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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-1427622176978332182014-12-12T19:37:00.000-07:002014-12-12T19:37:48.434-07:00Fog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's time I focus more on thanking Him for what He has given and less on wishing for those which He has withheld. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-32200073134860266182014-10-31T21:20:00.001-06:002014-10-31T21:20:09.525-06:00His Power in Darkness[Jeremiah 13]<div><br></div><div>He's seen all their sins, their adulteries, <i>their shame. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div>And yet He begs... "Will you be made clean? When?"</div><div><br></div><div>He had made this people to be a glory to Him and a praise to His name. To be with Him forever.</div><div><br></div><div>But they turn away. They won't listen to Him. They think they're strong. They don't see their need. </div><div><br></div><div>He pleads and He warns. If they do not change. He will have to punish them. <i>But only as much as is necessary for them to see their weakness and His strength. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7hFHLaNFyKk/VFRRZtJvs-I/AAAAAAAABcI/D_-0ETT1q9A/s640/blogger-image--195488135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7hFHLaNFyKk/VFRRZtJvs-I/AAAAAAAABcI/D_-0ETT1q9A/s640/blogger-image--195488135.jpg"></a></div><br></div></i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><b>Because His glory shines best in darkness;</b></div><div><b>His power seen best in the night. </b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-56895112752367370942014-10-10T21:27:00.001-06:002014-10-13T08:10:14.029-06:00Love Does Not Give Up[Jeremiah 12]<div><br></div><div>Even now, admidst all the desolation and punishment for their sins, His love and mercy continue. They aren't cast off forever. He will bring them back and give them many gifts. And if anyone tries to get His beloved's land or gifts while they are away, watch out. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RfYq-wKkWoA/VDvdJJIggWI/AAAAAAAABa0/k1CSq3jkWaU/s640/blogger-image--288684989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RfYq-wKkWoA/VDvdJJIggWI/AAAAAAAABa0/k1CSq3jkWaU/s640/blogger-image--288684989.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Though He can't stand the disobedience and wants to destroy it, His heart of love cannot give them up. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jujuX3jvei0/VDvdQxo2nII/AAAAAAAABa8/DlzYtIUxrXs/s640/blogger-image--833940530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jujuX3jvei0/VDvdQxo2nII/AAAAAAAABa8/DlzYtIUxrXs/s640/blogger-image--833940530.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>His mercy is unending. His justice, forever. He may punish for a time. Maybe even appear to have cast them off. But He is still with them. It is not forever. He will heal and restore them again. Love cannot give them up.</div><div><br></div><div> <i>Because that's what love does. </i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-16374573192392422792014-09-19T21:38:00.000-06:002014-09-19T21:39:57.270-06:00The Only Things Worth Pursuing<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-42760124362334705932014-09-12T20:30:00.001-06:002014-10-04T18:47:14.800-06:00The Cost of Disobedience[Jeremiah 11]<div><br></div><div>We often look at it has a little thing. And yet, it so easily grows into a big thing that we can't call it a little thing. </div><div><br></div><div>It's disobedience. </div><div><br></div><div>We let kids get away with not obeying in the little things. We let ourselves get away with not obeying in the little things. And thus we establish habits of disobeying and ignoring God's commands till we do it in everything. </div><div><br></div><div>The children of Israel tried that too. </div><div><br></div><div>And it cost them their freedom, land, belongings, reputation...everything. God won't hear their prayers or even prayers for them. He can't bear the thought of giving them up, yet unless they heed His warnings He will have to.</div><div><br></div><div>All because of disobedience. </div><div><br></div><div>No one try tell me obedience doesn't matter. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yJxwwVgJbBg/VDCVDsU4r0I/AAAAAAAABac/cWqcE1zeMiI/s640/blogger-image--201852419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yJxwwVgJbBg/VDCVDsU4r0I/AAAAAAAABac/cWqcE1zeMiI/s640/blogger-image--201852419.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>But the question begs to be asked: Why does it matter so much?</div><div><br></div><div>It matters because it allows God to fulfill His promises in our lives. God can't keep His promises in our lives if we don't obey. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-74588284684646652232014-09-12T08:23:00.001-06:002014-10-02T06:24:29.822-06:00To Walk In His Footprints[Jeremiah 10]<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div>It is not in man to direct our steps. </div><div><br></div><div>We need Someone wiser to lead us and gently correct us when we go the wrong way. </div><div><br></div><div>And that Someone wiser is God. </div><div><br></div><div>Don't be afraid to walk in His footprints. </div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CW63uLcvCpw/VC1D-9zsTPI/AAAAAAAABaM/nNCltOmnXjg/s640/blogger-image--2047701654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CW63uLcvCpw/VC1D-9zsTPI/AAAAAAAABaM/nNCltOmnXjg/s640/blogger-image--2047701654.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-23143732987975677492014-09-11T20:21:00.000-06:002014-09-11T20:21:06.426-06:00Waiting[Jeremiah 8]<br />
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This bride, who was to be a holiness to The Bridegroom, disgraced His name.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-64336974858359713512014-08-16T14:21:00.001-06:002014-08-16T14:21:18.059-06:00The Antidote to Fear<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mG_LChf9UZY/U--9OjS5jGI/AAAAAAAABLA/yOg3qwGsjjI/s640/blogger-image--1290659854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mG_LChf9UZY/U--9OjS5jGI/AAAAAAAABLA/yOg3qwGsjjI/s640/blogger-image--1290659854.jpg"></div>Fear confuses and breaks us (literally or figuratively), and causes discouragement and dismay. Which is why Satan uses it so much, especially on those who are doing a great work for God. The antidote? A calling. <div><br></div><div>Because if I was called, than this has been part of God's plan for me from the beginning. </div><div>And it I was called (by God), then I can be sure He will be with me and fight for me. </div><div>And though all may come against me, I am a victor because <i>He is. </i></div><div>And if God is with me, though I appear all alone, I really have the stronger army on my side.</div><div>And even though in my own eyes I am very weak (as I am), to my enemies I appear invincible <i>because He is. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div>And though they may hurt me, they cannot destroy me. He <i>will</i> deliver. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-42423278953968363952014-07-30T10:22:00.001-06:002014-07-30T10:22:32.726-06:00His Glory Shines Best in Brokenness<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LgtqoD8h0zg/U9kbxbVxFQI/AAAAAAAABKQ/I-Z3CpCKF1w/s640/blogger-image--1743951877.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LgtqoD8h0zg/U9kbxbVxFQI/AAAAAAAABKQ/I-Z3CpCKF1w/s640/blogger-image--1743951877.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>Pain, brokenness... These are things we normally try to avoid. But are they really to avoid?<div><br></div><div>A little boy's lunch, broken with Christ's own hand, become enough to feed 5,000 men (not including what wife and kids ate).</div><div><br></div><div>A hurting girl, hurting others in an attempt to avoid her own pain, become Jesus' closest friend. And the brokenness of her past became the greatest backdrop for the work Love did in her. </div><div><br></div><div>A broken bottle of expensive tears,</div><div>A broken body hanging on a tree,</div><div>These became the most beautiful and precious things to us (and God). The reason we live. The reason we can have life more abundant. </div><div><br></div><div>And when I let Him break me, it is beautiful. It produces something valuable. And the pain and brokenness of the past become the greatest backdrop for His glory in my life. </div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light; line-height: 22px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">His glory shines best in brokenness.</span></div><div><br></div><div>May I always remember not to run away from or hide from pain and brokenness. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-73202641773117207452014-06-19T13:12:00.001-06:002014-06-19T13:21:02.729-06:00Our Love For Others Judged By...<i>"By this we know that we love the children of God, when we love God, and keep his commandments." (1 John 5:2)</i><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-h567Ax9VK4I/U6M4GwbxfHI/AAAAAAAABJU/rDlMvlbnQjI/s640/blogger-image-287813540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-h567Ax9VK4I/U6M4GwbxfHI/AAAAAAAABJU/rDlMvlbnQjI/s640/blogger-image-287813540.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I stare at the verse, letting it sink in. </div><div><br></div><div><i>How much we love our fellow brothers and sisters</i><i> is judged by how much we love and obey God.</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>May we all love and obey God more...</i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-82794969213699241142014-05-03T13:23:00.001-06:002014-05-03T13:28:35.321-06:00Never Settle for Less Than the BestI get so tired of mediocrity. Of "adverage". Of anything less then the best. <div><br></div><div>And this, this is a good thing. For the moment I become content with anything less than the best, the strife for excellence ceases. And the downward descent begins. Compromise comes in, and brings with it darkness and trouble. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pcLXZH5HAYQ/U2VDX1UuCFI/AAAAAAAABI4/19AEpvFlAU4/s640/blogger-image--275502519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pcLXZH5HAYQ/U2VDX1UuCFI/AAAAAAAABI4/19AEpvFlAU4/s640/blogger-image--275502519.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><i>Never settle for less than the best.</i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-29048866205200353172014-04-22T21:41:00.001-06:002014-04-24T21:50:04.854-06:00Even In the StormI hasn't been easy. I won't lie. <div><br></div><div>In fact, it seems it's only gotten harder. But I'm clinging to hope. </div><div><br></div><div>I search for answers, <i>for reasons. </i>What is God trying to teach me in this? Another crushing failure. I write. I walk. I think. I pray. I dream. I set goals for myself. And then, I make a mistake. I fail. And I wonder why? What is wrong?</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y1UhdI810Bw/U1nbaIaJY7I/AAAAAAAABIk/suCkBwvXDOI/s640/blogger-image-101750003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y1UhdI810Bw/U1nbaIaJY7I/AAAAAAAABIk/suCkBwvXDOI/s640/blogger-image-101750003.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>This isn't the first time, either. Failure is no stranger to me. And as I look into the face of my own failure and the ideal God has placed before me, I wonder: "Was I really made to be continually stuck in the valley, fighting, only to be defeated again and again and again? Was I not made to climb the mountains and go on from victory to victory?" </div><div><br></div><div>I feel as though I'm swimming in an hurricane, coupled with earthquakes and tsunamis, struggling just to keep my head above water (only to be knocked under by another crushing wave). I'm blown in circles, not even sure of what direction land is anymore. And I fight, <i>just to stay afloat. </i>I search for answers, for reasons for this. What is God trying to teach me or change in me by this? But the answers elude me. And I fight and search some more. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1ZCevpUnbuU/U1nbYMhNbYI/AAAAAAAABIc/Y9fQm7_dsHs/s640/blogger-image--449410898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1ZCevpUnbuU/U1nbYMhNbYI/AAAAAAAABIc/Y9fQm7_dsHs/s640/blogger-image--449410898.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>And then finally I realize, as if the simplest thing in the world: <i>if the storm is where God has placed me, I can be content to stay there. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>And I will be. </i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-47472328422275691212014-03-31T21:51:00.001-06:002014-04-01T17:29:49.530-06:00My Biggest Enemy (and Two Lessons)We all have dreams. Goals for ourselves. A standard we hold ourselves to. (Or so I hope, for a high standard has been presented to us.)<div><br></div><div>I have dreams and goals for myself. A standard I hold myself to (the highest of the highest). And I really do try. But all too often I fall short. I disappoint myself. And, I wonder why. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm learning something of late. <i>I am my biggest enemy. </i>My biggest enemy to my fulfilling my own dreams and goals. It is selfishness causes me to fall. To be unloving. Rude. Impatient. Or... You name it. </div><div><br></div><div>But I'm learning something else, too. Surrender and sacrifice are my greatest friends. </div><div><br></div><div>May I always choose the latter, even when it's <i>hard. </i>The reward is well worth it. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-34759330679236692502014-03-27T22:06:00.001-06:002014-03-29T21:58:09.448-06:00<div>Note: This is one of those posts that should never be published, but I'm going to publish it anyway, just in case it can help someone. But I still don't recommend reading it. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sgmx7evLdU0/UzeWT1nnmPI/AAAAAAAABG0/YNhzBMWKYc8/s640/blogger-image--1206564714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sgmx7evLdU0/UzeWT1nnmPI/AAAAAAAABG0/YNhzBMWKYc8/s640/blogger-image--1206564714.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>I sit with pen in hand, journal open, thinking about the day. Nothing interesting happened. Nothing worth writing about. Or wait. There were just a couple lessons that stood out to me. (But only one am I writing about here.) As I thought my disappointment in myself grew. The times I had responded impatiently when mother needed me. These, they disappoint me every time. Whether it's time and a listening ear that she needs, or technical help, or advice on who-knows-what. It's annoying really (especially when it interferes with my own plans). But why? I've struggled with this for the past couple years especially. Sometimes I can do better (and, thankfully, those times are getting more often and longer). But as I think, as I write, I realize something. The only time I've had real success with this was when I was surrendering my time and plans to God. God has given me my time, and He's given me a passion for showing His true character to the world. There are hurting people all around me who I long to connect with God by first correcting the lies told them subconsciously. But I too easily forget, my mother is just as deserving of that service, and perhaps just as needy. So why do I get so impatient and annoyed? Because I forget. I forget that she needs it as much as anyone else. And I forget that my time is a trust from God, to be returned to Him in service however He calls. 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And to those who have already taken it up, I encourage you. Keep working. It's worth it. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386516711374044372.post-13557312598185416482014-01-18T17:30:00.001-07:002014-01-18T22:40:09.026-07:00How Much Are You Willing To Give?I'm afraid to invite them over because I don't know what they'll do." I'm sure you've heard similar phases about certain people. Sometimes they are unfounded. Sometimes they are legit worries. But every time I hear it it makes me ask myself a deep question:<div><br></div><div><i>How much am I willing to give to show them love?</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div>Really, how much? Am I willing to risk their disapproval? Their rumors? Or worse? </div><div><br></div><div>But then, I stop to consider the consequences of not showing them love, even when it involves taking risks. What if they're this way because they've never really been given true love? What if no one else gives it to them? Will they ever be able to believe or accept God's love? What if I reject them, like others?</div><div><br></div><div>And what if they hurt me? That's ok. Chances are, they'd do it anyway, whether I showed them love or not.</div><div><br></div><div>And then there's the others, the ones who require a lot of time. The ones who try to hide by acting indifferent or rejecting my efforts. And what about the slow ones? Do I really believe they are worth my time, energy, and unceasing efforts? Yes. With all my heart. </div><div><br></div><div>And then I know:</div><div><br></div><div><i>I will gladly give everything I can, and then a little, to show others love. To give them a chance. I will willingly risk being hurt time and again, just for the chance to see them find a friend in Jesus. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7VMyHs2b6gQ/UttlNozvl7I/AAAAAAAABDs/4pllzxQCbkw/s640/blogger-image--1044224225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7VMyHs2b6gQ/UttlNozvl7I/AAAAAAAABDs/4pllzxQCbkw/s640/blogger-image--1044224225.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></i></div><div><i>"How can we reach a world we never touch? How can we show them Christ if we never show them love? Just to say we care will never be enough. How can we reach a world we never touch?"</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11982695869453026423noreply@blogger.com0