tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83013411938752701492024-03-08T13:57:29.179-06:00at the feetatthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301341193875270149.post-10218429150107793892011-10-19T21:34:00.000-05:002011-10-19T21:34:55.863-05:00in the overflowIf I could worship, bow down in song and praise, every day, all day. I would be there.<br />
I honeslty think it's by God's grace that I am able to step out of that place and talk to other people, love on other people and tell others about Him. <br />
Because I know, that the amazing goodness I feel, the peace that comes in my time in the quiet with him, when my heart is bursting with song, if it didn't lift, I would stay, probably never eat, nada. <br />
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I've been so overwhelmed by the overflow of God recently. How good, good good His goodness is.<br />
That I have found Him in the quiet, though I can not stay everyday all day, I will one day get ten fold what I expierince now.... uncomprehendable, but in the overflow of the queit place, I get days of overflow. Moments in my day when I can feel the overflow. I get to speak without confidence in my own flesh, but standing in awe and what just came out of my mouth, of what was just reminded to me through the overflow. <br />
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Matthew 7:23<br />
I never knew you- depart from me.<br />
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whatdda who? You never knew me God?! I told tons of people about you, saw demons leave people, I did might works in Your name!<br />
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The overflow.<br />
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Bathing in His goodness, in His discipline, learning, correcting, teaching, bending, pouring out love. Finding identity, standing in who He and what He has called you to be.<br />
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There are so many things Christians can argue about, scipture, how to enterpert this, how to go about doing this, how to view that. But if you are not living in the overflow of the quiet place, then how empty will you become with all these things.<br />
In the joy of His presence is peace, understanding, overflow.<br />
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I would stay in the joy of His presence, in the correction of His voice, because I know He is drawing me closer to Him in his discipline and His joy. I get to know Him more, push through more to see His face. Though the world, the church, may never see me, He see's me. He knows me. And one day when I stand in front of Him, in awe, in joy, in utter excitement, in release of everything unknown that I will hold onto until eternity, from the overflow, from not my goodness, not my great works, not my amazing purity, heart or devotion, but from His love, power and steadfastness. I will be held in my last spout of weakness, comforted by His overwhelming overflowing strenght.<br />
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If I could lay it all down, I would, but I know I'll stand before God one day, defeated by my flesh, in sorrow that I could not give him SO much more, because He is SO worthy. He will wipe away my last tear.<br />
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Here I live. Here You are giving me breath. Lord, may I always overflow, though I'm sure there will be days when I am empty, when I doubt, when I am afriad and You in your steadfast fierceness and love for me, will come, wipe it all away. Rescue me and stand me up. Because I am your daughter.<br />
And there I will live in the overflow.atthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301341193875270149.post-65218781459565833922010-12-23T11:48:00.001-06:002010-12-23T11:48:33.468-06:00reality<span style="font-size: x-small;">One word I really don't like is <strong>reality</strong>. Reality is the state of things as they actually exist, rather than as they may appear or may be thought to be. When most people refer to reality they refer to what they can see.I know there has been a supernatural stir in me to not live realistically, to not live in a way that is safe, secure, promising of success. All of these things mean more from me, more work from me and this is not what I desire.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">The promises of the King have been instilled within side of me. <strong>Kingdom reality.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I have been reminding myself frequently of a week in my life with the Lord when He began to show me the supernatural reality of this world. That what I was viewing as reality, was indeed not. This specific week my mind was being blown internally as the Lord would speak to me while my friends were sick (headache, stomach ache nothing big), showing me that it is something beyond a mere stomach ache that is hurting them, that indeed it is the hand of satan. Ever since I have been stirred up to victory in the face of any illness. I have been undergoing many trials as of late forcing me to face the thoughts of man on this subject, and often feeling defeated. But with the kindness of my Father as I face Him he reminded me what He showed me, to stand strong and not waver in my steps towards His righteousness. I am learning and am sure I will always be learning, but through these failures and reminders such hope gets stirred up in me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I want to break out of every form of reality, but I know as long as I live on this planet I shall be forced with people who take reality as law, even when they proclaim Jesus as Lord. I know there will be persecutions for living this way, that is a reality that has already been defeated by Jesus and Heaven; desiring to live with my reality as heaven, because in that reality Jesus always has victory. Always, without fail. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I am called to defeat reality.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">to always give and not refuse to borrow. Matthew 5:43</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">to love my enemies and those who persecute me." 5:44</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">to <strong>not</strong> lay myself treasures on earth, but in heaven. " 6:19</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">to <strong>not</strong> worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will be anxious about itself. " 6:34</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">to <strong>not</strong> judge, for with that judgement I will be judged. " 7:1</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">to ask, know it will be given me, seek and I will find, knock, and it will be opened. " 7:7</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Still, I am learning. I am excited to admit that I am weak. That I get to learn, lean, trust, hope in the Almighty God. That Jesus always grows larger as my hunger for him increases. That I fail, that Jesus never fails.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Your Kingdom come, Your will be done. On Earth as it is in Heaven.</span>atthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301341193875270149.post-83207880061729816752010-11-25T19:19:00.002-06:002010-11-26T00:33:22.766-06:00having a voice.<span style="font-size: x-small;">I desire to have something to say, but the more I try to find something... the less I have to say.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Everytime I get in the quiet place, I think... "oh! wouldn't someone else love to hear that!" Then I get to the point of sitting down and writing it out and it loses its gumption.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">What I'm learning is that I was made for love. Having a voice isn't what I'm meant to have. Christ is what I get, what I have dwelling in me. The paper doesn't contain the words I hear because they are so sweetly and soley for me that they are not able to be spoken. Words are emotionless, the Holy Spirit is the revealer of the deeper things in words. So rather then living to spread a word, I shall live to spread the Spirit, to embody every moment of glory in the quite and release that moment to the constant buzz of the world.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Man, Jesus is sooo good.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Man, stop trying so hard, just rest, be loved, then go, go love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">having love</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">embracing love</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">be </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agdJgl8jJZw&feature=related"><span style="font-size: x-small;">free</span></a>atthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301341193875270149.post-47589656859561206242010-10-01T17:35:00.001-05:002010-10-01T17:37:48.339-05:00sweet sky.<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">May I pray as you say.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">This picture that is the banner of my blog isn't just any ol' sunset.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">It is a reminder to me, that when we pray, in our meekest moments, God opens the heavens.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Two summers ago I worked at a lovely camp out in Deerwood, MN. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">This specific thursday afternoon I was lifeguarding, no one was coming down to swim because </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">this week had been gloomy. Sitting out on my raft, staring at the amazing scenery around me I </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">so desired to see a sunset, to have a sunset canoe paddle. So, from my desire, I asked God for</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">a susnet. About 40 min later open swim was closed and on my way in I asked the head lifeguard if </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">she thought there was any hope in having a sunset that night to take the campers out on the lake. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">She, with no doubt in her statement, commented on the weather to come and how it was not likely at all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">So I went ahead and planned to play sand volleyball with the youth instead of canoe. Fast forward to our </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">evening game of volleyball. Somewhere in the middle of our game I'm on the sidelines getting lost in </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">conversation </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">with the tree's and grass when I look to the sky, and in awe begin to admire the lovely colors </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">of the sky. When i realize..</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">the sky.... is colorfull!?!? Immediately I realzie what has happened, yell for all </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">the campers to stop playing and go change </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">and meet me down at the boat house. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">It was deffinetly a throne room moment. When I realized that God has parted the skies for us. So on our </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">canoes we paddled out to the middle of the lake. Where we all stared in awe of the beauty that we had been </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">given. Huddling the canoes together, I began to speak a word to these campers, and at some point </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">mentioning that I had prayed for this sunset and as soon as I said this, most of them began noting how </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">sweet is was that God HAD answered my prayers, their faith deffineitly lifted mine up at that moment </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">opening my eyes to the significant beauty that had been given to us. All around the lake, we could see for miles, </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">were the dark clouds that you can see around where they had parted. The clouds had literally parted perfectly </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">over the camp and stopped not to far above where the photo shows.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">If only I had the faith to pray for a sight the size of a sunset every day.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">May I pray as you say.</span>atthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301341193875270149.post-23545740585740539962010-09-26T22:14:00.002-05:002010-11-26T00:35:58.210-06:00nothing compares<span style="font-size: x-small;">to often i am to close to this world.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">a very large part of my wants to be friends with so many people,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">to reach out and love my sisters and brothers, to allow people to see </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">who i am. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">constantly i am broken into peices as i sit, stare and gawk at the </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">relationships that are forming around me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">everyday i realzie how much i was not born into this world, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">that in my newness i was born into a world that is very much separate from</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">from who i now am.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">in these moments of realization i couldn't be more happy, feel more full,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">know that i am complete when i shut my eyes and allow myself to escape into</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">the only relationship worthy of every moment of my time.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">i've been allowed to see the heart of women, of men of myself. to know that when i just want to</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">shreek about the glorious relationship i have that many, often myself, will look at me oddly,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">question my love with scripture, urge me to examine myself.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">psht, i say. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">i'm going to go absolute, insanely so far out there crazy.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">as i humble myself in admitting my own pride, inability and lack of friends.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">as i cling to the one who gave it all, for me, who has equipped me for each moment,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">who desires to know me utmostly.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">so i dare to pray to know God like Adam knew God.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">because you will always let me down.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">you, woman, will never listen to me as much as i need to be listened to.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">you, teacher, will never allow me to do as my heart fully desires.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">you, husband, will spit in my face when i most needed a kiss.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">you, human, man and woman. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">"i've tasted Your glory, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">and i left it there,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">you poured out Your mercy,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">and i didn't care.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">still You loved me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">nothing compares to what You've done for me."</span><br />
<a href="http://vimeo.com/3806452"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Prodigal- by Michael Gungor Band</span></a>atthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301341193875270149.post-77741341066101182962010-09-25T12:33:00.001-05:002010-09-25T12:34:15.900-05:00<a href="http://www.worldchallenge.org/node/9720"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Father's Love by David Wilkerson World Challenge</span></a>atthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301341193875270149.post-74170437438392350372010-09-18T22:39:00.003-05:002010-11-26T00:37:00.383-06:00everything within.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong>I love being full with the glory.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">There is <u>no</u> love greater then this.</span>atthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301341193875270149.post-2545041947417970222010-09-14T22:30:00.001-05:002010-11-26T00:36:30.551-06:00Over there <span style="font-size: xx-small;">let us//</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">break free of the mindset of this world.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">cast down the idols of this world.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">not be content with the world as it is.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">see the beauty within each soul.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> speak the words You speak.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> do the works You see done.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">incterceed the breaking of chains on lives.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> not become content</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">desire soooo muuuchhh more</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">walk in the ways of righteousness</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">understand the words you speak to us</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">TRUElllly hear you voice</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">step out of our own expectations</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">purge ourselves of our own schedule</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">not be hindered by the spirits of this world</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">be encouraged by the grace and mercy You give us</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">walk as citizens of heaven</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">redound in praise and honor and glory at the name of Jesus Christ</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">be crazy- not caring if we lose anything on this earth</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">love out loud</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">and offensively.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: xx-small;">Amen</span></span></div>atthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301341193875270149.post-16717866932187071702010-09-08T14:42:00.000-05:002010-09-08T14:42:23.879-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">i'm so glad i get to meet Johnny Cash one day.</span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"I, as a believer that Jesus of Nazareth, a Jew, the Christ of the Greeks, was Anotinted One </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">of God (born of the seed of David, upon faith as Abraham had faith, and it was accounted to him for righteousness), am grafted onto the true vine, and am one of the heirs of God's covenant with Isreal"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"What?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"I'm a Christian," I said. "Don't put me in another box."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">[Johhny Cash and an outsider]</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">via <em>Man In White</em></span></div>atthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301341193875270149.post-73720880327030520832010-09-07T18:24:00.000-05:002010-09-07T18:24:15.565-05:00<div style="text-align: justify;">what's the deal world?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">what's up with your ideals?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">what's up with your ways?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i'm kinda pretty, fully almost ready to target it, </div><div style="text-align: justify;">down right sick of the crap that the world spews.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i'm so glad that i have victory. i'm so sad that</div><div style="text-align: justify;">others are full of <em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Irony</span></em>:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">The use of words to convey a meaning that </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"> is opposite of it's literal meaning.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">by a grace much larger then i can ever imagine </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">i hope that i can convey a heart that is trying to</div><div style="text-align: justify;">as offensively as possible show love.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">stare into the eyes of a man and you surely will see the pride inside</div><div style="text-align: justify;">stare into the eyes of a woman and you surely will see the pride inside</div><div style="text-align: justify;">stare into their eyes hard enough and you will eventually see the life inside</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">all of creation groans for the sons of man to be revealed</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Romans 8:19</span></div>atthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301341193875270149.post-12194122549029035252010-09-06T20:51:00.001-05:002010-09-06T21:22:19.076-05:00be free<span style="font-size: 85%;">I'm glad to know love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">To feel the presence of love sitting by my side.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">I want so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">desperately</span> to know who I am. To spew out the words that are given to me, to behold the glory that is been placed upon me. So often I feel shame in being who I am, but when I'm alone, in the space between my eye's and eyelids I feel so free. Every tear that creeps out, may they show the reflection of what is going on inside, may they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">release</span> and set free the captive one that has been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">harboring</span>. The one Holy in being, precious in presence, gentle in his abiding yolk, may He be revealed, may He be allowed to speak, may He move the mountains. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">May He stain the aged, worn, becoming, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">beloved</span>, undeserving folk from youth to worn. May He be allowed in the space between your eye's and eyelids. Don't be afraid to blink. For there is no amount of darkness that can overcome the light.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">I'm so glad to know Love.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">May I know it more.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">You too.</span>atthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301341193875270149.post-77017492340635032402010-08-16T22:59:00.000-05:002010-08-16T23:19:38.527-05:00My seventy-six year old roomate- formed from a quote via Beth herselfHer name is Beth.<br /><br />She prefers me to call her my, "lifepartner".... but not in those kinda connotations, "I'll be your partner in Christ... not crime, but Christ!"<br /><br />"Brooke! remind me never agian to go to that Chinese!"<br /><br />These are all things she has JUST said to me...<br /><br />This is who I get to live with. Wide smile, big eyes, craazzy hair. I love her.<br /><br />Why is she seventy-six years old? (you may ask)<br /><br />"Because I like the idea of being on a potch in an old rocking chair, screaming at the birds and children"- Beth (in love.. all old people scream, they can't hear well enough)- my own addition<br /><br />Then she has random revelations on actually being seventy-six and how I will be bringing her prune cookies to prevent the intestinal difficulties that comes with old age.<br /><br />So really, I just couldn't think of anything to blog about....I mean if Beth wasn't here yacking, in her truely lovely yackin' abilites that I am constantly being blessed by, I may have been able to find something to deeply speak about.<br /><br />Yup, I thought that I would actually try to post something once a month since I started and I seriously used to be a legit writer- I suppose if it's meant to reveal itself again it will, in time and in God's glorious will.<br /><br />Well, Beth is littlerally bug zappin' me via noises to pull me out of the computer.<br /><br />OOOOFFFF to the old fart land I go.<br /><br />Until next time,<br />I'm Mr. Rodgers...<br />Goodnight.atthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301341193875270149.post-55842538906636710302010-05-06T10:28:00.000-05:002010-05-06T11:15:50.969-05:00Everyday I realize how unique each one of us truely is<br />and how important it is to honor each ones uniqueness.<br /><br />When honor is omitted, problems occur:<br /><br />1) The person who is not being honored is not going to feel<br />confident to be who God made them to be.<br /><br />2) The person who is not honoring is also going to have a really<br />hard time finding out who they are in Christ.<br /><br />Main point: God is being put out by our inability to be comfortable with our<br />gifted bro's and sis's.<br /><br />1 Peter 2:16-17<br />"Live as free men, yet without using your freedom as a pretext for evil; but live as servants of God. Honor all men. Love the brotherhood. Fear Good. Honor the emperor."<br /><br />I heard in a teaching that the emperor Peter is choosing to honor here, is the one who killed him.<br /><br />Blessed are the poor, Blessed are those who mourn, Blessed are the meek, Blessed are those who hunger and thrist for righteousness, blessed are the merciful, Blessed are the pure in heart, Belssed are the peacemakers, Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, Blessed are <u>you</u> when men revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil agains you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for so men persecutes the prophets who were before you. Matthew 5:3-13 "The Beatitudes."<br /><br />Check your beatitudes.<br />Become selfless for His sake.atthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301341193875270149.post-91768997911948733062010-03-14T01:10:00.000-06:002010-03-14T01:31:52.571-06:00are you listening?Remember those days when you just<br />can't<br />seem<br />to<br />hear<br />what anyone is saying, people start <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">chuckling</span>... your brain starts listening less. Good, because your experience(s) can help you understand a revelation I had today at work.<br /><br />I think I was probably one of those days where I am just lost in my mind, trying to connect the dots to an end. Well, near the end of the work day I had yet another, "what did you just say?" moment. This one happened to really catch my attention as I was scrubbing a few dishes and realized I thought I heard one of my coworkers say, "this takes four arms to do." Now oddly enough I have had many a "ahhh" moments at the deli sink and here was another.<br />In my brain, as I was asking my coworker what she had just said, God began shouting...<br /><br />"are you listening?!".<br />I stoped and let Him speak.<br /><br />I realized, as I actually have for awhile now, but more clearly today that I wasn't, that in trying to find out what I was to do with my summer, my future, my tomorrow and next wednesday... I wasn't listening too well. God speaks. The world... well, the world doesn't speak as gently as Him.<br /><br />Pause.<br /><br />It's crazy how simple the things that are being spoken to us are, once we truely listen.atthefeethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11516198031670274061noreply@blogger.com2