tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10364233817298872542024-03-05T03:44:26.132-08:00A Soul's StirringBlessed is she who believes that what the Lord has spoken to her will be...Tabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08684277731201056427noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036423381729887254.post-28652823980862568792011-05-18T10:08:00.000-07:002011-05-18T10:08:24.465-07:00Moving on OUT!Thank you for stopping by to read the stirrings of my soul! I am EXCITED to announce that we are moving on out to a NEW site. It is a work in progress and the details aren't quite finished; but, I cannot keep up with two blogs and posting in two places.<br />
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I would love for you to join me in our new place and feel free to share the stirrings of our souls with your friends.<br />
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Thank you for stopping by and I hope that the breath of God follows you into each moment of your day!<br />
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A Soul's Stirrings new home: <a href="http://tabithalewis.wordpress.com/">http://tabithalewis.wordpress.com/</a>Tabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08684277731201056427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036423381729887254.post-36871750442417632802011-05-16T17:39:00.000-07:002011-05-16T17:39:09.785-07:00Under Construction!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObZUJqwfHURgufWt21_qQantEt2zl3ROFwt2LfS4awto4I2TZdws98V0Seixjy9dvAMqhcG-Dl3lLrkzBQ9RCIVz7hdvMsBRaAJp1vc3gpdOKxvSy0yElsZ0xQs9wYkU640b-i44lK2o/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObZUJqwfHURgufWt21_qQantEt2zl3ROFwt2LfS4awto4I2TZdws98V0Seixjy9dvAMqhcG-Dl3lLrkzBQ9RCIVz7hdvMsBRaAJp1vc3gpdOKxvSy0yElsZ0xQs9wYkU640b-i44lK2o/s1600/images.jpeg" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">A Soul's Stirring is undergoing some changes! Thank you for your patience! </div>Tabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08684277731201056427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036423381729887254.post-3366272492842273402011-05-10T05:06:00.000-07:002011-05-10T05:06:45.929-07:00Armed and Dangerous<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyU4kqtHNK1vgeoWljEQwAxmJ0gDMYF7koM-7SmhxiXfqM1ndaHI7lkeT73EHoRt1t7rbllvPrNt5w0zpg3CaJaWJCyzwfg888EdH7ITeUUZCtipXGuwslWaVd8lypQ9Kl2YNKhWE1sjo/s1600/ArmedDangerousSmall.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyU4kqtHNK1vgeoWljEQwAxmJ0gDMYF7koM-7SmhxiXfqM1ndaHI7lkeT73EHoRt1t7rbllvPrNt5w0zpg3CaJaWJCyzwfg888EdH7ITeUUZCtipXGuwslWaVd8lypQ9Kl2YNKhWE1sjo/s1600/ArmedDangerousSmall.png" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Today I am heading to Leading and Loving It's "Armed & Dangerous" PW's conference!</div><br />
Whew, that's a mouthful! It may be a mouthful to say but my heart is EXPLODING thinking of the FUN, LAUGHTER and ENCOURAGEMENT that's going to take place the next three days!<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">This year I began leading a Virtual Community Group for PW's, women who are doing life in a role similar to mine! My heart has grown endeared to the women in our group, even though we've only had face time via our computers! It is important to live in community with other women and share the ups and downs of womanhood; to walk in full security that they are praying for you, they will sharpen you, encourage you and even get into your space when they need to!</div><br />
It's HEALTHY!<br />
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It's REFRESHING!<br />
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It's NECESSARY!<br />
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Necessary to maintain accountability in a harsh, critical world. So, for the next three days I will be chatting it up face to face with my girls and connecting with new faces I've yet to meet!<br />
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I'm curious... How do you connect with other women?Tabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08684277731201056427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036423381729887254.post-91993339601973113842011-05-09T07:29:00.000-07:002011-05-09T07:29:30.184-07:00When Will We?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhastqHnsSFNDWW5s0QDYFQpaRsM-wRMtcwJaqV_Clfa1zpB3akaYyJgYu0IxRVLmyf-xU-1mjQoLNN4ueyT2GQb-JC7m6Vt65giY8AivSNbNw4SL2JWJthVUsxYvjXahDVY-abDYLeiJU/s1600/despair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhastqHnsSFNDWW5s0QDYFQpaRsM-wRMtcwJaqV_Clfa1zpB3akaYyJgYu0IxRVLmyf-xU-1mjQoLNN4ueyT2GQb-JC7m6Vt65giY8AivSNbNw4SL2JWJthVUsxYvjXahDVY-abDYLeiJU/s400/despair.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
When will we <b>STOP</b>: stop despairing life as if it has no hope? That the very breath God has exhaled into our lungs has no voice? That the heart song has died and grace has not been granted? That hills cannot be climbed and desert places will die of thirst? When we will we STOP? Stop treating our past as the end and our future as a repeat? That He doesn't listen and His guidance doesn't require our surrender?<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">When will we <b>START</b>: start despairing that we, His workmanship, have stopped showing up for our days tasks? That souls are not only despairing but dieing; destined for an eternal hell? That hurting people hurt people and our lies our tangling His truth? That people are starving and homes are broken? That babies lives are not starting and teens are closing in behind trapped doors? That bodies are being sold and innocence is being robbed? That unless we live Him, speak Him, serve for Him, share Him and cry out to him, despair will overtake and the enemy will continue to take captive!</div><br />
He, our Holy Father, DID promise us many troubles but ushers hope into our despair. Hope of a future, Hope of abundance in Him, Hope of life everlasting.<br />
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There is so much more waiting on the other side! <br />
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Will you <b>STOP</b> giving into despairing thoughts and<b> START</b> abiding in Him?<br />
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<b><i>"... I will never leave you nor forsake you." (Hebrews 13:5, ESV)</i></b><br />
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<b>Compare! </b><br />
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<b></b>We pull out the playing board, set it up, roll the dice and we join in the game! Sometimes we strike out early and realize that we're giving way too much power to our "comparative" thoughts. Other times we're the last man standing and we take home the winning prize. We crumble due to the lack of what we are NOT; based on our shallow <b>COMPARISON</b> of ourselves to others.<br />
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<b>WHY?</b><br />
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Society woos us into being something we're not. Everywhere we turn this dare to compare is slapping us in the face; even with our disinterest in what the world has to offer, our heart gives way to our flesh and we <b>COMPARE</b>...<br />
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She's prettier than I<br />
Her children are more talented<br />
Their congregation had more salvation's<br />
They opened ANOTHER campus<br />
I could sing that better<br />
She's NOT really a great speaker<br />
Her husband gave her another piece of jewelry... mine must not love me as much<br />
She really looks great in that swimsuit... she's too old to dress that way<br />
That car is nice<br />
Her house is bigger- prettier - decorated better<br />
Wow, she has great skin<br />
Another tropical vacation<br />
At least I've only divorced ONCE<br />
She gets all the attention<br />
Why don' they invite me... I'm more FUN<br />
She writes better<br />
And the list goes on and on and on...<br />
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It's a dangerous game we play; this "comparison game." It places the knife in the hand that stabs our souls and prepares the table of bondage to linger beyond it's welcome!<br />
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Can I let you in on a little secret?<br />
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Can I allow your lungs to take a deep breath?<br />
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We will <b><u>NEVER</u></b> be good enough, smart enough, tall enough, pretty enough, thin enough, talented enough, strong enough, sweet enough, funny enough for anyone! We were <b><u>not</u></b> created to fit the mold of this enticing world. We were <b><u>not</u></b> designed to fulfill the desires of other self-indulgent people.<br />
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<b>WE WERE CREATED FOR CHRIST; TO FULFILL HIS PURPOSE FOR OUR LIFE!</b><br />
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If we allow ourselves to give power to anyone or anything else but what God created us for; we WILL buy into it and we <b>WILL</b> play the game! There is no escaping it. <b>We WILL COMPARE</b>.<br />
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<b>How do we escape the trap of this game?</b> <b>How do we <u>NOT</u> compare?</b><br />
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1. <b>Identify your weak areas</b>: we must know where we're weak so we can become strong!<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">2. <b>Speak His truth into your weak areas</b>: the best defense, against the weakness to compare, is to speak truth into the LIE!</div><br />
3. <b>Press into and grab hold of who He created YOU to be</b>: when you find your identity in Christ you look beyond your imperfections and into His character built within you!<br />
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When we compare, we conform. And girlfriend, we are too PRICELESS to our maker to dance with that devil! Don't conform to the patterns of this world; be transformed into His likeness!<br />
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<b><i>"Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children... a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God."</i></b><br />
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After a break for Easter, we entered "back" into our Acts series! My husband shared some insight into the character of Timothy's life and his steadfast commitment to honor God with his journey! I was challenged by Timothy's steadfast character. Do I honor God daily with my EVERYTHING? Does my character withstand the pressure of this fallen world?<br />
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In Acts 15 we discover that Timothy was a young boy and was born into a mixed marriage (spiritually speaking). God was preparing Timothy for something GREAT at such a young age. He understood through his youthful thoughts, whether you're young or old, God can accomplish anything He desires through you. <br />
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With remarkable character, Timothy did this: <b>he</b> <b>submitted to authority</b>, <b>he</b> <b>submitted to personal preferences</b> and <b>he submitted to the mission</b>.<br />
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To fully embrace submission and uphold God's character in our lives; We <b>must</b> realize that strength is not a weakness it's a strong act of humble obedience to Christ! To pursue Christ in a personal way our personal preferences <b>must</b> go! We <b>must</b> sacrifice everything for the sake of the gospel!<br />
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When we sow a thought; we reap an act<br />
When we sow an act; we reap a habit<br />
When we sow a habit; we reap character<br />
When we sow character; we reap a destiny<br />
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<b>Do you submit to authority with total abandon to your personal preferences? </b><br />
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<b>Are you a woman of character?</b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>For the Lord God is a sun and a shield;</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>the Lord bestows favor and honor.</b></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>BLESSED are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>BLESSED are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>BLESSED are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>BLESSED are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>BLESSED are the pure in heart, for the shall see God.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>BLESSED are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>BLESSED are those who are persecuted for righteousness sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">No situation is beyond His ability to carry you to Him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">REJOICE and be GLAD today, for your reward is GREAT in heaven!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And be <b><u>BLESSED</u></b>!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">(Matthew 5:3-10, ESV)</div>Tabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08684277731201056427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036423381729887254.post-84782450298598548832011-04-26T03:09:00.000-07:002011-04-26T03:50:09.196-07:00Guess who knows the plans for your life?<br />
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Easter, my most endeared season of life, holds a heavy weight for me. When I ponder the journey from the cradle to the grave my heart cannot contain the gratitude. Sometimes my emotions fill with an overwhelming gravity for the cross... nails driven into hands and feet, violent whipping across precious flesh, defiled spit and slaps thrusting his face, venomous words being thrust upon ears and strike after strike after STRIKE! What the Jews did to Jesus, God intended for our good! I'm OVERWHELMED by such love. To die a gruesome, brutal death for a broken soul like mine leaves a gigantic longing to live surrendered to Him. He deserves my everything while I deserve what I didn't get; a horrible hell.<br />
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Why do I celebrate Easter? For sincere gratitude for a lavished love, a secured hope in an overtaken sinful world, love that never leaves, immeasurable strength for my journey that grows weary, delight when the world leaves me stale, to instill stability within the hearts of those I will leave behind, to set an example for little feet to follow, to fulfill my privilege as a believer; to tell EVERYONE I meet what He did for me and that they too can be forever changed by Him. EVERY sacrifice is worth it... because Jesus is WORTH IT!<br />
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I am NOT my own. This life I live is a reflection of my Savior; He rescued me from darkness and is carrying me through and into His purposeful light.<br />
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I am FOREVER changed. I am FOREVER grateful. I am FOREVER His.<br />
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I pray you are FOREVER changed by what He did for you and me... He is sitting at the right hand of our Father interceding on our behalf. He intended man's evil for OUR GOOD. Embrace His good!<br />
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<b><i>"I have been crucified with Christ it is I who no longer live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. (Galations 2:20, ESV) </i></b><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Recently I came across this book and from the beginning, Rebecca (the amazing author), reaches in and grabs you! Yes, there are moments you want her to let go because your heightened emotions cannot contain the sheer anger within! And just as you allow your rage to escalate you find your heart wanting her to not let go; for this divine life story, Rebecca's life story of <b><u>FORGIVENESS,</u></b> gripped me like the elation of an extreme roller-coaster ride! Forgiveness is the key to a soul's freedom; freedom from the strangling grip of bitterness, anger, rage, resentment, a calloused- heart, depression, self-loathing, self-absorption, negativity and the dead end road of a deep, dark pit! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<i> From the Jamaican shores, we advanced from our sleep to watch Him command the sun to rise! The wind was crisp, the birds were communicating in song and the dusk over the horizon prepared the way for His glory to reveal itself! It was breathtaking... the clouds peeled back and the bright orange beams peeked over the fluffy mountain tops. His majesty and wonder captivated the essence of our sight and the work of His creative hand commanded our day! </i><br />
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<i>In that moment, where my eyes captured His vision, a little piece of heaven stood before us. Only God could love us enough to give us a glimpse; a shining space of time to be reminded of how great He is! This space where His voice commands the rising of the sun, the crash of the ocean waves, the creation of a new life, the comfort through life's raging seas; where valleys are for clinging and mountain tops are for breathing. And somewhere in between the rise of a new day and the shift of the setting sun we're not left searching for Him. </i><br />
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Transfer my thoughts to a little piece of heaven; where my mind can pause, my body can relax and my soul can be refreshed! For it is good to rest and allow refreshment to settle in. Along the walk of life we encounter many tiresome days and many tasks vying for our precious time BUT God knew we would need rest. He knew the walk would sometimes speed to a dangerous pace; a pace that only screeching halts could slow our stride.<br />
I adore my walk! It is demanding at times, tedious with a many a schedule, eventful with contributing personalities, prosperous for the lost and wandering that we are blessed to reach out to, strengthening to those we are called to equip, divine for the love we share and <b><u>FULL</u></b> in so many capacities of the word! But I <b><u>LOVE</u></b> my walk and I am thankful for reprieve!<br />
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So, I will transfer my walk to a long, sandy beach. It overlooks the crystal blue waters and the boisterous sound of crashing waves will awake my sleeping soul. I will hold hands, dream talk, beach walk, sunbathe, whisper sweet nothings and soak up my transfer time with my soul mate. This abundant life, promised by my King, has been filled with many years of BLISS to this wonderful, God-loving man! I am grateful for our walk together and the celebration for the strides ahead!<br />
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Please excuse my absence from the <b><u>humble</u></b> <b><u>privilege</u></b> of pouring His encouragement upon you; as I am only doing what He requires of me (and you)... <b>RESTING</b> :)<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>"By the seventh day God had finished the work He had been doing; so on the seventh day He <u>rested </u>from all His work." (Genesis 2:2, NIV)</i></b></div>Tabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08684277731201056427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036423381729887254.post-82840156008318523442011-04-07T06:43:00.000-07:002011-04-07T06:47:17.237-07:00God's Matchless Beauty Through the Eyes of Special Olympians!<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>"<u>Let me win; and if I cannot win, let me be BRAVE in my attempt!</u>"</b></div><br />
Sometimes in the fullness of LIFE we must STOP... surrender the control of the trap of schedules and allow God's beautiful design to take us in! This happened for my family today; the busyness of our Wednesday STOPPED and we allowed God to reveal Himself through this day! Yes, we are QUICKLY passing through this blessed life and this was just a STOP...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Thank you God for your favor upon this STOP! NOTHING compares to your matchless beauty! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Today, was FILLED with your MATCHLESS BEAUTY!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I heard someone say, that birthing children and opening yourself to the world of motherhood, contains a bounty of joy and heartache all at once. Joy and pain, they hold hands during motherhood. Shortly after your child's first cry bounces off your ear, you find yourself rolling aimlessly on the floor prying the two apart! For a mother FIGHTS for her children's happiness and BEGS to absorb their pain. All too often we wear our hearts outside our chest and with each pierce to their soul we bleed compassion for them. Too engrossed in our band-aid moment to realize that these are mourning moments. Moments from God where He reminds us that sometimes He stops the pierce of their soul and others He stops the bleeding. Nothing catches God by surprise and causes Him to second guess these moments. For every season He created a purpose and quite carefully He tucked mourning moments into His development of motherhood. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">To mourn for those we birthed, is God opening the window to who He is. A chance to be compelled by His compassion and to speak that He never fails us. It is He that equips us for motherhood. Children, they're born unto us, to complete His story. They supplement life with this pair; JOY and PAIN. My mourning moments follow: the scrape of a knee, an unkind word spoken by a "friend", when being different isn't accepted and their cherished possessions don't match other's presumptions, Christ living in them is misunderstood and innocence is stolen, unmet expectations that disappoint and somehow the reality of what WILL NOT come sets in. When the Joy of who they are, grabs hold of the PAIN of what they experience, and we dance... we step back and forth in sync to the rhythm of this life and we dance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Joy and pain, that lead to my mourning moments, this is the place where the music fades and I find God. He is waiting; arms open in a gigantic spread and His voice softly beckoning me to come. Come unto my comfort and fall into my embrace, for this is where you belong. And we dance... we dance to the melody of His peace and the wrap of His embrace keeps our rhythm. He brushes away my tears and names each one; for nothing is meager to His significance. His comfort calms my storms and the winds and waves of my mourning moments obey Him. They obey His compelling call; to be still in my grasp, for this moment will pass. When the music of our dance fades and your mourning is nigh, you my child, will drift beautifully into your new moment... another God moment of motherhood!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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Today was one of those days... Where the examples in God's story are correctly described as ordinary people He uses to do His EXTRAORDINARY! In Acts 15 Paul and Barnabas experienced difficult moments in their relationship. At times, they were in unity and others they were in total opposition. Sound familiar?<br />
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Relationships, if they're not healthy, are a touchy subject! Sometimes in our relationships we would rather win the FIGHT instead of <b><u>winning the WAR</u></b>! <b>Agreeable solutions are not easily found when unresolved tension already exists! Whether it's your marriage, children, parents, siblings, family, friends, co-workers or community; each relationship needs to thrive to survive!</b><br />
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1. <b>Talk</b> about our issues<br />
2. <b>Allow</b> for differences of opinions<br />
3. Be<b> QUICK</b> to <b>forgive </b>(you are the one who <b>SUFFERS MOST</b> when you hold onto a grudge!)<br />
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*<b>Challenge: Matthew 5:23-24 "<i>So if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar and GO. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift!"</i></b><br />
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Let us not withhold from one another what we <b>NEED</b> ourselves! <b><u>PRAYER & ENCOURAGEMENT!</u></b><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">The prayers of others, on my behalf, held my head up during some of the darkest times of my life. He listens, He hears and He answers our prayers!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">It would be my honor to pray for you! Please leave your prayer request in the comment section below and I will pray fervently! My life has been profoundly impacted by the prayers of others.<br />
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... <b>but Jesus said, " Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for such belongs to the kingdom of heaven".</b><br />
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<div>Oh, the holy calling of pouring into pure- innocent souls... God esteems the act of kneeling in front of their tiny faces and whispering His name into their ears... <b><i>Jesus... he loves you more than ANYONE else in the world... He will NEVER fail you or DISAPPOINT you... Jesus... molded you, JUST YOU, for your specific purpose... O Father, that we would not fail their tiny hearts... not dismiss the importance of telling them of your love and divinely showing them... </i></b></div><div><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Today, this cold and rainy Sunday, it was my voice plummeting upon their ears... I sat in front of blue eyes, and brown-short hair, hands anxiously being raised and lips wiggling from right to left with the anxious hope of me calling upon them... their jolly spirits were jumping up and down to motions and vocal chords ruptured to the tunes of Father Abraham... YES, they were hearing truth amidst the laughter... His TRUTH... join with God in the promise, YOUR LIFE, and you too will be a part of God's blessing... God NEVER breaks a promise!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">... He will ALWAYS do what He says... in His time... in His way... He WILL fulfill His promise... do you receive that Blessing?</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">My Sunday Take Away... tell them about you... the children... they must know you... it IS an EMERGENCY... life disappoints and anger afflicts.... they NEED you... I must NEVER remove myself from the tiny faces that lack YOU... </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
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The touch of his hand... the sound of her giggle... the trickle of her fingers across the keys... the pat of his tiny fingers through his giant hug... the aroma of java and vision of daylight... the words of their innocence and the passion of the balls bounce... running, tickling, talking, dreaming, sliding and sharing, hopeful moments and endless stares, nose to nose kisses and thumb wars for hours and in the rush of this world... TODAY... I will relish in His gift...<br />
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