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Posted:Sep 14, 2009 9:47 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2009 7:47 pm 3332 Views
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Everytime I hear this song, I am moved to tears. In fact, I am such a wuss that even re-reading the lyrics makes me cry.
The first time I heard this song, I was a fairly new Christian and to this day, it still blows me away. I have been that trembling before Him.... so unworthy and yet so very loved.
Talk about a sacrifice! What He did on that cross makes anything and everything I go through so very non-consequential in comparison.
If you have never heard this song, I beg you to please google it, find it on that tube site... And have a box of tissues handy.
Why by Nichole Nordemon
We rode into town the other day
Just me and my daddy
He said I'd finally reached that age
And I could ride next to him on a
That of course was not quite as wide
We heard a crowd of people shouting
And so we stopped to find out why
And there was that man that my dad said he loved
But today there was fear in his eyes
So I said daddy why are they screaming
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe?
I'll bet that crown hurts him more then he shows
Daddy please can't you do something?
He looks as though he's gonna cry
You said he was stronger then all of those guys
Daddy please tell me why?
Why does everyone want him to die?
Later that day the sky grew cloudy
And daddy said I should go inside
Somehow he knew things would get stormy
Boy was he right
But I could not keep from wondering
If there was something he had to hide
So after he left I had to find out
I was not afraid of getting lost
So I followed the crowds
To a hill where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from the cross
And it said father why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for my clothes?
This crown of thorns hurts me more then it shows
Father please can't you do something?
I know that you must hear my cry's
I thought I could handle a cross of this size
Father remind me why?
Why does everyone want me to die?
When will I understand why?
My precious
I hear them screaming
I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming
But soon I will clothe you in robes of my own
Jesus this hurts me much more then you know
But this dark hour
I must do nothing
Though I've heard your unbearable cries
The power in your blood
Destroys all of the lies
Soon you'll see past their unmerciful lies
Look there below
See the
Trembling by her father's side
Now I can tell you why
She is why you must die
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Mommy's Little Dirt Magnet
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Posted:Sep 13, 2009 7:39 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2009 8:02 am 3672 Views
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It's another joyful day of rain here. Drizzle between downpours with lots of steamy, sticky humidity. I still find it amazing that people will pay to sit in a cedar room full of humidity when I have it all for free here but I stay inside with my a/c. But that's beside the point...
I can't help but remember one day when my Jacob was nine or 10 and he asked if he could go play in the rain with a couple of his friends. It was a warm day much like today and I told him just don't track a bunch of water in the house. Just holler at door and I would bring him a towel when he is finished.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, when he asked to play in the rain, he actually meant, can he play in the mud.
The playground at the apartments where we lived didn't have grass. It was a large dirt area centered around a couple of broken swings and a old slide. It flooded quite easily and because a mud paradise in the eyes of most boys my 's age.
Jacob and his friends took their boogie boards and decided to slip n slide through the mud mush of the playground. They were having the time of their lives and here I thought my punkenstein was just running through the rain.
Some time later, I heard the yell at the door. "Mom, I need a towel!"
Grabbing a fresh warm towel from the dryer, I met him at the door but this couldn't be my boy. This boy was covered head to toe in mud. He had mud in his eyelashes, his ears and his underwear.
Shocked and surprised, I exclaimed, "Jacob Taylor!"
After all, isn't that when most mothers use both first and middle names of their .
"What," he replied, "Don't you always call me Mommy's Little Dirt Magnet?"
All I could do is laugh. After all, he had nailed me good!
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Not just another bird
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Posted:Sep 12, 2009 10:25 pm
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2009 12:32 am 3454 Views
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Right now, God has me in a situation where I must trust Him totally for my provision.
However, it sure seems like it would be easier to accept if I just received something with a note on it that said "From God" instead of Him using other humans to get through to me.
I hate confrontation but as I was writing to a friend earlier today, God is making me confront many issues that I have placed on the back burner way too long including pride, trust and self worth.
But instead of going through these issues alone, I know God is there and yes, He will continue to provide.
A verse that has given me much hope and strength through the years keeps resonating through my mind today...
"Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap; they have no storeroom nor barn, and yet God feeds them; how much more valuable you are than the birds!" Luke 12:24.
I have to mentally strive to see myself through God's eyes and His see me as more valuable than a bird and yet He provides for them...
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Have you ever?
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Posted:Sep 10, 2009 8:58 am
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2009 12:43 am 4483 Views
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Have you ever been vacuuming and you come across this little piece of thread or something that just won't get sucked up into the vacuum?
So you run it over with the vacuum a couple of times before you pick up the item off the floor... but instead of taking the item to the trash, you throw the item back on the floor and proceed to hit it a couple more times with the vacuum?
Come on, admit it... you've done it, haven't ya?
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Garbage In - Garbage Out
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Posted:Sep 7, 2009 9:12 am
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2009 5:54 am 3548 Views
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I have been asking myself why I couldn't seem to come up with a decent post lately. I am one of those people who constantly have ideas running through her head and normally have very little trouble putting them to paper... or computer in this case.
I am not without thoughts going through my mind but the will to actually get them written. I come here and read some the other posts and think, "Sheesh, are we back to this again? Can't people find somewhere to argue in private? I thought the group discussions section was where everyone did their doctrinal arguing? But it hasn't even been much doctrinal arguing but petty name calling... Why am I reading this? Enough!"
By the time I go through that thought process, my original thoughts of the victories I have felt, witnessed, celebrated are tucked into the back of my heart. And I have very little drive to share them anymore. Would anyone truly care? Are my little victories and praises to God for that victory even seen here amidst the post after post of name calling back and forth.
But if I let those negative thoughts echo in my mind then I am letting the enemy in to separate me from the things of God which are those things good and pure.
I received an email today that reminded me of a few things that I certainly needed to be reminded about...
The email spoke of Revelations 2, the letter to the church of Ephesus -
"I know your deeds, your hard work and your perseverance. I know that you cannot tolerate wicked men, that you have tested those who claim to be apostles but are not, and have found them false. You have persevered and have endured hardships for my name, and have not grown weary. Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love. Remember the height from which you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first. If you do not repent, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place. But you have this in your favor: You hate the practices of the Nicolaitans, which I also hate. He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes, I will give the right to eat from the tree of life, which is in the paradise of God."
I completed an unusual study of Revelations some years back. A lot of studies of Revelations are so filled with looking for symbolism that will prove that this country will go after that country and yada yada yada. The one I did was a lot different.
You read each of the letters to the churches and then looked personally at which one really represented your relationship with God. I won't go into which letters spoke to me the most at the time but now, the letter to the church of Ephesus certainly does.
I forgot my first love - God... I come here and read all the negative posts and my good thoughts of God go completely on a back shelf somewhere. And I think, oh I'll write about it when I am in a much better mood.
Well, I was in a good mood when I opened the page. What happened?
In some ways, I have also become lazy. Oh my prayer life is fine. But I should be grabbing my Bible more instead of depending on online resources. My current Bible does not have a very good concordance and the Bible that has the rockin' concordance remains in storage in Arizona.
Perhaps if I can afford it on my next full check, it's time to go get a new Bible!! Get back to my first love!
The first Bible I ever had was given to me by a local Cowboy Church. Yep, we sat on haybales. I had been talking to a friend of mine who had also been searching for more in her life and being that she is a horsewoman, she asked me if I wanted to check out this Cowboy Church held in a barn.
Yes, I call Texas my home and have since the late 70s when we moved here as I began high school but I am sooooo not a stereotypical Texas girl. I am more of an Arizona hippie chick. I never even rode a until I went on a trip to Canada a few years ago.
I wait and I wait and I wait and my girlfriend never shows up. From the dirt parking lot, I can hear a band starting to play and they are jammin' - Guitars, drums, fiddles, slide guitars... oh and I don't care for most country music btw...
I took a seat on a haybale in the back. It was so I could keep an eye out for my friend or make a quick exit if they brought out snakes or something weird.
The preacher got up to speak and said he was tired of seeing the same faces up front each week and not being able to see the people in the back who are often the first to leave so he asked everyone to turn around and face the other direction on the haybale. He was gonna preach from the back today...
I was on the last haybale in next to the center aisle... Now I am smack dab right in front of the preacher!!!
Thankfully, he didn't bring out any snakes... I would have bolted from the front row right past him to my car!!
However, God touched my heart that day! I reached for Him and He reached for me! That day changed my life for ever...
The preacher gave me a free Bible... a cowboy Bible. The helps section was full of scriptures designed to help alcoholic cowboys who had fallen off the wagon and there was a section about their prison ministries. But the actual Bible portion text was NIV all the way.
Although I never returned to the Cowboy Church as the haybales played havoc on my asthma, I read that Cowboy Bible until the pages were literally falling out...
I ended up at a Bible church once I had felt I had caught up to know the different between Moses and Job and Adam and John and Jesus. One evening at a Ladies Bible Study, I went to look up a passage in Proverbs and the half the book dropped out of my hands.
Overhighlighted and underlined pages went everywhere. I was so embarrassed I was such a klutz. For some reason one of the ladies bought me a new NIV study Bible with a wonderful concordance and so many research resources and background information.
I underlined and highlighted that thing like crazy. After a while it was hard to read the scripture as the highlights were bleeding through and looking dark brown in some spots.
I bought a NAS after that. I love my NAS. It is smaller and is great for carrying around. It has a soft leather cover on it. But I sure do miss the concordance of my old study Bible which has sat in storage in Arizona for over five years now.
Yep, it's time for a new Bible... It's time to get back to my first love - God and His word. I think I'll get some new highlighters too!
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Are you bored?
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Posted:Aug 28, 2009 7:39 am
Last Updated:Sep 5, 2009 9:20 pm 3438 Views
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One of my major pet peeves is when someone comes into chat posting how bored they are. Well, I am not going to tap dance for them for free, especially if they want me to throw in the sparklers.
However, I found an even better act if one is indeed bored. Go to that Tube video site. You know the one. Wink wink!
Now search for - VocaPeople: Israeli Acapella Group (PLUS SONG NAMES)
I found these people amazingly entertaining. Perhaps you will too!
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What about our witness?
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Posted:Aug 25, 2009 8:29 am
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2009 7:33 am 3446 Views
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BC hasn't changed much over the years. There are always going to be misunderstandings in this method of communication because this form lacks voice inflection, emotion, and body language.
So how are we supposed to handle misunderstandings when we are hurt and offended?
In my opinion, calling people out by name and calling them names on our blogs only hurts our witness to those who are new here, new to learning about God or are here searching for something more in their lives (God).
Now I have been involved in a few altercations/misunderstandings here in BC. Some of which I was right and some I was wrong. (Don't tell anyone about the latter! LOL )
One of the first posts I did offended a woman here greatly. But instead of calling me on it publically in her blog and telling everyone what a rotten sinner I was, she wrote me an email and explained her stance and why she was hurt by my post. Through a series of emails here at BC, we basically came to an understanding and I no longer thought of her as this legalistic kill-joy but a very kind and loving Christian woman.
In fact, she became a very good online friend of mine. God took something bad and turned into something for His glory. She is an amazing and inspirational friend in my life. I am so grateful she had the gumption to write to me.
I was recently on the other end because I was offended by a post and felt attacked. When the person who I thought attacked me realized I felt this way, he came forward and emailed me. It turned out he never realized he had offended me until another pointed it out to him privately. I think he had posted to me out of the hurt from another but he never ever intended to hurt me in any way.
How do I know this? He came to me via email and explained. I probably should have emailed him first when I felt attacked and offended. He was the better person in this situation and I respect him greatly for it.
So instead of all this name calling and he said/she said garbage, perhaps we should all just go to the person via email and handle this stuff like adults instead of posting every wrong we feel someone has done to us like a would tell on another to their mommy.
Please consider what your actions look like to those who are searching for Christ. Are they showing the fruits of the spirit or are you just ruining your witness with a holier than thou attitude?
"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law."
–Galatians 5:22-23
The rest is just bananas!!
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Too cheap for photoshop?
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Posted:Aug 23, 2009 10:07 am
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2009 6:18 am 3310 Views
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According to an article in the Chicago Tribune last month and reported by News of the Weird:
"Chicago banker George Michael, seeking to avoid $80,000 a year in property taxes, decided to call his $3 million mansion a "church" and apply for tax exemption as pastor, and in July 2008, his application was somehow preliminarily approved by the Illinois Department of Revenue.
According to a Chicago Tribune report, the application included a photograph of the "church," which was just a shot of an outer wall of Michael's house with a large cross on it, except that the cross was later discovered to have been merely placed on the photograph in marker pen.
In July 2009, a state administrative law judge finally reversed the earlier approval."
I guess the guy was too cheap to use photoshop!! LOL
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Marriot just lost a customer
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Posted:Aug 16, 2009 4:42 pm
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2009 5:50 am 3194 Views
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I read a story this morning about a civil suit filed on behalf of a young mother who was inside her minivan in a parking garage for a Marriot hotel. This happened in 2006 in front of her two young .
The man responsible for the dastardly deed is now behind bars for 20 years. The civil suit claims the hotel chain is partly to blame since it was their parking garage and the suspicious man was seen loitering in the garage for several hours before the attack by several hotel employees who did nothing to have him removed.
Whether the hotel chain is indeed responsible is up to the judge in the case but what annoyed me was how the attorneys for the hotel said not only were they not to blame but the was the fault of the careless and negligent behavior of the victim.
Now I am not sure how this woman was careless and negligent as the attorneys have claimed but JW Marriot has since released a statement saying that they apologize for placing the blame on the victim in this attack.
Personally, when I stay in a hotel, I don't cut many corners. That's not to say that I only stay in five star hotels, by any means. However, I do try to make sure I can stay at a hotel where the door is not on the outside of the building. I keep my room locked at all times. I make sure I don't park in between vehicles where mine can no longer be seen. And I make sure any valuables are locked in my trunk where no one can see them.
I also try to stay at reputable chain hotels so if I do experience a problem, they can take care of it.
When my was a little guy, I remember how easy it was to become distracted with diaper bags, strollers, and a crying kiddo. This woman had two under the age of five with her. I am sure her hands were pretty full trying to get them out of the van and into the hotel.
Despite the apology, I don't think I'll be staying at any Marriot hotels again. The whole thing just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
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A View from the Little Toe
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Posted:Aug 11, 2009 7:49 am
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2009 11:26 am 3353 Views
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Now I know we are all different parts of the Body and I often joke that I must be the little toe that gets stubbed a lot but a lot of time I feel like I am of a completely different body than many others here.
First, let me preface this by saying prophetic gifts are not my forte. That is not to say I don't have many friends who have prophetic gifts because they do and I love them dearly.
I also know that His word is alive and energetic which is why one can read the same verse over and over again and gather different interpretations and ideas from it each time.
I am one of those people who firmly believes that if I ask God for wisdom, He will give it to me. Often, He shows me what I need to know when I need to know it. If He doesn't show me anything in particular then I figure it's not the right time for me personally to need to know that particular thing. After all, He sees a much bigger picture and His ways are so much higher than mine.
Sometimes He shows me who to pray for. Often these are people who are in some sort of great pain. Since this is quite often, I figure this is a portion of what I am supposed to do for the Body.
Never once, has He revealed to me a pearl of His wisdom in order to berate, beat down or belittle someone who does not think the same way.
Have I ever shared what He has revealed to me with someone else? You betcha! But I know that what He has revealed to me is for my personal relationship with Him and not another's. Sometimes it does turn out to be confirmation for another but I reveal it only because I am just so thrilled to receive His wisdom and usually I have no clue that it will serve as a confirmation to another.
While I can tell you much about my personal relationship with Jesus, it will never replace another's personal relationship with Jesus. There is no two for one sale here. Everyone has to get their own.
And quite frankly, I am more than satisfied with my own relationship with Jesus. I am uniquely blessed and fully believe that God did not save us all into sameness. We each have been given gifts and blessings that are uniquely for each of us.
Although I am happy to share what He has generously given me, I cannot establish a relationship with Jesus for another. That's up to that other person. Instead, I am called to pray.
It's a good thing that God gave this little toe knees that work well!
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