<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472</id><updated>2012-01-23T06:04:30.501-05:00</updated><category term='plenty'/><category term='chest'/><category term='rebirth'/><category term='accept'/><category term='illness'/><category term='plans'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='tired'/><category term='everlasting love'/><category term='grace'/><category term='purpose'/><category term='Forgiveness'/><category term='live free'/><category term='light'/><category term='void'/><category term='unconditional'/><category term='silent prayer retreat'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='hurry'/><category term='Yahshua&apos;s Bridge; 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forgiveness'/><category term='legal'/><category term='cook-out'/><category term='faith'/><category term='joy'/><category term='heart'/><category term='rest'/><category term='creative'/><category term='trials'/><category term='The Merchant&apos;s Daughter'/><category term='problems'/><category term='provision; gift'/><category term='slavery'/><category term='pain'/><category term='moving company'/><category term='praise'/><category term='people watch'/><category term='names of God'/><category term='give thanks'/><category term='bones'/><category term='love'/><category term='beginning'/><category term='seconds'/><category term='first place'/><category term='burden'/><category term='mind'/><category term='trust'/><category term='spinster'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='Family'/><category term='wait'/><category term='mirror'/><category term='need'/><category term='journaling'/><category term='contentment; need'/><category term='submission'/><category term='beliefs'/><category term='hope'/><category term='presence'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='silver'/><category term='mothers'/><category term='The Lord&apos;s Prayer'/><category term='confess'/><category term='basement'/><category term='blessing'/><category term='audacious faith'/><category term='Joy McGee'/><category term='quiet time'/><category term='unforgiveness'/><category term='sermon'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='protection; deliverance'/><category term='administration; gift'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='image'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='car'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Yesterday&apos;s Tomorrow'/><category term='Come Thou Long Expected Jesus'/><category term='volunteer'/><category term='schedules;'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='vision'/><category term='wrongs'/><category term='jewels'/><category term='Ashes to Beauty'/><category term='brides'/><category term='A Better Way'/><category term='coat'/><category term='compassion'/><category term='praying'/><category term='daughters'/><category term='servant'/><category term='treasures'/><category term='life'/><category term='Come away'/><category term='imagine'/><category term='passion'/><category term='Delta'/><category term='tests'/><category term='kindness'/><category term='Women of Faith'/><category term='skin'/><category term='memorial service'/><category term='volunteering'/><category term='struggles'/><category term='Cinderella'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='remember'/><category term='snow'/><category term='health'/><category term='Word of God'/><title type='text'>Musings of Edwina</title><subtitle type='html'>My random musings, thoughts and ideas on various and sundry topics. The opinions of this author do not have to agree with your opinions and vice versa.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>386</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-1082556015292958341</id><published>2012-01-23T06:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:01:09.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Author Daniel Neff</title><content type='html'>Daniel Neff is a friend from years past. We attended church together and I knew him then as an upstanding Christian man. Over the years, Dan has lived through experiences that has made him even stronger in his faith. I encourage you to check out his Amazon page to learn more about Dan and the two books he has written to date. "God Said Not Yet" is his personal testimony and is an amazing story of the healing power of God. If you need to be encouraged today, this is the book you need to buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B006CBH85Q"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B006CBH85Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-1082556015292958341?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/1082556015292958341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=1082556015292958341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/1082556015292958341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/1082556015292958341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2012/01/author-daniel-neff.html' title='Author Daniel Neff'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-8656047711296097541</id><published>2012-01-22T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T08:21:07.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashes to Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Ashes to Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ashes to Beauty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Real CinderellaStory&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;;"&gt;A Fairytale for Girls ofAll Ages&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;;"&gt;I am in the midst of reading a newbook by Robert A. Schuler for the purpose of writing a review before the book’sdebut in May. However, I received a book in the mail yesterday with a title andartwork that intrigued me to the point of setting Schuler’s book aside andreading this one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Ashes to Beauty – The Real CinderellaStory – A Fairytale for Girls of All Ages” is a most delightful book. KimZweygardt has taken the fairytale that we knew as young girls and developed itinto a moving and meaningful&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;allegory &lt;/span&gt;of the beauty God truly sees in us. Itis the story of deep, unconditional&amp;nbsp;Love pursuing His beloved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Ashes to Beauty” is illustrated by Kim’s husband, Kary. His beautifully detailed artwork sets the stage for the pursuit—the hearts’ desire of girls of all ages. We want to be pursued. We want to be beautiful. We want to be loved. “Ashes to Beauty” shows that we are all of those things to God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This smallbook with a huge message should become a part of every woman’s library. And itshould be shared with your daughters, granddaughters, nieces, and friends. Youwill be blessed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7qvxI8R6Zs/TxwIknlD6MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Qinkfm2fHvs/s1600/Ashes+to+Beauty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7qvxI8R6Zs/TxwIknlD6MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Qinkfm2fHvs/s200/Ashes+to+Beauty.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-8656047711296097541?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/8656047711296097541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=8656047711296097541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8656047711296097541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8656047711296097541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2012/01/ashes-to-beauty-real-cinderellastory.html' title='Book Review: Ashes to Beauty'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7qvxI8R6Zs/TxwIknlD6MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Qinkfm2fHvs/s72-c/Ashes+to+Beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-8594264849046823479</id><published>2012-01-16T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T03:00:15.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='submission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zeke Lam'/><title type='text'>Guest Interview with Zeke Lam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I am delighted to have Zeke Lam as my guest today. Zeke is the founder of SUBMISSION Ministries and has written &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;sub&lt;/span&gt;MISSION: Heeding Only His Voice. The synopsis of the book:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9rcaBjxIwk/Twy1dBDIYPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7d5ih75gYWw/s1600/Zeke%2527s+subMissionCover1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9rcaBjxIwk/Twy1dBDIYPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7d5ih75gYWw/s200/Zeke%2527s+subMissionCover1.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.75in 0pt 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What is the greatest challenge that the Church is facing today? Zeke Lam suggests that one word is the greatest challenge:&amp;nbsp; submission, or the lack thereof. It is not external forces that nullify the testimony of a Christ-centered believer, but rather the failure to humbly submit to the voice of the Lord. This book will help you to live a surrendered life abiding in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.75in 0pt 27pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.75in 0pt 63pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Is the approval of God more important to you than the approval of man?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.75in 0pt 63pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Is the presence of God evident in your life?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.75in 0pt 63pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do you fiercely protect your intimacy with Christ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.75in 0pt 63pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do you desire to live a life of truth, free from the lies of the devil?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.75in 0pt 63pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Is God’s divine character visible to those around you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.75in 0pt 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Learn how to submit your life wholeheartedly to the Lord so that you can dwell continually in the secret place—a place of intimacy, surrender and joy. &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Zeke, tell us more about yourself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I am 27 years old and have been married to my beautiful wife, Kathleen, for 6 years. We have three children (4, 2, and 2 months) that we love very much. I have ministered since the age of 18 as a youth minister and evangelist. In addition to this, I operate a small business which constructs ornamental concrete such as flower pots, bird baths, etc. I also help out with the family furniture when time permits. We are passionate to see Christ glorified through our lives, and constantly remain seek to use our lives to share the Gospel. This has led our family all over the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Our most recent “adventure” involved us literally driving to a town in Texas, renting an apartment, and seeking the Lord. Although we knew nobody or anything about the place, God gave us an entire church fellowship in 2 days! This turned into an incredible 7 month stay that is surely not finished yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What motivated you to write this book?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Compromise is way too commonplace today. I have seen it in the church, in families, and in my own life. If revival is to take place in or society, God’s people must be willing to operate with the level of obedience and submission God requires. Mixing our opinions with God’s commands or desires is the very recipe for disaster. If we will fully release ourselves to Jesus Christ, and be willing to follow Him the way He commands, a shift will take place in our society! Ultimately, shortcomings in my own life with regards to submissions sparked this fire. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What do you hope this book accomplishes?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My hope and prayer is that Christians nationwide will be challenged to step into a realm of Scriptural obedience that will spark revival!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Did you learn anything (or did God show you anything) as you were writing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I certainly experienced moments where I was convicted about the level of submission I lived under. God revealed to me the importance of denying any and all voices that seek to lure us from His presence. Submission to Him will position us for spiritual greatness!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do you believe people struggle with the idea of "submission"? If so, why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yes, we all struggle with the idea of full submission. It means releasing our control and desires to the Lord. When we do not feel in control, it creates an emotion of insecurity. This insecurity is what makes us resists submission on many levels. When it comes to submitting to our Lord Jesus, we must reject these emotions, and faithfully surrender our lives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Your subtitle mentions obeying only God's voice. What are some ways people can hear God's voice? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;God desires to interact with us in ways we could never imagine. The Holy Spirit is very much alive and active, but the question is, will we allow ourselves to get in position to hear Him. He speaks through the Scriptures, His written word. He speaks to our hearts as we intimately seek Him daily through prayer and fasting. He can speak through people and situations around us. God is not limited to anything and can therefore speak any way He chooses. The only real issue is that which restricts and hinders us from hearing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUyyMG8B1EY/Twy3XcIP0lI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oSLVhCroOZA/s1600/Zeke%2527s_headshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUyyMG8B1EY/Twy3XcIP0lI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oSLVhCroOZA/s200/Zeke%2527s_headshot.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"My thanks to Zeke for being my guest today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;To learn more about Zeke and his ministry, visit his website at &lt;a href="http://submisssionministries.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://submisssionministries.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;To purchase &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;sub&lt;/span&gt;MISSION: Heeding Only His Voice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;AMAZON:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&amp;amp;field-keywords=SUBMISSION+Zeke+Lam&amp;amp;x=13&amp;amp;y=20"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&amp;amp;field-keywords=SUBMISSION+Zeke+Lam&amp;amp;x=13&amp;amp;y=20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-8594264849046823479?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/8594264849046823479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=8594264849046823479&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8594264849046823479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8594264849046823479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2012/01/guest-interview-with-zeke-lam.html' title='Guest Interview with Zeke Lam'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9rcaBjxIwk/Twy1dBDIYPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7d5ih75gYWw/s72-c/Zeke%2527s+subMissionCover1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-1940048809063058903</id><published>2012-01-15T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T03:00:02.851-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebirth'/><title type='text'>WORD FOR 2012</title><content type='html'>It's January 15 - already. Where does the time go? By now, every blogger has posted their New Year's resolutions and their goals for 2012. Some have probably even posted about how they've already broken at least one or all of their resolutions. That's why I don't make New Year's resolutions - I know in all probability, sooner or later, I will break the resolution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making resolutions, I pray and ask God to give me a "word" for the upcoming year. I first heard of this practice a few years ago and thought it sounded like a good idea. So I'd pray, ask God for a word for the next year and go on my merry way, never really thinking about the word and how it could apply to my life at that time.(Just being honest here, gang.) Until this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this year different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning, my husband, Dave,&amp;nbsp;wished me a Merry Christmas and then he said, "Not only is today the celebration of the birth of Christ, but it is also a day of rebirth for us." Rebirth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that 2011 wasn't the&amp;nbsp;best year&amp;nbsp;of Dave's life&amp;nbsp;because he was sick from the latter part of 2010, all of 2011 and some problems have continued into 2012.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Over the next few days, as I thought about what&amp;nbsp;Dave said, I realized that was God's word for me--for Dave and me--for 2012. And I found it significant that God gave the word to Dave. (More about that in another blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebirth.&amp;nbsp;Renaissance. Regeneration. Renewal. Revival. Resurrection. New Start. New Beginning. Resurgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012: The Year of Rebirth. I like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-1940048809063058903?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/1940048809063058903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=1940048809063058903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/1940048809063058903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/1940048809063058903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2012/01/word-for-2012.html' title='WORD FOR 2012'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-3835193850458435323</id><published>2012-01-11T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T07:00:25.839-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie Dickerson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Merchant&apos;s Daughter'/><title type='text'>WE HAVE A WINNER!!</title><content type='html'>DRUM ROLL PLEASE.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;WE HAVE A WINNER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;LAURALEE BLISS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;WHO WON A COPY OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"THE MERCHANT'S DAUGHTER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you were not the winner, here's a link to purchase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Merchant's Daughter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Merchants-Daughter-Melanie-Dickerson/dp/0310727618/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1326282986&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Merchants-Daughter-Melanie-Dickerson/dp/0310727618/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1326282986&amp;amp;sr=1-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kindle Edition:&amp;nbsp; $8.99&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Printed Edition: $9.99&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Let's face it: in these days of high prices, this is a good deal!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-3835193850458435323?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/3835193850458435323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=3835193850458435323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/3835193850458435323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/3835193850458435323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-have-winner.html' title='WE HAVE A WINNER!!'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-2383752847478093654</id><published>2012-01-02T03:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T07:13:54.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review of The Merchant's Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBsbrK6MZT0/TwDmUDOInOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0jksb84OT2o/s1600/The+Merchant%2527s+Daughter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBsbrK6MZT0/TwDmUDOInOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0jksb84OT2o/s320/The+Merchant%2527s+Daughter.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I adored this book! And lovers of historical fiction will adore it as well. It is obvious that Ms. Dickerson committed hours of research to the historical time and setting because the reader is immediately transported to the mid-1300’s in Glynval, England. Annabel Chapman, the heroine, will capture your heart with her sweet spirit, her quiet beauty and her earnest desire to read through the Holy Scriptures, learning as much as she can. The hero, Lord Ranulf le Wyse will induce sympathy in the reader as he has been wounded physically; however, his emotional wounds are far more damaging. As Annabel and Lord Ranulf grow closer together, they grow spiritually, also, realizing that God truly loves them and wants only the best for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The Merchant’s Daughter&lt;/i&gt; is captivating and on a scale of 1-10, I give it a 12. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This is a book that you will want to add to your 2012 reading list. To help you with that, I have a copy I will be giving away in a drawing. Leave a comment telling me your favorite genre, and your email address and you will be entered for the drawing. Please don’t forget the email address – no email address – no entry into drawing. Drawing will be held onWednesday, January 11. Contest is limited to the US and void where prohibited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;This book was given to me by the publisher for the sole purpose of review. The opinions expressed herein are strictly this writer’s and in no way reflect the opinions of Zondervan Publishing, its employees or the author. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-2383752847478093654?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/2383752847478093654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=2383752847478093654&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2383752847478093654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2383752847478093654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2012/01/book-review-of-merchants-daughter.html' title='Book Review of The Merchant&apos;s Daughter'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBsbrK6MZT0/TwDmUDOInOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0jksb84OT2o/s72-c/The+Merchant%2527s+Daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-8914827546883564317</id><published>2011-12-26T08:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T13:44:19.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Military Lounge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteering'/><title type='text'>Volunteering</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UN3DcO2K_ac/TvhuFp7vlyI/AAAAAAAAANs/1gi1nomurYo/s1600/DSCN0125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UN3DcO2K_ac/TvhuFp7vlyI/AAAAAAAAANs/1gi1nomurYo/s200/DSCN0125.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Delta Military Lounge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I’ve always believed that “it is better to give than to receive,” and I have always wanted to help people in some way, especially at Christmas. Some years, my family and I have given money to a family who is in need, some years we’ve given food for food baskets, and at least once during the season, money is dropped into the Salvation Army’s bucket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;B&lt;/span&gt;ut this year, I wanted to do something tangible—not to be seen by others, but something that required a little more of me than just writing a check or dropping a couple of ones into a bucket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This year is the 42&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; year Delta Air Lines has sponsored the Delta Air Lines Military Lounge for all military personnel, active and retired, who were passing through Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport in Atlanta. My daughter is a Delta employee and has volunteered in the lounge for the last several years. This year, I decided to join her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L73WWlvTJUA/TvhuMW5UquI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vv7Dt-DjKA4/s1600/DSCN0127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L73WWlvTJUA/TvhuMW5UquI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vv7Dt-DjKA4/s200/DSCN0127.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amy, Pam &amp;amp; Holly -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;three of the many Delta Volunteers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;The Military Lounge was set up in a large conference room in the airport. It was decorated with all things military. There were military coins that had been left by Navy, Army, Air Force and Coast Guard personnel arranged in a glass case. Military plates hung on the wall; even the Christmas tree was decorated with military ornaments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rF7zX8_V4pI/TvhucAVX2YI/AAAAAAAAAOE/YcN9rR9AhZI/s1600/DSCN0136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rF7zX8_V4pI/TvhucAVX2YI/AAAAAAAAAOE/YcN9rR9AhZI/s200/DSCN0136.JPG" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Movies were played back to back on the screen for the personnel’s enjoyment and Wi-Fi was free. And the food . . . I’ve never seen so much food in one place in my life, almost all of it donated by Delta employees, the rest by other corporate sponsors. The Lounge is staffed by Delta employees who volunteer their off-duty time, and by friends and family members of the employees. It is an amazing thing to see – many of the approximately 6,000 employees in Atlanta, come together for the single purpose of honoring the men and women of the Armed Forces and I was delighted to offer my small service along side these fantastic people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The true stars of this program are, of course, the military personnel who stop by the lounge for a few minutes or a few hours, waiting for their next flight. In 2010, there were over 11,000 military personnel who visited the lounge; this year, Delta expects over 15,000 by January 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, the last day the lounge will be open for this holiday season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wednesday, December 14, was graduation day at Fort Benning, Georgia and it was the first night I served. Many of the graduates and their families were in the lounge that night. Those young men (and I emphasize “young”) were so proud—proud to be graduates, proud to wear their uniform, proud to be a member of the Army. They were so respectful and polite, always answering “yes, ma’am” or “thank you, ma’am.” And they were very grateful for everything the lounge offered and the kind words and the sincere “thank you” offered by the volunteers. These young men were still innocent—not having been to a war-torn country, or participated in a battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On the other end of the spectrum, older, experienced active personnel and retired military personnel, sometimes with families, stopped by the lounge on the way to their next destination. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;They were just as respectful and polite as the young graduates. But there was a major difference. Many of these men and women had seen action—had been in the midst of battles and wars and had seen unspeakable things. For some, it showed in their posture and in their eyes. Yet, their pride in serving their country showed above all else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;These young men and women and the veterans should be our heroes and our children’s heroes. Not the actors and actresses or the sports figures who are “popular” today and not heard of tomorrow. Not the hip-hop stars or the reality TV stars, but the reality of these men and women who are willing to give up their life, if need be, for our freedom and safety. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Let me encourage you to take a few seconds and say “Thank You” anytime you see someone in a military uniform. They deserve our thanks and our respect, because they have volunteered to serve our country – to serve us – in this manner. They deserve our prayers—that every single man and woman would return home safely. May God bless each and every one of our military and may God bless America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n105MxiqP1s/TvhuoIMo9lI/AAAAAAAAAOM/xnCBWm9ds2U/s1600/DSCN0133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n105MxiqP1s/TvhuoIMo9lI/AAAAAAAAAOM/xnCBWm9ds2U/s320/DSCN0133.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-8914827546883564317?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/8914827546883564317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=8914827546883564317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8914827546883564317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8914827546883564317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/volunteering.html' title='Volunteering'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UN3DcO2K_ac/TvhuFp7vlyI/AAAAAAAAANs/1gi1nomurYo/s72-c/DSCN0125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-6783889378062806686</id><published>2011-12-25T03:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T03:00:08.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowly'/><title type='text'>Christmas Day: The Gift of Himself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Morning and Merry Christmas! I understand with the dawning of Christmas Day, Advent has ended. And yet, the priceless gift, given for all, comes to us in a baby . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Luke 2&amp;nbsp;(New King James Version)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 5;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Christ Born of Mary&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;And it came to pass in those days &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This census first took place while Quirinius was governing Syria. So all went to be registered, everyone to his own city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed wife, who was with child. So it was, that while they were there, the days were completed for her to be delivered. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling clothes, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 5;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Glory in the Highest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Now there were in the same country shepherds living out in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. And behold, an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were greatly afraid. Then the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;will be&lt;/span&gt; the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;“ Glory to God in the highest, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And on earth peace, goodwill toward men!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So it was, when the angels had gone away from them into heaven, that the shepherds said to one another, “Let us now go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has come to pass, which the Lord has made known to us.” And they came with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the Babe lying in a manger. Now when they had seen &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;Him,&lt;/span&gt; they made widely&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%202&amp;amp;version=NKJV#fen-NKJV-24987d" title="See footnote d"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; known the saying which was told them concerning this Child. And all those who heard &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; marveled at those things which were told them by the shepherds. But Mary kept all these things and pondered &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; in her heart. Then the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told them.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The beginning of our Savior’s life. His life begins humbly, in lowly surroundings. But His beginning did not stop in from doing anything that God had sent him to earth to do. He answered the call on His life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What about you? What about me? Have we allowed our beginnings and our history to keep us from answering God’s call? If so, it’s not too late. He remains at the door, knocking. All we have to do is answer, by opening the door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Abba Father, You have given your most precious, your greatest gift—Your son. He willingly came to earth and was born in a manger in a stable. What a humble beginning for the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. At the end of His life, He was victorious over all. May we, your sons and daughters, not look at our beginning or our history or even where we are today, but look to You and answer Your call. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, I pray, AMEN and AMEN.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-6783889378062806686?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/6783889378062806686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=6783889378062806686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/6783889378062806686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/6783889378062806686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-day-gift-of-himself.html' title='Christmas Day: The Gift of Himself'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-476171435030453771</id><published>2011-12-24T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T03:00:13.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practice'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve: The Gift of His Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The Gift of His Presence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Today is Christmas Eve and our Advent gift is the gift of His presence. What a marvelous gift!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;His presence surrounds us, envelops us. The Bible says in Psalm 139 that there is nowhere we can go to get away from His presence. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Where can I go from Your Spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Or where can I flee from Your presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;If I ascend into heaven, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;You &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; there&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If I make my bed in hell, behold, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;You &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; I take the wings of the morning,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Even there&lt;/b&gt; Your hand shall lead me,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And Your right hand shall hold me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; (emphasis mine)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Every step we take, He takes with us. Everywhere we go, everything we do, He is there. He is aware of every breath we take. He knows our thoughts. He sees our tears and hears our laughter. He knows our heart’s desires. He understands our longings and frustrations. He rejoices when we rejoice and He weeps when we weep. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;God is omnipresent, and His presence is always with us and yet we continue to long for an encounter with the Presence of God. We need to &lt;u&gt;experience&lt;/u&gt; the presence of God, we need to &lt;u&gt;realize&lt;/u&gt; His presence. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“Practice His Presence” authored by LeeAnn Payne, is about exactly what the title says – practicing the presence of God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One would think, as Christians, we would be aware of His presence and not have to “practice” having Him present. But that is usually not the case. We get so busy – so involved in the task of the moment – that we forget His presence. He is always here with me and with you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;"There is not in the world a kind of life more sweet and delightful, than that of a continual conversation with God. Those only can comprehend it who practice and experience it." &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;... Brother Lawrence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Abba Father, thank You for the gift of Your presence. Help us to always be aware of Your presence and to walk in it. In Jesus’ name, Amen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-476171435030453771?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/476171435030453771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=476171435030453771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/476171435030453771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/476171435030453771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-gift-of-his-presence.html' title='Christmas Eve: The Gift of His Presence'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-6567401669922618393</id><published>2011-12-23T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T03:00:13.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Westminster Catechism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><title type='text'>Day Twenty Seven: The Gift of Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Psalm 29:2&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Ascribe to the LORD the glory due his name; worship the LORD in the splendor of his holiness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 100:2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt; Worship&lt;/span&gt; the LORD with gladness; come before him with joyful songs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;There are hundreds of verses encouraging believers to worship. Almost all of the chapters in the book of Psalms are praise and worship chapters. It is one thing that I do not have to be encouraged to do. I love to worship. I love worship music. I have worship music playing now as I write this blog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;The Westminster Catechism states: “&lt;strong&gt;What is the chief end of man? &lt;/strong&gt;Man’s chief end is to &lt;u&gt;glorify&lt;/u&gt; God, and to &lt;u&gt;enjoy&lt;/u&gt; him forever.” One way we glorify God is through our worship music and one way we enjoy Him is through our worship. When we worship, whether privately or corporately, we are entering into the presence of the Holy One of Israel. The Almighty God who created the heavens and the earth. The King of Kings and Lord of Lords. How can we not help but worship the God who created us and who loves us so much that He gave His only Son to die on the cross for our sins that we might spend eternity with Him? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;When we worship, we are reminded of the awesomeness of God. We are reminded of His goodness, His love for us and of His blessings. We are able to thank Him for these blessings. We are able to tell Him how much we love Him. Many times, in our worship, Father God will speak to us—through the music, the words of the song and through His gentle whispers to our hearts and minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Worship music is beautiful and our Father’s heart is blessed to hear our voices lifted in worship. Even if we “can’t carry a tune in a bucket” as the old saying goes, we can still worship. The Bible says “Make a joyful noise” – it doesn’t say “sing a song in a perfect tune!” As we lift our hands in praise and bow our hearts in worship, we move even closer to the worship that is continually going on in Heaven. Psalm 63:4-5: “I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands. My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise you.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;I have realized worship lifts my spirits when I’m down. It energizes me when I’m tired. Worship makes me feel better when I’m ill. However, this is not why I worship. I worship because I am so in love with my Abba Father. And the best way I know how to tell Him is through worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;If you have never truly entered into worship, I encourage you to do so. Put a worship CD on at home and let yourself go in the music. Listen to the words of the songs. Let the music flood your heart, your mind, your soul. Tell Father God how much you love Him and listen as He answers you back. You will be so edified, so blessed, that worship will soon become a part of your daily life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Father God, thank you for worship, for beautiful music and words. Thank you for times of private worship and times of corporate worship. May our lives be an act of worship unto You. May we constantly live in an attitude of worship. May our worship be a sweet smelling savor to You, O God. I love you Abba Father. You are my King, my Lord, My Bridegroom. Amen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-6567401669922618393?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/6567401669922618393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=6567401669922618393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/6567401669922618393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/6567401669922618393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-twenty-seven-gift-of-worship.html' title='Day Twenty Seven: The Gift of Worship'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-7925696984563647932</id><published>2011-12-22T03:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T03:00:01.032-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasures'/><title type='text'>Day Twenty Six: The Gift of His Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;John 1:1-2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. &lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;He was with God in the beginning&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;When I opened today’s gift, it was the gift of God’s Word. What a treasure chest – many gifts all in one place! He gave us:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The story of Creation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Recounting of the Israelites journey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The Leaders/Judges&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The story of King David&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The beautiful Psalms &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The wise Proverbs of Solomon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The story of Esther&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The trials of Job&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The love story between Christ and His Church – Song of Solomon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The Prophets&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The story of Jesus, found in the four Gospels&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The visitation of the Holy Spirit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Paul’s letters to the churches&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The letters of Peter, John and Jude&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The book of Revelation that reveals Jesus to the world in the final days&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;These are only a few of the treasures found in God’s Word! Every time we “discover” a treasure, we find there are more jewels hidden within that treasure. All we need to know, every answer we seek, is found in His Word.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Dear Father, thank you seems very inadequate for the gift of Your Word. We am thankful for the lessons found therein and the new revelation You give to us every time we study Your Word. In Jesus’ name, AMEN.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-7925696984563647932?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/7925696984563647932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=7925696984563647932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/7925696984563647932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/7925696984563647932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-twenty-six-gift-of-his-word.html' title='Day Twenty Six: The Gift of His Word'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-6757880787813013345</id><published>2011-12-21T03:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T03:00:11.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy McGee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father Son Mary'/><title type='text'>Day Twenty Five:   A Sacrifice in His Birth by Joy McGee</title><content type='html'>I am delighted to have Ms. Joy McGee as my guest blogger today. God has blessed Joy with spiritual insight and wisdom that she uses to bless others. Enjoy this beautiful and moving blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Sacrifice in His Birth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joy McGee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-outline-level: 3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; In the sixth month of Elizabeth’s pregnancy, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; The angel went to her and said, “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; and he will reign over Jacob’s descendants forever; his kingdom will never end.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; “How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, “since I am a virgin?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+1%3A26-38&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-24929a" title="See footnote a"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #651300; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; the Son of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be unable to conceive is in her sixth month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; For no word from God will ever fail.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; “I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. “May your word to me be fulfilled.” Then the angel left her. (Luke 1: 26-38)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;This Christmas season has me more drawn to the birth of Christ, I am sad to say, than any years before and more so, with this passage in particular. We often concentrate on Mary and commend her response to the Lord as she takes on this amazingly huge responsibility. The possibilities are endless as to what could happen to her as an unwed pregnant young girl who is engaged but nevertheless, she seems honored to be given this cup to drink. But I ask, if only for a moment, to look at the supernatural and the possibilities that could have taken place in the heavens at this very same moment. I see it happening something like this:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Gabriel's words to Mary echoed through the heavens as the most crucial of conversations between man and angel occurred. What would Mary say? How would this young woman react? The Holy Trinity already knew the outcome as the angels hung on every word. The Father, looking over at the Son, can already feel His heart being pulled as the separation will soon occur. "Are you ready, Son?" With a smile and a nod, the Christ answered the Father. With his large, gentle hand, The Father reaches over and pulls the Son in for one last tangible hug before The Son leaves his right side for the very first time. The Son is about to enter into the world through the womb of a virgin. He is about to leave the throne of His Kingdom to be born to the very poor family of a carpenter. His head will rest upon hay in his first days and will be crowned in thorns during his last. His earthly mother will cradle him as he enters her world as well as when he leaves it. He will experience every emotion, every temptation, every fear and every feeling that comes with being sinned against, and yet He still agrees to come . . . He still agrees to come.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;And then Mary speaks, "May your word to me be fulfilled." And like that . . . It's done. The Son has left. He is now Son and man. The angels roar with rejoicing and The Father leaps with glee. The world is being reconciled to Him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;So during the season of Advent, as we prepare for the coming of the Lord, let us be gracious for his sacrifice, even at his birth. What an amazing God we serve!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-6757880787813013345?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/6757880787813013345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=6757880787813013345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/6757880787813013345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/6757880787813013345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-twenty-five-sacrifice-in-his-birth.html' title='Day Twenty Five:   A Sacrifice in His Birth by Joy McGee'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-2015852414727771328</id><published>2011-12-20T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T03:00:03.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Refiner&apos;s Fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silver'/><title type='text'>Day Twenty Four: The Gift of Silver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.” (Malachi 3:3)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yesterday, I wrote about the “Gift of Trials.” As I wrote it, I remembered the above verse and a story I read long ago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.” (Malachi 3:3) This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character of God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and share her findings at the next Bible study.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn’t mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one need to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot – then she thought again about Malachi 3:3 “He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The man answered yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, “How do you know when the silver is fully refined?” He smiled at her and answered, “Oh, that’s easy – when I see my image in it.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;If today, you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God holds you in His hands, watching you until He sees His image in you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0.5in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Steve Green recorded a song about the Refiner’s fire that explains it far better than I ever could:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;The Refiner's Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;There burns a fire with sacred heat&lt;br /&gt;White hot with holy flame&lt;br /&gt;And all who dare pass through its blaze&lt;br /&gt;Will not emerge the same&lt;br /&gt;Some as bronze, and some as silver&lt;br /&gt;Some as gold, then with great skill&lt;br /&gt;All are hammered by their sufferings&lt;br /&gt;On the anvil of His will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus:&lt;/u&gt; The Refiner's fire&lt;br /&gt;Has now become my soul’s desire&lt;br /&gt;Purged and cleansed and purified&lt;br /&gt;That the Lord be glorified&lt;br /&gt;He is consuming my soul&lt;br /&gt;Refining me, making me whole&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I may lose&lt;br /&gt;I choose the Refiner's fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning now to trust His touch&lt;br /&gt;To crave the fire's embrace&lt;br /&gt;For though my past with sin was etched&lt;br /&gt;His mercies did erase&lt;br /&gt;Each time His purging cleanses deeper&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure that I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;Yet the strength in growing weaker&lt;br /&gt;Keeps my hungry soul alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Words and music by Jon Mohr and Randall Dennis&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 1989 Birdwing Music/Jonathan Mark Music (admin. by Gaither copyright management)/J.R. Dennis Music. All rights reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permission.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Father God, thank you for the Refiner’s fire. Help us to trust you, knowing that You hold us in your hands as we go through the Refiner’s fire. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-2015852414727771328?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/2015852414727771328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=2015852414727771328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2015852414727771328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2015852414727771328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-twenty-four-gift-of-silver.html' title='Day Twenty Four: The Gift of Silver'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-2228532849625895232</id><published>2011-12-19T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T03:00:18.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><title type='text'>Day Twenty Three: The Gift of Trials</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; (James 1:2-4) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Just in case anyone thinks this verse is not written to them as a believer, the footnote in the New International Version says: “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James%201:2-4&amp;amp;version=NIV#en-NIV-30269" title="Go to James 1:2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;James 1:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; The Greek word for &lt;i&gt;brothers and sisters&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;adelphoi&lt;/i&gt;) refers here to believers, both men and women, as part of God’s family.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Nowhere in the Bible does it say that Christians will not suffer. In fact, it is something we should expect and for which we should be prepared. Please don’t misunderstand me – I’m not saying we should walk around in fear, waiting for something bad to happen. But I am saying we should not bury our heads in the sand, thinking because we are Christians, all the trials and tribulations of this life will pass us by. No, in fact the above Scripture tells us just the opposite. We &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; face trials and we should consider it joy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;In &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The Message&lt;/i&gt;, these verses are even more specific: “Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don't try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“He’s kidding, right? I am to consider trials a gift?” Surely the author of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The Message&lt;/i&gt;, Eugene Peterson, totally messed up that interpretation. But when we receive a gift, isn’t it usually a time of joy, such as Christmas or birthday? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“My faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors.” Ouch. Now he’s getting too personal. Yet, how many times in my life have I gone through a trial, kicking and screaming all the way? How many times, rather than standing in faith, have I stomped my feet and pitched a fit, like a two year old who can’t have her way? Instead of letting my faith “do the talking” how often have I questioned, “Why me?” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“Why us?” More times than I care to admit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;So what do I need to do about these past trials where I’ve failed so miserably to “consider it a sheer gift?” I repent, asking for God’s forgiveness. And if my kicking and screaming and stomping my feet affected others around me (and don’t think it didn’t), I ask for their forgiveness also. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Then I must make sure that I am prepared for the next trials. And that’s not a typo – trials. Because there will always be more than one. Here’s how I prepare:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;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 &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;after you have done everything, to stand.&lt;/b&gt; 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. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people. &lt;/em&gt;(Ephesians 6:13-18) (emphasis mine)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As Christians, none of us can control what trials come our way, or when they come. But we can react with joy, “considering it to be a gift.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Abba Father, thank you for the gift of trials and for the faith and perseverance those trials produce. Help me to always have on my armor and be prepared when trials come my way. Thank you, Father. Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-2228532849625895232?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/2228532849625895232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=2228532849625895232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2228532849625895232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2228532849625895232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-twenty-three-gift-of-trials.html' title='Day Twenty Three: The Gift of Trials'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-4321155214956359731</id><published>2011-12-18T03:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T03:00:01.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='administration; gift'/><title type='text'>Day Twenty two: The Gift of Administration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The Gift of Administration&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians+12:28&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1 Corinthians 12:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;And in the church God has appointed first of all apostles, second prophets, third teachers, then workers of miracles, also those having &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt;s of healing, those able to help others, those with &lt;b&gt;gift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;s&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;b&gt;administration&lt;/b&gt;, and those speaking in different kinds of tongues.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Years ago, I wondered why God created the gift of administration. I considered it one of the “lesser” gifts – not that there is such a thing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I asked God one day why He created the gift of administration and He quickly showed me that He is a God of Order. When He created the world and all that is within, He did it in an orderly fashion. On the first day, He created light and dark. On the second day, He created the sky, separating the water from the sky. On the third day, He created the land. He didn’t create light one day and go back three or four days later and create dark.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There was organization and order to what He did. Okay – I got it – and once I got it, He showed me that what I had assumed I had learned over the years of being in the administration field, wasn’t the case at all. He had given me the gift of administration. &lt;u&gt;To the extreme&lt;/u&gt;. I write that, not to brag at all, but to say that I can drive people nuts (and have done so) because I am so organized. I make lists for everything. I sometimes jokingly say I need a list of the current running lists I have! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;This gift has been and is truly a blessing. It has opened doors for promotion in my career that I probably would not have gotten without this gift. It has saved my job countless times as various bosses run out the door, yelling, “where’s the…..” and I find the requested item and hand it to him/her before apoplexy starts. And the gift has helped keep me on track personally. Just don’t come to my house and look in my closets – the gift of administration stops at all my closet doors and refuses to go in!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;How has the gift of administration helped me spiritually?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have served in numerous volunteer positions in churches over the years and I have used this gift in many of those positions, especially in teaching and in committee work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I have served as a Church Business Administrator for over fifteen years at two different churches.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Many people do not want to think of the church as a “business” and I totally agree with their viewpoint. A church is a ministry, but there is a business aspect to it. After all, if there is not someone to make sure the power bill gets paid, the ministry will cease to function very quickly. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;But the gift is also used in other aspects of the church office.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Countless numbers of times I have been used to talk to people who are in need of encouragement, who need prayer, who need someone to listen. I have been humbled and honored to be the one to talk and pray with them. How does administration play into that? It allows me to adjust my schedule to help these people, which is what I love to do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I am also a Christian counselor and have had the opportunity to counsel a number of people on being organized and time management. If a person’s lack of organization prevents them, for whatever reason, from doing what God has called them to do, then that is an aspect of their life that they should work on improving so they can do the things God has for them to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;So the gift I thought of as a “lesser” gift has and continues to play an important role in my life. I love every aspect of administration and I am grateful to God for blessing me with this gift.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Has God gifted you with the gift of administration? If so, are you using it to His glory? If not, and you desire to be more organized, pray and ask for the gift of administration. Before you know it, you just might be making lists, too!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Father God, Your gifts are beyond measure!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;How awesome it is that You know the very gifts we need and You bestow those gifts upon us!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you, Abba Father.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;May we never take any gift for granted, but use them to bring You honor and glory! AMEN!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-4321155214956359731?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/4321155214956359731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=4321155214956359731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/4321155214956359731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/4321155214956359731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-twenty-two-gift-of-administration.html' title='Day Twenty two: The Gift of Administration'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-8019945618005088557</id><published>2011-12-17T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T03:00:09.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Day Twentyone: The Gift of Family and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Gift of Family and Friends&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;“…but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.” Proverbs 24b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;God has gifted me today with a wonderful family and great friends. If you have read my past blogs, you probably read about my family. I am married to my soul mate and best friend, Dave. I have two wonderful adult children, Kim and Kyle and a fantabulous (my new word I created: a combination of “fantastic” and “fabulous”) grandson, Mackenzie. I am blessed that my parents are still living and I have one sister who I love dearly. There are also “family” members who, although not related by blood, they are still precious family to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;God has blessed me with many faithful friends throughout the years. (There is not enough space to write about all of them and to avoid offending anyone, I have left out the names of the two that I mention.) I have one friend with whom I grew up. Our parents were best friends and she and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. We don’t get to spend as much time together as I would like, but when we get together, it’s as if we had seen each other the day before.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Another friend is a strong and mighty prayer warrior. I know that I can call her any time – day or night – and she will drop what she is doing and pray with me over the phone. She has a delightful laugh that cheers me instantly when I hear it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I have a number of “online” friends through the American Christian Fiction Writers group. I had the pleasure of meeting some of these writers in September at the ACFW Conference and they are just as sweet sincere in their desire to help in person as they are online. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;These men and women will take time out of their incredibly busy schedule to answer questions, give advice, and/or encouragement when needed. Many of them are successful, published authors who made a commitment to help those of us who are just getting started. And they keep their commitment every day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I belong to a group of writers, Christian Writers United, in the county where I live. This group started in November, 2008, so we are just a little over two years old. Some of the original members left and some new members joined and we have become a cohesive family. The members in this group are exhorters and no one puts him/herself above anyone else in the group. We are there to encourage and support one another.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I saved my very best friend for last. There really is a “Friend who sticks closer than a brother” and his name is Jesus. We are all human and as hard as we may try to not fail our friends, there will be times when we do. It’s the nature of the beast. This Friend, however, will never fail us. He will never leave us or forsake us. He is available 24/7/365. He loves us unconditionally, extravagantly, recklessly. If you do not know Jesus as your Savior and Best Friend, find a Bible and read Romans 10:8-13. Pray and ask Jesus to be your Savior and Best Friend. It will be a friendship for eternity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Abba Father, thank you for being the Friend that is closer than a brother. I pray that if anyone reads this devotional and does not know you as their Savior, that they will read Romans 10:8-13 and will pray to receive You into their heart. I pray that You will bring Christian friends into their lives to help them as they begin their friendship with You. I ask your blessings on my family and friends and on the families and friends of everyone who reads this devotional. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;In Jesus’ name, Amen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-8019945618005088557?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/8019945618005088557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=8019945618005088557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8019945618005088557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8019945618005088557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-twentyone-gift-of-family-and.html' title='Day Twentyone: The Gift of Family and Friends'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-463480548177634636</id><published>2011-12-16T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T03:00:02.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty: The Gift of Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The Gift of Freedom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;My present today was the gift of freedom.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When we accept Jesus as our Lord and Savior, he sets us free from the bondage of sin. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;(John 8:36) Once saved, our lives are no longer tangled up in sin and shame. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The Bible says that where the Spirit of the Lord is present, there is freedom. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.&lt;/i&gt; (II Cor. 3:17) This is so true. Have you ever been in a worship service or even been worshipping by yourself, and you knew the Spirit of the Lord was present? You felt completely free during that time to worship uninhibitedly, freely.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;We are given the freedom to approach God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;In him and through faith in him we may approach God with freedom and confidence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;(Eph. 3:12) We don’t have to build up our courage, or wait until we think the timing is right. We don’t have to wait for an invitation. We have the freedom to approach God any time – day or night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The freedoms that I mentioned fall into a category that I call spiritual freedoms. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;There are also freedoms that I call secular freedoms. These are freedoms that allow us to express our beliefs publically. We have the freedom to worship where we please, when we please and how we please. We do not have to hide our Bibles, much less our faith. We are free to witness to others anytime. We have the right to assemble together in church buildings and storefront buildings and borrowed locations all over America. My concern is that these freedoms are in grave danger. Other religions in America are being given preferential treatment while Christianity is being choked out of existence. We as Christians need to stand up for our rights and not have the defeatist attitude that seems to have overtaken so many. I, for one, love my freedom to worship publically and do not want to lose it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Father God, I pray that you will give us the courage to stand up for our rights as&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Christians. I pray that You will show us when to act, what to do and what to say. I ask that You stir the hearts of all Christians that we might stand united as one for our religious freedoms. In Jesus’ name, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-463480548177634636?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/463480548177634636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=463480548177634636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/463480548177634636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/463480548177634636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-twenty-gift-of-freedom.html' title='Day Twenty: The Gift of Freedom'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-1441715927134997175</id><published>2011-12-15T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T03:00:19.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plenty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment; need'/><title type='text'>Day Nineteen: The Gift of Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;The Gift of Contentment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.” &lt;/i&gt;(Philippians 4:11-12)&lt;/div&gt;The Apostle Paul wrote these verses as he sat in a dirty, foul-smelling Roman prison. Yet, he was truly content. Had that been me, I’m sure I would have been screaming – furious at the lack of cleanliness, furious at the circumstances, furious at the unfairness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I have experienced times of true contentment. I have realized that these times of true contentment are when I have listened and been obedient to what God has told me to do. Or the times when I have relinquished to God a problem I’ve been wrestling with and I’ve left that problem with Him to solve. I’ve completely let go of worrying about it, of trying to “fix it” and left it in Jesus’ most capable hands to resolve it as He sees fit. That is very hard for me to do – I’m such a fixer – I want to fix everything. And I’m impatient too. I want to fix it and I want to fix it NOW! So in addition to giving that problem to God, I have to be content with His timetable – not mine. It’s not easy, but I’m learning. One thing I do know – God’s solutions are always more satisfactory than mine would ever be and the contentment is much sweeter than when I try to fix the problem. In fact, there is no contentment when I try to fix the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;My commitment is to learn to live in true contentment all the time. It should be easy. All I have to do is unfurl this fist that is tightly woven around this problem…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Father, I ask in the name of Jesus, that You would help us let go of the problems that would prevent us from being content. I pray that You would enable us to leave those problems in Your hands, knowing that Your solutions are always for the best. In Jesus’ name, Amen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;© December, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-1441715927134997175?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/1441715927134997175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=1441715927134997175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/1441715927134997175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/1441715927134997175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-nineteen-gift-of-contentment.html' title='Day Nineteen: The Gift of Contentment'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-6492324248830452494</id><published>2011-12-14T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T03:00:01.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiet time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedules;'/><title type='text'>Day Eighteen: The Gift of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Gift of Time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;In the busiest season of the year, who could not use a gift of more time in the day?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I certainly could! Instead of 24 hours, could I have 30? Here’s the thing: if I had 30, I’d need (or at least think I’d need) 35 hours in a day. Just like a suitcase that is bulging at the seams, I can always pack more “stuff” into my schedule. Do you think God had me (and you other “A type” personalities) in mind when He assigned only 24 hours to each day? Maybe He doesn’t want us to cram as much as we possibly can into each day. Interesting thought…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;If God doesn’t want us to fill our day completely with our “to-do” list, what does He want us to do with the gift of time He has given each of us?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Some time ago, I wrote a blog on what God wants me to do each day. The premise of the blog was to ask God every morning what He wanted me to do that day. I would listen, and whatever He told me to do, I would do it to the best of my ability with His help. Some days, there would not be a specific answer from God. However, there are things God expects us to do every day without having to be told: to be His light in the world; to be Jesus to everyone we meet throughout the day; help those in need, to the best of our ability; to “pray without ceasing.” &lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;(I Thess. 5:17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;There is also this little word “priorities.” I fully believe that God is a God of order and priorities. He showed us this in the book of Genesis, when He created the world. Each day, God created specific things—light, sky, land, birds, creatures of the sea, animals, man and woman. There was an order to everything He did and there is still an order to His work today. So what are our priorities for each day? Obviously, mine will not look like yours, and yours will not look like mine. Yet, there should be a few priorities that are the same. We should all have our Bible reading and prayer time as one of the top priorities on our schedule. If we don’t, we need to re-do our schedule. I realize that some people cannot have their Bible reading and prayer time early in the morning because of their work schedule or other obligations. But those two activities need to be on our schedules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;No matter what our schedules look like—if we have a job outside the home, if we are stay-at-home moms whose schedule is even busier than those who work outside the home, if we are the breadwinner, a single mom, a widow or widower, it makes no difference. God expects us to use our time wisely. After all, He gave us the gift of time. Should we not use it the way He desires us to use it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Father God, thank You for the gift of time. Thank You that, in Your wisdom, You only gave us twenty-four hours a day. Every day, but especially during this season, help each one of us to use our days to do what You would have us to do. In Jesus’ name, AMEN.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-6492324248830452494?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/6492324248830452494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=6492324248830452494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/6492324248830452494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/6492324248830452494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-eighteen-gift-of-time.html' title='Day Eighteen: The Gift of Time'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-6089386823721847881</id><published>2011-12-13T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T08:20:02.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>Day Seventeen:  The Gift of Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Gift of Truth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;John 8:32:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;In order to understand how truth sets us free, we must first look at how not knowing the truth keeps us bound.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;What people perceive to be the truth is truth to them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Whether or not it’s really truth has nothing to do with what they believe.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Their perception—about themselves, others, any situation—is truth to them. For example, when a woman looks in the mirror and tells herself, “You’re fat, you’re disgusting, no one can love you if you look like this,” that is truth to her, even if she weighs one hundred pounds and is five feet, six inches. Because she believes what she says, it is truth to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Another example is the person who tells themselves that God doesn’t love him or her. “I know He loves others, but not me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve done too many bad things for Him to love me.” Until the real truth is revealed to this person, and they come to know and believe that God truly does love them, he or she will believe that He doesn’t love them and &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; will be his or her truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Where do we find the truth?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The same place we find all of the answers to our questions and challenges.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We find truth in the Bible. As we search the Scriptures, God reveals the truth to the answers we seek. When we pray and listen to God, He will speak to us, providing us with the answers we need. And as we sit in His presence, He will pour out His love into our hearts and lives, showing us how much He adores us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;God will also reveal Himself and His truth in the sacrament of the body and blood of our Lord Jesus Christ. We “celebrate the Eucharist” or as some denominations call it “take communion.” Whatever your denomination calls it, it is a time of remembrance and reflection, and listening to God as He may speak to you during this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;My prayer for you during this Advent Season is that “you will know the truth and the truth will set you free!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Father God, I ask in the name of Jesus that You reveal the truth to each one who is searching today. Whether they are searching for truth about themselves, others or a situation they find themselves in, I pray that You will reveal the truth to them, giving them Your wisdom and guidance. In Jesus’ name I pray, AMEN.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-6089386823721847881?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/6089386823721847881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=6089386823721847881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/6089386823721847881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/6089386823721847881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-seventeen-gift-of-truth.html' title='Day Seventeen:  The Gift of Truth'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-8486727701034762416</id><published>2011-12-12T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T03:00:04.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='provision; gift'/><title type='text'>Day Sixteen: The Gift of Provision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;THE GIFT OF PROVISION&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;John 10:10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The thief comes only to &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;steal&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;destroy&lt;/span&gt;; I have come that they may have life, and have it more abundantly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;The gift I opened this morning is the gift of provision. As the Scripture states in John 10:10, Jesus has come that we may have an abundant life. Many people interpret this verse to mean that Jesus came to give us eternal life in heaven if we receive him as Savior. That is true – and it will be a glorious eternity!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But I also believe it means that we can have an abundant life on earth. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;God wants to bless his people here as a testimony to His love for us and to His greatness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Philippians 4:19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;But my &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;shall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;supply&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; your &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus. (NIV)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;You can be sure that God will take care of everything you need, his generosity exceeding even yours in the glory that pours from Jesus. (The Message)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;God is in the business of meeting our needs!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Psalm 138:8&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The LORD will perfect that which concerns me.(KJV)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;Our needs, wants and concerns make up a part of our lives. But God plainly states that He will supply our needs and He will perfect – “take care of” – those things that concern us. Again, He does this because He loves us and wants to bless us and so that the testimony of praise will be given to Him and not to a person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: white; tab-stops: right 6.5in;"&gt;This is not to say that the Christian life is free of heartache and trials. If you’ve lived any length of time, you know this. But God still provides what we need because He walks with us through those trials and heartaches. He will lead us, guide our steps and grow us as He teaches us spiritual truths during those times. And He never stops loving us and He never leaves us or forsakes us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: white; tab-stops: right 6.5in;"&gt;God is concerned with everything we are concerned about; He is concerned with every aspect of our lives. And He will provide all that we need—in good times and in difficult times.&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Abba Father, Thank You that You love us so much that our concerns are Your concerns. Thank You that You are the Giver of Life and that You give us life more abundantly. May we never take that life for granted! In Jesus’ name, AMEN.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-8486727701034762416?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/8486727701034762416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=8486727701034762416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8486727701034762416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8486727701034762416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-sixteen-gift-of-provision.html' title='Day Sixteen: The Gift of Provision'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-2268848843277379960</id><published>2011-12-11T03:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T03:00:07.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protection; deliverance'/><title type='text'>Day Fifteen: The Gift of Protection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;THE GIFT OF PROTECTION&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="psalmnumber" style="margin: 6pt 0in 9pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Psalm 91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="vrsone" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 18.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="vrsone" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 18.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;I will say of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="nivsmallcaps1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; “He is my refuge and my fortress,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;my God, in whom I trust.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;and from the deadly pestilence. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="vrsone" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 18.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; He will cover you with his feathers,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;and under his wings you will find refuge;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="vrsone" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 18.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; You will not fear the terror of night,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;nor the arrow that flies by day, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="vrsone" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 18.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;nor the plague that destroys at midday. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="vrsone" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 18.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; A thousand may fall at your side,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;ten thousand at your right hand,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;but it will not come near you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="vrsone" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 18.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; You will only observe with your eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;and see the punishment of the wicked. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; If you make the Most High your dwelling—&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;even the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="nivsmallcaps1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; who is my refuge— &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="vrsone" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 18.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; then no harm will befall you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;no disaster will come near your tent. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="vrsone" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 18.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; For he will command his angels concerning you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;to guard you in all your ways; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="vrsone" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 18.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; they will lift you up in their hands,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="vrsone" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 18.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; You will tread upon the lion and the cobra;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;you will trample the great lion and the serpent. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; “Because he loves me,” says the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="nivsmallcaps1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; “I will rescue him;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="vrsone" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 18.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; He will call upon me, and I will answer him;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;I will be with him in trouble,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;will deliver him and honor him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="vrsone" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 18.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; With long life will I satisfy him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;and show him my salvation.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;Psalm 91 is the protection chapter of the Bible. In fact, at one time, there was a saying to the effect of Psalm 91:1 is the 911 call of Christians. It could be said that the 91&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; chapter is our 911 call to the Lord. We are told that the Lord is our refuge and strength and that we can trust in Him. We are promised that His faithfulness will be our shield and rampart; that we can hide underneath the shadow of His wings. We are protected from &lt;span style="color: #001320;"&gt;the terror of night, the arrow that flies by day, the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, and the plague that destroys at midday. And the list goes on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What this chapter says to me, is that not only are we protected from those things that are listed, but anything that concerns us. Look at verses 15-16: “&lt;span style="color: #001320;"&gt;He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation.” Another scripture Psalms 138:8, says that God will “perfect those things that concern us.” In other words, He will take care of all of our concerns – if we will let Him. In today’s world, there is much about which to be concerned. But God is still on the throne; He is still in charge. And He will answer our prayers and will take care of our concerns.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Father God, thank You for protecting us. Thank you for answering our prayers and for taking care of all the things that concern us. May we always be aware of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Your protecting presence in our lives. We love you Abba Father. Amen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-2268848843277379960?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/2268848843277379960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=2268848843277379960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2268848843277379960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2268848843277379960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-fifteen-gift-of-protection.html' title='Day Fifteen: The Gift of Protection'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-1928988696642480588</id><published>2011-12-10T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T08:00:06.393-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Day Fourteen:  The Gift of Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Gift of Health*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;3 John 2: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Beloved, I pray that you may prosper in all things, and &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;be in health&lt;/b&gt;, just as your soul prospers.”&lt;/i&gt; (New King James Bible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Isaiah 53:5 &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“…and by His stripes we &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;are&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;healed&lt;/b&gt;.”&lt;/i&gt; (New King James Bible) (emphasis mine; present tense)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Psalm 103:3 &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;He forgives your sins—every one. He heals your diseases—every one.&lt;/i&gt; (The Message)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;These are just three of the many verses on healing and health. We know that it is God’s will and purpose for us to live in health. So why do so many of us, me included, have health issues? When we pray for people to be healed, why aren’t they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;These are, frankly, questions that I have struggled with for a long time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will be taking my husband to the hospital in less than two hours to have his fifth surgery in less than two years. We have prayed for him to be healed. Others have prayed for him to be healed. He has been anointed with oil and prayed over to be healed. So why hasn’t he been healed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;It is not because we don’t believe God can heal him. We do. I have seen God’s healing power work in my own life and the lives of others. We know God can heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;I think illness is a part of life. I’m not saying we should accept it as such. We should always pray and believe for healing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What I am saying is because of the sin of Adam and Eve, evil entered the world and sickness is part of that evil. I do not believe sickness is punishment for a sin that the sick person committed!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am only saying that I believe illness is part of the evil in the world and because we live in the world, there will be times when we are sick.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Regardless of how we get sick, or why we get sick, our responsibility as Christians is to believe for healing. We should ask God to use the illness as a time to teach us things He wants us to know and make this a time for spiritual growth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Father, I pray that you will touch each person that reads this blog today. If they are ill, I pray in the name of Jesus that You will heal them as they read this blog. Strengthen their faith in Your healing power.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Help them to lean on You to meet all of their needs, Thank you Father for loving us so much You desire for us to live full and healthy lives here on earth. AMEN.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;*Written December 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;© 2009 Edwina E. Cowgill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-1928988696642480588?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/1928988696642480588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=1928988696642480588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/1928988696642480588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/1928988696642480588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-fourteen-gift-of-health.html' title='Day Fourteen:  The Gift of Health'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-8549747382313975120</id><published>2011-12-09T03:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T03:00:08.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='servant'/><title type='text'>Day Thirdteen: The Gift of Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The Gift of Service&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I Corinthians 12:4-5 There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit. There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Dictionary.com defines service as “&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;an act of helpful activity; help; aid: &lt;span class="ital-inline1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to do someone a service.” Another definition listed is “&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the serving of God by obedience, piety, etc.: &lt;span class="ital-inline1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;voluntary service.” If we combine these two definitions to develop a “spiritual” definition, it might look something like this: The activity of obeying God’s command to serve others. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Matthew 35:25-40 “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?' &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.' “&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;As it says in I Corinthians 12, there are different kinds of service. Many people have been given the serving gift of hospitality. Not only can they whip up a gourmet meal to take to someone who’s just gotten home from the hospital, they will also open their home for indefinite periods of time to host missionaries, evangelists and those who are displaced. When it comes to hospitality, unexpected guests for dinner, or guests who stay for months, do not rattle them. There is nothing related to hospitality this group of people can’t do. It is a special gift and calling with which God has blessed them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;There is also the serving gift of helps. By “helps” I mean helping in ways that those being helped cannot do. For example, repairs to items in the home, or the house itself, or car repairs. Some people help by running errands, driving those who can’t drive to the doctor or grocery store. The serving gift of helps is an extremely important one, especially to those in need.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Many people have the serving gift of visitation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Most people probably don’t look at visitation as a gift. Have you ever known anyone who is comfortable in any situation? They can go into a stranger’s home and immediately put everyone at ease. They can visit those that mourn and know exactly what to say to bring comfort to the mourner. They can call on those in the hospital and bring cheer by their very presence. That is the serving gift of visitation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Jesus was a servant. We don’t often look at Him that way. What we consider miracles was simply an act of service to Him. He served the people by feeding the multitude. He served His disciples by teaching them. He served the sick by healing them. Everything Jesus did during His three short years of ministry was an act of service.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;He has given each of us the gift of service. Some will have the gift of helps or hospitality, as already mentioned. Others may have the gift of exhortation, or encouragement, still others may have the gift of showing mercy or the gift of teaching. All of these are used in our service to others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;What is your gift of service?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Father God, during this season of Advent, may we use these gifts that You have graciously given us to bless others. Open our eyes that we may see the opportunities to serve others. Give us courage to move forward and help when we see those opportunities. I ask that You bless everyone that we serve. In Jesus’ matchless name, AMEN.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-8549747382313975120?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/8549747382313975120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=8549747382313975120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8549747382313975120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8549747382313975120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-thirdteen-gift-of-service.html' title='Day Thirdteen: The Gift of Service'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-4754585145755213973</id><published>2011-12-08T03:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T03:00:16.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everlasting love'/><title type='text'>Day Twelve: The Gift of His Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The Gift of His Passion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Passion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; intense, driving, or overmastering feeling or conviction; a strong liking or desire for or devotion to some activity, object, or concept.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/passion"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; means intense emotion, compelling action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/passion"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; applies to an emotion that is deeply stirring or ungovernable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;God is a God of passion for creativity and beauty. His passion created the world and all that is within. His passion for beauty can be seen as we behold a sunrise on an early spring morning, the colors in a field of wild flowers, the multitude of stars we can see on a clear night. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;His passion for us can be found throughout the Bible. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Yes, I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore with loving-kindness have I drawn you and continued My faithfulness to you.&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(Jeremiah 31:3*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The Lord your &lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt; is in the midst of you, a Mighty One, a Savior [Who saves]! He will rejoice over you with joy; He will rest [in silent satisfaction] and in His &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; He will be silent and make no mention [of past sins, or even recall them]; He will exult over you with singing. (Zephaniah 3:17 Amplified)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.” (Song of Solomon 6:3 New King James Bible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; you have ravished my heart with one look of your eyes.” (Song of Solomon 4:9 NKJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Many people believe the Song of Solomon is a love story between a bridegroom and his bride. And that is true, but not in the sense that they are assuming. The Bridegroom (or the Beloved) is God and the Bride (or the Shulamite) is His Church. That’s right—you, me and all who believe in the Lord Jesus Christ as their Savior. So when the verse says “You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride, you have ravished my heart with one look of your eyes” that is God speaking to us. Can you begin to understand the extravagance of His love for you? His passion for you? With just one “look”—glance—from &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; to Him—&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; ravish His heart—&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;you &lt;/b&gt;make His heart beat faster. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;His passion in us brings out the creativity that He placed in us. Have you ever known a painter who does not have passion for painting? Or a musician who does not love to sing or play their instrument? It is their passion for their calling that stirs their creativity. This passion to be creative is in each of us, even those who may not know Christ as their Savior.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The most obvious example of God’s passion for us is shown when He gave His only Son to die on the cross for us. Can you imagine His pain? His anguish? The tears He shed? To watch His son die and turn His back on Him so that we might have eternal life? Can you begin to fathom the depth of His love for you? His love for you knows no beginning or end. It is eternal and unconditional.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;If Christ is living in us, we have that same passion. Not that God is asking us to give our son so that the world might be saved, but to apply His passion that is in us to everything we do and say. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;“How can I do that?” I can hear some of you asking. “How can I apply His passion when I hate my _______?” (You fill in the blank) Suppose you filled in the blank with “job.” The Bible says everything we do, should be done as unto the Lord. When you do your job as unto the Lord, it is easy to have passion for that job…or marriage…or life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Father God, thank you for the gift of passion. May everything we do and say be filled with Your passion that resides in us. In Jesus’ name, Amen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-4754585145755213973?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/4754585145755213973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=4754585145755213973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/4754585145755213973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/4754585145755213973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-twelve-gift-of-his-passion.html' title='Day Twelve: The Gift of His Passion'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-6273131340421555488</id><published>2011-12-07T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T03:00:12.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><title type='text'>Day Eleven: The Gift of Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Gift of Compassion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I have always said I have compassion for others. But I must confess I have sometimes added “up to a point.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When I said that statement and those listening to me would look at me rather strangely, I would attempt to clarify my remark. “You know, we should help a person only so much and then they should “be able to make it on their own.” In my arrogance, I would make this comment without knowing the full background of the person being helped. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’m not making excuses, although I’m sure it sounds like I am, but I had become jaded. I was working as a Church Business Administrator (and still am) and part of my responsibilities was to speak with those who called or came by the church seeking financial assistance. I had seen everything – from a person living out of their dilapidated car to a person who arrived in a brand new Camero to pick up a check to assist in paying their rent.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Eventually, God got fed up with my arrogance and said to me, “Who do you think you are? You are guilty of judging these people. You do not know their circumstances, yet you presume to only have compassion ‘up to a point.’ &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I have unlimited compassion and if you desire to be more like Me, you must repent and allow My compassion to flow through you to others.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ouch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, I was on my face, repenting and asking God to pour His compassion through me. He did forgive me and began to allow me to see others through His eyes. And what an eye-opener that was. We never know what is going on behind closed doors. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I also researched the compassion of Jesus and found that as in all situations, Jesus is no respecter of persons when it comes to compassion.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just a few references:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mark 6:34:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Compassion towards those in the multitude who were distressed and scattered abroad as sheep without a shepherd&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mark 8:2: Compassion on the multitude in general&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Matthew 20:34: Compassion on the blind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mark 9: 22, 25: Compassion on the demonized, the victims of the power of unclean spirits&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mark 1:40-41: Compassion on the leper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Luke 7:12-13: Compassion on the bereaved&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;There are many more scriptures but I’m sure you are beginning to see my point. He had compassion on all who needed it. He was not selective and his compassion did not go “up to a point” – it went all the way. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;In this day and age, when there are so many people suffering financially, physically or emotionally, may the gift of God’s compassion flow through each of us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Father God, help us to always see others through your eyes and to allow your compassion to flow through us out to them. Give us the words you would have us speak to these people to encourage them and edify them. In the name of Jesus, AMEN.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;© Edwina E. Cowgill&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;December, 2009&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-6273131340421555488?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/6273131340421555488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=6273131340421555488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/6273131340421555488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/6273131340421555488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-eleven-gift-of-compassion.html' title='Day Eleven: The Gift of Compassion'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-579943435543519871</id><published>2011-12-06T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T03:00:17.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everlasting love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>Day Ten: The Gift of His Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.6pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2009/12/gift-of-his-love.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #473624; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;THE GIFT OF HIS LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #29303b; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.6pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.6pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #29303b; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jeremiah 31:3: &lt;i&gt;“…I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16 &lt;i&gt;“For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son; that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing gift! To think that Almighty God loved you and me so much that He sent His son to be born of a virgin, in the lowliest, most humble place possible – a stable, with a manger as His bed – is mind-boggling. Then God caused Him who knew no sin to become sin for us and to pay the ultimate price for us so, when we die, if we have accepted Jesus as our Lord and Savior, we will leave our temporary home here on earth to live eternally in heaven with God and all the saints. It leaves me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I have heard many people say “I’m sure he died for your sins, but not mine.” Or “I’m not good enough.” Or “I just don’t believe he died for me.” Or some other unbelieving remark. The Bible says “God is no respecter of persons.” In other words, if He did it for one person, He did it for all. If you had been the only living person on earth, He would have died for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some characteristics of God’s love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;• It shows no favorites&lt;/b&gt;. God loves us equally. He loves the sinner just as much as He loves the saint. He is no respecter of persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;• It is unconditional&lt;/b&gt;. It is not based on who we are, what we do or achieve. It is not based on whether or not we deserve it. God’s love is based on the fact that He created us to be His daughters and sons. We never have to work to earn the right to be loved. No matter what we do or don’t do, say or don’t say, God loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;It is boundless&lt;/b&gt;. There are no limitations, no constraints, no conditions that we must meet for God to love us. He loves us unreservedly. No ifs, ands, or buts. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;• It is extravagant&lt;/b&gt;. He pours out His love into our lives recklessly, extravagantly. Think of all the blessings He has given you. He did that because He loves you so. There have been times when He has saved you, or a loved one, from a catastrophe, even when you were not aware of it. God’s blessings, His protection, is in your life are because of His extravagant love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, the reader, don’t get anything out of any blog this month, please understand this: &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;GOD LOVES YOU –unconditionally, boundlessly, extravagantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abba Father, how can we thank you enough for your love for us? It leaves us speechless, but still we humbly say thank you. May we always be aware of your love surrounding us. We love you Abba Father. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-579943435543519871?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/579943435543519871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=579943435543519871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/579943435543519871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/579943435543519871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-ten-gift-of-his-love.html' title='Day Ten: The Gift of His Love'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-7123159922537022857</id><published>2011-12-05T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T03:00:14.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reconciliation; forgiveness'/><title type='text'>Day Nine: The Gift of Reconciliation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;THE GIFT OF RECONCILIATION&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;II Corinthians 5: 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rtext"&gt;-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #001320; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt; “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;But all things are of God, who reconciled us to himself through Jesus Christ, and gave to us the ministry of &lt;span class="boldtext1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reconciliation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; namely, that God was in Christ reconciling the world to himself, not reckoning to them their trespasses, and having committed to us the word of &lt;span class="boldtext1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reconciliation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Acts 7:26&lt;span style="color: #001320;"&gt; “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The day following, he appeared to them as they fought, and urged them to be at peace again, saying, ‘Sirs, you are brothers. Why do you wrong one another?’”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;One of the definitions of “reconcile” according to Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary is:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;1 : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;to restore to friendship or harmony &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconciliation comes as a result of forgiveness. If you missed the devotional on forgiveness, please go back to Day Eight and read that topic. You need to understand what it means to truly forgive someone before you can understand reconciliation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: right 6.5in;"&gt;God takes reconciliation seriously. So much so that he addresses it in Matthew 5:22-24: &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;But I say to you that everyone who is angry with his brother shall be guilty before the court; and whoever says to his brother, 'You good-for-nothing,' shall be guilty before the supreme court; and whoever says, 'You fool,' shall be guilty enough to go into the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;fiery hell. ‘Therefore if you are presenting your offering at the altar, and there remember that your brother has something against you, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;leave your offering there before the altar and go; first be reconciled to your brother, and then come and present your offering. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(emphasis mine). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: right 6.5in;"&gt;If there is someone who has something against you, why not go to them as the Bible says and be reconciled?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It doesn’t matter who started the argument. It doesn’t matter what the argument was about. It doesn’t matter where the fault lies. It will not matter six months from now. But what will matter is that you are obedient to what God’s Word says. Go back to the top of this blog and read 2 Corinthians 5:18-19 again. God loved us so much that He reconciled us to Him through His Son and does not count our trespasses against us because of that reconciliation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;How can we do any less than obey Him by seeking reconciliation with the person who has something against us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: right 6.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Abba Father, thank You for reconciling us to You and for giving us the ministry of reconciliation. Help us to have courage to approach those who have something against us and ask their forgiveness. We pray this in Your name, AMEN.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: right 6.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-7123159922537022857?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/7123159922537022857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=7123159922537022857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/7123159922537022857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/7123159922537022857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-nine-gift-of-reconciliation.html' title='Day Nine: The Gift of Reconciliation'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-5757861109325832172</id><published>2011-12-04T03:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T03:00:13.497-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><title type='text'>Day Eight: The Gift of Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 138.0pt center 3.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;THE GIFT OF FORGIVENESS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+86:5&amp;amp;version=KJV"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Psalm 86:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;For thou, Lord, art good, and ready to &lt;b&gt;forgive&lt;/b&gt;; and plenteous in mercy unto all them that call upon thee&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+32:1&amp;amp;version=KJV"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Psalm 32:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Blessed is he whose transgression is &lt;b&gt;forgive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;n&lt;/b&gt;, whose sin is covered.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Today’s gift is forgiveness. One of the most precious gifts God has given us, for without forgiveness, there is no relationship with God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I love the two verses at the top of this blog. The first verse assures us that when we go to God in prayer and repent of the sins we’ve committed, He is waiting and ready to forgive. I can almost see Him in my mind’s eye. He is standing, watching me as I kneel and He is silently encouraging me to come to Him and repent. When I do ask for His forgiveness, I see His face break out into a huge smile as He grants me forgiveness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Of course, you realize there is nothing really scriptural about what I see in my mind’s eye, but I still like to visualize it. It helps me realize how eager God truly is to forgive me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I think the main reason God is eager to forgive me because until there is forgiveness, our relationship is not as it should be. We cannot commune together like we normally would. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I am not able to praise and worship as I’d like to and I am not able to receive His ministry until that sin which stands between us is forgiven and wiped away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;There is a condition to forgiveness. Matthew 6:14-15: &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;That is really a strong statement – God will not forgive us if we do not forgive others who have sinned against us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;I can hear some of you saying, “but you don’t know how deeply wounded I am.” Yes, actually I do, because I’ve been deeply wounded. So deeply wounded that even though I knew I must forgive, it took me a very long time to forgive and mean it. The Bible says that God knows our heart – so he knew that I realized I had to forgive this person, but I wasn’t ready yet. So, He waited until I came to Him, repented of my part in that situation and He forgave me. There is, honestly, no better feeling than to be forgiven and restored to God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;If you have sin in your life today, I encourage you to go to God and ask for forgiveness. He is waiting for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Dear Father, I repent today of sins of omission and sins of commission and ask for your forgiveness. Thank you God. Thank you for the freedom found in forgiveness and the restoration of our relationship. In Jesus’ name, AMEN.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-5757861109325832172?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/5757861109325832172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=5757861109325832172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/5757861109325832172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/5757861109325832172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-eight-gift-of-forgiveness.html' title='Day Eight: The Gift of Forgiveness'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-2150345365548543214</id><published>2011-12-03T18:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T18:20:04.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yahshua&apos;s Bridge; Sandi Rog'/><title type='text'>Mesmerizing, Moving Book</title><content type='html'>I have just finished reading &lt;em&gt;Yahshua's Bridge, &lt;/em&gt;award-winning author&amp;nbsp;Sandi Rog's second book in the Iron and the Stone series.&amp;nbsp;I have just returned to present day after spending days in Rome, AD 88. I witnessed unspeakable cruelty in the midst of beauty, hate eventually overcome by love and bitterness defeated by forgiveness. With brilliant descriptions of scenery and dialogue appropriate to the period, readers of &lt;em&gt;Yahshua's Bridge&lt;/em&gt; will have no problem becoming involved in the lives of David and Alethea, their daughter, Elianna and the hero of the story, Alexander. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;From the back cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "An amethyst stone draws him to his past. An elusive maiden draws him to his future.&amp;nbsp;Alexander is born into slavery under an abusive master: a master of his own flesh and&amp;nbsp;blood. . . a man he will never call father. Determined to break away from his master's&amp;nbsp;hold, Alexander devises a plan to purchase his freedom. But what's he to do when he&amp;nbsp;finds himself shipped off in shackles to Egypt, disappearing from the lives of everyone&amp;nbsp;he knows and loves?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of Biblical truths, this book centers around the message of forgiveness and salvation. I believe readers will&amp;nbsp;be motivated, as I was,&amp;nbsp;to examine their life for areas for which they need forgiveness.&amp;nbsp;Equally as important, readers will be challenged to forgive people who they need to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written during a time of extreme challenges, in my humble opinion, Ms. Rog has written one of the foremost historical Biblical fictions of our time. This is a book you will want to read, and read again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was provided a complimentary copy of this book for purposes of this review. I am not being compensated for this review.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-2150345365548543214?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/2150345365548543214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=2150345365548543214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2150345365548543214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2150345365548543214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/mesmerizing-moving.html' title='Mesmerizing, Moving Book'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-3182452226570405513</id><published>2011-12-03T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T03:00:09.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Day Seven: The Gift of Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;THE GIFT OF GRACE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;When I unwrapped today’s gift, it was almost like coming home…or sitting by a peaceful stream.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even the vowel “a” has a long, soothing sound to it. But grace is much more than sounds and feelings.&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;God’s grace refers to the kindness of God toward the undeserving. His mercy focuses on our helplessness or our suffering, but His grace focuses on our unworthiness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;God’s grace is completely opposite to works.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast.&lt;/i&gt; (Eph. 2:8-9) We cannot “earn” our way into heaven by doing good works. We cannot “earn” blessings by doing good works. Salvation is given to us freely because of the grace of God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;As with the other wonderful characteristics of God, His grace is boundless and never ends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;But where sin increased and abounded, grace (God's unmerited favor) has surpassed it and increased the more and super abounded, &lt;/i&gt;(Romans 5:20, Amplified). &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;The amount of God’s grace far exceeds the depth of our sin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;God’s grace works in us to help us grow to spiritual completeness and maturity. “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The God of all grace, who hath called us unto His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, establish, strengthen and settle you. &lt;/i&gt;(I Peter 5:10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;My grandfather, Papa Evans, set the bar high for his children when it came to living a Christian life. Even though he died when I was ten years old, he was a great influence on my young life. His favorite hymn talked about the “marvelous grace…that exceeds our sin.” Below are the lyrics. May you be blessed with God’s grace as you read these lyrics and may you pay His grace forward to everyone you meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Grace Greater Than Sin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvelous grace of our loving Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt!&lt;br /&gt;Yonder on Calvary’s mount outpoured,&lt;br /&gt;There where the blood of the Lamb was spilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refrain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grace, grace, God’s grace,&lt;br /&gt;Grace that will pardon and cleanse within;&lt;br /&gt;Grace, grace, God’s grace,&lt;br /&gt;Grace that is greater than all our sin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold,&lt;br /&gt;Threaten the soul with infinite loss;&lt;br /&gt;Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold,&lt;br /&gt;Points to the refuge, the mighty cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refrain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark is the stain that we cannot hide.&lt;br /&gt;What can avail to wash it away?&lt;br /&gt;Look! There is flowing a crimson tide,&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than snow you may be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chorus" style="margin: 1em 0in;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refrain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace,&lt;br /&gt;Freely bestowed on all who believe!&lt;br /&gt;You that are longing to see His face,&lt;br /&gt;Will you this moment His grace receive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refrain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="lead1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cyberhymnal.org/bio/j/o/h/johnston_jh.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Julia H. Johnston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, in &lt;span class="pub1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hymns Tried and True&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: The Bi­ble In­sti­tute Col­port­age As­so­ci­a­tion, 1911), num­ber 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Abba Father, Today, I thank you for my Papa Evans who, because of the way he lived his life and the example he set, raised all of his children to live for you. And because of that, his grandchildren know you, too. Thank You for Your grace. Thank you Father that You give us Your grace so that we may have grace towards others. AMEN.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-3182452226570405513?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/3182452226570405513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=3182452226570405513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/3182452226570405513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/3182452226570405513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-seven-gift-of-grace.html' title='Day Seven: The Gift of Grace'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-7404071863671187396</id><published>2011-12-02T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:00:01.130-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Day Six: The Gift of Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Gift of His Mercy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Our God is a God of mercy and it is a recurring theme in the Bible. The Psalmist David mentions mercy at least 27 times and the majority of those times, he is asking God to show him mercy. One of the more familiar occasions when David prays for mercy is after Nathan has confronted him regarding the adultery he committed with Bathsheba. David cried out to God, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions.”&lt;/i&gt; (Psalm 51:1 NKJV)&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Did God extend mercy to David?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Of course He did. He extends the same mercy to you and to me when we ask for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Not only does God extend His mercy towards us, but He also wants us to extend mercy to others. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Blessed are the merciful, for they shall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;obtain mercy.”&lt;/i&gt; (Matt. 5:7) This verse is based on the sowing and reaping principle found in Galatians 6:7b&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;A man &lt;b&gt;reap&lt;/b&gt;s what he &lt;b&gt;sow&lt;/b&gt;s.”&lt;/i&gt; Therefore, it stands to reason that if we sow mercy, we will reap mercy.&lt;/div&gt;What is mercy?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dictionary.com says it is “&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;compassionate or kindly forbearance shown toward an offender, an enemy, or other person in one's power; compassion, pity, or benevolence.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;I’d like to take the definition even further and say that mercy is the opposite of judgment. God should have judged us for our sins and found us guilty. Rather, He showed mercy to us and pardoned us from that judgment by having Jesus die on the cross for us and for our salvation. He gives mercy to us all the time. Just think about a typical day in your life. What happened? How many times do you now see where God extended mercy to you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;In the same way that God did not judge us, we are not to judge others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;"&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Do not judge, or you too will be judged.” &lt;/i&gt;The message doesn’t get much clearer than that. If we judge someone, we will be judged. But as we saw earlier, Matthew 5:7 tells us if we are merciful, then God will show us mercy. I don’t know about you, but I’d much prefer mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Father God, thank you for your mercy. Thank you for extending your mercy to me when You should have been judged me. Forgive me for those times I have judged others rather than extending mercy. Help me to always extend mercy to everyone I come into contact with every day. AMEN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-7404071863671187396?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/7404071863671187396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=7404071863671187396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/7404071863671187396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/7404071863671187396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-six-gift-of-mercy.html' title='Day Six: The Gift of Mercy'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-5465291056481333057</id><published>2011-12-01T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T03:00:19.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lord&apos;s Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advent'/><title type='text'>Day Five: The Gift of Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Gift of Prayer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I consider prayer a gift from God. Some people consider it a privilege and I can see where they might get that idea. It is a privilege and honor to come into the presence of the Almighty God and talk with Him. Some people consider it an obligation. There have been times in the past when I was not where I should be spiritually, that I’ve considered it an obligation as well. But truly, it is a gift. One that we do not take advantage of—or at least I don’t—often enough.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Prayer is a gift because it allows us to come into the presence of God and communicate with Him. Prayer allows me to share my innermost thoughts, desires, and needs. But it is much more than that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Gifts inside of the Gift&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Have you ever received a Christmas gift and opened it to find another wrapped box inside? You open that box only to find another wrapped box. You continue to do this until you get to the smallest box and there is the actual gift. I find prayer to be like this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;These “gifts within the gift” are best illustrated through what we know as The Lord’s Prayer. When the disciples asked Jesus to teach them how to pray, He gave them this prayer as a guide:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our Father in heaven, &lt;br /&gt;hallowed be your name, &lt;br /&gt;your kingdom come, &lt;br /&gt;your will be done &lt;br /&gt;on earth as it is in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;Give us today our daily bread. &lt;br /&gt;Forgive us our debts, &lt;br /&gt;as we also have forgiven our debtors. &lt;br /&gt;And lead us not into temptation, &lt;br /&gt;but deliver us from the evil one.&lt;sup&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;For yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Inside this gift of prayer, we find the gift of praise and adoration.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In The Lord’s Prayer, “hallowed” means sacred, holy, revered. God has done so much for me I cannot help but thank Him when I pray. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Forgiveness is a gift found through prayer. “Forgive us our debts (sins) as we also have forgiven our debtors (those who have sinned against us).” God’s forgiveness is a gift given to us as soon as we ask for forgiveness. Inside this gift of forgiveness we find that God remembers our sins no more after He forgives us. Note the caveat here: we must forgive those who have sinned against us, so that God can forgive us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A third gift of prayer is praying for our needs and the needs of others. “Give &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;us&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;this day our daily bread.” There are those who feel guilty praying for their own needs. “There are so many people who are worse off than I am.” That may be true and you can certainly pray for them. But in this verse, God is telling us to pray for our needs, too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Protection is also a gift of prayer. “Deliver us from the evil one” is praying for protection against all that the enemy of our souls might try to bring against us, our loved ones, our nation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;We find again in the last verse, praise and worship. This tells us that our praise and worship are important to God. They are sweet to His ears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;In the coming days of Advent, I will be writing more about these “gifts within the gift.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But for today, I am thankful for the gift of prayer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There is nothing more enjoyable than spending quiet time with God, communing with Him through prayer. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Oh, Abba Father, how sweet is your fellowship. How wonderful it is to spend time with You. You alone, O God, are worthy of all praise and honor. You alone are worthy of glory. During this Advent Season, may we make the time to spend with You, the Holy Child and the King of Kings. Amen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-5465291056481333057?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/5465291056481333057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=5465291056481333057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/5465291056481333057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/5465291056481333057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-five-gift-of-prayer.html' title='Day Five: The Gift of Prayer'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-7588729711546327887</id><published>2011-11-30T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T03:00:02.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>Day Four: The Gift of His Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The Gift of His Peace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;John 14:27 NKJV:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; “Peace I leave with you. My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The gift I unwrapped this morning is the gift of peace. What a wonderful gift! Who among us can’t use more peace in these days of uncertainty? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The type of peace Jesus is speaking of in John 14:27 is not a “surface” peace where everything looks great on the outside but on the inside we are a complete wreck. No, this peace takes root in our heart and flows to every aspect of our life—emotional, spiritual, mental and physical. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;No matter what happens, God’s peace never leaves you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is a peace the natural mind cannot comprehend. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and mind through Christ Jesus.” (Phil. 4:7 NKJV)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“You will keep him in &lt;b&gt;perfect&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;peace&lt;/b&gt;, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; (Isaiah 26:3 NKJV) How do we obtain His peace? We have to get to know Him, personally and intimately. Trust must be built and you can’t build trust if you don’t spend time with God. Then we can trust Him with all of our life, realizing He knows what is best for us. Let go of that situation(s) that worries you and trust God to deal with it. He knows far better than we do what is best for each individual situation. “Let go and let God” means give Him those situations and allow Him to deal with them. His peace will immediately flood your heart, mind and soul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;When we are walking in God’s peace, what do we display to those we meet? When our family, friends and even strangers see us, there is peace and contentment on our faces. More often than not, unless they already know Jesus, the people we see will notice something “different” about us. They may not know what it is, but they will see it and they will want it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;One of my favorite hymns is ‘Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus.” Read the words and meditate on how trusting Him give you perfect peace.&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;'Tis So&amp;nbsp;Sweet to Trust in Jesus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin: 1em 0px 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; tab-stops: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Just to take Him at His Word;&lt;br /&gt;Just to rest upon His promise,&lt;br /&gt;And to know, “Thus saith the Lord!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!&lt;br /&gt;How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for grace to trust Him more!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Oh, how sweet to trust in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Just to trust His cleansing blood;&lt;br /&gt;And in simple faith to plunge me&lt;br /&gt;’Neath the healing, cleansing flood!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Refrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin: 1em 0px 1em 0.1in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Just from sin and self to cease;&lt;br /&gt;Just from Jesus simply taking&lt;br /&gt;Life and rest, and joy and &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;peace&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Refrain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.1in; mso-add-space: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee,&lt;br /&gt;Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that Thou art with me,&lt;br /&gt;Wilt be with me to the end. *&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Refrain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;*Words: Louisa Stead, 1882&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Music: William Kirkpatrick, 1882&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Abba Father, Help us to trust You with all of our life. We give you those situations that concern us this morning and we ask that You give us peace. Thank You that You stand ready to help when we ask and You are faithful to complete those things that concern us. We love you Father. Amen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-7588729711546327887?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/7588729711546327887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=7588729711546327887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/7588729711546327887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/7588729711546327887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-four-gift-of-his-peace.html' title='Day Four: The Gift of His Peace'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-7006713672477560464</id><published>2011-11-29T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T13:25:20.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Untangling Christmas"</title><content type='html'>Does the very thought of Christmas invoke a severe case of the “Yuletide Yikes!”? Do you long for a cozy, reflective time centered on Christ, instead of a frenzied blur of holiday activities? Armed with strategies to simplify and de-stress, as well as tons of doable ideas and delicious recipes, Karen and LeAnn have put together a wonderful resource to help you feel blessed, not stressed!&lt;br /&gt;This practical go-to guide will empower you to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evaluate your current seasonal strategies (or lack there-of!) and identify re-occurring holiday hassles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set up a simple Christmas Planner designed to enable you to be on top of the holidays, rather than the other way around!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acquire fast and frugal decorating tips and creative, but simple, gift-giving ideas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whip up delicious holiday foods – both the “from scratch” sort dear Grandma would have made and other simple, short-cut recipes for when time is tight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;You can find "Untangling Christmas" by Karen Ehman and LeAnn Rice at major bookstores or order online through &lt;a href="http://www.untanglingchristmas.org/"&gt;www.untanglingchristmas.org&lt;/a&gt;. But it for yourself as a Christmas gift from you to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-7006713672477560464?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.untanglingchristmas.org' title='&quot;Untangling Christmas&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/7006713672477560464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=7006713672477560464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/7006713672477560464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/7006713672477560464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/untangling-christmas.html' title='&quot;Untangling Christmas&quot;'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-8791737872953765556</id><published>2011-11-29T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T03:00:06.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><title type='text'>Day Three: The Gift of Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The Gift of Purpose&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you…plans to give you hope and a future.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;You have a purpose in life. God did not plop you down on earth and forget about you. He knew you when you were still “in your mother’s womb” (Ps. 139:13) and He had a purpose for your life even then. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Y&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;our eyes saw my unformed body. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All the days ordained for me &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; were written in your book &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; before one of them came to be.&lt;/span&gt; (Ps. 139:16 NIV) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;It doesn’t matter how young or how old you are, God has a purpose for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I remember attending a ladies’ Sunday school class many years ago when “Miss” Dottie, an elderly woman spoke up and confessed that she felt God was through with her on the earth. She believed she had completed her purpose, which she believed was to be faithful to her husband, to raise her children in a Godly home and see them succeed in life, was finished. The Senior Pastor’s wife was teaching this class and her answer applied to every woman in that room. “Your purpose in life is finished when you stand before God in heaven, and not a minute before. Just because you are of an older generation than most of us in this room does not mean your purpose is finished. Don’t put God in a box. He is not finished with you.” “Miss” Dottie lived to her mid-nineties and she became a mentor to other women – young and old. God’s purpose for her changed in her later life, but it was still His purpose and He used her to influence many women.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mordecai told Esther in Esther 4:14 that she had been “brought to the kingdom for such a time as this.” I daresay the same statement applies to each one of us. You have been placed here for “such a time as this.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;If you know the purpose God has for you, listen to Him. He will tell you when it’s time to implement that idea. He will give you step-by-step instructions and everything you need to walk in His calling. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;For many people, God has more than one purpose planned for them. Listen to Him as He shares His intentions for you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;If you don’t know the purpose(s) God has for you, ask Him and listen. At the right time, He will reveal His plans for you &lt;span style="color: #001320;"&gt;and it will be immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Dear Father, Thank you for having a plan for each of us. Thank you for leading and guiding us to fulfill that purpose. I pray for those who are reading this today who may not know Your will for them. I ask You to show them the plans and purposes you have for them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In Jesus’ matchless name, Amen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-8791737872953765556?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/8791737872953765556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=8791737872953765556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8791737872953765556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8791737872953765556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-three-gift-of-purpose.html' title='Day Three: The Gift of Purpose'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-2723997576334609577</id><published>2011-11-28T03:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T03:00:06.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Day Two: The Gift of Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Gift of Vision&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Write the vision and make it plain on tablets; that he may run who reads it.” &lt;/i&gt;Habakkuk 2:2 (NKJV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Another translation of this verse says it this way: “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Write my answer on a billboard, large and clear, so that anyone can read it at a glance and rush to tell the others.”&lt;/i&gt;(The Message)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;This verse makes it very plain that God has a vision, not just for the Body of Christ, but also for you and me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If this verse is not proof enough to persuade you, here’s another one that is more specific in meaning: “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” &lt;/i&gt;(Jer. 29:11) If there has ever been any doubt in your mind as to whether or not God has a plan for your life, you can banish that doubt now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;God gave Mary a vision – she was to be the mother of the Savior of the world. Put yourself in her place. Just imagine how she felt. Awestruck? Afraid? Nervous?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Can you see this young teenager in your mind? What would you do if an angel of the Lord appeared before you to give you God’s vision and plans for you? Would you agree? Or would you look around the room to see who the angel was speaking to because, surely, it’s not you. But it is you. You are the only one in the room. He loves you enough to want only the best for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;When Mary questioned the angel who brought the news, she was not doubting—just curious. “How can this be, since I do not know a man?” (Luke 1:34). The angel explained to Mary that it would be by the Holy Spirit and went on to say, “For with God, nothing is impossible.” (vs. 37). Mary accepted God’s vision for herself: “Behold the maidservant of the Lord! Let it be done unto me according to your word.” (vs. 38) She never doubted, never questioned whether or not the angel had visited the right person. She believed and moved forward in the vision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;God gave Jesus a vision. He was to be the Savior of the world. He was to live on earth as God-made-man for 33 years, die on a cross for the sins of the world and rise again in three days. Jesus didn’t balk, protest or do anything that would have indicated a lack of obedience. He went willingly into cities and countries preaching the gospel of Christ. He went willingly to Gethsemane. He went willingly to Golgotha and He went willingly to the grave. But God’s vision for Jesus did not end at the grave. Three days later, the vision continued as Jesus rose from the grave, triumphing over death, and the vision was completed as Jesus ascended into heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;God has a vision for YOU.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If He has shown you that vision, be obedient and walk in it. If He has not shown you the plans He has for you, ask Him to share it with you. In His time, He will show you His vision and it will be better than anything you could ever ask for or think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Abba Father, thank You for the vision – the plan – that You had for Mary and for Jesus. Thank You for the vision You have for each one of us. I pray that You will give us courage and help us to walk boldly in that vision with confidence in You and Your plan for our lives. Amen!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-2723997576334609577?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/2723997576334609577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=2723997576334609577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2723997576334609577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2723997576334609577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-two-gift-of-vision.html' title='Day Two: The Gift of Vision'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-7995665226812843705</id><published>2011-11-27T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T03:00:02.890-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Come Thou Long Expected Jesus'/><title type='text'>Day One: The Gift of Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Gift of Waiting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;But those who &lt;u&gt;wait&lt;/u&gt; on the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up with wings as eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint. &lt;/i&gt;Is. 40:31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;The above verse is one of my favorites. I use it frequently in my blogs, in counseling and in encouraging myself. I will mention how some Biblical translations use the word “hope” instead of “wait” and that hope can be used as an acronym for &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;H&lt;/u&gt;eart &lt;u&gt;O&lt;/u&gt;f &lt;u&gt;P&lt;/u&gt;eace and &lt;u&gt;E&lt;/u&gt;xpectation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;More often than not, when we are waiting on the Lord to answer our prayers—to give us wisdom and guidance about a situation we face, to see His healing manifested in our own body, or that of a loved one—there are lessons that God wants us to learn. Perhaps He desires for us to grow in grace and mercy. Maybe He wants us to learn to be more patient. Or He wants our relationship with Him to grow deeper. It could be that the timing is not right for His answer to be known. Regardless of why the answer has not come, there is a reason we are waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Advent is a season of busyness. We go to this party and that gathering, we sing Christmas carols, shop till we drop, bake and cook. I think we have lost the fact that Advent is a season of waiting. We are so busy running from one store to another, one party to another, we have forgotten that Advent heralds the coming of Christ. Just as an expectant mother anticipates, prepares and waits for nine months the arrival of her newborn, Advent is a period of anticipating, preparing and waiting for the birth of our Savior. &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It is my prayer that in some small way, these remaining devotions that you will read during Advent will help you to slow down for a few minutes each day and remember the Reason for the Season. As we look forward to the remainder of the Advent season, may the birth of our Savior renew in you a &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Heart Of Peace and Expectation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Come Thou Long Expected&amp;nbsp;Jesus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Come, thou long expected Jesus, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;born to set thy people free; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;from our fears and sins release us, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;let us find our rest in thee.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Israel's strength and consolation, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;hope of all the earth thou art; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;dear desire of every nation, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;joy of every longing heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Born thy people to deliver, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;born a child and yet a King, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;born to reign in us forever, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;now thy gracious kingdom bring. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;By thine own eternal spirit &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;rule in all our hearts alone; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;by thine all sufficient merit, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;raise us to thy glorious throne.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; page-break-after: avoid;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Text: Charles Wellsley 1707 – 1788&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; page-break-after: avoid;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Music: Rowland H. Pritchard&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; page-break-after: avoid;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Father, as we wait during this Advent Season, help us to take a few minutes each day to think about the Reason for the Season. May we wait with a heart of peace and expectation. And when You speak to us, may we hear with open ears, and a heart ready to receive. In Jesus’ most precious name we pray, AMEN.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-7995665226812843705?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/7995665226812843705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=7995665226812843705&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/7995665226812843705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/7995665226812843705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-one-gift-of-waiting.html' title='Day One: The Gift of Waiting'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-8101793867970966236</id><published>2011-11-25T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T03:00:10.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason for season'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is Friday, the day after Thanksgiving. The busiest shopping day of the year, as Christmas shopping "officially" begins. I guess it's still recognized as the official beginning of Christmas shopping. Every year Christmas decorations appear&amp;nbsp;in the stores earlier than the previous year. I saw my first Christmas ad on TV the week BEFORE Halloween. Next year, merchants will start advertising in September, immediately after Labor Day, and before we know it, we will see Christmas decorations in the stores year-round. Hmmm . . . maybe I'm onto something here . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want to see Christmas decorations and gifts in the stores year-round. This sacred holiday has been stripped of its true meaning far too long as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm talking about honoring the reason and spirit of the season all year long. Begin with the attitude of gratitude you committed to earlier this week. (If you missed that blog, at the bottom of the main blog page, click on "Older Posts.") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once your grateful attitude is firmly in place, then it's easy to honor our God. After all, everything we have for which we should be grateful, He has given those things to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday, November 27 is the First Sunday in Advent. I plan to post my Advent devotions again this year. Why don't you join me as we open a gift from God each day of Advent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-8101793867970966236?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/8101793867970966236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=8101793867970966236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8101793867970966236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8101793867970966236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-is-friday-day-after-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-3752390648764357404</id><published>2011-11-24T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:29:12.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help a Young Mother of Four Beat Stage 4 Lymphoma!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1322138496169193"&gt;Want to do some good this holiday season? Click over to this fundraiser and help a mom of four beat stage four lymphoma by participating in the raffle! Tickets are only $5 each, and as you can see, there are LOADS of prizes, which will be raffled off starting the 25th. And don't forget to sign up to receive email notifications so you know when your favorite prize packages are being raffled off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv349647538asset yiv349647538asset-link"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fundraiserforsandirog.blogspot.com/2011/11/packages.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1322151796_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #234786;"&gt;http://fundraiserforsandirog.blogspot.com/2011/11/packages.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-3752390648764357404?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/3752390648764357404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=3752390648764357404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/3752390648764357404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/3752390648764357404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/help-young-mother-of-four-beat-stage-4.html' title='Help a Young Mother of Four Beat Stage 4 Lymphoma!!'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-5355052383361791424</id><published>2011-11-24T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T03:00:00.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In just a few hours, my sweet hubby and I will travel to my sister's home to celebrate Thanksgiving with her husband and their children and our parents. My children will be having the Thanksgiving meal with their dad's family. We had our Thanksgiving meal together a couple of weeks ago. Because we gather with our families today, it is most appropriate to be thankful for our families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am thankful for my parents who always set the example of living a Christian life for my sister and me. My dad set the bar high when it came to work ethics and he instilled in us those same ethics. He also passed along his love of reading. My mom shared her domestic talents with my sister. Alas, none of those talents rubbed off on me! But I did get my dad's business and organizational skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am thankful for my sister, who I almost drove crazy when we were young. But she was patient with me when I was young and since we've become adults we are best friends. She has been there for me more times than I can count - praying, encouraging, loving on me. It is a honor to call her my sister, my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My darling husband - Dave. How God has blessed me so with him. He is my rock. He always makes me feel special and - ahem, even though I need to lose a few pounds (well, make that a lot of pounds) he always makes me feel like I am beautiful. We are soul mates - we finish each other's sentences and sometimes, we say the same thing at the same time. Truly, this was a match made in heaven and I am and will forever be grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have two of the greatest children and a wonderful grandson that ever graced the earth. (Just a little prejudiced) As teenagers, my children faced challenges that were challenging and difficult. Both of them learned from those challenges, moved forward and today, are successful in all their endeavors and well-loved by family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, wherever you are, and whoever you gather with - family and/or friends, my prayer for you is that you will be blessed and you will count your blessings.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-5355052383361791424?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/5355052383361791424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=5355052383361791424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/5355052383361791424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/5355052383361791424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-day.html' title='Thanksgiving Day'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-2955971429323763762</id><published>2011-11-23T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T03:00:03.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Wednesday</title><content type='html'>"I want you woven into a tapestry of love, in touch with everything there is to know of God. Then you will have minds confident and at rest, focused on Christ, God's great mystery. All the richest treasures of wisdom and knowledge are embedded in that mystery and nowhere else." Colossians&amp;nbsp;2:2-4 The Message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that phrase "woven into a tapestry of&amp;nbsp;love." It reminds me so much of the quilts my grandmothers used to make.&amp;nbsp;My grandmothers lived right around the corner from each other - there was only one house in between their houses. In that middle house also lived a widow and she left her quilting frame set up in her living room 24/7. My grandmothers would go to her house and the three would sew tiny scraps of cloth onto a large piece of material, until those tiny scraps were woven into a beautiful tapestry. As a child, I loved to go with them. They would allow me to sift through all the small pieces of cloth, picking out the ones I thought were pretty. And, when I wasn't looking they would replace the ones I selected that didn't match the others, with pieces that did. I have one of those quilts today, rich in shades of ruby red, blues of the sky and ocean, greens of grass and trees against a background of warm white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apostle Paul was not talking about quilts when he expressed his desire to see the Colossians "woven into a tapestry of love." Yet, I can see the similiarities. Each of us are different - different personalities, characteristics just as those scraps of material are different sizes and different colors. Yet, when God begins to "piece" us together - just like the quilt - we beome a beautiful tapestry of His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am thankful for His love. And I am thankful for being woven into a tapestry of love that puts me "in touch of everything there is to know of God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-2955971429323763762?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/2955971429323763762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=2955971429323763762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2955971429323763762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2955971429323763762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-wednesday.html' title='Thanksgiving Wednesday'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-21206892830203199</id><published>2011-11-22T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T03:00:02.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Tuesday</title><content type='html'>"Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will." Romans 12:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Thanksgiving Tuesday, I am thankful for God's transforming power. God is not just a God of&amp;nbsp;salvation - as necessary as that is - but he is also a God of transformation. Someone once said&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"God loves us too much to leave us where we are." &amp;nbsp;It's the rule of cause and effect. God's limitless love for us causes him to want only the best for us, and to that end, he will sometimes poke and prod us until he has our undivided attention. Then the Holy Spirit begins his gentle work of reminding us, convicting us, transforming us. Transformation is not always easy. It's hard to admit we are wrong. It's hard to forgive someone who has wounded us so deeply that we feel we will never get past that pain. And yet, if we will just open ourselves to the ministrations of the Holy Spirit and the unconditional love of God, every step along the journey to healing--isn't that what transformation really is--will be directed and protected by God. And when the transformation is complete, what a powerful thanksgiving we will be able to offer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Has God done a transforming work in your life lately? Please feel free to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-21206892830203199?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/21206892830203199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=21206892830203199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/21206892830203199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/21206892830203199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-tuesday.html' title='Thanksgiving Tuesday'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-2603115865476610014</id><published>2011-11-21T03:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T03:00:07.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A truly thankful person is a person truly at peace." Lysa Terkhuerst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I've proven the above statement to be true time and time again. When I realize that I'm not at peace, sometimes I can trace that lack of peace to a lack of thankfulness. With this being Thanksgiving week, naturally our minds and hearts are turned towards thankfulness. So, today I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned, not only about thankfulness, but other topics as well. God has been&lt;br /&gt;patiently working with me over the last few weeks, showing and teaching me things&lt;br /&gt;He wants me to know. And I'm thankful for his patience. If it had been anyone else&lt;br /&gt;working with me, that person would have started a prison ministry by now (because&lt;br /&gt;they finally had it with me, knocked me upside the head, and was arrested for assault&lt;br /&gt;and battery.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for second chances. and third, fourth, tenth and "seven times seventy." &lt;br /&gt;Because I need at least that many - probably more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thanksgiving commitment is to develop and maintain an "attitude of gratitude." Why don't you join with me this year to make thanksgiving last all year long?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-2603115865476610014?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/2603115865476610014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=2603115865476610014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2603115865476610014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2603115865476610014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/truly-thankful-person-is-person-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-520653472495925728</id><published>2011-11-18T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:59:47.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkin' In</title><content type='html'>It has been&amp;nbsp;six days (that's all? seems like 60) since I posted that I was going to spend 30 days asking God what I should do each morning. I don't know if this is a testimony to how crazy busy I am or if it's&amp;nbsp;the beginning of Alzheimer's. As soon as I closed my computer after making that pledge and inviting you to join with me, I forgot about checking with God for my daily tasks. Never. thought. about. it. again. Until today.&amp;nbsp; I think I will put post-it notes all around my house as reminders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DON'T FORGET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; REMEMBER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'll have to leave more post-it notes to remind me of what I need to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new 30-day period begins tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-520653472495925728?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/520653472495925728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=520653472495925728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/520653472495925728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/520653472495925728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/checkin-in.html' title='Checkin&apos; In'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-2246271051087126313</id><published>2011-11-15T03:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T03:00:13.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review of "Lonestar Angel"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7uJkQLQSt4Q/TsAbDPAfUnI/AAAAAAAAANE/qE4nXiE8kYY/s1600/Lonestar+Angel+Book_523_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7uJkQLQSt4Q/TsAbDPAfUnI/AAAAAAAAANE/qE4nXiE8kYY/s200/Lonestar+Angel+Book_523_cover.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;From page 1, the tension began to build. It was page 321 before I could draw a deep breath and relax. “Lonestar Angel,” Book Four of Colleen Coble’s &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The Lonestar Novels&lt;/i&gt;, has the perfect amount of tension from chapter to chapter. Just as the reader thinks she has solved the mystery, another twist is added and the question of “whodunit” continues until the end. Obviously, I’m not going to tell you “whodunit” –you have to buy the book and find out for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;Not only does the tension grab the reader from the very beginning, but the characters are so realistic and believable, the reader will quickly become immersed in their lives. The hero and heroine, Clay and Eden Larson, reminded me of couples I know. Although we may never face what they faced in this book (I pray not!), struggles are still struggles. Fear, doubt and disappointment are still the same. But as this book points out so beautifully, God is still God and He is still in the business of healing hearts and bringing about reconciliation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I would be remiss if I did not mention the little girls of Bluebird Ranch. Although the girls were “secondary characters,” Ms. Coble did an excellent job in giving each their own personality and background. These girls were so adorable and precious, I found myself wanting to fly to Texas, drive to the ranch, and adopt them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faithfulness of God is prevalent throughout this book and the message of forgiveness and reconciliation offers hope to all who read it. “Lonestar Angel” should become a permanent part of your library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Disclosure of Material Connection:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I received this book free from the  publisher through the BookSneeze®.com &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://booksneeze®.com/"&gt;http://BookSneeze®.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt; book review  bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I  have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal  Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://www.access.gpo.gov/nara/cfr/waisidx_03/16cfr255_03.html"&gt;http://www.access.gpo.gov/nara/cfr/waisidx_03/16cfr255_03.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;  : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in  Advertising.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-2246271051087126313?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/2246271051087126313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=2246271051087126313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2246271051087126313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2246271051087126313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-review-of-lonestar-angel.html' title='Book Review of &quot;Lonestar Angel&quot;'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7uJkQLQSt4Q/TsAbDPAfUnI/AAAAAAAAANE/qE4nXiE8kYY/s72-c/Lonestar+Angel+Book_523_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-4140861905305884215</id><published>2011-11-13T03:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T10:19:54.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lists, My Calendar, My God</title><content type='html'>I belong to a local writers group and a few months ago, we decided to divide the group into those interested in writing fiction and those interested in writing nonfiction. Because I am attempting to write a nonfiction, I was put "in charge" of that group. The goal of each meeting is to write, write, write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nonfiction group met this past Monday at my home and we talked, talked, talked! We discussed writing topics, we critiqued stories that members had brought and shared writing information we had learned. We didn't write a single word. And that’s okay. Sometimes a detour from the agenda is what we need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me think of how God changes our "agenda." I am a Type A personality and I live by my lists and my calendar. Before the holidays arrive, I'm planning and writing menus, writing out shopping lists, I make a list of serving dishes to be used and what food will be served in what dish, the Christmas card list, the Christmas gift list. You name a holiday list, and I can guarantee I either use said list now or have used it in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;My every day is usually controlled by my to-do lists both at work and at home. I keep a "rolling to-do" list that is broken down further into tasks, phone calls to make, computer work and other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm Type A, I go absolutely nuts when I'm pulled away from my list(s) to do something that is not on said lists. God excels in pulling me away. Because I am focused and “list-driven” there have been times when God had to use major, attention-grabbing methods to get my eyes off of the task at hand and back on Him. After several of these instances, it occurred to me that God didn’t care whether or not I had a list. He cared about whether or not I was doing His will at that moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;One of the writers attending the meeting Monday night addressed this issue. “I don’t make to-do lists,” she said. “When I get up in the morning, I ask God what He wants me to do first. When I finish that task, I sit down. I quiet myself before God and I ask Him what He wants me to do next. I do this all through the day until it’s time to go to bed. This way I am assured of always doing what God wants me to do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time she finished talking, I was going into withdrawal. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Stop using lists? No calendar? &lt;/i&gt;I began to hyperventilate. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Okay. Easy girl. Deeeep breath. Deeeep breath. In and out. There you go. All better, now? Just because she schedules her day that way, doesn’t mean I have to do it the same way. Does it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ladies left, I thought back over the conversation. If I agree with Psalm 118:24 that states “This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it,” and I do agree with it, it makes sense to also acknowledge Psalm 31:15a “My times are in your hands.” Am I so ignorant to think that relying on God (rather than lists) to order my day would cause me to have an unsuccessful day? God has my (and your) best interests at heart. It is humanly impossible for me to complete what’s on my to-do list every day. “But with God all things are possible.” Does that mean he’ll help me conquer my to-do list every day? No. It means that I will accomplish that which He directs me to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;How do you plan your day? Lists, calendars, Blackberry, iPad? Or perhaps you’re a “panster.” You “fly by the seat of your pants” moving forth with no plan. Or maybe you’re like my writer friend who always consults God on what to do before starting any task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have challenged myself that I will do this for the next 30 days. Every morning for the next 30 days, before I start my day, I will ask God what he wants me to do first. And I’ll do that first; when that is completed, I’ll ask him what’s next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;If you're interested in joining me in this challenge, leave me a comment. We can all cheer each other on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Blessings!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-4140861905305884215?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/4140861905305884215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=4140861905305884215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/4140861905305884215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/4140861905305884215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-belong-to-local-writers-group-and-few.html' title='My Lists, My Calendar, My God'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-6120515433555833524</id><published>2011-11-10T18:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T18:05:40.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of Excellent Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Apologies from a Repentant Christian&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7PTSny1RcE/TrxX836CNCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HsAGLhZkHFw/s1600/Apologies+from+a+Repentant+Christian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7PTSny1RcE/TrxX836CNCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HsAGLhZkHFw/s200/Apologies+from+a+Repentant+Christian.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;By&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Donna Young&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;"Apologies from a Repentant Christian" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;chronicles the author’s “pseudo” Christian life to a life on fire for God and for sharing his Gospel message with everyone she meets. It is refreshingly open and honest as she shares her desires to live a life for God. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;On one occasion as the author prayed, she asked God to use her life to glorify Him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Within hours, she was arrested and charged with a felony. That was not exactly what she had expected when she asked God to use her life to bring Him glory. But in her darkest hour, Ms. Young cried out to God and He answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;With chapter titles such as, “From undeserving to grateful; my apology to God,” “From judgmental to merciful,” and “From Controlling to trusting God,” Ms. Young has written a book that every Christian needs to read. She has set the example by her godly actions, causing this reviewer to stop and think about her own actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Apologies from a Repentant Christian &lt;/i&gt;is a book that can be read alone, but could easily be adapted into a Bible study for small groups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The official book launch will be on Veteran’s Day, November 11, 2011 and all proceeds of book sales on that day will be donated to organizations that provide direct relief to our military.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Donna Young worked with nonprofit organizations in the social work field for over twenty years. She became a published author to share her personal story and offer hope to others. You can read more about Donna at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dlouyoung.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;http://dlouyoung.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;. For more information about &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Apologies from a Repentant Christian, &lt;/i&gt;visit XulonPress.com or contact Xulon Press at 866-909-2665.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This book was given to the reviewer at no cost for the sole purpose of reviewing. The opinions of this reviewer do not reflect the opinions of Xulon Press or its employees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-6120515433555833524?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/6120515433555833524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=6120515433555833524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/6120515433555833524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/6120515433555833524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/review-of-excellent-book.html' title='Review of Excellent Book'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7PTSny1RcE/TrxX836CNCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HsAGLhZkHFw/s72-c/Apologies+from+a+Repentant+Christian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-2363102611467262789</id><published>2011-11-02T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:27:15.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review of "Out of the Darkness"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out of the Darkness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ann Allen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Out of the Darkness" is the debut nonfiction book of author Ann Allen. It is the author's own story of fighting clinical and spiritual depression. Much of this fight was done through letters written to her pastor, Dr. K, and journal&amp;nbsp;entries,&amp;nbsp;wherein she pours out her heart about life in general, and her life in particular. Over a number of years and many, many letters, Ms. Allen journeyed through the valleys and around the sharp curves of depression until the clouds began to lift. I don't want to give away anything more about this book, except to say that redemption comes in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Out of the Darkness" should be read by anyone who is suffering from clinical and/or spiritual depression. Equally important, it should be read by the family members of those who are depressed. This book will give&amp;nbsp;family membes greater&amp;nbsp;insight into what their loved one is experiencing than any medical or psychological book can offer. And it will offer&amp;nbsp;hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This book was donated for the purposes of a review. The review does not reflect the opinions of the author, Jawbone Publishing or its employees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-2363102611467262789?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/2363102611467262789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=2363102611467262789&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2363102611467262789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2363102611467262789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-review-of-out-of-darkness.html' title='Book Review of &quot;Out of the Darkness&quot;'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-2348803517411822683</id><published>2011-10-28T15:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:13:46.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiet time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Come away'/><title type='text'>Come Away, My Beloved</title><content type='html'>My sweet hubby and I were blessed to be able to get away this weekend. We didn't know how badly we needed to get away until we got here. Because of his illnesses, my sleep - or the lack thereof - his sleep - or the lack thereof - my schedule, my new business, on and on ad naseum, we are lucky some days to see each other for an hour. So we've come away for a few days to spend time together, to talk, to pray, to sleep late - well, at least he can sleep late, to laugh together - all the things that we love to do together and yet we've allowed LIFE to control what we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us need to get away sometimes - married couples, friends, or by ourselves. It is a time to rest, refresh and rejuvenate. It's a time to get to know one another again, or to get yourself again. It is a time to renew your relationship with God, or to take that relationship to a deeper level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knew the importance of getting away. After ministering to crowds, he would go away to spend time with His Father, to pray, to listen to His Father, to refresh and renew.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;God knows the importance of getting away. In the eighth chapter of the Song of Solomon, He says to His Beloved (the church) "Come away, My Beloved." He wants us to take time away from our busy schedules, from LIFE, and sit in a quiet place and talk with him.&amp;nbsp; He is not asking us to leave town - although at times that is necessary - but just to find a quiet&amp;nbsp; place to "get away" for a while. It can be your porch, a local park, perhaps even a quiet room at your church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come away my beloved," He asks of you. What's holding you&amp;nbsp;back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-2348803517411822683?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/2348803517411822683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=2348803517411822683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2348803517411822683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2348803517411822683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/10/come-away-my-beloved.html' title='Come Away, My Beloved'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-8897760385996400757</id><published>2011-10-21T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:32:54.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS!  CORRECTION</title><content type='html'>If you read my blog earlier today, you will remember that I said my daughter was graduating from Atlanta Intercontinental University. I typed that late last night/early this morning which is my excuse for making such a ridiculous mistake.&amp;nbsp; The name of the University is AMERICAN Intercontinental - not Atlanta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please accept my apologies, Kim and everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-8897760385996400757?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/8897760385996400757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=8897760385996400757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8897760385996400757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8897760385996400757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/10/oops-correction.html' title='OOPS!  CORRECTION'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-5431021108365020265</id><published>2011-10-21T03:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T03:00:05.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATULATIONS, KIM!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sixteen years ago this past Wednesday, my family welcomed the first grandchild into the world and I became a Nana. I was too young to be a Nana and my daughter, Kim,&amp;nbsp;was too young to be a mother. But that was our reality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;That day began a journey that we never expected to travel. It started as a detour and the detour had many curves, hills and valleys. But the journey has been successful. Highly successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Today, Kim will walk across the stage at the Atlanta Civic Center and graduate summa cum laude with a Bachelor's Degree in Organizational and Psychological Behavior from Atlanta International University. This is a hard-earned, seems-like-a-long-time-in-coming event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Even before today, Kim has been successful in her career. She&amp;nbsp;rapidly moved through the ranks to become a&amp;nbsp;manager for a major airline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Personally, she has raised her son to be a wonderful young man who the entire family and everyone who knows him loves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Kim is a determined young woman. Without that determination that she developed in ther teens, she would not be where she is today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;She has become a loving and compassionate woman. Kim is a daughter that any mother would be proud of. But she is &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; daughter and there's never been a mother&amp;nbsp;as &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; as I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Kim, there was never a single moment when I thought you would not get to this day. You have overcome obstacles that many girls and women never have to face. And you've done it with determination and strength and grace. I have always been proud of you. &lt;u&gt;Always&lt;/u&gt;. But today, my pride knows no boundaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;My prayer for you is that God will richly bless you no matter where your career takes you and that you will know&amp;nbsp;the height and depth of God's everlasting and unconditional love for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;MoM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BtrmZwjfAJA/TqCPkBontoI/AAAAAAAAALE/eUhr_ASDXVs/s1600/Carnival-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BtrmZwjfAJA/TqCPkBontoI/AAAAAAAAALE/eUhr_ASDXVs/s400/Carnival-3.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-5431021108365020265?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/5431021108365020265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=5431021108365020265&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/5431021108365020265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/5431021108365020265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/10/congratulations-kim.html' title='CONGRATULATIONS, KIM!!'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BtrmZwjfAJA/TqCPkBontoI/AAAAAAAAALE/eUhr_ASDXVs/s72-c/Carnival-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-323161141186970346</id><published>2011-10-20T03:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T03:00:09.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>I belong to a local writers group in the county where I live. This group has sub-divided into "fiction writers" and "nonfiction writers." This past Monday night, the nonfiction writers group met and we had a visitor - Peggy Poe. During the course of our meeting, everyone was to write something - anything - as long as it was nonfiction. We stopped about thirty minutes before the end of the meeting and everyone shared what she had written. I was so impressed by what Peggy shared, I asked her permission to share this on my blog and she graciously agreed. May God minister to you through Peggy's words, as He did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peggy Poe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for letting me be poor so I could learn that wealth does not consist of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank you for letting me be rejected so I could learn to include everyone in my circle of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank you for letting me be unimportant so I could learn everyone is important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank you for letting me be just me so I could let others be just them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank you for praising me so I could learn to live without the praise of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank you for telling me what to do so I could learn obedience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank you for never being in a hurry with me so I could learn to have patience with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank you for being God my Father and for letting me be your child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-323161141186970346?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/323161141186970346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=323161141186970346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/323161141186970346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/323161141186970346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-3118075253360727267</id><published>2011-10-19T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T07:09:58.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WE HAVE A WINNER!!</title><content type='html'>I am sorry I did not have the drawing for "Second Time Around" this past Monday, October 17. However, I had jury duty that day and even though I was dismissed that day (thank God!) it seemed to throw my entire week out of balance. But never fear! The drawing was held this morning and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;KATIE PURCELL IS OUR WINNER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie, please send me your mailing address and I will have the book sent directly to you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessings to all!!&lt;/strong&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-3118075253360727267?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/3118075253360727267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=3118075253360727267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/3118075253360727267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/3118075253360727267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-have-winner_19.html' title='WE HAVE A WINNER!!'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-4610460474457928780</id><published>2011-10-11T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:48:20.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isaiah 14:14 states, "The Lord will fight for you,&amp;nbsp; you only need be still."&amp;nbsp;Now,&amp;nbsp;fill in your name, and it reads like this: "The Lord will fight for Edwina, Edwina only need be still." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another version has replaced 'you only need be still' with 'you shall hold your peace.' "The Lord will fight for Edwina, Edwina shall hold her peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do we not stand still?&amp;nbsp; Sit still?&amp;nbsp; At this point, it is all He is asking of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God told me several weeks ago to step&amp;nbsp;back from all that I was doing for a period of time,&amp;nbsp;so that I could sit before Him and be still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be. Still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be still and know. Be still and know that I AM. Be still and know that I AM your GOD."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a person to sit still and do nothing. Even when I'm sitting, I'm doing something - writing, reading, cross stitching, and the list could go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the challenge has been for me to sit still. That is until last week when I had the opportunity to go away for two days to the north Georgia mountains. There is nothing like sitting outside in the crisp, cool fall air watching the sun rise over the Blue Ridge mountains. The leaves were just beginning to change color. A spot of orange here, a splash of gold over there, a burst of red, yet still surrounded by the rich greens of summer.&amp;nbsp;And there, among the beauty of God's creation, I sat still. And listened. And heard. 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title=''/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-5885673424332195791</id><published>2011-10-09T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:02:03.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Second Time Around" is back for a Second Time Around</title><content type='html'>In the several years I have been reading books and posting reviews, I've never done this. I've thought about this for almost a week, and have decided to repeat the contest for "Second Time Around." Of the three people who commented, only 1 followed the instructions and that post was several days after the deadline. So, I'm repeating the contest. Here is the original interview with JoAnn Durgin, author of "Second Time Around" and my review. At the end, will be the instructions for entering the contest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8n42bBijMHs/ToDh-A2pZ8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Uzx-tEZLvP8/s1600/secondtimearoundthumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8n42bBijMHs/ToDh-A2pZ8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Uzx-tEZLvP8/s200/secondtimearoundthumb.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Book Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Second Time Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I am thrilled to have my dear friend, JoAnn Durgin, as my guest today. JoAnn’s second book, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Second Time Around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; has arrived! It’s Book #2 in &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The Lewis Legacy Series&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the follow-up to the popular &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Awakening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with Sam Lewis and Lexa Clarke. Both books are available from all major online booksellers in both paperback and electronic versions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Those of you who know me, or have read my blog a few times, know that I am an avid reader – always have been – always will be. I suspect that I’ve read, including all the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Dick and Jane&lt;/i&gt; books in kindergarten, well into the thousands of books in my lifetime. Some good, some not so good; some memorable and some not so memorable. Some books were so good that I would want to share them with others and I would loan them out especially to my Dad from whom I got my love of reading. In the last couple of years, I’ve given books as a prize on this blog. But then there are those books that are so outstanding that I keep them in my personal library so I can read them over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Such is the case with &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Second Time Around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, JoAnn’s latest book. A follow-up to &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Awakening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, JoAnn’s debut novel, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Second Time Around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is the story of Marc and Natalie Thompson. It is the story of a love that is nearly lost due to a tragic accident, of a husband who fights for the life, and then for the love, of his bride. It is the story of a new love that is stronger – a “three cord strand” kind of love that cannot be broken. What a beautiful parallel between Marc and Natalie’s story and the story of God’s love for us – how He fought for our very lives because of His love for us. And His love for us is always stronger than a “three cord strand.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Here is the synopsis from the back cover (and speaking of covers, don’t you love the front cover??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 58.5pt 0pt 40.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Marc Thompson is on top of the world&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;—&lt;/i&gt;a newlywed with a beautiful wife, the owner of a thriving Boston sports advertising agency, and a century-old home they’re renovating in the suburbs. Then the unthinkable happens. Two months after the wedding, Marc sits in a hospital emergency waiting room after Natalie suffers a horrible fall. One shock follows another. Not only does his wife remember nothing of their life together, but now Marc has a personal timeline to reconnect with her&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;—&lt;/i&gt;seven months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 58.5pt 0pt 40.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;His shiny gold wedding band mocks him, a reminder of a promise broken by a rotting piece of wood. Marc’s psychologist advises him to court his wife again&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;—&lt;/i&gt;a daunting task the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;first &lt;/i&gt;time around. Then his pastor suggests he call Sam and Lexa Lewis of TeamWork Missions, a ministry dear to Natalie’s heart. Determined to help her reclaim her life, the young groom makes great strides until a ghost from the past surfaces, opening fresh wounds and threatening to destroy it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 58.5pt 0pt 40.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;With Natalie’s trust shattered and Marc’s faith wavering, they head to Montana with TeamWork for a two-week work camp at Milestone Ranch. But instead of romancing his wife with warm fires, hot chocolate and a fresh start, he’s out in the cold and back at square one. Even if Natalie recovers her lost memories, will she forgive him? If not, can Marc come to terms with his deepest fear&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;—&lt;/i&gt;the failure of his marriage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 58.5pt 0pt 40.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You’ll root for Marc and Natalie as they fight against the odds and discover that giving up the reins and surrendering all at the throne of grace doesn’t mean failure&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;—&lt;/i&gt;it’s simply called &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;faith&lt;/i&gt;. And it might be the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; way to finding their way back to one another . . . the second time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Second Time Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; will hold you captive from page one to the end. You will be swept up in the lives of Marc and Natalie and by the end of the book, they will be a part of your family. They will be a welcome addition and you will want to read their story over and over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JoAnn, I know that you are an incredibly busy woman! How do you balance family, working full time, writing and all of the other activities you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;It &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a very delicate balancing act, and there aren’t enough hours in the day. My full-time paralegal job is demanding, and with a husband and three children, something had to give in order for me to devote the time I needed, and wanted, to my blossoming writing career. I resigned from my position as a floor manager with the Kentucky Center for the Arts in late February. I adored my wonderful volunteer staff, but now they’re cheering me on from the sidelines and are so faithful. It’s so gratifying to have a personal contingent of fans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The short answer is the Lord sustains me, even when I feel like I can’t keep my eyes open or can’t keep going. It’s more of an energy (or lack thereof) thing with me these days, and since &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Awakening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; released in November 2010, it’s been an endless round of marketing, blog interviews and editing. Mind you, I’m not complaining, and I realize how blessed I am! The Lord has opened doors beyond my wildest expectations, and I am truly living the dream. How many people can truly say that? The other important thing to note is that the Lord gives me that peace to know that sometimes it’s okay to relax, to sit back and read or do something nice for myself. It reenergizes and refreshes me, and it’s every bit as important as all the rest. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Tell us about your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sarah just turned 22, and she’s a college student and works part-time. Like her father (my husband, Jim), she’s quiet and intellectual, and loves great literature and classic movies. She also resembles Jim with dark hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. Chelsea is almost 19 and also a college student. She’s more the social butterfly, and independent like her mother, and yes, favors me physically with her lighter hair and eyes. Matthew is my 15-year-old, and what a love bug! He’s high-functioning autistic (Asberger’s Syndrome), but he’s the smartest, brightest, most intuitive kid you’ll ever meet. He can look at a skyscraper and build it from memory – almost to scale – with Lego blocks. He’s a freshman in high school this year, and doing very well. He’ll probably&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;be an architect or a salesman (although meteorologist figures in, too). He’s atypical (in terms of the autism) in that he’s incredibly social and loving. Matthew embodies the love of Christ, and he will do great things through Christ who indeed strengthens him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I understand that &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Awakening&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Second Time Around &lt;/i&gt;are part of a series. Tell us how you thought of the idea for the first book and developed it into a series. Or did it even happen that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Yes, it’s called &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The Lewis Legacy Series&lt;/i&gt;, and the third book, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Twin Hearts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, is planned for release sometime in the early part of 2012. It picks up with the parallel love stories of the twins, Rebekah and Josh Grant, both already familiar to readers if they’ve read the other books. There’s something so familiar, comforting and lovely about revisiting old friends, and I like to think that’s true with this series. The books are all written, just waiting to be edited. The beauty in that is that I can go back and foreshadow certain events and add or delete certain things, if needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I never thought of writing a series until I rediscovered &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Awakening &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;more than a decade after it was originally written, and it’s loosely based on my own love story with Jim. It’s a testament of God’s faithfulness. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Awakening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was the last manuscript I wrote before putting my writing aside for a decade. I’d encourage readers who aren’t familiar with the story to read about it on my website (&lt;a href="http://www.joanndurgin.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;www.joanndurgin.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). When I looked at it again with “fresh” eyes, I got the idea for a series featuring the different members of TeamWork, the volunteer missions group introduced in&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Awakening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The volunteers introduced in the books represent different regions of the country, professions, etc. I thought it would be a good way for each book to be a stand-alone love story and yet connected with the other books, with Sam and Lexa as my core characters and mentors to the others (including three of Sam’s siblings). Each one builds on the events of the previous books, but again, each one can stand on its own (and I’m not revealing to anyone how many books there are – suffice it to say, it’s a lengthy series).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Tell us one thing about yourself that your readers do not know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;That’s a fun question! I have several little tidbits noted on my website. Things like being related to a Master’s and U.S. Open golf champion. Then there’s seeing Liz Taylor and Richard Burton together on the Broadway stage . . . being proposed to in Carmel, CA, after a romantic lunch&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;overlooking Monterey Bay. Let me think of something else…hmm… Okay, here’s one. The one thing I always wanted to do (but know I never will) is learn to fly a plane. Why not? I’m too short and too nearsighted. One of my bosses in California (a winegrower) had a private jet and took us to dinner one evening. Talk about a thrill! My uncle co-owns a private jet, and he flew some of the family from Indiana to Massachusetts for a wedding once (little did I know I’d be living just down the road outside Boston in about 20 more years!). You feel the air pockets and turbulence more in the smaller jets, but it was exciting to have the experience. Nothing thrills me more than the feeling of speed and power when a plane lifts off the runway. I’m content to put it all in God’s hands and the hands of fully-trained pilots and enjoy the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Thanks so much for hosting me on your blog, Edwina, and for being a supporter of Second Time Around and my other books. It’s been a real thrill. Blessings to you, my friends. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Matthew 5:16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Thank you for stopping by today, JoAnn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Readers: &lt;/strong&gt;I was given an ARC (Advanced Reader Copy) for the purpose of reading the book and writing the review. The ARC is not suitable to give as a prize. However, I was so blessed by this book that I want to bless one of you!  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Please leave me a comment as to why you'd like to read this book and WHO you would pass it on to after you've finished. Be sure and leave me your email address so I can contact you if you are the winner!  &lt;/u&gt;The random drawing will be held on &lt;u&gt;Monday, October 17&lt;/u&gt;,&amp;nbsp;so don't delay entering!! This contest is open to U. S. residents only in the 48 contingent states and is VOID where prohibited! You must be 18 years or older to enter!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-5885673424332195791?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/5885673424332195791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=5885673424332195791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/5885673424332195791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/5885673424332195791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/10/second-time-around-is-back-for-second.html' title='&quot;Second Time Around&quot; is back for a Second Time Around'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8n42bBijMHs/ToDh-A2pZ8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Uzx-tEZLvP8/s72-c/secondtimearoundthumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-414924460501852084</id><published>2011-10-04T07:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T07:32:00.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WE HAVE A WINNER!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Heidi who won a copy of Karen Kingsbury's &lt;em&gt;Leaving!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND DON'T FORGET: Today is the last day to register to win a copy of &lt;em&gt;Second Time Around &lt;/em&gt;by JoAnn Durgin!&amp;nbsp; This is a wonderful story - one you don't want to miss!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-414924460501852084?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/414924460501852084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=414924460501852084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/414924460501852084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/414924460501852084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-have-winner.html' title='WE HAVE A WINNER!'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-1403685329457960177</id><published>2011-10-03T03:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T03:00:03.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Fun Book!</title><content type='html'>Scientists discovered some time ago what Solomon knew in Proverbs 17:22: " A cheerful heart doeth good like medicine." In other words, laughter does a person good. It has even been proven that cancer patients improve when they watch comedy movies, read humorous books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I love Janice Thompson's books. Her books are full of humor and I always feel better after reading her latest one is no exception. &lt;em&gt;Hello Hollywood&lt;/em&gt; follows the story of Athena Pappas, head writer of "Stars Collide" one of the most popular comedies in TV history. Laughter begins and sparks fly when the show brings on Vegas comedian Stephen Cosse on board to help lift the sagging ratings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice's writing is quick and witty and she does something really fun with the chapters. But I'm not giving that away - you'll have to purchase the book to find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for a light-hearted, uplifting book to read, this is it! I give it 6 out of 5 stars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-1403685329457960177?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/1403685329457960177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=1403685329457960177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/1403685329457960177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/1403685329457960177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-fun-book.html' title='Another Fun Book!'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-1229198092205084258</id><published>2011-09-30T03:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T03:00:05.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am delighted to have Sandra Ardoin as my guest today. Although we've never met, Sandy and I are part of a critique group and we've gotten to know each other quite well over the last year or so. Enjoy this excellent message by Sandy and be sure to sign up to follow her blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST WHOSE PLANS ARE THEY, ANYWAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;(Sandra Ardoin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Somewhere recently, I read a blog post in which the writer asked if there was a particular scripture that we had adopted for our writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Years ago, a former associate pastor sent me a small card with Jeremiah 29:11 printed on it. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” For a long time, I had that card taped near my computer where I could see it while I worked. Now I keep the verse bookmarked in my Bible. What encouraging words for anyone in any situation, but especially for writers who are anxious to see their hard work in print.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I believe God has a plan for us in the various aspects of our lives: family, career, health, etc. His plan for my writing may not match my goals. It may not match the potential sales figures my future editor has arrived at (whoever that will be). And it may not be the numerous published novels and fame my family hopes for the future. In fact, there may be no books at all. What if He only wants me to encourage others in their journey? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I’ll admit, it’s difficult to beat back frustration when I think I should be at a certain point in my writing career—&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;I am not getting any younger, Lord.&lt;/i&gt; Then I remember that if I claim (to myself, God, or others) that my writing is as much a ministry as it is a profession, what do I have to complain about? He can use my words to minister to others in whatever form they take. Okay, publication is a nice bonus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;But if I believe in God’s promise that He will never harm me, that He only wants the best for me, I need to understand that no matter what my professional future holds, as long as I’m following His will—His plan—to the best of my ability, I’m where I need to be at this moment and at this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;So how about you? 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Her work has been published in various forms, but fiction allows her to share the stories that run through her imagination. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers. Contact Sandra through her website at &lt;a href="http://www.sandraardoin.com/"&gt;www.sandraardoin.com&lt;/a&gt;. 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JoAnn’s second book, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Second Time Around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; has arrived! It’s Book #2 in &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The Lewis Legacy Series&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the follow-up to the popular &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Awakening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with Sam Lewis and Lexa Clarke. Both books are available from all major online booksellers in both paperback and electronic versions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Those of you who know me, or have read my blog a few times, know that I am an avid reader – always have been – always will be. I suspect that I’ve read, including all the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Dick and Jane&lt;/i&gt; books in kindergarten, well into the thousands of books in my lifetime. Some good, some not so good; some memorable and some not so memorable. Some books were so good that I would want to share them with others and I would loan them out especially to my Dad from whom I got my love of reading. In the last couple of years, I’ve given books as a prize on this blog. But then there are those books that are so outstanding that I keep them in my personal library so I can read them over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Such is the case with &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Second Time Around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, JoAnn’s latest book. A follow-up to &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Awakening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, JoAnn’s debut novel, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Second Time Around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is the story of Marc and Natalie Thompson. It is the story of a love that is nearly lost due to a tragic accident, of a husband who fights for the life, and then for the love, of his bride. It is the story of a new love that is stronger – a “three cord strand” kind of love that cannot be broken. What a beautiful parallel between Marc and Natalie’s story and the story of God’s love for us – how He fought for our very lives because of His love for us. And His love for us is always stronger than a “three cord strand.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Here is the synopsis from the back cover (and speaking of covers, don’t you love the front cover??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 58.5pt 0pt 40.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Marc Thompson is on top of the world&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;—&lt;/i&gt;a newlywed with a beautiful wife, the owner of a thriving Boston sports advertising agency, and a century-old home they’re renovating in the suburbs. Then the unthinkable happens. Two months after the wedding, Marc sits in a hospital emergency waiting room after Natalie suffers a horrible fall. One shock follows another. Not only does his wife remember nothing of their life together, but now Marc has a personal timeline to reconnect with her&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;—&lt;/i&gt;seven months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 58.5pt 0pt 40.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;His shiny gold wedding band mocks him, a reminder of a promise broken by a rotting piece of wood. Marc’s psychologist advises him to court his wife again&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;—&lt;/i&gt;a daunting task the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;first &lt;/i&gt;time around. Then his pastor suggests he call Sam and Lexa Lewis of TeamWork Missions, a ministry dear to Natalie’s heart. Determined to help her reclaim her life, the young groom makes great strides until a ghost from the past surfaces, opening fresh wounds and threatening to destroy it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 58.5pt 0pt 40.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;With Natalie’s trust shattered and Marc’s faith wavering, they head to Montana with TeamWork for a two-week work camp at Milestone Ranch. But instead of romancing his wife with warm fires, hot chocolate and a fresh start, he’s out in the cold and back at square one. Even if Natalie recovers her lost memories, will she forgive him? If not, can Marc come to terms with his deepest fear&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;—&lt;/i&gt;the failure of his marriage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 58.5pt 0pt 40.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="margin: 0in 58.5pt 0pt 40.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You’ll root for Marc and Natalie as they fight against the odds and discover that giving up the reins and surrendering all at the throne of grace doesn’t mean failure&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;—&lt;/i&gt;it’s simply called &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;faith&lt;/i&gt;. And it might be the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; way to finding their way back to one another . . . the second time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Second Time Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; will hold you captive from page one to the end. You will be swept up in the lives of Marc and Natalie and by the end of the book, they will be a part of your family. They will be a welcome addition and you will want to read their story over and over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JoAnn, I know that you are an incredibly busy woman! How do you balance family, working full time, writing and all of the other activities you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;It &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a very delicate balancing act, and there aren’t enough hours in the day. My full-time paralegal job is demanding, and with a husband and three children, something had to give in order for me to devote the time I needed, and wanted, to my blossoming writing career. I resigned from my position as a floor manager with the Kentucky Center for the Arts in late February. I adored my wonderful volunteer staff, but now they’re cheering me on from the sidelines and are so faithful. It’s so gratifying to have a personal contingent of fans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The short answer is the Lord sustains me, even when I feel like I can’t keep my eyes open or can’t keep going. It’s more of an energy (or lack thereof) thing with me these days, and since &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Awakening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; released in November 2010, it’s been an endless round of marketing, blog interviews and editing. Mind you, I’m not complaining, and I realize how blessed I am! The Lord has opened doors beyond my wildest expectations, and I am truly living the dream. How many people can truly say that? The other important thing to note is that the Lord gives me that peace to know that sometimes it’s okay to relax, to sit back and read or do something nice for myself. It reenergizes and refreshes me, and it’s every bit as important as all the rest. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Tell us about your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sarah just turned 22, and she’s a college student and works part-time. Like her father (my husband, Jim), she’s quiet and intellectual, and loves great literature and classic movies. She also resembles Jim with dark hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. Chelsea is almost 19 and also a college student. She’s more the social butterfly, and independent like her mother, and yes, favors me physically with her lighter hair and eyes. Matthew is my 15-year-old, and what a love bug! He’s high-functioning autistic (Asberger’s Syndrome), but he’s the smartest, brightest, most intuitive kid you’ll ever meet. He can look at a skyscraper and build it from memory – almost to scale – with Lego blocks. He’s a freshman in high school this year, and doing very well. He’ll probably&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;be an architect or a salesman (although meteorologist figures in, too). He’s atypical (in terms of the autism) in that he’s incredibly social and loving. Matthew embodies the love of Christ, and he will do great things through Christ who indeed strengthens him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I understand that &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Awakening&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Second Time Around &lt;/i&gt;are part of a series. Tell us how you thought of the idea for the first book and developed it into a series. Or did it even happen that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Yes, it’s called &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The Lewis Legacy Series&lt;/i&gt;, and the third book, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Twin Hearts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, is planned for release sometime in the early part of 2012. It picks up with the parallel love stories of the twins, Rebekah and Josh Grant, both already familiar to readers if they’ve read the other books. There’s something so familiar, comforting and lovely about revisiting old friends, and I like to think that’s true with this series. The books are all written, just waiting to be edited. The beauty in that is that I can go back and foreshadow certain events and add or delete certain things, if needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I never thought of writing a series until I rediscovered &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Awakening &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;more than a decade after it was originally written, and it’s loosely based on my own love story with Jim. It’s a testament of God’s faithfulness. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Awakening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was the last manuscript I wrote before putting my writing aside for a decade. I’d encourage readers who aren’t familiar with the story to read about it on my website (&lt;a href="http://www.joanndurgin.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;www.joanndurgin.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). When I looked at it again with “fresh” eyes, I got the idea for a series featuring the different members of TeamWork, the volunteer missions group introduced in&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Awakening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The volunteers introduced in the books represent different regions of the country, professions, etc. I thought it would be a good way for each book to be a stand-alone love story and yet connected with the other books, with Sam and Lexa as my core characters and mentors to the others (including three of Sam’s siblings). Each one builds on the events of the previous books, but again, each one can stand on its own (and I’m not revealing to anyone how many books there are – suffice it to say, it’s a lengthy series).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Tell us one thing about yourself that your readers do not know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;That’s a fun question! I have several little tidbits noted on my website. Things like being related to a Master’s and U.S. Open golf champion. Then there’s seeing Liz Taylor and Richard Burton together on the Broadway stage . . . being proposed to in Carmel, CA, after a romantic lunch&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;overlooking Monterey Bay. Let me think of something else…hmm… Okay, here’s one. The one thing I always wanted to do (but know I never will) is learn to fly a plane. Why not? I’m too short and too nearsighted. One of my bosses in California (a winegrower) had a private jet and took us to dinner one evening. Talk about a thrill! My uncle co-owns a private jet, and he flew some of the family from Indiana to Massachusetts for a wedding once (little did I know I’d be living just down the road outside Boston in about 20 more years!). You feel the air pockets and turbulence more in the smaller jets, but it was exciting to have the experience. Nothing thrills me more than the feeling of speed and power when a plane lifts off the runway. I’m content to put it all in God’s hands and the hands of fully-trained pilots and enjoy the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Thanks so much for hosting me on your blog, Edwina, and for being a supporter of Second Time Around and my other books. It’s been a real thrill. Blessings to you, my friends. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Matthew 5:16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for stopping by today, JoAnn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My&amp;nbsp;Readers: &lt;/strong&gt;I was given an ARC (Advanced Reader Copy)&amp;nbsp;for the purpose of reading the book and&amp;nbsp;writing the review. The ARC is not suitable to give as a prize. However, I was so blessed by this book that I want to bless one of you!&amp;nbsp; Please leave me a comment as to why you'd like to read this book and WHO you would pass it on to after you've finished. Be sure and leave me your email address so I can contact you if you are the&amp;nbsp;winner!&amp;nbsp; The random drawing will be held on Wednesday, October 5, so don't delay entering!! This&amp;nbsp;contest is open to U. S. residents only in the 48 contingent states and is&amp;nbsp;VOID where prohibited! You&amp;nbsp;must be 18 years or older to enter!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-8905977713412152063?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/8905977713412152063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=8905977713412152063&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8905977713412152063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/8905977713412152063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/09/bookreview-secondtime-around-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8n42bBijMHs/ToDh-A2pZ8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Uzx-tEZLvP8/s72-c/secondtimearoundthumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-5939382696725939450</id><published>2011-09-26T06:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T06:17:24.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Leaving by Karen Kingsbury</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Karen Kingsbury is well known for her “Life Changing Fiction.” She has written another life-changing book in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Leaving&lt;/i&gt;, Book One of the Bailey Flanigan Series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Readers of Karen’s book will remember meeting Bailey in the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Firstborn&lt;/i&gt; Series. We watched her grow in the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Sunrise &lt;/i&gt;series and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Above the Line&lt;/i&gt; series, all three series of the Baxter Family saga. And now she has her own series. I write about Bailey as if she’s a real person because that’s how Ms. Kingsbury’s books make us feel. She writes such in-depth characters that they become a part of our lives. We are happy when good things happen to them and we are sad during their difficult times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I will not spoil your reading pleasure by giving away the story of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Leaving.&lt;/i&gt;, although the title should be a obvious giveaway. Suffice it to say, if you are a fan of Karen’s books, you will enjoy &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Leaving.&lt;/i&gt; And if you’ve never read any of Karen’s books, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Leaving&lt;/i&gt; is a perfect book to start your journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I have a copy of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Leaving&lt;/i&gt; for a book give-away. Please leave your comment and let me know if you are a Karen Kingsbury fan or if this would be your first book Karen Kingsbury book to read. Be sure an leave your email address so if you win, I can contact you. Drawing will be held on Monday, October 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 427.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This book was provided free of charge by Amazon Vine Program for the sole purpose of a book review. The opinions expressed in this review are strictly my own and in no way reflect the opinions of Amazon, or its employees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ll2gMUP6yjU/ToBQxHSwqgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QkqNlgsxa1E/s1600/513IfadpgzL__SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp%252CTopRight%252C12%252C-18_SH30_OU01_AA160_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ll2gMUP6yjU/ToBQxHSwqgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QkqNlgsxa1E/s1600/513IfadpgzL__SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp%252CTopRight%252C12%252C-18_SH30_OU01_AA160_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-5939382696725939450?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/5939382696725939450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=5939382696725939450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/5939382696725939450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/5939382696725939450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/09/book-review-leaving-by-karen-kingsbury.html' title='Book Review: Leaving by Karen Kingsbury'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ll2gMUP6yjU/ToBQxHSwqgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QkqNlgsxa1E/s72-c/513IfadpgzL__SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp%252CTopRight%252C12%252C-18_SH30_OU01_AA160_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-2546251075560281473</id><published>2011-09-21T03:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T03:00:07.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bearing Fruit by Staci Stallings</title><content type='html'>I am delighted to have Staci Stallings as a guest blogger today! She has written an excellent post about a new way to look at John 15:1-2.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Bearing Fruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it, that it may bear more fruit.&lt;/i&gt; –John 15: 1-2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Every so often a misinterpretation corrected sends shock waves through my life. Thus it was with this Bible verse.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had always defined “bear” as meaning &lt;i&gt;to produce&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In other words, “Every branch in Me that does not produce fruit, He takes away…”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then I began reading about how God doesn’t expect us to do things for Him, no, He wants to do things through us if we allow Christ and the Holy Spirit to take over our lives to such a degree that it is &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt; doing the doing and not us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Okay, but there was still this verse.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Clearly it says if I am in Him, I will produce fruit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Right?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well, maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I give you this new insight to ponder, not so that you can accept it outright, but so that you can try it on in your life and see if it fits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There is a second definition of “bear” I had never considered. It is actually the first definition of the word.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Bear means &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;to carry or to hold&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Does that make any difference in how you read this verse?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Every branch in Me that does not &lt;i&gt;hold&lt;/i&gt; fruit, He takes away…”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;To me, holding is much different than producing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Holding is passive.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Someone else has done all the hard work to produce it, all I have to do is be strong enough in Christ to &lt;i&gt;hold &lt;/i&gt;the fruit He’s producing in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You know, looking back, I wonder how much fruit I didn’t “hold” because I was so busy trying to “produce” fruit on my own.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wasn’t focused on what God was doing in my life, I was focused on what I was doing for Him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Trust me on this, the difference between the two in theory and in practice are &lt;i&gt;huge!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The funny thing is, since I’ve stopped trying to produce fruit for Him, fruit in abundance has come into my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In my books, in my kids, in my marriage, in our finances.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Things I used to work so hard to accomplish (which never seemed to work out) are suddenly heaped upon me in blessing after blessing. I am convinced it’s because I stopped trying to produce and started being content to hold that this change has come about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, as I said before, consider this simple yet profound modification in the way you define “bear.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It may well change your entire life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify;"&gt;A stay-at-home mom with a husband, three kids and a writing addiction on the side, Staci Stallings has numerous titles for readers to choose from.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(Pick up the Price of Silence now for only $0.99! &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Price-of-Silence-ebook/dp/B004E9U7P6"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/The-Price-of-Silence-ebook/dp/B004E9U7P6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) Not content to stay in one genre and write it to death, Staci’s stories run the gamut from young adult to adult, from motivational and inspirational to full-out Christian and back again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xeyg5duhoCs/TneMhWfLQuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/knEo9h8Zjpw/s200/Staci+picture.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You’ll feel better for the experience!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;Copyright Staci Stallings 2006&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-2546251075560281473?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/2546251075560281473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=2546251075560281473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2546251075560281473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/2546251075560281473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/09/bearing-fruit-by-staci-stallings.html' title='Bearing Fruit by Staci Stallings'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xeyg5duhoCs/TneMhWfLQuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/knEo9h8Zjpw/s72-c/Staci+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-818860548206345908</id><published>2011-09-19T06:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T06:26:20.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late than Never - Winner Announced!</title><content type='html'>I don't know who created that term "better late than never" but recently, it has definitely applied to me! I'm sorry I missed the deadline for the drawing for Joel Osteen's book - but hey, I made my publisher's deadline - in fact, I was three days early!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Joy McGee who won &lt;em&gt;Every Day a Friday&lt;/em&gt; by Joel Osteen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned this week for a guest blog - and who knows - maybe more book giveaways! My bookcase shelves are beginning to protest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-818860548206345908?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/818860548206345908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=818860548206345908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/818860548206345908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/818860548206345908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/09/better-late-than-never-winner-announced.html' title='Better Late than Never - Winner Announced!'/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-7815523216473168675</id><published>2011-09-13T03:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T03:00:01.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ix1LagfTpII/Tm5dTUNmViI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SmLu_Jc6wZ8/s1600/EveryDayAFriday_Leaderboard.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="85" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ix1LagfTpII/Tm5dTUNmViI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SmLu_Jc6wZ8/s400/EveryDayAFriday_Leaderboard.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; Joel Osteen’s latest book, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Every Day a Friday&lt;/i&gt;, he proposes that everyone is happier on Friday. That we have survived the week and made it to the weekend. His premise for this book is that we can be happy every day of the week, not just on Friday. In fact, the subtitle of the book is: “How to be Happier 7 Days a Week.” Here is a quote from the back cover:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Faith is always in the present. Your attitude should be: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;I’m excited to be breathing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;today. I’m excited about my family, my health, and my opportunities. I have plenty&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;of reasons to be happy right now….&lt;/i&gt;You may have some setbacks and your circumstances&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;may change but don’t let that change your mind…Keep it set on happiness. It is your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;choice to be happy. Make up your mind to enjoy this day, to have a blessed,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;prosperous, victorious year.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 6pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Olsteen took the material for &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Every Day a Friday &lt;/i&gt;and divided it into seven sections, “all built on key points or holding on to your happiness and joy every day of the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Don’t Give Away Your Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Know What to Ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Live Without Crutches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Laugh Often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Celebrate Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Travel Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Be a Dream Releaser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Although there are many references to God and Scripture, much of the book reads like a “power of positive thinking” type book. A few examples are some of the subtitles within chapters: “Be the Best You Can Be; Stay in Your Own Race;” “Be the Best You!” Even the sidebars are very much positive-thinking oriented. “Run your own race. You have something great to offer.” “Don’t compare yourself. Celebrate yourself.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This book will appeal to the Charismatic Christians who prescribe to the practice of stating they want something and claiming it is theirs. These Christians deny that it is “positive thinking” but is done in faith. Opponents of the “name it and claim it” (as it was known in the earlier days of the Charismatic movement) will not appreciate this book for the very same reason that charismatics will like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ultimately, it will be up to you, the individual reader, as to whether you wish to buy and read &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Every Day a Friday: How to be Happier 7 Days a Week&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This book was given to me by Faith Words for the sole purpose of reading and writing this review. My opinion does not, in any manner, reflect the opinion of Faith Words, its owner nor its employees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This book is available to win! Just leave a comment, with your email address so I can contact you. The contest closes on Tuesday, September 20 at midnight; winner will be notified on Wednesday, September 21 via email. This contest is open only to residents of the U.S. and is void where prohibited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-dE-4C2-Hs/Tm5e6107KJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fpQxNGpcX7I/s1600/EveryDayAFriday_Square.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-dE-4C2-Hs/Tm5e6107KJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fpQxNGpcX7I/s1600/EveryDayAFriday_Square.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1786368593727565472-7815523216473168675?l=musingsofedwina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/feeds/7815523216473168675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1786368593727565472&amp;postID=7815523216473168675&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/7815523216473168675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1786368593727565472/posts/default/7815523216473168675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofedwina.blogspot.com/2011/09/joel-osteens-latest-book-every-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Edwina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06764445303008090045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DojfTth2GEY/TNMYauqup-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/X8BonR2taiA/S220/Me+-+Photo+Shoot.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ix1LagfTpII/Tm5dTUNmViI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SmLu_Jc6wZ8/s72-c/EveryDayAFriday_Leaderboard.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786368593727565472.post-6306280084225901488</id><published>2011-09-09T03:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T03:00:10.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Blogger: Jennifer Slattery</title><content type='html'>I am pleased and delighted to have as my guest today, Jennifer Slattery. Jennifer is a very busy wife, mom and writer. Be sure to check out her blog - the link is at the end of her devotion. Enjoy, be blessed and have a wonderful weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Blessed to be a Blessing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Gen Yer raised in the fight-or-flight era, I’ve heard the words, “pursue your dream!” so many times it runs through my brain on auto-pilot. The only problem is when I ride the American Dream bandwagon, it’s easy to let the dream overshadows the Dream-giver. I often get so caught up in the &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt; of God that I’m tempted to forget God all together. It’s like I’ve caught His vision, but in my pursuit, have left Him dust, asking Him to bless me after the fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem, without God, those great accomplishments and ministry endeavors are nothing more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me illustrate. When you think of Abraham, what comes to mind first? We often hear about how God blessed him and made his offspring into a mighty nation, right? Or what about Joseph? God gave Joseph a dream of grandeur, a dream that was ultimately fulfilled some thirteen (or so) years later. When we retell the story, what do we focus on? The dream, right? How God gave it to Joseph and everyone else wanted to slam on it, but God exalted Joseph anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only it wasn’t about Joseph, and it wasn’t about Abraham. God raised up Abraham for a purpose–not to bless Abraham, but instead, to bless all the nations through him. Abraham was the father of the Jewish race, and the Jews were the nation God used to reveal Himself to all mankind (and to bring about salvation through Jesus Christ.) When God blessed Abraham, in reality He was blessing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with Joseph. When we first meet Joseph in Genesis 37, it appears he’s consumed with the dream and how he’s going to rule over his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 37:5-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; Joseph had a dream, and when he told it to his brothers, they hated him all the more. &lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; He said to them, “Listen to this dream I had: &lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; We were binding sheaves of grain out in the field when suddenly my sheaf rose and stood upright, while your sheaves gathered around mine and bowed down to it.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; His brothers said to him, “Do you intend to reign over us? Will you actually rule us?” And they hated him all the more because of his dream and what he had said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; Then he had another dream, and he told it to his brothers. “Listen,” he said, “I had another dream, and this time the sun and moon and eleven stars were bowing down to me.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; When he told his father as well as his brothers, his father rebuked him and said, “What is this dream you had? Will your mother and I and your brothers actually come and bow down to the ground before you?” &lt;sup&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; His brothers were jealous of him, but his father kept the matter in mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hard knocks and some rather painful humbling, he comes to realize it was never about him. It was about how God wanted to save many, including his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference in tone, and who Joseph points to, in this passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 45:5-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; And now, do not be distressed and do not be angry with yourselves for selling me here, because it was to save lives that God sent me ahead of you. &lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; For two years now there has been famine in the land, and for the next five years there will be no plowing and reaping. &lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; But God sent me ahead of you to preserve for you a remnant on earth and to save your lives by a great deliverance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, although God used one man, named Joseph, to bring about His plan, all the while He was thinking about the masses. Because that’s how God works. (I can’t help but wonder how his brothers felt, once they’d reached the end of the story and realized that God had their well-being in mind the entire time. Ah, if only we could see the bigger picture!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does this related to writing? (Or any other “dream” God has given you.) God doesn’t give us gifts for our own benefit. Nor are they ever intended to bring glory to ourselves. He gives us gifts so that His purpose can be fulfilled. He blesses us so that we will be a blessing. But when our eyes are on ourselves, we get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step, it seems, is to let it go. Hand your gift, whatever it is, over to God, to be used as He sees fit. Whether that means writing a best-selling novel or spending hours crafting a Vacation Bible School lesson for your small, unknown church. It’s His gift, remember? You’re just the vessel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continually work towards intentionally living, I’m going to ask God, daily,&amp;nbsp;to empty me of self, fill me with Him and help me to catch a glimpse of the bigger, eternal picture. I’m going to actively and personally pray Romans 12:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear Lord, do not allow me to conform to the things of this world, but transform me by renewing my mind. Help me to see and understand Your good, pleasing will. Help me to offer my body, my time, my gifts and my mind, to You as a perfect, pleasing sacrifice. This will be my act of worship.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world says forge ahead. God says wait on Me and allow Me to live through you, as I want, when I want, because&amp;nbsp;I see the bigger picture, and I’ve written the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I’m asking God to show me areas or times when I’ve been tempted to seek my own glory instead of acting in humbled obedience. I’m asking Him to help me lay yourself, my gifts, my dreams, my time…whatever, on the alter so I can be a cleansed and open vessel ready to do His will. Most importantly, I’m asking Him to enable me to catch a glimpse of His bigger, eternal picture. Because when my time on earth is done and I stand before the throne of God, I will be held accountable not for what I accomplished, but how well I obeyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  *****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Slattery is a freelance writer and publicist living in the midwest with her husband of sixteen years and their fourteen year old daughter. She writes for Christ to the World Ministries, the Christian Pulse, Afictionado, and Samie Sisters and the the marketing manager for the literary website, Clash of the Titles. She’s also a co-host of a modern day, meet at the well, Facebook community called Living by Grace. When she’s not writing, helping other authors polish their manuscripts or increase their platform, you’ll probably find traipsing through her neighborhood hand-in-hand with her forever true love, nibbling on a hot soft pretzel, or nose-deep in a great novel. Visit her devotional blog, Jennifer Slattery Lives Out Loud (&lt;a href="http://jenniferslatterylivesoutloud.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://jenniferslatterylivesoutloud.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) to find out more about her and her writing. Visit her business blog, Words that Keep (&lt;a href="http://wordsthatkeep.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://wordsthatkeep.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) to learn how she can help you take your novel from good to great.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SAqXQ0tHNmM/TmlTymdiyGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/iayMXU_3eXQ/s1600/Jennifer%2527s+Bio+Pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SAqXQ0tHNmM/TmlTymdiyGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/iayMXU_3eXQ/s200/Jennifer%2527s+Bio+Pic.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SAqXQ0tHNmM/TmlTymdiyGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/iayMXU_3eXQ/s1600/Jennifer%2527s+Bio+Pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"&gt;  &lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"&gt; &lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_1" o:spid="_x0000_i1025" style="height: 156.75pt; mso-wrap-style: square; visibil
