Welcome to my eclectic journey of my life and delights. This year my theme is surrendering my writing pen to the true author, Jesus Christ, while looking forward to the future, reflecting on the past and dancing through my journey.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Sitting Quietly

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Today I have five hours without children.  Today I enter a new phase of my life.  Today begins two days a week to focus on other things besides home schooling.  So, today I woke wondering what I was going to do.  Not that I don't have a long "to-do" list, but where was I suppose to spend my energy?

Our family has had in the last two weeks several storms hit us.  Each of these storms has long rage affect on all of us...one is eternal.  I saw them coming. God prepared me to face the storms, but I still feel a little beat up by the effects of them raging.  He isn't finished yet and His promises are true, so I look to the future with peace, but my flesh is tired.  He has created the storm and He is in the midst of the storm with me.

Then today I stopped to pick up my devotional and read the wrong day, but God knew... He was going to speak.  I am sharing it with you since it spoke to me so directly.  I pray that it speaks to someone else also.  I will do as it suggests.  God has spoke on what my plans are for my first free day.....sitting quietly before Him.

Jesus Calling by Sarah Young

Demonstrate your trust in Me by sitting quietly in My Presence.  Put aside all that is waiting to be done, and refuse to worry about anything.  This scared time together strengthens you and prepares you to face whatever the day will bring.  By waiting with Me before you begin the day's activities, you proclaim the reality of My living Presence.  This act of faith - waiting before working-is noted in the spirit world, where your demonstration of trust weakens principalities and powers of darkness.
The most effective way to resist evil is to draw near Me.  When you need to take action, I will guide you clearly through My Spirit and My Word.  The world is so complex and overstimulating that you can easily lose your sens of direction.  Doing countless unnecessary activities will dissipate your energy. When you spend time with Me, I restore your sense of direction.   As you look to Me for guidance, I enable you to do less but accomplish more.

Luke 12:22-28, Eph. 6:12, Prov. 16:3

May you have a blessed week and God directs your path.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Oops Paint and Teen's Room

When you hit those little bumps in the road that want to pull you into the pit of giving up, a good friend with an encouraging word can sure help you to just jump over the bump.

This was the case when I entered our dirty and decoratively-challenged new dwelling.  I strolled through our new place with less-than-graceful or designer-possibility eyes.  God in His wisdom knew what He was up to when He brought a good friend to view things differently.  As I pointed out all the faults of this design- challenged home...more than had ever presented themselves to me in my lifetime.......she just smiled with, "it is all cosmetic!"

The rooms were abundant in size, yet the "slopped" (and I am being nice when I say  "slopped") on painted walls were way-less-than desirable 

I promised my son, whose wall had been "slopped" over with yellow paint to half-way cover the once-totally pink walls, that I would come to his male-ego rescue.  The shared, boys' bathroom would also be raised from the dead... as soon as I could find the money tree.

God in His mercy gave me vision for each room in the house...so reconstruction started and I have already completed two rooms' transformation.

One of the most cost-efficient ways to transform a room is with paint. However, even that can become very costly when painting a whole house.  In the past I have been known to paint full bedrooms in Oops paint.

Oops paint?  Well, they are the gallons or quarts of paint that someone brings back for some reason...usually not the color they thought.  My developed eye doesn't have trouble grabbing a gallon...usually about $5.00 or a little more, to see what I can create.  So last week, the last week before the start of school, I took my teenage son to go look at oops paint.  I had a vision in my head...he didn't.  I looked first, then allowed him to survey what they had.  He picked out exactly what I knew he would....now for the transformation.
Antique bed...spray painted in brown...mine from when I  was a teen.
I had already bought him a very reasonable (cheap) comforter for his bed...remember, teenage boy.  We attacked the walls with his chocolate paint.  He had envisioned all four walls in chocolate...I had not.  To my excitement, we ran out of the chocolate paint after two walls were completed.  There was just enough left to put my creative slant on the walls.  I continued the chocolate paint on a horizontal border going around the second two walls.  A lighter taupe...left over from a past project, finished up the walls.

Western art, metal signs and a cowboy boot has started our accents in his room. "Keep it simple, so it will stay clean" is my battle cry on teen boys' rooms....I am picking my battles.

This wall will probably hold all the sports pictures  from high school.
We still have more accents to finish.
I was on a roll...yes, a paint roll... On to the bathroom. Since this bathroom will be shared by a 22 year-old-college son, a 15 year-old-high-school freshman and our precious non-stop talker. age 5....it had alot to accommodate. The size is great...but past colors were still showing out from under every corner, baseboard and tile possible..does anyone know how to paint?  In came the color used at the top of the horizontal border from the son's room.

I gathered up all the car pictures, posters, and accents I could find from our different collections.  I ran to buy cheap...(remember, boys again), shower curtain, towels and rug.  I used these pieces to add the punch of color...RED.  In one day. I had the bathroom up and functioning well. 

I am still trying to decide if it needs a racing stripe going vertical in red....what do you think?

My motto, "If it doesn't look good....go grab some paint....and just possibly the oops paint will work the best."
Also grab that friend who can give you a new perspective.
Thanks Angie!

Monday, August 22, 2011

Here We Go - Because I Am the Mom

I have been hearing this song running in my head as we start our school year.

It is just tooooooooooooooooo true.

So today enjoy with me the Momisms Song!

Pat yourself on the back for all the years you have also said these words.

Laugh!  Singing along!  For all of you  with children at home....nod and get fired up.

If you can't view the wonderfully funny video, here are the words set to William Tell.
She is just the greatest....don't miss it.
I might just run this song on full blast each morning, so I won't have to do it myself.

Thanks for all the Kleenex...first day was wonderful...now today starts the real deal.
It is going to be a good year for us all.

(Still 100 plus degrees here...no rain)

Get up now
Get up now
Get up out of bed
Wash your face
Brush your teeth
Comb your sleepy head
Here’s your clothes
And your shoes
Hear the words I said
Get up now
Get up and make your bed
Are you hot?
Are you cold?
Are you wearing that?
Where’s your books and your lunch and your homework at?
Grab your coat and your gloves and your scarf and hat
Don’t forget you got to feed the cat
 Eat your breakfast
The experts tell us it’s the most important meal of all
Take your vitamins so you will grow up one day to be big and tall
Please remember the orthodontist will be seeing you at three today?
Don’t forget your piano lesson is this afternoon
So you must play
Don’t shovel
Chew slowly
But hurry
The bus is here
Be careful
Come back here
Did you wash behind your ears?
Play outside
Don’t play rough
Would you just play fair?
Be polite
Make a friend
Don’t forget to share
Work it out
Wait your turn
Never take a dare
Get along
Don’t make me come down there
Clean your room
Fold your clothes
Put your stuff away
Make your bed
Do it now
Do we have all day?
Were you born in a barn?
Would you like some hay
Can you even hear a word I say?
Answer the phone
Get Off the phone
Don’t sit so close
Turn it down
No texting at the table
No more computer time tonight
Your iPod’s my iPod if you don’t listen up
Where you going and with whom and what time do you think you’re coming home?
Saying thank you, please, excuse me
Makes you welcome everywhere you roam
You’ll appreciate my wisdom
Someday when you’re older and you’re grown
Can’t wait ‘til you have a couple little children of your own
You’ll thank me for the counsel I gave you so willingly
But right now
I thank you NOT to roll your eyes at me
Close your mouth when you chew
Would appreciate
Take a bite
Maybe two
Of the stuff you hate
Use your fork
Do not you burp
Or I’ll set you straight
Eat the food I put upon your plate
Get an A, Get the door
Don’t get smart with me
Get a Grip
Get up here I’ll count to 3
Get a job
Get a life
Get a PhD
Get a dose of…
I don’t care who started it
You’re grounded until your 36
Get your story straight
And tell the truth for once for heaven’s sake
And if all your friends jumped off a cliff
Would you jump too?
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said at least a thousand times before that
You’re too old to act this way
It must be your father’s DNA
Look at me when I am talking
Stand up straighter when you walk
A place for everything
And everything must be in place
Stop crying or I’ll give you something real to cry about
Brush your teeth
Wash your face
Get your PJs on
Get in bed
Get a hug
Say a prayer with Mom
Don’t forget
I love you
And tomorrow we will do this all again because a mom’s work never ends
You don’t need the reason why
I said so
I said so
I said so
I said so
I’m the Mom
The mom
The mom
The mom
The mom
Written and performed by Anita Renfroe (copyright 2007 Bluebonnet
Hills Music/BMI)
Happy Monday!

Friday, August 19, 2011

Hand the Kleenex Please

Today I stand in the Boo Hoo breakfast group.  I join those new moms who have just dropped their kids off for school for the first time.  Wiping their tears as their little one enters the new world of education the mother's see their children are growing up.

Now you all are laughing at me....since you know that my Boo Hoo breakfast is because my 6'4" tall, brown-eyed-baby boy enters public high school.  The new adventure begins as this home school mom of 23 years hands over the reigns of educating my fifth child through high school to someone else.

Could anyone have more confirmations on a decision they have made?  I can LOUDLY SAY NO!! on this decision.  God has confirmed at every corner. His provision and direction have been unmistakable.

So while we attend our first PTA meeting and I still have one foot in the home school circles with Benjamin....well just hand me the Kleenex.

My excitement for this adventure is only compared to the year I started home schooling our oldest.  I love that God in His wisdom has said, "Janette, I have dished up for you a life full of many experiences.  You will be a mom of multi-generations at one time.  You will know the sides of home schooling and public school.  You will be able to relate to the tired mother with a young one, while hugging the mother whose child just said "I do" in marriage.  You Janette, will be able to say, "Been there", with true compassion."

He is now a  "Wildcat"....and here is something that has never been in our house....everything is new.  You know like your first day of school or your child's' first day.

I am now joining the Moms in Touch group for the high school.  Oh prayer, that just so excites me.  I will also be working as assistant room mom for the two day school Benjamin will attend.  I will be the fan at the sports events yelling, "Stephe-ooooooooo"... as my son enters the basketball court and baseball field!  I  will encourage the new home school moms at Benjamin's coop school also.

I will have two days a week by myself...first time in 28 years of parenting!  Now what will I do?
I need another Kleenex.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Time to Run and Set Down My Suitcases

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I want to run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I don't want to be encumbered. I don't want to be afraid.
 I want to live life to the fullest.

Recently I have had an excitement in my spirit.  I am not sure what it all means, but I do know that I don't want to be weighed down...I want to be free to run.

The closing song at the end of my post Suitcases by Dara McLean just seemed to speak what is brewing in my heart.  Time to set down the suitcases.  I have set down suitcases along the way during my life, but I think I have turned back and picked some up.

Some possible suitcases that can weigh us down :

  • FearFor God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline. 2 Timothy 1:7 
  • Feelings of Intimidation or Inferiority - "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
    Eleanor Roosevelt 
  • Lack of or Inadequate Education - Lack of or uncompleted education didn't stop these people - Bill Gates, Michael Dell, Dave Thomas (Wendy's founder), Bobby Flay(high school drop-out, Food Network guru)
  • Age - Mary Kay began her company at age 47,  Moses was 80, The Colonel started KFC at age 65, Sarah was in her 90's when she gave birth to the promised one... Issac.
  • Resources/Money - 2 Corinthians 9:8
    And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that always having all sufficiency in everything; you may have an abundance for every good deed;
  • Excuses - post on this pest (last October), link here and here - I think this suitcase probably weighs most of us down the most....it has to go.
  • Lack of Faith - for we walk by faith, not by sight. II Corn. 5:7
  • many more that can only be revealed through prayer, I am sure you can add to this list.
 Now to let the Lord's hand release the hold these suitcases have on my life, so that I can run the race set before me.

Here is the catchy song which encouraged me to look at the load I need to set down. You can hear it on You Tube (it is a toe tapping tune)...here are the words. (don't miss the end after the song)

Dara MacLean
How can you move when they’re weighing you down
What can you do when you’re tied to the ground
You carry your burdens
Heavy like gravity
Just let them go now
There’s freedom in relief
You can’t run when you’re holding suitcases
It’s a new day
Throw away your mistakes and
Open up your heart
Lay down your guard
You don’t have to be afraid
Just breathe
Your love can be lifted
There’s a better way when you know you’re forgiven
Open up your heart
Lay down your guard
You don’t have to be afraid
Can you imagine what it’s like to be free
Oh oh oh
We’ll send them backpackin’
They’re now what you need
Vending your troubles
By the side of the street
Just let them go now
Believe me
You can’t run when you’re holding suitcases
It’s a new day
Throw away your mistakes and
Open up your heart
Lay down your guard
You don’t have to be afraid
Just breathe
Your love can be lifted
There’s a better way when you know you’re forgiven
Open up your heart
Lay down your guard
You don’t have to be afraid
There’s nothing holding you back now
Just run
You can’t run when you’re holding suitcases
It’s a new day
Throw away your mistakes and
Open up your heart
Lay down your guard
You don’t have to be afraid
Just breathe
Your love can be lifted
There’s a better way when you know you’re forgiven
Open up your heart
Lay down your guard
You don’t have to be
You don’t have to be afraid

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I hope you set down your suitcases and run!  Meet you at the finish line!

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Just Missed the Record

We were hoping we were going to need one of these
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Our anticipation and excitement grew as we saw this come over our house
We ran out so we didn't miss this long awaited event.   As the clouds covered the sky over our home the sun had to take a break from the scorching heat we had been under for months.  We were two days from the record breaking  42 consecutive days of 100 or more degree weather held from 1980.  We also needed those drops of silver refreshment to quench the drought ridden, cracked earth which resulted in dead grasses.

As Benjamin and I watched in excitement, Ben said in a matter of fact voice, "Well yes there will be rain. Dad prayed for it last night."  I pointed to the divided clouds giving way to the glaring sun just over the horizon.  "Dad asked for US to have rain."   Somehow his little mind felt the answered prayers were for our yard only.

The clouds stopped  our consecutive 100 degree weather.  Friday took us back into the 100 plus degrees, but before we got back to 100plus, we went to discover our new neighborhood park.

How funny that your perspective can change on what is hot.  We felt cool while playing in the high 80's and low 90's degree on the still summer day. 

The re-fueled energy from the lower temperature gave me the desire to join Benjamin on the swing set.  Allowing my legs to reach toward the sky in children's play on the swing....once again realizing that the life and the faith of a child are precious.

  How long has it been since you have swung in a swing?  You might try it again....I didn't jump out.

Look what woke me up at 4 am.....yes RAIN!  Benjamin will be so excited when he gets up.

It is still slowly coming down....slowly soaking the tired ground and refreshing our scorched land.

Happy 6th Anniversary to my son and daughter-in-law, we are so proud of you both and love you dearly.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Age Two Revisited

One of the joys of a new move is finding new places for all our old treasures... reviving anything with a new location and a new focus. One of my future projects involves a Picture Gallery Wall.  I have a very large...ugly wall on the landing of our stairs. The wall is in much need of TLC and we constantly view it as we ascend up and down the stairs from all of our bedrooms to the gathering rooms below.  Here I will showcase our life, only visible to those who are invited up the stairs... and us.  I have a great design for the wall, yet must start at square one....new frames for old pictures.

In the past, I had one wall in my formal living or formal dining room set aside for "age two" portraits.  We began this large portrait setting with our first child.  This was long before you could do it yourself...so the first had a professional photographer....by the last, we went to one of those multiple-site photo shops.  Today I would do it myself with all of today's amazing technology.

As I took the pictures out of their formal gold frames to change them into more subtle frames....well, this mother walked down memory lane.

Today my Simple Pleasure is walking back through Age 2 of all of my six children.  Their personalities still speak to me from their pictures.  I heard their little voices, saw their smiles, and applauded who they were and are today.

First Born - Now age 28, married, business owner, where did the time go?

Second Born - Now age 25, college graduate in the real world

Third Born - Now age 22, finishing up his degree - stands 6'4"

Fourth Born - Only Daughter, now age 20, Exploring Life

Fifth Born - Now 15, caught his brother at 6'4", my only brown-eyed, curly-headed child

Sixth Born - The Baby of the Family,  our Cherry on Top - now age 5

Revisiting age Two....A wonderful Simple Pleasure

Monday, August 8, 2011

Killed with Kindness

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Have you heard this expression, "Killed with Kindness"?  How about the scripture that says,"A gentle answer turns away wrath but a harsh word stirs up anger?" Prov. 15:1.

I am sure you have the stories of how you felt God was right there, instructing you on a matter
and you had the choice to listen and obey or ignore.

Such was the case on the way to the Salon last week.   Road rage has become such a norm in our society
that I enter the highways with extreme caution and prayer.  You never know when that person
beside you might "go off," nor do you know what life has dealt them.

I began to change lanes. I did all I usually do to safely move my vehicle from one lane to another, except one move.
I put on my blinkers....making everyone aware I was making my move.
I looked in my rear view mirror....clear.
I looked in my side mirror....clear.


As I moved into the lane, my side mirror caught the color of a very small sports vehicle on the driver's side of my car.
I was in a large SUV, so the height of the two vehicles are worlds apart.  The top of the little
Mazda came to the top of my wheel frame.

It was too late to pull back...I got sick at my stomach.  
I had cleared the car by only inches.

As I silently told the Lord, "Oh, thank you so much for not allowing me to hit that car!"  I heard 
His gentle voice repeat back Proverbs 15:1.  I begin to repent in my mind words
of apology to the car I had just missed.

To my horror, the small sports vehicle zoomed around me to my side with his window down "SCREAMING"

I started to shake as I rolled down my window to answer back.

There in the sports coop was a large, 30-plus man with multiple studs protruding from his nose.
He looked mean!
He was yelling!!!  I will not repeat the threats.

I calmly...may I say that means God was at the wheel by this time...started to talk.

"I  so, so humbly apologize!  It is all my fault!  I didn't see you!!"

His reaction - He is totally stunned. He stops his yelling.

"Ma'am, you have killed me with your kindness"

I thought he was being sarcastic and all I could envision was him following me into the parking lot to let me have it.

I continued with asking for forgiveness.  "I looked in both mirrors! I didn't see you! I am soooooooooooo glad I didn't hit you."

He becomes complete butter.  He replies back, "I am sorry I went off on you.  Please have a great day!"

I finish with, "thank-you, I am so sorry, it was not my intent!"
This is the condition I was in when entering the salon...shaking, tears running down my eyes, and a grateful heart for a God who took care of me.

His Word...the Word that began our universe.  The Word that put the stars in the sky.  The Word that brought about all of creation.  His Word - when acted upon works miracles!
I had just finished Discerning the Voice of God by Priscilla Shirer.  I will never know what would have happened if I had not heeded His voice.

Here is a picture of my new hairdo.  I am no Meg Ryan...but it works for now.  Who knows I might see what that zebra grey hair looks like if I allow it to take over my head. For this fall I am going to enjoy this new hairdo.
Reality picture...and no this is not a good pic, but we were at the circus.

Time for the revelation....and yes, that eye shadow picked up the flash and glows...oh my!  I tried.
A change...now more to come.  I have found some great new pieces of clothing for pennies...so I'm getting excited at coming out of my cocoon.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Why I Am Afraid of a Salon

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In May, I started a 31-day-to-a-cuter you...trying to revive my extremely-needed, painted, 50-year-old barn...ie. me! (click to see past post)

The years of neglect and advancing age had caught up to this old mule..."well, she ain't what she use to be" could be echoed in my house. Strolling towards the new me....exercise, clothes, make-up and hair...the train left the track and went down a side road of moving.  Needless to say, everything was de-railed.

So, trying to hop back on the train and pick up something other than the real paint brushes being used in my new home, I decided to address one of my biggest procrastinations...the much-needed attention area of...... myself.
I know you are now wondering if I even possess the female gene...I do, but here is why I hate going and having my hair done.

  1. I never know what would  look good on me or what I want.  So I arrive early enough to explain that I have no idea what I want and that any resemblance of my past cut is gone.  Since every time I find someone I like, she moves or something. This means this new stylist doesn't have a clue either and she hands me the BOOKS.
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  1. Now if those pictures aren't scary enough for a 50-year-old, home school mom...well, wanting to cover up their half clothed bodies is.
  2. My next big scare is the price....I mean it costs the amount of a car payment...totally insane in my book, and I just think about everything else I could get for that price.....I am a cheapskate when it comes to my hair.
  3. Getting there on time... having someone to keep my little one....traffic...well, that isn't relaxing...I will address the road rage on the way to my appointment in my next post.

I had to eat most of my excuses because the pictures from the circus told it all....my hair looked horrible.  My precious daughter calls and says she will pay for 1/2 as my Mother's Day gift and she gives me the name of a stylist and salon to go to....one she uses.

I arrive wiping off tears.....tears caused by an individual's road rage... addressed in a separate post. 

I sat down to a very quiet stylist, pulled out my picture and sheepishly said,  "Will this work on me? Am I too old for this cut?"  "No, the cut is fine but forget getting your hair that color." is her informative answer.  "I didn't pick it for the color, I picked it for the cut"...yelled my nervous, internal conversation.

She starts to work...I look up at the mirror...as 3 to 4 inches are following to the ground... and I see the sign:


I have neither...only my debit card.  While she is starting my coloring, I get the courage to explain I will have to go get cash at the ATM after she is finished.....silence!!!

All of a sudden she speaks, "you have the most WICKED grey hair I have ever seen! I have dealt with grey hair for years and I'm a teacher and have NEVER seen this in the books. Hey!  Come over here and see her grey hair!!"  Now I am feeling like an alien!!! The description of my grey hair is that it is striped.  Yes, STRIPED.  It is grey, black, grey, black....like a zebra all the way down my hair strand! Who knew?

An hour and 1/2 later, I come out looking great, with my zebra-striped grey hairs colored. There is an extra bounce in my step until...................... I hear what I owe and go into sticker shock while running to the car to the ATM.

Every person in Denton, Texas was lined up at the ATM!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Each car had multiple people using the ATM....can you say nervous?

I get back to the salon with the amount of a small loan in cash to give my stylist, who is outside waiting to go home!!!!!!!!!!!  She says thank-you and leaves.  The guilt starts crawling in over the money spent. I call my hubby...who reassures me that it is all worth it. He knows me...I am not a spender, and he also knew what my hair looked like.  He wants his wife to look nice, so he calms my fears.

Now you know part of my story on why getting myself back in some type of order is such an ordeal.  I have to admit...I love my hair, I feel pretty and in the long run, no one in my household is going to go to bed hungry...but I still will try to find a cheaper place next time and save the difference for more blinds in the house.

Step one of painting my barn and getting back on track has been accomplished.  Now further work is needed and I am encouraged to start my workouts (inside, thank-you at 108 degrees) tomorrow. There comes a time to take time out and make oneself feel and look better....I think my time is now.

If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in a library?  ~Lily Tomlin

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Back Off, Stand Down, Get Out of the Way!

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How you ever felt God was using a megaphone to get your attention?  You innocently enter into His presence and before you know it you are hearing Him loud and clear. At these times I might be caught speaking back in audible voice.  This recent devotional just seemed to "yell' at so many areas of my life I had to share it...along with the images that came to mind as I read. Bold letters indicate the megaphone voice I heard. These images are not intended to take away from the magnitude of the message, they are just reminding me "loud and clear" that the Lord means business in so many areas of my life.  No God didn't yell...He just tenderly said, "lets get this message very clear...I am the one in control."

My Utmost for His Highest - Oswald Chambers
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He comes where He commands us to leave.  If you stayed home when God told you to go because you were so concerned about your own people there, then you actually robbed them of the teaching of Jesus Christ Himself.  When you obeyed and left all the consequences to God, the Lord went into your city to teach, but as long as you were disobedient, you blocked His way.  Watch when you begin to debate with Him and put what you call your duty into competition with His commands.  If you say, "I know that He told me to go, but my duty is here," it simply means that you do not believe that Jesus means what He says.
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He teaches where He instructs us not to teach.
"Master....let us make three tabernacles..." (Luke 9:33)
Are you playing the part of an amateur providence, trying to play God's role in the lives of others?  Are you so noisy in our instructions of other people that God cannot get near them?  We must learn to keep our mouths shut and our spirits alert.  God wants to instruct us regarding  His Son, and He wants to turn our times of prayer into mounts of transfiguration.  When we become certain God is going to work in a particular way, He will never work in that way again.
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He works where He sends us to wait.
"...tarry....until..." ( Luke 24:49)
"Wait on the Lord" and He will work (Psalms 37:34). But don't wait sulking spiritually and feeling sorry for yourself, just because you can't see one inch in front of you!  Are we detached enough from our own spiritual fits of emotions to "wait patiently for Him"? (37:7)  Waiting is not sitting with folded hands doing nothing, but it is learning to do what we are told.

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These are some of the facets of His ways that we rarely recognize.

I want to recognize the many facets of my Lord's ways....so I am going to Back Off, Stand Down, Get Out of the Way, and wait patiently in obedience.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Do Everything to His Glory!

Happy August!

This is usually our month for our hottest weather, time for getting ready for school, finishing up our summer and looking towards fall.

So today I send you this video to encourage you that no matter what August holds 
for you and your family....

Whatever You Do It All Matters

Do Everything that You Do to the Glory of the One Who Made You!!

Make Him Smile....Tell the Story of His Grace
I pray you will take the time to listen and read the lyrics...I believe it will bless your day - Hugs!

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