tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642543572805395102024-03-13T15:51:48.546-05:00HomewardA brief earthly course is but the beginning of an endless existence.
~ J.R.MillerVickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comBlogger706125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-64140799399951310022021-01-23T07:54:00.001-06:002021-01-23T08:07:17.251-06:00A Book to Ponder During Lent<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.christianbook.com/the-life-and-teaching-jesus-christ/james-stewart/9780687092499/pd/092499" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="248" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qKhszaC7a8/YAwmfDr940I/AAAAAAAAEp4/uZKo8i2246k8md92RnvL9yzmQsAbp6SSgCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/The%2BLife%2B%2526%2BTeaching%2Bof%2BJesus%2BChrist.jpg" /></a></div>If you're looking for a book on Jesus Christ to read during Lent, I highly recommend <i>The Life & Teaching of Jesus Christ </i>by James S. Stewart. I came across Stewart's book when I was looking for such a one to read during Advent. I found his writing to be engaging, scholarly, and filled with personal passion for knowing his beloved Savior. <p></p><p>Several years ago I had determined to know more about my Redeemer and so began to study Him in more depth in the Scriptures as well as through the insights and study of authors who have a supreme regard for Him. Stewart's book was a slow but delightful read in this regard. Slow because his insights drew me to ponder and consider Jesus Christ in ways I had not previously. I needed to savor the narrative.</p><p>James S. Stewart was a Scottish preacher, born in Dundee in 1896 and was viewed by some as the greatest preacher of the twentieth century. He was also Chair of New Testament Language, Literature, and Theology at New College, Edinburgh University and chaplain to King George V and later to Queen Elizabeth. He died in 1990. </p><p>As one biographical author has <a href="https://www.preaching.com/articles/past-masters/james-s-stewart/" target="_blank">commented</a>, "In summary, Stewart fused scholarship and evangelism in a style and delivery that was bold, stirring, positive, lyrical, joyous and often exhilarating." I haven't heard Stewart preach, but I found this to be true in his writing of <i>The Life & Teaching of Jesus Christ.</i></p>Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-34869522031624060442021-01-19T20:42:00.000-06:002021-01-22T16:54:01.152-06:00Finding Jesus<p>I had heard about Nabeel Qureshi's book <i>Seeking Allah, Finding Jesus</i> shortly after his death in 2017. People were talking about how untimely his death seemed to be because his testimony of coming to faith in Jesus Christ was so remarkable and was a lamp out of Islam for fellow Muslims. We received the book as a gift, and so I recently pulled it off the shelf to read after the new year. It's a book from the heart and pen of this former devout Muslim who sought to verify his faith in Islam, yet found his faith in Christianity. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weP2JUdJ-Co/YAeV7dvx63I/AAAAAAAAEpc/sMMIYjP0tR8hhE43_Qs9Xg7hzvVScYmVACNcBGAsYHQ/s398/seeking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="260" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weP2JUdJ-Co/YAeV7dvx63I/AAAAAAAAEpc/sMMIYjP0tR8hhE43_Qs9Xg7hzvVScYmVACNcBGAsYHQ/s320/seeking.jpg" /></a></div><br />The book begins as Nabeel describes his upbringing in the Islam faith as one of devoted familial love as well as love and care for others in their faith, particularly those in their local mosque. I found this section of the book quite helpful as it gave me an understanding of the Muslim mindset. <p></p><p>As Nabeel continues to tell his story, we're introduced to a Christian classmate, David Wood, who became Nabeel's college friend--a friendship that lasted throughout the remainder of Nabeel's short life. God used this relationship as the vehicle to challenge Qureshi's thinking about Islam and Christianity. Because Nabeel was a truth seeker, he sought answers for the questions David was asking. In his search he found the undeniable truth about Muhammed the prophet and the undeniable truth about Jesus the Christ. To embrace Jesus, however, meant to be disowned by his family and Muslim community, a difficult choice that Qureshi wrestled with for many months. </p><p>The book impacted me in a couple of ways. First, as I mentioned, it gave me an understanding of how a Muslim thinks about Muhammed and Allah. Another was understanding that God sometimes speaks to them through visions and dreams to draw them to Himself, which seems to be different than how He draws the Western heart and mind. </p><p>A further aspect of the book is that his friend David was God's agent for reaching into the heart and mind of Nabeel Qureshi for the sake of his soul. We never know when God wants to work through us for the sake of another. Nabeel died from stomach cancer when he was 34, about the same age as Jesus at His death. While God allowed death to take Nabeel, his writing about his encounter with Christianity continues to lead other Muslims to Jesus Christ and saving faith. To God be the glory.</p>Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-88940864933980838742021-01-15T21:21:00.005-06:002023-07-08T20:35:54.873-05:00Caring for the Weak and Vulnerable<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://pixabay.com/photos/cemetery-tombstone-grave-graveyard-4653166/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OACh9jNrM4M/YAIdATAwpxI/AAAAAAAAEpM/-HOhS4dYuDwfpoW2bfUqyDZRk_Fk1LWPgCNcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/cemetery.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />I learned today of a friend's death from complications of COVID. It is indiscriminate in its victims. It does most of its damage to the vulnerable and ravages the weak. Even those who feel invincible can find themselves in its grip. It has made us more cautious. More aware of our frailties. More aware of our mortality. Most have realized its potential and altered their ways accordingly. <p>Most of us will make it through to the other side of this pandemic. Many have not. As of today, two million globally have not. For their families, we weep. For Kathi's family, I weep.</p><p style="text-align: center;">We urge you, brethren, </p><p style="text-align: center;">admonish the unruly, </p><p style="text-align: center;">encourage the fainthearted, </p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>HELP THE WEAK,</i></p><p style="text-align: center;">be patient with everyone.</p><p style="text-align: center;">- 1 Thessalonians 5:14 -</p><p><br /></p>Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-30108752711777502982021-01-10T15:37:00.000-06:002021-01-10T15:37:07.457-06:00Peace of Mind<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://pixabay.com/photos/rocks-mountain-range-highlands-top-801742/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="510" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhTDQVww1UA/X_tcr68wUhI/AAAAAAAAEo0/4jm_JLVoOi0QrmVMzxBpRtZfgu_RLvLJgCNcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/rock.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> <span style="font-size: medium;">As we were reminded this morning by one of our pastors:</span></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span>You keep him in perfect peace </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">whose mind is stayed on you,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">because he trusts in you.</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span class="ln-group" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Trust in the</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span class="divine-name" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-transform: uppercase;">LORD</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">forever,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">for the</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span class="divine-name" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-transform: uppercase;">LORD</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span class="divine-name" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-transform: uppercase;">GOD</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> is an everlasting rock.</span></div></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="indent" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; margin-left: 35px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Isaiah 26:3-4</span></span></p>Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-27584720408956447782020-12-31T15:28:00.010-06:002021-01-01T08:37:04.387-06:00Almost Over<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://pixabay.com/illustrations/background-2020-christmas-bokeh-4646997/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1280" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6EBkEWI0oWw/X-4-cZbuXAI/AAAAAAAAEoM/V_YAdgi69M82jMnNOvwLOlRM3dOYjJmpwCNcBGAsYHQ/w200-h200/2020%2Bgraphic.webp" width="200" /></a></div>The calendar says the year is almost over. While the challenges of 2020 will linger for some months to come, it's always good to pause at the end and reflect on the passing of its days. Some families have suffered deeply and have had their lives forever changed. 2021 will be a year of adjusting to life in the absence of someone they love. My own father passed away in March as the pandemic was in its infancy. </div><p></p><p>COVID-19 has had no pity, yet it has served to stir compassion for our fellow travelers. We have felt one another's pain and sorrow as most of us have not experienced such level of empathy before. I hope our concern for others doesn't dwindle when COVID is fought back with the vaccine and, hopefully, forever retreats. I know that I will need to be diligent about that. Differing viewpoints on the pandemic itself has caused some strained relationships. I have felt cared for by those who have shown their love by masking and social distancing; not so much from those who had a point to prove otherwise. Loving others compassionately is not a natural trait for any of us. But it is God's way, and He has commanded us to love others and to seek their best interests. </p><p>Ethnic struggles have exposed hearts this year. Such struggles have been around since Babel and can be expected to continue until the Lord's return. While some of the encounters have been bad people doing bad things to good and bad people, there have been some entities that have preyed upon situations to make them into something unintended. Ethnic and cultural differences are accentuated and the divide intensified. Our only hope is to be united at the foot of the cross. With no entitlements, only grace. </p><p>The political atmosphere has been intense this year as well. From my personal perspective, it's been a year of battling to keep our land from merciless killing of the unborn, rampant immorality, and sexual perversion that destroys all that it touches. We are on the path of implosion and self-destruction. Only God's Word will enlighten us to the spiritual warfare around us. Too few recognize it. Oh, Yahweh, please open our eyes that we may see! </p><p>While the challenges of 2020 have been felt by all in one way or another, the blessings, however, have come to each of us personally in different ways. While many have grappled with anxiety and depression for these nine months of pandemic, many of us have felt peace in the midst of much chaos. Many of us have a heightened awareness for the care and concern of others. Most of us have more gratitude for healthcare workers and first responders and the knowledge God has allowed the medical profession to acquire. Many parents have rediscovered the joy of being with their children. Some children have learned to be good stewards of their time without the out-of-the-home scheduling that typically tethers them. Many of us have probably saved some money that we might have typically spent on impulse buying. We can look forward to 2021 to spending or investing it on something more worthwhile.</p><p>2020 will be a year we'll all remember. Our children will tell their children and grandchildren how it was for them. And so the cycle goes. As we recount 2020, let us also recount God's mercy and goodness--one generation telling the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the Lord. </p><p>May our eyes be open to His marvelous work in 2021! May we sense His abundant blessings.</p>Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-26578928050746000222020-10-21T22:20:00.006-05:002020-10-23T10:11:00.938-05:00If the Self is the Source<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3XRmtNuLRI4/X5Dsu_TotbI/AAAAAAAAElw/ZZeeQKRGaUQcrFiOwZNnSD1KACdCswYTQCNcBGAsYHQ/s660/Bessie%2BPotter.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="539" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3XRmtNuLRI4/X5Dsu_TotbI/AAAAAAAAElw/ZZeeQKRGaUQcrFiOwZNnSD1KACdCswYTQCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bessie%2BPotter.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p>I recently listened to a <a href="https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/relatable-with-allie-beth-stuckey/id1359249098" target="_blank">podcast</a> with Allie Beth Stuckey and saw that she's recently written a <a href="https://alliebethstuckey.com/book" target="_blank">book</a>, <i>"You're Not Enough (And That's Okay): Escaping the Toxic Culture of Self-Love."</i> I thought it would be a helpful read since I'm teaching a series on "Conforming to His Image in A Self-Imaged World," so I ordered the book, received it today, and settled in for a comfy read this evening.</p><p>Not very far in, she asks the question--"Is your quest to love yourself more actually making yourself miserable?" She gives this answer:</p><blockquote><p>"The self can't be both our problem and our solution. If the self is the source of our depression or despair or insecurity or fear, it can't also be the source of our ultimate fulfillment. That means loving ourselves more doesn't satiate us. We need something else--something bigger. Simply, we need Jesus.<br /></p><p>"There's a reason Jesus describes himself as Living Water and Bread of Life: he satisfies. The searching for peace and for purpose stops in him alone. He created us: therefore only he can tell us who we are and why we're here."</p></blockquote><p>In her book Allie discusses 5 myths of self-love:</p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>You are Enough</li><li>You Determine Your Truth</li><li>You're Perfect the Way You Are</li><li>You're Entitled to Your Dreams</li><li>You Can't Love Others Until You Love Yourself</li></ul><p></p><p>The inside cover states, "This book isn't about battling your not-enoughness. It's about embracing it." It looks like this book may be filled with some good biblical counsel! </p><p>We do need to see ourselves as God sees us and love ourselves correctly. But not in a self-love sort of way. There is a prerequisite. As Jesus said, we must first love God with all our heart, all our soul, all our strength, and all our mind (Luke 10:27). And then we're able to understand who we are in Christ and love who we are in Him.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hoping to finish Allie's book before the weekend. And hoping it's as promising a read as it appears.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Update: Finished the book and it's one that especially young women would find encouraging and beneficial. Allie relates to her own personal struggles as a college student, new wife and mother in her search for true identity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.christianbook.com/youre-not-enough-escaping-toxic-culture/allie-stuckey/9780593083840/pd/083842?product_redirect=1&search_term=allie%20beth&Ntt=083842&item_code=WW&ps_exit=PRODUCT&Ntk=keywords&event=ESRCP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="265" height="155" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jReUH-bxNo/X5D4XS2eZzI/AAAAAAAAEl8/ilSXF-OC3dsEd0Al2fzyXVog1IjsXxWcACNcBGAsYHQ/w103-h155/You%2527re%2BNot%2BEnough.jpg" width="103" /></a></div><p></p><p>Another book that is filled with biblical counsel is Jim Berg's book, <i>God is More Than Enough</i>. I read that one years ago, and God used it mightily in my life. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.christianbook.com/more-than-enough-foundations-quiet-soul/jim-berg/9781606820575/pd/270835?event=ESRCG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="261" height="179" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNkc27UmgEs/X5D5IAMkTmI/AAAAAAAAEmE/g5Q010RXCPA9NvBgHGuKySo7Lys1Xwp_ACNcBGAsYHQ/w117-h179/More%2BThan%2BEnough.jpg" width="117" /></a></div><p align="right" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: right;"><span face=""Calibri Light", sans-serif"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Painting--<i>Bessie Potter at Her Dressing Table</i> <br /> Robert William Vonnoh, 1858-1933 <br />Public Domain, Wiki Gallery</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-35279423819105426712020-04-27T17:08:00.003-05:002020-04-28T08:08:26.355-05:00The Pilgrim's Progress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<i>The Pilgrim's Progress</i> by John Bunyan has been in continuous print since its publication in 1678 and has been translated into more than 200 languages. I've read it more than once, but to be honest, I found it difficult to follow the entrance and exits of the various characters and to grasp their significance. It perplexed me as to why it continued to be so popular around the world, except for the possibility that it had been propelled by God to be used to further the gospel.<br />
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Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-85993972378728019822020-04-26T19:45:00.000-05:002020-04-26T19:46:37.146-05:00For Those Who Do Not Know<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: 13.199999809265137px;">To fill this down time with some pleasantries. Waiting can certainly be a challenge, but it has helped to do some things I've often said I never have enough time to do. Freedom to come and go will be welcomed with open arms, though, after this Covid-19 situation is lessened.</span><br />
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Why do we do what we do? The heart. The mind. The will. Mix them together and out comes the reason. Follow your heart? Not unless you disengage your mind. Make the most logical choice as you disengage your emotions? And what if your heart says don't and your mind says don't, but you still do? Or your mind says do and your heart says do, but then you don't?<br />
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The heart, the mind, and the will are not three separate railroad tracks that we run on. They make up the track itself--two rails and the crossties between them. My dad was a railroader for much of his life, and he knew that if two rails and the crossties got disjointed or snow-covered in any way that a train wreck would soon ensue. My Beloved's dad was also a railroader, and he had to go out many times to help get the railroad cars back onto the rails. And sometimes the train wrecks were disastrous. And so it happens to us, that when the heart, the mind, and the will get disconnected, our lives can be a train wreck.<br />
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Our decisions and choices come from the blending and balancing of the three aspects of the soul. We all probably know people who are driven by their heart's emotions, who seem not to think much of anything through as to its consequences. Like the song a few years back crooned, how can it be wrong when it feels so right? Likewise, we probably know people who set aside their emotional inclinations and focus on the logic of a decision, sometimes studying every aspect up one side and down the other so as to make the near perfect choice, but often making a decision that they feel really bad about simply because it's the logical thing to do. And then there are those who look straight ahead at the end of the tunnel and move forward by sheer will power. They have no emotional drive behind them and don't think about the path they're on. The goal is the determining factor. Just get to it.<br />
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Throughout the Scriptures, God gives us indications that the heart, the mind, and the will all come into play. They are often used interchangeably, and not one is given more importance than the other. They work in concert with one another. We are created in God's image. God gave us emotions because He has emotions. He gave us intellect because He has intellect. He gave us a will so we would be free to make decisions. When He decides in His mind to intervene on our behalf, He does it with lovingkindness. And Jesus came to do the Father's will. He set His mind to the cross and wept in the Garden of Gethsemane.<br />
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Why do we do what we do? Motivations can be difficult to discern, for ourselves and for others. We need to be careful not to attribute motivations that may themselves be quite complex. A motivation can be a little from the heart, a whole lot of mind-boggling reasoning, and then some sheer will power. Or it can be mostly emotion, not much thinking behind it, and maybe not any will power moving it along. We're sometimes complicated cases ourselves. And this is good to keep in mind when we want to help family and friends work through their own complicated cases. It takes a lot of discernment to hear what the heart, the mind, and the will are playing in concert.<br />
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As I'm writing this, I'm thinking how I'm culpable myself of attributing motivations to people in the grocery store who are not wearing face masks during this Covid-19 situation, while I am wearing one and have made masks for others. I feel myself wanting to say to these unmasked people, "I care about you, don't you care about me?" And I answer for them--and you can pretty well guess what I'm thinking. But then again, maybe they do care, but ..... We all have our own motivations for what we do or what we don't do.<br />
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Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-34638530201570735252020-04-23T17:20:00.004-05:002020-04-23T17:33:22.055-05:00Anxiety or Concern? Sometimes the Same. Sometimes Not.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Our small groups last evening were discussing the portion of the Sermon on the Mount that deals with anxiety (Matt. 5:25-34). It's always a good time to discuss any portion of Scripture, but this topic was especially helpful in light of the current Covid-19 circumstances. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Someone brought up the aspect of contentment in our circumstances. The Apostle Paul wrote that he had learned to be content in whatever state he found himself (Philippians 4:11). It's important to note that Paul said he had <i>learned</i> to be content. Paul went through many struggles that taught him to trust God. Our own struggles can do the same for us if we seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness as we are going through them. We're told to do that in this same passage on anxiety (Mt. 6:33). When we are tempted to anxiety, God has made a way of escape--seeking Him and His righteousness in the midst of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Not all anxiety, though, is borne out of a lack of trust of God's care and concern. Not all anxiety is sin. For example, Paul wanted to send Timothy to the Philippian believers because he had "no one else of kindred spirit who will genuinely be concerned for your welfare" (Phil. 2:20). The same Greek word for </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">anxious</i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> in Matthew 5:25 is the same word used for </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">concern</i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> in the Philippians passage. Timothy and Paul's concern/anxiety was not for themselves, but for other believers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Most of our anxiety, if you're like me, is not about other people, though. It's about ourselves. As Paul tells the Philippian believers, "Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God" (4:6). God wants to hear from us. He loves us with an enduring love, even when we don't feel it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">We will sense His love more when we have a heart of gratitude for how He is providing our daily manna. Look around. His touches of grace are everywhere to be seen if we have eyes to see and ears to hear. Look for His good graces, and be thankful for them. We won't see so much of what is causing anxiety in the present moment if we're looking for the good things all around us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Edward Welch has a new book that I read just after the Covid-19 stuff started happening. God used it to calm my spirit in many ways. It's a book of meditations on fear, worry, and trust. </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I recommend it to you--<i>A Small Book for the Anxious Heart</i>. You can read some quotes from the book <a href="https://counselingoneanother.com/2019/10/10/17-quotes-from-ed-welchs-a-small-book-for-the-anxious-heart/">here</a>. </span><br />
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I know I long to get back to some activities myself, but this has been a good time to consider how important each of those activities actually are. What do I really need to be doing? What do I miss doing? What have I done instead? Which is more fruitful?<br />
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I think this down time is an especially opportune time for parents to reconsider their children's activities away from home. Do these activities pull the family apart or bring them together in a good way? I know that sometimes getting children involved elsewhere helps developmentally, but are all the activities needed to accomplish that? It's good to ask ourselves what the goals are with the activities we might have each of our children going to. And what does each activity take away from them as they spend time at it?<br />
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When our children were seven and ten, we had a two-year temporary assignment several states away. Most of what we were accustomed to doing was left behind. The girls and I needed to rebuild our daily life. Their dad's days were pre-programmed with work, but the girls and I had to make our own way. We found that it was good, though, to go back to the foundation and stack the bricks with what was truly important at that time. It happened again two years later when we returned from the temporary assignment. This change forever changed how we did family life. Those were the beginning of the teen years, years that I could have lived in forever. Children grow into teens who become young adults, and off they go. If we hadn't had that last opportunity for change, we would not be who we are today. Sometimes it's good to just be able to start over.<br />
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The time may soon be approaching (hopefully so!) when families will be free to start over. We're told that the start-over will begin slowly. I pray that families will take the opportunity to consider what is truly needful for their family. Undoubtedly, it will be some of the previous activities. But, perhaps, it might not be all of them.<br />
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For the children's sake.Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-75619578940856192782020-04-21T19:48:00.000-05:002020-04-22T15:38:00.497-05:00Solace for the Soul<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">While Alcorn's statement wasn't in the context of</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> our current Covid-19 circumstances, </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">much of what I read these days I tend to relate to that; </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">perhaps you do as well</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">. As I was sitting on my back porch listening to the birds whistling to one another, watching the morning gild the sky, feeling the fanning of the cool air, I had a momentary sense of how the newly created earth must have been, and how it will some day be renewed. It brought joy to my heart and mind to think of it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There are times, though, when we recognize that this earth is groaning in travail, awaiting the renewal that will be the New Earth. </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Covid-19 is a reminder that all is not well on Planet Earth. Nor has it been for thousands of years. Sickness and death surround us. Insecurity and fear creep into many houses. Anger </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">gnaws at the soul </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">because some fear they've lost control. They've never really had control of Planet Earth anyway. But some think they have, and loss of control is a difficult blow. And so they think someone must be to blame.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Yet, it is also times like these that can remind us of the next world. For we long for all to be right, for that cool morning sunshine and the sweet chirping of the birds to be steady, unbroken, uninterrupted. To waft through all of Creation. To know that all is well on New Planet Earth. And so it will be, for God will wipe away every tear from our eyes, and death will be no more, neither will there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things will have passed away (Rev. 21:4).</span></div>
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Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-91492373409317478382020-04-20T20:08:00.002-05:002020-04-21T16:40:43.114-05:00Loving the Difficult<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Loving difficult people compassionately can drain us of emotional and physical energy. This evening I am drained. I didn't want to spend the afternoon as I did. I knew what it would be like. Yet, I am called to love others compassionately, even those who are constantly critical and complaining. Even those who try to control and manipulate. Even those whose expectations are never justified or satisfied. Relationships where the risks far outweigh the rewards wear on the soul.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Why bother? Because such a relationship sends me to Jesus to be my strength as I walk out the door. I cry out to the Holy Spirit to calm my own spirit when words are said that hurt, that annoy, that come from a self-absorbed heart. I've learned over the years that God uses such relationships to conform me to the image of His Son, which is my deepest desire. Which is worth all the effort.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Why bother? Because Jesus bothered with such people. Because He bothers with me when I am critical, and complaining, and.... And because He wants His love to flow through me. And so as I partake of His divine nature, I am to apply all diligence in my faith for perseverance, kindness, and love. For if these qualities are increasing, I become useful and fruitful (1 Peter 5). Right now, though, I'm feeling rather like a dried up prune.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Why bother? Because she said she enjoyed the afternoon. Evidence of God's grace flowing from the Divine Vine through the branch that bears the fruit.</span><br />
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Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-19289060898377696692020-04-18T16:19:00.000-05:002020-04-18T20:14:47.380-05:00All Our Losses<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">These covid-19 weeks are filled with loss for many, and with that loss often comes unrecognized grief. Grief is typically thought of in the death of a loved one, yet there are losses of many kinds. While some losses are, indeed, losing loved ones during this period (some covid-19 related, some not; my own dad died a little over a month ago), other losses come to mind--loss of a job, loss of opportunity, loss of routine, loss of familiarity, loss of human touch, loss of relationships, loss of identity whether through job or family. These aren't trivial losses, and grief more often than not will accompany them. For a great number of people, children as well as adults, multiple losses are compounding their experience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It's important to recognize that each loss can give rise to grief. As I talked with someone yesterday, she told me that her friend is experiencing a compounding of loss right now, and is very troubled in spirit, listless, lethargic, with a deep gnawing vagueness, and yet she can't put her finger on exactly why she is so downcast in her soul. This is the experience of grief.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">All of these loss experiences are separation losses. What is loved has been lost. It hurts to be separated from what and whom we love. The more we've loved, the greater the grief in losing it or being separated from it. We may not know exactly what we're feeling and why, but we know that something just is not right. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">While there is hope in our current situation (for we all hope to go back to how things were), there will necessarily be a new normal to get accustomed to. Some of our losses will be restored. Some will not. Some cannot. One of God's good graces has been more time for contemplation. Now is a good time to contemplate what lies beyond. What if our loss isn't restored or at best is limited? What replaces it?</span><br />
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<a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/all-our-losses-all-our-griefs-kenneth-r-mitchell/1111008285" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gjF-J27deUE/XptlIjdElhI/AAAAAAAAEf8/aX0CphPLvZAxJRghQtEm2F6yHFDASstMQCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/All%2BOur%2BLosses%2BGriefs.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I had <a href="https://homewardhereandthere.blogspot.com/search/label/All%20Our%20Losses%20All%20Our%20Griefs">earlier recommended</a> <i>All Our Losses, All Our Griefs </i>by Mitchell and Anderson, a book that was required reading in my counseling program. I recommend it again if you are feeling rather ambivalent and downcast in your soul, or if you know someone who is, and they don't really know why. Acknowledging grief is the first step to healing. I've given several of these books to friends myself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>All Our Losses</i> was a healing balm to my own soul when I read it a couple of years ago. I had been grieving a loss for several years, but didn't realize why so much seemed so shadowy and nebulous. It was grief, gnawing grief that wouldn't let go. God used this book to free me and give me hope. </span><br />
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<br />Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-84400317719359512592020-04-15T22:56:00.001-05:002020-04-16T08:14:01.395-05:00Let Us Do Good ~ Making Face Masks<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I've <a href="https://homewardhereandthere.blogspot.com/2020/04/drink-deeply.html">mentioned</a> that I'm training myself to be more aware of God's graces flowing through the present moment. This present moment being the Covid-19 pandemic that we find ourselves in. I've also been wondering how I might be an agent of God's grace to others during this challenging time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">As I was making face masks for My Beloved and other family members, the thought occurred to me that I could make some for those in our church family who don't sew and otherwise would have to purchase them from places like Etsy. I have stacks and stacks of cotton fabric, so I've made several and will make more as long as I have elastic or similar substitute. Presently I've run out of elastic. Elastic is a hot item right now from everyplace online that I've checked, so it's back ordered. Thanks to a friend's donation in the meantime, I've found that girls' hair elastics are working rather well. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Days filled with doing good for others are, indeed, good days. Busy hands are fruitful hands. </span><br />
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Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-53360294052838134322020-04-13T20:21:00.000-05:002020-04-13T20:25:17.897-05:00After Our Journey Here<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">So very much has happened in these four </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">short </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">weeks, or long weeks as they've become with stay-at-home orders. As my mother has said, "Dad died just in time." By that she means that at the age of 93 and in his condition, that Dad didn't have to go through the worry and concern of contracting the coronavirus, as many across our land and around the globe have, that we didn't have to be concerned about trips to the doctor or more emergency visits to the hospital. Yet, at 89 herself, there is much caution on her own part.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I have a longtime friend several years younger than I who died last week. Cancer brought her end here on earth, and she, too, went safely into the Father's House. It's difficult for 20 young grandchildren, though, to say goodbye to their grandmother. And it's difficult for their parents to explain to them mortality. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Yet, as C.S. Lewis has said, we've never met a mere mortal. For life goes on beyond the vapor of life here on earth. Those of us who have lived long know this life is mere vapor. So quickly gone. Yet, for those who realize early-on that this is so are more aware of redeeming the time as we're living it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This is certainly a time when the majority of people are considering death. (Although there appear to be many who feel invincible.) As somber as it may seem, this is a good thing to consider. Our afterlife hinges on what we think comes after our journey here on planet earth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Dad went peacefully, full of years, full of confidence of where he would awaken. And so did Naomi. They are now free from any of the concerns that we may fall asleep with tonight or awaken with tomorrow morning. They have arrived safely in the Father's House where He has prepared a place for them. Healed.</span><br />
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Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-31345230235862324982020-04-11T15:18:00.000-05:002020-04-13T19:13:20.566-05:00Drink Deeply<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">"We rarely drink deeply at the well of the present moment."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">As I think about the present moment--the covid-19 pandemic that has affected us all--I consider how I should be drinking deeply instead of just wanting to pray the problem away. What characterizes this "present moment" for me, personally? What is the efficacy of the here and now for me? It's certainly not to kick against the goad, but rather to look for God's good graces in it. And so I'm setting the image of the swan on my computer desktop to remind me to do so.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">My tendency is to be a doer. These days, however, my "doing" has been curtailed. I'm offered time to think more deeply about "being" rather than "doing." Of course, the doing should be flowing from the being, but there are times when it's good to stop and consider what fountain the "doing" is actually flowing from. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">And to look for God's grace and mercy flowing in and through the present moment. As I mentioned in yesterday's post, there are many good changes that I'm experiencing, as I'm sure is happening to many people. So I encourage us all to be fully present in the moment, even though we long for this situation to be over. To glean from it what is there for our good. And to express gratitude for God's abundant grace and mercy. To Him as well as to those through whom He sends it. </span></span><br />
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Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-42260601354304172852020-04-10T15:33:00.002-05:002020-04-13T19:13:41.043-05:00Times That Change Us<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">I'm sure all of us have experienced new levels of change amid the covid-19 pandemic, and like it or not, we're experiencing an altered normal. At least for awhile. Maybe for a long while. Maybe, in part, this is our new normal. Some of the possibilities I dread, others may actually be beneficial.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">While there's much that I lament having lost (like relating to family and friends in person and being able to attend our church gatherings and worshipping with fellow believers, and worst of all knowing there are many losing their earthly lives), I've also gained much as well. For me, it's been a new perspective on cultivating relationships, an increased awareness of the importance of being with our church family that outweighs the desire to sleep in on Sunday mornings, a new appreciation for the freedoms I typically enjoy (and probably take for granted) to come and go when and where we wish. Yet, staying at home 99% of the time has helped me view my home as a haven of rest from the encroaching coronavirus.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I've also been made more aware of the responsibility I have to care about the well-being of fellow travelers through this time of uncertainty. I've social distanced, and I've made the face masks. I've been out to wear one only once, and I'll admit that it was quite bothersome to wear, and I took it off at first opportunity. But the understanding that it's for the greater good outweighs my own inclination toward my own comfort.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The bottom line for me is that I know God works all things (that includes the bad things) together for good, for those who love Him, according to His own purpose. What that purpose might be for me personally I don't know. I don't doubt, though, that I will eventually know, either here in my earthly home or there in my heavenly home. Either way, God says He's working it together for good. That's a change I can look forward to.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">And so I trust the Father and walk by His Spirit. I pray that in the changes surrounding all of us that we will also be changed within, that the changes will be an agent, perhaps the crucible, for our personal transformation into greater conformity to the image of Christ. Yet, that is only for those who love God and are called by Him for His purpose. I hope, dear one, that you are one of us.</span></span><br />
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Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-53506610502992813902019-08-14T12:12:00.000-05:002019-08-22T12:31:41.655-05:00A New Day Has Dawned<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-688889921068392592019-04-20T08:02:00.000-05:002019-04-20T08:04:54.732-05:00The Guest He Took Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Thus, on his cross, the Savior called a guest to the wedding feast. Finlayson puts it movingly, "He has a right to take a guest home with him without asking leave of any. He had the key to His Father's door in His pierced hand. He could open and no man shut. He could shut and no man open, and the guest He took home with Him to His Father's table that day was the first trophy of Calvary after the sacrifice had been finished.' </blockquote>
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Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-79401717206713324082019-03-21T11:34:00.002-05:002019-03-21T17:02:09.704-05:00A Distinct Difference Between This and Myself<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had intended to sit down at my computer forty minutes ago. My mistake was walking past the table where I'm working on a jigsaw puzzle. Just one piece, and then I'd head upstairs. It didn't take me forty minutes to find one piece. But what it did take was forty minutes of my prime morning time.<br />
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I enjoy working on jigsaw puzzles. I like the coming together of scattered pieces to make a beautiful whole. The process of thoroughly examining each piece and what the pieces are to become brings their details into focus, those small-scale markings that at first may seem inconsequential when viewed as a whole. Yet, comparing the subtle difference in shape of the piece or shade of its hue, and where it belongs in the overall picture is an aha moment. It finds its proper place and becomes part of an emerging picture that shows beauty, artistry, cleverly placed objects, or maybe even in some way speaks to my soul.<br />
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I still have many pieces to add, but on the table are partially-finished cars, a few leaves on a tree, a couple of completed signs, the pieces of a white house along the side. I haven't found where one of the signs fits in the picture yet, but I know it will because of the image that it is to become. It's in process.<br />
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And so am I. As I work with each piece of the puzzle, bringing them together to conform to the image that it's becoming, I'm reminded that God is conforming me into the image of His Son. He knows that each piece fits and brings good from them all.<br />
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There is one distinct difference, however, between the puzzle and myself. It is passive, with pieces that will lie on the table until the end of time if they are not moved. It isn't expected to do anything, it has no personal responsibility to bring itself into conformity to the image on the box.<br />
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However, I do. God calls me (and all His children) to be conformed to the image of His Son through the transforming of the mind. How does the transformation happen? We pursue Him through the Word that we've been given, and the Holy Spirit uses it to conform us more and more to the image of the One we bear. This is a mysterious interplay between the providence of God and our own responsibility. We are not to be passive. We are to pursue. <br />
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And not be distracted with jigsaw puzzles that can sap prime time. So I tell myself once again that puzzles are for the evening hours when my body and mind are pretty well spent for the day. But I do hope to finish it soon to return it to my Dad. We swap puzzles every now and then. :-)Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-54757139349837748772019-03-19T11:29:00.000-05:002019-04-30T20:46:07.111-05:00When a Poor Decision Becomes the Richer One<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've at times thought that there must be something wrong with my spirituality, my connection with God, that I couldn't discern His will. There were times when this inability paralyzed me into doing nothing at all. I so very much wanted to be in the center of His perfect will. How more spiritual than that could I possibly be? Nothing else would do. I sincerely believed that all I wanted in my life was doing whatever God wanted, and without full assurance of that, I was not to take another step. "When in doubt, don't."<br />
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I've realized over time, though, that what I really wanted was to be all-knowing, not full of doubt. I've since accepted that that's one of God's attributes, and is not communicable to me. It's not one that I can strive after. It is His alone. There are some things that He simply is not telling me, for whatever purpose there might be.<br />
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It was spiritually and emotionally freeing when I realized that more than being fearful of missing God's will in a matter, I was fearful of making a mistake, fearful of failure, fearful of where my failure might lead me. What I was doing was living my life in fear rather than in robust faith.<br />
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I've learned that being in God's will is not really about the <i>doing</i>. It's not about knowing what I should do every step along the way, although seeking wisdom in decisions is always prudent. God's will is rather about my <i>being</i> as decisions are made. Not what does God want me to <i>do</i>? But who does God want me to <i>be</i>? It's possible to make what seems to be the best choice in a decision, but if that decision is made out of fear or avoidance, what glory does that bring to God? <br />
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It's not about making better decisions, but about who I am becoming in whatever decision is made. The <i>doing</i> is often ambiguous. The <i>being</i> is clearly shown <span style="font-size: small;">in God's</span> Word. I am to be conformed to the image of Christ, transformed into His likeness, becoming like Him. A life lived in trust, knowing that in all my decisions, whether perfect or not, God will work them for good according to His purpose. And often in making a poor decision, I've learned much more about His love and care through its consequences. He is my provider, my sustainer, my sufficiency. He leads me in the paths of righteousness.<br />
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I try to keep only a few balls simultaneously in the air. Juggling life can at times be problematic. Am I moving too far forward? Am I keeping a proper distance in the height? Am I consistent with each throw? One miscue and they all come tumbling down. So blogging has been at a standstill this past month. Classes are on pause for awhile, and now my attention is turned once again to here. It's been a month since I've posted, and I hope to share along the way some of the things that I've learned--which is always the purpose, isn't it, to pass on whatever we've learned to whoever will listen.<br />
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I was able to rejoin our women's Bible study yesterday. This is a group who dig into God's Word and freely share what they've learned with one another. Some of them know a lot, some of us learn a lot, but whichever end of the spectrum we're on, we all learn and encourage one another in our faith.<br />
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You've probably experienced that no matter how many times you've read a passage of Scripture that something new is always to be gained from it. That happened to me yesterday in the passage about Paul and Silas being put in jail without a trial as Roman citizens, which was unlawful. When the mistake was recognized by those in authority, they wanted Paul and Silas to leave quietly. Paul said no way! He wanted the council to come and release them in person.<br />
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I've always wondered why Paul was so insistent about that. I would have gone out post haste, but Paul was thinking of more than himself. I tend to think about myself in disagreeable situations, but Paul was thinking how slipping away quietly would reflect on the newly formed church. The council had shamed him because he was talking about Jesus, whom they didn't approved. To slither out of jail was to accept the shame that was put on Jesus' name and, therefore, the believers there in Philippi.<br />
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It brought to mind some of what is going on in America today in regard to Christianity. We're told that our beliefs are disapproved, even damaging to our nation. There's an attempt to shame us, to quiet us, to jail us, to keep us from being heard. I'm thankful for those who are pushing back and saying no way!<br />
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There was a time in America's recent past when turning the other cheek was expected to be the Christian's response. I believe that response was misconceived, misdirected and taken advantage of by those who manipulate their own political and perverted agendas.<br />
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Christians are now pushing back. The Apostle Paul exercised his freedom as a Roman citizen, lest the church be found insignificant in his day. Christians must exercise our freedom as American citizens, lest the church be found insignificant in our day.<br />
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It's a spiritual struggle in which we are engaged. May God be merciful and strengthen us.<br />
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Vickie at Homewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18442549710913612006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564254357280539510.post-17749030559074520862019-02-14T07:52:00.002-06:002019-02-14T16:23:04.045-06:00Love, But Not for These Things in Themselves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">If thou must love me, let it be for
nought</span></span></span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">by Elizabeth Barrett Browning</span></i> </span><br /> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">If thou must love me, let it be for nought</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Except for love's sake only. Do not say<br />
'I love her for her smile—her look—her way<br />
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought<br />
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought<br />
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'—<br />
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may<br />
Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,<br />
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for<br />
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,—<br />
A creature might forget to weep, who bore<br />
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!<br />
But love me for love's sake, that evermore<br />
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.</span></span> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Frederick Morgan, 1847-1927<br />public domain </span> </span></span></div>
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