Infusing Harmony into Everyday Life
Monday, November 30, 2009
WHY???
I started this blog over a month ago with a certain purpose in mind. God had called me to began speaking. He called me to began sharing my testimony. Why ??? After about 18 months with no doors opening to speak He impressed on me to start this blog. Why ??? I believe the reason is to share my story. To tell how far he has brought me. Why ??? Will my story really matter ? Will I be able to find the words to fully express how much He has loved me. Why does He love me ??? In the few months. That question of Why, has been in the foremost front of my mind. I pray that in the next few days or weeks He will give me the words to adequately tell you all where I was, how He came to meet me there and how He has walked with me since.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Become 1 Leper
17Jesus asked, "Were not all ten cleansed? Where are the other nine? 18Was no one found to return and give praise to God except this foreigner?" 19Then he said to him, "Rise and go; your faith has made you well." Luke 17:17-19
This Thanksgiving week are you like the one that returned to give thanks and praise to Christ or are you like the other 9 that never returned. Our pastor preached on Luke 17:11-19 this past Sunday. We often are thankful for the “things” we have and the people we have in our lives but how many time do we stop and just thank God for the breathe He puts in our lungs each second. And even more than that do we ever thank Him for the pain and trials that we go through.
As we get together with family and friends over this holiday not only thank Him for the material things but express your thankfulness to Him for the Cross
This Thanksgiving week are you like the one that returned to give thanks and praise to Christ or are you like the other 9 that never returned. Our pastor preached on Luke 17:11-19 this past Sunday. We often are thankful for the “things” we have and the people we have in our lives but how many time do we stop and just thank God for the breathe He puts in our lungs each second. And even more than that do we ever thank Him for the pain and trials that we go through.
As we get together with family and friends over this holiday not only thank Him for the material things but express your thankfulness to Him for the Cross
Sunday, November 15, 2009
One Car = One Soul
The world and its desires pass away, but the man who does the will of God lives forever.
I John 2:17 NIV
This past week was one of those weeks that cause your mind to re-focus and ponder on the things in life that truly matter. Let me explain:
On Monday morning when I got in the office I found out that one of my co-worker's mother had passed away over the weekend. So that day was spent in prayer for the family, arranging to send flowers and going to the funeral home for visitation.
Tuesday morning brought more sad news. After only being in the office a couple of hours I received word that another co-worker's father in law had passed away early that morning. Since this funeral was out of town I would be unable to attend but all the same sadness and sentiment that I had felt on Monday came over me again.
The wild mixture of emotion continued on Wednesday, Veteran's Day, as I stood on the sidewalk watch the tribute that was being paid to the men and women that had served our country. How do you say thank you to those people? How do we even begin to repay them? How do we allow our children to forget?
Praise God the Thursday brought no additional news.
I arrived at to my office Friday morning and was there alone. I really was just unmotivated to work and I caught myself staring out the widow. From my perch on the 21st floor of the building this is what I saw…..
I sat there for several minutes watching these cars coming and going, to and from whatever their day holds. I begin to think that in each one of those cars is at least one soul and my concern grew. Tears flowed down my face as the questions started rolling through my head. Where is that soul? Does he/she know Christ? Are they just wondering through their daily routine with no thought of eternity? Are they seeking and searching, lost in their in need for God? Do I really care? Do I hurt and weep over those individual souls as Jesus does? Why do I and so many others sit still in our salvation while others are unaware of the peace and joy God has to offer them?
There are lost souls around us each day and in all situations. What are we going to do to reach them?
I John 2:17 NIV
This past week was one of those weeks that cause your mind to re-focus and ponder on the things in life that truly matter. Let me explain:
On Monday morning when I got in the office I found out that one of my co-worker's mother had passed away over the weekend. So that day was spent in prayer for the family, arranging to send flowers and going to the funeral home for visitation.
Tuesday morning brought more sad news. After only being in the office a couple of hours I received word that another co-worker's father in law had passed away early that morning. Since this funeral was out of town I would be unable to attend but all the same sadness and sentiment that I had felt on Monday came over me again.
The wild mixture of emotion continued on Wednesday, Veteran's Day, as I stood on the sidewalk watch the tribute that was being paid to the men and women that had served our country. How do you say thank you to those people? How do we even begin to repay them? How do we allow our children to forget?
Praise God the Thursday brought no additional news.
I arrived at to my office Friday morning and was there alone. I really was just unmotivated to work and I caught myself staring out the widow. From my perch on the 21st floor of the building this is what I saw…..
I sat there for several minutes watching these cars coming and going, to and from whatever their day holds. I begin to think that in each one of those cars is at least one soul and my concern grew. Tears flowed down my face as the questions started rolling through my head. Where is that soul? Does he/she know Christ? Are they just wondering through their daily routine with no thought of eternity? Are they seeking and searching, lost in their in need for God? Do I really care? Do I hurt and weep over those individual souls as Jesus does? Why do I and so many others sit still in our salvation while others are unaware of the peace and joy God has to offer them?
There are lost souls around us each day and in all situations. What are we going to do to reach them?
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
This is only a test
I have not been seeing the comments link on the last post that I put up. I have made some changes I hope I have corrected the error.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Pebbles in his Pants
"Because you are precious in my eyes, and honored, and I love you, I give men in return for you, peoples in exchange for your life. " ISA 43:4 ESV
Recently, I was going through some boxes that had a few of the treasures from my children’s kindergarten years and I found one of Anthony’s most prized possessions of that time: a rock. It was just a plain rock. It was not a precious stone or a shining crystal but just a simple rock. While I sat in his room holding the rock in my hand I felt the sting of tears in my eyes as well as laughter bubbling up in me.
When he was about 3 or 4 years old I would have to empty handfuls for playground pea gravel out of his pockets every evening when I would pick him up at daycare. This daily pocket checking/empting just became a natural part of our routine and then one day there was no gravel. There was none in the front pockets and none in the back pockets, none in the jeans pockets and none in the jacket pockets. I was so please and thought that we were finally past this “rock loving” phase.
Later that evening as I picked up his jeans off the bathroom floor one tiny piece of pea gravel fell and rolled across the floor, then another one and finally many more started spilling out of the cuffs of those jeans. I gathered up the all of his little treasures and went to his room to have yet another discussion with him. I questioned his fascination with these small, plain, ordinary stones. Why did he cherish them so much?
He lowered his head, looked back up at me through those cute little blue glasses and said, “Momma, each one is so special."
I replied, “But they are all same. Why do you have to bring them ALL home?”
“No, they are not all alike. Each one is special. See this one is brown with darker spots, this one is pink and shiny and this one is gray with lines on it……” He went on and on to list something exclusive about each one I held in my hand.
My eyes still fill with tears today remembering that story because it makes me some what understand why Jesus holds us so dear. All the marks, scars and imperfections we see in ours lives are the exact things God sees as our uniqueness that He will/can use for His glory. He hides us in the covering of His blood just as Anthony hid his pebbles in his pant’s cuff.
Recently, I was going through some boxes that had a few of the treasures from my children’s kindergarten years and I found one of Anthony’s most prized possessions of that time: a rock. It was just a plain rock. It was not a precious stone or a shining crystal but just a simple rock. While I sat in his room holding the rock in my hand I felt the sting of tears in my eyes as well as laughter bubbling up in me.
When he was about 3 or 4 years old I would have to empty handfuls for playground pea gravel out of his pockets every evening when I would pick him up at daycare. This daily pocket checking/empting just became a natural part of our routine and then one day there was no gravel. There was none in the front pockets and none in the back pockets, none in the jeans pockets and none in the jacket pockets. I was so please and thought that we were finally past this “rock loving” phase.
Later that evening as I picked up his jeans off the bathroom floor one tiny piece of pea gravel fell and rolled across the floor, then another one and finally many more started spilling out of the cuffs of those jeans. I gathered up the all of his little treasures and went to his room to have yet another discussion with him. I questioned his fascination with these small, plain, ordinary stones. Why did he cherish them so much?
He lowered his head, looked back up at me through those cute little blue glasses and said, “Momma, each one is so special."
I replied, “But they are all same. Why do you have to bring them ALL home?”
“No, they are not all alike. Each one is special. See this one is brown with darker spots, this one is pink and shiny and this one is gray with lines on it……” He went on and on to list something exclusive about each one I held in my hand.
My eyes still fill with tears today remembering that story because it makes me some what understand why Jesus holds us so dear. All the marks, scars and imperfections we see in ours lives are the exact things God sees as our uniqueness that He will/can use for His glory. He hides us in the covering of His blood just as Anthony hid his pebbles in his pant’s cuff.
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