“Worry Becomes Worship”

I know that for me, like probably many of you, the past few weeks have been been filled with some fear and and worry. Worry for our country. Worry for friends and family. It’s so easy to get caught up in the news reports.  Sometimes, I can’t tear myself away from the breaking news reports. I suppose I think if I sit there or listen long enough, eventually someone will come on the TV and say, “We are sorry, but it’s all been a mistake and we have misreported. It was just a movie set.” Continue reading

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Hide it Under A Bushel, NO!…

…I’m gonna let it shine. Hide it under a bushel NO! I’m gonna let it shine. Let it shine! Let it shine! Let it shine!

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(Disclaimer: This is my personal blog page. I have my own personal opinions. You have yours. You have the right, just as I, to have your own blog page and to voice your own opinions. This post is not a debate about HB2.  This post was written in love and with a kind heart. With that being said, know this above all else, you are loved. God loves you and I do too. ) Continue reading

Entering His Presence

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I’ve learned a lot over the past few months. One thing I’ve learned; praise Him.  I’ve learned to praise Him no matter where I am. No matter what is going on. No matter what I’m doing. Praise Him when things are great. Praise Him when things are, well…not so great.  Praise Him in the morning, noon and evening. Praise Him in my rising, praise him in my lying down. Praise Him in my coming in. Praise Him in my going out.  The more you praise Him, the more you want to praise Him. Praising Him becomes your first language. You find yourself talking to Him and praising Him without even recognizing that you’re doing it.  It is what we were born to do. I’m reminded of a little chorus we sang as children, “Praise Him. Praise Him. Praise Him in the morning, Praise Him in the noon time. Praise Him. Praise Him. Praise Him when the sun goes down.”    Continue reading

When Your World Gets Gnarly

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I will be the first to admit that I’m a worry wart. When my world gets gnarly, (difficult or challenging) I worry. When things are out of my control, I worry.  When I can’t please everyone, I worry. When other people’s lives are out of control, I worry.  We all pretty much know that worry in itself is sinful. God is pretty clear in His Word that we are not to worry. If we believe His Word is true then why do we allow ourselves to succumb to it?  It really all boils down to a lack of faith.

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“Embracing” Change

In light of 2015 being a year of major change, some expected, some unexpected, I have decided to “embrace” change, accept it for what it is, grow from it and apparently take on some more.  I’m doing several different challenges this year.  I am doing a penny challenge. The concept is to  put a penny in a jar for every day of the week. Day 1, 1 penny, Day 2, 2 pennies. Today is day 12 and that’s 12 pennies.    Get it?  At the end of the year I should have over $600.00. I know!  Exciting. Continue reading

“He Taught Us to Love”

 

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A few days ago I posted about song lyrics. It was about a lyric in “Winter Wonderland.” This one is a verse in “O Holy Night.” Everyone knows the first verse like the back of their hand.  The other verses are a little harder to remember. The third verse is the one I want to talk about today. I think that sometimes we sing “church” songs so often and repetitively that we don’t even know what we’re singing.  We don’t listen to the words. We just stand and sing because that’s what we’re supposed to do, but we need to “hear” the words to these wonderful songs. Songs that were inspired.  Songs that were written from despair and heartache to blessings and joy. God uses His people to share from their hearts what He has done in their lives.  You can read the story of “O Holy Night” here.   Continue reading

The Light of the World

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I remember a particular Christmas song that we sang at the church where I grew up. It came to mind last week as I was thinking about the shootings and act of terrorism in San Bernardino, California, the home invasion and murder of Amanda Blackburn, a pregnant mother and pastor’s wife and the home invasion, assault and burglary of a 74 year old lady in our own town. I could go on and on.
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