tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13170630248247195572024-02-18T18:38:56.990-08:00H.O.P.E.Helping Others Pain EaseH.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-23631932375093442942010-05-10T12:29:00.000-07:002010-05-10T12:36:10.992-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Eileen Gerard</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">August 7th, 1950 - March 8th, 2010<br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM3rTsVtdg20YlNGMP2kr7apwIpc05V8ZYEiyQjLYh1x8qmbIpT5ax4BlYb_FB6qTJC6J4IeHgUXuaiT31fQwgcznqvYFuRagBuq4vk5_Dvt_S3rl4xCraoBjlUOfbshRfPqC09f8i2jrO/s1600/momfun.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469726521986930386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM3rTsVtdg20YlNGMP2kr7apwIpc05V8ZYEiyQjLYh1x8qmbIpT5ax4BlYb_FB6qTJC6J4IeHgUXuaiT31fQwgcznqvYFuRagBuq4vk5_Dvt_S3rl4xCraoBjlUOfbshRfPqC09f8i2jrO/s320/momfun.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We want to keep this blog so that we can look back at it. But oviously it will not be updated anymore. Thanks! Eileen's family.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Eileen Marie(Durant) Gerard 59 of Hobe Sound, Fl, went to meet her heavenly Father, early Monday morning, March 8.<br /><br />She was proceeded in death by her grandmother Thelma Tawney, and father Jack Romeyn.<br /><br />She was a loving wife to her husband, James A. Gerard of 40 years. She was a wonderful mother to her three daughters: Sarah Gerard of Jackson, MI; Ruth (Rodney)Jackson of Hobe Sound, FL; Rebecca Gerard of Hobe Sound, FL.<br /><br />She was a godly example to her three grandsons; Ethan Jackson, Evan Jackson, and Easton Jackson all of Hobe Sound, Fl.<br /><br />She was the loving daughter of Joyce and Eugene Weatherwax of Kentwood, MI; and step-daughter to Betty Romeyn of Altoona, FL.<br /><br />She was proud to be called the sister of Sandy Heringa of Comstock Park, MI, of Jack Durant of Sparta, Mi, Wayne and Gena Romeyn of Hudsonville, Mi; Berry Romeyn of Grand Rapids, MI, Sue Vander Laan of Newago, MI;<br /><br />She was the Aunt to four nieces and four nephews.<br /><br />She took to heart being the godmother of her great nephew Joseph Kornoelje.<br /><br />She treasured her family but also her many friends She loved the Lord most of all and enjoyed being involved in her church and missions. She enjoyed life and made sure to give God the glory for it. She was dedicated to her relationship with her heavenly Father and was not ashamed to show it. She loved reading His word and made it a daily practice. She loved working with children and doing crafts and sewing. But the her passion was not a physical sewing but a spiritual sewing of the knowledge of God into the lives of those that she came in contact with. She had a beautiful smile no matter how she felt physically or mentally, because she knew she was in God's hands. She will be loved and missed by family and friends.<br /><br />Her void may seem to come too soon for us but with God His timing is perfectH.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-7881536967705874532008-04-15T11:20:00.000-07:002008-11-12T19:23:58.470-08:00The Road to Emmaus!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZB0T9pLduPdPVOFEVNUU8ErsM-fA_rey3mUpN9bELk8T5KckhItRnTkSjkQ9tnaPIqTvJePm2BngOnxI71g0i_XNxiOFP7eAdfWKHJsXb3iIX6Cg4WK2q9zy1rfa_XrFdSNQBv4NvyWu/s1600-h/Forest.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189705077043744322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZB0T9pLduPdPVOFEVNUU8ErsM-fA_rey3mUpN9bELk8T5KckhItRnTkSjkQ9tnaPIqTvJePm2BngOnxI71g0i_XNxiOFP7eAdfWKHJsXb3iIX6Cg4WK2q9zy1rfa_XrFdSNQBv4NvyWu/s400/Forest.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Have you ever wondered what it would be like to walk the road to Emmaus? I know I have. Just think about it you are walking and all of a sudden a stranger walks up to you and they start talking to you. I don't know about you, but I would be afraid of what they would want.</span> <div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Unfortunately it isn't safe to be to friendly with a stranger. We today stress to our children, DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS! Why? You ask. Because people have made it so that we can't trust people today. I know as my children were growing up, I stressed all the time to keep together and don't leave one another onlone with anyone. That is sad that we have to do that today but it is for their safty and ours. Do you lock your doors? I use to not lock mine. My grandfather would really get unto me about it. I did trust people I guess. But God gave us a mind to use and I guess I wasn't using mine. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">If someone has betrayed us it is hard to trust again. For me as I have lived my life and things were not always good for me growing up. But God had His Hand on me and now I can say that even though there have been things in my life I don't like to look back at God has given me an assurance that He will always be there. I can trust Him. In His word, it says :</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">John 14:1-4</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><em>"Let not your heart be troubled, ye believe in God believe also in me. </em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><em>In my Father's house are many mansions. If it were not so I would have told you.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><em>I go to prepare a place for you and if I go to prepare a place for you I will come again and recieve you onto myself. That where I am there will you be also.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><em>And wither I go ye know and the way ye know." John 14:1-4</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>How about you? Do you trust Him enough to walk with Him? </strong>Tust in the Lord. In Psalms it says: <em>Trust in the Lord, and do good: dwell in the land , and feed</em></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#003300;"><em>on His faithfulness. Psalms 37:3</em></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#003300;">Then in Proverbs it says: <em>Trust in the Lord with all your heart, </em></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#003300;"><em>Lean not to thy own understanding. Proverbs 3:5</em></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"><em>It Takes Trust!</em></span></strong></span></span></div><div><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#003300;">The basis of any relationship must be trust. Trusting God with your success isn't much of a challenge. The real test of trust is sharing your secrets, your inner failures and fears. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#003300;">Jesus once told the woman at the well, <em>"True worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for the Gather is seeking such (real people flawed people like you) to worship Him. God is Spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth. " (John 4:23, 24).</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#003300;">You have nothing to fear for your honesty with the Father won't reveal anything He doesn't already know. His intellect is so keen that He doesn't have to wait for you to make a mistake. He knows about your failure before you fail. His knowledge is all inclusive, spanning the gap between time and inccidentl He knows your thoughts even as you subconsciously gather them in your own mind. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Once you realize this, all your attempts at silence and secrecy will seem childish and ridiculous. He is "the all seeing One," and He knows perfectly and completely what is in you. When you pray, and more importantly, when you commune with God, you must have the kind of confidence and assurance that neither requires nor allows deceit. Although my Father abhors my sin, He loves me. His love is incomrehensible, primarily because there is nothing with which to compare it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">There is a balance in the awareness of His holiness, which would condemn you, and His love, which esteems and redeems you. He is far too holy for you to be arrogant about your humanity, yes He is far too loving for you to be frightened by the emotional dysfunction that comes from being raised by a father you could never seem to please.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">God does not change; neither does His compassion. One thing we search for at every level of our relationships is to be understood. When I am properly understood, I don't always have to express and explainl. <strong><em>Thank You, Lord, for not asking me to explain what I can scarcely express!</em></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">We quickly grow weary of people who demand that we constantly explain ourselves. We'd rather be around those who are able to read the meaning of a touch, a brief hug, a sigh emitted in the stillness of a moment. Real communion cannot be typed or taught; it must be understood. At this leve, there is a communication so intense that those who understand it can clearly speak it, even through closed lips. As with lovers staring at each other across a croweded room, words are unnecessary when there is true understanding. It is with this kind of understanding that God clearly perceives your every need. <span style="font-size:78%;">(taken from New King James Version, Holy Bible -Woman Thou Art Loosed! Edition T.D. Jakes General Editor).</span></span><br /></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#003300;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#003300;">Here is a song that we all need: TRUST AND OBEY!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#003300;">1. When we walk with the Lord in th light of his word, what a glory he sheds on our way! While we do his good will, He abides with us still, And with all who will trust and obey. Chorus</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#003300;">2. Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies, but his smile quickly drives it away; Not a doubt or a fear, not a sigh nor a tear, can abide while we trust and obey. Chorus</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#003300;">3. Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share, but our toil he doth richly repay; Not a grief nor a loss, not a frown nor a cross, but is blest if we trust and obey. Chorus</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#003300;">4. But we never can prove the delights of his love until all on the alter we lay; For the favor he shows, and the joy he bestows, are for them who will trust and obey. Chorus</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#003300;">5. Then in fellowship sweet we will sit at his feet, or we'll walk by his side in the way; What he says we will do, where he sends we will go never fear, only trust and obey. Chorus</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#003300;">Chorus- Trut and obey, for there's no other way to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#003300;">(Taken from Hymns of the Living Faith, song: J. H. Sammis, ?-1919, D. B. Towner, 1850-1919)</span><br /></p><br /><br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"></span></p></div></div>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-60060822853070622962008-03-18T16:56:00.000-07:002008-11-12T19:23:58.625-08:00Easter 2008<div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#003300;">Easter is almost here!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#003300;">I pray that all is well with each of you. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">I received this article via email. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">I wanted to share with you.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">Please read with an open heart.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">Have a blessed Easter to all!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#003300;">(left click on the article to read)</span></div><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yzl7rCsA0nzROWcp0UpOD9EYMIuDEXf0oU1xMMaJDZQJycf-O1_dMZfHVw9cTt8zUblpHytgkhoSWqweN-cZuOFAuFOBjJ3T2iqFBWr8qCsSkt54sm9R4SFlAApxIB8WwQsOUXQAMAiP/s1600-h/Easter.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179235322263950722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yzl7rCsA0nzROWcp0UpOD9EYMIuDEXf0oU1xMMaJDZQJycf-O1_dMZfHVw9cTt8zUblpHytgkhoSWqweN-cZuOFAuFOBjJ3T2iqFBWr8qCsSkt54sm9R4SFlAApxIB8WwQsOUXQAMAiP/s400/Easter.bmp" border="0" /></a>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-11994332110291929602008-01-21T11:28:00.001-08:002008-11-12T19:23:58.862-08:00Article In Our Newpaper!<div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#660000;">As I was packing glass ware for our move, I ran</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;">across this advertisement in our local newspaper,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:100%;">the Grand Rapids Press. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Thought it was worth</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;">a posting. Something to think about!</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZM_zsS5DeptCGmkvss6I_gX04EfxMf3LCk7CcFTLYuAssQ07Hxsy1n6G-qsdiJARkBIm_FhqdBbB8MzjftG4AkjI-CkpVoVsmfxClQ2e0hW-w2aJQdh-QPW5-gFDUrZBUWXSIQR7O6Idl/s1600-h/Grand+Rapids+Paper+Article.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158014196251602834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZM_zsS5DeptCGmkvss6I_gX04EfxMf3LCk7CcFTLYuAssQ07Hxsy1n6G-qsdiJARkBIm_FhqdBbB8MzjftG4AkjI-CkpVoVsmfxClQ2e0hW-w2aJQdh-QPW5-gFDUrZBUWXSIQR7O6Idl/s400/Grand+Rapids+Paper+Article.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663300;">Yes, we are moving this Friday the 25th. W</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663300;">e are leaving to pick up our oldest daughter </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663300;">Sarah and her roommate, Lori. Traveling weather</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663300;">permitting to Cincinnati, then leaving </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663300;">out early from there Saturday,</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"> going to see how far </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663300;">we can get before stopping for the night. Looking </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663300;">to arrive in Hobe Sound Florida, Sunday later in </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663300;">the day. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"><em>Can't wait to see our grandsons and daughter again.</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"><strong><em>Just a note we will be shutting down the computer sometime</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"><strong><em>Wednesday, January the 23 . We will let you know when we get back up.</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663300;">Lord bless and keep you in the center of His Will.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663300;">Keep Looking to Jesus!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;">He will carry you through!<br /></div></span></span>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-60855115780262807042008-01-19T05:10:00.001-08:002008-11-12T19:23:59.028-08:00Saying Our Good Byes! January 18, 2008<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#003300;">Saying Our Good Byes!</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">Last Night, </span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">Jim's Brother Ron Gerard and his wife Lois, </span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">His Sister, Mary Lou and her husband Lee Stickney, </span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">met us at Perkins </span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">for supper.</span><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xf9_ValSZq_081CWklVhuwBhTYoYL0hxRN0T1ehghhkgvTn1Yozvqe8Vitt7aUjy6QdI3Ut46Hdqbuzwu6upPgqjt9qBpbsdkawq0fZzZ8uxZJwVq_pz5kGvsDudUnZh6exLSSkyQ59V/s1600-h/Jim,+Ron+and+Mary+Lou+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157174732008697730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xf9_ValSZq_081CWklVhuwBhTYoYL0hxRN0T1ehghhkgvTn1Yozvqe8Vitt7aUjy6QdI3Ut46Hdqbuzwu6upPgqjt9qBpbsdkawq0fZzZ8uxZJwVq_pz5kGvsDudUnZh6exLSSkyQ59V/s400/Jim,+Ron+and+Mary+Lou+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;"> We met together to say our good byes. </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#003300;">For Jim, Becky and I are moving to Florida </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#003300;">next week. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#003300;">In my devotions this morning I thought of how fitting it was. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#333300;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#003300;">The Title:</span> </span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#333300;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong></strong></span><strong>Shenandoah!</strong></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#333300;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">Genesis 12:1-9 was the scripture.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">Now the Lord had said to Abram: "Get out of your country, from your family and from your father's house, to a land that I will show you. I will make you a great nation: I will bless you and make your name great; and you shall be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and I will curse him who curses you; and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed."</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">So Abram departed as the Lord had spoken to him, and Lot went with him. And Abram was seventy-five years old when he departed from Haran. Then Abram took Sarai his wife and Lot his brother's son, and all their possessions that they had gathered, and the people whom they had acquired in Haran, and they departed to go to the land of Canaan. So they came to the land of Canaan.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">Abram passed through the land to the place of Shechem, as far as the terebinth tree of Moreh. And the Canaanites were then in the land. Then the Lord appeared to Abram and said, "To your descendants I will give this land." And there he built an altar to the Lord, who had appeared to him. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">And he moved from there to the mountain east of Bethel, and he pitched his tent with Bethel on the west and Ai on the east; there he built an altar to the Lord and called on the name of the Lord. So Abram journeyed, going on still toward the South. </span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#003300;">In my devotional there were these words.</span></p><br /><p><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#003300;">Circumstances may change, but the heart that seeks the Lord experiences His joy. "Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He shall give you the desires of your heart" (Ps. 37:4). As we yield to His will as revealed in Scripture, we find ourselves desiring what God desires. -HDF</span></em></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#333300;">The Devotional also said:</span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;">My grandfather grew up on the North American frontier and raised his family on a dairy farm. To pass the time, he often sang songs while he worked. "Shenandoah" was one of his favorites:</span></p><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;">O Shenandoah, I long to hear you,</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;">Away, you rolling river,</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;">O Shenandoah, I long to hear you,</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;">Away, I'm bound away,</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;">'Cross the wide Missouri.</span></em></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#333300;">That song reflects the love the pioneer songwriter had for the Shenandoah River. Yet he felt compelled to leave its beauty and go west. His love for the familiar rooted him, but the pull of something better won his heart.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;">When Abraham was called out of Ur to follow God to the Promised Land, he had to leave everything that was familiar to him (Gen. 12:1). Despite the idolatry of that pagan city, Abraham had probably grown attached to the comfort of his home, the variety of the food, and the fellowship of his friends. But Abraham obeyed when he was called to go" (Heb. 11:8).</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;">When we experience God's call to another place, it may mean leaving behind the people and the things we love. But when we're obedient to God, He will provide something even more fulfilling at our new distination. --Dennis Fisher</span></p><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;"></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#333300;">Fulfillment on life's journey comes</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;">When we in faith obey</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;">The leading of our loving God-</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;">He'll not lead us astray. --Sper</span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#333300;">You don't need to see the way if you follow the One who is the Way.</span></strong><br /></p><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-32438974984004073632008-01-08T09:33:00.000-08:002008-01-08T09:47:08.212-08:00HAPPY NEW YEAR!<span style="color:#003300;">Greatings in the beautiful Name of Jesus!The last few weeks have been quite busy. I came to Florida to take care of our grandsons, Ethan and Evan, the two oldest ones. For they were on Christmas break and so I came down to care for them while Mommy worked. Of course the youngest, Easton goes with her for she works in a child care. So he is able to attend the classes. But on top of all that I am here thinking about having to go back home and packing to move. I only have a week and a half to get everything packed and discarded. Yeah I need to make some things disappear. That is going to be hard. With all that we have accumelated. With this all on my mind I am starting to let the human part of me kick in and I am getting anxious. I don't like doing that. This morning I talked with Jim, my husband and there is so much that needs to be done. Does anyone else ever go there? Worrying and letting it way on you? This morning in my devotions I believe God put this lesson on me. For it is what came up when I had my devotions. The Title:</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"When Life Goes Bad"</span></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Reading in 1 Samuel 30:1-6</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><em>Now it happened, when David and his men came to Ziklag, on the third day. that the Amalekites had invaded the South and Ziklag, attacked Ziklag and burned it with fire, and had taken captive the women and those who were there, from small to great; they did not kill anyone, but carried them away and went their way.So David and his men came to the city, and there it was, burned with fire; and their wives, their sons, and their daughters had been taken captive. Then David and the people who were with him lifed up their voices and wept, until they had no more power to weep. And David's two wives, Ahinoam the Jezreelitess, and Abigail the widow of Nabal the Carmetlite, had been taken captive. Now David was greatly distressed, for the people spoke of stoning him, because the soul of all the people was grieved, every man for his sons and his daughters. But David strengthedned himself in the Lord his God.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Everything looked bleak to David and his men when they arrived at Ziklag (1Sam. 30:1-6). The Amalekites had attacked the city and taken their wives and children captive. The men were so discouraged that they wept until they had no more energy. And David, their leader, was "greatly distressed" because the people were contemplating stoning him (v.6).</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">In the end, David's army rescued their families and defeated the Amalekites. But the story takes a great turn even before that when "David strengthened himself in the Lord his God" (v.6). Other translations use the words <em>encouraged or refreshed.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">The text doesn't say exacty how David did this. But it makes me wonder. <em>In what ways can we strengthen, encourage, or refresh ouselves in the Lord when we're feeling discouraged</em>?</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>First, we can remember what God has done.</strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">We can list the ways He has cared for us in the past, and how He has provided for us or answered a prayer request.</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Second, we can remember what God has promised."</strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Be strong and of good couage; ... for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go" (Josh. 1:9).</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#003300;">Like David, let's learn to strengthen ourselves in the Lord, and then let's leave the rest with Him. -Anne Cetas-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003300;"><br /></span><span style="color:#003300;">I will strengthen," so take courage,<br />Child of God, so weak and frail.<br />God has said so, and it must be,<br />For His promise cannot fail! -Anon.<br /></div></span>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-37855289797638007022007-12-07T18:53:00.000-08:002008-11-12T19:23:59.184-08:00The Old Paths!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnr3Qilb4-ySwDJTY6kl3SIGzprBPXBj0QQaEFgVQAuMS1nCNleQHHAeRX1MvSEavpAErZz-SzR2te7Ft4goR9XWUySkUbh6UwFM4JF90H6AmsbK_KDv6ooppdg0SuPqMlqt9LyWdwjsfP/s1600-h/Old+Paths.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141430152879950018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnr3Qilb4-ySwDJTY6kl3SIGzprBPXBj0QQaEFgVQAuMS1nCNleQHHAeRX1MvSEavpAErZz-SzR2te7Ft4goR9XWUySkUbh6UwFM4JF90H6AmsbK_KDv6ooppdg0SuPqMlqt9LyWdwjsfP/s400/Old+Paths.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"> THE OLD PATHS I liked the old paths, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">when Moms were at home. </span><span style="color:#006600;">Dads were at work.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"> Brothers went into the army. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">And sisters got married BEFORE having children! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Crime did not pay; Hard work did; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">And people knew the difference. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Moms could cook; Dads would work; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Children would behave. Husbands were loving; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Wives were supportive; And children were polite.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Women wore the jewelry; And Men wore the pants. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Women looked like ladies; </span><span style="color:#006600;">Men looked like gentlemen; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">And children looked decent. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">People loved the truth, And hated a lie; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">They came to church to get IN, Not to get OUT! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Hymns sounded Godly; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Sermons sounded helpful; Rejoicing sounded normal; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">And crying sounded sincere. Cursing was wicked;<br /><br />Drugs were for illness; And divorce was unthinkable.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">The flag was honored; America was beautiful; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">And God was welcome! We read the Bible in public; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Prayed in school; And preached from house to house<br /><br />To be called an American was worth dying for;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"> To be called a Christian was worth living for; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">To be called a traitor was a shame!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"> Preachers preached because they had a message; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">And Christians rejoiced because they had the VICTORY! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Preachers preached from the Bible; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Singers sang from the heart;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"> And sinners turned to the Lord to be SAVED!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">A new birth meant a new life; Salvation meant a changed life; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Following Christ led to eternal life. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Being a preacher meant you proclaimed the word of God; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Being a deacon meant you would serve the Lord; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Being a Christian meant you would live for Jesus;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"> And being a sinner meant someone was praying for you! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Laws were based on the Bible; Homes read the Bible; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">And churches taught the Bible. God was worshiped; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Christ was exalted; And the Holy Spirit was respected.. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Church was where you found Christians on the Lord's day, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">rather than in the garden, on the creek bank, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">on the golf course, Or being entertained somewhere else.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"> I still like the old paths the best!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">"The Old Paths"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"> was written by a retired minister who lives in Tennessee<br /></div></span>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-64536142019115158382007-12-04T14:54:00.001-08:002007-12-04T15:11:34.792-08:00"It is "CHRISTMAS"<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">( Those who are <strong><em>"Checking In",</em></strong> please click on <strong>"Contact Me".</strong> Thank you and have a Blessed Day!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"><em><strong>Greetings to all!</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"><em><strong>I am wanting to share something with you. You know so many places in the world are taking Christ, and Christmas out of this time of year. I have recieved something via email that I would like to share with you.</strong></em> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">IN GOD WE TRUST? Yes, Christmas cards. This is coming early so that you can get ready to include an important address to your list.Wanna have some fun this CHRISTMAS? Send the ACLU a CHRISTMAS CARD this year. As they are working so very hard to get rid of the CHRISTMAS part of this holiday, we should all send them a nice CHRISTIAN "Christmas" card to brighten up their dark, sad, little world. Make sure it says 'Merry Christmas' on it. Here's the address, don't be rude or crude. (It's not the Christian Way , you know.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">ACLU</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">125 Broad Street 18th Floor</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">New York, NY 10004</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">Two tons of Christmas cards would freeze their operations because they wouldn't know if any were regular mail containing contributions. So spend 41 cents and tell the ACLU to leave Christmas alone. Also tell them that there is no such thing as a 'Holiday Tree'. . . It's always been called a CHRISTMAS TREE! And pass this on to your email lists. We really want to communicate with the ACLU! They really DESERVE us!! For those of you who aren't aware of them, the ACLU, (the American Civil Liberties Union) is the one suing the U.S. Government to take God, Christmas or anything Christian away from us. They represent the atheists and others in this war. Help put Christ back in Christmas!</span><br />ACLU<br />125 Broad Street18th Floor<br />New York, NY 10004H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-1261242032443040472007-11-27T11:36:00.000-08:002007-11-27T12:13:23.743-08:00Power in PRAYER!<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#006600;">Those "Checking In" please click on the left of this page on 'Contact Me'</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#006600;">I RECIEVED THIS STORY VIA EMAIL, IT IS ONE THAT IS WORTH READING:</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#006600;">In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night. I I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal. That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered. I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires. I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop.... THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">1. 'Yes!' </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">2. 'Not yet.' </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">3. 'I have something better in mind.'</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar. You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.</span>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-31421479175829714462007-11-21T14:17:00.000-08:002007-11-21T14:27:50.983-08:00"Our Thanksgiving Feast"<span style="color:#993300;">As we prepare for our<strong> "Thanksgiving Dinner"</strong> on Thursday, I am so glad for the time of spending with my family. As we share our<strong> "LOVE"</strong> we have a good time together. </span><span style="color:#993300;">Our daughter Sarah and friend are on their way as we are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">writing</span> this. </span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">We are sharing the "Love" with you in this blog. I pray you all are having a wonderful Thanksgiving Season, and that you are able to spend Thanksgiving with someone. I was so happy when I found out someone had invited Ruth and the boys over for Thanksgiving, for she wasn't able to make it home nor could we go there. </span><span style="color:#993300;">It is the "LOVE" that is shared through people, she was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">actually</span> invited by a couple different people. That is showing "love".</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">In my devotions this morning it so happened it was on <strong>"LOVE"</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><em><strong>1 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Corinthians</span> 13</strong></em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><em>Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as a sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><em>And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><em>And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">profited</span> me nothing.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><em>Charity <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">suffereth</span> long; and is kind: charity <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">envieth</span> not: charity <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">vaunteth</span> not itself, is not puffed up.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><em>Doth not behave itself unseemly, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">seeketh</span> not her own, is not easily provoked, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">thinketh</span> no evil: </em></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Rejoiceth</span> not in iniquity, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">rejoiceth</span> in the truth:</em></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Beareth</span> all things, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">believeth</span> all things, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">hopeth</span> all things, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">endureth</span> all things.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><em>Charity never <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">faileth</span>; but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail: whether there be tongues, they shall cease: whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><em>For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><em>But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><em>When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put way childish things. </em></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><em>For now we see through a glass, darkly: but then face to face; now I know in part: but then shall I know even as also I am known.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><em>And now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">abideth</span> faith, hope charity, these three, but the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">greatest</span> of these is charity. "LOVE"</em></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">So as you meet together this Thanksgiving Day, remember the "Love" </span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">that is being shared. </span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Those of you <strong>"Checking In"</strong> go to Contact Me on the left of my page here you will have to scroll up.</span>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-37460857643822484422007-11-16T22:14:00.000-08:002007-11-16T22:21:09.349-08:00Saying Grace in a Restaurant!<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"><em>I recieved this from my sister in law, Gena, via email. Thought I would share it with you. Please enjoy!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">Last week, I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">if he could say grace.As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!" Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer.""Really?" my son asked."Cross my heart," the man replied.Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes." Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember the rest of my life.He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already." The End</span>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-58255039763000061352007-11-16T05:56:00.000-08:002007-11-16T07:04:13.859-08:00How to Be Holy<span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;">Do you ever wonder if you are Holy? or Holy enough? Being Holy is and can be to some a hard thing to perform. Or can it? It says in God's Word that <em>you shall be holy; for I am holy</em>. Yes we need to be holy. But as I was learning to be holy throughout my years as a Christian sometimes I wondered really <em>does the church live a holy life? </em>We were to busy wondering how should my hair grow or how long should our sleeves be. Should woman wear pants? There are all of these questions come up when you hear holiness.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;">When I first gave my heart to Jesus, it was in a holiness church it was a Free Methodist Church. I told the Lord that I would dress like those around me dressed. Longsleeves, long hair, skirts below my knees. You have to remember I was 15 years old. I didn't know any different but to dress like them. I don't follow people in my life today. But when I became a christian, I knew that there had to be changes in my life. So that is where I started. So then years down the road I went through things in my life that were hard to take. God brought me through those situations. I married, had three beautiful daughters. As I was going through these years drawing closer to the Lord. Then one day in my devotions I was listening to what God was telling me. "You dress and look like you do for this reason", as I was reading His word. It was like He was standing right there and talking with me. So as I continually live my life for Jesus, I want to walk with Him and live a holy life. By walking and living my life holy onto Him. </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;">I took this from a Devotional Bible, Woman Thou Art Loosed! by T. D. Jakes</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"><strong><em>Leviticus 11:44 - For I am the Lord your God. You shall therefore consecrate youselves, and you shall be holy; for I am holy. Neither shall you defile youselves with any creeping thing that creeps on the earth.</em></strong></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;">I'm not sure what it would have been like to have been raised in the church, insulated from worldliness and sin. Sometimes I envy those who have been able to live victoriously all of their lives. But most of us have not had that kind of experience.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;">There are those who difine <em>holiness</em> as what one wears or eats. For years churches displayed the name holiness because they were monitoring a person's outward appearance. They weren't truly looking at the character on the inside. Often they got sidetracked by how much makeup or jewelry someone wore while thousands of people were destroying themselves with drugs and prostitution.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;">The Church is a hospital for wounded souls. The staff in a hospital understands that people get sick and need a place to recover. Many of those in Scripture were sick, unholy. The Bible never camouflaged the weaknesses of the people God used. He used David. He used Abraham. Sometimes people break the boundaries, go out of control, and need to be readmitted to the hospital for treatment.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;">The fact is, we were all born in sin and shaped in iniquity. We have no true badge of righteousness that we can wear on the outside, God concluded that all are in sin so He needed to save us from ourselves (Galatians 3:22-But the Scripture has confined all under sin, that the promise by faith in Jesus Christ might be given to those who believe.) It wasn't the act of sin, but the state of sin, that brought us into condemnation.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;">A church that focuses on the externals has lost its passion for souls. When you go into that kind of church, it is possible to walk away feeling like a second-class citizen. Or you may try to be super-spiritual in order to compensate for an embarrassing past. You can't earn deliverance. You have to receive it by faith. Christ is the only righteousness God will accept.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;">No one person needs any more of the blood of Jesus than anyone else. Jesus died once for all (Romans 6:10 - For <em>the death </em>that He died, He died to sin once for all, but <em>the life </em>that He lives. He lives to God.). Each person must come to Him individually. When you come to Him, He will raise you up by the blood of Christ --- not because you've done good things.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;">There is a sanctity of spirit that comes through the blood of the Lord Jesus Christ. It cleans up the innermost part of your being. Once you get cleaned up in your spirit, it will be reflected in your character and conduct. You can't be like Mary, the mother of Jesus, and dress like Mary Magdalene did before she met the Master. The Spirit of the Lord will give you boundaries and teach you how to be holy. </span>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-41492583064191845132007-11-10T08:34:00.000-08:002007-11-10T08:46:20.348-08:00The "YES" Zone!I came upon this artical in the Devotional Bible, by T.D. Jakes, "Woman Thou Art Loosed!"<br /><strong>Genesis 50:20<br /><em>But as for you, you meant it for evil against me; but God meant it for good, in order to bring it about as it is this day, to save many people alive.</em></strong><br /><em></em><br />The art of surviving painful moments is living in the "yes" zone. We need to learn to respond to God with a yes when the doors are open and a yes when they are closed. Regarding relationships, our prayer must be:<br /><br /><em>I trust Your decisions, Lord, and I know that if this situation is good for me, You will allow it to continue. I also know that if the door is closed, it is also for my good. So I say yes to You as I go into the relationship. </em><br /><em><br /></em>This is the epitome of trust in our living God. This kind of trust is seldom achieved, but greatly to be sought. In so doing, you will be able to savor the gift of companionship without fear of reprisal.<br /><br />If God allows a relationship to continue, and some painful betrayals come from it, know that He will only allow what ultimately works for your good. Sometimes such a betrayal ushers you into the next level of consecration- a level you could never reach on your own. For that, you can give thanks! What a privilege to live in the assurance that God is in control of you and of everyone He allows behind the shield of His purpose's for your life. The unique thing about God's parenting is that He sometimes uses a negative to bring about a positive just as He did in Joseph's life (See scripture above)This knowledge will set you free from internal struggle and allow you to be transparent.<br /><br />It is very important to understand the sovereignty of God. There must be an awareness within your heart, a deep knowledge that God is in control and that He is able to reverse the adverse. When you come to believe in His sovereignty, you can overcome every human trial, knowing that each one is divinely permitted and supernaturally orchestrated. God arranges these trials in such a way that the things that could have paralyzed you will now motivate you.<br /><br />God delights in bestowing His abundant grace so that you can live in the world without fear. You will like some of your relationships better then others. God created different types of people, and all are His handiwork. Ultimately, your friends are the ones who will help you to become all that God wants you to be and to understand the many levels of His love.H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-33168327538989699972007-11-07T11:54:00.000-08:002007-11-07T12:56:24.366-08:00No Comparison<strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#660000;">Several years ago, I was going through something in my life that I felt I didn't think that I would ever make it. (We were living with my father-in-law at the time, taking care of him for he had cancer.) Then one morning there was no one around and I didn't feel like going to church and I didn't want to talk with anyone. I was like this for some weeks maybe months. As you see I was going through a deep depression. As I was setting there I decided to turn the TV on. I was looking to see if there was anything that I wanted to watch. I ran across this Black Preacher that was preaching. I left it on that station and listened to what he had to say. He was preaching about the woman at the well. As he was going along, my heart started to melt and then he talked about "Woman Thou Art Loosed! I broke down, I listened to him until he was finished. By the time he was finished, I had prayed through. God had brought me out of what I was going through. Praise His Holy Name. God pulled me out of the deep depression that I was in. I have been serving Him every since. He gave me the name H.O.P.E. years ago not really knowing what He was wanting me to do with it. So I come up with this blog with it. I have also have had some Bible Studies with this Bible and a Bible Study Guide that he had. God really helped me in that. God is so good, He knows just what you need when you need it. Thank you Jesus! So I wanted to share this Devotional Bible with you.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#660000;">I have taken this article from - T.D. Jakes, Woman Thou Art Loosed! A new King James version of the Holy Bible Edition</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#660000;">Genesis 29:17-</span></em></strong><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Leah's eyes were delicate, </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;">but Rachel was beautiful of form and appearance.</span></em><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;">People often compared Leah and Rachel, judging the other person. In fact, it is a slap in God's face to look at someone else and say, "I wish I were more like her." </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;">Why? Because God tenderly and uniquely designed you just the way He wanted you to be. He made you for Himself. He made you in a way that can never be duplicated.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;">When you begin to compare yourself with another person, you are saying., "God, You made a mistake. You failed. You could have done a better job creating me." None of us has the privilege of criticizing God. He is the Creator who looks at each of His created beings and says to Himself, "It is good."</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;">Some women never cease to amaze me. They wouldn't be caught dead in the same dress some other woman is weraing. They will experiment with all kinds of hairstyles and makeup to be sure they don't appear to be copying someone else's "look." But they fail to apply that same principle to the way they view their own personalities, abilities, and inner beauty. They wouldn't dream of copying the way another woman dresses, but they desire to copy the way she is and to duplicate the way she acts, the way she talks, the way she performs, and the things she owns.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;">The fact is, everyone is attractive in one way or another. There's a twofold tragedy related to developing your own sense of beauty: First, you compare yourself to others, and then you allow others to define what is attractive. It is dangerous to give so much power to another person that their opinion determines your self-esteem.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;">Get to the place where you hold a high opinion of yourself based on the fact that God made you exactly, precisely, intricately, wondrously, and uniquely the way you are. You are a one-of-a-kind creation for which there is no comparison!</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;">God made you for His own purposes so that you might reflect a unique aspect of His glory. When you cease to compare youself with others and refuse to be intimidated by what other people think and say, you are then in the position to birth that business, that ministry, that effort to change your community that God intended.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;">How dare you compare youself with somebody else! God wanted you to be you. Nobody else, <strong><em>You!</em></strong></span>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-68462174674394406262007-11-02T12:02:00.001-07:002007-11-02T12:08:18.866-07:00Grandma's Hands!<em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#660000;">This was sent to me via email, something we never would think of. Read and find out what grandma has to say.</span><br /></strong></em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#660000;">Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK.<br /><br />She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear strong voice.<br /><br />"I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her.<br /><br />"Have you ever looked at your hands?" she asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?" I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them.. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.<br /><br />Grandma smiled and related the following story:<br /><br />"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years.<br /><br />"These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.<br /><br />"They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war. They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.!<br /><br />"They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.<br /><br />"They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse. They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body.<br /><br />"They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.<br /><br />"These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."<br /><br />I will never look at my hands the same again. God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of Grandma.. I know she has been held by the hands of God. And I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face</span>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-27192422150229588512007-10-30T20:05:00.000-07:002007-10-30T20:23:54.293-07:00The Pastor and His Son!<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"><em><strong>Those checking in may do so by clicking on Contact Me on left of this page or leave a comment.</strong></em></span></span> <strong><span style="color:#660000;">Thank You!<br /><em><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></em><br /></span></strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#660000;"><em>The story you are about to read was sent to me via email. It is a very touching story. Is there someone out there that is feeling like this person? I want to tell you there is a God that will be there for you. Please read:</em></span></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"> <em><span style="color:#660000;">(you may have to click on old blogs at bottom right, to finish story).<br /></span></em></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>THE PASTOR AND HIS SON, A STORY OF SALVATION<br /></strong>We never know when some little gestures can make a great difference in<br />someone's life.<br /><br />Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.<br /><br />This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his<br />son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as<br />well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest<br />clothes and said, "OK, dad, I'm ready." His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?" "Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out." Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain." The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, "But Dad, aren't people<br />still going to Hell, even though it's raining?" Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather."<br /><br />Despondently, the boy asks, Dad, can I go? Please?" His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here are the<br />tracts, be careful son." "Thanks Dad!"<br /><br />And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy<br />walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.<br /><br />After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet<br />and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted. Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still<br />no answer.<br /><br />Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something<br />stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked<br />loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch. He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.<br /><br />Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly<br />asked, "What can I do for you, son?"<br /><br />With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said,<br />"Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that<br />*JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE."<br /><br />With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to<br />him as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless You!"<br /><br />Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have testimony or want to say anything?"<br /><br />Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her<br />feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her<br />face, "No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You<br />see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.<br /><br />Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so<br />in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any<br />hope or will to live. So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the<br />stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a<br />rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of<br />the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and<br />brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, "I'll wait a minute, and<br />whoever it is will go away." I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, "Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me." I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.<br /><br />When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice,"Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU."<br /><br />Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand. As the<br />little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door<br />and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more. You see — I am now a Happy Child of the KING.<br /><br />Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I<br />have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell."<br /><br />There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad<br />descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was<br />seated. He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.<br /><br />Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this<br />universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for<br />his son ... Except for One. This Father also allowed His Son to go out into<br />a cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.<br /><br />Blessed are your eyes for reading this message. Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others. Heaven is for His people!<br />Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to you. Do not be too shy to share that wonderful message. </span></span></span>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-24132841040829808212007-10-28T11:51:00.000-07:002007-10-28T12:53:20.792-07:00Our Prayers Are Needed!<span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;">(<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#660000;">There are 7 blogs of pictures, you may have to click on <strong>older blogs, </strong>then following the pics is a video I had found on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Godtube</span><strong>)</strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">1. </span></strong>The pictures that I am showing here are from my sister in law. They have a son Matthew <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Romeyn</span>, that was in the service and serving in Iraq, when the war first started. He was in charge of a group of guys in a tanker. He was checking things out by sticking his head out of the tanker, one time that he had, a bomb went off. It that horrific time he lost one of his ears. To my understanding they were able to save it. But during his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">recuperating</span> he stayed with a family in California, these pictures were sent to my step brother and his wife from them. For they lost their house in this fire. And some of the friends of Matthews.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;">Yes, our prayers are needed at this time. Not only for those who have lost their homes, but for the firemen and volunteers as well. There are so many even behind the scenes that we don't even know what is taking place to help out in this time of tragedy. As we take a look at these pictures lets pray.</span>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-2929462771332626492007-10-28T11:47:00.000-07:002008-11-12T19:24:00.252-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"><strong>2.</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHa0TpdpDtqRs74zzD6IGmzlnapE_wHIkNpuUB2BbLE2J3Sfs3168EsDV0FOaGZ_7cidWS7I9s3K2tN4F6tXW07grGsIYIQ8REAwyVlGAux8YazG7N0l3R8GjSPYMQG4jGHBmF6kKm3mU6/s1600-h/untitled27.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126461687299792978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHa0TpdpDtqRs74zzD6IGmzlnapE_wHIkNpuUB2BbLE2J3Sfs3168EsDV0FOaGZ_7cidWS7I9s3K2tN4F6tXW07grGsIYIQ8REAwyVlGAux8YazG7N0l3R8GjSPYMQG4jGHBmF6kKm3mU6/s400/untitled27.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXaTHjtIW4-TGsviLAiutUawkbKSHz5Y9nm5qzuBmbczzbWU1gceSWp_PhlrlKJi_5baWcOTvyvagFmAkOyudMXeqxPnW1eyuSvgbzLYnH0-DmGX_Cvw7sS4QTVGvw9GGCwteayFod4BDF/s1600-h/untitled28.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126461687299792994" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikzHVabohEsVpH3Ve7UVp8W4-1DDwM34b-i3mzak148yzmNE3Ze20Idj4IGptaFi-zGNVbQx1Mlmj1FzPaAK756qOG-AxtpdiaHPyy_t78mYN-ujmdHKiUfSLuq0dsdfiCBDHtDSWBIchy/s400/untitled30.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeEi4l6lcpSRby0PZ7odaYNTBs6mb0sjNLk-iONONsxnzKlkLvPeP9I2Qq1ag030cmWIeHxfaKoB8whfIWYzYhohG0BEWHEn244qP6rkj3XQGIV2j4WR4dx2-MKtLqDtEl7pYx9jTFOQk/s1600-h/untitled31.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126461695889727634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeEi4l6lcpSRby0PZ7odaYNTBs6mb0sjNLk-iONONsxnzKlkLvPeP9I2Qq1ag030cmWIeHxfaKoB8whfIWYzYhohG0BEWHEn244qP6rkj3XQGIV2j4WR4dx2-MKtLqDtEl7pYx9jTFOQk/s400/untitled31.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-63321343685637976862007-10-28T11:40:00.000-07:002008-11-12T19:24:01.664-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#993300;">3.</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggxX3U56Xm5pQXSpkhl_oPjUESHifk1Rhq4J6kaxgA35VMmYUrMWKke1IvSgT2-iDcy9aAxOqeV37hUhBIbTB_nS1hPsofS5Szj-9d0yYCURuytAa64qrCXD6Cf4Ju31e60-OTLfDxQgPT/s1600-h/untitled22.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126460158291435522" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf8mFWVyDGf8mYk7KRURxUok0w2nl-NiNtUQHludp3436tj5jcNwrEAE32z6e0WVhgZ-dbHMcR0gXNUpkgQ_KiA2mbaFv0zkQT1I-XPjhryGELoOaUaX4KxcjILaDXk7CESrNAiTMbQvLx/s400/untitled24.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwqxKp2BYL2QzOV5OpGIfitxBneYOYrDMJk45DS7aRueAeleHvmTD3DZVIuwWVXLC-iDweA7UvqX1Sh4PeJ76-YsCL-QuOruf-Gf8Z9GnQQpPF5dtHGt8JTj1Z7TZHh8ceSQwZLC76gxgQ/s1600-h/untitled25.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126460171176337458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwqxKp2BYL2QzOV5OpGIfitxBneYOYrDMJk45DS7aRueAeleHvmTD3DZVIuwWVXLC-iDweA7UvqX1Sh4PeJ76-YsCL-QuOruf-Gf8Z9GnQQpPF5dtHGt8JTj1Z7TZHh8ceSQwZLC76gxgQ/s400/untitled25.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPhQ1sKeyIwKuTgF1u4I-1yqHY2o1IqCfjww6RbPvCGqSZwhisflAD9aGwLiwqpPNOWbH4IHk0o3HhnNJiwUajf4_ewEUjXjDq1O3II1pLapS3Rq_77VaIamZartgcJIHSfLetU-2hHrr/s1600-h/untitled26.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126460175471304770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPhQ1sKeyIwKuTgF1u4I-1yqHY2o1IqCfjww6RbPvCGqSZwhisflAD9aGwLiwqpPNOWbH4IHk0o3HhnNJiwUajf4_ewEUjXjDq1O3II1pLapS3Rq_77VaIamZartgcJIHSfLetU-2hHrr/s400/untitled26.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-67450370947035253842007-10-28T11:34:00.000-07:002008-11-12T19:24:02.284-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#993300;">4.</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDVOADzwu9iQBoWtJzUJqarUCF7ixXGnpe206BSs8J5DR97vpFrefrT7H7U57UcInrBcHu4s5g52WkqGop5RQtzVkhTeB3Rhhbp4YQOFDVntcWerLvgJpeZb1zgx-2ZYZg-3epQw1GweK/s1600-h/untitled17.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126458599218306994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDVOADzwu9iQBoWtJzUJqarUCF7ixXGnpe206BSs8J5DR97vpFrefrT7H7U57UcInrBcHu4s5g52WkqGop5RQtzVkhTeB3Rhhbp4YQOFDVntcWerLvgJpeZb1zgx-2ZYZg-3epQw1GweK/s400/untitled17.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh85jA-GyrChPq6epLiSk4auENU6cL5TlICuocROrMCrdvosBQUfO4zzth_pow32SeCmKNSCMaLhQEN64CSHBjjjt14OjKcrV-xauUbPPBBRo-LMF37aQF6cxqY50oYJkjC9BSkhVhLQKQ/s1600-h/untitled18.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126458607808241602" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpjGyJluh07ddDtE4YnNmateFVbNwB7EvzMTcL0pnCq7CAO-8K44WUoEQ1RzhLUB8UpEbOmgikI2m90W1XX4sk1gQvPPZZCT78ll5S7I7aQL349658hClrd6wXLUCEYmpo1ZAGUkK0N0Lx/s400/untitled14.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ogjHPdgteMQ-ZgOE9_2P2RpTfvHgHdtNE4Gr1FHevLBZRnSajbZoV_221Fzj2BEqNMMFsJmKtW3eW_sQTOKhaKxASjiPcE5cYFCTLbQkHJdhwlFN3MPD_n9rGITxlI9TvAn7w4fRkrYg/s1600-h/untitled15.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126457774584586130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ogjHPdgteMQ-ZgOE9_2P2RpTfvHgHdtNE4Gr1FHevLBZRnSajbZoV_221Fzj2BEqNMMFsJmKtW3eW_sQTOKhaKxASjiPcE5cYFCTLbQkHJdhwlFN3MPD_n9rGITxlI9TvAn7w4fRkrYg/s400/untitled15.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tFIjb1JEq1zkAehXhGPWIaV_1HpniNmcLY29ZvgMYmG98KbZYHEKeUhESoKEwT9zodIrTmGKwHvRnlHdKbilxvAmWO9o5MbvUbPyWfK0C7HK52-ByV83Lt0jH8bRI08jP7m1IE-oV4e0/s1600-h/untitled16.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126457774584586146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tFIjb1JEq1zkAehXhGPWIaV_1HpniNmcLY29ZvgMYmG98KbZYHEKeUhESoKEwT9zodIrTmGKwHvRnlHdKbilxvAmWO9o5MbvUbPyWfK0C7HK52-ByV83Lt0jH8bRI08jP7m1IE-oV4e0/s400/untitled16.bmp" border="0" /></a>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-10816385997469707912007-10-28T11:28:00.000-07:002008-11-12T19:24:03.481-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#993300;">6.</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSGpeM5ypwSC7uXLbO3SkStprRZ0X4uO4P9_2IerpvBAO03yhAg68pwEvwmaEGxP9UERJXG1XmW6l73u-0YKnlURme3nwSw8OYHM_XwIO2BaOM9rCpkAcPRVpkFulsowRahL_x00w6l32t/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126456799627009810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSGpeM5ypwSC7uXLbO3SkStprRZ0X4uO4P9_2IerpvBAO03yhAg68pwEvwmaEGxP9UERJXG1XmW6l73u-0YKnlURme3nwSw8OYHM_XwIO2BaOM9rCpkAcPRVpkFulsowRahL_x00w6l32t/s400/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwl1FTitS9K4tTTdWexIEa9t1QkvLTL6Zj1jYt96c5H3JzYlCaniiZEIpIVYWtRN7LNaBjJZjSKp-EO3BQ8geD0jkNhhCdOQY2H7268_xuQ6ygnGNGdQREOGcZ1X1lXtL-0nja-5hQkBrn/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126456821101846306" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhAJrVg0Fi2tpxX3mQI_EGuEqqqHAxxKmpgH2n4WhDcTLeOoyoxxg0sxR-u0SoZmlqDyzzcPuT0yTLy4GvNFZil9Glnbgv7JkZCNVUbhQvdksGJhMKYbtYr9Oalcj2B6zjGViYhUeR3nC/s400/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /></a>H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-49293094654397594392007-10-27T11:54:00.000-07:002007-10-27T12:34:36.408-07:00Fires in California<embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="videoThumb=http://www.godtube.com/thumb/1_39626.jpg&flvPath=http://www.godtube.com/flvideo1/62/39626.flv" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="flv_demo" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /></embed><br /><br />Just wanted to share with you some of what is taking or has taken place in California. Not only do we need to pray for those that are in harms way and those that are victims. But we need to pray for the firefighters and the volunteers. Those who are suppling foods and shelter. The list could go on. Please pray.H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317063024824719557.post-37255202975720990672007-10-25T11:29:00.001-07:002008-11-12T19:24:04.198-08:00"Checking In"<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nleR-a3IGOc/RyDgyVInXrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MvJA9-hQs9A/s1600-h/Fall+2007+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125343531218984626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nleR-a3IGOc/RyDgyVInXrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MvJA9-hQs9A/s400/Fall+2007+018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Those "Checking In"</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><em>"Sorry but I am a day late again". Please click on left of the page click on "Contact Me" or leave a comment, Thank You!</em></span><br /><br />Tuesday afternoon Becky and I made an almost two hour drive to our oldest daughter, Sarah's in Jackson, Michigan. We were on our way to her place when she called us. We were going to try and surprise her, but when she called she was calling to tell us what happen to her at work. So Becky decided to tell her that we were on our way down. So she was glad that we were coming.<br /><br />Tuesday morning she was at work and she was feeling dizzy and faint dry heaving and so her work sent her to the doctor. Her doctor was sending her to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hospital</span> for some test. Well, she wasn't do to go to the hospital until after we were to arrive. So we were able to take her. She had some blood work done and CAT scan. She then was able to go home. We spent the evening with her and was able to go to the doctor Wednesday morning with her. The doctor told her that all her test came back good. We PRAISE THE LORD FOR THAT! But now she has to go see a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Neurologist</span> next. So we got to spend all day with her on Wednesday. She seems to be doing pretty good. She has had this happen to her before. So I hope they can find out what is causing her to do what she was doing for her work to send her to the doctor.<br /><br />On our way to the hospital for Sarah to have her test done, we saw a beautiful "red hot" sunset. Sorry the picture on here is not the one. I was not able to get a picture.<br /><br />So, if you would think about, it would you please pray for Sarah? Thank you!H.O.P.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09435962073438827774noreply@blogger.com1