tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201517657761685212024-03-27T16:54:23.024-07:00Things Of this worldIn the light of his glory and graceChantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.comBlogger195125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-19351029227563931932023-04-22T13:15:00.000-07:002023-04-22T13:15:21.872-07:00The Un-Nesting<p><br /> "Why does this keep coming up?!"</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p>I sat crouched on the floor with my hands on either side of me balled in fists. I thumped the floor with my fists and gave in to tears that stung too long and couldn't be held back any longer. The pool of salt that gathered in my eyelids overflowed, landing heavy teardrops onto the pages of scripture below me.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPBtgt62l0blie2emg9tOHid0sqDsPdcYji3Ptsa0UIw11rJdm5dN-9BigegX0KIsKarTYK2UPDK9Mj8T1dzVnjn0QbJBvxEYTRLVI7zLR_8XfvNLvNTatzPyRTogFlOLhENNBVX83iZHITSfPpl1E6oFH0j753Blt3D4lDCOtGNKD4YPBttJtzHtEyQ/s3648/20230301_092323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="2736" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPBtgt62l0blie2emg9tOHid0sqDsPdcYji3Ptsa0UIw11rJdm5dN-9BigegX0KIsKarTYK2UPDK9Mj8T1dzVnjn0QbJBvxEYTRLVI7zLR_8XfvNLvNTatzPyRTogFlOLhENNBVX83iZHITSfPpl1E6oFH0j753Blt3D4lDCOtGNKD4YPBttJtzHtEyQ/w150-h200/20230301_092323.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><p></p><p>I yelled toward the ceiling, with my face lifted, and gasped for breath between sobs. </p><p>"Why, Jesus?! I <i>am </i>trying. I am choosing to be humble, I am choosing to serve, I am choosing against the will of my flesh to be mentally stronger, but I keep getting the message that I'm not measuring up. And I'm tired."</p><p>And in that moment I no longer wanted to pray. I felt forsaken and alone. I've prayed this before to seemingly no avail. So I didn't want to pray anymore. </p><p>For with all of my doing over the years I still wrestled with a heart change. I do the humble things, while inside I wrestle with selfishness. I serve while inside I wrestle with stubbornness. I painfully submit to criticism while inside I wrestle with resentment and bitterness. All of the doing and all of the praying seemed to me to amount to nothing. It continued to prove to be not enough. </p><p>What am I missing?......</p><p>The cursor on the page blinks naggingly as I write this, waiting for an answer. And that makes two of us. I am also waiting for the answer.</p><p>Then--</p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">In my heart the Word of God whispers</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"></span></p><blockquote style="font-size: 16px;">...“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me." 2 Corinthians 2:19</blockquote><p style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> and yet again</span></p><p style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial;"></span></p><blockquote><p><span><span style="font-family: inherit;">... Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, says the </span><span class="small-caps" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> of hosts. </span>Zechariah<span style="font-family: inherit;"> 4:6</span></span></p></blockquote><p style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></p><p style="font-size: 16px;">So that's it?</p><p style="font-size: 16px;">My will power, even over the longest period of time, and with the best of intentions will not produce a heart change. <br />Only the Spirit of God, which is breathed in the Word of God, can transform my mind and renew my heart. Only then can I walk in humility, serve, and submit to truth--by the power of the Holy Ghost. </p><p style="font-size: 16px;">And it's the Spirit of Jesus, like the eagle pulling the soft things out the nest to provoke the eaglets to fly, that is allowing my weaknesses to be constantly targeted to get my attention to evaluate my heart.</p><p style="font-size: 16px;">I must start now. I am going to lean on the grace of God. I am going to call on his name and request his grace to help when I'm leaning more into the flesh than the Spirit. </p><p style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"><br /></p><p></p>Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-61643416738518768492023-03-01T09:34:00.129-08:002023-03-06T14:40:32.135-08:00And what d'ya Know Part II<p> </p><p></p><blockquote><p>"I was wrong- for years- and was not only convinced, but even took pride in, the knowledge and acknowledgment of what I thought I knew.<br /></p><p>But I was wrong."</p></blockquote><p> <i> </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIyk6DSGJxj4Gh5u0OMZMoBRXpQv3RPF2_2Dme2KSwh_cgUW0udUh68F1mnKVyV4YvcnQltJH2o9-W1HuvbJWgWD8H0SALyAW0C1Sw5ESE0qvJKFeFaE6PJG_cYMLCy7SSHL-pr2-ZJwTbIwr0eAmMWWRyZVVbxQd-qSDAnBNSfpiGlBsFBxZ7WoptZg/s1440/IMG_20220220_194915_469.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIyk6DSGJxj4Gh5u0OMZMoBRXpQv3RPF2_2Dme2KSwh_cgUW0udUh68F1mnKVyV4YvcnQltJH2o9-W1HuvbJWgWD8H0SALyAW0C1Sw5ESE0qvJKFeFaE6PJG_cYMLCy7SSHL-pr2-ZJwTbIwr0eAmMWWRyZVVbxQd-qSDAnBNSfpiGlBsFBxZ7WoptZg/w400-h400/IMG_20220220_194915_469.jpg" width="400" /></a></i></div><i><br /></i><p></p><p><a href="https://thingsofthisworld.blogspot.com/2023/02/and-what-dya-know.html" target="_blank"><i>Get caught up on Part I here</i></a></p><p><i> </i><br /></p><p>So how long have you been living in the Christian Faith-- five days? 2 weeks? 6 months? Years? </p><p>How long have you come to know the best friend of all best friends, Jesus Christ?</p><p>He knows more about us than we wish He knew, but He is still here.</p><p>And so are you.</p><p>Still, what are you so convinced you know about Him that in your effort to be locked in as the "truest of the true Jesus Fanatic" that you miss out on something He's been trying to tell you about himself? </p><p>Are you missing something in verse 25 because you have verse 23 locked and loaded and highlighted in your calendar? (See Part 1 to get the joke).</p><h2 style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-YoQQj0anl7CcEk_Y_5LEOxyT9PZIqU1HdeGHem5JOIS78vXtjXulb7xte2XfZRrzHbI7PRDWnkTUkjRWxLNgghMZYO0hn6grpvwZx1xNm7cfw-ZipwGCJivOfMN77MlNcXIOBPHRaOA2qcd5fBph7yDQjPMy3m3DtjX74mtm_NVeut_mjkBMIPVLg/s4032/20221027_172856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-YoQQj0anl7CcEk_Y_5LEOxyT9PZIqU1HdeGHem5JOIS78vXtjXulb7xte2XfZRrzHbI7PRDWnkTUkjRWxLNgghMZYO0hn6grpvwZx1xNm7cfw-ZipwGCJivOfMN77MlNcXIOBPHRaOA2qcd5fBph7yDQjPMy3m3DtjX74mtm_NVeut_mjkBMIPVLg/w300-h400/20221027_172856.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />But Wait! There's More <br /><br /></div></h2><p>Acts 18:25 introduces its readers to a man by the name of Apollos. Now that's a cool name. </p><p>And look at this intro we get: Born in Alexandria, eloquent, MIGHTY! - in the scriptures, and instructed in the way of the Lord. He was an educated, seminary-produced minister of the Kingdom.<br /></p><p>But wait! There's more !</p><p>He was on fire for God, and boldly taught and spoke diligently the things of the Lord. The Bible makes note to mention he knew ONLY the baptism of John. But did this take away from his MIGHT in the scriptures? No!</p><p style="text-align: left;">There is no question Apollos was passionate for the things of the Lord.</p><p>And when two disciples, Priscilla and Aquila, heard him speaking boldly in the house of the lord, they recognized through the Holy Spirit, his hunger and passion for the things of the Lord. His fervor in speaking, also expressed the same tenor of passion he had for others to know the Jesus he has come to know and love so fiercely. </p><p>The scripture says they invited him to their home. See they were hospitable and welcoming. The scripture goes on to say they expounded to him the way of God more perfectly, or as another version says, more adequately- In other words more completely.</p><p>Apollos knew the way of God. He was just still in say verse "23". </p><p>Listen, I KNEW, I just knew, for the last 14 and half years I was right about my best friend's birthday on the 23rd. But I was off by 2 days. </p><p>Could it be our pride keeps us from knowing the way of God- more perfectly?</p><p>And could it be our pride and tradition causes us to unintentionally mock and resist the truth of God because- it just can't be.<i> I KNOW what I KNOW. </i><br /><br />And we for example, resist baptism in the name of our <span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Redeemer- Jesus Christ,</b></span> even though the scripture clearly states to do it so, declaring there is no other name on earth given among men whereby we must be saved. </p><p></p><blockquote>Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other <i><i>name</i></i> under heaven given to mankind by which we must be <i><i>saved</i></i>.” Acts 4:12 NIV<br /></blockquote><p>And we bicker and debate and tense at the mention of speaking in tongues as a sign of being filled with the gift of God's Holy Spirit. But if the Spirit of Christ has filled your heart, isn't it right to expect the language inspired by the Spirit will flow from your mouth?</p><p></p><blockquote>A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his <i><i>heart</i></i>, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his <i><i>heart</i></i>. For the <i><i>mouth</i></i> speaks what the <i><i>heart</i></i> is full of. Luke 6:45</blockquote><p>When the Spirit was poured out on the seeking disciples on the day of Pentecost, and they began to speak in other tongues under the influence of the Spirit of God, others thought they were drunk. Regardless that they heard untrained people speaking in all their different languages, they still concluded they were drunk. A perfect example of how our preconceived notions can keep us from seeing and believing there is more to be known from what we think we know.</p><p>I pray we do not allow our pride, in being the best of Jesus's best friends, make us deaf to truths he is sharing with us.</p><p>Think about it- if there is more to know, and deeper to grow in God- should not we want it? I mean if God is, in fact, our pursuit.</p><p>OK! Let's say that we are good as far as salvation goes. Yet, with being saved, isn't a deeper relationship with Him worth going beyond? I mean, you get married and you did that. And you don't cheat, and you meet each other's needs- but what about more than the marriage- what about the relationship and intimacy and knowing?<br /></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><i> The Conclusion is this...</i><br /></h3><p>14 years! I am learning more about my sweet vibrant amazing best friend still. And I wouldn't dare to tell her she is wrong about what <i>she </i>reveals new to me about herself. </p><p></p><p>Do I want God? I mean want God fully? Or do I only what I am comfortable to know about God?</p><p> Why resist the brother or sister in Christ who responds to your passion for the things of God?</p><p>Like Brother Apollos, why not have the childlike faith and humility to listen in spite of our conviction. </p><p>Is it in the Scripture?</p><p>Then why not have it? Even if you shrug <u> "it" </u> off as unnecessary, (though we learn those same things are often in fact indeed necessary) Why not have it? Why not have as much as God as we can on this side of heaven?</p><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmryHeUlnH7xD40puMXu331kAhGX_qRZUr8VeoMHQC9tMy5GeYwpmFAGbKQA6FCZUjP8Sh61jCBiLQdXpKe5Xm_IUi-02xE2TOFls3n9C3HLjmbywG9d6RgsRymHGNyQXNVCu9kfMtK3ylizygoTGODqvyZ61nmf4MOnAJzWvrdOBXlLIn2ag7eQOeDg/s3658/IMG_20230128_084811_078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3658" data-original-width="2926" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmryHeUlnH7xD40puMXu331kAhGX_qRZUr8VeoMHQC9tMy5GeYwpmFAGbKQA6FCZUjP8Sh61jCBiLQdXpKe5Xm_IUi-02xE2TOFls3n9C3HLjmbywG9d6RgsRymHGNyQXNVCu9kfMtK3ylizygoTGODqvyZ61nmf4MOnAJzWvrdOBXlLIn2ag7eQOeDg/s320/IMG_20230128_084811_078.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">This is the invitation for us all to grow </p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b>from faith to more faith</b></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p><a class="bible-item-title" href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%201%3A17&version=NKJV"></a>
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For in it the righteousness of God is revealed from <b><b>faith</b></b> <b>to</b> <b><b>faith</b></b>; as it is written, “The just shall live by <b><b>faith</b></b>.”Romans 1:17</blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b>from Glory to more glory </b></i><br /></p><blockquote>But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the <b><b>glory</b></b> of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from <b><b>glory</b></b> <b>to</b> <b><b>glory</b></b>, just as by the Spirit of the Lord. 2 Corinthians 3:18</blockquote><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>from truth to more truth</i></b></p><blockquote>until we all reach oneness in the faith and in the <b>knowledge </b>of the Son
of God, [growing spiritually] to become a mature believer, reaching to
the measure of the fullness of Christ [manifesting His spiritual
completeness and exercising our spiritual gifts in unity]. Ephesians 4:13 AMP</blockquote></div><p></p><p> </p><p>Your fellow servant in Christ Jesus, </p><p>Chantel <br /></p><p></p>Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-79803590028888031192023-02-28T07:29:00.002-08:002024-03-27T14:14:52.834-07:00And what d'ya know? <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg582ZBvXssCXZ1cLtuoTSdLQoAMlMoaTUCn3cQjXIVy3lXm7hSlpAWP1Io1NZWCMgsyZWGSkDC1XvcHX3KkgGAFuZVAtwrjZbpyuCgJChfXeQVrv-MMzoSeLRyjzJn4kfwEfScu3IwAowHaQ0gtcQszYNLip8zHLm7pb6kgmw31B5KHEfAbK8dBNI80Q/s1920/Well%20what%20d'ya%20know.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg582ZBvXssCXZ1cLtuoTSdLQoAMlMoaTUCn3cQjXIVy3lXm7hSlpAWP1Io1NZWCMgsyZWGSkDC1XvcHX3KkgGAFuZVAtwrjZbpyuCgJChfXeQVrv-MMzoSeLRyjzJn4kfwEfScu3IwAowHaQ0gtcQszYNLip8zHLm7pb6kgmw31B5KHEfAbK8dBNI80Q/w225-h400/Well%20what%20d'ya%20know.png" width="225" /></a></div><p>Fourteen and a half years ago I met my best friend. We know things about each other no one else does. Astoundingly, we've only ever been in each other's physical presence twice in that 14 year time span. That's the military for ya. Even now she's in Korea. Thank God for phones and video chat technology, as well as the good 'ol snail mail. </p><p>Over the course of our long distance friendship, there are a few things I've come to treasure.</p><p>One thing I've come to treasure is learning I don't have to put on a façade. I can be authentic. She doesn't get rubbed the wrong way by my responses or lack thereof. I'm not a big talker, but I am a huge listener. Partly because in the past I've had anxiety about saying the wrong thing; and mainly because I tend to be in my own head most often. And to be honest I really don't feel I have anything to contribute to conversations that center around topics other than home, God and family (think current events and politics and so on). In short, my "uh-huh" doesn't get interpreted by my best friend as me being uninterested. She gets me. I like that I don't have to force a deep response to convey my genuine attention to her. </p><p>Secondly, I appreciate the understanding that we are both moms and wives with five plus kiddos in static and dynamic seasons simultaneously. It's okay if a month goes by and the two-way communication pauses. I don't get worried (anymore) when I may not hear from her for some time. That is my cue to lift my friend in prayer and send out occasional " I Love you" and "I'm thinking about you" flares. You see, the other thing about me is this- I'm affectionate and compassionate to a fault.</p><p>In my defense for those who know me personally, I'm not particularly fond of being on the receiving end of physical affection. I do love hugs though- giving them mostly. Touch is my love language only in context. Yet I must say I feel most fulfilled when I can do something that makes others feel loved, regarded, and cared for. I detest the idea of people feeling overlooked, disregarded, or excluded. Contributing to others feeling seen and acknowledged is a big deal for me.</p><p>Specifically I take great joy in greeting newcomers at church, and following up with them. Likewise, it makes my heart full to remember my loved ones birthdays and send them a birthday greeting.</p><p>And so every year I can't wait to say Happy birthday to one of my dearest friends. I try to send a gift in time when I can. Yet I always make it a point to say something thoughtful and meaningful, and just-for-her. I feel accomplished and excited to make sure she knows- "Hey we are far apart, but you are not forgotten. I love you."</p><p>And with 14 clock hours in difference as it presently is between us, I timed it up for the 23rd day of the month and sent my curated GIF and birthday salutation- one to be envious of for sure. I can't wait for her to see it.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;"> The Reveal</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>And she does. In response my sweet beautiful-souled friend of mine thanks me with heartwarming, authentic appreciation. <p>"It's the 25th! LOL. Thank you sug'."</p><p>Immediately I mentally respond, What? No, your birthday is the 23rd- one day before my daughter's. It's been that way in my calendar for the last 14 years and--<br /></p><p>But then I laughed and shook my head in disbelief,</p><p>"Bes' Fren'! Almost 15 years though. I have been telling you happy birthday on the 23rd. Why haven't you told me??"</p><p>" I have! LOL. Like every year!"</p><p>By this time I'm doubled over laughing, still trying to remember when has she ever told me her birthday was the day after, not the day before my daughter's birthday-- The 25th?! I also think it was hilarious that for a second I was so convinced that SHE was wrong about her OWN birthday.</p><p>But how could she be? It's hers. </p><p>I was wrong- for years- and was not only convinced, but even took pride in, the knowledge and acknowledgment of what I thought I knew. <br /></p><p>But I was wrong.</p><p> </p><p><i>To Be continued....</i><br /></p><p><i><a href="https://thingsofthisworld.blogspot.com/2023/03/and-what-dya-know-part-ii.html">Click here for part 2</a></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-73796542705331965122020-09-01T18:16:00.003-07:002022-10-27T09:41:35.315-07:00The ebb and flow of sleepless nights05/20/20<br />
11:41 pm<br />
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My self-proclaimed rational distrust in the age around me causes me as a mother to sleep, as it would be called, with one eye open.<br />
I sleep, often restlessly.<br />
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My son's share a room and it is a blessing. Simultaneously it's often a slight inconvenience--on varying levels. Lets just say there is a 10 year range of ages between the three-- the oldest 17 at the time of this post. [<i>And that's it's own story.]</i><div><br />
But I'll err on the side of it being a blessing. It must be the precise design of the creator to shuttle them all this way together, to mold and form something that would otherwise not be molded in them, for a purpose revealed beyond this frame of time. I must choose to believe that so I can sleep.</div><div>
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But back to my sleepless nights.<br />
And while there are varying reasons, I'll relay one such episode here:<br />
<br />So as I mentioned, my son's share a room and the room door of my son's room is off-hitch. It protests stubbornly when trying to open or close the thing. It must be forced closed with its solidly fixed, yet somehow precarious hinges.<br />
And each time they exit and enter anytime in the night (<i>since we are painstakingly engaged in night training the youngest</i>) it jolts me awake, with a heart stirring adrenaline to which possibly only a mother can relate.</div><div><br />
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This ease of wakefulness comes from the training mothers receive with the first infant waking when we arrive home with our new bundle of joy. I suppose I proceeded to learn Joy has many connotations in those early months. <i>Weeping may endure for a night but Joy comes in the morning</i>. I must say, Joy for one thing, was nursing a young one to sleep, and sleeping while he nursed. Yes,sleep...<br />
<br />Still later, this ease of wakefulness also comes from moments of betrayal that have caused me to question my competency as a God-fearing parent, by way of commonly defiant teens with access to devices that let too much of the world in. </div><div>Yes, I use the digital prowess of family supervised accounts, shutting down the internet at a designated time, having mobile device turn in curfews, setting guidelines for mobile device use, etc. Still, I am only one deterrent.</div><div>And sadly, some of these regulations and safety nets came after discoveries of access to content no God-fearing believer should entertain.<br />
<br />Sigh- let's just say all the strategy to save their eyes, hearts, and innocence can sometimes feel thwarted by the sheer intelligence, and determination, of these digital-aged kiddos to defy the rules. I've blocked so many different devices, only to be met with "work-arounds" to those blockages. My eldest teen, for example figured out how to by-pass the router using other routers or extenders, or whichever else that brilliant mind thought of, to refuse submitting to the rules.<br />
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But still I fight.<br />
I remember that it's not a flesh and blood war in which I engage.<br />
I wage war against the <i>spiritual wickedness in high places</i>.<br />
It's spiritual.<br />
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Sleepless nights-- not because I distrust God (and I am certain I need to trust Him more. );<br />
But I sleep restlessly often because I distrust this world, and the rulers of the darkness of this<br />
age.<br />
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I must watch as well as pray; and while I pray I work on <i>being anxious for nothing and making my requests known to the Lord.</i> I pray.<div><br /></div><div>And I sleep with one eye open.</div><div>Knowing the battle in the mind will be won. </div><div>Because it must be.<br />
So warring momma, you are not alone. </div><div>We must fight.</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>The weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but they are mighty through God</b></i></div><div><i><b> to the pulling down of strongholds. 2 Corinthians 10:4<br /></b></i>
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Almost two years since I have been at this...<br />
Writing.<br />
And I am vaguely aware of, and made even somewhat brave by, the supposed supposing that not many eyes will read, nor many minds ponder the scripted thoughts that tap across this un-blanked space.<br />
Hmm-<br />
Something about this is so invigorating.<br />
Yes, it's been a while.<br />
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And I could expel the last almost two years in a projectile of cluttered verbiage. But I will spare you dear reader such superfluity. Instead the summation of the last <i>almost</i> two years can be expressed in one word--<i>rollercoaster.</i><br />
"Oh, me too" you say?<br />
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Well it's good to know I am in good company.<br />
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I say good, because as a believer I have been on the long and the short of all guilt trips in relation to experiencing helplessness, hopelessness, anxiety, anger, distrust, faithlessness, and well [add your own here]. I have been at the place where I've chosen to believe, and disbelieve, and hang on the balance between the two, that I must not be as committed or as full of Christ as I should be if I feel and am overwhelmed with any of the latter. Sigh. <i>Oh what grace to trust Him more...</i><br />
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And while I won't divulge everything that has occurred since July 11,2018 in one post. I will share some things I have learned along the journey of rediscovering redefining and restructuring self, and Christ in the middle of this self. And as cliche' as it is- it still holds true that like you I am still journeying, and learning, and discovering, and restructuring and redefining me in relation to what surrounds me. I'll share moments on parenting, ministering, ministering while parenting, adulting, working, financing, wife-ing, friending and unfriending, posting, schooling, anxious-being, grieving, baby-fevering....yeah. Nothing unique here. Because, aren't we all?<br />
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So no seat belts are required.<br />
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Welcome friend.Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-56343429543218937112018-07-11T05:14:00.000-07:002018-07-11T05:15:02.558-07:00Changing Perspective<div dir="auto"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:16pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">The last picture was supposed to be the last picture. Yet, my young husband shook his head as he waited for me to find just the right angle, adjust for the sun light, and aim just at the right height to capture the sun flare, piercing into my soul from the tree line. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Well maybe not quite piercing my soul, but it begged to be captured, and held protectively in the digital confines of this memory catcher- my trusty camera.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">We got in the car and he looked at the tree line and turned to me. "What is so special about what I'm looking at?" </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"> I showed him the capture. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">His eyes widened, blown away by the exquisite way the light burst through the leaves like a star, cascading flakes of gold on the branches and gently landing on the fence below- ending with a warm glow that only the late afternoon sun could emanate.</span></p><br><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"><img alt="20161030_173439.jpg" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/ennpO8HIExj6MYUgivALBFDWzub-teUUxKLR68wCyWZRzYd3Ap0z7T4_wtZJDVF-38Llh7L-gdfkb9lm1fNUoqb3_gJc5VvJ7owiBt1qKSLygILb3dUl-QsnZNq8ynl1RFmXMFpg" width="241" height="427" style="border:none"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-style:italic;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">#nofilter</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">)</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">It dawned on me that this -the eye for the moment (the moments that call out to be taken) is not something to be taken for granted. These moments are the ones that captivate and manipulate emotions. These are the moments that render us sometimes helpless, unable to let go of yesterday. These moments simultaneously revive hope. When I look at my portfolio, and see the myriad of pictures taken, one would never determine there were ever hard and hurting times in my life.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Yet one would be wrong.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">There were many moments when we did not know where the next meal was coming from. There were seasons where the ends just simply didn't meet. Days existed where dreams threatened to fade and die. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">But in photos from those seasons I see rays of yellow bending light cupping daydreaming faces. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/DtElejTswuLtkiQ4KJkJsqdacPntS9r_T7913nrNAF5owppamMR6VXYSiPGCWrHyHclnQ-vhvxP5W4M4orMjg4QaEy59jfVB2frDHZoaKmmI2ipCsMSY6bmbJQlud1mm5dXDZ-oE" width="319" height="541" style="border:none"></span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">I see footprints in knee-high snow, like treasure maps to 3 nearby snow angels all in a row.</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/ucoSomn25mfLfvsZEVjTIhl0WeCilzxZ0ZqXI2MCFKZL4s6fpJSlo6XozHw45QLKwa1DwaR5_BZMEnC4T38QqWPZOaK2iUd5fuUZrb2LpK-kolzn9ouwlb8ZFlIoij9vSCeguM5H" width="353" height="353" style="border:none"></span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">I see siblings in cornfields playing hide and seek.</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/jJr_pt9DgrJlch3PlfDidWihdJGla2zdokfQiwzLK9tuF5zG2YMggzuLHjH74LTS3WVhVpRHsrW7qAdUgFNYxgL8Ks_-KU8Lr57OykcM5pFR4tnsVCdDgDq682P49a2NKOczH-i3" width="348" height="348" style="border:none"></span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">I see backyard explorers, ready to take over S.S. Treehouse.</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/DW3yLAD4HJSbqSU9ThIrVz-dgGGUChc0OpHWQGM4RU1oRfHSMDGeQ6aKRnC7WzEs3OU5J_hSP4VKhlzxX754qZrcPLB8eN5BFQmDWkvpjgFDnd0uBfJ6Y5KWg4sxoPN1u2HqCtjJ" width="372" height="372" style="border:none"></span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">And I see young ones running through sunflower fields, temporarily oblivious to the outside world.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/DXYQj6i5bDqlgxSyq-zY2SkJdtv1KV9Bke0JRx29gaH_Io50z3z_DYjajVwPIib69TluoBXJZU8MamdhXdLdDsPJmpWrTy4mEJ-uAPT_Ql_VowbcQ03r6QlxsG9zaT0kYib_rOOt" width="450" height="338" style="border:none"></span></p><br><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">These moments reminds us that in hard seasons, there are still smiles to be smiled, laughs to be laughed, and stories to be made. And so while it may look like we are just taking pictures from one angle, we're capturing moments, and encapsulating the beauty of life's ups and downs. We're finding the happy in the crappy and the joy in the "oh boy!" And we are writing the awe in the awful and discovering, it too is awesome. You just have to look from through another lens, and maybe change your aperture for a new perspective.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/p2qt9u-YntNQkz4d2DKMk7TY9vfJhi-gCCRBRI5gpVNZ3aMHji4frWAhtwXEi7msjXOrn8o1afyUy6HbVZjWwXIU_8f1iwbOadKCRpB0QD46uJGHZXQxa4fJ6VhUMRkqucj1jlDs" width="453" height="340" style="border:none"></span></p><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">*</span><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">All Images property of Chantel L Dillard, subject to copyright and may not be reproduced or copied without express permission and accreditation.</span></p></div> Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-87769510660205114082018-01-19T04:12:00.001-08:002018-01-19T04:12:03.598-08:00The Course He set<div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">This morning in meditation my thoughts turned toward the sun and the stars and the moon and how their course and purpose was established from the very beginning. Since then they have stayed the course (with the exception when God allowed the sun to stand for Joshua's sake). They have fulfilled their purpose. All of God's creation has done this, except humanity.</div><div dir="auto">And I imagined my self as a star set on a course, a destined pathway. I realize that time and time again I've deviated off course in an attempt to satisfy my own curiosity or fulfill my own desires. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">But just as the course of the sun, itself a star, determines and shapes seasons, I wonder if maintaining or averting my course impacts seasons the same way. And not for myself alone, for others. I can't help but begin to feel the responsibility of someone discovering or not discovering something of God because I walk in, or fail to walk in, my God-ordained course, set from the beginning of my creation. </div><div dir="auto">My stalling or deviation may have hindered or diverted a divine encounter. </div><div dir="auto">Now God can make the crooked places straight. And I can not stop his plans. "Nothing can catch Him by surprise- He's got this figured out..." (Travis Greene, Made A Way). </div><div dir="auto">But oh the awakening my mind is experiencing that each moment in the walk of Gods child is divinely appointed. Someone is being directly or indirectly impacted by what I do and say. </div><div dir="auto">I must stay the course, to shine for him. I must trust my present and next step to his divine mastery. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">"I lean not to my own understanding. My life is in the hands </div><div dir="auto">of the maker of heaven. </div><div dir="auto">I give it all to you God,</div><div dir="auto"> trusting that you'll make something beautiful</div><div dir="auto">Out of me"</div><div dir="auto">-Leon Timbo</div></div> Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-72258166571133910642017-12-07T07:06:00.003-08:002024-03-27T14:34:04.220-07:00The First Kiss: Keeping it holy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One of the first mentions of the word </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>kiss </b></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">in the bible is in Genesis 27:26. Isaac asked his son to come near and kiss him. In this context it is clear that that kiss is not one of a romantic gesture. It is an action of greeting between those who have deep regard for one another. In middle eastern culture even today, a kiss on the cheek between males and females alike is a cultural standard greeting between friends and loved ones. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A concordance search of the word kiss denotes the kiss, in the majority of the Bible mentions, as a form of a greeting--much like a hug among brothers and sisters, family and friends.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There is no question that a hug between friends and family is very different than a hug shared between a betrothed or married couple. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The same consideration for a kiss. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the concordance search there is mention of a kiss that is not platonic- between mere friends or family. On the contrary, this is a kiss of a romantic or sexual nature. This romantic kiss is mentioned clearly in Song of Solomon 1:2, where the kisses are contextually romantic. “Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth.” Also in Song of Solomon 8:1, the female speaker longs for an excuse to kiss her love without being reproached. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
<b style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">The Hebrew word for kiss above is nashaq. It literally means to put together, to fasten up. It is also translated as a gentle touch as in Ezekiel 3:13, or in some contexts, nashaq is translated as “to arm” or “ to equip with weapons” such as in 1 Chronicles 12:4 , 2 Chronicles 17:17, Psalm 78:9.<br /></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When the apostle encourages the brethren to greet one another in a holy kiss in the epistles, it is the word </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">philema</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">- denoting a fraternal kiss of brotherly love. Much like aforementioned in the middle eastern culture. It was not to encourage sexual or romantic philandering, rather bonding and mutual familial affection. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I think it is prudent that the older/experienced believers, encourage our young men and woman to guard their hearts. When one is engaged it is easy to believe it is OK to engage in romantic kissing. Each has their own convictions on the matter, which is why I wanted to go to the word to clarify what God expects for his children. One peck on the lips, can began a progression to intimate acts that are not easily retracted. One lingering touch between lips that last a second longer than intended, can heighten sexual passion in an instant. Literally. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Do not be fooled. Even Paul declared, the evil he does not want to do, he does, because, the good that he wants to do is opposed by the present evil. Don’t give room to the flesh my dear brothers and sister in Christ. We don’t want to be stumbling blocks to one another- especially the younger ones who look up to you as young adults. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In conclusion- a betrothed or engaged couple should reserve the romantic kiss for marriage- for when the vows are said and done, the betrothed couple is sacredly joined before God and man. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">The nashaq is “to join”. To do so before you have vowed yourself one to another, only to “divorce” (a complete separation between two things) before you have "tied the knot" is to bring unnecessary shame and heartbreak. Breakups happen.</div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Save your first romantic kiss for once your marriage vows have been spoken. A betrothed couple should be sure to make it clear between one another their boundaries on expressing their affection toward each other before marriage. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When it comes to social media, be sure you both always agree on what should or should not be posted. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">At the end of the day it is your decision. Sadly, we can all ( myself included) make the word say what we want it when we want it if we want to do something badly enough. </span></div>
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Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-80721692272424370802017-11-07T11:19:00.000-08:002017-11-07T11:19:51.978-08:00An Essay on Growing<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 3pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Many of the fears we face are more in our own heads. Your circle of family and friends are not going to suddenly disown you. If we think about it, they are in their own various phases of “becoming”. Don’t suppress the unique individual that you are growing into, just to appease the comfort level of others. Your resentment and frustration of role playing will soon betray you. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Maybe a caterpillar knows it will be a butterfly one day. Maybe not. I laugh at the thought of the caterpillar stopping itself from crawling away to build a cocoon,because it didn’t want to offend it’s buggy pals. It wouldn’t survive in that form for long. If it kept trying to suppress the urge to go out on a limb and hang alone for a while, it would die. Can you imagine the energy and effort it would take for a caterpillar to force itself to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">not </span><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">go to the next stage of growth? It can not be much better when we attempt it. We may as well put that energy into becoming. Interestingly enough, a writer named Paul understood this process.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.- 1 Corinthians 13:11-12</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not that I have already attained, or am already perfected; but I press on, that I may lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus has also laid hold of me. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing </span><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I do,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead,-Philippians 3:12-13</span></div>
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Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-43444206185335630242017-08-16T14:34:00.000-07:002023-02-26T14:34:52.988-08:00Because Charlottesville happened...<p>08/16/2017</p><p>I generally like to stay away from controversial commentary when racial tension in the nation of the United States is once again fueled.<br />
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Why?<br />
Because I do not want to be carted as a representation of a group of people.<br />
I represent myself. Not my family, not my culture. So my views below are my own.<br />
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And as an individual I am reeling once again at the sting of racism.<br />
Not racism from over 400 years ago, or 100 years ago, or even of just a little over 50 years ago. I am talking about the racism of today.<br />
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My mind goes numb at the stark reality that racism exists.<br />
It exists intentionally and unintentionally.<br />
It exists consciously and sub-consciously.<br />
It exists inter-culturally and intra-culturally.<br />
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And because it is real and not a fragment of my imagination or a hyped-up false sense of victim mentality, my internal response to it is just as real:<br />
Anger;<br />
Frustration;<br />
and to some degree - defeat.<br />
As a holy Spirit-filled believer in the liberating power of Jesus' name I have experienced the gentility and the equality that the blood of Jesus creates among the body of believers.<br />
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I can honestly say I have found I am not more comfortable around black people over whites. I am most comfortable around family. People that have the same blood and a like spirit- they are family to me. The family of God, from whatever nationality they originate, are with whom I feel the most at home.<br />
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Having said that, this experience does not render me unaffected by racism. I am affected and also empathetic to the way unbelievers respond. My empathy does not mean I condone the means of response by way of violence, yet empathize I will.<br />
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Just being a child of God does not take away the reality for which I have to prepare my children. It does not erase the sting of comments about the darkness of their skin, or the purported hierarchy of those with lighter skinned school mates.<br />
It does not erase my having to constantly remind my daughters that their hair is beautiful in its curly "unruliness", and that long straight hair is not the epitome of beauty- rather another dynamic of it.<br />
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I still get offended when the darkness of my skin is referenced in a comment encased in a joking manner, hesitating to say something that would render me too sensitive or taking things too personally.<br />
Yet isn't it personal?<br />
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Will my Caucasian family and friends understand that I wrestle with filling out applications and answering the so-called equal opportunity questions?<br />
Will they understand that sub-consciously I feel I have to make sure I carry myself a certain way so I can distinguish myself from the negative stereotypes of the black-American culture?<br />
Will they understand that I think that <i>they think</i> the way to equality is to view everyone as the same- that no one is uniquely this or that- and nothing is distinctively "black", " white", Hispanic, Asian, etc.?<br />
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And will thy understand that I am still trying to figure out how to navigate the current society as a young black female, caught in the middle of both sides of the spectrum.<br />
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I am privileged to work and worship in beautifully diverse environments. I don't even think twice about skin or color- I'm among family.<br />
Then there are moments that differences are obvious- styles, tastes, expectations, and behaviors.<br />
Its these differences however that we cannot ignore or allow to bring division.<br />
We should acknowledge and embrace these differences among cultures.<br />
God made them so that humanity as a whole could unite all their strengths, which in turn would overcome any weakness.<br />
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If one culture is great at hunting, one is great at cooking, one is great at building, one is great at planning, one is great at defending, another is great at adorning, and another is great at leading, and so on and so forth- the strengths would unite, rather than the weaknesses dividing.<br />
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This I believe was God's plan from the beginning. Yet Satan took the first step of separation when he planted a seed in Eve's mind for dominion over more than what God gave. She wanted to be like God. And that pursuit of divinity has cursed humanity from the beginning.<br />
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Until the earth is rid of this iniquity, there is a reality that can not be ignored.<br />
Racism must be addressed painfully and honestly. Dialogue must be uncomfortably engaged in, and these things goes not out but by fasting or prayer.<br />
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<br /></p>Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-52868866960640724442017-06-06T19:43:00.001-07:002017-06-06T23:09:33.465-07:00Learning Love: The Marriage Cycle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello Sharecroppers. It's been a while I know.<br />
When you are a bi-vocational momma ( <i>that's redundant isn't it?since the word "mom" denotes multi-vocational, but I digress)....</i><br />
<i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i> As it goes, I was super busy doing multiple jobs and going back to school. Talk about a full plate.<br />
So the blogging took a little break.<br />
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In the meant time I have been writing music, juggling a full schedule, and trying to keep my head from exploding.<br />
I have also been doing my best at nurturing my marriage in the middle of it all.<br />
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It would imply an age of merriment - you know, merry age? ( <i>ba-da-chh!)</i><br />
But on a serious note, experience proves it's not an "age" at all. It's more like a series of phases. Marriage can not be learned in a class. It's on-the-job learning at its finest. Marriage employs learning love, and teaching love- and highest of all- God love.<br />
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Amidst the learning and teaching there is a cycle I have observed in 15 years of marriage. Here is my take on what the " marriage cycle" looks like:<br />
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<b>Phase one</b>- Happiness, warmth "Oh my gosh I'm so in love",<br />
<b>Phase two</b>- Contentment. "I wish this moment could last forever", etc.<br />
But Then an action or verbal event triggers<br />
<b>Phase three</b> - discontentment about something, "Wow I never knew he/she/I _____."<br />
Followed by<br />
<b>Phase four-</b> a period of questioning. "Does this mean___" " Who did I marry?" "Can I accept that?"<br />
<b>Phase five- </b>the period of confrontation and frustration as two try to understand the other, and try to get the other to understand them.<br />
Then that period goes into<br />
<b>Phase six- </b>a period of contemplation. The fight/argument/discussion comes to a head and both parties feel at a loss. They don't want to keep arguing as it is getting nowhere, and just going in circles. During this phase, a mental analysis of self, the other, the situation, the state of the marriage- past present and future- take place.<br />
After this phase it goes back to<br />
<b>Phase seven- </b>confrontation. "OK I had time to think about what you said...."<br />
<b>Phase eight- </b>understanding, then<br />
<b>Phase nine-</b>compromise. I like to call this co-promises. Rather than thinking about what I am losing, think about it like It's promises you make to yourself and each other regarding working toward the a harmonious resolution.<br />
This then cycles back to<br />
<b>Phase ten- </b>contentment and<br />
back to <br />
<b>Phase one-</b> happiness.<br />
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The unique thing is this cycle can span a day, a week, a month, or a year, maybe more. But I can guarantee, you ask any couple married for more than a year, they can attest to the cycle.<br />
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It would be nice if we could have the " Hallmark " movie moment all the time, but real life and different people don't make for sappy, predictable TV.<br />
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The truth is God is prepared for every phase and season of our daily lives. This is why he has granted and curated new mercies unique to each of our days.<br />
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The joy of marriage is that once you had had enough tense discussions and heated arguments, you can face them with positivity knowing that you'll be back at One.<br />
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Now to single out one phase, <b>eight </b>is possibly the most challenging. Phase eight forces you to really empathize with your spouse and go beyond feeling what they are feeling. It puts you into understanding what motivates the feeling they are experiencing.<br />
Yes- you must get to <i>truly</i> know them. This is where the past comes out in the open, and when the present collides with prior selves. This is when you realize your spouse used to be afraid of the dark, so the TV on in the bedroom is soothing even though for you it's unnerving. Or they experienced a mental trauma at age six with a family pet that they forgot about until you decided you guys needed a cute terrier. This is when you realize they were bullied in elementary school and going a different way home every day is a conditioned protective measure, not, as you presumed, a spontaneous act of adventure. Understanding is easily the phase that requires the most patience, yet it is where the most love learning takes place.<br />
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Understanding can not be skipped. If it is, phase one will be superficial, causing a break down in contentment. As the years go by and each phase cycles completely and healthily, phase one and two are experienced for longer and longer periods, until there is nothing left to question except death's parting. And even that, if your life was lived for the master, will pose no questions, but rather a statement at the end of it all<br />
<i><b>"Well done". </b></i><br />
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<br />Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-48636985308227609732017-04-10T00:36:00.001-07:002023-02-26T14:39:41.789-08:00Why not?<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW6zj_dmVeuxekdBA751IQljc8vdQ5jIisGzn-dRgpLiFZp_b1a0kaHB3uqEGerCI-_ecBkO-zdHxq0HCpYZgi2q4v2Mz7uNneDcXtNcGQzkC8CuPI8navvhr1ejBeOgQywOfraKpphFXLb9HcN1YO5zB_z1TzHPE8MST2Xv0L8MekYPU0gqw5rQpyw/s1920/VideoCapture_20230225-202508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW6zj_dmVeuxekdBA751IQljc8vdQ5jIisGzn-dRgpLiFZp_b1a0kaHB3uqEGerCI-_ecBkO-zdHxq0HCpYZgi2q4v2Mz7uNneDcXtNcGQzkC8CuPI8navvhr1ejBeOgQywOfraKpphFXLb9HcN1YO5zB_z1TzHPE8MST2Xv0L8MekYPU0gqw5rQpyw/w400-h225/VideoCapture_20230225-202508.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b><u>Why Not</u></b><br />
So even if you have nothing much to say<br />
why not<br />
pray?<br />
And when you have no kindness left to give why not<br />
give your last?<br />
When you're all touched out, and worn out<br />
why not<br />
lay?<br />
Why don't you go ahead and sing even if you can't hold a note?<br />
Or<br />
if singing is too hard then maybe<br />
just hum-<br />
and if suffering is long<br />
why not have a good cry ,then<br />
look to the heavens and ask the Lord "why?"- "when?"<br />
Yes life's unpredictable-<br />
why not<br />
laugh in the Devil's face?<br />
Look straight in the mirror and,<br />
Stand out in that crowded place.<br />
Why not be intentional-<br />
living for God-<br />
then use your last hour of the day<br />
in His word.<br />
Or when you're too tired<br />
why not whisper His name?<br />
and just let the grace of<br />
His love fan the flame?<br />
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And when sleep is distant<br />
why not think of smiles,<br />
and things that bring warmth to your heart,<br />
whispering praises for a while.<br />
When success's inconsistent<br />
why not voice the sadness,<br />
yet still tell God Thank you<br />
because what you don't have<br />
gives meaning to what you do?<br />
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Then he'll say that perfection is being curated;<br />
that even your weakness is strength underrated.<br />
When God is involved , the limit's celestial<br />
He sends forth his Spirit and you are created.<br />
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-Created to be his original vision.<br />
This world is the sharpening tool of precision<br />
exposing and molding and trimming, refining.<br />
His Grace is enough. Live freely.<br />
Why not?</p>Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-60295513115544404522017-03-13T18:52:00.004-07:002017-03-13T18:58:00.857-07:00Breathing Room<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For the past month I have been bubbling over with pure excitement! Every time I have a quiet moment joy rises in me from my center and I have to let it out in an exclamation of praise and laughter.</div>
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I have caught myself randomly laughing, unable to hold in the physical stirring of anticipation and elation in my belly. </div>
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<i>Why?, you may ask.</i> I am excited about the very near-future.</div>
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For a number of years my family ( like many others) has endured trial and hardship. It felt we could not get out of a cycle of financial oppression. And while some things were effects of not-so-great choices, there seemed to be one wave of challenge after the other preventing us from coming up for air. In the last year however it felt the heaviest for all of us. Yet it was in the heaviness that our faith became the strongest. There were only two options- throw in the towel and give up, or "batten down the hatches" put our heads down and plow through.</div>
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I wish we could take the credit for the perseverance and faith, but God gets that. His own Spirit of strength was made perfect in our weakness.</div>
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Sometimes the only faith we had was mere faith<i>fulness</i>- commitment and determination to remain and do what we said we would do.</div>
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Yet, hope in the future and in a God who is infinite in wisdom gave us the push I needed, to walk on.</div>
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Suddenly, as year 2016 ended, and 2017 began, a renewed sense of hope was ushered in with it. Yes, this is the case with any New Year, but this was different. It felt more tangible and more than wishful thinking. It was more than simply a drive to succeed or fortified will-power. Something was planted in my heart, that let me know- <b>know-</b> we were about to walk out of oppression into a large place.</div>
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In the meantime, gratefulness flows from my heart, but it is a thankfulness that is fueled by the Holy Ghost. It is a joy that wells up in my soul, sparked by the Spirit of God himself. I can not help but let out a "whoop!" and say an emphatic " Thank you!"</div>
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I am myself blown away by it, wondering in my mind where it is all coming from. I lay down to rest and take notice of the joy that bubbles up. It's remarkable.</div>
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<i><b>And the enemy of my soul takes notice too. </b></i></div>
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And he has attempted to put doubt in my mind about the genuineness of my praise. He has whispered that my thankfulness is shallow and superficial- that I am only praising God because the heaviness is lifted. </div>
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The Devil is a liar! If he says it, then the opposite must be true.</div>
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So I know my worship is real and deep- and I will not stop. </div>
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In the prison he is worthy and will receive my praise. </div>
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Many times when we say Lord I am waiting on you to move on my behalf, our "waiting" on God is really an undercover demand in disguise. We say we are waiting on the Lord, but really we are bargaining with the Lord. "Lord I will not move until you do <i>this and this</i>."<br />
We stand still, not truly out of "wanting to please the Lord" but rather out of fear.<br />
In other words, we do not trust God enough to walk on.<br />
Maybe God seems silent, because he is waiting on us to fully trust him.<br /></span>
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I know this may seem so opposite to what is traditionally taught.<br />
None of us want to make a move until we know it's the Lord's will. Acts 5:39<br /></span>
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Yet consider this-<br /></span>
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Have you obeyed the gospel? <i>Yes.</i><br />
Are you filled with his Spirit? <i>Yes.</i><br />
Do you acknowledge the Lord daily? <i>Yes.</i><br /></span>
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Then you are in his will, and in his will you are safe.<br />
Walk on and walk in the Spirit, responding to what comes your way, in the Spirit.<br /></span>
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But now you reached a crossroad and need to know which way to go.<br /></span>
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Is option A transgressing the law of God? Is option B?<br />
<i>Yes?</i><br />
Easy. Choose the path of righteousness. <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James+2:10-12&version=KJV" target="_blank">James 2:10-12.</a><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i><i> No?</i><br />
Then evaluate-<br /></span>
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Will option A hinder my growth in Christ? Will B? <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Hebrews+5:11-13&version=KJV" target="_blank">Hebrews 5:12</a><br />
<i>Yes? </i> Choose the one that won't.<br />
<i>Neither? </i> Move on to next question.<br /></span>
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Will option A compromise my ministry or calling? Will B <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Thessalonians+1:11&version=KJV" target="_blank">2 Thess 1:11</a><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> Yes. </i> Choose the one that won't.<br />
<i>Neither. </i> Move on to next question.<br /></span>
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Will option A negatively affect the ministry or calling of another? Will option B?<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts+15%3A32-41&version=KJV" target="_blank"> Acts 15:32-41</a>, <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians+2%3A3&version=KJV" target="_blank">Philippians 2:3</a>, <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+12:4-6&version=KJV" target="_blank">Romans 12:4-5</a><br />
<i>* Now this does not ask will another be in agreement by the decision. We can not control the emotional response of others, but we should be able to determine how much impact our involvement/presence/ministry affects/influences/supports another's.</i><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> Yes. </i> Choose the one that won't.<br />
<i>Neither. </i> Move on to next question.<br /></span>
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Do I prefer one of the options A or B?<br />
<i>Yes</i>. Choose your preference.<br />
Now, Walk on and walk by Faith, responding to what comes your way in the Spirit.<br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-72029216424277950362017-02-06T19:30:00.000-08:002017-02-06T19:30:00.109-08:00Is it the will of God?- Part 2OK, let's be honest.<br />
There are happenings in our life story when a finer, more precise decision is needed. There are moments, if you may, when a deliberate movement of the hand will produce a purposeful, detailed line on the painted canvas. <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(continuing with our painting analogy from part one)</span></i><br />
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When a painter reaches for a specific fine-tipped angled brush, preparing to manipulate the paint atop the background, he has a purpose in mind. In this same vein, God is precise about certain aspects of our lives. There are areas that are intended to bring distinctions to, and/or be distinctive from, other areas. There are, for example, dark contrasting shadows that make the colors around them vibrant. When dark moments seem to enter our life canvas, remember that it's purpose is to embolden the bright times.<br />
Those less clearer points are the moments when we must follow the examples set forth in the word:<br />
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Don't get me wrong. I am not saying the Lord should only be sought in times of great indecision. Daily the face of the Lord should be sought and the requests for God to order your steps should be made. Once you have placed the day and it's events in the Father's hands, trust that your actions from that point, in that day, are in the will of God.<br />
When situations arise, however, that are out of the normal routine and/or cause you to hesitate and think twice, seek the Lord. Life-altering decisions? They should be taken to the Lord in prayer and even fasting.<br />
In the example above God's servants did not need to know if they were to preach the gospel. They were given that command in Matt 28 and in Acts 1. They did not need to ask God if they were to evangelize. In the same manner there are somethings we should just know to do as children of God. We do not need to "seek the Lord" on these matters. And just like the disciples and the apostles in many instances, their path was guided by mere turn of events. There were places they ended up being, simply out of sheer cause and effect. One particular moment met them at a place calling for intentional action and decision. Now, what they needed was clarity on where next to go and in what manner they were to minister. They moved only at the direction of the Holy Spirit. They were able to hear the Spirit's instruction because they prayed and cleared away the distraction of the world and humbled their flesh through fasting. Then they heard clear direction from the Lord.<br />
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The conclusion of the matter is this- be anxious for nothing.<br />
Seek the Lord's guidance and trust your life to flow in his Will for the everyday.<br />
And for those moments where the chain of events have seemingly ceased to flow- seek the Lord with intent, with prayer, and fasting. The spirit will instruct you.<br />
Walk on child of God- and marvel at the masterpiece the master painter is creating with your life story.<br />
Walk on and rest in the safety of his infinite wisdom, and his masterful plan.<br />
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<br />Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-5261015904956619212017-01-27T21:55:00.000-08:002017-02-06T19:25:19.165-08:00Is it the Will of God?- Part 1<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjHFEx40V9s/TzX54yV5AnI/AAAAAAAAAmk/b8a_klMPaPw/s1600/bob-ross-landscape-oil-painting-27-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Image result for bob ross winter scenes" border="0" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjHFEx40V9s/TzX54yV5AnI/AAAAAAAAAmk/b8a_klMPaPw/s640/bob-ross-landscape-oil-painting-27-12.jpg" width="640" /></a>OK so have you heard of Bob Ross?<br />
If you haven't, look him up.<br />
He's a gifted painter.<br />
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And while watching Bob Ross paint recently, (because hubby has been binge watching every season) I was mesmerized at the brilliant use of color and brush stroke that made every painting breathtakingly, reflectively, and simply beautiful.<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> ( How's that for a long sentence?) </span></i><br />
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I was in prayer Wednesday morning, focusing on seeking the Lord for direction for my family. The verse in proverbs was my motivation. I wanted to make sure we "acknowledged Him in all our ways, [that] He may direct our paths."<br />
As I knelt at my chair, talking with my Father, a painting from Bob Ross begin to take shape in my mind's eye.<br />
First there was the various shades and gradients of blues and whites, birthed from a whirlwind of broad brush strokes to form the backdrop.<br />
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Then Father spoke to me-<br />
<i>See how the magnificence of this background color formed? It was a masterful mixing of hues on the palette, a skillful retrieval of paint onto the brush- just so- , and a confident generous application of the paint onto the canvas. Though,it was not done with a fine brush but a broad one, though the strokes were not singular, but wide-spread, it produces a backdrop from which the rest of the story will emerge. </i><br />
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These are the"normal" happenings in our lives that create the backdrop for our unveiling stories. It's our daily getting up and ready for work-whether inside or outside the home.It's the every day chores, general tasks, and the seemingly mundane responsibilities. God is not at this point worried about the type of toothpaste we choose, the grocery market we prefer, whether you wanted wintergreen or peppermint Altoids, or if the color of your car should be champagne or pearl. As long as it does not cause you to transgress, God <i>can </i>use you at that in-door office job <i>or </i>that manual labor,construction job. Go ahead and make the choice that suits you best. You will not abandon his grace, and mess up his plans for your life because you chose one over the other. Like the broad brush strokes the painter uses for the background, there are parts of our lives that flow one into the other. God trusts us to choose what to do, without suffering anxiety about whether this be the Lord's will for our lives.<br />
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<i>But what of the not-so-normal?</i><br />
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Continued in part 2:<br />
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Happiness, it seems, can only be defined on an individual basis.<br />
What makes me happy may not do the same for you.<br />
But in exploring happiness in holy matrimony, <i>is it wrong to expect it?</i><br />
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And <i>is it naive to expect your spouse to be a source of happiness for you?</i><br />
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I say no, and no.<br />
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Why else do we marry, if not in it's simplest form, for the belief that we have found "the one who our soul loves"?<br />
When we are convinced in our mind, and soul we have found the one who evokes that "peaceful satisfaction" in our spirits, we agree to the deepest commitment there ever can be outside of Christ.<br />
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And I believe it is God-initiated.<br />
This desire to marry, and our desire toward the one he leads us to marry, are a part of a God-instituted drive, to unify two hearts into one.<br />
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Will spouses fail at making the other happy?<br />
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because we are frail and dust.<br />
But it is not impossible, to walk in the Spirit, and subdue the carnal nature and oblige ourselves to serve the other in a way that brings them a peaceful satisfaction (my definition of happiness)- and actually find joy in doing so.<br />
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Yes there is a way to find joy in service. Think about the delight you will inspire in your spouse's heart to have prepared their favorite meal. Think about the smile on her face when you thoughtfully clear the clothes and books from the foot of the bed. Imagine the pure joy in his eyes when he comes home to inviting arms and a kiss.<br />
Shouldn't knowing you had a hand in your spouse's peaceful satisfaction, compel you to put in the effort to do the little things they request of us?<br />
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This dedication to your spouse is a holy dedication. It is attentive and exclusive, because no one will know them as well you as the years go by. No one will know that he likes black tea, not green, so much. No one will know her greatest fear and her biggest accomplishment. This is what makes your union holy. And in the pursuit of holiness, there is a peaceful satisfaction that results. Holiness is separation from the "world" and dedicated exclusiveness to your love. This holiness inspires service, and this service inspires happiness.<br />
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Maybe marriage was not <i>meant </i>to make you happy, but happy you will be, when holy to one another and to God, you are.<br />
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-Blessings, <i>Chantel</i><br />
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P.S. Maybe you would like to Check out the book <a href="http://www.garythomas.com/books/sacred-marriage/" target="_blank"><b>Sacred Marriage:What if God designed Marriage to make us Holy more than to make us happy</b> </a>by Gary Thomas.<br />
<br />Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-24386075063841409252017-01-10T23:58:00.000-08:002017-01-10T23:58:08.885-08:00Holy and Happy pt 1<div style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue", verdana, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">
Lately I had been turning over thoughts of marriage and notions of happiness and how to have both simultaneously. I recently read the beginnings of a book that was titled <i>"What if Marriage was meant to make you Holy, not Happy?"</i><br />
By all means I imagine the author was not trying to say happiness is not to be expected in marriage. Granted, it was making the point that happiness , while not the goal, is the product of the pursuit of holiness.<br />
Never the less, I believe we can expect happiness- it just looks different from one individual to the next.<br />
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So first let me clarify what I mean by happy.<br />
Immediately the word "happy" evokes, for me, a sense of rest and satisfaction. It's a sense of accomplishment- things are as it should be.<br />
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<i>It's watching my children hungrily chomping away at their sandwiches in the middle of the day, knowing they are one less meal away from hunger. It's hearing the chaos in the hallway from a hide and seek game that has gotten out of hand, and cringing at the noise , yet secretly smiling at the accompanying joy. It's having a cut off notice for the lights but not worrying one bit, because you and your husband are from the "buckle in and knuckle up" club- and we've got each other.</i></div>
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Yes happiness for me does not mean things are "perfect". It simply means things are in place, and are at a level that I can cope.<br />
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With that in mind, it's understood that couples may get to a point in marriage where they are merely surviving the day, and they lose sight of happiness. They lose grip with peace and satisfaction as things spiral out of proportion. </div>
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And sometimes its not the priorities that are new. It's the way they fall in your life. </div>
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Last year, it seems (from general consensus all over the internet), was hard for most folks.<br />
2016 was a struggle ya'll.<br />
But when the going gets tough, things are revealed.<br />
What's important becomes apparent.<br />
Things you thought were priorities, reveal themselves to be merely comforts, or preferences, but not quite as important as we made them out to be.<br />
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I thought <b>a bigger house</b> was important.<br />
But more than a bigger house, the people in my house needed to work on bigger hearts.<br />
We implemented various ways to cultivate peace and unity in our home over the course of 2016.<br />
Finally in the last month we solidified what we call our Four walls or "laws" of peace<br />
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See peace right now is high on the priority list.</div>
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And I thought<b> an extra job</b> was important.</div>
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But it turned that out more important was the job of keeping my house a home.</div>
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The anxiety and stress from trying to clock in and, be prepared, and do well, was not worth the forced neglect of order, overseeing, and management my children needed at pertinent times of the day. Calm has returned to our mornings, instead of a harried frazzled rush.</div>
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Last but not least by any means. I thought <b>reading the bible in one year </b>was important.</div>
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I learned that more important than that was reading the bible <i><b>and </b></i>hiding it in my heart. What good was getting through all the words, but none of it getting in me? </div>
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<i>How did 2016 reshape your Priority list?</i></div>
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<i>What did you realize you could live without, that you once thought you had to have?</i></div>
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New year- new perspective- New priorities.</div>
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With our relationship with <b>God as number 1.</b></div>
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<br />Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-76287551515754239532016-12-29T19:47:00.003-08:002016-12-29T19:47:51.903-08:00Holy Happy- to be cont...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you are a subscriber you may have received a post in your inbox entitled <u>Holy and Happy. </u><br />
Just one problem though- it seemed to stop short of the finish line.<br />
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So here is my formal apology for leaving you hanging. The rest will be following shortly behind.<br />
Until them pursue holiness and pray that you <i><b>find delight</b> i</i><i>n</i> just that.<br />
<br />Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-67474740634574466122016-12-23T00:35:00.001-08:002016-12-23T00:35:33.504-08:00First love<div class="left-1 top-1" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; margin-left: 16px; margin-top: 1em; position: relative;">
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I lay in my bed and read a a book, something I rarely get a chance to do, while my husband enjoyed his new game a friend got him. I looked up over the edge of the book a few times when his heroic efforts on the screen were met with a match, who also fought for the glory of the win. Loud and sudden outbursts of victory or dismay always followed.</div>
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I realized this was sometimes the extent of us spending time together. And with the limited time together we have, it made me think that we could do better. Maybe.</div>
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Later that night I recalled how things were when we were first together in high school.</div>
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I remembered that I would squeeze his arm and lay my head on his shoulder and be in pure bliss. </div>
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When we got married and moved into our first apartment we would always find a way to be connected. We would lay together all squished on the couch watching a movie and fall asleep peacefully crammed on the sofa.</div>
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See when you are freshly in love, the simplest things are the big things. Nothing at that moment is too much to do for your love.<br />
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The Lord whispers to me to "<span style="font-size: 16px;">do the works you did at first." </span></div>
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Yep,nothing was too much to do for him. I was willing to jump and deliver what I thought would please him. It was the same from him toward me. </div>
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I then thought, "but God that was before- well- everything else. That was before bills, and jobs, and mouths to feed and projects to help with, and manners to teach, and fights to break up. So would you divinely grant me the grace and energy to do what i used to do? Would you reignite a fresh love inside my heart toward my husband that will compel me to lavish freshly inspired love-deeds on him once again? Let what pleases him bring me delight. </div>
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I want my union to be sustained by more than just commitment, but motivated by love itself.</div>
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Sometimes I can be my own worst enemy. <div>
A negative thought enters the brain canal and before I can blink it couples up with another.</div>
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In minutes I am on the brink of depression.</div>
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I <i>know </i>with my intellect and from experience I need to flood out the negative with the positive. </div>
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I <i>know</i> I need to shift my focus to rescue myself from the slippery slope of pity and gloom, but for some reason it feels good to wallow.🙎</div>
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It feels good to <i>feel </i>emotionally justified and, and entitled to my thoughts.</div>
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I am faced with a decision. Remain here in the heavy darkness and feed my sense of entitlement, or return to the light and turn my hurts and anguish over to the Lord.</div>
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Now to do the sensible thing is not as easy as it sounds. Just because it's good for you doesn't mean it feels good to you.</div>
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Letting go of my justified feelings and giving them to God makes me feel like I am betraying myself. It makes me feel hypocritical- being dishonest about the way I really feel about some things. But I know if I don't let go I am going to be enslaved to what I could not let go of. It will become bigger than I can handle until things are out of control.</div>
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So I take a deep breath and with tears stinging I open my mouth to tell the Lord Thank you. </div>
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I tell him Thank you for this cool fresh air, and a voice whispers "<i>you're phony</i>". I say Thank you , again, this time for the night sky, and a voice says "<i>He doesn't care or you wouldn't be dealing with this"</i>. I shake my head and say "Thank you for this moment." Again the voice says <i>"Is he real? Are you wasting your time?" </i></div>
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Then the word came to my mouth- "Though he slay me yet will I trust him... The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, Blessed be the name of the Lord." And again the word came through my lips " I will bless the Lord at ALL times. His praise shall CONTINUALLY be in my mouth. My soul shall make her boast in the Lord. The Humble shall hear thereof and be glad."</div>
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This time,there was no rebuttal. And I felt peace sweep in and a lifting of the heaviness took place.</div>
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I repeated the verse from Psalm 34 again out loud, exhorting myself to bless the Lord. I reminded myself that it is the humble that will hear the boasting of the Lord. If I can not hear my soul's boasting on the Lord, then I am in a prideful state and the Lord gives Grace only to the humble.</div>
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It's amazing what happens when we force our flesh to submit to the Spirit and the beckoning of God. Days of depression is swept away in 5 minutes of humble submission to the Word and Spirit of God.</div>
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Don't let your carnal nature rob you of peace and joy in the name of entitled feelings and emotions. If there must be a visit, don't live there. </div>
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There are moments that drive you to your knees-<br />
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the weight of the anger<br />
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and in that moment you realize<br />
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and suddenly a moment of vice<br />
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<br />Chantelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053758715467123972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220151765776168521.post-23701304072931260352016-12-04T18:31:00.003-08:002016-12-04T18:31:57.584-08:00 Inspire the Wonder part 3<br />
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As I begin to type out this post the lyrics to an old hymn course through my mind. It says:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">Are you walking daily by the Savior’s side?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">Do you rest each moment in the Crucified?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">When the Bridegroom come[s] will your robes be white?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">And be washed in the blood of the Lamb?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">And be washed in the blood of the Lamb;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">There’s a fountain flowing for the soul unclean,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-weight: bold;">O be washed in the blood of the Lamb!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Are you washed in the blood,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Are your garments spotless? Are they white as snow?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif;">As I read through the each line of this song, the questions beg to be answered. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif;">Because the question we must ask ourselves daily is</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif;">"<i>AM I...?"</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Can my living declare a resounding, unquestionable, "YES" to each of these inquiries?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">When our Christian walk is daily it testifies to the faithfulness of our Father. <i>People take notice</i> when we are consistent in our values, and beliefs. <i>They become curious</i> when we declare that we will stand on the <b>Word of God,</b> and it alone governs my living, my doing, my wearing, my interacting, my speaking, my engaging- yes, my entire being.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">When our Christian walk is daily and intentional- it inspires others to the amazement of a relationship with the Father. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">So <i>are you</i> washed in the blood?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Then you are in the blood line of Christ, and his traits should be a visible marker on your DNA. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Does your walk simply make people raise their eyebrows in wonder? OR does it inspire others to the amazement and wonder that is Christ?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Let each decision you make this week reflect the influence of Christ and his Spirit on your life. Every decision.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Then watch the impact on the people around you as they detect a faith and commitment that is solid and grounded -not in comfort, or familiarity, or preference- but in the unchanging Word.</span></span><br />
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How can we inspire the world around us to the awe of God's splendor, if we fail to be in awe of the Almighty God ourselves?<br />
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There is no way Christians can convince anyone that God is wonderful- or full of wonder- when we present him in a way that detracts from that.<br />
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For example, just anyone can not walk into, let's say, a Starbucks, walk behind the counter, and pose as a barista with out the tell-tale apron. Without that apron or a Starbucks name tag, this person is now, just a questionable patron. People will give a raised eyebrow if a random individual walked behind the counter and started taking orders. What's more? When orders are mis-taken, and cups are mishandled, and spills are made, (even if with a smile) customers will question the "stand-in's" credibility. Multiply this phenomena by hundreds of stores nationwide and consumers will begin question Starbucks itself. They will complain about lack of customer service, and public accountability. Subsequently, Starbucks would charge these "posers" with defamation of character.<br />
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In this same way, our visible walk will either promote the truth of God's character or promote a lie.<br />
Those green aprons set the customers apart from the Baristas. But that is only a start. The barista has to exemplify experience and offer Starbucks-quality service to be believable as a Starbuck's Barista, and to represent Starbucks honestly.<br />
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Similarly it seems the church is being infiltrated with impostors. It seems there is an overabundance of those who want the credentials but not the accountability. Everyone wants to be called a Christian, but want to just come in and barge behind the counter and begin serving, when there has been no true Christian experience.<br />
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Well when we are enamored with God and who He is, we imitate him, aim to please Him, and introduce others to Him. That is usually the case for most Fathers - no- with anyone, we love.</div>
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Fact: God is Holy.<br />
His holiness is what makes him who He is. To revere God is to revere his holiness. It is to aspire to "be holy as he is holy." </div>
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Now <i>holy </i>does not mean pious, religious, stuck up,condescending or merely different. Holiness is being separated <i>from </i>the world's philosophies <i>unto </i>God's view of living.</div>
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<i> " Anyone can be separated into a religion. I could convert to Islam and ... I would have adapted a very rigid disciplined religion in which to be dedicated. I could convert to the new age teachings and dress differently. I could begin tapping into the universal force and allow myself to be controlled through positive thinking. I would still be separated from the majority of the western world. I could take the rigid vows of a nun and live in a convent the rest of my life, dress in Coptic catholic robes, or become a Buddhist monk and shave my head.</i><br />
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<i>...Separation alone can not make you and me holy. Anything people separate themselves to, outside of God, still makes them part of the world's system. It may be different or divided from what the majority of the population does, but it's still not <b>connected to the One True God who is holy</b>.</i><br />
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<i>Look at the Pharisees in the Bible; they were a people who separated themselves from other Jews and Gentiles, but they did not <b>separate themselves unto God</b>, so they never became holy- they just became separate. ..</i><br />
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<i>...Separation in itself does not bring power and anointing. You must be separated unto, or attached to God, while detaching from the world. <b>God alone, the One you are attaching yourself unto, is the one who makes you holy."</b></i><br />
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Being different is a start, but it is not enough. Being set apart from whom or what, needs to be defined. Being different in what way? Being different for what reason? Because that also matters.<br />
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If one is set apart from the world in thinking but not in living, <i>what is the real difference?</i><br />
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If one is set apart from the majority by the choice of activities they engage in merely because of personal preference but not to promote God, then what difference does it truly make?<br />
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If one chooses to blend in with the people around them so much that the Christian can not be spotted in a crowd, what part of God are you representing?<br />
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If the world sees nothing offered from a Christian's life as unique from what they already have, to <b><i>what god am I committed?</i></b><br />
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