Most people that know my know that Moses is ont of my favorite people in the Bible. As I was reading in Exodus today I got tickled at the way I am so much like him.
Moses: God spoke to him through a burning bush, turned his staff into a snake, made his hand leprous then healed it, turned the Nile water into blood.
Now, I don't know about you but I have been known to pray for God to show me answers in flashing neon billboards. Now, that hasn't happened yet but there has been tuggings, yearnings that have been strong & what do I do? I turn into Moses & run or say "Who am I? I can't speak well enough". But in that off chance that I do follow what I'm being led, it usually turns out to be a big blessing at a little inconvience to myself.
Are you a Moses??
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
My dear friend Susan sent me a link to a blog that was right on. I wanted to share the post with you from Lysa TerKeurst. By the way, I am also a "fried okra mamma"!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Three things every mom should know
I think one of the hardest things about motherhood for me is my tendency to blame myself for the wrong choices my kids sometimes make. The second hardest thing is trying to figure out how to fix their issues.Being a mom is tough. Especially when you are hyper aware the situation your child is in will carry with it great consequences. Never is there a deeper sorrow then that of a mother who feels helpless.So, that's what I'm addressing today based on a comment Marilyn sent in yesterday.
I take great comfort in knowing the advice I'm offering isn't my own. It's straight from God's truth. After all, He knows what it's like to deal with wayward children. He feels our pain. He knows our sorrow.
Marilyn wrote:I need prayers for me and my daughter. Found out Friday she is doing things with her boyfriend I do not approve of. We had a talk and she told me my values are not hers. She has not had an encounter with God like I have. She still feels like she is a good person, whatever that means. I weep for her soul and pray for God to touch her and draw her back to Him. I pray that I am able to let her go into His hands. She is 19 and off at college, old enough to make her own decisions and to deal with the consequences, but I still want to fly out and rescue her from bad decisions. Nobody told me being a parent was so hard!
Oh sweet sister. Boy, do I feel your pain. I too would want to fly out and rescue my daughter. But I'm afraid I'd also want to threaten that boy with what the mama in "Blind Side" said she'd do to her son if he did inappropriate things with a girl.I'm not saying I would actually do what she suggested.I'm just saying I would want to.
Because honest is the way I roll y'all. And Southern women can be as sweet as our tea until you mess with one of our kids. Then we become more like fried okra. Hot. Tough on the outside. All squishy and messy on the inside.
So.I have to set my fried okra response aside and ask what a Jesus girl should do in a situation like this.
Ephesians 6: 10-12 says, "Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so 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."
Based on this truth, here are three things us mamas should know:
1. God doesn't call us to find a power within ourselves to face the issues we'll face with our kids.
He calls us to put on His armor because what we are facing is a battle. A battle of epic proportions. His weapons aren't silly little spiritual suggestions that might or might not work. His weapons are certain. His belt of truth. I must park my run away mind in the assurance of God's love for me and my child.His breastplate of right choices. I must stop reacting in the flesh and choose to battle this with my praises and prayers.His gospel of peace. I must walk in the assurance and peace that even when I can't see things changing, God is working on my child's behalf.His shield of faith. I must have faith in God's timing and in His ways.His helmet of Salvation. I must trust God's ultimate desire for my child is for her to have a close relationship with Him. Though this seems like an unlikely part of this process, God will bring good out of even this.His sword which is the Bible. I must read God's love letter to me every day. And hold those truth as the life line between God's security and my shaky heart.And His gift of prayer. I must see prayer not as a last resort but as the very thing God's most courageous followers turn to first.Ephesians 6: 13-18 assures us with these in place, we will be able to stand. These things will help us tap into a power beyond ourselves.
2. The battle isn't against our child and their choices.
It feels like the battle is against our child. Boy does it ever! But, in reality, the battle is against Satan's schemes. There will be some battles we face with our kids that will be impossible to win in the flesh. I suspect in this situation, the more this mom tries to fight against her daughter's choices, the more it will drive this daughter into the arms of her boyfriend. There is something terribly appealing when young lovers feel like they are renegading against the world together. Satan twists truth. He hides consequences. He blinds reality. He has schemes perfectly designed with our weaknesses in mind. Therefore, we have to battle Satan. He's the real enemy here. And because we are Jesus girls, we hold the power for victory in our prayers and praises to God.
3. The battle is taking place in the heavenly realms.
Oh how my fried okra self wants to fight this battle with what I can see. Remember... I would want to do unspeakables to unmentionables. Ahem. But that would fix nothing except land me in jail. So, I must fight this battle with the only thing I have that can reach into the heavenly realm. My praises and prayers. Praises for who God is and prayers for Him to remove Satan's influence in this situation. If ever I'm tempted to doubt how powerful praises and prayers are in battle a quick read of 2 Chronicles 20: 1-24 soothes this mama for sure.I so relate to the feelings expressed in 2 Chronicles 20:12, "For we have no power to face this vast army that is attacking us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are upon you."And I so want the victory seen in 2 Chronicles 20: 22, "As they began to sing and praise, the Lord set ambushes against (their enemies), and they were defeated." Verse 27 goes on to say, "...all the men of Judah (and fried okra mamas) returned joyfully to Jerusalem, for the Lord has given them great cause to rejoice over their enemies."The thing that bridges the gap between feeling powerless like verse 12 and the victory in verse 27 is our praises and prayers. I can't fully explain it. But I can proclaim it. Our prayers and our praises are powerful and effective. Yes, being a mom is really tough. But we can take great comfort in knowing we aren't alone. Like I said, one of the biggest things we have in common with God is the struggle of dealing with wayward children.Since God, the perfect parent, has dealt with this since the beginning of time- I think His is the best advice around.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Three things every mom should know
I think one of the hardest things about motherhood for me is my tendency to blame myself for the wrong choices my kids sometimes make. The second hardest thing is trying to figure out how to fix their issues.Being a mom is tough. Especially when you are hyper aware the situation your child is in will carry with it great consequences. Never is there a deeper sorrow then that of a mother who feels helpless.So, that's what I'm addressing today based on a comment Marilyn sent in yesterday.
I take great comfort in knowing the advice I'm offering isn't my own. It's straight from God's truth. After all, He knows what it's like to deal with wayward children. He feels our pain. He knows our sorrow.
Marilyn wrote:I need prayers for me and my daughter. Found out Friday she is doing things with her boyfriend I do not approve of. We had a talk and she told me my values are not hers. She has not had an encounter with God like I have. She still feels like she is a good person, whatever that means. I weep for her soul and pray for God to touch her and draw her back to Him. I pray that I am able to let her go into His hands. She is 19 and off at college, old enough to make her own decisions and to deal with the consequences, but I still want to fly out and rescue her from bad decisions. Nobody told me being a parent was so hard!
Oh sweet sister. Boy, do I feel your pain. I too would want to fly out and rescue my daughter. But I'm afraid I'd also want to threaten that boy with what the mama in "Blind Side" said she'd do to her son if he did inappropriate things with a girl.I'm not saying I would actually do what she suggested.I'm just saying I would want to.
Because honest is the way I roll y'all. And Southern women can be as sweet as our tea until you mess with one of our kids. Then we become more like fried okra. Hot. Tough on the outside. All squishy and messy on the inside.
So.I have to set my fried okra response aside and ask what a Jesus girl should do in a situation like this.
Ephesians 6: 10-12 says, "Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so 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."
Based on this truth, here are three things us mamas should know:
1. God doesn't call us to find a power within ourselves to face the issues we'll face with our kids.
He calls us to put on His armor because what we are facing is a battle. A battle of epic proportions. His weapons aren't silly little spiritual suggestions that might or might not work. His weapons are certain. His belt of truth. I must park my run away mind in the assurance of God's love for me and my child.His breastplate of right choices. I must stop reacting in the flesh and choose to battle this with my praises and prayers.His gospel of peace. I must walk in the assurance and peace that even when I can't see things changing, God is working on my child's behalf.His shield of faith. I must have faith in God's timing and in His ways.His helmet of Salvation. I must trust God's ultimate desire for my child is for her to have a close relationship with Him. Though this seems like an unlikely part of this process, God will bring good out of even this.His sword which is the Bible. I must read God's love letter to me every day. And hold those truth as the life line between God's security and my shaky heart.And His gift of prayer. I must see prayer not as a last resort but as the very thing God's most courageous followers turn to first.Ephesians 6: 13-18 assures us with these in place, we will be able to stand. These things will help us tap into a power beyond ourselves.
2. The battle isn't against our child and their choices.
It feels like the battle is against our child. Boy does it ever! But, in reality, the battle is against Satan's schemes. There will be some battles we face with our kids that will be impossible to win in the flesh. I suspect in this situation, the more this mom tries to fight against her daughter's choices, the more it will drive this daughter into the arms of her boyfriend. There is something terribly appealing when young lovers feel like they are renegading against the world together. Satan twists truth. He hides consequences. He blinds reality. He has schemes perfectly designed with our weaknesses in mind. Therefore, we have to battle Satan. He's the real enemy here. And because we are Jesus girls, we hold the power for victory in our prayers and praises to God.
3. The battle is taking place in the heavenly realms.
Oh how my fried okra self wants to fight this battle with what I can see. Remember... I would want to do unspeakables to unmentionables. Ahem. But that would fix nothing except land me in jail. So, I must fight this battle with the only thing I have that can reach into the heavenly realm. My praises and prayers. Praises for who God is and prayers for Him to remove Satan's influence in this situation. If ever I'm tempted to doubt how powerful praises and prayers are in battle a quick read of 2 Chronicles 20: 1-24 soothes this mama for sure.I so relate to the feelings expressed in 2 Chronicles 20:12, "For we have no power to face this vast army that is attacking us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are upon you."And I so want the victory seen in 2 Chronicles 20: 22, "As they began to sing and praise, the Lord set ambushes against (their enemies), and they were defeated." Verse 27 goes on to say, "...all the men of Judah (and fried okra mamas) returned joyfully to Jerusalem, for the Lord has given them great cause to rejoice over their enemies."The thing that bridges the gap between feeling powerless like verse 12 and the victory in verse 27 is our praises and prayers. I can't fully explain it. But I can proclaim it. Our prayers and our praises are powerful and effective. Yes, being a mom is really tough. But we can take great comfort in knowing we aren't alone. Like I said, one of the biggest things we have in common with God is the struggle of dealing with wayward children.Since God, the perfect parent, has dealt with this since the beginning of time- I think His is the best advice around.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
The Living Room:
When Your Heart Needs a Father
by Max Lucado
"Our Father who is in heaven …” With these words Jesus escorts us into the Great House of God. Shall we follow him? There is so much to see. Every room reveals his heart, every stop will soothe your soul. And no room is as essential as this one we enter first. Walk behind him as he leads us into God’s living room.
Sit in the chair that was made for you and warm your hands by the fire which never fades. Take time to look at the framed photos and find yours. Be sure to pick up the scrapbook and find the story of your life. But please, before any of that, stand at the mantle and study the painting which hangs above it.
Your Father treasures the portrait. He has hung it where all can see.
Stand before it a thousand times and each gaze is as fresh as the first. Let a million look at the canvas and each one will see himself. And each will be right.
Captured in the portrait is a tender scene of a father and a son. Behind them is a great house on a hill. Beneath their feet is a narrow path. Down from the house the father has run. Up the trail the son has trudged. The two have met, here, at the gate.
We can’t see the face of the son; it’s buried in the chest of his father. No, we can’t see his face, but we can see his tattered robe and stringy hair. We can see the mud on the back of his legs, the filth on his shoulders and the empty purse on the ground. At one time the purse was full of money. At one time the boy was full of pride. But that was a dozen taverns ago. Now both the purse and the pride are depleted. The prodigal offers no gift or explanation. All he offers is the smell of pigs and a rehearsed apology: “Father, I have sinned against God and done wrong to you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son” (Luke 15:21).
He feels unworthy of his birthright. “Demote me. Punish me. Take my name off the mailbox and my initials off the family tree. I am willing to give up my place at your table.” The boy is content to be a hired hand. There is only one problem. Though the boy is willing to stop being a son, the father is not willing to stop being a father.
Though we can’t see the boy’s face in the painting, we can’t miss the father’s. Look at the tears glistening on the leathered cheeks, the smile shining through the silver beard. One arm holds the boy up so he won’t fall, the other holds the boy close so he won’t doubt.
“Hurry!” he shouts. “Bring the best clothes and put them on him. Also, put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. And get our fat calf and kill it so we can have a feast and celebrate. My son was dead, but now he is alive again! He was lost but now he is found!” (Luke 15:22–24).
How these words must have stunned the young man, “My son was dead …” He thought he’d lost his place in the home. After all, didn’t he abandon his father? Didn’t he waste his inheritance? The boy assumed he had forfeited his privilege to sonship. The father, however, doesn’t give up that easily. In his mind, his son is still a son. The child may have been out of the house, but he was never out of his father’s heart. He may have left the table, but he never left the family. Don’t miss the message here. You may be willing to stop being God’s child. But God is not willing to stop being your Father.
From The Great House of God
Copyright (Thomas Nelson, 1997) Max Lucado
When Your Heart Needs a Father
by Max Lucado
"Our Father who is in heaven …” With these words Jesus escorts us into the Great House of God. Shall we follow him? There is so much to see. Every room reveals his heart, every stop will soothe your soul. And no room is as essential as this one we enter first. Walk behind him as he leads us into God’s living room.
Sit in the chair that was made for you and warm your hands by the fire which never fades. Take time to look at the framed photos and find yours. Be sure to pick up the scrapbook and find the story of your life. But please, before any of that, stand at the mantle and study the painting which hangs above it.
Your Father treasures the portrait. He has hung it where all can see.
Stand before it a thousand times and each gaze is as fresh as the first. Let a million look at the canvas and each one will see himself. And each will be right.
Captured in the portrait is a tender scene of a father and a son. Behind them is a great house on a hill. Beneath their feet is a narrow path. Down from the house the father has run. Up the trail the son has trudged. The two have met, here, at the gate.
We can’t see the face of the son; it’s buried in the chest of his father. No, we can’t see his face, but we can see his tattered robe and stringy hair. We can see the mud on the back of his legs, the filth on his shoulders and the empty purse on the ground. At one time the purse was full of money. At one time the boy was full of pride. But that was a dozen taverns ago. Now both the purse and the pride are depleted. The prodigal offers no gift or explanation. All he offers is the smell of pigs and a rehearsed apology: “Father, I have sinned against God and done wrong to you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son” (Luke 15:21).
He feels unworthy of his birthright. “Demote me. Punish me. Take my name off the mailbox and my initials off the family tree. I am willing to give up my place at your table.” The boy is content to be a hired hand. There is only one problem. Though the boy is willing to stop being a son, the father is not willing to stop being a father.
Though we can’t see the boy’s face in the painting, we can’t miss the father’s. Look at the tears glistening on the leathered cheeks, the smile shining through the silver beard. One arm holds the boy up so he won’t fall, the other holds the boy close so he won’t doubt.
“Hurry!” he shouts. “Bring the best clothes and put them on him. Also, put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. And get our fat calf and kill it so we can have a feast and celebrate. My son was dead, but now he is alive again! He was lost but now he is found!” (Luke 15:22–24).
How these words must have stunned the young man, “My son was dead …” He thought he’d lost his place in the home. After all, didn’t he abandon his father? Didn’t he waste his inheritance? The boy assumed he had forfeited his privilege to sonship. The father, however, doesn’t give up that easily. In his mind, his son is still a son. The child may have been out of the house, but he was never out of his father’s heart. He may have left the table, but he never left the family. Don’t miss the message here. You may be willing to stop being God’s child. But God is not willing to stop being your Father.
From The Great House of God
Copyright (Thomas Nelson, 1997) Max Lucado
A bunch of Nimrod's
Have you ever called anyone a "Nimrod"?
I'm not sure if I have but I've heard the term used enough to know it's not a positive thing to be called a nimrod!
But, did you know there actually was a man named Nimrod in the bible? Yep, I was reading in Genesis chapter 10 & came across him. He was acrually a mighty hunter but as it said in the commentary peopke with great gifts can become proud, & that is probably what happened to him. Some consider him to be the founder of the great, godless Babylonian empire.
Funny how when we let ourselves get caught up in what WE can do how easily we can forget to give God the credit.
Don't be a "Nimrod", remember the One who is almighty & mighty to save!
I'm not sure if I have but I've heard the term used enough to know it's not a positive thing to be called a nimrod!
But, did you know there actually was a man named Nimrod in the bible? Yep, I was reading in Genesis chapter 10 & came across him. He was acrually a mighty hunter but as it said in the commentary peopke with great gifts can become proud, & that is probably what happened to him. Some consider him to be the founder of the great, godless Babylonian empire.
Funny how when we let ourselves get caught up in what WE can do how easily we can forget to give God the credit.
Don't be a "Nimrod", remember the One who is almighty & mighty to save!
Friday, January 8, 2010
Love on the move
I heard a statement from the lead singer of Leeland that said "Love isn't love unless it is on the move". It hit deep for me, the Ya Ya's have been talking a lot about love lately while doing the "Crazy Love" study by Francis Chan.
Love isn't supposed to just sit idle, it would be easy if we as Christians were only called to stay in our own little groups or families and practice love. Ok, well maybe not so easy ALL THE TIME with your family, but you know what I mean. We are call to "Go". Jesus said in Matthew 28:19 "Therefore, go and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit."
Love isn't supposed to just sit idle, it would be easy if we as Christians were only called to stay in our own little groups or families and practice love. Ok, well maybe not so easy ALL THE TIME with your family, but you know what I mean. We are call to "Go". Jesus said in Matthew 28:19 "Therefore, go and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit."
He didn't say sit at home and stay all warm and cozy and think about reaching others for me. He said to "GO". The hard part is it gets us out of our comfort zones BUT Jesus didn't call us to be comfortable either. Think about all the uncomfortable situations he was faced with. He took the ultimate uncomfortable position and dies on the cross for all of us. That is what we need to be thinking about when we are feeling called to do something that might make us a little uneasy.
What would happen if we all viewed others as Christ views them??
Try it this week and see how your attitude changes.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Looking for the Messiah,
Part 2
by Max Lucado
Some missed him.
Some miss him still.
We expect God to speak through peace, but sometimes he speaks through pain.
We think God talks through the church, but he also talks through the lost.
We look for the answer among the Protestants, but he’s been known to speak through the Catholics.
We listen for him among the Catholics but find him among the Quakers.
We think we hear him in the sunrise, but he is also heard in the darkness.
We listen for him in triumph, but he speaks even more distinctly through tragedy.
We must let God define himself.
When we do, when we let God define himself, a whole new world opens before us. How, you ask? Let me explain with a story.
Once there was a man whose life was one of misery. The days were cloudy, and the nights were long. Henry didn’t want to be unhappy, but he was. With the passing of the years, his life had changed. His children were grown. The neighborhood was different. The city seemed harsher.
He was unhappy. He decided to ask his minister what was wrong.
“Am I unhappy for some sin I have committed?”
“Yes,” the wise pastor replied. “You have sinned.”
“And what might that sin be?”
“Ignorance,” came the reply. “The sin of ignorance. One of your neighbors is the Messiah in disguise, and you have not seen him.”
The old man left the office stunned. “The Messiah is one of my neighbors?” He began to think who it might be.
Tom the butcher? No, he’s too lazy. Mary, my cousin down the street? No, too much pride. Aaron the paperboy? No, too indulgent. The man was confounded. Every person he knew had defects. But one was the Messiah. He began to look for Him.
He began to notice things he hadn’t seen. The grocer often carried sacks to the cars of older ladies. Maybe he is the Messiah. The officer at the corner always had a smile for the kids. Could it be? And the young couple who’d moved next door. How kind they are to their cat. Maybe one of them …
With time he saw things in people he’d never seen. And with time his outlook began to change. The bounce returned to his step. His eyes took on a friendly sparkle. When others spoke he listened. After all, he might be listening to the Messiah. When anyone asked for help, he responded; after all this might be the Messiah needing assistance.
The change of attitude was so significant that someone asked him why he was so happy. “I don’t know,” he answered. “All I know is that things changed when I started looking for God.”
Now, that’s curious. The old man saw Jesus because he didn’t know what he looked like. The people in Jesus’ day missed him because they thought they did.
How are things looking in your neighborhood?
From A Gentle Thunder
Copyright (Thomas Nelson, 1987) Max Lucado
Part 2
by Max Lucado
Some missed him.
Some miss him still.
We expect God to speak through peace, but sometimes he speaks through pain.
We think God talks through the church, but he also talks through the lost.
We look for the answer among the Protestants, but he’s been known to speak through the Catholics.
We listen for him among the Catholics but find him among the Quakers.
We think we hear him in the sunrise, but he is also heard in the darkness.
We listen for him in triumph, but he speaks even more distinctly through tragedy.
We must let God define himself.
When we do, when we let God define himself, a whole new world opens before us. How, you ask? Let me explain with a story.
Once there was a man whose life was one of misery. The days were cloudy, and the nights were long. Henry didn’t want to be unhappy, but he was. With the passing of the years, his life had changed. His children were grown. The neighborhood was different. The city seemed harsher.
He was unhappy. He decided to ask his minister what was wrong.
“Am I unhappy for some sin I have committed?”
“Yes,” the wise pastor replied. “You have sinned.”
“And what might that sin be?”
“Ignorance,” came the reply. “The sin of ignorance. One of your neighbors is the Messiah in disguise, and you have not seen him.”
The old man left the office stunned. “The Messiah is one of my neighbors?” He began to think who it might be.
Tom the butcher? No, he’s too lazy. Mary, my cousin down the street? No, too much pride. Aaron the paperboy? No, too indulgent. The man was confounded. Every person he knew had defects. But one was the Messiah. He began to look for Him.
He began to notice things he hadn’t seen. The grocer often carried sacks to the cars of older ladies. Maybe he is the Messiah. The officer at the corner always had a smile for the kids. Could it be? And the young couple who’d moved next door. How kind they are to their cat. Maybe one of them …
With time he saw things in people he’d never seen. And with time his outlook began to change. The bounce returned to his step. His eyes took on a friendly sparkle. When others spoke he listened. After all, he might be listening to the Messiah. When anyone asked for help, he responded; after all this might be the Messiah needing assistance.
The change of attitude was so significant that someone asked him why he was so happy. “I don’t know,” he answered. “All I know is that things changed when I started looking for God.”
Now, that’s curious. The old man saw Jesus because he didn’t know what he looked like. The people in Jesus’ day missed him because they thought they did.
How are things looking in your neighborhood?
From A Gentle Thunder
Copyright (Thomas Nelson, 1987) Max Lucado
Sunday, January 3, 2010
2009
As I looked back on 2009 I basically thought it sucked. Then, I realized that I was letting December overshawdow my whole year.
December was probably the worst month I can remember having in many years. It threatned to get me down. So, I was ready for it to be over.
Today as I sat in church I got to thinking about some things Pastor Jeanne was talking about & I realized that this year was a pretty good year for my family. Yes, we had some rough times but for the most part it was a good year. We, as a family, made some decisions for Christ & I believe the ole scum dog really went to work to try to destroy the work in us. To be honest with you, we almost let him.
So, as we start this new year. 2010 will be another great year & my hope & prayer is that we continue to lean on God's promises & His plan for our futures.
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord. Plans to prosper you & not to harm, plans for a hope & a future.
December was probably the worst month I can remember having in many years. It threatned to get me down. So, I was ready for it to be over.
Today as I sat in church I got to thinking about some things Pastor Jeanne was talking about & I realized that this year was a pretty good year for my family. Yes, we had some rough times but for the most part it was a good year. We, as a family, made some decisions for Christ & I believe the ole scum dog really went to work to try to destroy the work in us. To be honest with you, we almost let him.
So, as we start this new year. 2010 will be another great year & my hope & prayer is that we continue to lean on God's promises & His plan for our futures.
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord. Plans to prosper you & not to harm, plans for a hope & a future.
2009
As I looked back on 2009 I basically thought it sucked. Then, I realized that I was letting December overshawdow my whole year.
December was probably the worst month I can remember having in many years. It threatned to get me down. So, I was ready for it to be over.
Today as I sat in church I got to thinking about some things Pastor Jeanne was talking about & I realized that this year was a pretty good year for my family. Yes, we had some rough times but for the most part it was a good year. We, as a family, made some decisions for Christ & I believe the ole scum dog really went to work to try to destroy the work in us. To be honest with you, we almost let him.
So, as we start this new year. 2010 will be another great year & my hope & prayer is that we continue to lean on God's promises & His plan for our futures.
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord. Plans to prosper you & not to harm, plans for a hope & a future.
December was probably the worst month I can remember having in many years. It threatned to get me down. So, I was ready for it to be over.
Today as I sat in church I got to thinking about some things Pastor Jeanne was talking about & I realized that this year was a pretty good year for my family. Yes, we had some rough times but for the most part it was a good year. We, as a family, made some decisions for Christ & I believe the ole scum dog really went to work to try to destroy the work in us. To be honest with you, we almost let him.
So, as we start this new year. 2010 will be another great year & my hope & prayer is that we continue to lean on God's promises & His plan for our futures.
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord. Plans to prosper you & not to harm, plans for a hope & a future.
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