tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84367333455447175692024-02-19T00:00:17.112-05:00Mona's WorldMaureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-30752597890976632322010-09-03T14:20:00.000-04:002010-09-03T14:20:39.465-04:00MOREWell it has certainly been a long while since I have written and yet I love to write.<br />
However for the past little while I have been pre-occupied and bound within my own thoughts,seraching to hear from God or better yet trying to hear even more than what I think I am hearing forgetting to just rest in Him.<br />
I have been reading books listening to the radio watching tv going to a conference,praying and having conversations with God daily.<br />
Notice the key words in that sentence was I HAVE<br />
Now not to say that what I have been doing is detrimental as I have learned many things, however I want and need more.<br />
I thirst daily and can't seem to quench the dryness that is in my life.<br />
Last night I decided to go to corporate prayer wanting and needing a quiet place with others that understand the deep love of God and that would leave me alone in my thoughts.<br />
What I got was frustration with the noise<br />
What I got was a stronger desire to hear God with the condition He would shut everyone else up so I could hear Him.<br />
Ya not happening<br />
but still I was determined I was going to hear if it killed me.<br />
So I tried to worship but the focus was so much on me the desire for more became frustrating.<br />
However God works in amazing ways<br />
I heard from God even when I didn't think I was.<br />
Scriptures came popping into my head,so I looked them up and wrote them down. <br />
When all was said and done and no more came to mind and my frustration was growing MORE intense<br />
Barry spoke over me and said<br />
"Your nickname is Mo but I see other letters The Lord is telling me you are MORE<br />
More than what you think you are<br />
More than what others see you as<br />
More to me than what you know<br />
and you will be thirsting for more daily and the more you drink of Me the more you will want"<br />
He saw me dancing in a frilly white dress with the Lord I was a princess all sparkley and pretty.He began to laugh. Not quite sure if he was just filled with the spirit or if he was seeing what I was seeing <br />
Me in a white frilly dress.Too funny!<br />
No matter the main thing is I was dancing with the Lord and at that moment my heart was like the Grinch and grew so large in my chest I thought I was going to burst.<br />
It was then the Lord told me He was right hear with me talking to me but I had to hear Him with not my ears but my heart. He told me to re-read the scriptures I had written.<br />
The tears flowed as separately they were words and promises but together they were my thoughts and my story of late with His promise among them.<br />
Here is what He showed me our converstions have been in one long sentence.(separate scriptures)<br />
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<span style="color: red;">"You will joyfully draw water from springs of salvation". </span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;">I said to myself,Go ahead,I will test you with pleasure and enjoy what is good."But it turned out to be futile"</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">STOP (your fighting) and know that I AM GOD exalted among the nations,exalted on earth.Consider ships,though very large and driven by fierce winds,they are guided by a very small rudder wherever the will of the pilot directs.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #0c343d;">Although I once had confidence in the flesh too</span>.</span><span style="color: red;">If anyone else thinks he has grounds for confidence in the flesh I have more.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">Not that I have already reached (the goal) or am already,fully mature but I make every effort to take hold of it because I also have been taken hold of by Christ Jesus.</span><br />
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So my lesson here was to Stop<br />
Stop thinking<br />
Stop forcing<br />
Just Stop and rest in Him<br />
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When you think your prayers are never going to be answered and the frustration of trying to hear Him is exhausting and the mind will not stop running the Lord is right there saying <br />
<span style="color: red;">Hello I am right here .... No not there..... STOP.... ok now look within.....You got it there I AM..... now sit down get comfortable and just relax and rest in Me...... Ok now what do you want to talk about today?</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWez1Zp_HhaXO3y7KoTxgLHqe-YRyzBtPOl2-lKNTj1pl7xzhRnY4Xf1Vd62fj673DsDbz9n5NVLkTK8i3RuuvuP5jPk3BH2e3P28MiJgHL61y5UPVy_V3rqz2th46S_eKCuA9BmAiks/s1600/thumbnailCARF1RXH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWez1Zp_HhaXO3y7KoTxgLHqe-YRyzBtPOl2-lKNTj1pl7xzhRnY4Xf1Vd62fj673DsDbz9n5NVLkTK8i3RuuvuP5jPk3BH2e3P28MiJgHL61y5UPVy_V3rqz2th46S_eKCuA9BmAiks/s320/thumbnailCARF1RXH.jpg" /></a></div>Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-59150076913304683692010-06-03T14:45:00.001-04:002010-06-03T14:50:18.128-04:00Pay it Forward in Faith Regardless of Fear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbNRN9bSe1ZG5XgsuX36j5rQVJ5j0qNPLT-P9d1S__ic6a-zS4fmzqGCulg4501GXfOy5bZdQOuALdUjABGVaU5PfWpGF6T1N_EMTw8ZDBPaZmyfRs0HDJnAUU6c05eVOavv-u2dfRRMI/s1600/In%2520Fear%2520and%2520Faith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbNRN9bSe1ZG5XgsuX36j5rQVJ5j0qNPLT-P9d1S__ic6a-zS4fmzqGCulg4501GXfOy5bZdQOuALdUjABGVaU5PfWpGF6T1N_EMTw8ZDBPaZmyfRs0HDJnAUU6c05eVOavv-u2dfRRMI/s320/In%2520Fear%2520and%2520Faith.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Some things I have been pondering</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stepping out completely in faith.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Obedience</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and the dreaded fear that sometimes seems more powerful than faith.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I haven't written in a while </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sometimes it's a fear of not being elloquent enough</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but today I am moved and it really doesn't matter if this post is elloquent enough for the reader.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It is out of obedience with no fear and it's covered with many blessings to you the reader.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So for some of us the fear of praying over someone outloud because of the lack of experience or the lack of really good Godly words to impress can be worrisome.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It doesn't matter what it sounds like as long as it's from the heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A prayer or a simple Blessing to someone can change ones life attitude or be an answere to their prayers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On our anniversary I went to pick up chinese food downtown and passed a woman sitting begging on the street.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We have all seen her many times and she can be rather scary</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her face scratched and cut from her obsessive behaviour,the knowledge that she has Hep C and the fact she never seems to make an effort to clean up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Regardless she is a child of God.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As I passed I cringed and a moment of fear condemnation and judgement came into my heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">when returning to my car I was overcome with guilt that I was eating and she wasn't but kept walking anyway.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As I opened the car door I was consumed with the Lord saying this is my child your sister and I began to tear up and ask for forgiveness.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was fearful but for a moment and then stepped boldly out and went back to her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She sheepishly looked up at me and low growl came from deep within and I bent down and prayed over her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was the look in her eyes distant but there</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was Hope</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She smiled slightly and said these words.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"God Bless you too and Thank you for being kind and generous to me not very many people are"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This has been going over and over in my head and yet I move on in my selfish ways of fear.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have been struggling alot lately thanking God for this trial and telling Him I am looking forward to all that He is teaching me although not sure what it is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today it was confirmed</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The simple act of Blessing someone just because you can and because He wants you to.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I received a phone call but a moment ago from a man in our church.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We know each other enough to say hello</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hear him many times during the service</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">praising God outloud</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He called because I must have been on his heart for some reason and to tell me that I am a blessing and that I am loved.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He stepped out fearless and faithful</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to bless me</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am truly Blessed with my brothers obedience but also from our Fathers Patience Grace Mercy and most of all</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> His Love while teaching me with His gentle hand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Be Fearless and Faithful in God</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bless someone today</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">this simple act can truly change ones life</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am living proof of that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-34169417882858053392010-05-31T00:03:00.002-04:002010-05-31T00:03:34.764-04:00Just had to post this<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikCsrfpmfqc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikCsrfpmfqc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-64416190969781763882010-03-14T23:02:00.000-04:002010-03-14T23:02:07.201-04:00Clinging to my Faith<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVuYdzmvr7CRj_0CQONiNDSmQBEoSf5G5_Z8Kx2xX3JVOahuX9xKN-JL55P3T0eSnDDHgSklTG1YNLfU9SfQwMYblIIIWMeqT1BwzzegPfSNvXH0IKugiZ9A_canUUmRej4sBk99bk94/s1600-h/2952423618_e752fe79d7%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVuYdzmvr7CRj_0CQONiNDSmQBEoSf5G5_Z8Kx2xX3JVOahuX9xKN-JL55P3T0eSnDDHgSklTG1YNLfU9SfQwMYblIIIWMeqT1BwzzegPfSNvXH0IKugiZ9A_canUUmRej4sBk99bk94/s320/2952423618_e752fe79d7%5B1%5D.jpg" vt="true" /></a></div>This weekend I haven't been questioning my faith but holding on to it tightly.<br />
The recent events that have plague our community has gotten to me.<br />
Missing persons<br />
Murder 4 within the last month<br />
What is happening?<br />
The recent deaths of this past weekend have hit home.<br />
Tracey Hannah and her daughter Whitney,Shannon still in serious condition clinging to life.<br />
Tracey and I went to school together.<br />
Were we close friends No <br />
but our lives did cross paths.<br />
We were in the same classes together<br />
we went to the same parties in Highschool <br />
and her eldest daughter Jamie-Lynne and my youngest son Dave went to school together.<br />
Last month I saw her and we laughed and joked about all the bush parties we went to and how we were getting older and how we couldn't believe our kids have grown so much. We talked about makeup for Whitney for her grade 8 grad and finished with a we should get together for a coffee sometime.<br />
How many times have we said those words never to follow up.<br />
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Now I never knew Traceys Married name. My son said I knew her but I just couldn't place Tracey Hannah in my mind,It hit me Friday that could this be Tracey Urch.<br />
Nope couldn't be I was just talking to her.<br />
It was confirmed for me today when they posted her picture on the news.<br />
My heart sank even farther then it had prior to that moment of reality.<br />
Reality<br />
That is when clinging to my faith was the most important thing.<br />
Yes I have questions<br />
Typical ones like Why Lord<br />
or Did you know this is how she would die when you created her?<br />
"For I know the plans I have for you"<br />
Does it include this?<br />
Did it include the young woman hiding in the closet?<br />
Praise God in the Highest for that!<br />
I am reflecting on the Friday this all happened and the conversation that took place in the staff room.<br />
One Christian believing in Capital punishment and becoming so intensely upset about this.<br />
Then there was the non christian saying but what about his rights.<br />
Then there was me praying fervourishly in my head to say the right thing.<br />
Speaking about justice will be served and that even the young man is Gods child.<br />
That God will discipline him beit life in jail but will also be patient for his repentance.<br />
Grace and Mercy<br />
Then I ended this with I say this now because stuff like this hasn't hit close to home.<br />
My flesh feels one way but my spirit feels another way and I needed to concentrate on my spirit not my flesh.<br />
Needless to say <br />
WHAM this morning it hit close to home.<br />
So I am battling the anger (Not with God) of the flesh and clinging to the tiniest of mustard seed that God so lovingly placed in my heart so very long ago.<br />
This mustard seed will be my rock in days to come when the conversations get heated in this city.<br />
I emplore all of you to cling tightly to the slightest bit of faith when things get tough in our lives and God will bring us through it triumphantly.<br />
I know it and feel it and most of believe it that God will bring good out of all that has been happening in this city.<br />
I trust my Father and praise Him for giving me but a moment to know such a lovely young woman.Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-34850719948874205572010-03-06T22:32:00.000-05:002010-03-06T22:32:10.441-05:00For Nana Cheryl September 2011<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nYhTye_A9H0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nYhTye_A9H0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-14686650900530083532010-03-03T14:31:00.001-05:002010-03-03T14:32:05.568-05:00Most Difficult Change Dying to OurselvesIn my last post Joyce spoke about change. This has been playing on my heart quite a bit lately.<br />
I am always praying that the people in my life would change their ways.<br />
Desiring them to pick up and get moving forward.<br />
Wanting them to stop wallowing in their situations using it as an excuse to stay where they are.Accepting secular counsel be it from a therapist or a doctor or even a friend as a be all end all answere.This is the way it is accept it,and try and live your life within your <span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: cyan;">"OWN</span>"</span> means.<br />
Really!<br />
<b><span style="color: cyan;"><b>Do not accept this.</b> Do not let the world dictate what is or what is not.</span></b><br />
Believe in the only One who knows the plans He has for you.<br />
My guess is it's not sitting on your ass waiting for blessings to just be handed out to you because you Believe in Him.<br />
We must have complete faith in His healing from whatever is ailing us,beit laziness,sickness,pride,financial issues and the list can go on and on depending on our lives.<br />
It's time for us to Die.<br />
Die to ourselves our flesh and start living the life He has given us.<br />
We can do all things through Christ who strengthens us.<br />
Ok we can say that over and over again and believe it with all our hearts but are we living it.<br />
I know I'm not.<br />
Truth be known I love watching Joyce, I love taking the ISOM course and I love the lessons from our Pastors on Sunday mornings.<br />
My confession I am lazy when it comes to reading the word.I do but not daily or dilligently.<br />
Why because I have allowed others to do it for me.<br />
Yes I am learning but how much more or closer to God will I become when I hear it from the source Himself.<br />
I have changed alot of my ways but this is one I tend to hold on to.<br />
I have been blessed with His grace in this matter and I know He will never forsake me, but it's time for me to die to that one aspect in my life that is holding His plan back.<br />
After all he died for us. What a sacrifice of true love.<br />
The Lord has really been showing me images of the hungry.<br />
Man cannot live by bread alone.<br />
Oh that must mean get out there and help the poor.<br />
Nope this was about me.<br />
God is the greatest! Amen!<br />
I am really hungry and yet I supress my hunger by holding on to the last piece of me that needs to die.Laziness Fear of what I could be in Him.<br />
Proverbs 6: 6-11 was playing on my heart this morning not only for me but for others in this world.<br />
So today I choose to die to myself and walk with the utmost of faith and I believe it is then and only then His plan for me can be fulfilled.<br />
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So Long Self it's been fun but........<br />
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<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpyKXcMYMS8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpyKXcMYMS8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-59651704344539124902010-03-02T12:15:00.000-05:002010-03-02T12:15:11.453-05:00Felt the need to post this<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3EOe1jE7i0IqRGjoLcg2U2Cxw9UIvzO5WTSCSeogWHZb6yowyT__pzQDiEqh82o769dqRk7xpcgbFI_Vpo650YTIyJGlg8TwxgqrwWMRjPzQAFKSV1Sakq2NtEpK9Xyp0fwKNaZdKtfE/s1600-h/6246fa99-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3EOe1jE7i0IqRGjoLcg2U2Cxw9UIvzO5WTSCSeogWHZb6yowyT__pzQDiEqh82o769dqRk7xpcgbFI_Vpo650YTIyJGlg8TwxgqrwWMRjPzQAFKSV1Sakq2NtEpK9Xyp0fwKNaZdKtfE/s400/6246fa99-6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Choosing to Change </div><br />
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by Joyce Meyer <br />
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How serious are you about wanting change in your life? A lot of us want our lives to change…but we’re not willing to do our part.<br />
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If you really want things to change in your life—and experience the fullness of the life Jesus died to give you—here are some things that you need to do. <br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Spend Time with God</strong></span> <br />
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First, examine your priorities and see what needs to change. You can’t think spending 45 minutes or an hour in church on Sunday mornings is all you need to live in victory. Since the devil is alive and well every day, then you need a daily walk with God. <br />
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The wonderful thing is, there’s no formula. You can just be with Him. Pray, laugh, cry, talk or sit still and not open your mouth. It’s that easy. <br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Stand Up on the Inside</strong></span> <br />
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Next, you need to get serious about changing your life. Every one of us has an outer life and an inner life. Many of us want our outside circumstance to change while we stay depressed on the inside. But before you can get up on the outside, you have to get up on the inside. <br />
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You may have a circumstance in your life right now where you feel like you have no choice but to sit down. If that’s the case, tell yourself you’re going to stay enthusiastic, passionate, stirred up, excited, positive, and full of hope and faith on the inside. Make up your mind that you’re never going to quit. <br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Get Up and Clean Up!</strong></span> <br />
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In John 5 there’s a story about a man who I believe represents a lot of people who refuse to change. <br />
During a Jewish feast in Jerusalem, Jesus visited the Bethesda pool where sick people gathered, hoping to get healed. One of the people waiting to get healed was a man who had been crippled for 38 years. When Jesus saw him, He asked if he wanted to be healed. <br />
To me, the man’s answer tells us why he hadn’t been healed in 38 years. He said, “I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred.” Bottom line, the man had avoided responsibility.<br />
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His second problem was that he blamed others. The man said, “While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me.” <br />
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How did Jesus respond? Jesus didn’t feel sorry for him. Instead, Jesus said, rather sternly, “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.” In other words, stop being lazy and get on with your life. <br />
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For change to occur in your life, it’s not only important that you stop being a prisoner of your circumstances. You also have to choose to become a prisoner of hope. This means being a person who cannot get away from hope. If you’ll do this, you’ll receive double of anything that’s taken away from you. That’s a promise from God. <br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Never Give Up!</strong></span> <br />
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It was a special day in my life when I realized I didn’t have to give up; I could have hope in the worst circumstances. Regardless of what the situation looks like, I believe that God can give me a breakthrough. <br />
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We all want instantaneous breakthrough, but it’s going to take time. And you may go through long periods, even years, feeling like you haven’t made any progress at all, but you have. <br />
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Most of the time change occurs daily in little increments that you don’t even notice. But if you’ll just look back after a year or two, you’ll realize that things in your life have changed. <br />
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No matter what your circumstance or situation is, you can choose to change. You can choose to hope. You can choose to never give up. You can choose to experience the life Jesus died to give you. Now get up and go!Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-7778087469195574392010-02-10T22:56:00.003-05:002010-02-10T23:02:21.256-05:00Only Your Best Friend Can Do This<div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrzlveG9D55zT0N5pVDl7looVCFKy0ncjif3boEoLAu1pSF7ItDaTy7gVM7C5v7GJwiuexeplaHeH1X2s8wgSmlTevXD4BNbIh7V3WN7nsUv-kSICKRm5ix8io1Bye0mwZgzYdD65ld0g/s1600-h/!cid_97A86748F7FA4FA5B3EFBC6B8FA6924B%40EileenPC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrzlveG9D55zT0N5pVDl7looVCFKy0ncjif3boEoLAu1pSF7ItDaTy7gVM7C5v7GJwiuexeplaHeH1X2s8wgSmlTevXD4BNbIh7V3WN7nsUv-kSICKRm5ix8io1Bye0mwZgzYdD65ld0g/s400/!cid_97A86748F7FA4FA5B3EFBC6B8FA6924B%40EileenPC.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-10899596704724873922010-02-01T23:14:00.001-05:002010-02-01T23:17:23.100-05:00For I Know The Plans I Have For YouTonight on my way home from my ISOM class at the church I started to reflect on my life growing up.<br />
I began to think about what a rebel I was against the church and it's doctrine.<br />
I would challenge anyone with statements like<br />
Proove it!<br />
Why?<br />
followed by statements like What a bunch of Hypocrits<br />
You see that's what I saw as a child.The religiosity,the legalism of man.<br />
I once saw a man kicked out of church because of what he was wearing (The 70's) I was 10 years old and refused to go back to church unless I was made to like Christmas or Easter and even then I grumbled and despised the men who were leading the service.<br />
I then began to think of the children of the church and began to pray that we as Junior High Leaders are instilling the love of God as your friend,mentor and Father.<br />
That Christainity is a relationship with God<br />
My thoughts then lead to the most simplest of prayers<br />
HELP!<br />
and I began to sing and once again reflect on the moment I reached out and was Saved.<br />
I remember the first time I asked Jesus to be a part of my life. I had the most icredible rush run through my body and was joyful beyond description,but what I didn't know then at age 23 was there was work to be done. I was Saved and my name was in The Book of Lambs and that was that,I could still lead the life I was leading.<br />
Yesterday Today and Tomorrow has come to my heart tonight and I am praising God for hearing my prayer from 5 years ago Help Save Me! I want You in my life,but most of all being patient and loving me for 19 years while I wandered, sort of believed and sinned alot until I was broken.<br />
That is when my cry for help was real and He knew it and only then did he pick me up dust me off and hug me so tight that I couldn't help but feel His presence.<br />
Oh we all know He was there all those years but stubborness and pride Feels No Love<br />
His timing is always perfect and for 19 years He waited patiently for one simple word<br />
HELP<br />
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Note: Who knew this song would ever have a deeper meaning today in my life than when I was just tapping my toes to a catchie little tune<br />
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</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Me Grandma,Myer"!<br />
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Steve and I are so Blessed<br />
What a fun evening we had.Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-72227554053657264412010-01-24T01:15:00.000-05:002010-01-24T01:15:04.201-05:00Where Is God?<div style="text-align: center;">Well that was the question that was asked to me<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"The Christian"<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">when Haiti was destroyed with the devasting earthquake<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My answere was right there amongst the destruction holding on to His beloved children.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the more I have been thinking about this<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">this thought came to mind.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where are we?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't mean in Haiti<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">God is with us all the time wether we feel Him or not<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">that is what I call a true friend<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but where are we as His friend?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do we give Him the the time and effort that he gives us 24/7?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is this a one sided relationship where one wants and takes then complains when things don't go the way we want it to?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh sure we are thankful when we are blessed but are we thankful when we are not or when times are rough?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Have you ever asked God how He was doing?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am sure that sounds quite flippant<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but lets just think about this for but a moment.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Have you ever had a friend that never seems to ask you how you are doing?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but always wants to share their joys or misery with you.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">or better yet sucks the life out of you with their needs.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Please don't misunderstand what I am saying here.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Worshipping our Father and praising Him is a delight to His heart<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but with the question posed to me I am reflecting more on what I am giving back as His child and friend.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Perhaps just asking God how His day was will reveal a deeper hearing of His voice within<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here I am Lord<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your friend<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and despite the disbelief and anger in this world towards you I want to give back to you<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">by asking what can I do for you,my friend?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope that you have a had a wonderful and Blessed day<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and am looking forward to introducing you,My Best Friend<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">to all those around me.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Talk to you tomorrow<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love you<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mo<br />
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</div><div align="center">God has been showing me so much over the past few days.<br />
</div><div align="center">His love is never ending.<br />
</div><div align="center">Giving us His only Son ,so that we may live <br />
</div><div align="center">I mean really try to put yourself in His shoes.<br />
</div><div align="center">This selfless loving amazing sacrifice just for us.<br />
</div><div align="center">For us, the some times, self absorbed self righteous sinners.<br />
</div><div align="center">Does this not blow your mind when you really sit and contemplate this.<br />
</div><div align="center">His grace and mercy never changes even if we do<br />
</div><div align="center">I love that He didn't force us to love Him<br />
</div><div align="center">but that<br />
</div><div align="center">He gave us the free will to choose to Love Him <br />
</div><div align="center">and even for those who choose not to<br />
</div><div align="center">He loves them as equally as He loves those who do<br />
</div><div align="center">He never changes<br />
</div><div align="center">He never gives up on the lost<br />
</div><div align="center">God you're still You<br />
We are so Blessed to have such love in our lives<br />
Thankyou<br />
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I also enjoy receiving<br />
but what is more important?<br />
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If I give and don't receive and am dissapointed was I really giving out of love?<br />
Was there motive behind the kind gesture?<br />
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Have we given our life over to Jesus because we are promised eternal life?<br />
Is that our only motivation for doing this?<br />
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Do we do good works to receive a better or bigger piece of heaven?<br />
Is that our only motivation?<br />
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We will be rewarded according to our works. Revelation 22:12<br />
Rewards will be based on our faithfulness to what God has called us to do.<br />
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story:<br />
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An elderly man walks into a villiage<br />
There he discovers the whole villiage has gathered in it's center listening to a young man speak.<br />
This man was beautiful, and strong.<br />
The young man was telling the villiage that he had the most beautiful heart in the world.<br />
It was pink and pumping the brightest red blood throughout his perfect body,not a flaw to be found in it.<br />
As the elderly man heard this he exclaimed<br />
" Young man I beg to differ I have the most beautiful heart"<br />
the crowd laughed at the old man,but the old man stood his ground.<br />
"Old man you are old and weary and out of breath, this shows the sign of an old worn out heart"<br />
"Young man I will prove that I have the most beautiful of hearts"<br />
With that being said the old man took his shirt off and ripped open his chest exposing the heart that lie within.<br />
It was pink in places, and there were holes and chunks of different sizes filling those holes. The heart was mishaped and grotesque to look at.<br />
The crowd began to laugh<br />
The young man then took his shirt off and ripped his chest open and the crowd was in awe by the pinkest most flawless beautiful heart they have ever seen.<br />
" Old man look at my heart can you see the difference between yours and mine?"<br />
"Yes said the old man I can, but mine is still more beautiful than yours"<br />
"How is that replied the young man"<br />
"See these scars,these are scars of my past sins cut out by God and sewn up by His forgiveness, These holes are where I have given my love to others and they in turn did not give me theirs back,the mishaped chunks are pieces of anothers love that they have freely given.<br />
With that being said the old man grasped his heart and tore a chunk of pink flesh out and offered it to the young man.<br />
"May the love of God be with you"<br />
as the young man reached out and received this precious gift,he fell to his knees and looking up he reached into his chest and tore out a chunk and replied<br />
"and also with you"<br />
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This story came to mind as I was pondering why we choose to follow God.<br />
How many times have we hurt God and yet He still gives us his heart unconditionally for the taking.<br />
Even if we reject His love He still pours it into our lives.<br />
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There is no motive behind His love<br />
He just loves<br />
How incredible is that?<br />
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Why is it that we know this and yet we don't always give our love freely to family,friends,strangers?<br />
I desire change for this world<br />
How do I make an impact if only small?<br />
By checking my heart daily, if there is motive in all that I do or say to gain personally then I am choosing not to do it.<br />
I have decided to just love and be obedient to Glorify God<br />
There is no motive behind that as I already have all that I need and want<br />
Unconditional love from my Father could there be a better reward than that?<br />
I think not!Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-14457840296443094962010-01-03T21:11:00.000-05:002010-01-03T21:11:09.470-05:00Dog Day Afternoon<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sunday Football<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a time to relax and enjoy the games.<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am banished to the front living room<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(asking questions during the game constitutes the penalty box)<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh Wait! That's hockey<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">also<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was ousted out of "The Club"<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can two people be considered a club?<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I ask<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ohhhhh I get it now<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Always did <br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(wink wink)<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's the simple pleasures in life that amuse me<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So as usual I am free to make a few phone calls then have an afternoon snooze<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and I woke up to see this<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Apparently during half time the boys went for a walk in the field and it was too cold for one of them.<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Such a big boy<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and Steves big sucky baby<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Daddy I'm cold and tired.<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Poor Mr. Shivers<br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">aka Reginald<br />
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</div>Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-46025868540551776292009-12-31T13:09:00.006-05:002010-01-02T00:24:58.717-05:00AVATAR Last Movie Review for 2009<div style="text-align: left;">Last night my son and I went to see Avatar<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This morning we are still talking about it.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This movie is the most visually stunning movie I have ever seen.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The colours are so vibrant, at one point I actually thought<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">God if the colours are like this in Heaven take me now.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As for the 3D effect I was actually tempted to reach out and touch the little white fluffies that were landing on my nose and arms. You will see them in the video clip.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">James Cameron out did himself and I predict he will clean up at the Oscars.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The story line was predictable but did not dissapoint.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">What I did find interesting though was,the subliminal message of the white man ousting the native man from his home for his own self righteousness and greed.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">With that being said,perhaps this was my own thought corelation between the two and yet I some how doubt deep down that I am wrong. I believe there was a message Cameron chose to subliminally remind our hearts of.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We all agreed upon leaving that the self righteousness of man is the self destruction of what could be a peaceful harmony between cultures.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The spirituality of the blue people is truly reflective in and of itself.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The main theme is indicative to what we should all aspire to completely understand in our hearts and minds.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The unity of man despite the differences through <span style="color: red;">"</span><span style="color: red;">ONE" </span> beating <span style="color: red;">HEART</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Watch the video and then play it again and close your eyes.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Some very powerful words.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I've posted the lyrics below<br />
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Walking through a dream<br />
I see you <br />
My light in darkness breathing hope of new life <br />
Now I live through you and you through me <br />
Enchanted <br />
I pray in my heart that this dream never ends <br />
I see me through your eyes <br />
Living through life flying high <br />
Your life shines the way into paradise <br />
So I offer my life as a sacrifice <br />
I live through your love <br />
You teach me how to see <br />
All that’s beautiful <br />
My senses touch your word I never pictured <br />
Now I give my hope to you <br />
I surrender <br />
I pray in my heart that this world never ends <br />
I see me through your eyes <br />
Living through life flying high <br />
Your love shines the way into paradise <br />
So I offer my life <br />
I offer my love, for you <br />
When my heart was never open <br />
(and my spirit never free) <br />
To the world that you have shown me <br />
But my eyes could not division <br />
All the colors of love and of life ever more <br />
Evermore<br />
(I see me through your eyes) <br />
I see me through your eyes <br />
(Living through life flying high) <br />
Flying high <br />
Your love shines the way into paradise <br />
So I offer my life as a sacrifice <br />
And live through your love <br />
And live through your life <br />
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I see you <br />
I see youMaureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-83675555810249230492009-12-25T23:54:00.001-05:002009-12-25T23:58:37.553-05:00Twas The Night of Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Twas The night of Christmas and all through my house<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A Friend by his side a beer in their hands<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">but first I must pray<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you Father <br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and Happy Birthday<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am thankful for today it brings such delight<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Merry Christmas to all<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and to all a Good Night<br />
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</div>Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-46432120618299439132009-12-25T00:06:00.000-05:002009-12-25T00:06:54.679-05:00Christmas Eve<div style="text-align: center;">Christmas Eve Dinner..... Yummy<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Daughters Baking.........Divine<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Watching your Grandchildren's faces as they open Presents...........Exciting<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Getting them wound up......Our Job<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gathered around listening to your grandaughter read The Night before Christmas...Tearful<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Watching my Daughter and Husband Trying to get them to bed.......Funny<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Families gift to us......Priceless<br />
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</div>Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-31406344962747085382009-12-22T21:31:00.000-05:002009-12-22T21:31:15.569-05:00Merry Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLlhNWqh1-EgbzjWoOLlPAr_LdpSlnYEWPWo8RLROoqxjBwATSIN5fyBqkmcebCZbAF-qgIN16SoGarHh3QYUjdvySHLIeua2IBKFvZetCfdx6VIdzpe1fqKkve3RLnIC2xJRVsyvN-yA/s1600-h/!cid_CB772AE121254CD49F55B6B74253B156%40clements.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLlhNWqh1-EgbzjWoOLlPAr_LdpSlnYEWPWo8RLROoqxjBwATSIN5fyBqkmcebCZbAF-qgIN16SoGarHh3QYUjdvySHLIeua2IBKFvZetCfdx6VIdzpe1fqKkve3RLnIC2xJRVsyvN-yA/s640/!cid_CB772AE121254CD49F55B6B74253B156%40clements.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-87548056843715417892009-12-19T22:15:00.000-05:002009-12-19T22:15:35.426-05:00For My Blogging Buddies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDncoMyWcNbOmm_DMONytVEVAPEnZ-osHy9USAtgjv1R-JREx4M6d18tLpCV-E2O8Gct9JznFHshyhoOjAjCCZf5GOzPf6A_vJb5voo_yAOSY3WtKGYs1oYW2chsxK3uii4-hiGITGIiQ/s1600-h/Christmas_hugs_polar_bear%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDncoMyWcNbOmm_DMONytVEVAPEnZ-osHy9USAtgjv1R-JREx4M6d18tLpCV-E2O8Gct9JznFHshyhoOjAjCCZf5GOzPf6A_vJb5voo_yAOSY3WtKGYs1oYW2chsxK3uii4-hiGITGIiQ/s640/Christmas_hugs_polar_bear%5B1%5D.gif" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Abundant Blessings for 2010<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Love you all very much<br />
</div>Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-2725108661468649862009-12-16T12:34:00.000-05:002009-12-16T12:34:50.176-05:00Bitter Sweet Moment<div style="text-align: center;">Tis the season we think of family.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This morning I was thinking about my mom and dad and how much I miss them.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss mom constantly singing the Hallelujah Chorus <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">with my father following her lead and in a low deep voice<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">singing King of Kings and Lord of Lords<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my favourite piece of music as I have heard it since I was just a little one.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My heart began to sink knowing mom never knew here on earth that she had a 3rd great grandchild and my father knowing but never being able to meet him<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">knowing I won't be tasting moms mince meat pies this Christmas<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">laughing over Christmas dinner as we wore the silly paper crowns and over tea afterwards, putting together the little toys from the Christmas crackers.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but as always<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">God prevails when a heart is in pain.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and he does it (with me) with Great Humour<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">after a good cry and talk with God I went to the computer intending to write<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">such lovely thankful heart wrenching words about my parents<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">a tribute of sorts<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and an email popped up<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> My mother was an absolutely witty funny creative woman and my father, well his humour very dry.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He was her wingman.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">God really knows how to turn my Sorrow into Joy<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">J O Y<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">yes I am doing the actions <strong><span style="color: red;">:-)</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">What an amazing King of Kings and Lord of Lords<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">and my inner voice came out<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">not loudly but enough for someone to hear<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The hustle and the bustle can create impatience and the occasional angry outburst.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">eg. "What do you mean you don't have anymore of this or that it's Christmas"<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Humph stomp out of the store<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was thinking Hello Christmas is less than 2 weeks away and it's not like you didn't know it was coming for the past year<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but what came out<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">was<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Isn't there anyone who knows what Chrsitmas is about.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now the person that heard came over and said <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"And Lo an Angel of the Lord came upon them"<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I immediately knew the line and where it came from<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">we giggled<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and all was well with the world once again<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am sure by now you have all heard</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Joyce is coming to Toronto.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now this would make for a wonderful girls few nights out.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She will be in Toronto August 5th-7th</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Check out her website for all the details.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">What do you think Ladies?</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.joycemeyer.org/">http://www.joycemeyer.org/</a><br />
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