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I thought I would write a quick little bloggy blog here to let all my wonderful mychurch friends know that I am alive. It is true....I do still exist in this world. I haven't been getting on here much of late. I have been a little convicted that I spend a little too much time on the computer. I am not really on here as much as some would think that I am...but it is enough to keep me from being the Godly wife, mother and all around person that I should be.
You know, in the Disney version of "Alice in Wonderland", there is a line that she sings that goes something like: "I give very good advice...but I seldom ever follow it". This tends to be me sometimes. I need to take some time to unpack my junk and get on my face before God. My lack of time before my Lord is showing in my home, my marriage and my life.
If you have ever wondered why there is clutter in your home...or you never have time to get things done in your day, take a little time to survey your closet or your luggage. Maybe you need to unpack your junk. It will no doubt show in other areas of your life. I tend to hold my TRUE feelings inside. I think I can handle it all...I don't "really" want to share it with the world. But guess what? It is already being shared when you see me. Look at my eyes, look at my appearance. Come inside my home. See the clutter. Check out my crazy calendar that I don't keep. Notice the appointments that I miss.
Okay....I think you get the gist of what I am trying to convey here. Just being real and just being honest about what's going on. I love you all. I will check in. I can't stay completely away...I am, after-all...a Social Butterfly!  So....don't give up on me and don't forget about me. 
Thanks for reading!
Have a blessed day!
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Probably one of my favorite lines from The Wizard of Oz. Why? Well, I equate it to friendships. How they come and go...just like the ebb and flow of the ocean's tide. Lately I have learned a lot about friendships verses acquaintances. What are they and more importantly...what are the differences.
Let's go to Webster:
Friend: a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard; esteem. (worth, value)
Acquaintance: a person known to one, but usually not a close friend.
Hmmm, now let's take it just a little further...shall we?
Personal regard...what does that mean, exactly? It's like saying you have a personal concern for them. A fond attachment. Where in the case of Acquaintance...you just "know" them.
I'm the kind of person who "gets involved". LOL It's my personality. I have a huge heart and I reach out to others. I am a compassionate soul. When you are a person such as this...you tend to get hurt pretty easily. It's kinda of your lot in life. It has to be expected. Some day...you are going get hurt. It's okay, really...I have had many a person come and go in my life. There is that poem or saying that goes:
Reason, Season or Lifetime.
I won't repeat it here...but it talks about how people come into your life for a Reason, a Season or a Lifetime. You have to be prepared in your heart for whatever the case may be. I sometimes have a hard time with this. I want everyone to stay! LOL I love people. But....some leave. Sometimes I don't even really know why. They just do. If only we could all just be that proverbial fly on the wall...then we could all have the answers. :) Then...there are the times that I have to leave. I realize that I have done all I can do and I have to just step down...or step away. That is probably harder than anything else.
In all of this rambling...I think the hardest part to talk about is that I have not been the best friend to some that I should have been. I get self consumed. It happens....it really does. You fall to temptations of talking, gossiping...the drama. Most of the time the drama just happens all on it's own. It doesn't need a catalyst... and sometimes you don't even really realize what you are doing. You are carrying on harmless conversations and things just come out. We are ALL guilty of it. ( we all fall short of the Glory of God) Then..there is that ugly one called satan. He knows your weaknesses....he will draw on every single one of them. I haven't had my eyes wide open of late to that.
I'm sorry. I repent before you all.
So...I endeavor to be a better person.
It's all I can do. Strive to be the woman that God has called me to be. I wasn't put on this Earth to please anyone else but HIM.
Thanks for reading.
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DIRECTIONS TO OUR FATHER'S HOUSE.
Make a Right onto Believeth Blvd.
Keep straight and go through the Green Light, which is Jesus Christ.
There, you must turn onto the Bridge of Faith , which is over troubled water.
When you get off the bridge, make a Right turn and Keep Straight.
You are on the King's Highway - Heaven-bound.
Keep going for three miles: One for the Father, One for the Son, and One for the Holy Ghost.
Then exit off onto Grace Blvd.
From there, make a Right turn on Gospel Lane
Keep Straight and then make another Right on Prayer Road
As you go on your way, Yield Not to the traffic on Temptation Ave.
Also, avoid SIN STREET because it is a DEAD END.
Pass up Envy Drive and Hate Avenue
Also, pass Hypocrisy Street, Gossiping Lane , and Backbiting Blvd.
However, you have to go down Long-suffering Lane , Persecution Blvd. and Trials and Tribulations Ave.
But that's all right, because VICTORY Street is straight ahead!
AMEN!!!!!
I wanted to give these directions to all my friends here to make sure nobody got lost!
Life is God's gift to you.
The way you live it............is your gift to God
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The Silent generation,
people born before 1946.
The Baby Boomers, people born between 1946 and 1959.
Generation X, people born between 1960 and 1979.
Generation Y, people born between 1980 and 1995 .
Why do we call the last one Generation Y?
I did not know, but a caricaturist explains it eloquently below... I learned something new!
Scroll down to see....
Now I know that not ALL of the generation Y's sag their pants...but I thought this was just too cute not to post!
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This is rather lengthy, but I want you to read it! Please take the time...I will probably not comment back if you leave any comments to it. It pretty much speaks for itself and I take no credit for it....just leave your thoughts. My own thoughts to this are just wrapped up in tears right now. I have a feeling yours will be too.
Have a blessed day church. :)
HAIRBRUSH EXPERIENCE OF BETH MOORE AT THE AIRPORT
For those of you who do not know Beth Moore, she is an outstanding Bible
teacher, writer of Bible studies, and is a married mother of two daughters.
This is one of her experiences:
April 20, 2005, at the Airport in Knoxville, waiting to board the plane, I
had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had
a marvelous morning with the Lord. I say this because I want to tell you it
is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you.
You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise.
Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons not the least of
which is your ego.
I tried to keep from staring, but he was such a strange sight. Humped over
in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes that obviously
fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees protruded from
his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his
shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones.
The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy, gray hair hung
well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were
long, clean but strangely out of place on an old man.
I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face.
As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself
wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered that
he was dead. So this man in the airport... An impersonator maybe? Was a
camera on us somewhere? There I sat; trying to concentrate on the Word to
keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served up on a
wheelchair only a few seats from me. All the while, my heart was growing
more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him.
Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and
suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man.
I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall. I've
learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to
my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen. And it may be
embarrassing.
I immediately began to resist because I could feel God working on my spirit
and I started arguing with God in my mind. 'Oh, no, God, please, no.' I
looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven
and said, 'Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now.
Please. I'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get
up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please,
Lord!'
There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, 'Please don't make
me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane.' Then I heard
it....'I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair.'
The words were so clear, my heart leap into my throat, and my thoughts spun
like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No-brainier. I
looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, 'God, as I live and
breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this
Lord. I'm your girl! You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in
your life. What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not
redeemed? I am going to witness to this man.'
Again as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write
this statement across the wall of my mind. 'That is not what I said, Beth.
I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair.'
I looked up at God and quipped, 'I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my
suitcase on the plane. How am I supposed to brush his hair without a
hairbrush?' God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk
toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: 'I will thoroughly
furnish you unto all good works.' (2 Timothy 3:17)
I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I
retell this story, my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies. I
knelt down in front of the man and asked as demurely as possible, 'Sir, may
I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?'
He looked back at me and said, 'What did you say?'
'May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?'
To which he responded in volume ten, 'Little lady, if you expect me to hear
you, you're going to have to talk louder than that.'
At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, 'SIR, MAY I HAVE THE
PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?' At which point every eye in the place
darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar
than old Mr. Long Locks. Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat,
I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, 'If
you really want to.'
Are you kidding? Of course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested
in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I
could utter the words, 'Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little
problem. I don't have a hairbrush.'
'I have one in my bag,' he responded.
I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and
knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on, hardly believing what I was
doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair. It was
perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things
well, but must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair
mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in
such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands,
remembering to take my time not to pull. A miraculous thing happened to me
as I started brushing that old man's hair. Everybody else in the room
disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man
and me. I brushed and I brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of
that hair. I know this sounds so strange, but I've never felt that kind of
love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I -
for that few minutes - felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had
overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making
Himself at home for a short while.
The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's.
His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's.
I slipped the brush back in the bag and went around the chair to face him.
I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knee and said, 'Sir, do you
know my Jesus?'
He said, 'Yes, I do'
Well, that figures, I thought.
He explained, 'I've known Him since I married my bride. She wouldn't marry
me until I got to know the Savior.' He said, 'You see, the problem is, I
haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's
been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself, what a
mess I must be for my bride.'
Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when
we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was
one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only
He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it.
Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply
ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have
accompanied him on that aircraft.
I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the airline
hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She
said, 'That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why did you do that?
What made you do that?'
I said, 'Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!'
And we got to share.
I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted,
you're hungry, you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move on
but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or
feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of
temptation. Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed. He sees you as
an individual. Tell Him your need!
I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many
opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way .. all because I
didn't want people to think I was strange. God didn't send me to that old
man. He sent that old man to me.
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