tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13400291597910110542024-03-14T08:09:41.787-05:00The Essence of Who I AmMotherhood, Family, Lifestyle, InspirationUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-43029142234846696522021-04-16T13:26:00.007-05:002021-06-03T13:55:21.330-05:00Plugged In<p><span> During this last hurricane season, we were without electricity for almost five days. That first night was exciting. The kiddos couldn't wait to use their flashlights. We ate and played games by candlelight, and while it was all fun and games that first night, it began to grow old by the next. </span>By habit, we would enter a room and our hands would automatically go to the light switch. Nothing would come on and then we would remember that there was no electricity. Each night, we would sit in our cars so we could charge our phones and other electronics. All of our lights, appliances, and chargers were useless without electricity. They were all plugged into an outlet, but there was no power source.</p><p><span> </span>In our walk with God, the Holy Ghost is our power source! Acts 1:8 says, "But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you..." The same power that rose Jesus from the grave living inside of you! Before Jesus ascended into heaven, He told His disciples to go to Jerusalem and wait for the promise of the Holy Ghost. His disciples did exactly what He commanded them and we find them gathered in an upper room on the Day of Pentecost. 120 received the Holy Ghost in the upper room! Acts 2:4 says, "And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance." The power of God could not be contained to those four walls and it began to flow to the streets! A crowd gathered outside and thought the 120 were drunk, but Peter explained, "For these are not drunken, as ye suppose, seeing it is but the third hour of the day. But this is that which was spoken by the prophet Joel; And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophecy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams:" He then began to teach the gospel of Jesus - His death, burial, and resurrection! The Bible says that when they heard this, they were convicted and asked Peter what they needed to do. Acts 2:38 says, "Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost." 3000 more were filled with the Holy Ghost and baptized in Jesus Name! If we want that same power, we must follow the same pattern! Repentance, Baptism, and the Holy Ghost! Acts 2:39 says, "For the promise is unto you, and to your children, and to all that are afar off, even as many as the Lord our God shall call." The Holy Ghost is available to all those who want it! The power source is there, but you must plug into it!</p><p><span><span> </span>When my husband and I first got married and were in our first home, our master bath had a </span>jacuzzi that we could never get to work. Finally, after a few years, we had my uncle come over to see what he could do to fix it. When he cut open the space under the tub, he realized that the motor was not plugged into the outlet. He simply plugged it in and it worked! The power source had always been there - we had electricity, but the jacuzzi didn't work because it was not plugged into the power source. Forgiveness is there, the Holy Ghost is there, but we must do our part! The door to salvation has been opened, but we must walk through it! We must apply the pattern! We must be doers of the Word and not hearers only. We must take the cord and plug it into the power source!</p><p><span><span><span> </span></span></span> When we receive the Holy Ghost, we receive power to overcome sin and power to be witnesses to others! The Holy Ghost is God living inside of us! He is our comforter! We can have peace that this world does not understand! He holds our hands as we go through trials and tribulations, He strengthens us in our weaknesses, and as we grow closer to Him, He gives us love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, and temperance! There are so many benefits that come with being plugged into the power source but we must stay plugged in! If I've learned anything in my spiritual journey so far, it is the importance of staying connected to the power source. When I find myself over-reacting, growing inpatient, slacking in my praise and worship, feeling prideful, envious, or fearful, I know I am unplugged and it's time to get reconnected, recharged, and renewed. A one time infilling of the Holy Ghost is not enough. We must die daily. We must have a relationship with God. That is how we stay connected to the power source! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/s500/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/w144-h144/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" width="144" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-36022481381359465562021-04-03T09:01:00.005-05:002021-04-09T15:18:19.711-05:00It is Finished<p><span> </span>The garden of Gethsemane. Jesus, knowing it is almost time to complete the task He was born to do, takes Peter, John, and James with Him to pray. His heart is breaking and is full of sorrow. As flesh, He begins to pray, "O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt." When He returns to His disciples, they are asleep. During His entire ministry, He has been giving them clues about what is impending, yet they sleep. Don't they know that life as they know it is about to change? How can they sleep at a time Jesus needs them the most? Why can't they stay awake and pray? Two more times, Jesus prays the same prayer and returns to find His disciples fast asleep. This last time, however, He tells them to sleep on. He no longer needs their prayers. His time has come. As He is speaking, Judas, one of His own, arrives with a crowd sent by the chief priests and elders. He betrays Him with a kiss worth thirty pieces of silver. Jesus, knowing what is next, still calls him friend. The men grab Jesus and arrest Him. One of His disciples draws his sword and cuts off the ear of the servant of the high priest. Jesus, healing his ear, replies, "Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels? But how then shall the scriptures be fulfilled, that thus it must be?" He had a duty, and He would see it through to the end. We were worth it.</p><p><span> The house of Caiaphas. All of Jesus' disciples had forsook Him and fled away in fear. Peter, however, follows Him from a d</span>istance and sits with the servants to watch the outcome of His arrest. Many false witnesses testify against Jesus and the high priest gets angry when He refuses to respond. When He finally does respond, He gets accused of blasphemy. The crowd cries out, "He is guilty of death!" and begins to spit in His face, beat Him with their fists, and slap Him in mockery. Meanwhile, Peter is still sitting in the courtyard, when a servant recognizes him as a follower of Jesus. He denies it and leaves. On the porch, again he is recognized and again he denies it. "I do not know the man." One more time he is recognized as a follower, this time by his speech, so he begins to curse and swear. Is this why Jesus refused to respond to the high priest's questions? Was He too absorbed listening to Peter deny Him? Peter hears the cock crow. He remembers the words of Jesus, "Before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice." He remembers his own fervent response, "Though I should die with thee, yet will I not deny thee." He runs out, weeping bitterly. </p><p><span> The next morning. As Jesus is being delivered to Pilate, Judas, feeling guilty for his betrayal, tries to return the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders. They refuse it. He throws the blood money in the temple, runs off, and hangs himself. Meanwhile, Jesus stands before Pilate, who is amazed that He refuses to respond to the accusations of the crowd. He asks the crowd who he should set free, Jesus or Barabas? They choose Barabas - a murderer. He asks them, "What shall I do then with Jesus?" <span>They cry out, "Let him be crucified!" </span>Pilate washes his hands saying, "I am innocent of the blood of this just person: see ye to it." Jesus is then scourged. Scourging was meant to bring the victim as close to death as possible without killing him. He is whipped and delivered to be crucified. They strip Him and make Him wear a scarlet robe. Then they place a crown of thorns upon His head and a reed in His right hand, and begin to bow, mocking Him. "Hail, King of the Jews!" They spit on Him and begin to hit Him on the head with the reed. They disrobe Him, put His bloody and torn clothes back on, and then lead Him to be crucified. </span></p><p><span><span> Golgotha. The cross is too heavy for Him, but He is determined. Simon carries His cross to Golgotha. They give Jesus vinegar mixed with myrrh to drink. He tastes it but refuses to drink it. They take his hands and feet, and nail Him to the cross. He prays, “Father forgive them; for they know not what they do.” They cast lots for His garments and then sit to watch Him. Again they begin to mock Him saying, "Save </span></span>thyself. If thou be the Son of God, come down from the cross." He could have saved His own life, but we would still be lost in our sins. So He sees it through to the end. He was born for this moment. He cries out with a loud voice, “It is finished!", bows His head, and dies. He saw it to completion. He did exactly what He set out to do. It was finished. He paid the penalties of our sins. I cannot imagine the excruciating pain, agony, and suffering He endured. He died a horrible, gruesome death. All because we were worth it. </p><p> The high priests and elders thought they finally silenced Him. The devil thought he won. But three days later, death was swallowed up in victory! He came out of that tomb victorious! He conquered death, hell, and the grave! His death and resurrection brought forgiveness of sins! The veil of the temple was ripped! We now have free access to the throne of God! We don’t need to go to a priest - we can go directly to God! We can apply His death, burial, and resurrection to our lives through repentance, baptism, and the Holy Ghost! He can live inside of us! That's the gospel! That's the good news! And He commands us to share it! This world is hopeless without God - they need the good news! He has already paved the way to freedom and forgiveness. The door to salvation is open to all of us, but we must walk through the door. His job is complete, and we must now do what is required of us. The ball is in our court. The celebration of Easter is not just about the resurrection of Jesus, but also that we can now have new life and a relationship with Him!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>“But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.”</i></p><p style="text-align: center;">Isaiah 53:5 </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/s500/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/w144-h144/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" width="144" /></a></p><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-57536083685330116242021-03-26T13:58:00.003-05:002021-04-09T15:18:05.336-05:00He Loves You<p style="text-align: center;"><span>2 Samuel 18:32-33 <span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span><span>"And the king said unto Cushi, is the young man Absalom safe? And Cushi answered, The enemies of my lord the king, and all that rise against thee to do thee hurt, be as that young man is.</span></span> And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept: and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!"</i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>Absalom, David's third son, was praised for his beauty. He had long, beautiful, heavy hair that he would cut every year and weigh. Outwardly, he was beautiful. He had no blemishes. He was the perfect specimen of a man. Inwardly, however, was a different story. He harbored hatred after his half brother, Amnon, dishonored his sister, Tamar, and carefully planned Amnon's demise - when Absalom gave the signal, Amnon was openly murdered by the servants. After the revenge, Absalom ran away and was gone for three years. During these three years, the Bible says that "the soul of king David longed to go forth unto Absalom." So Joab convinced David to let Absalom return but David refused to see Absalom for two years. When Joab refused to do anything more for Absalom, Absalom had his servants set Joab's field on fire. He was reckless and foolish, but he got Joab's attention and was reunited with his father. However, this wasn't enough for Absalom - he wanted his father's throne. He won the heart of the people and organized a rebellion. Absalom pursued after David and in the end he got his long, beautiful hair entangled in a tree. He was found and killed by Joab. When David learned of Absalom's death, he began to cry out, "O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!" Even after everything Absalom had done, David still desired for his life to be spared. He was a deceiver and a murderer. He was arrogant, rebellious, and foolish. He was full of pride and vanity. He tried to usurp a throne he was unworthy of, yet despite all of this, David loved him and grieved his death. He mourned and wept for his son. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span> Acts 13:22</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><i>"And when he had removed him, he raised up unto them David to be their king; to whom also he gave testimony, and said, I have found David the son of Jesse, a man after mine own heart, which shall </i></span><i>fulfill all my will."</i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i> </i>David is described as a man after God's own heart. His love for Absalom is a reflection of God's love for us. David cried out "Would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!" He would've taken Absalom's place if he could have. That's how much he loved him! Romans 5:8 says "while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." We were just like Absalom. We were dead in sin deserving death (Romans 6:23), yet still He put on flesh, was mocked, falsely accused, and beaten. He felt the weight of sins that He never committed and died on the cross so we could be forgiven and reunited with Him. Greater love hath no man than this! God loves us so much and nothing can separate us from it! He loves us when we don't love ourselves. He loves us when we are broken, aged by sin, scarred by the choices we've made. He loves us even when we deny His existence. We cannot separate ourselves from His love. His love is unconditional. His love has no limits, but when we return to sin, when we allow ourselves to become separated, when we forget our first love, it hurts Him. He mourns and grieves for us, and like David He cries out our names. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>"O Anna, my daughter, my daughter!" I had forgotten my first love. He never left me, it was I who had pushed away. I'd forgotten who I was and whom I belonged to, but He didn't. He kept reaching for me, calling out, crying my name. When I repented, He welcomed me back with open arms. He took the crown that I had carelessly tossed away and placed it back on my head. I am a daughter of the King. I am a child of God. My crown may not always shine, it may be bent a little, it has a few scars, BUT it's on my head, placed there by the King.</p><p style="text-align: center;">1 Thessalonians 2:12</p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>"That ye would walk worthy of God, who called you unto his kingdom and glory."</i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/s500/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/w144-h144/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" width="144" /></a></p><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-44265178566282340152021-03-19T12:31:00.003-05:002021-03-19T12:49:34.054-05:00My Mom<p> <span> I never fully understood how much my mother loved me until I became a mother myself. I love every moment of being Dylan and Addy's mom and I couldn't imagine my life without them. They bring so much joy and laughter, but let's be honest, it's not always sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes it's hard. Some nights I lie awake feeling like a failure; other nights I go to bed thinking "I've got this." I want so much for my children! I want to nurture and protect them. I want to help them reach their full potential. I want to encourage them to become the individuals God has created them to be. I would move mountains for them if I could. If they could only grasp how much I love them! </span></p><p><span> </span>Motherhood, for me, has been a learning process, and believe me, I'm still learning. I have the Bible as my instruction manual but I've also been blessed to be surrounded by godly mothers that I can learn from, including my own mother. I am so thankful for her. Her birthday is on Tuesday, so this blog is in honor of her. </p><p><span> Being a mother hasn't always been easy for her either, but she is the most resilient lady I know. She is strong. She is brave. She is a fighter. I've heard her plead with God for the salvation of her children and for her backslidden children to return home. I've heard her cry in sorrow and pain after receiving the call that her son was murdered. I've seen her mourn and grieve lives taken to soon. I've watched her take care of her brother, her parents, and my dad during sicknesses. I've seen her battle breast cancer and lose her hair. I've been a witness to many of her trials and tribulations and watched as she came out victorious! She has always been consistent, stable, </span>unmovable, and unshakable. She is an overcomer. She has never lost her faith or trust in God. Instead, her relationship with Him has grown stronger and deeper. She is refined gold. If I could become half of the woman she is...</p><p><span> I've learned a lot from my mom just by watching her. She never tried shoving the Word of God down my throat, but instead she brought His Word to life. She lived it and I got a glimpse of God and His love through her. </span></p><p><span> </span>Thank you, mom, for introducing me to Jesus. Thank you for instilling His love and truth inside of me. Thank you for leading by example. Thank you for never giving up. Thank you for standing strong in the midst of adversity. You are my role model and my best friend, and I would not be the person I am today without your guidance. I owe you so much and there is nothing I want more than to make you proud. Happy early Birthday! I love You!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Proverbs 31:28</p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>"Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her."</i></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/s500/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/w144-h144/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" width="144" /></a></p><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-7611988085433228862021-03-05T17:03:00.002-06:002021-03-05T17:05:55.432-06:00Canceled<p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #454545; font-family: inherit;">Is it just me, or is anyone else tired of cancel culture? </span><span style="color: #454545;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Politicians, celebrities, CEOs, and businesses are being “canceled” because they do or say something considered objectionable or offensive - and everything seems to be offensive these days. </span>No one can have a different opinion than you. </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69); color: #454545;">There is no agreeing to </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69); color: #454545;">disagree</span><span style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69); color: #454545;"> anymore. </span><span style="color: #454545;">Instead, <span style="font-family: inherit;">we cut them out completely. We c</span></span><span style="color: #454545;">ancel them. <span style="font-family: inherit;">Don’t like who the CEO of a certain company voted for? Cancel the company. She has a different opinion than you do? Cancel her. Found something in his distant past that you don’t like? Cancel him. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #454545;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Before we know it, we may even find OURSELVES being “canceled". As disciples of Jesus, our beliefs, actions, and lifestyles are going to be contrary to what's popular. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I </span>don't<span style="font-family: inherit;"> want to identify with this world and what's popular. I </span>don't<span style="font-family: inherit;"> want to blend in and be conformed. Jesus didn't, and the religious authorities hated Him for it. </span></span><span style="color: #454545; font-family: inherit;">They wanted Him arrested and even that </span><span style="color: #454545;">wasn't</span><span style="color: #454545; font-family: inherit;"> enough for them. They wanted Him dead. They wanted him canceled. They thought they were successful too, but three days later they learned that He </span><span style="color: #454545;">couldn't be canceled! Society can try to cancel Truth, but Truth will prevail!</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #454545;"><span> Daniel was just like us. He was </span>living in Babylon but wasn't OF Babylon - we are in this world, but this world is not our home. He was a Hebrew and refused to blend in with the world, and even though the other Hebrew captives (besides Shadrach, Meschach, and Abednego) went with the flow, Daniel refused to. This made people mad, but he <span style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69);">refused</span> to give up his Hebrew identity and God blessed him for it. The king made Daniel a supervisor and had plans to put him in charge of the kingdom. He was faithful and there was no fault in him. This angered the other supervisors so much that they tried to get him canceled. They convinced the king to sign a decree that said no one could pray to any God or man except the king for thirty days or they would be thrown into the lions' den. But Daniel didn't care about being canceled. He refused to pray to anyone except God. The Bible says that as soon as Daniel heard about the decree, he went home, opened up his windows, got down on his knees, and began praying. He didn't care who saw him. He didn't care if it meant his death. He didn't care about being canceled. And j</span><span style="color: #454545;">ust like Jesus couldn't be canceled, neither could Daniel - he was delivered from the mouths' of the lions. What the enemy meant for evil, God meant it for good!</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #454545;"> We may be silenced in death, but the Word of God and our testimony will live on! I don't know about you, but I'd rather be canceled by this world, than be canceled by God. I'd rather be mocked, rejected, and persecuted because I stood up for what's right, than stand before the throne of God and hear, "I never knew you. Depart from me." I want to hear Him say, "Well done, my good and faithful servant.", but I have to be willing to deny myself first. I have to cancel that sinful nature. That's what cancel culture should be about - people who are tired of being separated from God and desire to be reconnected, people who are willing to die out to sin through repentance and take up their cross daily and follow Him. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #454545;"><span> So, I'm canceled. I am a new creature. Old things are passed away, all things are become new. This world is not my home. I don't fit in and I don't belong, but I was never meant to. I was meant to be a city on a hill that cannot be hid, a light in this dark world! I am not ashamed of who I am and Who I serve! I know Who I belong to and I refuse to conform or blend in to this world! </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/s500/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/w144-h144/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" width="144" /></a></p><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-60724278854409569682021-02-26T16:44:00.003-06:002021-04-09T15:17:49.284-05:00Loving Him<p><span> A few years ago, I found myself in such a dark place mentally and spiritually. I felt like a failure. I couldn't measure up to what and who I was supposed to be. I truly thought that my husband and children would be better off without me. I felt like I was more of a hindrance to my husband's ministry than a blessing. I also felt like I was doing everything wrong and "messing up" my children. I remember silently crying myself to sleep at night feeling so defeated, but I kept it all to myself. Not even my husband knew what I was battling inside my mind. </span></p><p><span><span> </span>The devil had filled my head with so many lies, and now when I look back, I can't believe I fell for them. I </span>didn't have a relationship with God. I never took the time to really pray and get to know Him. I prayed at church but not really at home. I had gone without a refilling and renewing of His Spirit for a long time. I was trying to be a good person without the help of the Holy Ghost and I couldn't do it. It was draining. </p><p><span><span> God was so patient with me and I am thankful for His grace and His mercy. He loved me so much, He </span> kept pursuing me. One night, I had a dream. In the dream, someone kept quoting a scripture to me and had me keep repeating it back. When I woke up, I hurried and looked up some of the words before I forgot them. It was Psalms 119:105. "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a </span>light unto my path." The Word of God began to bring light to the darkness I found myself in. I began writing down every lie the enemy had me believing and then writing down every scripture that went against those lies. When a lie would pop up in my mind, I would take out my scriptures and fight back.</p><p><span><span><span> </span> </span>The biggest lie I found myself believing was that I was unloved by God. I believed He loved everyone, just not me. I felt unworthy of His love. 1 John 4:19 says "We love him, because he first loved us." It's hard to love someone when you think he doesn't love you back. </span>When I started believing God loved me, my love for Him began to deepen, I began learning to love me, and my love for others also began to grow. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>In the vastness of God's creation, who am I? I'm a nobody, yet He loves me. And the Bible says that nothing can separate me from His love. That means that no matter what I have or haven't done, God still loves me. He still loves you. His love is unconditional; it has no requirements or stipulations. However, sin will separate us from Him. Yet He still loves us. In fact, He loved us so much that He put on flesh and died on the cross, so we could be reunited with Him. </p><p style="text-align: center;">"But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved;) And hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus." Ephesians 2:4-6</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>There is no greater love than that! God loves you, so stop exempting yourself from His love! Stop exempting yourself from His Word! If He said it, then you can start believing it!</p><p style="text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/s500/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/w144-h144/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" width="144" /></a></p><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-73456592806421967792021-02-19T16:01:00.002-06:002021-04-09T15:17:35.839-05:00Loving YOU<p> <span> In Matthew 22:35-39, a lawyer comes to Jesus and wants to know what is the greatest commandment. Jesus responds saying, "Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself." In this passage, Jesus gives us the order in which we are to love:</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>#1 Love God</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>#2 Love You</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>#3 Love Others</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There is nothing wrong with loving you. It's not selfish. Instead, it's a command given to us by God. First, He tells us that we should love Him with everything that is within us. Then, He tells us to love others as we love ourself. So, in order to effectively love others, we must love ourself. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> Loving ourself is natural. No one is born with a low self esteem. Babies don't care about what they are wearing or what others think of them. </span>Toddlers don't compare themselves to others or hate themselves. So what causes us to lose the innocence of self-love and self-worth? Why do we begin to lower the value that God has placed on us? From my own experience, I know of at least three self-love killers - guilt and shame, comparing yourself to others, and lies. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> Adam and Eve were so overcome with </span>guilt and shame, they tried hiding from God. When they ate the fruit from the tree God told them not to eat, their innocence was gone. They were always naked, but once they disobeyed God, they began to feel the shame that comes with nakedness. God forgave them and covered them up, but they still had to face the consequences and were kicked out of the Garden. Sin may feel good in the moment, but it always leaves behind a big mess. I bet that fruit tasted so juicy and sweet, but it cost Adam and Eve their relationship with God. Sin separates us from God, but when we repent, He forgives, and we are reunited. We no longer have to feel guilty or ashamed. If you have repented and you're still feeling guilty and ashamed, that is condemnation, and the Bible says that there is no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus! You are forgiven!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> Comparing ourselves to others is another self-love destroyer. I'm not as good looking, smart, talented, athletic, you fill in the blank, as so and so. Who are you trying to measure up to anyway? This world or God? Our tool of measurement is the Bible, not the things of this </span>world.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> Then there are the lies. Someone says </span>something about you that is untrue or maybe Satan tries to get you to believe something about God and yourself that is not true. Satan uses the same old tactics every time. He used them to trick 1/3 of the angels in Heaven, Adam and Eve, and now us. We have to recognize these lies and replace them with Truth. How do we find the Truth? The Word of God!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> In God's eyes, you are fearfully and wonderfully made, delighted in, valuable, more than a conqueror, chosen, worth fighting for, set free, a new creation, loved. He loves you with an everlasting love and nothing can separate you from that love! So love HIM in return! Love His creation! YOU are his creation! Love YOU! As a result, you will love others!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/s500/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/w144-h144/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" width="144" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-3715981904973905532021-02-05T09:24:00.029-06:002021-02-05T09:46:13.091-06:00New Year - New You<div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span> </span>Thirty-six days into the new year, and some of us have most likely already given up on our New Year’s Resolutions. Maybe you’ve cheated on that diet or skipped out on going to the gym. Maybe you forgot to read your Bible or didn’t have time to pray. And maybe, as a result, you can’t get back on track; so you’ve given up. Maybe you weren’t seeing the results quick enough. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="text-align: center;"><span> </span>Old habits are hard to break, and sometimes we may find ourselves gravitating right back to them. Why? Because it is human nature. It’s not comfortable saying no to ice-cream or having to exercise every night. It’s not comfortable making new friends when you are socially awkward or having to study every night in order to get good grades.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="text-align: center;"><span> </span>Let’s talk about our spiritual goals and resolutions now. It’s human nature to give up on those too. In Romans 7:15, Paul said, “<i>For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate, that do I.</i>” In verse 18, he states why he doesn’t do what he should be doing. “<i>For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwells no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not.</i>” It is in our human nature to satisfy the flesh. Our spirit may be willing but our flesh is weak.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="text-align: center;"><span> </span><span>That is why it is important to have the Holy Ghost and a relationship with God. He helps us do the things we cannot do on our own. If you are applying the Word of God to your life, you WILL see growth. However, do not become discouraged when you don’t see it right away. Transformation takes time. We can’t plant seeds and expect to see an apple tree the next day. Neither can we exercise and eat healthy for one day, and then wake up expecting to be skinny. Growth takes time; and just because you are not seeing results, doesn’t mean you are not growing. When we plant a seed in good soil and begin to fertilize and water it, we won’t automatically see a cucumber. In fact, we won’t see anything for a while; but growth is still happening. That seed is growing deep roots that will benefit the plant. When we are filled with the Holy Ghost and begin to pray and read the Word, we are growing. We are becoming rooted and grounded in Truth. We are building a foundation. We are becoming anchored and <span style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69);">unmovable. </span>We can’t see what is happening to the seed underground, but we know that eventually it will break surface and sprout up. </span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></span><span style="text-align: center;"><span> </span>When someone strenuously reaches their weight loss goal and becomes healthy, change has not just happened on the outside, but also on the inside. By the end of their transformation, they don’t just look good, but they’ve also learned so many tools to be able to keep the change. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="text-align: center;"><span> </span>After I was refilled with the Holy Ghost, I struggled with why I wasn’t all of a sudden the person I needed to be. I thought that when I woke up the next morning, all my “issues” would be gone. I thought I would automatically be free of my insecurities and my weaknesses. I thought I would look in the mirror and see the Anna God saw. I didn’t and it discouraged me. But little did I know, I WAS growing. I was becoming rooted and grounded in His Word. God was transforming me into the person He created me to be. I was learning the proper tools I needed to fight back against the enemy. I was learning how to defend myself against his lies. God’s strength was being made perfect in my weaknesses, and I was learning how to trust and depend on Him.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">2 Corinthians 12:9</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>“And he said unto me, my grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><span style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>So maybe you’ve missed a few days of Bible reading and prayer, maybe you’ve stumbled and messed up, maybe you’ve reverted back to old habits you thought you were delivered from; don’t be discouraged. Get back up. Repent and God will forgive you. Don’t allow Satan to bind you with condemnation. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Romans 8:1</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>“There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.”</i></span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span><span> </span>You CAN live for God! You CAN become the person He created you to be! You CAN be an overcomer! You CAN keep the change! So be encouraged! Do your part and God will do His, and before you know it, you will start producing fruit. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/s500/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/w144-h144/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" width="144" /></span></a></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-24100735828307730192021-01-29T10:57:00.019-06:002021-01-29T18:36:53.812-06:00Going Deeper<p> <span> In this day and age, there seems to be </span>a rise in the number of people claiming to be a Christian. In fact, The Center for the Study of Global Christianity at Gordon Conwell Theological Seminary reported that the number of Christians in the world edged past 2.5 billion in 2019. That is a lot of Christians! However, mixed up in this number, we find individuals who say they are committed to Jesus yet their lifestyles and their actions disagree.</p><p><span> These individuals are treading above the water. They're in the shallow waters, to afraid to go deeper. </span>To call yourself a Christian means to commit every area of your life to Jesus. It means going all in. It means submerging yourself - descending below the surface. It means going deeper.</p><p><span> But how do you go deeper? How do you get rid of the </span>floaties? How do you stop treading water and just dive in? How? You start seeking a relationship with God. </p><p><b>#1 Going Deeper in Prayer</b></p><p><b> </b>Prayer is how we communicate with God. Communication is essential in any relationship. Imagine if I only talked to my husband when I needed something, or if all I did was say his name over and over again. What if every time I talked to him I recited the same words? What if it was always about me and about what I needed? What if I only talked to him when others were around?</p><p><span> We want a relationship with God. We expect Him to be there for us. We expect Him to fulfill His part of the relationship, but many times we do little to nurture the relationship. Going deeper is more than saying a quick blessing over our food. It's more than the mental pleading we do right before a test. It's more than whispering a few words so we can check it off our to-do list. Going all in means altar building prayer. Prayer where we don't care if God ever answers a need again - we just want His </span>presence.</p><p><span> Quarantine wasn't too bad. We established some things. A lot of our homes became a House </span>of Prayer. We had prayer meetings. Families were united in prayer. We learned that we didn't need to wait until Sunday to enter into His presence - we could do it in our living room or bedroom. </p><p><b>#2 Going Deeper in God's Word</b></p><p><b> </b>The Bible is God's Word. The words inside were breathed from the very mouth of God. He speaks to us through the Bible. Here are some tips when reading the Bible that has helped me:</p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Read it regularly. Read it everyday. Don't just skim thru to check it off your Bible Reading Plan.</li><li>Think about what you read.</li><li>Write down any questions you may have so you can later ask someone who is grounded in Truth. </li><li>Look up any words you don't know the meaning of.</li><li>Ask God for understanding.</li><li>Memorize scriptures and passages.</li></ol><div style="text-align: center;">Psalms 119:11</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>"Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee."</i></p><p style="text-align: left;">This book is our sword. This is how we fight the enemy. But, how can we recognize the lies of the devil if we don't know the truth? How do we know the truth?</p><p style="text-align: center;">John 17:17</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><i>"Sanctify them through thy truth: thy Word is truth."</i></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span>The Bible is truth! That's why it is important to study God's Word and have it in our hearts.</span> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>7. Apply what you read in your life.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Read James 1:22-25. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;">Hearing and knowing the Word of God is essential, but it is useless if you don't apply it. James compares it to a man looking in a mirror and then forgetting what kind of man he was. Imagine you are having dinner with someone you really like or maybe it's an important business dinner. The dinner is going great and while waiting for dessert, you decide to go to the bathroom to freshen up. You go to the sink to wash your hands and as you look in the mirror, you notice a huge piece of spinach stuck in your teeth and ranch dressing on your chin. You are horrified! Your date saw you like this. You gave him/her a big cheesy smile as you got up! Your heart drops. Then you shrug, turn away from the mirror, and head back to the table.</p> Sounds ridiculous, right? But we do the same thing spiritually. We read the Bible and our eyes are opened. Disgusted, we see what a mess we are, but we shake our heads and close the Bible. Our spiritual appearance is forgotten. <br /><p style="text-align: left;">I was just like that person. Many times the preacher would preach and I would feel conviction. I would go to the altar and pray until I felt better and then continue on with life unchanged.</p><p style="text-align: left;"> On the outside, I looked like I had it all together, but on the inside, I was dry bones. I was barely treading water, to scared to go any deeper. I did not have a relationship with God. I had no prayer life. I only read my Bible to say I read it in a year. I am so thankful that God began to again deal with me. And this time, instead of walking away from the mirror, I decided to do something about what I saw. I grew tired of being surface level, so I dove in.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> I am always amazed when I think about how the Creator of the universe, the One who spoke this world into existence, the God who formed me with His own hands and then breathed His breath inside of me wants to have a relationship with me. Who am I? I'm just one insignificant person among 7.8 billion people, yet He still wants time with me. He wants time with you. He wants to have a relationship with you and I hope this </span>encourages you to go deeper.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/s500/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UMl6gfuHINFZxxQUl3a3fPlX0JM36wTN_AzCv5GaWGLU3Y2mxxDh9jt4YvDkAAClj2OQEsnunCSCtZn1r9xQitq-rK1aA8KzUunctwBTeOjwGW1fN2PBBE606VErZ-DJgHUR00WfplbG/w144-h144/9642E384-AB66-433E-87F5-76DB5E89CBC5.png" width="144" /></a></p><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-76400710015080068442021-01-22T10:54:00.000-06:002021-01-22T10:54:14.025-06:00I Am Not Enough<span> I was looking through an old notebook and found this entry dated August 15, 2019. It is still relevant to me today, so I thought I'd share and also add a few thoughts to it. Here goes...</span><div><span> I am <b>not </b>enough. I'm not enough as a mother. I'm not enough as a wife. I'm not enough as a friend. </span>Substitute any word in the blank and still I am not enough. I've realized that I cannot be the person God created me to be on my own. I am not enough. I need and I must have God at the center of it all. When I try to be the mom, wife, daughter, and person I need to be on my own, I fail. </div><div> On my own, without a relationship with Christ, I fail. I never measure up. I make a mess of things. I blow up over something petty. I make the situation worse. But with God at the focus, I can do <b>all </b>things.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Philippians 4:13</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">How can I do all things? Through Christ. </div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Romans 8:37</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us."</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span> </span><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am more than a conqueror, how? Through God.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span> Galations 6:3</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><i>"For if a man think himself to be something, when he is nothing, he deceiveth himself."</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><i> </i>I refuse to embrace the lie that I am okay the way that I am! I am not. I fell for that lie before and it left me sitting comfortable and complacent on a church pew. I was lukewarm, shallow, to afraid to go deeper. That is not happening again. That is why it is important to have a </span>relationship with God. I can communicate with Him through prayer and even hear His voice audibly and through His Word. If I take the time to pray, read the Bible, establish a relationship with Him, and ask Him for help and strength, He will help me be the person I need to be. His Word says it, and I believe it! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> I am a work in progress. I'm still being refined, molded, and shaped into the person God created me to be. And if I want to become that person, I need to remember that I am not enough.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4P2-EVAcQWoA9Q9CagFAnVT3c9IW_T5bYvR0nGaz3VcMYY7dCwNb_pmkaQTgUAiGCNXwmyOg1qVPUHvg9gp7dikTRty3k9YMx45cNueSM8u0GSeVbul4hsvJYHP7YBCJQC-t72qXdMtSP/s500/69DCA654-4E19-46BD-977D-902AB83840BB.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4P2-EVAcQWoA9Q9CagFAnVT3c9IW_T5bYvR0nGaz3VcMYY7dCwNb_pmkaQTgUAiGCNXwmyOg1qVPUHvg9gp7dikTRty3k9YMx45cNueSM8u0GSeVbul4hsvJYHP7YBCJQC-t72qXdMtSP/w120-h120/69DCA654-4E19-46BD-977D-902AB83840BB.PNG" width="120" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-66174992377294616812021-01-15T15:42:00.002-06:002021-01-15T15:45:37.834-06:00Called and Equipped<span> <span> In chapter 4 of the book of Judges we find that a</span>gain a Judge dies and the children of Israel go back to doing evil in the sight of God. The Bible says that everyone did what was right in their own eyes. So God gives them into the hand of King Jabin - the King of Canaan. Sisera was captain of the Canaanite army. He had 900 chariots of iron and op<span>pressed the children of Israel for 20 years. For 20 years they were governed in an unfair and cruel way and prevented from having opportunities and freedom. </span></span><div><span><span><span> </span>Finally they began to cry to God for help. They wanted to be delivered, so God sent a woman named Deborah. Deborah was a wife, a prophetess, and the only recorded female Judge in Israel. The Bible says that the children of Israel would come to her for judgement as she sat under the palm tree. God tells Deborah to tell an Israelite man named Barak to take 10,000 men and go deal with Sisera and his army. Barak tells her that he will only go if she goes with him. Deborah, in my own words, responds: "Fine, but know this, because you couldn't man up and go without me, the honor will not be yours. God will deliver Sisera into the hands of a woman." A woman would get the honor instead of him. Barak no doubt thought </span></span>Deborah would be that woman. So Barak, Deborah, and the 10,000 men go into battle with Sisera and his army. Sisera begins to realize that his army is being killed off, so he cowardly escapes and runs away. He ends up at the tent of Jael - someone he THOUGHT<b> </b>was one of his allies.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Jael was the wife of a man named Heber. Heber was an ally of Sisera and the King of Canaan. Little did Sisera know, Jael was NOT his ally. The Bible tells us that Jael goes out to meet Sisera and invites him into her tent. Sisera believed that her tent would be a safe hiding place. He asked her for water, she gave him milk and a warm blanket. He asks her to guard the door as he sleeps, but instead, as he sleeps, she takes a tent peg and hammers it into his temple, fastening him to the floor. Meanwhile, Barak comes looking for Sisera and she take<span style="font-family: inherit;">s him to see that Sisera is dead. </span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Judges chapter 5 ends in a song written by Deborah. In verse 31, she </span>proclaims:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><i>"</i></span></span><i>So let all thine enemies perish, O Lord: but let them that love him be as the sun when he goeth forth in his might. And the land had rest forty years." </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>Two WOMEN were instrumental in bringing 40 years of peace to Israel!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span> Three things happened in Judges 4 that was unorthodox - they went against what was usual, traditional, or accepted during that time.</span></div><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><b>Barak's insistence that Deborah come to battle with him.</b> Women were considered second class citizens and incapable of many things compared to men.</li><li><b>Jael killed an experienced Army General.</b> Woman were not trained in combat!</li><li><b>Jael wasn't even an Israelite. </b>She was a Kenite and her husband was an ally of the enemy.</li></ol></div><div><span> </span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">1 Corinthians 1:27</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty;"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i> God tends to bypass the people that man would think are the most qualified and instead uses the people who are overlooked. No one would have imagined that two women would bring peace to Israel. Look at David - his own father overlooked him! When Samuel asks Jesse to gather all of his sons, he leaves poor David out with the sheep. No one thought he could possibly be the next king or even defeat a giant. Then there's Gideon. An angel appears to him and calls him a mighty man of valor. Gideon himself says that he is a nobody. His family is poor and he is the least in his father's house. Yet God did not see what Gideon saw. Instead, He saw what Gideon would become - a man of valor. One thing you can be sure of - if God calls you, He will equip you!</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Philippians 1:6</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:"</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>Your imperfections and disadvantages do not disqualify you from doing something great for God. Rather, it makes you a perfect candidate for Him to show His glory through you. It is in these imperfections and disadvantages that we learn how to trust and depend on God.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span>What can we learn from Deborah? Trust in God's Word. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span>Deborah trusted in the Word of God. She understood that God alone was able to do what He said He was going to do. When God told her that they would defeat the Canaanite army, she believed he would! Even though the men around her were not responding with courage, she still believed God would deliver them! God's Word is true!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> What can we </span>learn from Jael? Act on the opportunities that God puts in front of you. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span>Jael's action did not make sense to her in that moment. To take a refugee into her tent, show him hospitality, make him feel safe, and then kill him? What's important is that when </span>the time came to make the decision, she didn't hesitate. Soon Sisera would awaken, so she took the opportunity to do what God was asking her to do. She had to ignore all of the fear and the what-ifs. When the Holy Ghost prompts us to act, we usually don't have long to think. If God is telling you to go pray with someone, then go. You don't have time to argue with God about why you aren't the best choice. Opportunities pass by quickly. That is why we need to decide in our hearts NOW, so that when the time comes we will say yes to God.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> If God has called you, He will equip you! Just say YES and let Him do the rest!</span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut31oMEgQ8N_-U-5l-YwLc_2jx5we4aoM_FEuf5TqXK4OIoCLZiMfDsjJneXf7f-C_pjXebGnw5hkaI2rCKu4faOx4rfe9yPX7z192ljX8NC8_RtX7qCjvueis1w0T7rjLRUSn3qo9CWC/s500/69DCA654-4E19-46BD-977D-902AB83840BB.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="127" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut31oMEgQ8N_-U-5l-YwLc_2jx5we4aoM_FEuf5TqXK4OIoCLZiMfDsjJneXf7f-C_pjXebGnw5hkaI2rCKu4faOx4rfe9yPX7z192ljX8NC8_RtX7qCjvueis1w0T7rjLRUSn3qo9CWC/w127-h127/69DCA654-4E19-46BD-977D-902AB83840BB.PNG" width="127" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-39367586428792126572021-01-08T15:27:00.002-06:002021-04-09T15:16:30.926-05:00My Testimony<p><span> </span>I can't believe it has been seven years since I last blogged! I created this blog in 2008 and from my very first post all the way to my last post in 2013 I've updated on my marriage, the birth and growth of my babies, lessons I learned dealing with my brother's death, and so on. However, this time around I'd like to write more about my spiritual journey, my growth, the lessons I've learned and am still learning. I hope to edify, encourage, inspire, and strengthen. I hope to give you a glimpse of my heart as I share with you my journey in becoming the person God sees me to be. That being said, I'd like to share my testimony with you. </p><p><span> I was basically raised in the church. I was seven years old when my parents were filled with the Holy Ghost and I received the Holy Ghost a year or two later. I loved the church and had no desire to leave the safety of it. Satan knew he would never get me to backslide; he would never get me to explore the world. I had seen the results of that lifestyle through my brother and sister and I wanted no part of it. I was comfortable where I was. So instead, he began working with my mind, feeding me lies, planting seeds of doubt. He had me chained so tight and I didn't even know it. </span></p><p><span> </span>A few years ago, God began opening my eyes and I realized the enemy had me bound. When I looked in the mirror, I saw my weaknesses, my failures, the areas I was lacking in. But how was I to overcome these things when I didn't even have a prayer life? I didn't have a relationship with God. So I began to talk with Him. I set up a certain time each day to pray and to study the Bible. Before, I read only to check it off my daily reading plan. I was actually refilled with the Holy Ghost in my bedroom during one of these prayer times, but doubt crept in and I began to question if it was the real deal. God opened my eyes to my doubt and fear and I began searching the Word of God for scriptures that were against every lie, every doubt, and every fear from the enemy. Jesus fought Satan with the Word when he was tempted in the wilderness, so that is what I began to do. When he told me I wasn't loved by God, that God loved everyone but me, that I was unworthy of God's love, I fought back with scriptures like Romans 8:38-39. <i>"For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature shall be able to separate me from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."</i> Before, I was placing limits on God's love. My insecurities were exempting me from the power of God's Word. </p><p><span> <span> On August 19th of 2016, God </span></span>refilled me with the Holy Ghost! We were at an anniversary service and Bro. Odom was preaching. He said that if someone would jump up, throw his/her hands up and cry "Jesus, thou Son of David, have mercy on me!" that God would stop what He was doing and answer. I wanted to so bad but pride and fear of what others would say or think stopped me. I stood up only after others did. During altar call, another minister pleaded and begged for someone to not quench the Spirit and to not leave without getting what they needed from God. I knew that I would be delivered if I would just make the move, but I was stuck in fear. However, I decided to push past the fear and I am so glad I did! God refilled and renewed me that night and that Sunday I was baptized again - old things passing away and all things becoming new!</p><p><span> The Anna I saw every time I looked in the mirror spiritually is no more. I am a new creature, ready to be the woman God sees me as, ready to be who God created me to be, and ready to fulfill the potential He sees in me. I am still a work in progress. God is still working on me, making me into the person He called me to be. And yes, sometimes those old </span>insecurities rise up and I know they always will, but this time I have the proper tools I need to fight back!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbEh1zwY0ShhxtCvnk6Q_O4Z09r6Y11e_9F8xV0yxUJHcQafJv-bYzBSAjRBDkF0BW-fYq71tNuABikotyp0z3ALZaTGsfXcpR0Tj05F7h8NoF1ZAd-5y5vFAyVvO1Wqw20tDWskr6_wq/s500/69DCA654-4E19-46BD-977D-902AB83840BB.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbEh1zwY0ShhxtCvnk6Q_O4Z09r6Y11e_9F8xV0yxUJHcQafJv-bYzBSAjRBDkF0BW-fYq71tNuABikotyp0z3ALZaTGsfXcpR0Tj05F7h8NoF1ZAd-5y5vFAyVvO1Wqw20tDWskr6_wq/w96-h96/69DCA654-4E19-46BD-977D-902AB83840BB.PNG" width="96" /></a></div><p></p><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-8911740889513709182013-12-23T11:49:00.001-06:002013-12-23T11:52:14.065-06:009 months and birthday fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So Dylan and Adalyn both had a MD checkup this month - a 4 year and a 9 month. Poor Dylan had to get 4 shots! 😢 He turned 4 on December 1st and next school year he will be going to preschool! One of those happy but sad moments. I am happy my little boy is growing up but it's happening way to fast! I love listening to him and his daddy read at night. He has the whole Dr. Seuss ABC book memorized! 😄 I also love watching him play and interact with his sissy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Addy is 17lbs now and is pulling up on everything. I definitely think she will be walking soon! She says dada baba bye bye and bubba. I occasionally hear mama but it's rare. Which is crazy since she always wants me! 😜</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here are some pics of Dylan's birthday, birthday party, and live nativity. Also a pic from Thanksgiving when Dylan finally rode Pawpaw Al's Harley. And of course baby girl at 9 months!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEUu_x8jM7ZH9G3JnzmkZKiGDYWYzUqnilZcsuOV3bEjTbximbAxc0CmkSWVsXRNUPuijVWkMMRkjThT1O6ozNvAsu4xqA3yYKCY_jiq5vuUncRN6pYqQse8fCcMmrB8TgYCEpJMIc6WU/s640/blogger-image--870143755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEUu_x8jM7ZH9G3JnzmkZKiGDYWYzUqnilZcsuOV3bEjTbximbAxc0CmkSWVsXRNUPuijVWkMMRkjThT1O6ozNvAsu4xqA3yYKCY_jiq5vuUncRN6pYqQse8fCcMmrB8TgYCEpJMIc6WU/s640/blogger-image--870143755.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEUu_x8jM7ZH9G3JnzmkZKiGDYWYzUqnilZcsuOV3bEjTbximbAxc0CmkSWVsXRNUPuijVWkMMRkjThT1O6ozNvAsu4xqA3yYKCY_jiq5vuUncRN6pYqQse8fCcMmrB8TgYCEpJMIc6WU/s640/blogger-image--870143755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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<br />So Addy turned 7 months on October 18th and will soon be 8 months! She is getting soooo big. She weighs 14lbs now and is super active! She never stays still!</div>
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For Halloween we had a Fall Fest at the church for all the kids. Dylan insisted on being a lion and Addy was a kitty! I love my lil' felines!</div>
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Addy was dedicated to the Lord this Sunday past. November 3, 2013. Kevin and I made a commitment before the Lord to submit her to His will and to raise her according to His Word and His ways.</div>
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We went to the Insectarium on Tuesday. I didn't think it was going to be all that great but it was pretty fun! My favorite was the Butterfly Garden!
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Dylan is growing up way to fast too. In a month he will be 4! He is an awesome big brother. Always playing with his babygirl/sissy/Addy. Next school year he will be in preschool. Happy but sad . . . I started working on him with writing his ABCs and he is doing awesome!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-72037351248583216322013-09-11T16:28:00.001-05:002013-09-11T16:28:19.534-05:0011 year anniversaryToday is the 12 year anniversary of the September 11th attacks. It is a date that will forever be etched in the mind of every American. Many lost their lives on that fateful day. <div><br><div>Today is also the 11 year anniversary of my brother's death. Yes, it still feels like yesterday that he was taken away from us but time has a way of lessoning the pain. He is gone but his memory lives on. I only hope his death was not in vain. It saddens me when I see family and friends continue to live that lifestyle. I am almost positive that if Lance was alive today he would not be in prison or a rehab or bound by drugs, alcohol, and gangs. He would be with his 2 sons living for God. All of you who think you knew Lance may laugh and think oh yeah right but you weren't there the last few weeks of his life. He spent a few nights at our house. We swam, hung out, had fun that didn't involve getting wasted and not remembering what happened the next morning. He came to church with us too. </div><div><br></div><div>I've always looked up to my brother. I wasn't proud of the things drugs made him do and never had a desire to do them but he was my big brother and I thought the world of him. I hated his lifestyle. I hated seeing him almost die because of the drugs he'd taken. I hated when I couldn't see him because he was locked away. But I loved him. I prayed every night for my brother. I wanted him to live for God and not to be bound by the lifestyle he was living. </div><div><br></div><div>One night before he died he actually came to the altar to pray on his own. Nobody asked him to, he just went. I went pray with him and watched the tears streaming down his face. A few days later he was dead. Sometimes I get so mad and think how unfair life is. Just when he was beginning to make a change in his life he got taken away. But I know God has a plan in everything even though I don't understand it. </div></div><div><br></div><div>So if you are reading this and you were a "friend" or family of Lance, don't let his death be in vain. He was trying to change. You can change too. </div><div><br></div><div><b>Want to read my other posts about Lance?</b></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">http://www.theessenceofwhoiam.blogspot.com/2012/02/essay-i-wrote-in-highschool.html</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">http://www.theessenceofwhoiam.blogspot.com/2011/09/forgiveness.html</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">http://www.theessenceofwhoiam.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-on-my-mind-today.html</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">http://www.theessenceofwhoiam.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-lance.html</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">http://www.theessenceofwhoiam.blogspot.com/2010/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">http://www.theessenceofwhoiam.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-thought.html</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-39974008576936446922013-08-21T13:46:00.001-05:002013-08-21T13:46:23.842-05:005 months<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">
Addy made 5 months on the 18th. I am a month behind :( Last month she had a check-up and weighed in at 12lbs! She is rolling over like crazy too. I had her on the living room rug, walked out for a second and when I came back in she was across the room! My little holy roller! lol</div>
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Her and Dylan got into their first little fight too. It was funny. She was playing in her bouncer and he kept aggravating her. She pulled her toy back and it hit him in the head. He came and told on her and when he went back he hit her (I'm assuming lightly since she didn't cry) and said "Now take that!". Kevin and I couldn't help but laugh. He loves his sister though. "Put baby girl by me" is what he always says.</div>
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Addy turned 3 months June 18th. Don't know how much she weights yet until her 4 month check-up. She finally has started smiling and making fun noises! (as I type this she is sitting on my lap cooing away!) And she has already rolled over onto her belly! She is growing way too fast!</div>
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Adalyn turned 2 months on the 18th! At her 2 month check-up she weighed 10lbs 14oz. She's growing sooo fast! Everybody is telling me she looks just like me. We have a mini Kevin and now a mini me! lol </div>
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Dylan loves his little sister! He has to be sitting right there to watch when she needs a diaper changed (he will stop whatever he is doing) and he is always peeking in her bassinet to give her kisses. He wasn't too happy when she was first born but once we were home he adjusted well to being the big brother!<br />
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Here are some pictures from the Holidays. We had a wonderful Christmas and New Year and we're looking forward to what 2013 will bring us!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And even put his trash in the trash bag! Neat freak like mommy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy was having way too much fun!</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340029159791011054.post-27696941045014906542012-12-01T16:09:00.001-06:002012-12-01T16:09:13.179-06:00A letter to the birthday boy<div style="text-align: center;">
Three years ago God blessed mommy and daddy with a gift. It didn't come wrapped in pretty paper or with a shiny bow on top. Instead it was intricately created. Each and every part serving a purpose. A gift designed to shine. A gift designed with a purpose. A gift designed to serve God first but then to bring joy and happiness to mommy and daddy.</div>
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God blessed us with you.<br />
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You are a true blessing and each and every day mommy and daddy thanks God that He saw fit to bless us with you. We pray you grow up to fulfil the purpose and plan that God has for you. You can do all things through Christ . . . <br />
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Happy 3rd Birthday! We love you!<br />
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Love,</div>
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Mommy and Daddy<br />
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