tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17076383032993843272012-02-12T05:11:56.774-08:00A weekly (or monthly) journal where I can share my heart and thoughts in journaling, poetry, stories, or just regular day to day experiences!marciisaacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721313073474968966noreply@blogger.comBlogger1161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707638303299384327.post-65217199553058987532011-07-30T08:20:00.000-07:002011-07-30T08:21:07.949-07:00

Our greatness and success before God are not defined by what we do, but rather who we are. Others will try and define you by outward accomplishes, but there is a greater standard. Its in how God sees you and who u r to Him. The person who grasps this knows fulfillment in just being the One God loves. It doesn't mean God doesnt want us to be successful in other ways, because He does! But the

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It’s in how we perceive our identity before God that defines how we live our life before Him. For instance, if we think He is a dictator and we have no effect on what occurs in our life, our relationship to Him in prayer will be little or nothing. Why would we want to talk to a God that sees us as robots? If, on the other hand, we see Jesus not as a far off dictator, but more as a “friend that

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One thing that is so incredible about God is that our past really is forgotten. It’s deleted from His memory forever. Unfortunately, we often struggle with forgetting it ourselves. Many people, often without anyone else knowing it, live in the shame of the past when God wants to call us out and bring us into freedom. We don’t have to live in the shackles of yesterday’s pain, mistakes, or failures

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Life is full of new beginnings. Can you imagine how dull it would be if it weren’t. We would not appreciate the blossoming beauty of spring flowers if it weren’t for the winter season in which it all seems to disappear. There is something very moving about that which was seemingly without glory to all of a sudden burst into something beautiful. Yet, a few months later, its glory will once again

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God's heart is so big. He has room enough in His big heart for all of us. We were meant to feel as though we belong and that we have a home, so to speak. I believe one of the saddest things on earth is for someone to not have a home. It is a place of safety, security, and provision. This is what He promises us. There is nothing more satisfying and fulfilling than for someone to feel a part of a

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What I want to know is the God that sustains us through every season in our lives. I cherish the times I feel strong in Him. When He feels close, it’s as though I can accomplish anything. The confidence He gives is like nothing else. His love is stronger than what situations scream at us and when He speaks, fear and worry disappear. What about the days when we feel nothing? The moments when

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I don't want to be afraid of God. The problem with you and I is that we are always having to deal with the fact that we simply aren't perfect. In every heart there is darkness. In every person there are things that need to be changed. Sometimes the person knows it, and sometimes they don't. When I am walking in pride, I don't know it until God creates a situation to show me the state of my heart.

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One thing that is true of God is that He is a huge giver. There is nothing selfish about Him. Yes, there are definately things He wants and things He asks of us, but the amount and measure He has given will always outweigh what little we have to offer. And even in the things He asks of us, His motive is always wanting what's best for us. That's what good Fathers do best. We can never give Him

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Tonight as I enjoy the last fire in my fire place until next Fall/Winter, I ponder about where the Lord has brought me. I’m thinking about how much He has believed in me and how He saw me so differently than I saw myself. I never want to forget the moment when I realized for the first time what His heart was towards me. We have a tendency to forget. Forgetting the past is a good thing, but

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I believe in all of us is a desire to give ourselves so fully to another in complete abandonment. To love another so much that our lives, knowing it is given out of our own free choice, are laid down for the sake of another. There is a beauty in sacrifice. Not for ourselves, but for love. With joy in our hearts we say yes to what seems difficult only to find that it is love that awaits us and

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One thing the Lord told me several years ago was that He was going to teach me to be a mother. Now if you look at my life right now, you would wonder what in the world He meant since I am older with no kids of my own. Yet, His idea of a mother is so much more than what we may consider as being one. Do you know how kind God is? I mean, He is really, really nice. And He is really, really happy. I’

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There are many concepts and ideas of who Jesus is and what He is like. Over the years, I have grown to realize the lies in my own heart about God and His nature towards us. For many, Jesus is anything but a fresh of breath air. With so many rules and regulations to follow, they see Christianity as controlling and quite boring. I understand why. I was once one that loved to put all of those rules

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There are many things that occur in a heart when it truly encounters the Lord. The one thing that moves me every time about the heart of Jesus is His tenderness. My best days are when I can cry in His presence. Not because of sadness, but because my heart is experiencing His heart. When our hearts touch the heart of Jesus, it is as if the walls and defenses we have built up are torn down and His

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As people, we normally don’t like change. Actually, it’s more that we don’t like the time of transition that accompanies the change. There is nothing harder than to be in the middle of what used to be and what is about to be. There are many transitions that occur over our lifetime. We will all agree that change is both necessary and good, but walking it out can sometimes be difficult.There are

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All of us have memories of what our favorite recess activity was. At Fairbanks Elementary School in Morenci, AZ, we had lots of options. I remember the group of girls who would carry around their stereo playing Garth Brooks and George Strait with their awesome slap bracelets. I also remember future cheerleaders trying out their stunts with their extra high bangs and pony tails swaying as they

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Every relationship in our lives has numerous purposes and potential for teaching us about ourselves and about life in general. Do we live with the understanding and feeling of awe that every friendship that is formed during this time on the earth is intimately woven together by the very hand of God? When we do, we are more able to recognize God’s divine hand in our lives and can know that nothing

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It’s so important to understand the days we are living in. It’s kind of incredible to think that the beginning of life on the earth was just one part of God’s history. The fact that He always was is enough to overwhelm our little brains. It is simply hard to comprehend the fact that God had no beginning. Yet, in that time before the earth was created, He thought up everything that we see and know

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There are so many different parts of God’s personality that gives us different pictures of how He loves us. I want to mention one that happens to be one of my most favorite parts of God. In all of history, there has never been the amount of parentless children than there are now on the earth. Because of increasing violence, wars, and the spread of AIDS, the number of orphans in the world is

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It is true God calls us to live on a narrow path. Sometimes that path is very different than what we might imagine. It is often uncomfortable and even called unnecessary to the one who would see it as so. It’s a path of many sacrifices. It’s giving our lives up to find Him. God is not balanced when it comes to loving us. He gave us His entire self. His jealousy over our lives is a reflection of

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In every heart lies a great desire to love another to the point of moving their heart. When our hearts are touched by another, our emotions are stirred and we call it being “moved.” It is intimacy we long for. It is intimacy we are made for. No one should be sorry for longing for this, for our hearts are made to have such sweet moments both with God and others. We are meant to both receive and

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I was three years old as I stood in front of my house in the tiny town of Campo, Colorodo. Wide-eyed and ready to make a run for it, I had set my mind on one thing. My grandma’s house. She lived across the street and was ready and willing at any time for me to eat her candy. My little three year old mind knew this and was ready to take action for that to occur. Before the coming of this day, I

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I had a dream last night that made a big impact on me. I’ve been thinking about it all day. I saw my life. Not as it is, but instead as a round checker piece being played on a checker board. I wasn’t the only piece on the board, but there were several others. Actually, I was surrounded by checker pieces. I was one of many. I saw the actual hand of God reach down and begin to move and shuffle

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God is not shocked by our disfunction, inability to perform perfection, and lack of wisdom in situations. We often forget that we are children, grown-ups who have a long ways to go and who won't ever reach our full potential on this side of time. If you are a little (or a lot) competitive in nature like me, it becomes very difficult to live out of a place of child-likeness. In thinking that I am

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As I get older, I love friendship more and more. I think it’s probably because I realize the value of it. I know that if a person has a few people they can truly call their friends in a lifetime, they are blessed. I’ve been on a journey of learning about what it means to be a friend. There have been a few key people in my life that have taught me how to be a friend. I have learned to open my

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I’m so stirred after watching Shelly Hundley preach at the One Thing Conference online. Her story is amazing and such a picture of the Lord’s power to deliver anyone from the strongest bondages. She talked about how she had places in her heart that no one could reach. After counseling and getting professional help, she came to the decision that suicide was the answer. No one could reach the place

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There are a lot of different tangents I could go off on when talking about the subject of agreement. Mostly, we hear about the importance of agreement in prayer – having another person to stand with us in agreement believing the Lord for something. And that is so important - agreeing with each other in prayer. We don’t, as often, consider the Lord’s heart as one who is looking for someone to

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I would like to write a few thoughts on the depth of love our incredible Father has for us. Can I just say how much His love has changed my life? I mean, to be able to say with your mouth about His love is one thing, but when He has completely all together changed the INSIDE of you, there seems to be a validity to what otherwise would be just words. Oh to know fully His unending tenderness, His

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I remember the first time I experienced a new demension of who God was. I had known certain parts of God, such as the importance of prayer and trying to stay far from sinful things. I loved God, but was quite legalistic and judgemental. Because of His love for me, He would soon bring a shaking and brokenness that would cause all of my pride to shatter under His mercy for my life. I had no idea

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I want to write this for anyone who has, at some point in their life, not understood what is happening in their life or the life of someone they love. Life is a mystery, full of ups and downs and situations that we don't fully understand or comprehend. Though we try to control details of our lives that are both big and small, we soon find out that we simply can't. I'm not saying we are not

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I think there are times in all of our lives when we are needing encouragement. At times, weariness seems to set in and the race gets a bit tiring. It is in these times when I am so greatful for the comfort of friends and those around me that can strengthen my heart in the Lord. Yet, there are times in life when no human can reach the depth of our heart that we are in need of being touched. We

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Tonight I was thinking about the Lord being one who carries the heaviness in our hearts. He actually likes to take the heaviness that is mine and carry it for me. And that’s just what He did by dying. He took those things that were against me that I was guilty of and carried them for me. But it’s not only sinful things. I believe He wants us to enter into His peace now, even in this lifetime. I

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In looking back at my life up to this point, I see the journey with a completely different perspective. It's a powerful thing to have lived long enough to look back at one's life from a different angle. I'm not sure if it's just the fact that with age comes the wisdom of seeing situations with a more mature perpsective or if it's something else. Maybe in another ten years, I'll be able to answer

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It seems I am in an inward tug-a-war as I realize the battle between knowing truth in my heart and actually walking it out. I would tell anyone that I am completely uninterested in religion, yet I unknowingly walk in it most of the time. I can talk the talk nicely, but I want to see my life as it really is, not as I think it is, covered in mere religious words and ideas. I think everyone would

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I have found that even though people seem to be getting married later in life, being single in our culture is not the most popular choice. And, by all means, it shouldn’t be. Yet, there are many who struggle with the idea of singleness and who long for the husband or wife that God has prepared for them. It is true that there are both positive and biblical ideas about the topic of singleness, but

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Oh to be known fully. Oh that the depths and chambers of my heart, thoughts, and emotions would be searched and known by another. There is a cry in all of us to be known and to be seen even more than just our outward appearance and the shallowness of everyday acquaintances. For it is on the inside that we are defined and it is in this place of inwardness that God’s description of us is formed. To

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Of all the different aspects of who God is, I think the one I like best is that He is a Father - one who brings us into His family, close to His heart, and embraces us with belonging and acceptance. Working in the past and present with children who live in tough situations, I find that the revelation of my Father and His love for little ones like these is often one that resides in me. Six years

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It is amazing to me that God has written a book about my life which includes my birth, my death, and everything inbetween. He has recorded the day I rode my bike off a cliff and broke my arm when I was five, the day I wrecked the mail man's truck at a carwash , and every choice I have made whether big or small. There is one thing that will not be in that book...my mistakes, my weaknesses, my sin.

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Some say life gets easier when you get older. I agree that one usually gets wiser with age, but I think there are other aspects to getting older that aren't as great. Not that I'm old (go ahead, agree with me that I'm not old), but I am experiencing the last 8 months of my life in my 20's! I used to wonder what I would be doing right now. No more wondering!In coming upon my 30th year of life,

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"Making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's naughty and nice..." Speaking of lists, Jesus doesn't make one. Sounds kind of silly, but in all seriousness, the thought became a reality to me this morning as I sat by my 9' sparkling Christmas tree. I almost typed "beautiful sparkling Christmas tree," but the angel on the top is crooked. I refuse to get the ladder out of the garage again

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Chocolate does the trick everytime. This is especially true at 1:15 when the kids are at P.E. and Music and I am free for the next 45 minutes. I usually have to work, but the other day I couldn't help but leaving school with Lisa and coming back with handfuls of goodies. It was the best day in Kindergarten yet! :)

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There is nothing like the feeling of knowing you have peace with God. To know His heart and how He feels about us shatters every fear that hides in the shadows of our hearts. I don't know about you, but fear seems to be something that I struggle with often. I was listening to someone speak on fear the other day. He was saying that for a long time His motive in loving Jesus was one of fear. He

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Here it is!Only one boy wouldn't walk into the room when he saw me. His excuse was, "My teacher is not here today!" Other than that, it was well worth the effort to see my kids loving the clown outfit!

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I survived Halloween at school. Pictures coming soon! And stories!

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This is very random, but I was telling a friend this the other day and I think it's blog worthy. You'll get a good laugh out of it anyways.I was having my normal ice cream craving, so I decided to drive to Rusty's Frozen Custard to get a chocolate custard with chunks of Reese's cup and peanut butter swirled in it (oh my, it's good). I got out of my car and began to walk on the sidewalk. Before I

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I just went for the most wonderful walk around this lake across the street from my housing development:Besides dodging duck poop and blocking out the loud hammering from the workers on a roof (of whom were spanish speaking and I was trying to understand them and was failing), I am feeling much more refreshed after a very long week! But isn't that what life is all about - dodging things that could

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Snack time in Kindergarten is very very important. We might skip Math one day and the kids won't mind. We might skip writing and they wouldn't really complain. We better not EVER EVER skip snack. I would be in big trouble!Several things happen every day during snack. We have a good routine going for us. The kids sit on the carpet. One child gives Germ-X out while I get the snacks ready. One thing

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...Your dog, Sugar, eats leaves that have accumulated beside your front door and then hacks for the next 10 minutes. It's a yearly occurance... oh the signs of the seasons!Here is Sugar and my other dog, Otis! Truly adorable little creatures. Otis just stares at her in wonder while she hacks away!

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My mom had surgery a few days ago on her parathyroid. It ended up being a much more difficult surgery than expected when they found out that the parathyroid was buried in the thyroid. She has had a problem with her heart the last 20 years causing her heart rate to increase to a dangerous speed. Since they had to deal with her thyroid, this caused her heart to increase to 169 for two hours after

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Well, this is a record. My 3rd blog in one day and it's only 1:30 in the afternoon. I haven't written anything in over a month and I write three in one day. I guess there isn't a lot to do but rest when you are sick. And blog.Wanted to write a few more thoughts on having a longing heart. I do think that a longing heart comes from the Lord and that we will never fully be satisfied on this earth

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I love the different seasons...especially in Oklahoma! When living in Arizona, the seasons weren't all that different. Yes, it was a little colder/hotter, but nothing compared to the changes that occur here. The desert doesn't change much in different seasons! I love the leaves changing colors. I think it reflects the beauty and joy of God's delight in creating each season so differently.In the

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I cried when I went to the Dr. last week. Not because I was sick...but because I got weighed. How embarrasing is that, right? I know I had gained some, but I was shocked as I looked on the scales. It was followed by a deep sigh, a few tears, and text to a friend stating, "I'm so sad. I weigh *** pounds." It's true, I struggle with my image a lot. It seems to be worse at times and the last few

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Someone stole my camera a few weeks ago! With my car being broken into twice and my ipod and ID stolen, I've had my full of thiefs in the last year or so.Unfortunately, I think this time it may be one of the little darling Kennedy children....hmmm...

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Here it is:"Ms. Isaacs, your hair is beautiful..." (stroke, stroke)..."it's like a horse."Kindergartener's are so honest, which is good most of the time. I had a zit today followed by, "WHAT IS THAT AWFUL RED THING ON YOUR FACE???":(haha...

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I'm in a state of fear and trembling as I really ponder about what matters most in life. We can so easily get pulled into the daily routine of our individual lives and forget about the things that matter most. Although it is very important the choices we make outwardly such as how we treat others, the most important thing we need to be cultivating is our INWARD life in the Lord. Our hearts are

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Yes, for the first time I have purchased my own new vehicle! It's a blue 2009 Dodge Journey...similar to an SUV. I am in love with it! Got a good deal on it and have absolutely no buyer's remorse. Sorry, but I don't have a picture yet. It's used, but very low on milage and much cheaper than if I would have bought it new. I was so glad to get rid of my '99 Oldsmobile Intrigue whose windows didn't

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Here is a glimpse into my life and what God has done in my heart. I hope you find it encouraging and know that if God feels this way about me, He certainly doesn't feel any less about you. He doesn't have any favorites - He loves each of us like we are all His favorites!! He is an amazing Father.Growing up I was a normal kid. I was dirty most of the time from playing outside with the neighborhood

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I think I want one....

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After many years of being a "church person," I'm just now finding out and experiencing (on a beginning level) the reality of the highest calling of the Chrisitan life. I think in our culture and time, we leave the Christian experience to merely a church experience with no real depth to it. I'm speaking of myself, and not being critical of others. I have found this to be true of seasons in my life

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What a year it has been! It's been nice to relax after unwinding from my first year of teaching. I love summer. I think of the summer months when I was little. They were filled with outside activities, desert adventures (I lived in AZ literally in the middle of a desert), bike riding, and other fun stuff. It's so interesting how kid's favorite play time activities have changed over the years. I

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Well, tomorrow is Mother's Day! Unfortunately my Mom is out of town, so we are celebrating next week...it will actually be better since one of my sisters will be in town for my cousin's wedding. So I guess it all works out!But, I did have a bit of an early MOM celebration with my kiddos at school on Friday. All of the Moms came and the kids painted their nails, gave them massages, served them

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So, this might possibly be the most random post I've ever written. You'll understand why after reading it. I'm going to tell you about my first (and only) doll. I wasn't so much into dolls when I was little. I liked playing outside and getting really dirty. But tonight as I eat my delicious steaming hot chocolate pudding my thoughts trail back to the day I got my first (and only, I repeat) doll.

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I long to be near to God. I desire His touch on my heart. The reality of an unseen and uncreated God is more than what our eyes gaze upon. He is moving all around us but remains untouchable. He is seen in the mountains, the storms, the ocean. Yet, none can see His face. "Where are you, Lord," is a question my heart often asks, yet He is everywhere...everywhere at once. Sometimes it feels like He

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A few years ago I took a trip to Ecuador where I helped to minister to people who lived in the city dump. My heart was awakened on this trip because I encountered one place that I believe Jesus, if He lived on the earth, would walk today. There is no way that a human would choose, or want, to hang out at this place without motives of wanting to help these people. Not only did it affect our team

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Why do I wait until 9:30 on Sunday night to do laundry for the next week? I'm sitting myself down and telling myself it's time to get more responsible. Ok, so I've had a busy weekend. No excuses! I'm ready to go to bed (but still have time to blog)! :) I went to my parent's house yesterday. I walked in to their house and smelt a familiar smell of my mom's famous casserole. After eating, we

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Tonight I hear Him knocking on my heart. I feel Him looking at me. God...looking at me...it is amazing. I can't see Him. I sometimes feel Him. But He is IN me. Yet, He is ever desiring our attention. But at the same time He does it quietly. He never barges in or makes us listen and look. Why doesn't He show Himself? He is so humble in nature, so patient, so hidden, yet at times so obvious to the

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It's supposed to snow tomorrow. Spring, where are you?!

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Oh yes, spring break. I'm ready for my momma's cooking.

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I had dinner with a friend the other day and we were talking about how often we are tempted to get offended at the things that happen, or don't happen, in our lives. We even at times begin to question God's goodness and His ability to make good decisions over our lives. We think somehow that we know better and have a better way of doing things because we are unable to see His perspective on

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It's March and my Christmas tree is still in my backyard. Now that is ridiculous.

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I hate it when the weather man is wrong. It was supposed to be warm today and so I wore my shorts and sandals. The bad thing is that I had recess duty. I froze!!!In thinking about weather, I often think of seasons. In thinking of seasons, I think about life. Sometimes we predict the "weather" of our lives and it ends up being very different. We prepare and "clothe" ourselves for what we think

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Here is an answer to a request for a picture from my last blog...since you can't see their faces, I think it's ok to post it! :) Gotta love this! Read the previous blog for more understanding.

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Yes, we went to the Zoo today! And oh my goodness were those kids sooo excited! We didn't leave til a good hour and a half after school started and we didn't get much accomplished because the kids just could not stop asking, "When are we going? Is it time yet? Can we go NOW, please!?" An hour is an eternity for five and six year olds. We had fun even though we didn't have a real long time to

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There is nothing like spending time with old friends... I just finished having a wonderful 2 hour talk with a friend that I have known for about 11 years. She is now living in Tennesse and she met up with some of her family that came. It was very freeing and I realized when it was over how badly my heart needed to be with someone who I can let my hair down with and just be me for a moment. It

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As some of you may know, I have been in the South for a few days. Some might say that Oklahoma is in the South, but being in Georgia, I have come to know that they are in the DEEP South. I have been eating some really good food while being here in Atlanta. One thing that I do NOT like though is sea food that tastes like the sea. My opinion is that if it tastes like the sea, it needs to stay in

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I am stuck at the Montgomery, Alabama airport becuase of bad weather... I am SOOO tired. Unfortunately there are tornadoes in Atlanta, so I'll be here awhile. At least there is a 25 cent M&M machine and the weather channel to watch. I sure hope my final destination won't be in Montgomery, Alabama. My bed time was an hour ago. I'm trying to hold back the gripiness, but it's getting tougher and

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Today I spent the day with my parents. We went to look at cars... it happens to be my dad's favorite thing to do. So we traveled to Seminole, OK just to look at vehicles. I have several childhood memories of sitting in the car in front of dealerships while my dad looked at vehicles. My thoughts were, "Not again..." Sitting in a car for a long time would have been difficult for any child. I never

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Having a tender heart does not come natural (for me, anyways). I have to constantly work and keep my heart soft before the Lord. If there is no tending of my heart, the natural state of my heart becomes harder and harder as time goes on. I find it becomes the natural thing to carry someone's burden when my heart is tender. When it is not, it seems I have the "I don't care" attitude that easily

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I'm sitting on my recliner in my living room with my feet up looking at my table which is overflowing with valentine gifts. These consist of candles, candy, a red valentine hat, stuffed animals, chocolate apples, more candy, flowers, pencils, numerous kinds of valentines (homemade, store bought, and everything in between) and did I say candy? Oh the joy of being with 5/6 year olds on Valentines

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I hate when guitar strings break. The only thing that is worse is when I have no other strings to put on it. Today that is the case. Therefore, I cannot play. I guess I COULD play, but it sounds awful. Yep, strings -- all strings -- are necessary. Actually I do have some strings, but the same string seems to ALWAYS break. So, I have several packs of strings with that particular string missing

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I am in pain. I think every muscle in my body is hurting. Kickboxing is my new friend. It's a love/hate relationship that is bitter sweet. Erin has been trying to get me to go for months. I finally gave in when she got rid of her 50th pound...yes, she has lost 50 pounds. Now that I've gone for 3 weeks, I can understand why. I almost died tonight. I really almost just dropped over dead. The worst

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Random? Yes! I've posted several random pictures...I'm bored on a Friday night, so why not.Here I am during my 4th year on the earth! It's the first day of Preschool! Is that exciting, or what?!And these are my dogs Otis and Sugar...adorable!This is the smallest fish I've ever caught...sad, I know. But I still beat you, Donovan.Sea of Galilee in early morning:Jerusalem:Honduras:Honduras again:

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Being around kids all day has given me a better perspective on God's view of our lives and how we all, in a sense, are just a bunch of kids in this huge plan of God's. I have a few thoughts about it. Here they are...1. One goal in Kindergarten is that the children would be able to write and identify their first and last names. It is also God's desire that we grow in our identity as His child.

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Growing up, I loved allowance day. I didn't really love the things I had to do to get my allowance, but it sure payed off when I received my "paycheck." I was the youngest, so when it came to cleaning house, I didn't get to choose the job I did. I got stuck with the job(s) that no one else wanted...which was always cleaning the bathroom (hated it...) and dusting (hated it too...). To me it was

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I am posting this short blog since after reading my previous one, my sister Sherri wanted to defend herself as to why she didn't want to sleep with me when I was so afraid of the dark. Yes, it's true...I threw up on her favorite panda bear, Pete, in the middle of the night when she was so kind to let her little sister sleep with her. So now the readers will understand as to one reason why Sherri

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As a child, I was one of those kids that hated the dark...I was so scared that a monster would be in my closet, the boogy man was coming to get me, and all the other things that so often torture little hearts at night! My two older sisters were quite the opposite. They were so much stronger than me and so NOT afraid! I wished that I could be like them, but I was not. So on most nights I would beg

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I love vacations, but there is nothing like coming home to my own home, sleeping in my own bed, using my own shower, and eating from my own kitchen (unless it's my mom's mexican food). There is something about being at home that calms our hearts and causes us to feel at rest. Although there are many people's homes I feel perfectly comfortable in, it just can never be home.I have been thinking a

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I was just thinking tonight about the simplicity of prayer and how it is a divine privilage that we are able to talk with God. And that is what prayer boils down to...we get to talk to God! The fact that He is distracted in a loving way with weak human beings and wants us to talk to Him is so overwhelming. It's especially true when we are aware of our own weakness and also aware of His pure heart

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The last few weeks I can't seem to shake the fact of how insincere our world is, how insincere our friendships are at times, and frankly, how incredibly insincere my heart is at times. Not only is this true of my relationship with others, but it's true of my relationship with the lover of my heart, Jesus. I find myself at times doing spiritual things with no life on the inside. What frustration

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This speaks of the struggle in keeping our hearts before Him in a time where outward pleasures surround us. It speaks of His longing to have our inward hearts and not just our outward sacrifices.Come into the chambers of my heartWhere love awaits and longings are.Here inside this secret placeWhere you alone can see and taste.You call me to stillness and peaceful streamsTrusting, abiding, waiting

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I so long for my heart to be more of the Lord's. I so easily let doubt crowd in on my heart which stops so many things the Lord wants to do in me. It is very frustrating! I suppose hunger is a gift of God as well as dissatisfaction. A heart which is content will never go deeper in the things of God. It is only the heart that is longs for more that will enter into the depths of His heart. So, I am

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I have had the privilage of spending some quality time in other countries where I have grown to admire the strengths of other cultures as well as get a better understanding of my own. In getting off the plane from being in another country where resources like food and clothing are much less than in my own country, I can't help but be in shock as I look around. But it's not just the physical

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Jesus' heart is for the poor. Many of my heroes are those who have allowed the Lord to break their hearts for the broken ones. Those who have spent years sitting among the poor, feeding them, bandaging their wounds, and loving them. Oh what an invitation we have as lovers of God to enter into the heart of Jesus. How He loves the forgotten ones of society - the outcasts, the orphans and other

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Here's a poem describing part of my journey with my Father! It's simple, but for me very profound. His love has changed me.In my Father's arms I'm hiding,In my Father's arms I'm near.In my Father's arms I'm slowlyRecovering from all my fears.In my Father's arms I'm resting,In my Father's arms I cling.In my Father's arms I linger,My heart is quiet, yet I sing.In my Father's arms I'm heard,In my

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What is the power of a name? If we think of objects or anything in the world besides people, the name of an object is what gives it its identity. We know a door is a door because a door in our language means a door (say that ten times!). God specifically wanted things on the earth to have names. Adam named the animals in the Garden of Eden. It's a part of His plan that names are a part of our

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Words are very powerful. They can wound. They can heal. They cut to the very core of our being and can either help complete us or bring a deepening to the wounds in our heart. Words are an outward manifestation that affects us inwardly. That's why people in authority have a huge responsibility. They can help mold someone into something beautiful just by the words they speak over them. They can

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I've been thinking lately about how Jesus lived on the earth and what He was thinking...how He handled situations knowing the big picture of everything. He comprehended fully that God existed before everything He was seeing with His eyes. He comprehended fully the future and what would take place in the coming days, years, decades, etc to come. He knew it all. He understood completely that He was

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I basically thought this day was very low on the todem pole of my birthdays. I had some stuff planned tonight, but because of numerous situations and circumstances in several of my friends' lives, I didn't get to do much. Because the situations could not be controlled by my friends (people in the hospital, etc), I really wasn't too upset that I didn't do much on my b-day. We are just going to

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I feel like a small child writing this blog. Anyone who has been raised in church, spent any amount of time in church, or just knows the basics about christianity knows the fact that the God of the universe lives inside of us. But sitting on my couch tonight I began to play my guitar and the truth of it all just hit me and I just sat there in awe!!! The God of the universe lives in me?!! What the

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Two or three weeks ago I had a dream that I was standing in a fire and it was not a pleasant feeling. My view changed and I was now looking into the fire and I saw something astounding. There standing in the flames stood a huge lion. I wasn't afraid of the lion...actually, I knew the moment I looked at it that the lion symbolized (or however you want to say it) Jesus Himself. Yet, this was no

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We've all heard the saying "iron sharpens iron" meaning that we as individuals grow the most when we are placed in situations where we can form meaningful relationships with those around us. God is not in the business of placing us in isolation as a form of maturing in Him. A large part of maturing in Him is when we form a "family" around us whom we can share our lives with. Communicating and

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