<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:54:40.092-06:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Giving'/><category term='laughter'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='selfless'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>The Diary of a Crazy Woman after God's Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>The rantings and heart-felt testimonies of a simple woman who's thrilled and scared to see where God is leading her and who He's changing her into.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-5403709995896957736</id><published>2010-02-24T16:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:37:25.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Giveaway!!</title><content type='html'>Are you children musically inclined!!??  Check out this &lt;a href="http://alisa-thesweetlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-cool-guitar-giveaway.html"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt; for a guitar, and enter to possibly win it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-5403709995896957736?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5403709995896957736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=5403709995896957736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5403709995896957736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5403709995896957736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/guitar-giveaway.html' title='Guitar Giveaway!!'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-9189549162264659279</id><published>2010-02-24T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:15:39.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Footwear Do You Have On?</title><content type='html'>God's Cleats&lt;br /&gt;24 Feb 2010&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Olsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wisdom and money can get you almost anything, but only wisdom can save your life." Ecclesiastes 7:12 (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vancouver Olympics have me glued to my TV. Figure skating, downhill skiing, snowboarding, even curling - I'll watch most any Olympic sport. I relish the competition, the teamwork, the medal ceremonies, and especially the stories of athletes overcoming odds to perform well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it reminds me a little of my husband Rick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband grew up with a single mother, and very little money. In high school, Rick wanted to try out for track and field – he dreamed of running fast and long, and throwing a javelin. The problem was he didn't have the right shoes, and couldn't afford them. Thank God for good friends and a kind coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt; br&gt;One of Rick's close friends invited Rick over to his house one day and said, "Try these running shoes on. They just don't fit my feet right and I'll never wear them." Rick wasn't sure if J.T. was telling the truth, but the shoes fit Rick fine. Those shoes helped him qualify for the state meet in the 800 meter race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running shoes allowed Rick to run much faster than his old sneakers would, but he would slip and slide in them while trying to throw the javelin. One day after practice, Rick's coach called him over and held up a big box of cleats. "Here's some unclaimed shoes students left in their lockers at the end of the school year. Find your size if you can." Rick found some that fit and the cleats made all the difference. Even the "crunching" sound they made on the track sent shivers of confidence and purpose up Rick's spine. Rick discovered it's much easier to strive for the goal when your footing is secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many athletes dream of standing atop a podium during an awards ceremony with gold medals around their necks. For most, it takes talent, hard work, plus money to get there. But there is an ornament even more valuable than a gold medal. Proverbs 3:21-23 reveals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My son, preserve sound judgment and discernment, do not let them out of your sight; they will be life for you, an ornament to grace your neck. Then you will go on your way in safety, and your foot will not stumble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound judgment and discernment are medals that become ours when we walk in wisdom. Money can take us places, for sure, but it can only take us so far. It provides but a measure of security. Wisdom is the footwear each of us needs to run the race God has set before us. Wisdom will help us make the important trek from this world into eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walk in His wisdom – in God's cleats – He promises us solid footing. He does not promise a road that is always flat, or a route that is easy to run, but He promises us solid footing no matter the terrain. Wisdom – proper respect for the Lord and His ways – affords us ultimate security. Eternal security. Money can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick went on to compete successfully in high school, and on his college cross-country team. He also went on to gain godly wisdom. I'm so thankful for the friends and coaches that ensured Rick had what he needed to run his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God ensures – through the Bible, His followers, and His Spirit within us – that we each have what we need to run our best as well. He equips us to follow hard after Him. No money is necessary to be well-heeled in God's kingdom. Whether we're wearing nursing shoes, work boots, high heels, hand-me-downs, or flip-flops, we can walk securely by walking wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, grant me wisdom and sure footing as I follow after You. I trust You to equip me with all I need. Whatever my path, I believe Your principals can keep me from slipping. You lead, I'll follow. In Jesus' Name, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-9189549162264659279?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9189549162264659279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=9189549162264659279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/9189549162264659279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/9189549162264659279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-footwear-do-you-have-on.html' title='What Footwear Do You Have On?'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-3580607384256954272</id><published>2010-02-02T15:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:10:21.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you thirsty?</title><content type='html'>In An Ordinary Coffee Shop&lt;br /&gt;2 Feb 2010&lt;br /&gt;Marybeth Whalen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled." Matthew 5:6 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down with my cup of green tea and breathed a sigh of relief. My kids were occupied for the morning and I was looking forward to the brief respite that I had coming. Three hours of quiet—no one asking me for anything, no one fighting, no one complaining. Just some good old-fashioned peace and quiet. I planned to make good use of my time by making an appointment to meet with God. But could I trust Him to show up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had originally planned to use this rare time alone to "get things done." I had even made a list of all that I hoped to accomplish. But after frustration with my kids, angry words exchanged with my husband, and a nagging feeling that something just wasn't right, I felt God whisper to my heart: Put away that list and spend some time with Me. I knew that was exactly what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee shop was far from quiet. Loud jazz music played on the speakers and the voices of patrons and machines intruded on my thoughts at first. Could God speak over all the noise? I pulled out my journal and began to write how I felt, what was on my mind, and asked God to speak to me in the midst of this most ordinary of places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote down that I felt dry, barren, like my soul was cracking from lack of refreshment from Him. I confessed that I had not made time for Him like I should and that my soul felt the gap that had formed. And then I wrote "Speak Lord, for your servant is listening…" and I waited for Him to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the page of my journal to find Psalm 107:9 written at the bottom of the next page: "For he satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things." Astonished, I found the verse in my Bible and began to cross reference the word "thirsty." I had come thirsty. I had come dehydrated. I needed Him to water my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He did. Frantically I scribbled what He was speaking through His Word. Again and again that morning I was astonished and amazed by what His Word had to say—the many promises of what He would do for those of us who come thirsty. Two hours later, I closed my Bible and journal with a big smile on my face and a full tank of the joy that can only come from spending time with Abba. Like Moses stumbling upon a burning bush in an ordinary desert, I had had an encounter with the Living God in the midst of a most ordinary place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need Him to meet with you today? Are you wondering if He will keep the appointment? I can promise you that there was nothing special about the way I approached Him. I didn't have a magic formula or extra special direct line to Him. I simply came to Him thirsty—parched and desperate for His living water. I opened up my heart and my life to Him and then I listened to what He had to say. It was that simple and that complex all at the same time. I am grateful that I put away my to-do list, cleared my calendar for that morning and kept the appointment I had made. God showed up and changed my life all over again. All in an ordinary coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, thank You for being the God Who Is Near. Thank You for meeting with me wherever and whenever I seek You. Thank You for Your word, which speaks to me, reminding me of Your promises and refilling my soul. I need Your living water, Lord. In Jesus' Name, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-3580607384256954272?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3580607384256954272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=3580607384256954272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/3580607384256954272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/3580607384256954272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-you-thirsty.html' title='Are you thirsty?'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-4465429477832578525</id><published>2009-08-08T12:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:34:44.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I'm still here</title><content type='html'>Holy cow it's been a long time!!!  February was the last post!!  A lot has happened since then.  Nothing extremely exciting, but a lot nonetheless.  I'll just touch on the latest thing - a family Reunion on my Mother-in-Law's side.  It was absolutely a blast.  We stayed at his Uncle and Aunt's ranch in Westcliffe, Co.  we roasted marshmellows and made s'mores, 7/8ths of the family hiked the side of a mountain nearby, while those of us with youngins 'hiked' the short trail (3 mins.)and let the kiddos play by or in the stream by the bridge where we were to meet up with the rest of the fam (45 mins. later). The kids were asked by Auntie to look out for walking sticks on the hike because they were going to decorate them later in the weekend. We also had gunny sack races, three-legged races - kids w/kids, kids w/ adults and adults w/ adults; horse races (Auntie had these adorable plush horse 'costumes' that the kids slid on over their shoulders), made gak, lassoed 'bulls', had church in a barn, and decorated the walking sticks, went to Garden of the Gods and went to The Royal Gourge (which we happened to get in free because we went in the south entrance and the woman working that 'gate' was awesome!!!!!)  My family and I got to sleep in the Greenery?  I can't remember if that's what it is called. We used a Port-a-Potty all weekend, had some yummy food, and saw some family that we hadn't even seen in years.  It was nothing short of a blessing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-4465429477832578525?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4465429477832578525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=4465429477832578525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/4465429477832578525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/4465429477832578525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-im-still-here.html' title='Wow, I&apos;m still here'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-365386974268508676</id><published>2009-02-25T13:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:35:12.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Back the Reigns</title><content type='html'>I was working on finishing up a Beth Moore study that's been done for quite some time, when I a song washed over me.  The lesson that that I last finished was on the Power of the Tongue, how we can use it "to praise our LORD and Father, and use it to curse man."  (James 3:9)  I have tongue issues, as verse 2 and 8 state, we all do, and at the end of the daily portion of the lesson, it asks you to bring your issues to the LORD and let him know what's on your heart and how He can help.  I am a nurturer by default, so much so that I want to fix things, mainly people.  Sometimes the only part in their mending I should have is to just be ears, or a shoulder.  James 1:19 asks us to take note of this: "to be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry."  Three areas that are my weakest when it comes to my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the fixing thing.  I am utterly and completely guilty of trying to fix my husband.  I have been convicted, many times, of being in God's way of growing my husband.  This is not a good lesson to be stubborn about learning!  I really pray that I would GET OUT OF THE WAY, for good.  Not only am I causing myself heartache, but also damaging my relationship with my husband because I think I need to fix it.  Are there any doctors who'll staple mouths shut?  Sign me up!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how in James 1:19 the first thing that we are to note is to be "quick to listen."  Which if you rearrange the letters also spells SILENT. Not a coincidence.  I'm not always the best listener, especially when I get passionate about something.  Whether I'm right or not is not the point, it doesn't matter if I don't have love for the other person to listen to what they have to say as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the song that washed over me.  One of my past Youth Minister's and his wife made an album and one of the songs on the album is entitled 'Give me the Reigns' and which the words to are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' time had come to give his life.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Everything will be different now, but that's alright.&lt;br /&gt;I will go to Jerusalem and declare who I am. &lt;br /&gt;I will go to my Father and prepare the way for man," &lt;br /&gt;but Peter said, "No! Lord I know best, give me the reigns.&lt;br /&gt;LORD listen to reason this isn't a game&lt;br /&gt;I have decided, to give it my all, do it the best&lt;br /&gt;show everyone that I'll stand up to the test,&lt;br /&gt;do what I can, never will fall, never will stumble, but I'll always stand tall&lt;br /&gt;go it alone, never with you, LORD you don't know what I've been going through&lt;br /&gt;And I still wonder why it does wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off your shoes, Moses.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I've chosen you to lead my people.&lt;br /&gt;You will go to Pharoah and declare who I am.&lt;br /&gt;And I will go there with you and reveal to you my plan,"&lt;br /&gt;but Moses said, "No! And I wonder why, when I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;it never turns out the way I planned?&lt;br /&gt;LORD, why, when I'm all alone? I just don't understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me go, Sprit.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more I need to know about my future.&lt;br /&gt;My life seemed so wide open till you came with your call&lt;br /&gt;but LORD it's not that simple just to give to you my all&lt;br /&gt;I want to say, "Lord you know best, take back the reigns.&lt;br /&gt;Lord give me your reasons, I'm living in pain&lt;br /&gt;I have decided&lt;br /&gt;to give up control, only to you&lt;br /&gt;fall on my knees, chasing only what's true&lt;br /&gt;take it to heart, learn that I can't&lt;br /&gt;find that on you I can depend till the end&lt;br /&gt;show you my love, that's all I know&lt;br /&gt;LORD, please lead me where you want me to go&lt;br /&gt;Jesus oh Jesus, show me your way &lt;br /&gt;Show me Your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often "wonder why."  Why "it never turns out the way I planned?"  Hmmm, as easy as it is for me to believe satans lies that I'll never get "it" - getting out of the way, so why even bother.  I know that I have the victory!!!  He that is in me, is greater than he that is in the world! (1 John 4:4) And as long as I'm faithful to the One "who began a good work in me," He will be faithful to "carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I would see the obstacles in my life, not as discouraging stumbling blocks, but as empowering spring boards.  I can either chose to praise my LORD and Father or curse man with my tongue, "As for me and my household, we will serve the LORD!" (Joshua 24:15b) I chose to give back the reigns, what will you chose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-365386974268508676?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/365386974268508676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=365386974268508676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/365386974268508676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/365386974268508676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-back-reigns.html' title='Take Back the Reigns'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-6562840215191974016</id><published>2009-02-10T12:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:10:06.710-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfless'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time, but that's okay, things have been busy.  But I've just got to share.  My sweet Kelby did the most sweetest thing last night.  I was on the computer checking mail and such, and Kelby starts putting the dishes from the dishwasher away.  At first I was like, "Oh hunny, no, no, no, those aren't cleaned yet...."  But then I realized they were and let him proceed.  I helped him put a couple of the plates away, but other than that, he did it all! And he wiped the table down too!  He asked me "Mommy, do you know why I'm doing this?" "No baby, why?" "So that you don't have to." My heart melted, as you could imagine.  I then asked him if he wanted water or lemonade and he said lemonade. So, I made him some.  He asked me if I was getting him some lemonade because he was working hard :oD,  "Yes sweet boy, you are working hard."  I pray that that selfless servants heart continues to grow.  I pray that I can nurture it respectively.  That was a beautiful way to end the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-6562840215191974016?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6562840215191974016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=6562840215191974016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/6562840215191974016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/6562840215191974016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-long-time-but-thats-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-8946780371109710677</id><published>2009-01-28T12:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:09:57.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"God's Mirror"</title><content type='html'>This is part of an excerpt from the book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm Not Good Enough&lt;/span&gt; by Sharon Jaynes. You can read the rest of the excerpt by clicking on the title of the this post.  Wow!!!  I'm hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we look into God’s mirror, His incredible love letter to us we&lt;br /&gt;call the Bible, we discover the truth. God does love you (Colossians&lt;br /&gt;3:12). You have an entire cloud of witnesses cheering for you (Hebrews&lt;br /&gt;12:1). You are God’s masterpiece…a work of beautiful art (Ephesians&lt;br /&gt;2:10). You are good enough because Christ lives in you (John 14:20).&lt;br /&gt;You are a chosen, holy, dearly loved child of God. Th at’s the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get out of the house of mirrors and start seeing ourselves as God&lt;br /&gt;sees us.&lt;br /&gt;In one of John’s letters, he wrote, “I have no greater joy than to hear&lt;br /&gt;that my children are walking in the truth” (3 John 4). I believe that&lt;br /&gt;God has no greater joy than to know that His children are walking&lt;br /&gt;in the truth. When we are walking in the truth, the lies are exposed.&lt;br /&gt;We can recognize the lie, reject the lie, and replace the lie with truth.&lt;br /&gt;Th en, and only then, can we be all that God has created us to be and&lt;br /&gt;do all that God has created us to do. We can experience the abundant&lt;br /&gt;life He planned all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-8946780371109710677?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.harvesthousepublishers.com/texts/excerpts/9780736918701_exc.pdf' title='&quot;God&apos;s Mirror&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8946780371109710677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=8946780371109710677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/8946780371109710677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/8946780371109710677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/gods-mirror.html' title='&quot;God&apos;s Mirror&quot;'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-8390174974653847736</id><published>2009-01-15T09:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:06:44.627-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Three Years Ago Today</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a while!  Well, today is my now, three year olds birthday!  It's finally here.  Not that I was wanting it to get here fast, but actually thankful that it's gone by what seems to feel like, slowly.  She's actually 3 going on 13. She's quite the ham, but also has a very shy side.  And when she wants to, she can wrap you around her finger in a matter of seconds.  She's a charmer, just like her Daddy ;o).  Even though she can be sweet, she also can get an attitude that is nothing shy of ugly.  I hope, and pray that I can consistently and effectively harness that attitude.  There are some goods things intertwined in there - she recognizes her boundaries and her space.  Now, I just need to teach, and learn myself, how to appropriately express those boundaries without being cold, rude or mean.  Praise God his mercies are new every day!!  And despite my faults, God still uses me to plant healthy seeds in my children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Clara Jean!!  Mommy loves you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-8390174974653847736?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8390174974653847736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=8390174974653847736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/8390174974653847736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/8390174974653847736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-years-ago-today.html' title='Three Years Ago Today'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-3564272826729600700</id><published>2008-12-30T16:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:27:49.229-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>"Winning Over Worry"</title><content type='html'>I so needed this today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 30, 2008 &lt;br /&gt;Winning Over Worry, Part 2 &lt;br /&gt;Mary Southerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Truth &lt;br /&gt;"Rejoice in the Lord always.  I will say it again: Rejoice!  Let your gentleness be evident to all.  The Lord is near.  Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."  Philippians 4:4-7 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend to Friend &lt;br /&gt;In Philippians 4:4-7, Paul gives us the promise of peace.  However, there are conditions to be met and actions we must take in order to experience that peace and win over worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action one:    Choose joy  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action two:     Be gentle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:5 gives an unusual directive concerning worry.  "Let your gentleness be evident to all."  "Gentleness" literally means "humility, softness and tenderness" and seems to indicate that part of dealing with worry is related to the directive that we must be gentle with everyone.  The Living Bible translates "gentle" as "unselfish and considerate".  Any way you look at it, this truth is in direct opposition to the viewpoint of the world in which we live.  Power and assertiveness gain respect while gentleness is often viewed as weakness.  In God's eyes, gentleness is harnessed strength, and a controlled power.  What does gentleness have to do with eliminating worry?  Paul is saying the way we treat people affects our peace.  Many of us have lives filled with worry because we have relationships filled with conflict.  When we are not gentle, conflict is the inevitable result.  Worry and anxiety thrive in the atmosphere of conflict.  What does it mean to be gentle in our relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         Gentleness is willing to give up control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 3:17a "But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure and full of quiet gentleness. It allows discussion and is willing to yield to others."  Gentleness can always find a patch of common ground, giving people room to grow and change.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentleness doesn't control but is willing to yield or submit to one another in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ·         Gentleness is love in action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 3:17b "Gentleness if full of mercy and good deeds."  When gentleness sees a need, it does something about it.  It is compelled to take action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         Gentleness forgives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 3:13 "Forgive as the Lord forgave you." Gentleness is quick to give and to receive forgiveness, always taking the responsibility to initiate forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         Gentleness wages peace.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Hebrews 12:14 "Pursue peace with all people."  "Gentleness" does not retaliate but pursues peace instead.  The goal of gentleness is unity.  I've read that when    thoroughbred horses are under attack, they stand in a circle, face each other, and with their back legs kick out at the enemy!  Donkeys do just the opposite.  They face the enemy and kick each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are called to wage peace.  When we practice gentleness and pursue peace in our relationships, there will be less conflict, more unity and fewer footholds for worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action three: Be aware of His presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:5 "The Lord is near."  We often pray, asking for God's presence when our prayer should be, "Lord, make me aware of your presence."  He is near but many times our lives and hearts are too crowded to see or hear Him.  The more we are aware of God's presence the less we will worry.  We become aware of His presence through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 4:12 "For the word of God is living and active and sharper than any two-edged sword."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful weapon against worry is scripture.  Read it.  Memorize it. Immerse your life in it.  The word of God grounds us, repelling worry.  When worry comes - reject it!  Deflect it with the shield of God's word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 5:7 "Let him have all your worries and cares, for he is always thinking about you and watching everything that concerns you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is simply conversation with God and a powerful weapon against worry. I read of a widow who had successfully raised a large family of eighteen children, twelve of whom were adopted.  Yet, she never seemed to worry.  During an interview, a reporter asked the secret of her peace and confidence.  She said, "I'm not alone.  I'm in a partnership with God.  Years ago, I said "Lord, I'll do the work and you do the worrying!  I have had peace ever since!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 4:12 "And one standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer; three is even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you share your fears with others, they grow smaller because someone has gotten under the load with you.  A shared load is a lighter load.  We tend to hide our fears in darkness where they grow and strengthen, instead of bringing them out into the light where they will die.  When we try to be "lone-ranger Christians" and handle our fears on our own, we are susceptible to attacks that will defeat us.  When we stand together, our strength is multiplied and we are not easily beaten.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         Experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:17 "Every good thing bestowed and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation, or shifting shadow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we know Him, the more we will understand that He really is who He says He is and that He is willing and able to work in our lives.  We will naturally begin to trust Him and soon discover that He is faithful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much worry is buried in the unknown. The "known" victories of yesterday can destroy the fear of today's "unknown" circumstances because He is always the same.  What a security comes when we realize that we can truly count on Him.  God's presence empowers us to win over worry.  When you are tempted to worry, stop and go back over the books, remembering the victories and celebrating them once again.  The God who delivered you yesterday will deliver you today and tomorrow!  The experiences of life prove Him true and underline His presence within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Pray &lt;br /&gt;Father, help me to handle the relationships in my life with gentleness.  When there is conflict, give me the strength to confront it in Your love. I long for Your presence in my life.  Help me to be more aware of Your hand at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' name, I pray &lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-3564272826729600700?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3564272826729600700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=3564272826729600700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/3564272826729600700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/3564272826729600700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/winning-over-worry.html' title='&quot;Winning Over Worry&quot;'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-8334956453536875233</id><published>2008-12-19T16:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:02:43.440-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Name above All Names</title><content type='html'>This was wall stated from a church's Advent devotional guide. Click on the title of this post and it will take you to the OUR DAILY BREAD devotion where is came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us at all costs avoid the temptation to make our Christmas worship a withdrawal from the stress and sorrow of life into a realm of unreal beauty. It was into the real world that Christ came, into the city where there was no room for Him, and into a country where Herod, the murderer of innocents, was king. He comes to us, not to shield us from the harshness of the world but to give us the courage and strength to bear it; not to snatch us away by some miracle from the conflict of life, but to give us peace - His peace - in our hearts, by which we may be calmly steadfast while the conflict rages, and be able to bring to the torn world the healing that is peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shall call His name JESUS, for He will save His people from their sins. &lt;br /&gt;Matthew 1:21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-8334956453536875233?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2007/12/19/devotion.aspx' title='Name above All Names'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8334956453536875233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=8334956453536875233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/8334956453536875233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/8334956453536875233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/name-above-all-names.html' title='Name above All Names'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-6396529466457451734</id><published>2008-12-16T15:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:14:27.875-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Scrapbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a41784d4459354d413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Christmas Scrapbook" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a41784d4459354d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-6396529466457451734?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6396529466457451734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=6396529466457451734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/6396529466457451734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/6396529466457451734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-scrapbook.html' title='Christmas Scrapbook'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-6967617938982045510</id><published>2008-12-15T18:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:12:06.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Early Christmas Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); 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So, I'd like to conduct a little....survey...poll, I'm not sure what it'd be called, but basically I'd like you to "post a comment,"  but all you really have to say is what the "word" is that you need to verify before you can post the comment.  I just want to see how many ridiculous "words" come up...and then enjoy the laughs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-1091149061438504224?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1091149061438504224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=1091149061438504224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/1091149061438504224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/1091149061438504224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/word-verification.html' title='&quot;Word Verification&quot;'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-4488402297718983108</id><published>2008-12-12T12:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:22:36.000-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>"This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Lord, Thank &lt;span&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; for the promise of a future full of peace and contentment and free of pain and suffering.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That &lt;span&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; would sacrifice Your only Son for me takes my breath away.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is my desire to live my life allowing &lt;span&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; light to shine through me so that all may be drawn to You. &lt;span&gt;In Jesus' Name, Amen&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-4488402297718983108?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4488402297718983108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=4488402297718983108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/4488402297718983108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/4488402297718983108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-little-light-of-mine-im-gonna-let.html' title='&quot;This little light of mine, I&apos;m gonna let it shine&quot;'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-5977680984367287260</id><published>2008-12-10T11:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:31:40.777-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving'/><title type='text'>What to give?</title><content type='html'>A question that always comes up during this season is "What do I get for so-and-so?"  It would be especially hard if you thought the person has everything already.  But, do they have everything? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift of eternal life has been given to all, but some have left it under the tree or have completely ignored it.  Probably, because it's not wrapped perfectly, with shiny paper and  a pretty red bow.  But what most don't realize is that what's in the package is far more beautiful and greater than what they could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ giving his perfect life for our sin-soaked excuse of a life is nothing, NOTHING, short of gracious.  We have been given a gift that we don't deserve.  A Gift that is overwhelmingly given with love and joy, and we let it sit under the tree!  And for some of us who have already opened it, we stick it back under the tree, and pull it out when it's convenient for us.  Or, we just look at it when we walk by the tree.  I am soooo guilty of that!  Just walking on by, whether it's purposefully ignoring it or being distracted with other things that I don't even see it - HIM, the Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a full-time Mom, I have an ongoing list of things to do.   More often than not, spending time with my Bridegroom, Jesus Christ, doesn't get put on the list.  What I've also come to notice is that I can also be a little selfish with my Gift.  I don't share it when I should...it's too much of an inconvenience, "What if they laugh at me?"  "What if they won't like me?"  Honest and common excuses.  I forget, LORD, Father God please forgive me, I forget what you went through for my sake - betrayal, scoffing, mockery, persecution - verbal and physical, whipping, nailing, DEATH.  And I don't want to share you because I'm afraid that someone may laugh at me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD, I give my whole self to you as "a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable" (Romans 12:1)  in your eyes, because I am "washed by the water through your Word"! (Ephesians 5:26)  Father, I want to share your Gift of love and grace.  Please help me to overcome my fears.  For You "...did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; give us a spirit of timidity&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;, of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;self-discipline&lt;/span&gt;." (2 Timothy 1:7)  I want to give myself to you, just as a wife gives of herself to her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and let the wife see that she respects and reverences her husband (Ephesians 5:33 - Amplified Bible)[&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ephesians%205;&amp;amp;version=45;#fen-AMP-29336f" title="See footnote f"&gt;f&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;that she notices him, regards him, honors him, prefers him, venerates, and esteems him; and &lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ephesians%205;&amp;amp;version=45;#fen-AMP-29336g" title="See footnote g"&gt;g&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;that she defers to him, praises him, and loves and admires him exceedingly]. [I Pet. 3:2.]  (Now, this scripture passage speaks of the wife repecting and reverencing her earthly husband.  But the only way that we will be able to do that for them is if we are that way towards our Heavenly Husband.  It may not make complete sense, but it doesn't have to.  We need to just "trust and obey."  And when we do, the 'fruit' of it is oh so sweet!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, for the runon thought.  It's a good thing that I'm not being graded on this and how well I stick to the main point.  See the thing with me, if you don't know me that well, is that when I have a thought...there's a lot of other thoughts connected to it, and most of the time I don't  make/speak the connection very clearly, but there is one, trust me.  So, each, shall we call them "nuggets", should be taken with a grain of salt.  Follow? ;o).  (I pray that my groanings to the LORD would be heard...that they would fall on open ears and hearts.  That a seed would take root.  God, you are so Mighty!! I pray that through this, You would show off and that Your Name would be glorified!  Praise Your Wonderful Name!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As we approach Christmas, it’s good to remember why Jesus was born. The Son of God did not come to establish a nostalgic, family-oriented, commercially successful holiday. The angel told Joseph: “[Mary] will bring forth a Son, and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins” (Matt. 1:21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas began with a present from God to His sin-damaged world: “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Rom. 6:23)." - David McCasland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-5977680984367287260?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5977680984367287260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=5977680984367287260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5977680984367287260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5977680984367287260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-to-give.html' title='What to give?'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-4350416532745003131</id><published>2008-12-09T12:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:17:44.394-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that &lt;span&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; are my Savior and Redeemer.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I pray I would know and trust &lt;span&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; the way Mary did.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Would &lt;span&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; give me a heart of obedience and help me to say "yes" in the small, every day decisions?&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the busyness of this season, please remind me to humble myself before &lt;span&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; and hear Your voice.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fill me with Your Holy Spirit and make Your Presence known in real and powerful ways.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Help me to be faithful in the ordinary, and in that, prepare me for the extraordinary. &lt;span&gt;In Jesus' Name, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-4350416532745003131?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4350416532745003131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=4350416532745003131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/4350416532745003131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/4350416532745003131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-heavenly-father-thank-you-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-2167836749543513178</id><published>2008-12-08T11:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:36:00.664-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>"Don't worry....."</title><content type='html'>I believe that Jehovah Jireh will take care of us during this "recession", but that doesn't mean that we can just sit back and let Him do all the work.  I pray that we, my husband and I, will be wise and good stewards of what we have now.  I pray that we calmly and wisely pursue taking care of our responsibilities.   Which will include working wherever we can to bring in some more income.  I pray that we will have a healthy balance of trust and reality.  I am guilty of sticking my head in the sand, partly because, well, when it comes to finances we haven't had the money to be able to pay that bill and/or this one...so I don't even address it.  I know that doesn't make it go away, but I don't even communicate with the business/company that we owe the money to.  I also recognize that when I bring our finances "down off the shelf" to take a look at so as to "deal" with it, I can easily and quickly get overwhelmed, and I don't want to do that either.   So, I pray.  I pray for wisdom to know how to take care of the situation - somewhere between ignoring it and getting overwhelmed by it.  Because in either case, I end up not doing anything about it and that definitely isn't taking care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll stop rambling now, but your prayers for wisdom and clarity would be greatly appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Matthew 6:27-29 (New International Version)&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-23310" class="sup"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=47&amp;amp;chapter=6&amp;amp;verse=27&amp;amp;end_verse=29&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=context#fen-NIV-23310a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-23311" class="sup"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. &lt;span id="en-NIV-23312" class="sup"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-2167836749543513178?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2167836749543513178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=2167836749543513178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/2167836749543513178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/2167836749543513178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-worry.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t worry.....&quot;'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-445609471699771535</id><published>2008-12-08T11:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:09:24.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Washing Judas' Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had to share this...it spoke volumes to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Stooped to Conquer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/hgttksyfw_tdzdjlphlkj.html" target="_blank"&gt;LaTan Roland Murphy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We hope you are enjoying the Girlfriends in God daily devotions.  We (Mary, Sharon, and Gwen) would like to introduce you to some of our special friends.  From time-to-time, the Friday devotions will be written by one of our friends in ministry.  We call them our "Friday Friends."  So grab your Bible and a fresh cup of coffee and drink in the words from our "Friday Friend", LaTan Roland Murphy, author of &lt;em&gt;Becoming a Woman of Interior Elegance &lt;/em&gt;and proofreader for Girlfriends in God devotionals. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 5:21 "Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend to Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, they were whispering to one another about the birthday party.  They didn't want me to hear because I am not invited," my daughter said with trembling voice as tears filled her big beautiful eyes. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My heart was breaking in half as I listened to how hurt she was.  "They are my best friends at school, Mom.  Why would they not invite me?" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I reached out to hug her, our arms wrapping around each other tightly as she turned her soft tear stained face toward my neck.  It was a familiar crying spot as she had buried her face there time and time again in the same position since she was a baby.  We helped each other without speaking a word for a while.  Sometimes there are just no words to make things better, so I cried with her.  One week later, while driving our daughter to school, she asked her dad in a quiet voice if he would please stop at the grocery store.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Why DaNae'?  Do you need something for school?" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Well, sort of." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"What do you need, honey, because we are already going to be late." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I need to buy a balloon for someone who is having a birthday party tonight." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Who is it?"  I asked. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Do you remember the girl who was whispering about her birthday party in front of me?  Well, I want to take a balloon to school for her."  I looked over at my husband and he looked at me, each of our hearts melting both with a sense of pride and of sadness.  We knew we had to stop even if it meant we would be late. It was worth it! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Da-Nae' walked happily into the grocery store and in a few moments came running out with a huge grin spread across her seventh grade face. Her balloon was flying high in the air with a pack of chewing gum hanging from the bottom, acting as a weight. She was the happiest girl in the world! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My husband and I were so blessed by our daughter's actions that morning.  She stooped to conquer feelings that could have been filled with anger and hurt.  Some people might ask why she would make a fool of herself after being treated the way she was or how she could lower herself after what her friend had done to her.  When Christ is the center of our lives, He empowers us to do things we could never do in our own human nature.  Our daughter chose not to be a martyr.  She chose to stoop a little so she could rise up on a much higher level.  She chose to reject her sadness about not being invited to the party.  She reaped the blessings of stooping to conquer her emotions and blessed her friend in spite of how she had been treated.  When was the last time you stooped to conquer?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's Pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Jesus, please give me courage to stoop to conquer emotions that are not in perfect alignment with Your plan for me.  Help me to be a woman of character--- submitting to Your leading in my life each day.  Show me how to respond in a Godly way when I am hurt.  Lord Jesus, thank You for stooping to conquer both death and the grave for my salvation.  I pray my life will reflect the gratitude You deserve."  In Jesus' name, Amen. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now It's Your Turn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt will come to each of us.  We can't change that fact.  What we can change is the way we respond to hurtful situations in our lives.  Will we become bitter or better?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Think of a hurt you have carried for a long time.  Think about how it has affected your life.  How did you first respond to the hurt?  What is your response today? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ask the Lord to bind up your wounded heart and heal you completely.  Ask Him to give you such Godly character that every response is in alignment to His perfect will. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Allow Christ to fill all the empty places in your heart  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Understand that by stooping to conquer these emotions, you will defeat the enemy's ploy to destroy and ultimately win over sin! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Accept the truth that we are all made in the image of God and by submitting to one another as the scripture reference reminds us today, we will be reverencing God in the most beautiful way.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-445609471699771535?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/445609471699771535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=445609471699771535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/445609471699771535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/445609471699771535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/washing-judas-feet.html' title='Washing Judas&apos; Feet'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-5707857530629634361</id><published>2008-12-06T12:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:53:14.087-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Chasing the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="text"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;December 4tih Our Daily Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The epic film based on Margaret Mitchell’s novel &lt;i&gt;Gone With the Wind&lt;/i&gt; opens with these lines:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South. Here in this pretty world, Gallantry took its last bow. . . . Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered, a Civilization &lt;i&gt;gone with the wind.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only does a way of life disappear but also the dreams that drive the main characters. Throughout the Civil War, Scarlett O’Hara is preoccupied with her love for Ashley Wilkes. But by story’s end, she is disillusioned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Solomon saw the futility of seeking satisfaction in people and things. Despite amassing wealth and knowledge, completing great projects, and marrying many wives, he said, “All is vanity and grasping for the wind” (Eccl. 1:14).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why does chasing transitory things leave us unfulfilled? The biblical answer is that we were created to find our ultimate fulfillment in God. Jesus promised, “I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly” (John 10:10).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People and things come and go. But the spiritual satisfaction Christ offers sustains us in this world and will endure into eternity.  — &lt;a href="http://rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/Dennis-Fisher.aspx" title="Dennis Fisher"&gt;Dennis Fisher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;center&gt;             &lt;p&gt;What comes from man will never last,&lt;br /&gt;It’s here today, tomorrow past;&lt;br /&gt;What comes from God will always be&lt;br /&gt;The same for all eternity! —Spencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;div class="bold"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Invest your life in what pays eternal dividends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecclesiastes 1:2-9, 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Everything Is Meaningless&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-17293" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; “Everything is meaningless,” says the Teacher, “completely meaningless!”&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-17294" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; What do people get for all their hard work under the sun? &lt;span id="en-NLT-17295" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Generations come and generations go, but the earth never changes. &lt;span id="en-NLT-17296" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; The sun rises and the sun sets, then hurries around to rise again. &lt;span id="en-NLT-17297" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; The wind blows south, and then turns north. Around and around it goes, blowing in circles. &lt;span id="en-NLT-17298" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; Rivers run into the sea, but the sea is never full. Then the water returns again to the rivers and flows out again to the sea. &lt;span id="en-NLT-17299" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; Everything is wearisome beyond description. No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied. No matter how much we hear, we are not content.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-17300" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; History merely repeats itself. It has all been done before. Nothing under the sun is truly new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-17305" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; I observed everything going on under the sun, and really, it is all meaningless—like chasing the wind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/center&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-5707857530629634361?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5707857530629634361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=5707857530629634361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5707857530629634361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5707857530629634361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/chasing-wind.html' title='Chasing the Wind'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-1746828544065841162</id><published>2008-12-03T10:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:12:48.028-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Turkey Stuffing Burgers</title><content type='html'>Well, I felt creative last night.  I grounded up some leftover turkey (about 2 cups was what it came out tobe after I grounded it up) in our magic bullet, and mixed it in with the leftover stuffing (about a cup and a 1/2) and then added 3 eggs to it and some salt and pepper.  I molded the mixture into patties and then baked them at 350 for 25 minutes.  They were actually pretty good!  I put swiss cheese on top of mine.  The kids aren't too fond of stuffing, but they ate most of the burger.  Just another 'leftover' idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-1746828544065841162?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1746828544065841162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=1746828544065841162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/1746828544065841162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/1746828544065841162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/turkey-stuffing-burgers.html' title='Turkey Stuffing Burgers'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-4418349943260820298</id><published>2008-12-02T11:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:23:36.010-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/STVtAwJiZEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3NYjC_jI6cI/s1600-h/SA550691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/STVtAwJiZEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3NYjC_jI6cI/s320/SA550691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275242398226736194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/STVtA6Jp9BI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wal5bvaMqaQ/s1600-h/SA550683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/STVtA6Jp9BI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wal5bvaMqaQ/s320/SA550683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275242400911586322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/STVtAbJfweI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WsTKr357-Ao/s1600-h/SA550687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/STVtAbJfweI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WsTKr357-Ao/s320/SA550687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275242392589418978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/STVtAO141bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Zw3l2BR0p8c/s1600-h/SA550680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/STVtAO141bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Zw3l2BR0p8c/s320/SA550680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275242389285950898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/STVs_4ZehdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_ibx5RcgGLo/s1600-h/SA550673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/STVs_4ZehdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_ibx5RcgGLo/s320/SA550673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275242383261205970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just us on Thanksgiving Day, and you know, for someone who enjoys being around people (especially for Holidays) I was excited that it was just the six of us.  We had a most wonderful meal consisting of ham - major kudos to my Honey!!, loaded mashed potatoes - kudos to CountryCrock!, corn, stuffing, and cranberry sauce.  For desert we made turkeys out of cookies and candies - the idea was from one of Cora's teachers Ms. Madison - thanks!  The kids had a blast, though not many turkeys got fully assembled ;o).  Even though Kennedy didn't get make a cookie, she was scouring the floor for any crumbs that may have fallen.  She is too stinkin smart for our good! (I think that's what I meant to say....well, you know what I mean, I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so how do I get the pictures to post after what I've typed, and then to be able to add a caption to each picture!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-4418349943260820298?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4418349943260820298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=4418349943260820298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/4418349943260820298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/4418349943260820298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-fun.html' title='Thanksgiving Fun!'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/STVtAwJiZEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3NYjC_jI6cI/s72-c/SA550691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-1150491568428620320</id><published>2008-12-02T10:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:53:51.175-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><title type='text'>To Play or NOT to play, that is the question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/kwwkwskbj_rqgkzrvsrmz.html" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was today's "You Make Me Laugh" email from crosswalk.  I found it thoroughly amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/kwwkwskbj_rqgkzrvsrmz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Primer For Accordion Beginners* &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Get an accordion. The cheaper the better because they all sound the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not tell anyone what you have done. It will only cause them to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will find out soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the accordion out of the case and strap it on. It is better if the accordion rests on your chest instead of your back but, for the first few weeks, it doesn't really make that much difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sounds to be produced, three things must happen. The third is the most important:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The bellows must be moving in or out.&lt;br /&gt;2. One or more of the keys or buttons must be pressed.&lt;br /&gt;3. All potential weapons within a one mile radius must be collected and secured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buttons on the left side are chord buttons. The "C" button has a dimple or nipple so you can find it without looking. This is a safety feature. Before it was invented, thousands of accordion players suffered painful and sometimes disabling injuries, much to the delight of the general public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never use more than three buttons. "Professional" accordionists appear to be using lots of buttons but they are actually just desperately trying to find the stupid "C".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, "Professional" means they have learned to smile while they do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the black and white keys. The high notes are at the bottom and the low notes are at the top. That arrangement isn't supposed to make any sense. Accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: If you find the high notes at the top and the low notes at the bottom, you have either put the accordion on upside down or you have tried to repair it yourself. If the former, turn the accordion over. If the latter, pack your accordion up with hundreds of dollars and mail it far away for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue playing until someone begs you to stop or threatens your life, whichever comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the accordion back in its case, order an accordion t-shirt and wear it to your state's Accordion Fest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-1150491568428620320?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1150491568428620320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=1150491568428620320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/1150491568428620320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/1150491568428620320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-play-or-not-to-play-that-is-question.html' title='To Play or NOT to play, that is the question'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-5271463814711233192</id><published>2008-11-26T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:17:46.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dear Lord, &lt;span&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; times of grief, help me remember You are my Hope and You are right there with me.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I pray &lt;span&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; open my eyes and heart to others who are hurting and help me remind them of the&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Hope. Please give me boldness and compassion during this season to introduce the ultimate Hope to others in need of hope. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;In Jesus' Name, Amen&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-5271463814711233192?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5271463814711233192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=5271463814711233192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5271463814711233192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5271463814711233192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayer-for-hope.html' title='Prayer for hope'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-2726664636248969634</id><published>2008-11-25T10:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:57:10.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He still holds My hand</title><content type='html'>Today's 'Our Daily Bread' was based out of Psalm 73.  How often I question just like Asaph - "Why do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;continue to prosper (in monetary wealth)?!"   Oh how I loose sight of the grander picture.   Sometimes it can be so easy for me to throw a pity party.  And that's just it,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'sometimes&lt;/span&gt;' are the times that I take my eyes off of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; prize - my heavenly reward, which will be sufficient beyond words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Stowell expresses it well in a much needed reminder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We all face a variety of issues that threaten to make us stumble. For the psalmist Asaph, seeing the prosperity of the wicked caused him to question the goodness of God. But God squeezed his hand and reassured him that, given the judgment of God, the wicked do not really prosper. True prosperity, the psalmist discovered, was found in the fact that God was always with him: “You hold me by my right hand” (v.23). And just for good measure, God reminded him that He would also guide him through life and ultimately welcome him home to heaven (v.24). How good is that!&lt;p&gt;So, next time you stumble, remember that the powerful hand of God is holding your hand and walking you through life—all the way home!"  — &lt;a href="http://rbc.org/bible-study/strength-for-the-journey/Joe-Stowell.aspx" title="Joe Stowell"&gt;Joe Stowell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-2726664636248969634?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2726664636248969634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=2726664636248969634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/2726664636248969634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/2726664636248969634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-still-holds-my-hand.html' title='He still holds My hand'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-7518274898346247633</id><published>2008-11-21T08:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:08:08.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just keep swimmin, just keep swimmin.."</title><content type='html'>Kennedy is mobile, well, she has been for almost two weeks now.  Though, she hasn't quite got the leg part down.   She still gets around by 'army' crawling.  She also has this 'move' where she appears to be swimming.  What was appropriate, only for our amusement, is that she was on the linoleum floor in the kitchen, so her movements were much more fluid.  She was awfully excited to be going nowhere, for that point in time anyway, it didn't last long.  What's nice about her mobility is that she stays content much longer.  I can only imagine how I would be if I was confined, watch out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my husband came downstairs to leave for work, he stopped by Clara and started singing, "She's got freckle on her, but I love her.."  or, the more commonly punctuated version, "She's got freckles on her butt, I love her..."  Clara kept saying, "No I don't,"  playfully.  Dustin kept singing it, she was getting to the last straw...it hadn't broken yet, but you could tell it would only take a couple more times.  After Dustin sang the lyrics again Clara proceeded with, "I don't have pickles on my butt!"  I seriously need to start a journal of all the things that she says.  It probably wouldn't take long to fill one up. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often, I take for granted what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; has given me, even my legs and definitely my mouth.  Father, I pray that I would be a good steward with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; that I have, currently, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; that You graciously choose to give me.  Lord, I pray that I can effectively teach my children to be content with whatever they have; that we need to store up for ourselves things in heaven, where rust and moth do not destroy.   Thank you Father for all the blessings you've bestowed upon me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-7518274898346247633?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7518274898346247633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=7518274898346247633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/7518274898346247633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/7518274898346247633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-keep-swimmin-just-keep-swimmin.html' title='&quot;Just keep swimmin, just keep swimmin..&quot;'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-5991793574998300448</id><published>2008-11-20T21:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:10:09.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"My 23rd Psalm"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Another awesome email from 'Girlfriends in God.'  It's not the entire email, but it's the part that struck me most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Psalm 23 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lord, You are my Shepherd&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Identity] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I shall not want&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Provision] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You make me lie down in green pastures&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Rest]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You lead me beside the still waters&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Replenishment]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You restore my soul&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Healing]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You lead me in the paths of righteousness&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Guide] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;For Your name's sake&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Purpose]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Strength] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I will fear no evil&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Security]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;For You are with me&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Peace] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Your rod and your staff they comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Deliverer]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Hope] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You anoint my head with oil&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Blessing]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My cup runs over&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Abundance] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Promise]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And I will dwell in the house of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;[You are my Destiny] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;[You are my All in All!]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's Pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Father, in the midst of preparing for the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, I pray that I would constantly be reminded of the truth that it really is all about You. Give me the eyes to see those in need around me.  Give me the heart to reach out to the walking wounded.  Help me recognize and be thankful for the amazing journey this year has been and remember that You have been there every step of the way, through every valley and over every mountain.  I give You praise!  In Jesus' name, Amen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-5991793574998300448?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5991793574998300448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=5991793574998300448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5991793574998300448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5991793574998300448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-23rd-psalm.html' title='&quot;My 23rd Psalm&quot;'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-8239815935661383449</id><published>2008-11-19T10:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:58:44.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Survive or to Live, that is the question</title><content type='html'>My husband's birthday was yesterday and work gave him a visa gift card...that was very sweet!  I don't think he's ever gotten something like that from his place of employment before.  Well, to my surprise, kind of ;o), after Cora and Kelby went  off to school this morning, Clara came to me at the door and said, "Mommy can I watch this?"  She then proceeded to hand me WALL-E.  WALL-E!!??  YAY!!!!  I think it could go without any disagreement, that WALL-E is the family's favorite movie of all time!  So, Clara and I are currently watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was available for purchase starting yesterday and they're selling it at Walmart for $14.97, so for any of you who haven't seen, it is so worth buying!!! And of course for those of you who have seen it....hurry, go buy it before it goes up to $19.97 or whatever they may raise the price to. Dustin was sweet enough to use his birthday money to go get it.   Though,  he didn't need any prompting....that's how good the movie is, to say that it's a family movie is an understatement. It is a classic, and will be a classic, I hope anyway, till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is a line in the movie, that is now my all time favorite line of any movie because it speaks volumes  with so little words.  It's when the Pilot is arguing with "AUTO", the ships auto pilot 'robot', about going back to earth:  "I don't want to survive, I want to live!"    I"m sorry if I gave away a little too much to any of those who haven't seen the movie, but man.   That line, hearing it for the second time, struck a chord in me, all the way down to my heart.  I don't want to survive either!  I want to live! Live for my LORD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will you just survive, or will you choose to live - for a greater purpose?  A purpose that was given to you by your Maker, the maker of heaven and earth and all that is in them (Psalm 146:6).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-8239815935661383449?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8239815935661383449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=8239815935661383449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/8239815935661383449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/8239815935661383449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-survive-of-to-live-that-is-question.html' title='To Survive or to Live, that is the question'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-5395642723981533758</id><published>2008-11-17T22:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:31:23.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Knight in Shining Armor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is an excerpt from a email letter, Girlfriends in God, I get from Crosswalk.com.  Our Prince has come, and He is taking us away to a beautiful castle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a child, I remember reading the story of Snow White and almost crying at the fate of one so lovely.  As an adult, I read the story and realize it is more than a fairy tale: it is our story as well. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Satan was once a lovely prince.  Ezekiel describes him as once being "full of wisdom and perfect in beauty" with every precious stone as his covering.  He was the anointed cherub who was on the mountain of God (Ezekiel 28:12-14).  But pride was his downfall and he wanted to be like God.  As a result, God cast Satan from heaven with one-third of all the angels (Isaiah 14:12-23).  After his downfall, he was no longer the "fairest of them all." Satan, like the cruel and wicked queen, then came after us with the poisoned fruit of disobedience. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But the story of Snow White didn't end with her being caught in the evil spell.  One day, a handsome Prince rode through the forest on his white horse.  When he saw Snow White deep in sleep, he fell in love with her and placed a kiss upon her lips.  When he did, she sat up, blinked her eyes, and sprang to life.  The prince scooped Snow White into his arms and took her off to his castle where they lived happily ever after. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh dear sisters, a handsome prince has come into our lives as well.  His name is Jesus.  Our prince has placed a kiss upon our lips, taken us in His strong arms, and lifted the evil curse. Now when we look into the mirror of God's word and ask, "Who's the fairest of them all?" God answers," You are, my child" -- for He sees the reflection of His Son in our eyes. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"As a child of God&lt;br /&gt;Looks daily into the Word of God&lt;br /&gt;And beholds intently the glory of God&lt;br /&gt;As manifested in the Son of God,&lt;br /&gt;She shall, by the will of God,&lt;br /&gt;Be transformed into the image of God."&lt;br /&gt;~Harry Reeder &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's Pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dear Lord, Thank You for rescuing me from the forces of evil in this world and transferring me to the kingdom of light.  Thank You for breaking the curse that was placed on all mankind due to the disobedience of Adam and Eve in the garden and awaking our dead spirits to newness of life.  I praise You that nothing, absolutely nothing, can separate us from Your love. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In Jesus' name. Amen &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-5395642723981533758?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5395642723981533758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=5395642723981533758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5395642723981533758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5395642723981533758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-knight-in-shining-armor.html' title='Our Knight in Shining Armor'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-9168414832381124307</id><published>2008-11-10T10:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:55:24.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Check</title><content type='html'>Well, that lasted all of about two minutes.  The paint is a white.... it actually says "extra white" on both containers.  Good thing I looked before I started painting.  Man, and I was really looking forward to giving the home a more "clean" look.  I may just have to check into it.  Though, I'm not for sure what the actual color is that is on our walls.... it's almost like an eggshell.... with a tint of pink in it...   might want to be sure on that before I start putting spots of another color over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-9168414832381124307?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9168414832381124307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=9168414832381124307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/9168414832381124307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/9168414832381124307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/rain-check.html' title='Rain Check'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-5509941209474358675</id><published>2008-11-10T10:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:44:16.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Painting We Will Go"</title><content type='html'>Well,  I am going to attempt to touch up the walls.   There are... I think, two 5 gallon drums of paint in our garage.  I hope I can just do a "spot" treatment that won't look spotty.   We shall see.   Wish me luck!   I may just take some pictures too while I'm at it ;oD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-5509941209474358675?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5509941209474358675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=5509941209474358675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5509941209474358675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5509941209474358675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/painting-we-will-go.html' title='&quot;A Painting We Will Go&quot;'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-6933557391156486981</id><published>2008-11-08T14:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:00:21.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing Things?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The 'noises' that we "may or may not" hear are indicators letting us know that something needs our attention.  Our car....our children....our spouse....our LORD.  Notice how when we put off taking care of the 'noises/nudges'  they don't go away or get better..?  I pray that we heed to and take care of them before they "blow up" in our faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dear Lord, I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; to draw my attention to those little noises in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes I get so busy and forget to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; sometimes I hear them but I just ignore them because I don't want to deal with what's not right in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lord, I know those noises are little indicators of bigger problems lurking. Help me to hear them and respond before it's too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In Jesus' Name, Amen&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-6933557391156486981?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6933557391156486981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=6933557391156486981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/6933557391156486981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/6933557391156486981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/hearing-things.html' title='Hearing Things?'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-559198854960788177</id><published>2008-11-06T22:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:59:18.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple "Fall Cleaning" Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear Lord, I want to live free of the junk of sin.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want people to see YOU in me. Forgive me and help me to live according to your Word. In Jesus' Name, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-559198854960788177?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/559198854960788177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=559198854960788177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/559198854960788177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/559198854960788177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/simple-fall-cleaning-prayer.html' title='A Simple &quot;Fall Cleaning&quot; Prayer'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-5326057471425181184</id><published>2008-10-27T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:50:45.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Kids Say the Innocentest...? Things</title><content type='html'>In the process of leaving church yesterday, Dustin was gentlemanly-like and pulled the van up to the side entrance.  I loaded Kennedy into her seat and then went on around to get in, on the front passenger side.  Dustin was laughing when I got in, and I of course asked him what was so funny.  He proceeded to tell me that Clara had gotten upset thinking that he was going to leave Mommy.  He assured her that he wasn't  going to leave Mommy, but that he was going to pick her up.  She then responded with "You can't pick her up, she's too heavy."   Oh sweet girl.  If only she knew her part in me being "too heavy."   That's okay, my chub is a beautiful reminder of the four ornery blessings that God 'knitted' in my womb.  I wouldn't trade my chub for the world! :oD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-5326057471425181184?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5326057471425181184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=5326057471425181184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5326057471425181184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5326057471425181184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/kids-say-innocentest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Innocentest...? Things'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-2597808111921152003</id><published>2008-10-25T11:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:00:44.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do we worship God?</title><content type='html'>This is an excerpt from the booklet to their cd 'Enter the Worship Circle.'  All I have to say is...AMEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do we worship God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worshiping God cannot be borrowed or "faked".  Singing christian songs with enthusiasm is not worship, and neither is bowing reverently in a chapel...they are only outward exercises.  True worship can never be a rehearsal of someone else's experience or tradition...we must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So how do we meet God?  Jesus sums up the radical message of the whole Bible when he says, "Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father" (John 14:9).  He also said that He was THE doorway for us to enter the Presence of God (John 14:6).  However, Jesus didn't speak of a single, momentary encounter with the Presence of God because it was His heart that we learn to have an ongoing, supernatural relationship with... a continual encounter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you exp0eriencing God?  Surely you are not satisfied with only one encounter... one touch!?  Through worship we can interact with God" we can ask Him for help to love Him more, we can reflect His passionate pursuit, we can hunger for more of His presence!  And when He meets us... and we respond with love... then we can truly call it worship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be guilty of being a copycat.  No more, I want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;touch &lt;/span&gt;you for myself!  I am not going to cheat myself any longer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-2597808111921152003?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2597808111921152003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=2597808111921152003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/2597808111921152003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/2597808111921152003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-do-we-worship-god.html' title='How do we worship God?'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-8553184492509899441</id><published>2008-10-25T11:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:47:14.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In light of Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've been on a Waterdeep kick lately.  They are a beautifully gifted christian band.  Their song ' COme Fall on Us (Psalm 50) ' is currently playing and I just totally kicked up the crazy notch dancing in my living room to it.  You Rock God!!  Here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;The mighty One, the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Calls to all the Earth&lt;br /&gt;From the rising of the &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/waterdeep-come-fall-on-us-lyrics.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:orange;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the place it makes its &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/waterdeep-come-fall-on-us-lyrics.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:orange;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls His people&lt;br /&gt;And we will listen&lt;br /&gt;We will not keep silent&lt;br /&gt;'Till we feel the fire again, oh&lt;br /&gt;'Till we feel the fire again, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thankful heart&lt;br /&gt;Prepares the way&lt;br /&gt;For You, my God&lt;br /&gt;A thankful heart&lt;br /&gt;Prepares the way&lt;br /&gt;For You, my God&lt;br /&gt;Come fall on us&lt;br /&gt;We fall on You&lt;br /&gt;A thankful heart&lt;br /&gt;Will be our rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Come fall on us&lt;br /&gt;We fall on You&lt;br /&gt;A thankful heart&lt;br /&gt;Will be our &lt;a id="KonaLink2" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/waterdeep-come-fall-on-us-lyrics.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:orange;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid orange; color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static; background-color: transparent;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="position: relative;" id="preLoadWrap2"&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; z-index: 4000; top: -32px; left: -18px; display: none;" id="preLoadLayer2"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://kona.kontera.com/javascript/lib/imgs/grey_loader.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mighty One, the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Calls to all the Earth&lt;br /&gt;For a heart that would bow down&lt;br /&gt;For a head that he could lift&lt;br /&gt;With eyes of mercy,&lt;br /&gt;A burning &lt;a id="KonaLink3" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/waterdeep-come-fall-on-us-lyrics.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:orange;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid orange; color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static; background-color: transparent;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="position: relative;" id="preLoadWrap3"&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; z-index: 4000; top: -32px; left: -18px; display: none;" id="preLoadLayer3"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://kona.kontera.com/javascript/lib/imgs/grey_loader.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not keep silent&lt;br /&gt;'Till we feel the fire again, no&lt;br /&gt;'Till we feel the fire again, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thankful heart&lt;br /&gt;Prepares the way&lt;br /&gt;For You, my God&lt;br /&gt;A thankful heart&lt;br /&gt;Prepares the way&lt;br /&gt;For You, my God&lt;br /&gt;Come fall on us&lt;br /&gt;We fall on You&lt;br /&gt;A thankful heart&lt;br /&gt;Will be our rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Come fall on us&lt;br /&gt;We fall on You&lt;br /&gt;A thankful heart&lt;br /&gt;Will be our &lt;a id="KonaLink4" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/waterdeep-come-fall-on-us-lyrics.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:orange;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid orange; color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static; background-color: transparent;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me, Call me&lt;br /&gt;Burn me with fire,&lt;br /&gt;Fall on me&lt;br /&gt;Burn me with fire,&lt;br /&gt;Burn me with fire,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, Oh God, Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Burn me with fire&lt;br /&gt;Burn me, burn me, oh God with fire&lt;br /&gt;Burn me, oh God with holy fire&lt;br /&gt;Burn me, oh God with holy fire&lt;br /&gt;Burn me, oh God with holy fire&lt;br /&gt;Burn me, oh God with holy fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-8553184492509899441?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8553184492509899441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=8553184492509899441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/8553184492509899441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/8553184492509899441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-light-of-thanksgiving.html' title='In light of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-4407709097970780009</id><published>2008-10-25T10:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:24:57.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season!  To be Garage Saling!</title><content type='html'>I went to a garage sale yesterday, and boy did I hit the book jackpot!  I bet I got 2 dozen books, it didn't help that the woman who lived in the house was, maybe still is, a teacher.  I also found three skirts and a dress jacket for me.  Plus, I found gifts for Cora and Kelby to give to their teachers for Christmas, and I found the most perfect gift for my brother....unbenounced to me, "Keeping Faith - A Father-Son Story About Love and The United States Marine Corps by John &amp;amp; Frank Schaeffer.  I have never even heard of the book, but I just knew that it was for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note.  I spoke with my brother for the first time since he's gone back out to CA for schooling.  OH yeah, um, my brother is a Marine, that may be a little important to mention for those who don't know ;o).  Okay, back to the phone call, well, let me preface it with; my brother has been dating a girl for almost three years and he proposed to her last Christmas, and they had set a date over the summer - Dec. 27.  So, everybody in our family, except Kennedy, had a role in the wedding.  What a blessing to able to be a little more involved with a special day than just sitting on the sidelines.   When Zack called last, wait, two Tuesdays ago, we were just getting ready to put the kids to bed and Zack called Dustin's cell phone first.  When we didn't answer Dustin's phone Zack called my cell phone.  Dustin went ahead and answered it and told Zack that we'd give him a call back in just a minute, we were praying with the kids.  Zack was like "Well, let me just tell you one thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can stop looking for dresses&lt;/span&gt;."  Okay, well that didn't sound like joyful news.   Zack and Linnea's wedding is...postponed...?  I mean it's cancelled and all, but not necessarily totally out of the picture.  They are wanting to work on their friendship and build that first, and if they both feel like each other is the one that want to spend the rest of their life with, then they will pursue the next level of the friendship.  In the meantime, they've agreed to date other people.  Can I just say that I'm so proud of them!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the whole relationship Zack was getting a horrible case of homesickness.  I mean he was ready to just up and leave Monday night (the night before we talked to him).  Praise be to God that there are wise, Godly men surrounding him out there on campus.  And Zack was in a very vulnerable spot in which Godwas able to use to give Zack the nudge he needed to to search and ask for their wise counsel.    Zack  now is undoubtedly confident in his calling to be a part of the United States Marine Corps, and not only does he not want to come home, but is excited at his new found direction in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a funny way of letting us know what he wants us to do.  And don't be fooled, He is very much a gentleman and does not force us to do anything we don't want to do, but child, your Heavenly Father knows and WANTS what's best for you!  It's just that we think that what we WANT is what we NEED, and totter on the fence between destruction and blessing.   He is not going to give you anything that you can't handle, except that which we cannot do on our own.  Call Christ a crutch is you may, but in case you haven't evaluated this world lately, we're a pretty broken people.  Oh, there are plenty of things that we can do, but there are plenty more things that God CAN do through us.  He CAN DO what He SAYS that He can do!  And I haven't known God to be much of a promise breaker, in fact, there is not a single promise that he has left unkept.  Praise and Glory be to Him, the Maker of the heavens and the earth, and the Potter who saw purpose in me before I was even a thought to my parents, despite my cracks and my faded, warn out color.  Thank you Jesus!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-4407709097970780009?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4407709097970780009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=4407709097970780009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/4407709097970780009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/4407709097970780009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/tis-season-to-be-garage-saling.html' title='Tis the Season!  To be Garage Saling!'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-5789242144928458499</id><published>2008-10-23T10:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:43:36.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"No Small Affair"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This article is one that I subscribe to from Crosswalk.com - Encouragement for Today.  Wow!  I am SO guilty of placing these 'love expectations' onto my husband.  It's SO NOT FAIR to him!  He's never going to be exactly what I need when I need it - ALL the time.  Dustin,  I'm SO SORRY!!  I caught a glimpse of this truth a while back, but it didn't stick as much as it needed to.  I pray that the LORD will take hold of my heart.  I need to do my part and remind myself of this truth EVERY day - saying it OUT LOUD - proclaiming it,  1 Corinthians 13:4-8.  As Lysa sheds light onto this scripture passage...a perspective I had never even contemplated,  that this passage is speaking of CHRIST'S LOVE for US!   I am able to grow deeper in love with my Bridegroom, and release the unfair expectations on my husband.  Now, of course that doesn't give the Hubby a free pass, but it allows me to get out of the way of what Christ is trying to grow in Dustin.  Wives, we can be a stumbling block (well, even a mountain)  to our husbands and not even know it!  We NEED to take hold of the truth that God has given us in His Word, that only He can satisfy us, perfectly and completely.  And let go of our husbands, or whoever we may have these unfair expectations on, so that they can experience God's perfect and complete love for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Thank you Lysa, for sharing what God has shown to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134);font-family:Arial;" &gt;No Small Affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 134, 57);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crosswalkmail.com/bnphgzrgp_hkdbsjpswb.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 134, 57);"&gt;Lysa TerKeurst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 63, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 63, 0); font-style: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 63, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 63, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;1 Corinthians 13:6 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 63, 0); font-style: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(134, 46, 134);font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Devotion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A few years ago, I sat with a beautiful young woman and watched the tears stream down her face. Six months before our meeting, her world was filled with so much -- a loving husband, a healthy toddler, and fun friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some part of her heart still felt restless, unsettled, and a little empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started to feel detached from her husband and disappointed in their relationship. &lt;em&gt;Why couldn't he make her feel loved? Wasn't he supposed to right her wrongs, fill up her insecurities, and give her a lasting feeling of love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then one day she met a man who said things she'd longed to hear her husband say. He made her feel pretty and witty. Soon, she rationalized that she'd never really loved her husband in the first place.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A web of lies was spun. She fell into the arms of the other man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had not wanted to come to the women's retreat. She knew it might make her feel guilty and she was past having any guilty feelings. She was just waiting for the right time to leave her husband and start over with the new love of her life. But her friends had started to grow suspicious of her pulling back from so many church activities. So, to appease them, she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the weekend, the walls she'd so carefully constructed to keep everyone at a distance and her secret safe started to crumble. By Saturday night, she sat down with me and confessed her affair. She desperately wanted to know how I felt so full of God's love. She was now convinced it wasn't the love of another man her heart craved; it was the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing love outside the will of God invites the exact opposite of love into our lives. 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8 is picture of God's perfect love. It is patient. It is kind. It does not envy... it is not self-seeking... it does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth... it always protects... it always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The things we chase in this world are opposite from God's love. False attempts at love will make us impatient, unkind, envious, self-seeking, resistant to the truth, reckless and temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13 is not a description of what is inherently ours when we fall in love with another person. It is a description of God's love. This kind of love can be ours as we become more Christ-like. It is never focused inwardly. It is never about what I'm going to get from another person. It is deciding that this is the kind of love I will give away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am challenged by this. Because our souls were designed for God's fulfilling love, if we aren't staying closely connected to Him everyday, our hearts will start to feel empty. Restless. Unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us never get to the place where we think we are strong enough to not be tempted in this way. If we are all completely honest, we are only a few bad decisions away from the same kind of mess my sweet friend is now trying to untangle herself from. While I have complete hope in God's ability to restore her, the consequences of her chase for love will be severe on many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of love our souls crave will never be found in the things of this world. Lasting and perfectly satisfying love will only be found when we stop chasing the wrong kind of love and start living out the truths of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 63, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Dear Lord, help me rest in the security of Your love.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Make me wise in how I guard my heart.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;May I never get lured into any kind of worldly, fake love.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But if I ever start to get drawn away, God surround me with people who are bold enough to speak truth into my life. In Jesus' Name, Amen&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-5789242144928458499?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5789242144928458499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=5789242144928458499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5789242144928458499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/5789242144928458499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-small-affair.html' title='&quot;No Small Affair&quot;'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-7421266510544988104</id><published>2008-10-22T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:46:50.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transgender?</title><content type='html'>Apparently I clicked on the 'male' circle instead of the 'female' one when choosing my gender in my profile.  Well, I must say, being a male wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be.   But to be  honest, I really didn't give it a fair chance ;o). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Nick and Willy's pizza is pretty stinkin good.  That's what we had for dinner at church tonight.  Oh yeah, and that oh so wonderful strawberry applesauce.  The kind where you just add the strawberry jell-o powder to regular applesauce.  Mmmm, one of my kids' favorites too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words, Beth Moore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing woman of God!  She has a fire for God that is, to say the least, contagious.   The  class that I am going through on Wednesday nights is one of Beth Moore's bible studies - Believing God.  Beth explains what it means to really, truly believe God - it is a present-active-participle verb.  It doesn't just involve our minds and hearts, but our hands and mouths as well.  God is using Beth and this study to do some major reconstructing in my life - enter the chaos mentioned in my previous entry.  Yes, 'fall cleaning' has commenced.  God is cleaning, organizing, getting rid of and restoring pieces of my life.  And oh man, is there some dust flying.   Not to mention the areas of my life that are needing to be restored,  and sometimes you have to tare down before you can build it back up.  Taring down doesn't exactly promote warm fuzzy feelings.  But I know and trust that whatever I have to go through will be worth going through because the ends will justify the means.  God is in control and He always wants what's best for me, no matter if I understand why He has to do it the way He does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-7421266510544988104?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7421266510544988104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=7421266510544988104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/7421266510544988104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/7421266510544988104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/transgender.html' title='Transgender?'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8249844393754721246.post-3302072363114000869</id><published>2008-10-22T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:55:19.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace amongst the chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How about that for a first entry.  It's the simplest way I can explain what is going on with me, currently.  Better yet, let me share with you the words to a song that goes beyond the simple words in the title of this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever You're Doing&lt;/span&gt; by Sanctus Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;It�s time for healing, time to move on,&lt;br /&gt;it�s time to fix what�s been broken too long&lt;br /&gt;Time to make right what has been wrong;&lt;br /&gt;it�s time to find my way to where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;There�s a wave that�s crashing over me, and all I can do is surrender &lt;br /&gt;Whatever You�re doing inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like chaos, but somehow there�s peace&lt;br /&gt;And it�s hard to surrender to what I can�t see, but I�m giving in to something heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a milestone, time to begin again, re-evaluate who I really am&lt;br /&gt;Am I doing everything to follow Your will or just climbing aimlessly over these hills?&lt;br /&gt;So show me what it is You want from me&lt;br /&gt;I give everything � I surrender &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to face up, clean this old house&lt;br /&gt;Time to breathe in and let everything out that I�ve wanted to say for so many years&lt;br /&gt;Time to release all my held back tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever You�re doing inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like chaos, but I believe �&lt;br /&gt;You�re up to something bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;Larger than life, something heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever You�re doing inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like chaos, but now I can see&lt;br /&gt;This is something bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;Larger than life&lt;br /&gt;Something heavenly, something heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to face up, clean this old house&lt;br /&gt;Time to breathe in and let everything out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch the youtube video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06AgY5Xoavw"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8249844393754721246-3302072363114000869?l=crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3302072363114000869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8249844393754721246&amp;postID=3302072363114000869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/3302072363114000869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8249844393754721246/posts/default/3302072363114000869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywomanaftergodsheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/peace-amongst-chaos.html' title='Peace amongst the chaos'/><author><name>alanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250571155722492715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qlAf2eXnMOQ/SP-jzGbauSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7SRWIiKRdA/S220/SA550446.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
