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Jesus refered to himself in comparisons to so many elements of his creation ~ light, wind, water for example.  He refered to life as being like a flower, and fig trees.  He spoke of harvests and shepherding. He was able to make his points by making reference to the things in the everyday lives of the people he ministered to.  I have always loved that he prayed in a garden.  I am always taken to a

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That's GOD...:)

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One of my favorite things in life is early morning light.  I love to awake just as the light is breaking. Or a bit before so that I can be somewhere special to enjoy it.  If we are out in woodlands or some other natural setting, one of the indicators that sun-up is near, is the first chirp of awakening birds. It is possible to be in perfect silence and the darkest hour of the day, moments before

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Some days I awake with a list running in my head of all the things I want to get done, and I think, "How will I ever catch up?" But lately, I have been waking with the same lists, and suddenly being thankful that I have things to hold in anticipation. I don't want to be in a trap of dreading the workload the way I did in years gone by. I want to be thankful for a day full of things I can do,

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My children when they wanted back into my good graces, brought me tiny flowers from the grasses, or twigs, snake eggs... the ususal. Anything to reconnect.  Being in the florist industry for a lot of years, I saw a lot of flowers sent by men who wished to reopen doors with spouses or girlfriends.  Also, so many sent flowers just prior to first dates. We often saw businesses send flowers to new

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I knew that giving is a theme from the heart of God, but I never really put it into a big picture.  It is a BIG theme in the desires of God's heart.  Proverbs 18:16 says it is a key to opening doors into the presence of great men, a means of making room for you in a place where perhaps there wasn't room. For the next few days I want to make note of the verses and occassions that share this

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When Jesus came, everything changed in this world.  Joseph Prince made a couple of illustrations this morning that really took my understanding of the darkness along the path illustration to a new level. Each time we go to the Old Testament to find how to live better, we run the risk of taking on a legal view of how God wants us to live. How can we rebuff the laws and admonitions of the God we

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Men who sought to know God in the days of the Old Testament were seeking God’s direction on their lives just as we do today.  Each one who was a seeker, linked wisdom directly with knowing the mind of God about how to act, live, and relate in this world.  They truly wanted to have the character of God, to the best of their ability to understand it. But, looking to the Commandments and the Laws,

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Proverbs 4:26 Ponder the Path of thy feet.Plan - Prepare - ProsperPick out particular words from scripture and Put away the Precious Promises.Then, Perform the Perfect Will of God. Find the truths of God that will strengthen your resolve"when  the going gets rough."

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When trials and frustrations erupt into our lives like explosions, I find that 90% of our stress is created by miscommunication, or misunderstanding. Our reactions to the stress usually indicate the status of our the weariness of our body, mind and soul. And our ability to trust God to take care of things. Feelings of insecurity develop after we lose loved ones, and endure losses of life's

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In my last post on Gethsemane, I mentioned that I had left fingerprints from pastels on one art piece that I transferred by accident to another.  I also said that it was easy enough to paint over the flaws, and because I now have the clear sleeves to permantly cover the pages, the art would be protected in the future. As I read it back this morning, because I hadn't proof read it well when I

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The sweetest gifts that we receive to me are the ones someone gives in response to God's bidding.  Sometimes people don't even know when they have given a gift from God, they just do something nice. But God knows our hearts desires, and he often uses people to give those desires to us as gifts. Two such gifts stand out in my mind this year, and they are the kind of thing, no one else would

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This will be the last year I will make flower arrangements as gifts for my husbands work family.  It began over 10 years ago that we needed gifts for them, that Jimmy took a craft arrangement from our "shop" days, to use as inspiration for something to make that they would enjoy at Christmas.  He piled tiny hemlock pine cones in a small round vase, and decorated it for Christmas. Each year

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Yesterday was the day I scheduled to decorate my Christmas Tree. Heather helped me with the lights, what a blessing, but like every other year, as I put the last three sets of a different kind of lights on, all of one of the earlier sets went out. I jiggled bulbs, but no luck. So I decided to just not care whether they worked or not. I was going to enjoy putting on the decorations. My pitiful

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Christmas angels so don't represent the Bible description of angels...but they do fill my girly love of frilly dolls. I have to give a great big thanks to my husband for being more supportive than ever in helping me get the Christmas stuff pulled out and in place this year.  He has never liked the "decorating" part of Christmas, but likes for me to do it.  In other words, he likes the

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I don't exactly know why Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, but it is. I love the smell of the foods cooking, and I actually love cooking it, but I love it traditionally the way my MOM cooked it.  I don't like changing it up much.  Some of my favorite foods, are now some of the foods that I can't or shouldn't eat.  The health thing gets in the way the older you get.  Shouldn't have the fruit

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See the note below on how this picture applies to this blog.   I am not sure why I never really considered the truths of Galatians 3 and 4 and prized them as much as I have recently. It is a valuable tool in understanding that we should not place our souls into the mish-mash of trying to determine our eternity based on how well we keep the commandments. Where did the Christian community go so

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Today, my neighbor's grandchild died.  I am so sorry for this family who has prayed and loved the little one to the age of 7 months.  But since the Lord decided to take her home, I can so relate.  When God chose to take my little grand-daughter, it took me forever to see her in Heaven.  I knew in my heart she was there, but I just couldn't get past the grave. I pray for this family, and the

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This morning the leaves from the trees are falling like flakes of snow, softly making shadows through every window in the house. Since I was a child, one of the things that made me feel God was present most was the constantcy of the seasons.  When the leaves fell, and the cold came I wondered why God made winter. I was much older of course when I understood the parallels between the season of

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AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!WHAT A BLESSING

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Today on My Wings Are Made of Faith, I wrote a blog about Unconditional Love. When I sat down to post it, on Thursday, I had a migraine that had almost grown to full force. I don't know about other people's strong headaches, but I know that mine sort of grow to an intensity that I can no longer stand, and then when I have finally taken enough meds to knock it out, I crash and sleep for hours. 

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Today's devotion from Joseph Prince, speaks of the burnt offerings in the temple having a sweet fragrance before God.  I have to admit, that when I think of the Temple, it sometimes seems like a grusome slaughter house.  I understand that it provided the food for the temple staff, and I even can stretch my mind around the concept of how these sacrifices picture Christ's death meeting the many

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I recently was able to make Spence a friend on Facebook, son of one of my husband's cousins - a long time friend and precious family. But we moved away before I got to know Spence very well.  At a family event I was introduced to his ability to sketch and asked him to consider being a member of a gallery of Artists that I was considering blogging about.  He said he would consider and when I had

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My personal prayer garden has to include flowers. But I am not entirely sure that the actual Garden Of Gethsemane had flowers except when the Olive Trees bloomed.  I have often searched for information that gave a more realistic look at what the garden where Jesus prayed may have looked like.  This week I finally found information that gave me a more truthful look.  I have come to realize that

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My sister had invited me to come meet her new love. I can't remember if they were married yet, but I think they were.  Mom had done the unthinkable, and had sent my sister packing from home.  Mama couldn't accept her free spirit, and because of that we hadn't seen her for several months. My husband had become concerned about her and had begun searching for her earlier, and discovered someone

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My key board is a blessing to me. Is it merely a coincidence that there are a lot of 2's involved in playing it? A Bible word that puzzled me as a child was the word Blessing, or Blessed.  People always pronounced it Bless - ed. To so many, the blessings of God revolve around physical and financial needs being met, but after closer examination, I found it not to be so true with God.  Instead,  

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I have a heavy heart, this week. There are several reasons, but mostly that close friends and family are struggling with the realities of life and death. Only God can ultimately control whether life on this earth will continue, and it is important to hope for life, choose life, live like you have chosen life.  There is no wrong in living even while facing death. To the very end.  As long I guess

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The more we are able to see ourselves as in the image of God, the more clearly we will see ourselves as a reflection of Him when we find ourselves mirrored in His word.  The great risk however, is that when we fall short, fail to mirror God in some way, and have previously been so bold as to emulate Christ publically, verbally, wholeheartedly….then Satan is quick to declare loudly, publically,

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 The more someone who is over you lords over you, the less they are walking in the Spirit of God.  This is a good policy by which to gage politicians, marriage partners, and church pastors. It is also a gage for parents and teachers.  God created us with an innate ability to increase in so many ways when allowed to make choices.  We have reasoning skills, and response skills.  They are both God

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This entire principle is tied up in understanding God’s opposite – Satan.  Scriptures help us understand that Satan, was once as esteemed among God’s creations as any.  Satan however, wanted to elevate himself to a position of being a god, with power to Lord over elements of creation, to have things and beings subjugated to him.  He saw the position of being God as being an obtainable goal.  He

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On a week when it rains as much as it has while this hurricane turned tropical storm has dumped it’s payload of the Gulf of Mexico onto the interior of the US, I wish I truly had a garden to which I could go now that the sun has broken through.  Hallelujah for being able to see that there is a universe beyond the clouds.  We so needed the rain that I am thankful, but I need a flower to help me

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 Life all around me is changing, and I am struggling to keep up.  But for once in my life I am forgiving myself for the times when I just can't get things done, and allowing that to become my reason to arise with peace, not stress in the mornings.  Having something to do, is not what I live for, but what gives me the joy to know I have a purpose.  I don't think I will ever run out of things I

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Truth is the issue. Attitude is the objective. Position in Christ is the place. Relationship is the reason. God's will is the plan. God's timing is the order. God's standards are the boundaries. Dressing (in the whole armor and spiritual robing) is the ritual. Communication is the vehicle. Perspective is the focus. Balance is the goal. Moderation is the measure. Witnessing is the work

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Isaiah 28:9-12 Whom shall he teach knowlege? and whom shall he make to understand doctrine? they who are weaned from the milk, and drawn from the breasts... For Precept must be upon Precept, Precept upon Precept; Line upon Line, Line upon Line; here a little and there a little.  For with stammering lips and another tongue will He speak to his People. To whom He said: this is the rest wherewith

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It is difficult to understand the when and why of pain and suffering.  Sometimes it seems as if God views us like little ants to be squished with no thought of our pain and suffering, until we remember that he experienced excruciating pain and suffering on the cross.  The cross was just as much a message to us that he understands our helplessness when we face anything that causes us pain or

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Today is a day of rejoicing for answered prayer in my life.  Not only in mine but in my husband's as well. I think a blog about seeking God's input into my life must also deal with the answered prayer.  Each day he answers my prayers in some way. God has provided in a special way in our lives and I just want to praise him for it. As we began to pray for the Lord to meet our needs, my husband

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For some time now, we have been in a "wait on the Lord mode."  I haven't wanted to ask God to do things in my life. Instead, I have just wanted Him to choose and do what ever was in His will.  He has totally supported us, kept us, and led us, 'cause I just had to give up trying to figure out what to do.  It isn't a bad place to be, because in essence we should always be seeking His will anyway,

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Lately the Lord has seen fit to answer prayer that's been in my heart log for a very long time.  Answers to prayer that come according to God's timing are worthy of praise even more than the quickly answered ones.  I like knowing that in His time he answers the prayers that I sometimes forget. Lately, however, He has answered prayers that I have simply asked that His will be done.  And I have

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Sometimes I call up a prayer to God out of desperation.  Sometimes I don't attend to the issues in life until they are upon me and I am playing a game of rapid catch up on my prayers. Sometimes I have prayed earnestly for the same thing over and over, wondering, what am I praying wrong.  Silly me. If I have any inkling that I will have a need, or I have knowledge of what I must do for the day

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Lord Bless America and bring our hearts back to you. Save the lost. Draw us once more to return to you as a nation. Open the eyes of our children, and grandchildren and speak to them Holy Spirit.  Please help American Christians once more speak the truth from thy Word. Bring us again to our first love, and restore your Power within us.  Bless Us Lord, for we need an awakening. As we bring troops

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The hymn Sweet Hour of Prayer was written by W.W. Walford and Wm. B Bradbury. It is contained in the Broadman Hymnal to which I often refer, from the 1940 edition. Pg. 263 The authors note the following things about prayer in the words to their song: 1. "that calls me from a world of care" (it is a time to step away from the cares) 2. "at my Father's throne, make all my wants and wishes known" (

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Today is a day of rejoicing for answered prayer in my life.  Not only in mine but in my husband's as well. I think a blog about seeking God's input into my life must also deal with the answered prayer.  Each day he answers my prayers in some way. God has provided in a special way in our lives and I just want to praise him for it. As we began to pray for the Lord to meet our needs, my husband

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My husband's precious cousin said in a Chat today: "May God hug us and give us comfort, that the devil himself could not change, for the power of God is greater than the devil himself." I am posting this with her permission and delighted to see her faith. It is a blessing to think of God holding us so close that his comforting hug is all we need to not fear the wiles of Satan. It is a place

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In every language, country, or place From the depths of  the ocean to dark outer space ~ It is the same God, same Savoir, same grace That lights the dark in our hearts; for Sin to erase~ He bids us now - steady, run the race, He, joyous freedom grants us to approach his smiling face.  Lift us Lord, out of our mire, Walk by me Lord is my desire. Whisper, please in still small voice, Remind me

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One day while I was driving and my mind was racing...I have to be here by...I hope I didn't make a mistake in my checkbook...God why do I have to always cut it so short... all these bills to pay, never enough money... As I approached the stop light to turn left, I heard the still small voice of God, catching me off guard, "I am not your father." "What?' I thought. "God I know you are not my

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“The wise man built his house upon a rock…and the house on the rock stood firm." (click here for all the words to this song.) These lines, from a song we taught children, which refer to a Bible parable warning not to build a house on shifting sand, make it seem so easy to do something well. All you have to do is find the solid rock.  Of course, the message is that Jesus is the rock.  So we

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An Old hymn called - "I Will Sing the Wondersous Story", in its second verse, says: "I was lost but Jesus found me, found the sheep that went astray, Threw His loving arms around me, drew me back into His way." The picture Christ elaborated upon, of the 23rd Psalm, in which we are the Sheep and our "Savoir" is the Shepherd is one Christ knew we would need if we found ourselves in a mess far

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As a child I thought casting bread on the water was the silliest scripture. (Ecclesiates 11:1) I simply could not imagine any reasonable spiritual application from such a silly saying.  On My Wings Are Made of Faith, Friday of this week, my blog speaks of how having a voice, no matter how small in our eyes, is a voice nonetheless. Speaking in meekness is not weak. When it has the power of God

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As I have said before, I love cemeteries.  It isn’t macabre, its interesting because I am a genealogist, researcher.  But I have always loved the architectural nature of the stones, and the testimonies of the saints on them.  Upon finding their stones, and then looking up more history, I am amazed how often I find preachers and ministers among my ancestors. But it is the simplest poem sometimes

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Now abideth faith, hope, love (charity), these three - but the greatest of these is love.                               I Corinthians 13:13

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Last year, Mother’s Day was about my Mother. We didn’t know if Mama would be here for Mother’s Day this year, so we made the day especially for her.  She was OK with it for a few minutes, but spent a lot of the day not knowing who people were. While she was able to know us, we took pictures, of which I am so proud and thank God for the opportunity to have taken them. She wore a sweater with one

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It is such a pleasure to share that the Lord has blessed me with the opportunity to join two lovely ladies, Christy Eggert and Lori Cole, while we share our walk with God and inspirations from Him.  It will be a collaboration from our hearts and In Jesus Name at Christy's blog:"My Wings Are Made Of Faith" .   Also check out Lori's page, "Dancing In the Rain" where you will find the joy of her

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Sometimes I can walk on nothingness,~Sometimes I can face Hell with a water pistol~But, sometimesAll the angels together couldn't push me there...Into His Will anonymous

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Thy will be done… My mother used to say: "I can't never did do anything."  She is right when we take a pouty "I can't" attitude toward everything we try.  It isn't that I can't do what God would have me do. Scripture says: "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." We have an assurance, that if it is within His will, He will back us up. I have to remind myself to not back away from

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Thy Will Be Done…. I was thinking the other day, how on a couple of occasions, someone wronged me and I just said, "Lord this one is above me, I don't know how to handle it. I am going to do what I should do more often and let You take care of that person."  On at least one occasion, the person actually died in a horrific way within a day or two, and I was struck by the "fear of God," as the

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When Jesus taught His disciples to pray one day, He prayed, "Thy will be done." When I was a little girl, I often thought about whether my prayers included the "thy will be done" part.  I was so attuned to wanting to please God. It was so childlike.  I have read that a large percentage of what a child does is based on pleasing first parents, and later teachers, etc.  This is why children are

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 My sister's symbol that God hears her prayers is the presence of Geese. When I was a little girl, my sister prayed for an ailment that had tormented me off and on for several years.  When I was about 8, my hands and feet broke out and cracked so badly that just walking or using my pencil for schoolwork resulted in oozing liquid that hardened and cracked, which led to bleeding, on my

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I have been looking at great length for my ancestors, and I have a rather large file, which I feel confident is highly accurate, because I have gleaned most of my information from piles of documents.  I have stacks of cousins and family members that I can't get recorded in the more recent dates over the last 100 years.  But the older ancestors, I have most things entered.  I branched out trying

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On my children's theme page, called Scripture Pages for Ryder and his Friends, you will find the Baby Bug Posters to help teach about faith to youngsters.  But following that theme, I found that Oriental Trading Co. has great projects and planning instructions for hours of fun based on bugs.  Check out: http://tradingideas.orientaltrading.com/educators/k-6/lesson-plans/bugs-lesson-plan Kids will

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I missed the wedding of Diana and Charles 30 years ago.  I can scarcely believe it was 30 years ago. But I was sad that I did, so I made it a point to see William and Catherine.  Partly because I liked Diana, and hated what happened to her, and partly becasue I watched the story of how Will and Kate met, and the trials of getting to where they are.  William seems genuinely willing to do

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When I started to write my blog this morning, I fell into writing from my emotions, all spilling out from yesterday. It doesn't take a storm so epic to leave emptiness in its wake. But something epic leaves me in an incredulous state about its power. There is absolutely nothing we can do about any of the powerful things that can reshape our planet, tsunami's, hurricanes, fires, tornadoes,

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And very early in the morning the first day of the week, they came unto the sepulchre at the rising of the sun. And they said among themselves, who shall roll us away the stone from the door of the sepulchre? And when they looked, they saw that the stone was rolled away: for it was very great. And entering into the sepulchre, they saw a young man sitting on the right side, clothed in a long white

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When the Holy Spirit began to tug at my heart to find out about Jesus' role in my eternal future, I was about 8 or 9 years old.  I don't know if I was more curious than some or was just displaying my analytic side that young, but I dissected every little detail about "getting saved."  It took me months, maybe a year, to "understand" how to be saved.  First of all, no one said as Jesus did: "You

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When I was young, any time I thought about what the Savoir did for us on the cross, I would cry tears of pure joy.  I was genuinely sad that he suffered so much and sometimes, it was tears of sorrow for his pain.  Although it was over and done so many years ago, His dying on the cross touched my heart, and I so loved Him for it, that tears just welled up from the intensity of the feeling.  In

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Rejoice in the Lord, always, and again I say, Rejoice. Phillipians 4:4(Thank you Dr Hudson for searing this verse into our brains. Wish you were still there reminding us. Purhaps I should pay it forward. But from you it never seemed trite or repetitive. Every time I heard your voice, I remebered the Joy of the Lord.)  Our Lord said that the faith of a child could work miracles. (paraphrased) I

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When trauma has ruled my life for any significant time, - days, weeks, months - at a time, I find myself with a heavy heart.  And I wonder, why do I feel so heavy hearted when trauma is something that happens to me, not that I cause. I feel pangs of sadness and for some reason I begin to have dreams and daydreamy like memories of things that caused trauma in days long gone.  My husband hates this

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This morning on facebook I noticed a familiar face and chatted with her a while. We have only talked once or twice a year sometimes and I had thought I lost contact with her. But she was persistant and got back in touch with me. I was soooo glad. We don't say anything phenominal when we make contact, we just catch up and are glad when everyone's OK, or pray when they are not. She has been through

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I love cemeteries.  Especially the older ones.  Often when I am taking photos there, I find beautiful old iron work that has stood the test of time, much better than even the stones sometimes.  Once I took a picture of a fence post finial, and I hated the background noise.  It distracted so much from the picture that I longed for the day that I could erase the background and do something

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I awoke to a beautiful morning, and in spite of financial weights, felt safe in my home, and alive. Then the news reminded me that there are a lot of places in this world where that would not be true. And my next thought was for missionary friends of mine. I don't wish to stay long this morning, because I want my garden prayer to be focused. I simply ask the Lord to bless and protect missionaries

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As genealogists hunting for information in cemeteries across the Eastern US, my husband and I find thousands of indications of faith among our ancestors. But my favorite testimony of all time is written on a base plate stone that supports a very realistic looking angel statue in Key West Florida.  The stones there are bleached whiter than stones in some cemeteries. And some of the graves are

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Sometimes it is tough to do what you know God has you doing. It seems that so many other people think you should be doing something you are not. And what you are doing doesn't suit many people. I have tried so often to get a job doing something besides making flower arrangements. I have been treated like I was unintelligent, because I was a floral designer. I sometimes wonder what my life would

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  As I was searching through old hymns, snippetts of an old song began to play in my head, but I just couldn't remember more than one complete line..."I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses...." I knew this song was more familiar to me than that. What made me sad, was these are the songs I loved and no one sang them much anymore. So I began to sing it out loud. And after

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Squash Blossom A garden is a place you return to each planting season. And then each evening when you pick the beans or corn. We return in the early morning sun to water and weed. It is where the farmer must go at season's end to plow under the wilted plants to nourish the soil. For so many reasons, it is a place to come back to. That means it is a place of belonging. You never feel out of

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It is impossible to be in a garden of any kind and not begin to be slightly annoyed at the critters either buzzing at your head or crawling over your feet. I never come in the house after taking pics or working in a flower garden without taking a shower, and it's not just to get the dirt off.  I have to check for ticks, and hopefully get the sumac and poison ivy oils off me. While in my garden, I

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I always wanted a prayer garden.  A place where I could tuck myself away amidst flowers and vines, down a path away from people and work, to where I could be inspired by God's beautiful things to comune with just Him.  In a way, when I take nature and macro floral pictures, I feel like I am looking closely into the place where God's mind is. I feel awed by the colors, shapes and fragrances of a

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