Truth has become on objective concept in our society. My truth may not be your truth and we need to respect each other's truth no matter what it is. My truth is different then your truth, because I have a different perspective on life then you do. Therefore, I base my truth on my perspective. My perspective dictates my truth.
I have struggled with this a lot; the idea that truth may very well be objective. I have fought against it and found myself in a place of possibly being labeled as an absolutest and dogmatic. I have fought with it so hard inside of myself, listened to the arguments against absolutism, and found myself slowly turning.......gradually beginning to think, maybe they have a point. I have grown tired of the debate and slowly weakened. Maybe, maybe they are right. Maybe their truth in their lives is good for them. And the truth in my life is good for me. And that's ok. Maybe that doesn't sound so bad. After all, I would be open to any truth then, accepting of it. The debate would be over; the fight would be over. This felt easier and inside of myself, I have to be honest; the easy route looked good and made me want to sigh a breathe of relief. No longer would I have to defend myself. But then, doubt began to set in. Doubt of what I believed. If they were right....then that means I might be wrong. And if I am wrong, then everything I have ever said, done, believed in, worked for, loved, worshiped.....might be for nothing. This thought had left me incredibly vulnerable.
My shield had fallen to the ground, my sword aimlessly held at my side, my helmet tossed on the ground as I threw it aside to wipe the sweat from my brow. And I stared my enemy straight in the face and realized, for a moment; that it just was easier to succumb.
My vulnerability left me at a place of teetering between hopelessness and depression. I felt I was constantly trying to fight them both off. I didn't want either of them, but I felt I had nothing left to give. I would have moments of peace, but these moments became more fleeting and hopelessness became more prevalent. I had been in this place before. I knew it well. I didn't want it, but was feeling sucked in. Depression does that. It sucks you in. Friends who were struggling with major life issues would call, looking for support and encouragement. I would listen to myself repeat words, phrases, verses, anything and everything that I knew were the right things to say to lift them up. But as I heard myself, my words sounded hollow. Meaningless jargon to make someone feel better. They didn't feel like truth to me anymore. How could I pass along something I was beginning to doubt?
And then, in all His Mighty Faithfulness, God spoke to me. In the middle of everyday life, using a simple example of something I understood well, He spoke to me. I had gone to the gym that morning. Resolved to get back into shape. I stepped onto the treadmill and got ready for my workout. I had decided earlier to make sure the treadmill would be at an incline in order to simulate running outside better.......outside is my gym of choice. I pushed the incline button and noticed it was already set at 5.5%. Jeez o Petes! Who is the crazy person that is running at 5.5% incline! Oh well....and I started to lower the platform to an incline of 2%. I started the treadmill up and that is when it hit me.
When I had first stepped up on the treadmill I did not realize I was at a 5.5% incline. It felt level to me. If anyone had asked me, I would have told them I was standing level. If they would have pressed me about it, I probably would have argued with them that I was standing on level ground. I didn't know any different. It was what I knew to be level. It felt level, it looked level to me, I didn't feel like I was on a slant. From what I could tell, feel, and see; I was standing on level ground. It was my perspective. It was my truth. And this is when God spoke to me.
The truth was that I was not level. It really didn't matter how I felt, what I could tell, or what I could see. The fact of the matter was, I was not level. My perspective on the matter made me think I knew what the truth was about the incline of the treadmill. The truth was I was on an incline. Whether or not I agreed with the truth, saw the truth, understood the truth, liked the truth, or felt the truth didn't change the truth.
Truth is not, nor ever will be objective. If it was, it would go against the very definition of truth which means constant and faithful. Something constant and faithful cannot be changed or else it would no longer be constant and faithful. Yes, our lives shape us, can define us, and sets our perspective on life. However, our perspective, cannot and will not change the truth. Our circumstances do not change truth.
There are so many debates. Debates about politics, debates about faith, debates about proper etiquette and socially acceptable behaviour, debates within the church and outside of the church. It goes on and on, because we all have our own experiences, our own lives, our own perspectives on which we base our "truth". Truth cannot be based on our perspective though, because we all have different perspectives, therefore we all have a different truth. In our American society, it is becoming more and more acceptable to simply be whoever, whatever, and however you want to be. Cause you can, it's your right, and you want to. You can believe whatever you want, do whatever you want, say whatever you want because it is your right. And, in our society, if someone tries to tell you otherwise; on either side mind you, then your rights are being stepped on. So off to court you go, to prove your rights are justified and nobody has any business telling you otherwise. However, our rights, what we want, how we feel, what we like or don't like never changes the truth. It is constant, it is faithful, it is never changing.
As I have spent some time thinking about what God shared with me, I have realized; there is only one constant. It is not human opinion, social trends, my feelings, my thoughts, my perspective, my outlook on life, my circumstances. None of these are truth, because they are all changeable. And truth is constant and faithful. None of those things can line up with the definition of truth. Only one thing lines up with the definition of truth and that is God. He has always remained the same. His love is constant, His faithfulness is sure, and He never changes. Debaters, I am going to stop you right here because I know what you are going to say. I have heard it a million times.
"The Bible contradicts itself, how can a loving God allow bad things to happen to good people, I have found just as much peace and happiness following Buddha as you do following God......."
I've heard it all. So debaters, go no farther, leave your debates at the table and listen. My opinion, your opinion, your thoughts, my thoughts, my experiences, your experiences, my ideals, your ideals, your feelings, my feelings are ALL subject to change. They are not constant and therefore they are not truth. All those things make no difference and do not change the truth of who God is. Our understanding of Him, our opinion of Him, our perspective of Him, or our interpretation of Him do not and will not ever change Him, because He is the very definition of truth.
I desire to strip it all away, because when I do, it leads me back to the one constant, the one faithful, the one true God.
I felt myself collapsing in a heap of hopelessness. None of it mattered. I didn't matter. It would be easier to simply give up. I could feel the cold dirt against my cheek as I lay on the ground. His breath coming closer to me. I could feel him breathing and could smell his stench. I shut my eyes, willing myself to die. Fear froze me.....and then I heard the voice of another. It was the distinguishable voice of my Father, gently speaking to me. "My love has never failed you. I am here and I will never leave you. I will never forsake you. You are mine. You are my child. Get up and stand strong. You do not have to fight this battle on your own, because I will fight it for you. I have already overcome." His voice was like a sweet aroma over powering the stench of my enemy. I opened my eyes and reached out to take the hand extended towards me. His strong arms lifted me out of the dirt I had settled in. My Helper picked up my helmet and handed it to me. "You are going to need this." He picked up my sword that had fallen out of the weak grasp of my hand and placed it back in my hand, firmly closing my fingers around it's hilt. I felt His strength begin to rush through my being. I placed my helmet back on my head and bent down to pick up my shield. And I looked my enemy square in the eyes and I shouted, "Greater is He that is in me then he that is in the world, and He has already overcome the world!"
2 Chronicles 20:17
"You will not have to fight this battle. Take up your positions; stand firm and see the deliverance the Lord will give you, O Judah and Jerusalem. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. Go out to face them tomorrow, and the Lord will be with you."
Ephesians 6:10-17
"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
John 16:33 "I have told you these things, so that in my you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."
Friday, February 22, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
Ouch.......
This morning, I had had it. I found my son Colin playing his DS up in his room when he was supposed to be getting ready for school. I said that's it. The DS is mine and you can only have it back when ALL your chores are done. When you get it back, it will be for a limited amount of time. A little while later, a little whistler blower called out to me, "Mom, Colin said he is not going to follow any of your stupid rules." I said, "That's fine. Colin will be choosing to not get his DS back then either."
I went downstairs to take care of the issue. There was a lot of finger and tongue wagging on my part and I will spare you from all the details, otherwise you will be reading forever; and quite frankly it really has nothing to to with what happened later on.......and what caused the "ouch". So, to make a long story short, I told Colin that we are going to do what Tim and Lynette are doing. We are going to have a point system. You have to earn your screen time. Colin looked at me and asked, "Why? Why do we have to have a point system?" I looked at him and said, "Because, you don't take the initiative to do these things on your own. If you were to do them on your own, I wouldn't have to put anything into place to help you do them." And that is when it hit me.....an idea. Colin and I headed out the door to the van where the girls were waiting for us. On our way to school, I presented to them my idea.
They have one week. One week to show me they will put forth the effort, not only to do their daily chores and do them well, mind you; but then to look around and come and ask if there is something I need help with. If I see them taking the initiative to show integrity, to do their work well, and then to go above and beyond, look for the messes, and help Rob and I around the house, then I will not put a point system into place. Because they will be achieving the goal on their own. If I don't see them taking the initiative, then I will put a point system in place.
Sounds great theoretically; we will see how it goes. Here comes the "ouch" part.
On my way home, God pricked my heart. Just like me, He desires His child to take initiative. Initiative to do what is right without being forced. Without the law being laid down. The law is there, yes, and the law was enforced in my life. But as I shared in an earlier blog, that law was lifted from me recently. Not cause I shouldn't follow it or don't have to follow it, but because my Daddy wants me to take the initiative. He wants me to give 110%. He wants me to see the messes and join Him in cleaning them up. He wants me to do it, because I know it is right, because I know it is His will for my life, AND BECAUSE I DESIRE TO. Ugh! I'm just like my son! I have been yelling at my Daddy, "I don't have to follow your stupid rules!"
And God says,"Nope, you don't have to, but then this is what will happen......" It isn't a threat. Just a matter of fact truth of natural consequences.
The issue is my heart. Just like my children, I want to do the minimum. I want to get by with doing as little as possible and call it good enough. When the rules and regulations are lifted from me, I run for the border as fast as I can and shout "FREEDOM" only to find myself once again walking down a path that is leading me back to bondage. And the struggle begins, between what my Spirit wants and the lusty cry of my flesh. I have pondered and questioned, "God, why did you lift the rules from me? I'm a rule follower. Give me rules, give me regulations, give me laws and I will follow them to the letter. Why? Why did you take them away? It was so much easier." And the answer is this. The law was there to teach me. To bring me out of bondage. And I experienced freedom from my chains. So, God lifted the law. He tested me. He said, "You know the way to go. You know what to do. But I am leaving the choice up to you." See, He doesn't want a robot named Melody serving Him out of duty and religion; which I am really good at doing. No, He wants a Melody whose desire has become His desire to do His will. I find I have failed the test miserably.
Today, God has left me in the same exact situation in which I left my children this morning as I dropped them off at school. They have a choice. Choose to take the initiative. Grow in character and watch our family grow as we learn to work together and serve each other.... OR ....continue to do the minimal. Have the law established over their life. And learn to work out of duty and not out of desire.
I have a choice. Choose to take the initiative. Grow in character and watch my relationship with Christ blossom even more as I learn to work beside Him and serve Him.... OR .....continue to do the minimal. Have the law established over my life. And go back to serving out of duty and religion and not out of desire.
Joshua 24:15 keeps popping up into my mind as I type:
"If it is disagreeable in your sight to serve the Lord, choose for yourselves today whom you will serve: whether the gods which your fathers served which were beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you are living; but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord."
I have been challenged.
I went downstairs to take care of the issue. There was a lot of finger and tongue wagging on my part and I will spare you from all the details, otherwise you will be reading forever; and quite frankly it really has nothing to to with what happened later on.......and what caused the "ouch". So, to make a long story short, I told Colin that we are going to do what Tim and Lynette are doing. We are going to have a point system. You have to earn your screen time. Colin looked at me and asked, "Why? Why do we have to have a point system?" I looked at him and said, "Because, you don't take the initiative to do these things on your own. If you were to do them on your own, I wouldn't have to put anything into place to help you do them." And that is when it hit me.....an idea. Colin and I headed out the door to the van where the girls were waiting for us. On our way to school, I presented to them my idea.
They have one week. One week to show me they will put forth the effort, not only to do their daily chores and do them well, mind you; but then to look around and come and ask if there is something I need help with. If I see them taking the initiative to show integrity, to do their work well, and then to go above and beyond, look for the messes, and help Rob and I around the house, then I will not put a point system into place. Because they will be achieving the goal on their own. If I don't see them taking the initiative, then I will put a point system in place.
Sounds great theoretically; we will see how it goes. Here comes the "ouch" part.
On my way home, God pricked my heart. Just like me, He desires His child to take initiative. Initiative to do what is right without being forced. Without the law being laid down. The law is there, yes, and the law was enforced in my life. But as I shared in an earlier blog, that law was lifted from me recently. Not cause I shouldn't follow it or don't have to follow it, but because my Daddy wants me to take the initiative. He wants me to give 110%. He wants me to see the messes and join Him in cleaning them up. He wants me to do it, because I know it is right, because I know it is His will for my life, AND BECAUSE I DESIRE TO. Ugh! I'm just like my son! I have been yelling at my Daddy, "I don't have to follow your stupid rules!"
And God says,"Nope, you don't have to, but then this is what will happen......" It isn't a threat. Just a matter of fact truth of natural consequences.
The issue is my heart. Just like my children, I want to do the minimum. I want to get by with doing as little as possible and call it good enough. When the rules and regulations are lifted from me, I run for the border as fast as I can and shout "FREEDOM" only to find myself once again walking down a path that is leading me back to bondage. And the struggle begins, between what my Spirit wants and the lusty cry of my flesh. I have pondered and questioned, "God, why did you lift the rules from me? I'm a rule follower. Give me rules, give me regulations, give me laws and I will follow them to the letter. Why? Why did you take them away? It was so much easier." And the answer is this. The law was there to teach me. To bring me out of bondage. And I experienced freedom from my chains. So, God lifted the law. He tested me. He said, "You know the way to go. You know what to do. But I am leaving the choice up to you." See, He doesn't want a robot named Melody serving Him out of duty and religion; which I am really good at doing. No, He wants a Melody whose desire has become His desire to do His will. I find I have failed the test miserably.
Today, God has left me in the same exact situation in which I left my children this morning as I dropped them off at school. They have a choice. Choose to take the initiative. Grow in character and watch our family grow as we learn to work together and serve each other.... OR ....continue to do the minimal. Have the law established over their life. And learn to work out of duty and not out of desire.
I have a choice. Choose to take the initiative. Grow in character and watch my relationship with Christ blossom even more as I learn to work beside Him and serve Him.... OR .....continue to do the minimal. Have the law established over my life. And go back to serving out of duty and religion and not out of desire.
Joshua 24:15 keeps popping up into my mind as I type:
"If it is disagreeable in your sight to serve the Lord, choose for yourselves today whom you will serve: whether the gods which your fathers served which were beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you are living; but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord."
I have been challenged.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Blessed Be Your Name
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So many times I find myself at the beginning of my devotional time asking God for favors. "Dear, Heavenly Father, will you please help me with my attitude?, God, please give me direction and the desires of my heart, God please........"
This morning, it happened again and I felt a check in my spirit. God isn't my Santa or my spiritual vending machine. None of these things are necessarily bad to go to Him about and I know it is ok to approach my Father with my requests. However, in the middle of it, I see my focus is all on me. The truth is, it isn't about what I want, what He gives, or what He doesn't give. It is about who He is no matter what. It is about Him. And so, no matter how my life goes, what I receive, what I don't receive, or how my day plays out.......Blessed Be His Name! He gives and He takes away. He leads me through times of plenty and walks with me through the dessert where no water can be found. And through it all I will choose to say, blessed be your name Jesus! You are worthy of all honor and praise! It is all about You and Your heart and Your desire, and that is all I need! So Blessed be your Name!!
So many times I find myself at the beginning of my devotional time asking God for favors. "Dear, Heavenly Father, will you please help me with my attitude?, God, please give me direction and the desires of my heart, God please........"
This morning, it happened again and I felt a check in my spirit. God isn't my Santa or my spiritual vending machine. None of these things are necessarily bad to go to Him about and I know it is ok to approach my Father with my requests. However, in the middle of it, I see my focus is all on me. The truth is, it isn't about what I want, what He gives, or what He doesn't give. It is about who He is no matter what. It is about Him. And so, no matter how my life goes, what I receive, what I don't receive, or how my day plays out.......Blessed Be His Name! He gives and He takes away. He leads me through times of plenty and walks with me through the dessert where no water can be found. And through it all I will choose to say, blessed be your name Jesus! You are worthy of all honor and praise! It is all about You and Your heart and Your desire, and that is all I need! So Blessed be your Name!!
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
A Good Reminder From a Handfull of Clay
Most mornings, on our way to school, I spend some time praying with the children. Somehow, out of our prayer time, came the topic of why bad things happen to good people. I explained to my children that sometimes God allows us to walk through very dark and difficult stages of our lives because He is perfecting us. I used the example of clay and a molded pot. I asked the kids, why do we put a pot through the fire? Their answer was straight forward and simple. To make it hard and so that it can hold water. In this moment with my kids, the truth of this issue resonated with me. The fire makes it steadfast and sturdy. It takes something impressionable and keeps it permenatnly in the shape the molder formed it to be. The fire takes the pot which once only had potential and transforms it into a pot which can be used for it's intended purpose. I thought this was so good!
Jesus has taken me, a handful of clay, and has formed me, molded me and shaped me into a vessel of potential. He has made me for a specific purpose. He has impressed Himself onto and into me......
In this moment of molding and shaping, I am in wonder at what He is making me to become. I stand amazed at the potential I see Him forming. I know His hand prints and the impression of Him is all over me and I feel abundently loved. I am excited to see what His plans are for me. And then, He does the unthinkable. At least it is unthinkable to me. He places me in a hot, dry, burning place. I cry out in pain not understanding why or how He, the one who loved me and formed me, could allow me to suffer. And yet, I know He still loves me, cause He has always proved Himself faithful. Eventually, I see a door open, a way out, and I know the loving hand of my Maker is drawing me towards Him. I look at myself and realize......The shape He formed me in has become permanent. His impressions on me are visible and nothing can remove them from me. He tells me I am ready now.......
I am no longer simply full of potential. Now, I am ready to be used.
What an awesome lesson and reminder for me today! I don't know the whys of the difficulties of this life, some of which or so horrible I can't even begin to imagine or understand. There are simply no answers sometimes. But He knows and He is still in control. And if we allow Him and we choose to trust Him, He will bring us through it refined, beautiful, and ready for His purposes. It makes me want to shout, "BRING IT ON THEN!" And yet, I cringe knowing the fire is a difficult thing to go through.
So God I pray for you to mold me. Shape me into a vessel of potential. Impress yourself into me and on me.......and then set me on fire. And in the fire, I ask you to strengthen me so that I will not falter. I desire to be taken from a vessel full of potential to a vessel that is ready to be used. Thank you Jesus
Isaiah 64:8
"Yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand."
Jesus has taken me, a handful of clay, and has formed me, molded me and shaped me into a vessel of potential. He has made me for a specific purpose. He has impressed Himself onto and into me......
In this moment of molding and shaping, I am in wonder at what He is making me to become. I stand amazed at the potential I see Him forming. I know His hand prints and the impression of Him is all over me and I feel abundently loved. I am excited to see what His plans are for me. And then, He does the unthinkable. At least it is unthinkable to me. He places me in a hot, dry, burning place. I cry out in pain not understanding why or how He, the one who loved me and formed me, could allow me to suffer. And yet, I know He still loves me, cause He has always proved Himself faithful. Eventually, I see a door open, a way out, and I know the loving hand of my Maker is drawing me towards Him. I look at myself and realize......The shape He formed me in has become permanent. His impressions on me are visible and nothing can remove them from me. He tells me I am ready now.......
I am no longer simply full of potential. Now, I am ready to be used.
What an awesome lesson and reminder for me today! I don't know the whys of the difficulties of this life, some of which or so horrible I can't even begin to imagine or understand. There are simply no answers sometimes. But He knows and He is still in control. And if we allow Him and we choose to trust Him, He will bring us through it refined, beautiful, and ready for His purposes. It makes me want to shout, "BRING IT ON THEN!" And yet, I cringe knowing the fire is a difficult thing to go through.
So God I pray for you to mold me. Shape me into a vessel of potential. Impress yourself into me and on me.......and then set me on fire. And in the fire, I ask you to strengthen me so that I will not falter. I desire to be taken from a vessel full of potential to a vessel that is ready to be used. Thank you Jesus
Isaiah 64:8
"Yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand."
Monday, November 26, 2012
Inside and Out
First off, I have to say, I am sorry not all of my Thankfulness postings made it to my blog like I originally intended. For some reason, my blog did not like working on my ipad.....so the Thankfulness posts ended up on facebook instead. Someday, when I have nothing to do, I may add them on here :)
Now, on to why I decided to write today. As you probably have already gathered, I tend to be an organized creature of habit. So, on my way home from dropping the kids off at school this morning, a nagging reaccuring thought kept coming back to my mind. It was the issue of having the inside of my house decorated for Christmas, yet the outside of my house definately still decorated for Thanksgiving. This sort of thing really bugs me. It isn't consistant.....it's like having a dual personality for my house. I know. To save you the effort of having to whisper it under your breath, I will say it for you. I am a tad bit OCD. I'm working on it, I promise you! :) Anyway, as I was pondering this idea of how long it might be before I have time to match the inside of my house to the outside of my house, another thought came to my mind: Outside Thanksgiving, Inside Christmas. And I had an aha moment spoken to me from the heart of God.
Outside Thanksgiving, Inside Christmas. My life should be that way. On the outside, my life should be an expression of thanksgiving to the One who gave me life. I should be able to proclaim a life of thanksgiving because on the inside I hold the promise of Christmas, the promise of Jesus! It is because of Him that I am able to live a life of Thanksgiving so that others can see it. Just like my front porch. Because of Christmas on the Inside, Thanksgiving on the outside is possible.
Hmmmmmm, I like this thought. Almost enough to leave my Thanksgiving decorations up for awhile during the Christmas season :) But, then my OCD kicks back in and it still bugs me that it doesn't match. But I love the lesson learned today and the rememberance that becuase of Christmas on the Inside, I am able to live a life of Thanksgiving on the outside!
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Now, on to why I decided to write today. As you probably have already gathered, I tend to be an organized creature of habit. So, on my way home from dropping the kids off at school this morning, a nagging reaccuring thought kept coming back to my mind. It was the issue of having the inside of my house decorated for Christmas, yet the outside of my house definately still decorated for Thanksgiving. This sort of thing really bugs me. It isn't consistant.....it's like having a dual personality for my house. I know. To save you the effort of having to whisper it under your breath, I will say it for you. I am a tad bit OCD. I'm working on it, I promise you! :) Anyway, as I was pondering this idea of how long it might be before I have time to match the inside of my house to the outside of my house, another thought came to my mind: Outside Thanksgiving, Inside Christmas. And I had an aha moment spoken to me from the heart of God.
Outside Thanksgiving, Inside Christmas. My life should be that way. On the outside, my life should be an expression of thanksgiving to the One who gave me life. I should be able to proclaim a life of thanksgiving because on the inside I hold the promise of Christmas, the promise of Jesus! It is because of Him that I am able to live a life of Thanksgiving so that others can see it. Just like my front porch. Because of Christmas on the Inside, Thanksgiving on the outside is possible.
Hmmmmmm, I like this thought. Almost enough to leave my Thanksgiving decorations up for awhile during the Christmas season :) But, then my OCD kicks back in and it still bugs me that it doesn't match. But I love the lesson learned today and the rememberance that becuase of Christmas on the Inside, I am able to live a life of Thanksgiving on the outside!
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Sunday, November 4, 2012
A Month of Thankfulness: Day 4
Today, I am thankful for my church family and for our pastor and his wife, Don and Lisa Smith. I am thankful for their dedication and unwavering stand on the truth. What an inspiration and encouragement they are!! It is wonderful to be a part of a church body that is not only a congregation of believers, but is also a family! I am thankful for the freedom we have to gather together to worship God, to fellowship, and to encourage one another.
24 And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, 25 not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching. Hebrews 10:24-25
24 And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, 25 not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching. Hebrews 10:24-25
Saturday, November 3, 2012
A Month of Thankfulness: Day Three
Oh my word! Ok, so I am going to try to explain the irony of today's post as best as I possibly can and proclaim that God has a very funny sense of humor when it comes to seeing if I am capable of living out the words I write. I just got done writing a pretty little note about how I was feeling grumpy today and not at all thankful, but how the falling leaves outside remind me that everything in its season is beautiful and to focus on those things......the things that are good, pleasing, and excellent. And then......and then I lost my pretty little note about learning to be thankful in every season, no matter what. And I got kind of grumpy again until God gently reminded me of what I had just written about being thankful no matter what season I am in and to focus on what is good! So, today I am thankful for Gods sense of humor and His lessons and tests which leave me left with only one little word.......touché!
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things. Philippians 4:8
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