us, we tend to place the blame on them. But the truth is that we are forgetting who the true enemy. These other people are not our enemies. Strife comes from Satan because he knows it will cause us to build walls which ultimately weakens our faith and it weakens the Christian army as a whole. When we are united as one, we are much stronger. So when it comes to spiritual battles, we have to remember that we Christians are on the same team!

3 – Fight Back

When we recognize that the enemy has attacked us, we must fight back. Start by turning to the Lord. James 4:7 says, “Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”

If you are in the midst of a conflict with another person, it might be difficult to turn the situation around. But if we try to remember Proverbs 15:1, we will see the circumstances change: “A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.”

This is important with all relationships. But I believe the enemy loves to attack within our own families first. His number one goal is to destroy. John 10:10 says, “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy…” So he would love to divide a household, or even extended family. But Ephesians 4:27 says, “Do not give the devil a foothold.” So when we see strife or conflict enter our lives, we cannot allow the enemy to have the upper hand. We must take a stand, seek the Lord’s help, and take action.

In this post, I have been generally talking about strife with other people. However, the points above can be applied to any spiritual battle we face. The enemy does not take vacations, so we can’t either. We must remain on guard at all times. Fortunately, we have our Almighty God on our side. So as long as we remain rooted in Him, the enemy doesn’t stand a chance!

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It Was a Dark and Stormy Conversation

(A Short Story)

“Harder was climbing out of a deep, dark well toward a distant, insistent ringing when his hand slipped under the pillow for his snub-nose 38 and he blasted the alarm clock, which was a replacement for the replacement for the replacement for the replacement for the replacement for the one given him by his grandfather Jeremias, into kingdom come.” 

The recitation was greeted by a stony silence.

“What do you think?” John Smyth asked.

His wife Ruby considered. “Definitely not your best work.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s repetitive and, well, silly.”

“I think I’m a better judge of writing than you are. After all, I’m the professional writer.”

“You’re not a professional writer. You’re just the editor of Grace magazine.”

“Still a professional.”

“And I’m a reader, I have common sense, and what you wrote doesn’t have much.”

“It’s supposed to be silly. It’s my entry for the contest,” John explained.

“What contest?”

“The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.”

“What?”

“The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest. It’s named after the English novelist Edward Bulwer-Lytton. In 1830 he published novel called Paul Clifford, which has the famous opening line, ‘It was a dark and stormy night.’”

“I always thought that was a great opening line.”

“It would have been if he had stopped there. But he didn’t. The full sentence is ‘It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.’”

“Oh.”

“Precisely. A classic example of not knowing when to quit.”

“There seems to be a lot of that going on.”

John scowled. “The point is that in 1982 the English Department at San Jose State University started a contest to see who could write the worst first line for a novel. The first year there were only three entries, but now they get thousands of entries every year.”

“So you were trying to write badly so you could enter the contest?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you succeeded.”

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“What’s that?” Ruby asked.

“It’s a notification from the English Department at San Jose State University about the winning entry in the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.”

“And?”

“Here’s the winning entry: ‘Hoping to render the suspect unarmed but unharmed, Hermione pointed her pistol—given to her by her grandmother, for whom she had been named, on the grounds that “a girl should always be prepared for anything,” referring to the pistol, not the name—at the suspect, but found her hand was shaking, possibly due to an old volleyball injury, when the gun accidentally discharged a high-caliber round into the suspect’s shoulder and she saw, to her horror, that she had rendered him disarmed rather than unarmed and uttered a mild expletive: “Oops!”’”

“Yippee!” Ruby shouted. “I won!”

Disclaimer and Clarification: John Smyth is the protagonist in James R. Coggins’s four murder mysteries: Who’s Grace, Desolation Highway, Mountaintop Drive, and Springtime in Winnipeg. The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest is real. John Smyth and his wife Ruby are not. They are fictional characters, and therefore they could not enter, let alone win, the contest.

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Cloud Shadow (by Hannah Alexander)

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“What’s in that field over there?” Mel exclaimed as we drove the wide open spaces where we had recently moved.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

He pointed toward a distant parcel of land where the clouds blocked the sun. “What is that?”

I was confused. “All I see is cloud shadow.”

“It’s what?”

I looked at him in awe, though I was driving so I couldn’t do much. “Are you kidding?”

“What on earth is cloud shadow?”

I think I slowed the car down a little, but it was nearly three years ago, so I don’t recall that clearly. “You know, when the clouds block the sun’s rays in a particular area?” He had to know this.

“They what?”

It occurred to me that my super intelligent husband, who was good at all things medical, was the most wonderful husband in the world, and…did I say super intelligent?…anyway, it occurred to me that I might know something he didn’t. How cool is that?

“Honey, you lived in the forests of the Ozarks for far too long. Out here in the wilderness, where there aren’t trees, you can see the shadows of the clouds on the earth in huge quantities.”

He sat staring out the window in awe. “That’s just shadow? From clouds?

I loved it. I, who had spent my first decade plus in desert lands, was actually able to teach him something new, since he had no memory of living anywhere but thick forest, where only trees and houses and people and other objects that were connected to the ground caused shadows. He never gave much thought to the fact that clouds cast shadows on the earth because he could never see them through the trees.

Now he takes pictures of cloud shadows because they are so fascinating to him.

Of course, I see them afresh now, too, since he does. It’s still amazing to him.

Writer that I am, I found that his sudden discovery of cloud shadows took on a deeper meaning for me: unseen shadows. Or maybe unacknowledged shadows.

I spoke to a young woman the other day from Peru who had not been raised in a Christian home as I had. She described her childhood to me, and her sense of missing something vital in her life until she found Christ. I can’t remember a time in my childhood when I wasn’t in church several times a week. However, I discovered talking to her that I have no idea what other people experience. I guess I thought everyone had already heard about Christ’s death and resurrection. But too many people live in the shadow of unbelief, not because they reject Christ as their savior, but because they were never offered the chance to know Him in the first place by another human being.

So many of us Christians cannot identify. As I’ve always known about cloud shadows because I grew up with them, Mel only recently discovered them. As we who have grown up in Christian homes take the truth for granted, others don’t know the truth.

This is where we come in. Even though we might not identify, we can share. We can show. We can reflect God’s love through our lives in our acts of kindness. This means I have to stop complaining about rude drivers when I’m on the road. Yikes!

There are people in our town here in Wyoming searching for that vital missing thing in their lives, even some who take part on our Bible studies who have not yet seen the truth of what we’re studying. They seek the answer in scary stuff like witchcraft and tarot cards and incantations. Others seek the answer through destructive relationships and drugs. They are seekers in danger of being tricked and led in the wrong direction. They need to know God’s love more completely through us. And they need our prayers, most certainly not our animosity.

Cloud shadows aren’t dangerous as far as I know. I love to watch them sail across a wilderness landscape. But there are shadows of evil affecting helpless people around us. They don’t have our protection. We need to share Him with them lovingly, whenever we see an opportunity, with kindness and prayer, not with judgment or revulsion.

Have you been shocked or surprised by the beliefs of some people in your sphere of influence lately? You’re probably going to see more as the world darkens. You might be their only hope. Put on the full Armor of God–which is Jesus Christ–and help them fight against the shadows of evil.

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Lessons Learned From Raccoons by Nancy J. Farrier

We have a family of raccoons living somewhere close. Several times at night I’ve heard noises on the back porch. When I flip on the light or step outside I find the mama raccoon and her four babies climbing all over. They love to eat the cat food we leave out for our outside cats, so we’ve learned to bring the bowls in at night. 

I can’t help laughing at their antics. Mama gets pretty angry when I come outside, but the babies are so cute with their masked faces. I’ve gotten a few pictures and told my husband about them but until yesterday they always arrived too late for him to see them.

Last night our dog, Jiá, wanted to go out. My husband opened the back door, not realizing we had the whole raccoon family visiting. When Jiá saw them, chaos ensued. She roared out a bark. Mama raccoon chittered a high warning. The babies screeched. My husband yelled. The door slammed.

It’s a good thing we don’t have close neighbors or they might have thought a war had broken out. By the time things calmed down, three of the raccoons escaped through the fence. Two of the young ones, who are getting pretty big, were trapped in a dead tree at the edge of our yard. They were not happy. We got Jiá inside and, after a few pictures, we went in and left them to climb down and scurry away. 

I can’t help thinking of some lessons learned from our unwelcome visitors. Lessons that would be good for me to remember.

Go where you’re supposed to go – God has a plan for my life, and I need to remember to stay on the path He has and not stray into someone else’s territory. If I try to do their job, or interfere with their walk, I simply make a mess that needs cleaned up later. Psalm 37:23 says,“The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and He delights in his way.” (NKJV) I want God to delight in what I do, so I need to make sure to follow the path He has set before me.

Know your enemy – Those raccoons usually came late enough that they didn’t encounter Jiá, who can be rather fierce when her yard is invaded by critters. My real enemy is in the spiritual realm and often attacks in unexpected ways. Instead of rushing at me and making a terrible noise, my enemy is more subtle. By using tactics like discouragement and hopelessness, I am derailed from the path I should be on. To protect against this attack, I must put on my knowledge of God and His protections.  Ephesians 6:12 says, “For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.”  (NKJV) To fight this enemy, I must be well grounded in scripture and have complete faith in God.

Get to a stronghold – The two young raccoons hovering in the clacking branches of the dead tree were in a tenuous position. They weren’t well protected. In fact, they were pretty vulnerable. On my own, I would be just as vulnerable as those babies. I would choose a place that would leave me wide open to enemy attacks of all kinds. However, as a Christian, I always have a place to go for refuge, a place of safety. Psalm 18:2 says, “The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in Whom I will trust; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” (NKJV) No matter where I am I can turn to God, and I will have the shelter of His protection. I can rely on Him.

Walk in the Light – Yes, I know, raccoons are nocturnal and for good reason. I am not a nocturnal person, even though I do stay up late at night. Yet, I must remember to always walk in God’s light, whether it is in daylight or dark. It is essential that every moment of every day be spent with Him in mind, following where He wants me to go. Only when I am in His will is my life complete. II Corinthians 5:7 says, “For we walk by faith, not by sight.” (NKJV) Walking in the light is walking in faith. This isn’t always an easy walk, but doing so will bring us such incredible peace.

We may not be scrabbling around on someone’s porch late at night, rinsing who knows what in their water bucket, or looking for free handouts, but we still face opposition. We still have scary times when something threatens our safety. Staying close to God and His word is for our benefit.

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Allowing God to Lead

A few years ago, my husband and I were on our way home from the mountains when we decided to do a little hiking. This was before we had a GPS or a smartphone, so my husband handed me the map and asked me to direct him toward a particular mountain. It went well for a while, until my husband decided to make a spontaneous right hand turn. My immediate response was to panic, just knowing that we were going to get lost. My husband continued making haphazard turns. Or so it seemed. To my amazement, we arrived at a state park.

At this park there were several hiking trails to choose from, so we went in the ranger station to ask for advice on a good trail. But the ranger and another rambler were talking for quite some time, and didn’t seem to notice that there were other people around. So we left the ranger station and randomly picked a trail close to where we parked. After we had been walking for a while, we passed a man who was descending the mountain. In his usual friendly nature, my husband briefly spoke to the man, and then we continued on our way. When we got to the top of the mountain, we were rewarded with an extraordinary view. But we didn’t stay on the mountaintop long, for we felt an unexplainable urgency to leave.

As we traveled back down the trail, we met up with the same man again. This time he was lying on a bench, so we stopped to ask him if he was ok. We were shocked when he said that he had climbed the mountain to end his life. My husband and I glanced at each other for a moment, trying to think of the right words to say to this hurting man.

We tried to tell him that his friends and family wouldn’t want to see him go. But he said that he didn’t have any loved ones. So we then told the man that God wouldn’t want him to end his life. Sadly, the man said that he didn’t believe in God. So we tried to explain that God wanted to be there for him in his time of trouble, if he would allow it. And we also said that we felt God brought us to him in that moment.

The man seemed to listen to what we said, and we prayed that our words were absorbed. Finally, we parted ways as the man remained on the bench. We walked at a normal pace for a bit. Then when we were out of range, we ran to the ranger station and told them what happened. They thanked us for letting them know, and they immediately made their way up the trail to the lonely man.

If we learn to live with our arms open wide, God will take our hand and guide our steps. And we will discover that His plan was so much greater than ours. I now thank God for being our pilot that day. Numerous things did not go according to our plan. If we did not decide to go hiking, if my husband did not make a random turn, if we did not choose the trail that we did, and if we had tarried on the mountaintop, we would not have had the opportunity to help this man. I pray that our words made an impact and that this man allowed God to help heal his broken heart. Often times in life, we get discouraged when things don’t go how we think that they should. But if we trust God to be our pilot, He will lead us to the right place at the right time.

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Jesus in the Chair by Julie Arduini

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In the years I’ve followed Christ in a daily way, I’ve heard about Jesus and the chair. For instance, I know of families that for Christmas set a chair for their dinner. It’s His birthday, and they want to be reminded the focus is about Him.

As I type this, I picture something a little different. Jesus IN the chair.

I believe anything about my writing is first bathed in prayer. I don’t write without praying, and I have a team that covers me. The members also share their requests, and we all pray for each other.

Recently one of the members and I looked at the requests and shared our frustration. Some of those requests pop up time and time again, unanswered. At least in our earthly eyes. Some requests involve heartbreak we wouldn’t wish on anyone.

Then there’s just the day-in-day-out prayers. If you send a loved one to school, it’s hard to watch them go. There’s bullying, raised academic expectation, diminished resources, peer pressure.

Even a seasoned prayer warrior is tempted to look at their dented Ephesians 6 armor and question if this all is even worth it.

It’s at that moment I saw Jesus IN the chair. When my children travel to school, Jesus is in the seat in ever class. He’s in the car when our son commutes.

When I want to worry about those facing health challenges, I can see them in the sterile room. But now I also see Jesus in the chair.

In that chair, He is not bored. He’s not frustrated. He doesn’t have that Robert Downey, Jr. eye roll meme that screams, “Oh, no. You again? Are you kidding me?”

In that chair, Jesus is leaning forward in the doctor’s office. Holding hands with the patient. Whispering prayers over them. He’s in the bus seat with a look that exudes I love that person, and also, I’m shielding them.

He sits by me as I write, trying to find the words, fighting the lies that I have no business trying to change lives through fiction, especially romance.

Jesus is in the chair in the delivery room, the prison cell, the rehab center. He’s in the courtroom, the board room, the White House. He’s with the teacher, the janitor, the single mom, the widower.

I don’t know what you’re facing. But of all the things I’ve experienced this year, I can tell you God is present. He is good. And if you’re overwhelmed, call on His Son’s name and picture Him in that chair.

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All my books contain a form of surrender, and a chocolate mention. In Match Made in Heaven, Beth struggles so much over unanswered prayer that she walks away altogether. This is a novella I first wrote in the 90’s, and revised and released this year. Beth’s thyroid journey is close to what our family has been through. Check it out!

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Technology gets a bad rap…

My kids are currently all over the planet.  (I have four!) I know people complain that technology has taken the place of face-to-face conversations, but I have to give a hardy shout-out to tech from my humble abode in Silicon Valley.

Facebook has a page for parents and spouses of Sailors and Marines deployed on my son’s boat.  This morning, I saw my son’s friend in one of the pictures.  My son is NEVER in pictures and so when I saw his friend, I asked him, “Where were you?”

“About eight feet from the guy taking the picture.”

Typical.  But I could ask him that question.  And he could write me back and he’s in the Middle East somewhere and so, technology is a beautiful thing.

IMG_4787Then, this morning I was in CVS and I get a FaceTime call from my daughter (in another state going to school) and she shows me this jacket she wants to buy.  “Do you like it?”  Translated:  Do you like it enough where I can put it on your credit card?

I did not.  So we negotiated something else, but to see her beautiful face and have her tell me she loved me over technology, well, that’s a beautiful thing.

My oldest was home sick with strep yesterday, so I went to the doctors “with” him via text and my youngest boy SnapChats me every day from his college so I can see his handsome face and what he’s up to.

While technology will never take the place of seeing my kids, I am so thrilled that I am still an active part of their lives while they live their dreams! My mom just told me I couldn’t move more than 50 miles away. Maybe tech was invented by someone who had an Italian mother…

 

 

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Physical + Emotional + Spiritual = Balance By Vicki Hinze

VICKI HINZE, Christians Read

 

We all know it.  All is not lost and there is hope but, right now, as a civil society, we are in trouble.

In recent months, we’ve seen three separate incidents of murder and massacre in our schools.  Granted, one incident was carried out by an adult, but even in that situation, in his suicide note, he referenced events that occurred twenty years earlier as the root cause for his actions.  Within hours, often before the number of victims is released, we’re bombarded with talk about guns and controlling them.  Events in cities like Chicago prove that fix isn’t a fix at all, and yet that’s what we hear.  We are not bombarded with discussion of the root causes of the problem.

No, the topic of discussion today isn’t school safety—though that is certainly a critical and worthy discussion.  The topic of this discussion is to say what’s whispered behind closed doors everywhere, but people are reluctant to speak about publicly because it isn’t politically correct, and frankly, we’re all sick to death of verbal wars, assault and battery.

Today’s topic is to baldly state, friends, we are not taking care of business at home.

With so many single-parent households—and we have to work to eat and provide—and so many dual parent households where both parents work outside the home—we have survived the “it’s all about me” phase but we’re dealing with its legacy.

What is the legacy?  Materialism.  Not all of us, but overall, we learned that trait pretty well, and we’ve passed it on to our children.  Our motives were good.  We wanted better and more for our kids than we had, so we over-compensated, and as a result, we’ve got a generation of people who feel the world revolves around them. That the world owes them what they want—it’s their right.  What we want is more important than what is right for us.

This legacy has left us totally out of balance.

We’ve forgotten that we’re three-dimensional human beings.  We are physical, emotional and spiritual.  And to have balance—real balance—the kind that gives us inner peace and contentment, we have to pay equal respect to all three.

PHYSICAL

 

Materialism falls into the physical.  So does the fixation on being young and beautiful—perfect in every way.  I just saw a show where a thirteen-year-old girl was having breast implants. Another, fourteen, was having a nose job.  Both surgeries were gifts from their parents.  What are we thinking that surgeries this extensive and this invasive are being done solely for cosmetic purposes?  Neither of these girls were scarred or had emotional trauma due to their appearance. Both just wanted perfection.

Then we see Hollywood’s icons, those our kids try to emulate, and we see anorexia and substance abuse—horrific challenges—and our kids suddenly feel too fat and are willing to take drastic measures to combat their own weight.  Drastic, unhealthy measures.

While we all want our kids to strive to be their best, does that mean they have to be perfect?  Can anyone measure up to that?  Should they have to?

When did we forget that our unique individuality lies in our imperfections?  Our little flaws that endear us to those who love us?  That create appeal to those we want to attract?  Why don’t we celebrate those things instead of allowing ourselves and our kids to fall under the “nothing less than perfect stands” umbrella mentality?

Balance.  We need balance.  For ourselves and our kids.  Without it we become dysfunctional, and if kids learn what they live—and they do—then how can they help but be dysfunctional, too.

As adults, it’s our job to do not what is popular, but what is right for ourselves and our kids.  If we’re out of control, then they’re out of control.  That brings us to …

EMOTIONAL

 

We’re working hard.  We’re rushed—too much to do, too little time.   Responsibilities hang onto us like leeches, and we’re tired.  So tired, and yet there’s so much more to do.

Our lives are hectic.  We have all these conveniences that are supposed to make life easier, and they do—except we get in the way.  The time we “save” we fill up with other obligations, new responsibilities. We don’t reduce the number of things we do so that we can enjoy a little more quality time with our families.

More often than not, we finish dinner, the kids file off to their rooms and are either on the computer or parked with headphones listening to music.  Talking is interrupting.  Being in the same house qualifies as being together.

If we’re not talking, how do we know what’s going on in each other’s lives?  How do we bond?

I remember years ago a commercial, “Parents, it’s Nine O’clock.  Do you know where your kids are?”  There was a flipside one, too.  “Kids, it’s Nine O’clock.  Do you know where your parents are?”

Too many of us can glibly say, “Sure, on the computer. Sure, in his or her room doing homework.”  But is she? Is he? And exactly what is s/he doing on that computer?

We’ve got a lot of angry kids out there.  We’ve raised them, largely by not being as involved in their lives as parents should be.  We think we are involved because we’re in the same house.  But we really have no idea who they are, their dreams and opinions, their ideas.  We don’t really know what they’re doing.

If we deal with our issues and remain emotionally healthy, the odds of us raising emotionally healthy kids isn’t guaranteed. There are too many other influences. But they’ll have the foundation we’ve helped build in them for guidance and that increases our odds and theirs.

Will it always be pleasant?  No.  But an investment in yourself for yourself and in your kids for your kids is always worthwhile.

And that leads to the third part of what we need to be balanced and find that harmony and contentment and inner peace.

SPIRITUAL

I’m not talking about religion.  I’m talking about the spiritual facets of us.  The part of us that knows right from wrong, can define good and bad.  The part of us that deals with things like loyalty, integrity, honesty, morals and ethics.

In the last two decades, there’s been a decided shift of focus away from these things.  And we all see the results.  People out of control.  Domestic terrorism.  Self-interest elevated to a more significant position than what at core level is right. That “if it’s good for me, I’m doing it. I don’t care who gets hurt” attitude that is toxic to a civil society.

I remember a few years ago being at a conference.  One of the speakers was asked a question about how she got to such an elevated position so quickly.  Her response was that she did whatever she had to do.  And if she knocked people down on the way, she said excuse me as she stepped over their corpses.

We have too many corpses.  And too many who feel repulsed by that kind of conduct but don’t complain because it isn’t prudent.  The absence of voicing dissent has come to be interpreted as acceptance. And before you know it, everyone’s acting that way and tossing their visions of what is right and wrong and appropriate conduct right out the window.

Bluntly put, our collective ethics need serious work. Our morals need an overhaul—and emphasis.  We need to get our collective act together.

In our effort to be tolerant and nonjudgmental, we have again overcompensated, and the consequences we’re paying for that error are steep.  We can’t mention God (that’s intolerant, inconsiderate of others) yet we do tolerate and welcome violent, sexually explicit and emotionally degrading shows and music and opinions/essays—some clips of which can easily be found on the evening news.  (Remember not too long ago, the evening news was so graphic that our six-year-olds were asking us questions like: What is oral sex?

I’m not advocating censorship.  That said, we create markets for types of shows and attitudes through our control of what comes into our homes.  I’m advocating parental responsibility and personal control and personal censorship.  As in, if it is good and constructive, we permit it in our homes and lives.  If it is destructive, we don’t.  The problem is too often there is no personal censorship. Meaning, we don’t deliberately decide no, this isn’t for me or my family, and turn away from it.  Talking to our family and saying, this is not something I want in our lives, and this is why, then speaking openly and honestly about the subject.  Even some television commercials make us decidedly uncomfortable.  But do we teach our kids how to react constructively to that by turning the TV off?  Walking away from the destructive?

We cannot control the world.  That is a fact.  One that makes it imperative we prepare our children to live constructively in the world. Too often, we aren’t giving the kids the tools—and they are not mature enough, even though some of them feel they are, to exercise discerning judgment.

That’s why they are the kids and we are the parents. By our actions, we teach them discerning judgment and to exercise it in a positive way.

My point is this:  if our kids are angry and messed up, odds are one of two things are going on:

 

  1. We’re messed up and they’re emulating us.

 

  1. We’ve been too slack in guiding them so that they can develop the spiritual side of themselves and achieve a healthy balance.

 

WHAT DO WE DO?

We remember that…

Physical + Emotional + Spiritual = Balance

Then we get to work reclaiming our lives—and being there for our kids.

 

DEFINE

  • Look at your life and the lives of your kids. Not what you “think” but what you know. Is quality of life there?  Are all three aspects of you and your kids being addressed and are those aspects integrated in your daily lives.  Church isn’t just for Sunday morning.  The principles and tenets are a lifestyle choice.
  • Are you addressing issues? Listening?Hearing?  Do you encourage discussion on ideas and ideals?  If you haven’t instilled an appreciation and understanding of morals and ethics in your children, in yourself, wherever shall either of you get them?  You can’t dictate these things to yourself or to your kids.  You have to live them; they’re as much a part of you as breathing. Each of us has an internal moral compass.  Assure that yours is healthy.
  • Don’t fall under the false impression that your kids will do what you say.They will watch you, learn from you, and do what you do. Lead by example.

 

 

EVALUATE

  • We have lost respect for boundaries—those lines it is just unacceptable to cross. We do and say things we know we shouldn’t because we want to—and just because we can.Consideration weighs too little, our discretion on what is acceptable and what is not has grown warped.  We need to get a hammer and chisel and get into shape.  All boundaries are not bad.  All limits are not bad.  We hear slogans like “No Limits.”  We’re told, “There are no boundaries except for those you set yourself.”  Again, overcompensation.  Some boundaries and limits are healthy and good, and we shouldn’t toss them out with the ones that would keep us from reaching our full potential. For example, this week a congressional representative resigned under pressure for inappropriate behavior toward a minor.  Word came out that certain individuals were aware of it three years ago.  Yet the conduct wasn’t halted.  Only now has a scandal erupted and forced action.  That is a faulty moral compass, and not just on the individual, but on those who knew and did nothing about it.

 

  • Adults need boundaries. So do kids.Knowing the rules and consequences gives everyone a sense of security.  I’m not suggesting being militant.  I am suggesting that we all define “the best” and then integrate the morals and ethics, conduct and behavior into our lives that will enhance our ability and increase the likelihood that we achieve it.

 

  • On the boundaries and rules we set, we should define and share the consequences.If you do this, expect this result and this consequence.  If you do that, expect this result and this consequence.  In years past, we toed the line because if we didn’t, we wouldn’t like the consequences. Today, too often, there are no consequences.  That is a faulty moral compass.

 

  • A male teen calls a phone sex line.The parents complain about the phone bill, not about the conduct.  Faulty moral compass. Misplaced priority.

 

  • A female teen “borrows” a parent’s cell phone and calls someone she has no business phoning.The parent’s response was that she wasn’t there, or she was there but asleep or otherwise occupied—justifying her inaction, but not addressing the conduct.  Faulty moral compass. Misplaced priority.

 

  • A teen goes online and uploads a post that is filled with filth.The parent’s response is that it’s good for the teen to speak his mind and get his frustrations out, not addressing the problem or the conduct. Faulty moral compass. Misplaced priority.

Why are these reactions deemed by the teens as acceptable?  Because there are no consequences for inappropriate actions.  There is no fear of consequences, no sense of propriety.  No internal alarms going off that this kind of behavior is wrong.  We have a lot of work to do on this front.

 

And it’s judicious work.  We, being the adults, have to anticipate and be prepared for the impact of the actions we take and the impact of the consequences of those actions.  Remember the old saying, “Every action causes a reaction?  Every cause has an effect?”  In many ways, by diminishing the consequences we’ve corrupted the impact.  It is undesirable, but we can’t put the genie back into the bottle.  We have to start where we are to modify our behavior and lead by example, then encourage our kids.  And that brings us to…

 

EMBRACE

Embracing what we’ve defined as good and healthy—for us and our family members.  What is worthy of our time and attention and acceptable, beneficial and the kind of things we want to foster and what we want to eliminate—and must eliminate to find personal balance.

Will it be easy.  Of course not.  Change is never easy.

Can we do it?  Of course.  If we want to change badly enough, we certainly can.

It takes clarity of vision, determination, and discipline.  We have those things—all of us do.  We simply have to choose to tap into them and use them.

We can alter our reality.  The reality we’re living is a reflection of the reality we’ve created. If we don’t like it, then we must embrace those things necessary to change it.

I hope we do.  I hope that we can reel in that which is out of control.  That we can rededicate ourselves to creating personal balance and then extending that balance to our children through example.

If and when we do that—strive for that balance, honoring the physical, emotional and spiritual aspects of us—then, and only then, will we have done our part to cure the root ails in our society.  Only then will we have accepted that responsibility for the way things are comes down to you and me and what we accept and reject.

Only then will we embrace balance, and through it, contentment and inner peace.*

 

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Nora’s Review of SHE WALKS IN POWER

 

 

Nora St. Laurent, Review of She Walks in Power, Christians Read

 

 

She walks in power, review Christians Read, Nora St. Laurent, Marylu  Tyndall

 

She Walks in Power

By MaryLu Tyndall

Published by Ransom Press

ISBN# 978-0—7-167139

Release Date August 30, 2016

322 Pages

Genre(s):  Fantasy, Historical Christian Fiction, Romantic

 

 

NORA’S REVIEW:  I was hooked by this Robin Hood type story from the first page. This story is written through Alexia’s point of view. She protects the forest like Robin Hood did.Having gone to Catholic church and had first communion there I could relate to both main characters and their biblical view point.

This is the first paragraph, “Alexia D’Clere slide an arrow from her quiver, nocked it in her bow, and drew back the bowstring wind whipped through the branches of the large maple tree above her, stirring a whirlwind of leaves and needless across the forest floor. But Alexia’s gaze followed three men a top horses, accompanying a coach down an access road through Emerald forest – the three men who had ventured off the main trail and dared to penetrate the circle of the Spear. To what purpose?”

Alexia looks forward to the“day when everyone will be able to read the bible.”

Ronar doesn’t know what to think about this thought. No one was allowed to touch the bible let along read it. I liked this aspect of the story because I went through the same process.

This is a suspense story filled with action and venture as good vs evil. There’s a spiritual struggle with flawed characters the author has you root for as they fight the good fight for faith, love and family through unbearable hardships. There is also a sweet romance story in the middle of all the drama. This makes for an adventurous read and one that would work well for your next book club pick.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher.I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

 

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Healing Scars by Bridget A. Thomas

There is a Cuban food truck in my town. My husband and I go there once in a while for a delicious Cuban sandwich. There is usually a man doing the cooking and a woman who takes the orders, gets the drinks, etc. I don’t know her name, but I like her. I like her because she calls me “Mommy.” (Perhaps this is how she addresses all the female customers?) She is younger than me, but I don’t think she is young enough for me to be her mother. But it still makes me feel good. Why? Because no one else on this earth calls me Mommy or Mom or Mother or Mama. (Unless you want to include my dogs, but they can’t talk!)

“Do you have children?” I am asked that question often. Usually it comes up when meeting someone new. For most people it is a normal question, similar to commenting on the weather. But for me it hurts every time. I have not been blessed with children. And it is the one thing in life that I long for the most – to carry a baby in my arms, whether my own flesh and blood, or adopted. To nurture and care for a child is one of the greatest gifts. But it is one that I have not experienced.

There are times when I believe I have actually accepted this about my life, until the subject comes up in a conversation. And then I know that I am still harboring the hurt, the rejection, and the regret of not having a child. The pain is raw once again. Deep down I long to be open and genuine, fully embracing my situation. But when I am open, I often regret it. Whoever I am speaking to will make a comment that reopens the scar.

There have been times when I would run and turn to my friends for comfort. And at the time I might receive a small bit of reassurance. But the comfort doesn’t last. My mistake is that I don’t turn to THE Comforter. One night as I lay in bed, a favorite Bible verse went through my head. It was Romans 8:28 (NLT) which says, “And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to His purpose for them.” It’s a verse I wholeheartedly believed… except when it came to this one thing. I felt that being a mother was the single most important thing a woman could do. Raising a child would give my life meaning and purpose. Without that one thing, I had to wonder why I was even here.

But that night as I began to seek sleep, God brought that verse to mind. Suddenly I was wide awake as I heard Him whisper, “Yes, even with that.” Remembering that moment brings tears to my eyes. Knowing that in my deepest pain, God was there to soothe the scrapes and bruises on my heart.

And then I knew that I had to make a choice. Either I believed God or I didn’t.

Perhaps you are facing a similar pain in your life. It might not be about children necessarily. Maybe it was a choice from your past that you regret. Or it could be a dream you long to see fulfilled. Whatever might be weighing on you today, remember that God has a way of making things more beautiful than we could ever imagine. He can take the biggest disappointments and create an amazing testimony. Lay it all down at God’s feet. Your regrets, your broken dreams, your fears, and your suffering. He can and will work all things together for good. He will pick up every jagged piece of your life, place them all together like a jigsaw puzzle, and create a beautiful masterpiece, if you allow Him to.

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Advice to a First Year University Student

The universities from which I graduated often ask me for things (mostly money). One, a secular, government-run institution, recently asked me to contribute a short note of encouragement and advice to a first year student. I agreed. And then I discovered that my note was to be limited to 150 characters (25-30 words). It is difficult to condense my approach to university education to 25 words and still say something meaningful. Therefore, I composed the somewhat longer version that follows.

To a First Year University Student:

You have been given a wonderful opportunity. Your university is a vast reservoir of knowledge, and you have been given the privilege of scooping out as much as you can.

When I first enrolled as a university student, I determined to learn as much as I could, in class and out of it. I was convinced that if I did that, the marks would take care of themselves. And I was right.

So, my advice is: Pursue knowledge with a passion. Learn as much as you can.

Feel free to challenge what your professors are teaching you—especially if you can offer evidence that they are wrong rather than just an alternative opinion.

Question everything. And I mean everything.

Question Donald Trump, but also question Hillary Clinton.

Question Adam Smith, but also question Karl Marx.

Question multinational corporations such as Imperial Oil, but also question social activist agencies such as Greenpeace.

Question John Calvin and C.S. Lewis, but also question Bertrand Russell and Christopher Hitchens.  

Question James Dobson, but also question Margaret Sanger.

Question Pascal, Descartes, Augustine, and Aquinas, but also question Freud, Jung, Einstein, and Asimov.

Question Ptolemy and Isaac Newton, but also question Copernicus and Charles Darwin.

In short, pursue knowledge and truth fearlessly, without prejudices and preconceptions. You might be surprised where it leads you.

A final word. The university system was founded by Christians, and it is possible that your specific university was also founded by Christians, who dreamed that it would expand opportunities for learning and knowledge. The current leaders of your university are quite likely embarrassed by that Christian heritage and want to pretend that it did not exist. But question everything. Roads do not all lead in one direction. When I was there, the university I attended was headed in the opposite direction to that of its Christian founders, and it has continued to head in that direction. But there were also students whose search for truth led them back to the Christian faith of the founders. Some students today still find themselves following that path. Maybe you will be one of them.

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My Boundary (by Hannah Alexander)

S1440018How many times have you seen a No Trespassing sign in the past year? Even here in wide open Wyoming, we have those signs. Of course, here, there’s usually a public road that goes through the land, which we can drive on but cannot fish, hunt, camp, or do anything but drive through if we stay on the road.

Many times, a barrier might seem offensive to us, but as in our interstate, which goes just south of the town, I really love seeing those high fences on either side. It means the mule deer, pronghorn, moose, and elk are less likely to be on the road when we’re driving at night. Not totally unlikely, but less likely.

The rock fence Mel is standing in front of, for instance, might have saved many a hiker from falling to his or her death far below.

We all have boundaries in our lives. Our own skin is a boundary that keeps us safe from the world around us. Our home is a boundary where strangers cannot come in and take over our lives–or shouldn’t. And in most states, we have the right to stop them if they try.

There are other boundaries that are more subtle. For instance, when I was a teen in school, sometimes I would make friends with someone who crossed my personal boundaries, trying to force me to break the moral code with which I was raised. If I ignored their demands, they would verbally abuse me. Now, I was often a wild child as a teenager, but even then, I had a certain independence that helped me keep some boundaries up and resist others when they tried to force their will on me. I lost friends this way, but really? Were they friends in the first place?

I belong to a group of women who like to study the Bible together, and this fall we’re studying the book Boundaries by Dr. Henry Cloud and Dr. John Townsend. I’ve read and studied this book three times now, and I learn something new every time. Cloud and Townsend teach us how to allow God to control our lives, and how to resist the control others attempt to force on us. I have learned that my independence in many instances is not selfish at all, but allows me to do what God called me to do, and not be derailed by those who would attempt to wrest control of my life from God’s hands.

In fact, just recalling what I learned from this book before has helped me realize that I’m allowing all kinds of distractions into my life that have kept me from my true calling, which is writing. I may lose friends because I won’t have as much time for other activities, but I have a feeling my true friends will gladly accept and enjoy the real me.

How about you? Are there places in your life where others–friends, family, even pets–have managed to gain the upper hand and distracted you from your true self? Your true calling? Why don’t you join us and study Boundaries and see how to reset the controls in your own life?

 

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Thanks by Tara Randel

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I’m in deep deadline mode, but surfaced to catch up on some chores.  I went down my to-do list, stopping when I came to the reminder to write this post. As I thought about what I wanted to write, the idea of thankfulness kept coming to my mind. Since I know when to listen to my inner voice, that’s exactly what I did.

Thankfulness comes for a variety of reasons. I don’t know about you, but thankfulness to God the Father for everything He’s done for me comes first on my list, followed closely by family and good friends. I don’t take those in my life for granted, after all, where would I be without the people who enrich my life? So thank you to the people in my life who support me because I have a job I love.

As I came across some scriptures for a Bible study I’m doing, this verse caught my attention.

and he has filled him with the Spirit of God, with wisdom, with understanding, with knowledge and with all kinds of skills—Ex 35:31

This passage was about those entrusted with the work of making the tabernacle a special place for the Lord’s presence. But the words stopped me. With all kinds of skills.

God has given us talents and abilities. It’s up to us to discover what those are and live them to the fullest. It took me many years before I realized I could use my gift of storytelling as a career. God blessed me with this and every day I thank him because I get to write stories that I hope will touch people’s lives. That will perhaps give someone a couple hours of joy. Trust me, I realize what a gift and privilege this is. So I also ask for wisdom from the Holy Spirit as I come up with story ideas and reach my daily word count on my works in progress.

And since I get to be an author, I want to thank readers for taking the time to choose to read books. We live in a very busy world with lots of entertainment options within our reach. Social media seems to dominate our culture. Picking up a book or ereader is a big deal. I don’t take your support lightly.

Give thanks with a grateful heart
Give thanks to the Holy One
Give thanks because He’s given Jesus Christ, His Son

Don’t you just love the beginning of this song by Don Moen? I’ve been singing it for two days.

Here are some scriptures I love.

Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:18

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever. 1 Chronicles 16:34

I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds. Psalm 9:1

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. Philippians 4: 6

Today I want to tell you I appreciate you and send you a great big thank you!

 

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