tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41010719112378479502024-02-02T18:18:30.840-06:00Streams In The WastelandDesaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-65894215632005924312013-09-08T10:00:00.000-05:002013-09-08T10:00:01.061-05:00Scripture Sunday 9.8.13<div style="font-size: 24px; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">The night is almost gone; the day of salvation will soon be here.</span></div>
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Thank you that we <em>have </em>a savior in a dark world. Thank you that we have a hope. Thank you that you give each of us 'a day of salvation'. I pray for those who have yet to experience their day of salvation...I ask in advance that you would soften their hearts...open their eyes that they can see You clearly and realize their need for You...unplug their ears that they might hear Your wooing voice calling them. In advance I ask, Holy Spirit, that you would surround this person with Your presence at the moment when they face the most important decision of their lives...to accept Jesus' salvation. </div>
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Whoever you are...wherever you are in this vast world...know there is hope and a future for you. Remove your dark deeds, lay down your old ways, humbly at the feet of Jesus and He will cloth you in shining armor and clothes of righteousness. We all have a point in our lives when we can make that choice...I pray when your day of salvation comes, that you have the strength and humility to make the choice to accept it. </div>
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The night is fading...salvation is coming.</div>
Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-42119495314713976292013-09-01T10:00:00.000-05:002013-09-01T10:00:08.543-05:00Scripture Sunday 9.1.13<div style="text-align: center;">
But Lord, be merciful to us, </div>
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for we have waited for you.</div>
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Be our strong arm each day </div>
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and our salvation in times of trouble.</div>
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~Isaiah 33:2, NLT~</div>
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We have waited on You...our hope and trust lie with You and Your promises. Be merciful to us in these times... times when it is hard to wait without seeing the fruits of our labor, or the things which our heart longs for. Be our strong arm each day...fight for us...wrestle with us against the forces that would seek to steal away that which we are waiting for...working for...trusting for. When trouble comes and difficulties assail us, be our salvation...preserve us and the dreams You have placed in our hearts...redeem what has been tampered with...deliver us. </div>
Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-29753828864790582372013-08-25T10:00:00.000-05:002013-08-25T10:00:00.780-05:00Scripture Sunday, 8-25-13<div align="center">
Pray for all people. </div>
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Ask God to help them; intercede on their behalf, and give thanks for them.</div>
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I love the NLT translation of this verse. I keep coming back to it because it touches my heart and reminds me to think outside of myself. </div>
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Thank you for making a world full of diverse and beautiful people...various cultures...unique communities...and one of a kind individuals. Each nation, culture, and person brings something needed and beautiful to the table of world. Thank you for showcasing your creativity and different ways of approaching life through your creatures. Lord, I pray that the peoples of the earth would see Your face and be awakened to Your forgiveness and love for them. <strong><em>We cannot end wars, hunger and pain...but You can bring peace to the war that rages in their hearts, the hunger in their lonely souls and peace to the wounds of their spirits.</em></strong> Help them to see their need for You and the hand of forgiveness You have already extended to them. Thank you that Your promises are for all people.</div>
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Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-36201051058530299492013-08-18T10:00:00.000-05:002013-08-18T10:00:01.904-05:00Scripture Sunday, 8-18-13<h2 style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Thank you that You have given me the tools to <i>mark out a straight path for my feet...</i>give me the strength to walk over the ups and down on this road, and the grace to stick with it. Guide me as I mark my lines through life, direct my efforts, steady my hand. Help me see through the fog of distractions Your face, Your plan...help me hear through the clamoring voices Your peaceful invitation and wooing tones. Thank you that your always with me, give me eyes to see more clearly that path You've laid for me.</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-27709554853822171102013-08-11T20:54:00.000-05:002013-08-11T20:54:47.020-05:00Scripture Sunday, 8-11-13<h2 style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Your breath brought me to life in the beginning, and it sustains me now. Breath a fresh wind over me, bring new life...hope...dreams. Revive what the enemy has withered and stamped out. Breathe <i>Your </i>breath into my existence and aspirations...not anything I can conjure up, but only that which comes from You. Make me live again! </span></span></div>
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<i>"When things don't go your way, accept the situation immediately. If you indulge in feelings of regret, they can easily spill over into...resentment. .... Remember I am Sovereign over all your circumstances...and humble yourself under My Mighty Hand." </i><br />
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I usually pride myself on my ability to see and visualize potential in a person, project, room, etc. To see what a thing can be...could be, is indeed a blessing...but can too quickly lead to pride and disappointment. <br />
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This excerpt from <i>Jesus Calling</i> hit me hard because it poked at a soar spot I have been struggling with...resentment.<br />
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Because I can envision what a thing or a person could or should be, I can get so fixed on <u>that</u> image, that I come to resent what is actually before me. I can't accept what I actually see and have because I know it could be better.<br />
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When I get transfixed on perfection, improvement and constantly visualize a better version of something, I am actually doing a number of negative things.<br />
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<b>1. Lift myself up in pride, declaring I know best. </b>When we look at a person or a thing and instantly chalk up a list of criticisms and improvements, we are functioning out of pride. Pride says, "I am better...others always have flaws...I can pick them out and see what needs changing." That is the opposite of love. Love overlooks an offense (Prov. 17:9), it is kind, does not boast, is not proud or rude (1 Cor. 13:4-5). <br />
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<b>2. Trying to take control myself. </b>Do you remember the story of Sarai (Sarah), wife of Abram (Abraham- their names had not yet been changed at this point)? She saw a situation...her husband, with no heir...her womb with no child, and thought she had a solution. She had become disappointed with God and his timing, she looked and thought she saw a way to get things done. And she made it happen. In the end it caused heart ache and discord. <br />
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<b>3. Essentially make an idol out of my ideals. </b>By putting so much importance on our 'perfect versions' and ideal people, we are actually making that/them a sort of idol. They distract us from God and absorb our energies. We lift up that image believing it is the best...that when we have reached its realization, then, <i>then</i> we will be happy. <br />
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Can you imagine if God responded the way I do? If He looked at things through my eyes?<br />
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Just imagine the perspective God has on life and the realm of possibilities He sees.<br />
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God is the only one who will ever see all of our potential...what we could have been like had sin not gotten to us first...and it far surpasses the 'ideal version' we can ever conjure up for ourselves. <br />
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What if, when He looked at us, He resented and despised us because of how inferior we are to His perfect model? No matter what we did, it would <i>never</i> be good enough because <u>His</u><i> </i>good enough is so vastly beyond what we could ever attain. <br />
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What if He saw us like that?<br />
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<i>And He could, you know...if it weren't for <u>grace.</u></i><br />
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covered in <u>His</u> promises, blessings, righteousness, and authority. <br />
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Time doesn't separate His perception of us...He sees our past, present and future-self all rolled up into one...He sees what will be like once we have completed this life and stand without all the junk of the world on us...completed...whole...new.<br />
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When God looks at me, He extends forgiveness towards me. He doesn't bring up my faults and failures to shame me or try to force me to change and improve.<br />
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When God looks at me, He extends love towards me. Gently, carefully, He molds and refines me. Imagine if He acted out of pride, He would tackle all of our faults and sins at once, and that would be too much to bear at one time. <br />
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<i>Through the eyes of grace and love, God sees me.</i><br />
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I am a little I <u>person, </u>He is a big <u>God.</u><br />
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<i>"Humble yourself before <u>My </u>Mighty Power."</i><br />
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Be humble enough to extend grace and forgiveness, and humble enough to let God take care of it.Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-4238640463735096652013-04-25T15:45:00.000-05:002013-08-11T16:44:43.685-05:00After Much Deliberation<i>I'm back. </i><br />
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If any of my previous readers and viewers are still here, "hi" to you.<br />
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Yes, I fell off the face of the earth for a while, but I climbed my way back up and I want to write again.<br />
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As you can see, 'Streams' has had a face lift. I was never really satisfied before, and if you have been peaking in the last month or two, you will have seen all my many tinkerings to this blog. <br />
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I wanted to create a space that was calming, simple and inviting. I don't know if I quite got it yet, but I think I'm mostly satisfied and I plan to leave things 'as is' and focus now on writing.<br />
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So I guess you could say this is the official re-opening of 'Streams'. I hope to move forward from here and really settle in.<br />
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See you around?Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-31561281902082419562012-10-01T10:00:00.000-05:002012-10-01T10:00:01.737-05:00It's All In the Timing<em>"Hey, I just killed a snake."</em><br />
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These were the words I heard from my 14-year old brother. He had been mowing the lawn, and I was sitting beside Mrs. P in her comfortable, town house garage. <br />
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If there is one word that sends tremors through my heart, you just read it. I firmly believe in the verse that says we shall 'crush' the head of the serpent (Gen. 3:15), and I have no spiritual dilemma following it through!<br />
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Now it doesn't take a geographer or zoologist to know there are lots of snakes here in Texas. In fact, when you hear 'Texas' what picture comes to mind? Rolling desert, robust cacti, roaming cowboys maybe? And, more likely than not, you thought <em>rattle snakes.</em> Well, you are not too far off.<br />
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One would think, or at least the one writing this story, that rattlesnakes would stay far away from any humanized, motorized, form of settled civilization. <em>But apparently, when it comes to snakes, they must be as dumb as they are ugly.</em><br />
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On a bright, beautiful, beaming suburban morning, my little brother Anthony came upon our unwelcome guest, not but four yards away from the house, coiled comfortable under the shade of Mrs. P's well watered pear tree.<br />
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Unknowingly my brother had walked right past Mrs. Snake as he mowed one length of grass and didn't notice him until his return trip when the snake was right in front of the mower. The perfect place I would say, because <em>Anthony did what any snake-fearing person would do...he mowed right over it and chopped it to bits.</em><br />
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At the time, Anthony didn't actually realize it was a rattler. It wasn't until after his 'I killed a snake' declaration at which I time I followed him to the scene of the crime, that we made the discovery. While picking up the pieces, we had about decided it had been a harmless snake when I spotted a tail piece we had missed...<em>and there attacked at the end was the infamous rattle</em>.<br />
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Now, although I rejoice in the death of any rattlesnake, that isn't the best part of this story. The best part comes in the timing and God's hand in the events that took place before hand.<br />
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You see, Anthony had actually been late that morning. He was supposed to have been there hours earlier. But, for some reason, his alarm clock had failed to go off. <br />
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At the time he found the snake, according to his earlier schedule, Anthony would most likely have been done and gone. <br />
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All the menfolk at my home and those of Mrs. P's sons were out and away during the morning, so there would have been no one to call for help. And I can assure you, I would not have been able to kill a rattle snake by myself. <br />
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And what if we had taken our walk later, or Mrs. had taken a walk by herself earlier in the morning before I got there, like she sometimes does? Things could have turned out very differently.<br />
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<em>God took care of me and Mrs. P that morning.</em> And hey, He may not have held back the sun, but I think it is pretty special that He held back the alarm.<br />
<br />Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-31632018746029227482012-09-28T10:00:00.000-05:002012-09-28T10:00:06.729-05:00A New Revelation, A New Creation<div align="center">
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It has been said we never see change taking place in us until it has fully come upon us.</div>
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No one knows when being snuck up on that they are about to be surprised until they are overtaken.</div>
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I realized as of late that I had been overtaken by my answered prayers.</div>
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The suddenness of that realization came upon my mind sharply.</div>
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<em>Once again, I found myself reading about 'the new man'.</em></div>
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<em>Once again I wondered if I would ever be so.</em></div>
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<em>Once again I prayed.</em></div>
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This friend was not a Christian.</div>
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As I listened to them share their woes and tell how things had fallen apart- I was dumbstruck.</div>
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Completely, utterly, speechless.</div>
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Their perspective, their basis upon which they built this entire relationship, </div>
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My views, beliefs, priorities and morals were so utterly dissimilar </div>
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We were worlds apart.</div>
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Yes, we were indeed of different worlds, speaking different languages.</div>
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<em>"You <u>are</u> transformed...you <u>are </u>a new man."</em></div>
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the very workings and reasonings of my thoughts, emotions and responses</div>
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In fact they are not those of an 'ordinary' person, a person of this world.</div>
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A way of thinking, feeling, seeing and interpreting life's events </div>
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I was like an alien operating on a strange planet, under a different set of 'kingdom rules'.</div>
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No one sees <u>all</u> truth. </div>
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Truth is God, and it is impossible to see all of God in our human form.</div>
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All of His glory is too much to take in all at once- so it truth.</div>
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Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-27126031510791129432012-09-25T18:59:00.000-05:002012-09-25T18:59:32.011-05:00Let's Be Real<div align="center">
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How have you been?</div>
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It has been a long time since I last blogged, and I might say in my defence, for good reasons.</div>
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But they are my own, so you'll just to trust me on this one.</div>
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One reason, I will share with you, truthfully.</div>
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Sometimes I just feel it doesn't matter. </div>
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My words, my feelings, my blogging.</div>
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What does it amount to?</div>
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Hours of my life spent in front of a computer screen wearing my eyes out....</div>
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and for what reason?</div>
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<em>We all of us, sooner or later, have to examine the reasons behind our actions.</em></div>
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I'm gonna peal back the mask for a moment, not because I want you to feel sorry for me,</div>
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but because we need more real people in this world.</div>
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I know I do.</div>
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So here goes.</div>
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I stopped blogging (in part) because I was discouraged.</div>
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<em>Why?</em></div>
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Because is seemed none of it mattered, it wasn't making a difference.</div>
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<em>What made you think that?</em></div>
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I have two followers and only a handful of readers.</div>
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<em>Which means...?</em></div>
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I'm wasting my time, I'm must not be a very good writer if people won't read it.</div>
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<em>Why does it matter if people read it?</em></div>
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Because I want them to.</div>
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<em>And why is that?</em></div>
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So I feel like I'm a good writer, like I'm appreciated.</div>
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<em>In other words, you write for attention?</em></div>
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NO. No, I'm not like <em>that! </em>You know me, I grew up the shy wallflower, I don't clamor for attention!</div>
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<em>But...?</em></div>
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I want others to accept me. To like me.</div>
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<em>You have real, present people in your life that accept you, love you.</em></div>
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That's not enough. </div>
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<em>Why?</em></div>
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Because- because what if they are wrong? What if they are just being nice?</div>
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<em>What makes you think that, why do you doubt others love and acceptance of you?</em></div>
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And this is where the truth hit me, it came flying at me like a rock hurled to the head. </div>
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But instead of knocking me blind, it cleared my sight so I could see the real issue.</div>
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Because...because I don't like myself. I have never accepted myself, I don't like who I am.</div>
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The whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God.</div>
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Yes. Please. Help me God.</div>
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We may know the truth of who God says we are, and we may know that others love and accept us.</div>
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But we can never accept others until we accept ourselves.</div>
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We can't truly love others until we love ourselves.</div>
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Flaws and all.</div>
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We can't give what we don't have. </div>
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So. </div>
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That is kind of where I'm at. </div>
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I'm a bit of perfectionist, I'm always trying to improve myself, and yes, others.</div>
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I'm extremely critical of myself, and secretly of others, though to a far lesser degree.</div>
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And it irks me.</div>
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God used the book <em>The Bluebird and the Sparrow </em>by Janette Oke to bring this self realization crashing into my heart.</div>
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All the way through the book the main character, Berta, drove me crazy.</div>
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I got upset with her, and thought she was being stupid and irrational about many things,</div>
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making bad decisions out of pain that ultimately resulted in more pain.</div>
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In spite of this, I could really identify with some of her feelings and coping mechanisms...</div>
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her hurts and how she molded her life and herself based on those wounds.</div>
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It was just what I needed to hear. </div>
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Amazing how He knows that, isn't it? </div>
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Truly, I love writing.</div>
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Writing is a release and a way of expressing what I can't say with my tongue.</div>
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So I'll keep blogging because I want to write. </div>
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Even if no one ever reads it.</div>
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I'm restraining myself from re-reading over this post, rewriting it, nitpicking here,</div>
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deleting there, because frankly, perfectionism is exhausting.</div>
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And besides, this is more of a raw post.</div>
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It isn't perfect, I didn't labor hours over the wording and grammar.</div>
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As I work, with God's help, to accept myself, just as I am, I think I will learn to accept that too. </div>
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~Me~</div>
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Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-15248318953500511342012-07-13T20:10:00.001-05:002012-07-13T22:04:14.417-05:00My Garden and Living Water<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chives in my herb garden.</td></tr>
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What does 100 degrees + my herb garden - 2 days of watering equal?<br />
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You've got it. <br />
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<em>Droopy plants.</em><br />
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Here in my region of the Lone Star state, we are going through what is affectionately referred to as a "drought". As a result, every evening my family and I venture forth from our cool, A/C endowed home to assess the damage on our various plants and do our best to restore them.<br />
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This year I took a leap of faith and planted my first herb garden. It has been a source of joyous accomplishment to witness seeds I planted sprouting up and showing up on our dinner table. In the cool of the evening, just before dark, I go out to water them after surviving yet another Texas squelcher. <br />
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One weekend not so long ago I got myself into a 'funk'. It had been a trying week and I was beat. My attitude and perspective on life, quite frankly, had been blown a little off course. Not much got done. Including my evening water ritual.<br />
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After two missed waterings, I found myself, watering wand in hand, staring at a very sad, very parched little garden. <br />
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"Amazing," I thought to myself, "how two days time can be the difference between life and <em>this.</em>"<br />
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Water droplets dribbled gently to the ground, and no sooner having landed, were instantly absorbed...all trace of their presence vanishing like some magic trick. <br />
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As I stood watering and surveying my poor little greens, a though gently dawned on me.<br />
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<em>I was just like my wilted, thirsting plants. </em><br />
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Running water gave them life. <em>Living Water gave <u>me</u> life. </em><br />
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They had been cut off from their source. S<em>o had I.</em><br />
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Like my growing garden, I live in a dry and thirsty land, where one day without water, without some nourishment and Strength beyond myself, can have sickly consequences.<br />
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My soul had become dry and crusty, leaving a trail of dust behind me simply because I had been neglecting to get my daily dose of Living Water. <br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times;">John 4:10- Jesus answered her, "If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you <span class="Highlight">living</span> <span class="Highlight">water</span>."</span></em></div>
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Slowly I breathed in, and surly my heart gave in. A single name...a Holy Name, fell from my lips.<br />
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<em>And there it was.</em><br />
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My Source.<br />
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My Living Water.<br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times;">Isaiah 44:3- For I will pour water on the <span class="Highlight">thirsty</span> <span class="Highlight">land</span>, <span class="Highlight">and</span> streams on the <span class="Highlight">dry</span> ground;</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times;"> I will pour out my Spirit...</span></em></div>
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I'm still not sure who benefited most from that watering...the plants, or this thirsty girl.Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-46409639012857202132012-04-10T21:50:00.000-05:002012-04-10T21:50:47.758-05:00After All<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">I urge you, first of all, to pray for all people. Ask God to help them; intercede on their behalf, and give thanks for them.<br />
</span> ~ 1 Timothy 2:1, NLT ~</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>An ambulance just squealed down the highway, lights ablaze.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Pray for the people inside it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>A tragic headline catches your eyes in the news.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Pray for those it effects.</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial;">Anytime a cord of your compassion is plucked by something you hear or see. </span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Pray.</span><br />
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Hmmm...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em><u>All.</u></em> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">.....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Well, unfortunately I'm <em>prettyyyyy</em> sure that means....ALL.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Enemies...jerks... politicians...line-cutters and speeders included. *Aww, shucks...Sigh* </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">After all, they are people too, with hurts and hopes just like us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>After all</em>, aren't those simply titles <u>we</u> give them for OUR emotions based on how they treat us? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">AFTER ALL, these people need help, right? So why not tell God and let HIM fix it! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>Prayer is not just for the hurting, but for those who hurt others.</em> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The type of prayer this verse talks about is a two-way street of blessing. It frees us from bad attitudes, self-focus, and resentment while also blessing the other person as we speak positive, thankful things about them in prayer along with asking God to help them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">We may, <em>after all, </em>be the only person that will.</span>Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-47083047112825405152012-04-08T14:33:00.000-05:002012-04-08T14:33:01.886-05:00Resurrection Day!<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This Day</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Today is the day.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">All of history....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">All existence...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Held its breath for this day.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Prophecy fulfilled,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eternities altered.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lives restored,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">a Kingdom established.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>This day.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Death died, He lived.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">God's Son,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the battle won.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A chasm Crossed,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">for sin to pay,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">man restored.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>This day.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">His day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">HIStory made.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>This day.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>~Desarae Phipps~</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Resurrection Day everyone! </div><div style="text-align: center;">We are blessed beyond worldly measure!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-50849004664373999372012-03-31T18:29:00.000-05:002012-03-31T18:29:15.505-05:00Your Productive Kingdom?<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Our people must learn to do good by meeting the urgent needs of others; they they will not be unproductive. -Titus 3:14 NLT</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Is it just me, or does this verse seem to go against our 'grain'?<br />
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Read it once, it sounds great!<br />
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But read it twice and you go "Whoa! Wait!"<br />
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<em>Productive.</em><br />
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What comes to mind when you hear that word?<br />
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<em>To-Do list, deadlines, writing letters, making phone calls, mopping floors, grocery shopping, mow the lawn, the list goes on and on.</em><br />
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Each check mark earns us a productive point, no?<br />
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But hold the horses, this verse says productive lives come by meeting the urgent needs of others. How does that work? <br />
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Let's all admit, it can be frustrating when someone interrupts our focused, get-it-done attitude with a request, right?<br />
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It seems contrary to think we can be more productive by fulfilling those little interruptions, doesn't it?<br />
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But then...I think therein lies the point.<br />
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<em>We serve a God who operates on a different 'economy system', a Kingdom that <u>is</u> contrary.</em><br />
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Me, I and My rule in the kingdom of To-Do-Lists and productivity, but His Kingdom To-Do-List reads more like this,<br />
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<em>"Feed my sheep..." (John 21:17)</em><br />
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<em> "Love one another..." (John 13:34)</em><br />
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<em> "Encourage each other...." (1 Thess. 5:11, Heb. 3:13)</em><br />
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<em> "Pray for one another..." (James 5:16)</em><br />
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At the end of the day the floor may still be muddy, but the waters of someone's heart clear.<br />
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That delicious meal you planned may have been replaced with sandwiches, but the family that just lost a loved one need not worry because you took time to feed their hurting hearts as well their bellies.<br />
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You may not home as soon as you wanted after a crazy day at work, but at least that lady didn't walk home in the rain 'cause you gave her a ride. <br />
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In a Father's economy, He sees after all of His children. <em>And He lets us help!</em><br />
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Through the process, we lose 'self', lose fear, lose mistrust, and that sounds like spiritual productiveness doesn't it? <br />
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<em>This thing is a two way street. </em><br />
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Hope to see you on it. :)<br />
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</tbody></table><em>Does it really matter?!</em><br />
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<em> Will this even make a difference?</em><br />
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<em> What am I doing?</em><br />
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Me. Last week. These questions. <br />
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Been there? <br />
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<em>I know you have.</em><br />
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Cause we ALL have. <br />
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We all struggle, all reach, all strive, all wonder. We want to make a difference, be successful, leave a mark on this crazy world.<br />
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<em>Some are given platforms which the world looks at and says 'wow', but most of us live 'normal' lives, and some of us live seemingly small lives</em>...like me.<br />
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I was once a waitress, then an office hand, then a journalist, then an ad salesman; I was in contact with lots of people everyday. <br />
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And now, after the dust of God's hand at work has settled, I'm in a place, be it far more peaceful than before, that is indeed very small. Have you been there too?<br />
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<em>Where I used to see to the needs to business men, now I see to the needs to an aged widow.</em><br />
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<em>Where once I fed my editor front page stories, now I feed this woman.</em><br />
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<em>I used to write stories, now I listen to hers.</em><br />
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<em>No longer interviewing doctors, now I serve as one.</em><br />
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And one day, I stopped and said to myself.<br />
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"Lord, I know this matters to her, and I know this is where you have placed me, but today I don't feel very important. No one sees what I do, does it even matter or not if I keep her house clean or give her bath, or make sure her shoes are polished?!"<br />
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No sooner had I uttered these words than a gentle whisper floated through my heart,<br />
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<em>"The least of these...."</em><br />
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I stopped in my tracks.<br />
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<em>"I was hungry....I was thirsty...I was sick...you looked after Me." (Matthew 25:34-40)</em><br />
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The rest of the verse came flooding back to mind, and with it came a deep reassurance and peace. <br />
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<em>The little things we do matter.</em><br />
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<em>They <u>are</u> seen.</em><br />
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Today as I sat down to write this entry, I wasn't quite sure if I should publish it, so in between writing I check my e-mail. I was amazed by what I found waiting for me. A daily Bible verse reading,<br />
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<em>"So, my dear brothers and sisters, be strong and immovable. Always work enthusiastically for the Lord, for you know that <u>nothing you do for the Lord is ever useless</u>." 1 Cor. 15:58 NLT.</em><br />
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How amazing! <br />
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Again, that peace and reassurance came.<br />
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I believe someone needed to read this today, was it you?<br />
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Let's remember together that our platform may be as small as as stepping stool that dusts the ceiling fan of an old ladies house, but it matters...<br />
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<em>It matters.</em>Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-78362995050871796572012-03-17T17:42:00.000-05:002012-03-17T17:42:32.287-05:00Identity<div align="center">I stumbled upon this poem today and wanted to share it with you. These are truths, let them sink in, take root and heal your soul.~</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><strong><em>My Identity In Christ</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>Because of Christ's redemption,</em></div><div align="center"><em>I am a new creation of great worth.</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>I am deeply loved,</em></div><div align="center"><em>completely forgiven,</em></div><div align="center"><em>fully pleasing,</em></div><div align="center"><em>totally accepted by God,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and absolutely complete in Christ.</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>There has never been another person like me</em></div><div align="center"><em>in the history of mankind,</em></div><div align="center"><em>nor will there ever be.</em></div><div align="center"><em>God has made me original,</em></div><div align="center"><em>on of a kind, really somebody!</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>~Unknown Author~</em></div>Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-89581717268004402382012-03-15T22:03:00.000-05:002013-05-09T20:53:29.649-05:00A New HatHey there everyone!<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7mTvd3bafaCZhyphenhyphenV6U1hXqoem0H_ELaWRyWDgTm7Tt_62DPaRvD0mxo5VWKm5vlPdCHAlPwIvAZfUaNLEo4ir1Q0q5e9J2RKVbXJB4oqYrBenCFfV9H04hXm1jjs41AApuMRCRWSXuHGQ/s1600/GladnessSmall3+%25282%2529+%25281278x698%2529USING.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7mTvd3bafaCZhyphenhyphenV6U1hXqoem0H_ELaWRyWDgTm7Tt_62DPaRvD0mxo5VWKm5vlPdCHAlPwIvAZfUaNLEo4ir1Q0q5e9J2RKVbXJB4oqYrBenCFfV9H04hXm1jjs41AApuMRCRWSXuHGQ/s400/GladnessSmall3+%25282%2529+%25281278x698%2529USING.jpg" width="400" /></a>Just wanted to let y'all know that I started another blog <a href="http://www.gladness-of-heart.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Gladness of Heart</a>. <br />
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Why another blog? Well, this new blog will have a different purpose and feel to it, it is intended to be a more lighthearted blog where I can post daily going ons, family news, projects, things that have inspired me and other random things I would like to share!<br />
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It is kind of like a different pair of shoes or another 'hat' as they say. Streams in the Wasteland is meant to be a devotional, a spiritual blog, and I just couldn't bring myself to post about anything other than that. I will continue to post here, but I wanted to branch out and not be quite so limited to my posts.<br />
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And so, I hope you will visit me at my other blog soon!<br />
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God bless.Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-41432375064338783562012-03-09T21:19:00.000-06:002012-03-09T21:19:31.743-06:00Fleeting<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span lang=""> <em>Life is fleeting.</em></span><br />
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Life is never a given.<br />
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Things can change in an instant.<br />
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Today, after coming home from working and a normal run of the mill day, I was struck with the sudden news that one of my best friend's sister had passed away. She was 28. She died after a lengthy battle with cancer.<br />
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It was one of those fears that lurked in my mind, but she had been doing fine lately, she was going through treatment, she was fighting.<br />
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And then the next moment she is gone. <br />
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<em>It is a moment in time that can change the rest of life.</em><br />
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<em><strong>"Show me, O LORD, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life."- Psalm 39:4 NIV</strong></em><br />
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I am working as a caretaker for a 98 year old woman. Talk about the fragility of life. She is a spunky, healthy woman for her age. She is amazing honestly. <br />
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She lives on her own, she can still get around pretty good, she even gardens and works out in the yard! Smart, and sharp as a tack.<br />
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But not too long ago, things changed for her. She had a fall. Her body had recovered, but<em> her mind and memory were altered</em> from the medications. <br />
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As she takes me through her house, for a second time, she points to the many faces in frames hanging on her walls....and she can't tell me all of their names. <br />
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She has told me several great childhood memories...several times. She can't remember my name, she can't remember what all happened yesterday, and she asks more than once what day it is.<br />
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<em>Things can change in a moment.</em><br />
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Life is precious....fragile...and fleeting. People respond to this differently. Some go through life holed up in a stagnant box afraid of everything around them, the what if's and unknowns.<br />
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<em><strong>"Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?"- Matthew 6:27 NIV</strong></em><br />
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Others blaze ahead recklessly in an effort to suck every last ounce of 'life' from their days... each one of these approaches is wrong, and actually drains the life from you rather than preserving it. <br />
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My approach?<br />
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Know Who holds your life. I don't have to walk around in fear that I'll fall one day and drop that fragile crystal hourglass and it will all be over. No, He holds my times and numbers my days. He is in control. <br />
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<em><strong>"Man's days are determined; you have decreed the number of his months and have set limits he cannot exceed."- Job 14:4 NIV</strong></em><br />
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Isn't it much more comforting to know Someone is in charge of something so valuable? Not you yourself, random chance or others around you, but a loving, personal God who has a plan for you?<br />
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Yes, life is fleeting and fragile...let Someone else take care of it for you, huh? <br />
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<em><strong>"For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it."- Mark 8:35 NIV</strong></em><br />
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Treasure what you have in THIS day, recognize the gift it is, and trust the rest to Him.<br />
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* Do you have any more verses to add to this? Share them in the comments.<br />
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PS- Please be in prayer for my dear friend and her family. Their loss breaks my heart, even though we know this young lady is no longer suffering and with Jesus, the loss is real and hard.Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-51057256906816001872012-02-28T13:59:00.000-06:002012-03-17T17:48:43.887-05:00Love Letter: Compassionate LoveWell, I apologize for not posting this past week. I had the wonderful opportunity to attend the San Antonio Independent Christian Film Festival with family and friends, and while I had INTENDED to post during that time, my computer had other plans! Apparently my computer, much like my hair, didn't agree with the humidity down there and didn't want to work.<br />
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So, back at home and somewhat rested, here is another post as we near the end of the month of February.<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><u>Compassionate Love</u></span><br />
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"I <em>crown you with love and compassion</em>. <br />
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This means I don't heap guilt and shame upon your head to weigh you down. No, I pour out love and compassion upon your head, an anointing oil, and like a crown, you can stand confident and poised, assured of My love and compassion.<br />
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I am compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, <em>abounding in love</em>.<br />
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I long to be gracious to you,<em> I rise to show compassion</em>. When you come to Me, into my courts, before My throne, I, the King of Kings, will rise to meet you! <br />
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My love for you moved Me from My throne once before, and My compassion continues to move Me towards you!<br />
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I will have compassion on you and<em> lead you beside springs of water</em>. <br />
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I take compassion on My<em> afflicted ones</em>, and<em> bring you back</em> to Me.<br />
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I am <em>FULL of compassion and mercy</em>! <br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">I love you</span></strong>."<br />
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~Psalm 103:2-5, Psalm 103:8, Isaiah 30:18, Isaiah 49:10b, Isaiah 49:13b, James 5:11b~Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101071911237847950.post-78009713921187407882012-02-15T00:33:00.001-06:002012-03-17T17:48:43.888-05:00Love Letter #8 I am Love" I AM love. <br />
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I am<em> patient</em> with you, and always <em>kind</em>. <br />
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I <em>do not envy</em>, I am <em>not proud and boastful</em> to you of all I have done to deserve your love.<br />
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I am <em>never rude</em>, snappy, or self-seeking with you.<br />
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I am<em> not easily angered</em>. My love goes deeper than emotions. <br />
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I erase your sins,<em> I do not count the times you fail and fall</em>,<em> I keep no record of your sins</em>, I have cleansed you of them!<br />
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I do not take delight in any of your pain or hard lessons, but <em>I rejoice</em> when good and truth come over you!<br />
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I will <em>ALWAYS protect you</em>, I will always take you into My trust and confidence.<br />
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I never put you on "trial basis" to make you prove yourself before I "reinstate" you. The past is gone, I have covered it, and I will not remind you of it. <br />
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I will always give you<em> hope</em>, and hope for you when you cannot!<br />
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I will <em>always persevere</em>! My love will not leave you, we'll make it through the hard stuff. <br />
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<em>I will NOT fail you</em>. <br />
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Prophecies will fade, tongues will cease, words of knowledge will pass away-- all of these spiritually desired and significant, sought after things will end, fade and lose their power. But <em>MY LOVE</em>, My love for you will never end!<br />
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It is the greatest, it is the core, it is more important than faith...more important than hope.<br />
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My love for you makes you heard, it makes you matter.<br />
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My love for you makes you something...someone important. <strong>My love for you has gained you everything!!</strong><br />
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My love for you gives you identity and purpose. My greatest desire and purpose towards you is LOVE!<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>I love you!"</strong></span><br />
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<strong>~1 Corinthians Chapter 13~</strong> <br />
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And STILL I love you...yes, I love YOU. You, you who are of <em>great worth to Me</em>!<br />
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Let Me, and <em>I will dwell with you</em>. Invite Me and I will be with you through each and every day, the ins and outs, ups and downs. <br />
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<em>You will be mine and I will be yours.</em><br />
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I, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Master of the Universe, <em>will live with you</em>. Not because you be worthy, famous or noble, but because your spirit is <em>contrite and lowly...</em>repentant and<em> </em>humble. <br />
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I will <em>revive the spirit</em> of the lowly and<em> the heart</em> of the contrite. Your heart. <br />
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Fear not, for <em>I have redeemed you</em>. I have <em>summoned you by name</em>, you are Mine!<br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">I love you</span></strong>. "<br />
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<strong>~Luke 12:7, Ezekiel 37:27, Isaiah 57:15b, Isaiah 43:1b~</strong><br />
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so<strong> LONG</strong>, <br />
so <strong>HIGH</strong>, <br />
so <strong>DEEP</strong>, <br />
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that it surpasses your understanding. You need My power to even be able to grasp it!<br />
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The universe, how vast, how wide it is. My love? Wider.<br />
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Light travels such long lengths from space to reach you, doesn't it? My love? I came farther and it goes much longer.<br />
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How high in the sky that moon hangs. My love? I hung for you too, My love goes higher. <br />
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The deepest depth of the ocean floor or the deepest part of your wounded heart. My love? It reaches there and deeper. <br />
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My love is <em>so great</em>, it will fill you so completely, the measuring rod of your heart will read, "<em>ALL the fullness of God</em>!"<br />
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I want YOU to know this love... to know Me... to know this fullness.<br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">I love you</span></strong>."<br />
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<strong>~Ephesians 3:18-19~</strong><br />
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You need not feel alone in the pressures of life,<em> I will counsel you</em>. <br />
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Come to Me with your worries and burdens. <em>I am concerned</em> for you.<br />
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Fear not, My love, I <em>watch over you</em>!<br />
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I <em>teach you what is best</em> and <em>direct you</em> in the way you should go. I'm always there to nudge and move you along The Way. <br />
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I <em>lead</em> you <em>with love</em>! It motivates all that I do. My leadership can be trusted.<br />
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You can trust My words, the promises I have made to you. <em>Hold onto them.</em> I am<em> faithful and will keep My word.</em><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">I love you."</span></strong><br />
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<strong>~Psalm 32:8, Isaiah 48:17b, Ezekiel 36:9, Hosea 11:4a, Hebrews 10:23~</strong><br />
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Let Me be the shoulder to catch your tears, the arm that steadies when you stumble, and the hand you reach for in the dark. I'm strength for another day, provision for your needs and protection from all that accosts you.<br />
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I will <em>comfort you</em> in ALL your troubles. Turn to me?<br />
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I will <em>keep you</em> from ALL harm and <em>watch over your life</em>.<br />
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I <u>will</u> meet ALL your needs. Before you even tell me, I know them.<br />
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I will <em>guide you</em> ALWAYS and <em>satisy your needs</em>. When you are weak, it is I who will <em>strengthen your frame</em>.<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><em>I love you. ALL of you. Always</em></span>."<br />
<strong>~ 2 Corinthians 1:3-4a, Psalms 121:7, Phillipians 4:19, Matthew 6:8b, Isaiah 58:11, ~</strong>Desaraehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16694035359926635253noreply@blogger.com1