Friday, January 30, 2015

Faith Is~









 
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Thursday, January 29, 2015

Lacking Nothing~

I'm sure you've heard the old saying, "waste not, want not".

My mother was as dependable as a rock about quoting this particular saying whenever I sat at the table with a plate of liver and onions in front of me or anytime my plate was home to some sort of creature that used to reside in the sea. (Hmm....looking back on it, the fact that I'm now a vegetarian isn't that odd, after all. But, I digress).

The point then and now is simply this.

It you don't use something in its entirety,
if you fail to
guzzle the very last drop,
swallow the very last crumb,
squeeze out the very last bit,
you may later find yourself coming up short and wishing you had.
You might find yourself  "wanting".

The other day, as I was driving home from work, listening to my favorite Christian radio station, a short, simple, to the point statement, by the DJ got me thinking.

"Nothing is wasted in God's Kingdom."

The word nothing always gets me thinking.  When used in conjunction with God's Kingdom, my mind simply had no choice but to whirl this thought around and around and around.

Nothing.
If nothing is wasted, then everything must be used.
Right?

As this idea tried to wind its way from my head to my heart, I thought about one of the most quoted scriptures of the Bible.


And we know that all things 
work together for good 
to them that love God, 
to them who are the called according to his purpose.
~Romans 8:28



All things.  Everything.  Nothing wasted.

God has a purpose for every single thing in our life.
The good.
The bad.
The happy.
The sad.

It is God's desire to use them all for good.
Sometimes, though, I wonder if I thwart His plan.

Sometimes,
when I go through a heartache,
Value Unused = Waste
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instead of allowing God to use it for good,
in bitterness or anger,
I turn up my nose,
push it away,
and turn my back on the whole thing.

Sometimes,
when I don't want to suffer,
I waste the heartache,
because instead,
I willfully choose to
detour around the purpose in the pain,
miss out on the lesson in the tears,
and sadly,
forgo the blessing that is waiting to be squeezed out.

I want what I want and in my wanting I end up in want.

As a child, I didn't want to eat my liver and onions - no matter how many times my mother told me they would give me iron or assured me they were "good" for me.  And, because I didn't want to, sometimes (when my stubbornness won out and my mom was wore out) I didn't. Instead, I went to bed hungry and in want of something to fill my stomach and ease my hunger pains.

It's the same spiritually.

There is nothing wasted in God's Kingdom
UNLESS, you and I choose to waste the blessing God has placed before us.

You and I won't walk away from the table of God's will hungry and still in need of spiritual nourishment
UNLESS, we choose to refuse the feast God has served us.

Now, as an adult, I am mindful of mindlessly throwing away that which can be salvaged, recycled, or re-used.  I try to be a good steward of the money and the possessions God has lavished upon me.

Shouldn't the same be true in my spiritual life?

A chance to comfort others with the comfort I've been given,
an opportunity to learn from the pain and grow in the strain,
an invitation to become more like Jesus through it all -
all these are too priceless to throw out the backdoor of my heart,
and into the dumpster of life.

How I (and possibly you, too)
need to glean all I can from the ALL of my life.
How I (and possibly you, too)
need to reach out, embrace, and guzzle up every last drop of the pain.
How I (and possibly you, too)
need to reach down,
pull out all the stops,
and squeeze out every last bit of blessing from each and every teardrop.

How we need to
endure,
persevere,
press on,
so, in the end,
we won't be found in want,
but rather,
we will be found in Him,
in Christ Jesus,
complete, and lacking nothing*. ~♥

* James 1:4






 
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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

The Work of His Hand~

So many times, we look at our epic fail and all we see is failure.

We see what didn't go right,
what didn't happen,
what didn't come close to working,
and the us who didn’t come close to succeeding, AGAIN.
As far as the eye can see, all we can see is our F-A-I-L-U-R-E and our identify all rolled up in one messy mistake, one fabulous flop, one despicable disaster.

And yet,
hidden among the ruins,
buried in the debris,
left behind in the ashes is something worth looking for -
something of irreplaceable value,
something we won't find any place else,
something we can only discover in the face of failure.

And, that is this:
we are not defined by the work of our hands; we are defined by the work of His hands.




So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them;  
male and female he created them.   
~Genesis 1:27 (NIV)

Instead, we are God’s accomplishment, created in Christ Jesus to do good things.
 God planned for these good things to be the way that we live our lives.
~ Ephesians 2:10 (CEB)

So,
the cake fell,
the fort blew over with the first breeze,
the manuscript was rejected,
the baby bit the babysitter,
the foolproof plan back fired.

It happens.  But, what shouldn’t happen after it happens, is what usually happens next.

We head to the bathroom, and with tears in our eyes, 
we look in the mirror and see one thing and one thing only:
F-A-I-L-U-R-E.   

We point our finger at the reflection staring back and speak words that wound our heart, reaching down to the deepest place of our being.  We bruise and batter our own spirit. We take our defeat and allow it to defeat us.

We are so convinced the who of who we are is somehow wrapped up in the do of what we do, and yet nothing could be further from the truth.  We aren’t human doings, we are human beings - beings who live and move and have our very being in God.

Who we are is a precious creation sculpted by God’s own hand, designed in God’s own image.
Who we are is a child of the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords.
Who we are is who we are in and through Christ Jesus, our Lord.

In the agony of defeat, our gracious Heavenly Father longs for us to see His identify shining through. In the middle of our mistake, God longs for us to see ourselves as He sees us. In the moments that make us feel most unlovable, God desires for us to experience His love that knows no end.

So, we failed.

It happens.  And, what should happen after it happens, is grace.

We should head straight to the throne room of Heaven, and with tears in our eyes, 
we should see one thing and one thing only: 
G-R-A-C-E.   

As we point our eyes heavenward and see our  reflection hidden in that of our Heavenly Father, we should hear His words speaking healing to our heart, reaching down to the deepest place of our being. 

“You are mine. 
I created you and I love you.   
I always have. 
I always will.
You are precious in my sight.”

This is the treasure waiting for us in the rubble of failure.

We are not defined by the work of our hands; we are defined by the work of His hands.









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Saturday, January 24, 2015

God Is In The Details~

So often we find ourself weighed low beneath the details of life.

We wonder if we are making the right decision about this
or if we are doing what is best in handling that.

We think,
and we fret,
and we worry,
and we wonder . . .
and in doing so, we often forget that God is in the details.


He who designed water from a lake
to evaporate to the sky
only to return as rain to water the earth
is working in the details of your life, too,
causing one action to prepare the way for the next,
one step at time,
all in His perfect timing and perfect way.




He who breathed the stars into being and then orchestrated their orbit,
along with that of the sun and moon and a million other celestial wonders,
is there orchestrating every single detail of that which concerns you, too, -
delicately considering all involved
and intertwining it all in heavenly fashion.




He who designed the metamorphosis of a lowly caterpillar into a glorious butterfly 
is here, too,
in the details of all that is changing around you, -
gently,
miraculously,
amazingly,
creating something new,
that no doubt will be unlike anything you've known before,
but beautiful in its own way.





Trust Him.

God is in the details.~♥


Commit your way to the Lord 
[roll and repose each care of your load on Him];
 trust (lean on, rely on, and be confident) also in Him
 and He will bring it to pass.
~Psalm 37:5 (AMP)









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Thursday, January 22, 2015

Through God's Eyes~










 
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Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Comfortable in HIM~









 
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Monday, January 19, 2015

A God-Given Invitation to Dream~

Have you ever read something and knew instantly God had placed it in front of you for a distinct purpose?

A year ago, God led me to this quote.

“If the size of the vision for your life isn’t intimidating to you, chances are it’s insulting to God.”
~Steven Furtick

The moment I read it I knew God was speaking to me.
More specifically, I knew God was speaking to me about the vision for my life: writing.

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I love to meet the Lord at my computer.



As I place my hands on the keyboard,
He is faithful to place his message in my heart.



As I move my fingers to the beat of His heart, words begin to appear, sentences begin to form.


In moments of sweet communion,
we weave together His story of love and forgiveness, hope and encouragement, redemption and restoration.

There is no doubt about it.
I love to write.
But, for some odd reason, thinking of myself as a writer is very....what is the word?

Yes!
Intimidating!
In fact, when I think of myself as a "real" writer, intimidating almost isn't a big enough word to describe all the emotions I feel.

Intimidating. Usually, when we think of this word, we associate it with something that instills fear. I think it is interesting to note, however, that this word means so much more than just us shaking in our boots.

Dictionary.com defines it this way:
to discourage, restrain, or silence illegally or unscrupulously

I don't know about illegally or unscrupulously, but I know all too well about intimidation being discouraging, restraining and worst of all, silencing. I also know, if I allow it to, intimidation can steal my dream and cloud my vision.

But that morning, as I sat in my pajamas, the light of the new day just beginning to spill into our living room, I realized in this quote, the Lord was giving me an invitation. God was inviting me to dare to live out the dream He himself had placed in my heart.

Before I was ever formed in my mother's womb, God knew me. It was God who molded me and formed me. It was also God who planted the "I want to be writer" seeds in my heart. This passion, this longing of my heart, is not incidental. It is my invitation. It is not meant to be intimidating, it is meant to be invigorating.

And, it is - when I let God write through me. In fact, when God chooses to use me to speak His words of hope, encouragement and love, invigorating almost isn't a big enough word to handle all the emotions I feel.

Intimidation comes when I forget the words of the Lord found in Zechariah 4:6:
Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the LORD of hosts.

Remember the rest of the quote?

"...chances are it’s insulting to God.”

The plans God has for my life (and yours, by the way) are far grander and more amazing than I could ever think or imagine. And, by myself, they are unreachable. Yet, when I partner with the creator of my heart to fulfill the desires of my heart, they not only become obtainable, but they become the very thing that will bring life to my life.

That's the way God made it.

That's the way God made me.

He made me to be a writer; a teacher of His Word through the written word. The intimidation is simply a reminder to never step out into my dream without my Dream Giver. It is also a reminder to not take this gift lightly. God has placed within me a treasure, His treasure, and it is my responsibility to utilize this treasure so His excellency can shine forth from this earthen vessel. (2 Corinthians 4:7)

Now, I ask you.

What is your vision for your life?
Is it intimidating to you?

If so, no worries.
Your intimidation just may turn out to be the invitation of a lifetime.~






 
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Sunday, January 18, 2015

The Wounds of A True Friend~

As I gazed into my mirror, curling iron in hand, I was reminded of a conversation I had with a straightforward second grader over ten years ago. I can still hear his soft spoken voice, although the words he spoke were anything but soft to my ears or my ego.

Each morning, I would read a short devotion to my class. I was right in the middle of the reading for this particular day, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a hand shoot up, signaling to all that this youngster had something to say. And boy, did he!

Not wanting to deviate from the spiritual lesson I was sharing with these young hearts, I smiled at this student, assuring him I had seen his hand. Then, I did some hand talking of my own as I gave him the "hold that thought" sign. Instead of his hand going down, like I had hoped, his mouth started doing the talking for him.

"Teeeeeeeeeeeeacher, I have something to tell you!!!!"

"I know, honey. Can it please wait until after we finish our devotion?"

"No, Ma'am. You're gonna wanna hear about this!!!!"

"Ok. What do you want to tell me?"

"There is a gray hair sticking straight up on the top of your head. I can see it from way back here!"

He was right about one thing. If I did indeed have a gray hair standing straight up on the top of my head, I would definitely want to know about it. But, me? A gray hair? No. This was where he had made his mistake.

"Thank you for sharing that with me, but I think you must be mistaken. You see, I don't have any gray hair yet, honey."

"Oh, yes you do!" The remark came from a student sitting on the opposite side of the classroom. "I see it, too!"

Within seconds, the room was flooded with eyewitness accounts of a gray hair spotting in our classroom. Unfortunately, all reports were linking my head with this bizarre sighting!

I immediately headed for the nearest mirror. And you know what I saw? Yep! A gray hair standing straight up on the top of my head. No wonder this boy had seen it. It was proudly proclaiming it's arrival in grand fashion. As it stood tall, reflecting every bit of light in that classroom, it wasn't any wonder it had caught their attention. After all, who could miss THAT?! Uhhhhhh, obviously me. Until this honest, straightforward little boy had so bluntly pointed it out to me, I had been totally oblivious to it.

Don't fool yourself into thinking that you are a listener when you are anything but, letting the Word go in one ear and out the other. Act on what you hear! Those who hear and don't act are like those who glance in the mirror, walk away, and two minutes later have no idea who they are, what they look like.
~ James 1:22-24, The Message

I had looked in my mirror that very morning and had failed to see what others could see so plainly. I wonder how many times I have looked at my reflection through the pages of God's word, only to be blinded to my own sins. How often has my pride kept me completely in the dark about my true spiritual condition, while those around me can spot my need for repentance a mile away?

The truth hurts and is never easy on our ears, our ego or our heart, and yet how we should covet the honest words of a faithful friend. The words of truth that bring confession, dropping us to our knees and into the hands of our forgiving God.

Nathan was that kind of friend to David. Thinking his sin of adultery with Bathsheba and the consequential prearranged murder of her husband on the battle field were well hidden and out of sight, Nathan confronted him with words that cut to the very heart of David.

"You are that man!"


David confessed.


God forgave.


Then, David continued his journey, pursuing the heart of God.


The truth hurts. There is no getting around that. But, truth also sets us free. The pain has a distinct purpose; to open our eyes to the real us, and our need for a real God.

Iron sharpens iron; so a man sharpens the countenance of his friend [to show rage or worthy purpose].
~ Proverbs 27:17 Amplified

When truth is given to us, we have a choice to make.
We can resist it and in anger turn away from it.
Or, like David,
we can run to it,
embrace it,
be broken by it,
and be all the closer to God for it.

Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.
 ~ Proverbs 27:6








 
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Saturday, January 17, 2015

A Prayer for When . . .~









 
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Thursday, January 15, 2015

Don't Miss God~









 
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Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Pause, Maybe - But Fast Forward, No Way~

 “Stacy, I need you to fast forward this part.”

The request came from a four year old. He and his older brother were watching a movie we had checked out from our local library earlier that morning. Even though both boys had seen this movie several times before, it had still made its way into their book bag and now, into their DVD player.

“Why, honey?” I asked. “Is this part upsetting to you?”

“No. I just don’t want to watch this part. It’s boring. I want to hurry up and look at the funny part.”

“Well, you can’t hurry up!” His six year old brother now jumped into our conversation. “You have to go through the part you don’t like so you can get to the funny part. It’s all part of the movie and that’s just the way it is.”

I never cease to be amazed at the simple, yet profound words of wisdom commonly spoken by children. Countless times, my heart has been pricked and my thoughts sparked by their keen observations and raw honesty.

Ohhhh kaaaaaaaaaaay,” the younger brother replied. “I’ll look at the TV, but I’m not really going to watch it!”

And so it is with life.

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How many times have you and I wished we could simply hit the fast forward button and speed through a time in our life that wasn’t exactly pleasing to us? How many times have you and I looked at life, but not really lived it? If the truth be told, most of us, whether we realize it or not, are inevitably living our life in fast forward.

“What?” You say. “Not me.”

I hate to burst your bubble, but does the acryonym T.G.I.F. ring a bell?
Thank God it’s Friday?
I thought so.

If you are like me, there have probably been numerous times in your own life when you have climbed out of bed Monday morning already thinking about the upcoming weekend. If I can just make it through the week, then I can enjoy the weekend. Sadly, five whole days – Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday – are passed over in an effort to hurry through the part we don’t like in hopes of getting to the part we do. Before we know it, our entire life has passed before us or worse yet, passed us by.

Every single day is a unique and precious gift from God. Just like a snowflake or the prints on your thumb, no two days are alike. We only get one chance to live this day. In the light of that great revelation, isn't it absolutely bizarre that we don't choose to be more selective and more intentional about the way we spend each moment God has so graciously given to us?

Yes, we have obligations, such as work and family responsibilities that may dictate to some degree how our 24 hours of time are spent, but ultimately, you and I are the only ones in control of our day. It is you and I who have been given the final say as to whether we will spend this never-to-be-lived-again moment of time

happy or miserable,
thankful or complaining,
giving or taking,
doing or watching,
enjoying or enduring,
living or going through the motions.

The choice is ours and ours alone.

When the sun sets this evening, our today will vanish only to become yet another one of our yesterdays.
It will be over, never to be lived again.

Life passes all too quickly. Each day begins and ends before we have barely had time to make its acquaintance. Shouldn't we choose to live every single moment of today, regardless of whether the moment is good or bad, happy or sad?

Why should we long to hit the fast forward button, when one day,  
we will inevitably long to press rewind and live moments of our life all over again?

Time is ticking.

 Let's start making the most of this precious gift and truly start living!

This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it.







 
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Monday, January 12, 2015

Maybe, It's Just a Comma~


Never place a period where God has placed a comma.
-Unknown

So often,
when God gets still and
our prayer seems lost somewhere between earth and heaven,
we jump to the conclusion that God is
not listening,
not caring,
not moving.

We start to believe we've come to a dead end,
that this is "just the way it will always be."
We place a period at the end of our hope,
the end of our dream,
the end of faith.

And yet,
so many times,
when we can't sense God working,
when everything is still,
when we feel as though God has said "no",
God is simply pausing.

Pausing until
the circumstances are right,
the answer is right,
the timing is right.

We want it at this very moment,
God wants it the moment it should be.
We want it now,
but God wants it perfect.
We want what we want,
God wants what is best.



 



Don't mistake God's comma for a period.
While you are pausing,
while you are waiting on God,
keep trusting,
keep hoping,
keep believing.

In the end, it will be worth the wait.
When God is all said and done,
all you will be able to say

 about what He has done 
is "Thank you, God".~♥








 
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Saturday, January 10, 2015

The Heart of God~









  
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Thursday, January 8, 2015

When It Doesn't Even Faze You~

December 23, 2004.
Standing at my father's grave site, I was reminded of a sermon I once heard.


The pastor was preaching on "dying to self".
To drive his point home, he asked the following question:
"How do you know you are truly dead?"

After a short pause, he answered his own question.


" When people can throw dirt on you and it doesn't even faze you."


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Dying to self.



I'm sure you would agree this is one of the hardest, most painful things Christ calls us to do.
And yet, it is also one of the most loving.



As long as self is alive, we are miserable.



"Self"ishness doesn't bring joy or happiness.
 It only delivers jealousy, envy and self-pity.


Pride (which is overflowing in self)
doesn't bring satisfaction.
It only keeps us keeping up with the Joneses.


As long as self is alive,
we have
a reputation to defend,
an image to maintain,
and feelings to keep happy.


The last year of my father's life was filled with sleepless nights, suffering, and fear.
He was alive, but the way he was existing was far from living.
He was a slave to his sickness, held prisoner by a body under attack.

But....
once death came, he was set free.

No more pain.
No more suffering.
No more fear.

He was no longer touched by the things of this world.

His death, while being one of the hardest and most painful things for me to accept,
was a loving gift from a most loving God.

The same is true when, spiritually, we die to self.

When we choose to let go and let God,
when we choose to die to self that God might then live in us and through us,
we don't lose our life.
No! We gain life.
Life, and life more abundant!

Once self is gone, dead, and buried, we are finally free.

And because we belong to Christ Jesus, we have killed our selfish feelings and desires.
~ Galatians 5:24, CEV

My old self has been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me.
~ Galatians 2:20, NLT

Now we walk in newness of life.
Now we have the presence of the Holy Spirit living in us and through us.

People can throw all the dirt at us and on us they wish,
but if we are truly dead to self,
and living in Christ,
it won't even faze us!

We are no longer slaves to our reputation, our image, or our feelings.
We are no longer bothered by
what the world thinks about us,
what the world says about us,
what the world does to us.

We are alive in Christ,
free to be Christ to the world,
free to truly live!

Dying to self.
One of the hardest, most painful things Christ calls us to do, but also, one of the most loving.







 
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Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Give Them to God~











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Monday, January 5, 2015

Fight On~

The other night I caught the tail-end of a television news story.

 A veteran of The Second World War was being interviewed by a reporter. The reporter's last question for this precious old man stopped me in my tracks.

 "What is your happiest memory from this time in your life?"

Without hesitation this warrior replied, "Hearing the following words. Oh my, I can still hear them now - as plain as day I can.  'The war is over, boys. It's time to go home.' "

And, with that, a lone tear made its way from his eye, down the wrinkle in his cheek.

 "It was one of the happiest days of my life.  The war was over and we were going home. We were finally going home."

As I wiped a tear from my own eye, I thought about the war you and I now find ourself in.

The war of good and evil.
The battle of light against dark.
The good fight of faith against the enemy of our soul.

Sometimes, the battle is intense -
the force of the enemy relentlessness, nonstop, day and night.

It's so easy to get discouraged,
to feel overwhelmed,
to grow weary in the fight,
to entertain the idea of throwing in the towel and giving up.

Sometimes, the sacrifice seems too much-
the wounds,
the losses,
the constant barrage of attack,
the surrender of self for the good of the cause.

And, I thought of this elderly soldier and all those who fight alongside him.
As they gave their all, they hoped their all would be enough to win the fight.
As they sought to get the upper hand, to be declared the victorious one,
they had no way of knowing what the final outcome would be.
And yet,
they stayed, 
they fought,
they stuck it out and fought to the end.

Thankfully,
you and I do know who will be declared the winner in this spiritual battle.


We know that one day,
Jesus, Himself, in all of His glory,
splendor, and might will return to this earth.


We know that one day,
every knee will bow and every tongue will confess that Jesus is Lord.


We know that one day,
we too, will hear words
that will bring tears to our eyes.


"The war is over, children.  It's time to go home."


Knowing what we know,
and knowing who we know,
can we really afford to let the enemy get the better of us?

Absolutely not.


Fight on for God. 
Hold tightly to the eternal life that God has given you
 and that you have confessed with such a ringing confession before many witnesses.
~1 Timothy 6:12 (TLB)









 
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Friday, January 2, 2015

A Failproof Plan~

Each year when January rolls around, I find myself (much like everyone else I know) committed to making this brand new year better than the one before. This January is no exception. As I head out into 2015, I have some definite goals in mind. In fact, I spent one whole afternoon doing nothing but searching my heart, praying and pin-pointing the changes that need to take place in my life if I am ever going to live the abundant life Christ desires for me to live. Here's what I came up with:

Give 100% to my health by:
- making sleep a priority. Nothing less than 7 hours will do.
- drinking water…..lots and lots of water.
- being extremely selective about what I let enter my mouth.
More fruits, veggies
Vitamins every day….twice a day!
Less sugar, refined or processed food
- spending time outdoors,soaking up sun, reading and relaxing
- exercising -walking, rebounding, doing the elliptical, sit ups
- being mindful of my posture. Work on it daily.
- LAUGHING! LAUGHING! LAUGHING!

Experience more joy by:
- laughing at myself more often (there's "laughing" again!)
- being willing to try, even if I fail
- forgiving myself immediately when I do fail
- resisting the temptation to compare myself to other people (especially other women)
- guarding my heart from the insensitive and hurtful remarks of others
- applauding my successes
- welcoming each new day, along with each new challenge
- investing in the lives of others
- strengthening current relationships by making them a priority

Grow in my relationship with Christ by:
- spending time daily in prayer and in God's word
- embracing God's will for my life instead of questioning it or resisting it
- using my spiritual gifts to bless others and bring glory to God
- exercising my faith by taking God at His word and living my life resting on His promises
- reflecting daily on the presence of God in my life

Sounds like a good plan, doesn't it?! And, guess what? This year I know I will be successful at adopting these goals and making them a part of my every day life. How can I be so sure? Because this year, I am also committed to taking life one day at a time.

If tonight I don't happen to get 7 hours of sleep, that's ok. I don't have to cross this "resolution" off my list. I can simply try again the next night. You see, this is where I always failed in the past. If I happened to fail, I would simply give up. As elementary as this may sound, I have finally come to the realization that each day is a new beginning. I am not perfect so I don't know why I expect myself to live perfectly each day. In the past I have used my imperfection as an excuse to give up. Not this year. I am committed to keep trying, day after day, and I am confident that I will succeed. How could I not?! If I get 7 hours of sleep, 5 days or so out of 7, that's better than never getting 7 hours of sleep, right?!

I see you nodding your head in agreement. I can see the smile starting to appear on your face. You understand exactly what I am saying. You, too, have launched out into the new year with grandiose plans only to fail, give up, and fall back into your old habits. Not this year. This year you can join me on this journey to personal success. If we fail, we will try again. Giving up and jumping ship is not an option.

Failure is not fatal. Only failure to get back up is. ~ John C. Maxwell

So, are you with me? If you haven't already, why not take some time today or this weekend to make a list of your own. Then, each and every day, strive to meet these expectations and goals.

Jesus came that we might have life and have it more abundantly. If we are faithful to do our best, God, in turn, will be faithful to provide us everything we need to live a life that brings glory and honor to Him, and blesses others. With Christ we can DO all things. We can move forward knowing that the victory is already ours in and through Christ! With Jesus by our side, today will be the beginning of something wonderful!





 
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Thursday, January 1, 2015

Stepping Into "New"~

Ever try to hold onto something old? . . .

an old pair of tennis shoes, (so old they look as though you waltzed across Texas in them)

an old hairstyle, (one that "worked" for you then, but isn't necessarily working for you now)

an old hangout,
an old habit,
an old excuse.

As comfy and familiar and safe as "old" may seem, old isn't all it's chalked up to be.

Old keeps us stuck in the past, stuck in a rut, stuck as stuck can be.

If we want to experience our God-given destiny,
we have to be willing to step out into the new thing God is doing.


 Sometimes, new requires 

building an ark in the middle of the desert, 

 dipping seven times in a muddy river, 

moving into a palace for such a time as this, 

interpreting dreams in a prison cell, 

stepping into a fiery furnace, 

leaving your fishing nets behind, 

touching the hem of a garment, 

coming forth from a tomb four days later,

giving birth to The One who came to give new life to you, 

dying on a wooden cross. 


It won't always be easy.
It won't always make sense.
It won't always be our first choice.

But, it WILL be
the very step we need to take,
to arrive at the very place we need to be,
to fulfill the very thing God desires to do in us, for us, and through us.

Don't be afraid to step out into "new".

The One who is calling you forward
is already there.~♥








 
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