tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77511918501851808352024-03-06T00:32:17.265-05:00By the WayAnd the lord said to the bondman, Go out into the ways and fences and compel to come in, that my house may be filled. Luke 14:23 The Darby TranslationDaughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-17617006429580964782015-04-14T15:39:00.001-04:002015-04-14T15:39:49.978-04:00Come Drink Freely<div><br></div><div><div><p class="meanings-body" style="clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); margin-left: 24.609375px; margin-right: 6.140625px;"><span class="def" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The woman had came to the well, little did she know who she would meet that day. Her need or want at that moment was to simply fill her water pot and be about her business. Anyway, why would this Jewish man ask her for a drink? Then even stranger, say if she had known who he was she would have asked him for a drink. If she had asked (would ask) he would have given her living water... (John 4:7-10)</span></span></p><p class="meanings-body" style="clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); margin-left: 24.609375px; margin-right: 6.140625px;"><span class="def" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As a counselor, I offer hear people say "if only God would speak to me". So often I have prayed that people would hear the Holy Spirit speaking into their lives. He speaks through His Word, through others, through our circumstances, through our heart's yearning and so many other ways. </span></span></p><p class="meanings-body" style="clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); margin-left: 24.609375px; margin-right: 6.140625px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="def" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I am reminded today that the </span></span>Holy Spirit does come to us, wooing and courting us. In a sense, God makes us yearn for a better way, a better life. </span></p><p class="meanings-body" style="clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); margin-left: 24.609375px; margin-right: 6.140625px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Let me leave us with two things I believe that God has given me.</span></p><p class="meanings-body" style="clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); margin-left: 24.609375px; margin-right: 6.140625px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"If we are Christ followers, then He is in every part (every place, every step) of our lives. We must simply learn to acknowledge His presence."</span></p><p class="meanings-body" style="clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); margin-left: 24.609375px; margin-right: 6.140625px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And as I said earlier - <span class="def" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">the </span></span>Holy Spirit does come to us, wooing and courting us but... He will not force Himself upon us. Jesus waited to be asked by the woman at the well. Only if we ask Him can we be given the living water. </span></p><p class="meanings-body" style="clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); margin-left: 24.609375px; margin-right: 6.140625px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">An Old saying that we might apply here: </span></p><h1 style="padding: 2pt 2pt 4px 3.0625px; margin-top: 2px;"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.</span></h1><p class="meanings-body" style="clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); margin-left: 24.609375px; margin-right: 6.140625px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We must choose to both ask and drink what He so freely offers us.</span></p><p class="meanings-body" style="clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); margin-left: 24.609375px; margin-right: 6.140625px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="meanings-body" style="clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); margin-left: 24.609375px; margin-right: 6.140625px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Going to get myself a drink of that Living Water,</span></p><p class="meanings-body" style="clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); margin-left: 24.609375px; margin-right: 6.140625px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="meanings-body" style="clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); margin-left: 24.609375px; margin-right: 6.140625px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="meanings-body" style="clip: rect(auto, auto, auto, auto); margin-left: 24.609375px; margin-right: 6.140625px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br><br>Sent from my iPad</span></div></div>Daughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-31168813492074396882014-08-04T13:58:00.000-04:002014-08-04T13:58:23.953-04:00Quiet YouThe LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing."<br />
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Ever had those days when your emotions just seem to run wild? You know what I mean, for no apparent reason you wake feeling sad or empty. The more you try to figure out "what in the world is going on", the sadder or emptier you feel.<br />
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Feeling this way isn't necessarily wrong but there is a better way! Trust in The Lord, take Him at His word. His word says that He will quiet you with His love. Don't know about you but that sounds like an extremely good promise to grab onto...<br />
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Picture with me for a moment or two, the love between a mom and her baby. The house would be quiet, so early in the morning, except for the uncontrollable crying of her baby. She has tried everything; changing the diaper, a warm bottle of milk, a favorite rattle but all to no avail. The rocking chair in the corner looks inviting as she picks up the crying child and begins to gently rock to and fro. Soon the baby is snuggling silently against her chest and all seems well once again! Her love has quieted the cries.<br />
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I leave you now with that mental picture as I see the rocker and my Heavenly Father calling me to snuggle against Him as He quiets me with His love.<br />
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Daughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-10350837681991716712014-03-17T10:33:00.001-04:002014-03-17T21:48:01.392-04:00Make a Eternal DifferenceA brand new week, a brand new day is upon us. What will we do or say this week, this day that will <strong><u>make a eternal difference </u></strong>in our little part of this world?<br />
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Yesterday, Pastor Kemp spoke of each of us being a shepherd. He challenged us, as Christians, to dust off our pulpits for those who matter more in our life. Asking us to go the extra mile, he challenged us to broadening the circle of our influence. His message (based on John chapter 10) was to convince us to become a shepherd like Jesus.<br />
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This morning reading one of my daily devotions I noted that David declared to do just that. He declared to daily tell (write) of God's righteous and salvation. I doubt if David knew his circle of influence would be used on this old country girl from Texas thousands of years later. Perhaps today you can not even envision your influence being of importance.<br />
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Still I would remind each of us you never know what a seed planted will produce until you plant it. Praise Him aloud today! Tell others what He has done for you! Sing of His goodness!<br />
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<strong> Even if you do not see or believe others are listening and watching - they are......</strong><br />
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Abba Father, please allow us to make an impact in the lives of others, bringing glory to Your name. Help us to tell of Your goodness all of our days, even today as we reach out to both those we love and those You place in our path. Help us to truly believe as David wrote "for I do not know their limits." For Abba I believe Your love is immeasurable.<br />
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Psalm 71:14-15<br />
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14 But I will hope continually,<br />
And will praise You yet more and more.<br />
15 My mouth shall tell of Your righteousness<br />
And Your salvation all the day,<br />
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14 But I will keep on hoping for your help;<br />
I will praise you more and more.<br />
15 I will tell everyone about your righteousness.<br />
All day long I will proclaim your saving power,<br />
though I am not skilled with words.Daughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-46029899679172069842014-02-28T12:11:00.001-05:002014-02-28T12:15:42.497-05:00She Can Move MountainsJesus replied, "I tell you the truth, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into the sea,' and it will be done.<br />
Matthew 20:21<br />
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In prayer, this morning she was asking God to move the mountains that stand between her and her dream. The mountain range, at times, seem so large, some higher than others. Each mountain has a name. There is the mountain of fear. One is called lack of (whatever at moment she believes she does not have nor can attain). The list goes on but you get the picture.<br />
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As she was praying the thought entered her mind that God did not say He would move the mountain but that with faith she could move the mountain. She thought whenever I am finished praying, I will search for that verse.<br />
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Searching turned out not to be necessary. As she opened her very first email devotion, you guessed it, there the scripture was bigger than life... Think God was telling her something? How about you? Got any mountains you need to throw into the sea?<br />
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Let's be mountains movers today! Ready, set, go!<br />
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Looking out the kitchen window, the sight took her
breath away. Just above the bare limbs of trees, the sky shimmered with rays of
a gorgeous reddish sunrise. It was as if God had painted the sky just for
her, giving her yet another promise of His relentless love. Without a doubt,
she knew, only God could design something so perfect and wonderful.<br />
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Knowing the camera would not do it justice still she must try to capture it.
Just before she turned to go, she whispered "thank you so much God."<br />
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A sunrise always holds a promise for a new day, a day to start over.
Perhaps today you feel the need for that new start or maybe it is simply
the need to continue with purpose that which God has planted in your heart.
Either way, today is that day for you!<br />
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The Mighty One, God the Lord, Has spoken and called the earth From the rising
of the sun to its going down. Ps. 50:1 (NKJV)<br />
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Lamentations 3:22-24 (NKJV)<br />
Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail
not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. "The Lord is
my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I hope in Him!”<br />
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<b><span style="color: #555555; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 115%;">In the wee hours of the night, God often speaks softly in our souls. Softly, yet carrying weight that will still be there when we awake the next morning. Please allow me to explain as you read on.<br /><br /> We started 40 days of prayer and fasting last night. The service was a time to reflect on where we are headed and what we truly want to accomplish. As we were leaving the service my mind and heart seems so settled but it was temporary. Around 1:00 a.m., I found myself wide awake with my eyes focused on the clock's projection of time on our bedroom ceiling. Thoughts were running over and over in my mind of how and why God would shake us.<br /><br /> In my mind's eye, there I stood as a little girl. I could hear the words "did you shake that rug or you sure you got all the dirt out?" Mom was somewhat of a clean freak (a trait I must admit I inherited). God was reminding me that just as I shook that rug to remove the dirt so He was about to shake me (us) to remove the sins of my life.<br /><br /> Think back with me to my post from January 16th. Remember some of my words when speaking of "Intimacy with God". God's word brought me to that of fasting right in the middle of my study on intimacy. I have once again posted the scripture below.</span></b></div>
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Daughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-71651253739532589332014-01-16T11:50:00.000-05:002014-01-16T11:50:01.293-05:00She Set on His Lap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Don't you love it when you open God's word and it is as though He hand-picked the word of the day for you? As though He picked you up, sat you on His lap to read to you. You know what I mean, when you are simply doing your daily reading and God gives you words for what is truly going on in your life. It is as if He says, "pay attention this is what I need you to know before you move ahead" or "lest you forget allow Me to remind you."<br />
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We are about to embark on 40 days of prayer and fasting. A time when we all search for what we should give up as we fast before The Lord. For me it is no different, I begin to wonder should I do the Daniel Fast, give up my beloved Coke Cola, or perhaps I should just give up dinners. Ok you get the picture...<br />
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So this morning in my study of "Intimacy with God", I turn to Psalm 51. There is was, my reminder of a true fast. This Psalm was written by David at a time of repentance after his affair with Bathsheda. In the beginning verses he repents then in verse 16 and 17 he reminds himself (and me, us) that what The Lord truly wants from us is a broken spirit, a broken and contrite heart.<br />
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In other words, no matter what we fast what He truly desires is that we do so with great sorrow of our sin and sinful nature. His desire is that our heart is tender and pliable to His word and His will for our lives.<br />
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<em>Abba Father, please give me a clean heart. May it be tender and pliable as you shake, shape and sent me forward!</em><br />
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16 For You do not desire sacrifice, or else I would give it;<br />
You do not delight in burnt offering.<br />
17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit,<br />
A broken and a contrite heart—<br />
These, O God, You will not despise.Daughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-16866771177845157972013-12-06T11:03:00.001-05:002013-12-06T11:03:35.673-05:00All Sought To See...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Christmas what a beautiful time of the year! Lights, tinsel, and celebration!<br />
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As I read of the true reason for Christmas, this part really came alive for me. <strong>All kinds of people<u> sought to see</u> this Child born on Christmas Day.</strong><br />
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The lowly shepherds (not just one shepherd boy), after being told by an angel of this marvel birth, journeyed to Bethlehem. (Luke 2: 8-20)<br />
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Eight days after the birth of this Child, as was custom of the Jewish law, He was taken to the temple to be presented to The Lord. There a man named Simeon led by the Spirit came into the temple. This man whom very life was set to the tune of the birth of this Christ Child, for he would not see death before he had set eyes on Him. (Luke 2:25-35)<br />
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Now there was a prophetess named Anna there in the temple also. She was said to be of a great age. Don't you like the way Luke speaks of her age not as old but of a great age (sorry age is coming on strong for me so great age sure sounds better than OLD.) She too had waited many years to meet this Child. (Luke 2:36-40)<br />
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So finally I come to the part of the wise men (no certain number of men were given.) Probably two years after the birth, these wise man were still following a star to seek this Child. (Matthew 2:1-12)<br />
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Each of these people came to not only see this Child but to worship Him each in their way. Okay, I have given you the verses so you can read each account but to get to the point of my account of this beautiful story.<br />
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All kinds of people sought to see this Child born on Christmas Day. Some just out in the field, some had been in the right place simply waiting, others traveled for quite a distance. The one thing all had in common was they worshipped Him.<br />
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So let me ask you, where is your Bethlehem? Will we, in the hustle and bustle of this Christmas season, find the right place, time and gift for this Christ Child? Will we take time to truly seek Him? All He really wants for Christmas (His birthday) is your worship and you!<br />
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<a href="http://bloggerspirit.blogspot.com/2013/12/welcome-backk.html">Others are writings over at Spiritual Sundays, you will be blessed as you read...</a>Daughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-72921047522280633092013-12-03T08:20:00.000-05:002013-12-16T22:01:36.558-05:00Tis is the Season<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tis is the season! Thoughts of sugar plums danced in her head. For many this is not and will not be the case. Instead worry, haste and lack of the world's definition of enough will take away the joy of many.<br />
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When we look at this season through the world's mindset we totally miss the true meaning, the whole picture.<br />
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Instead of sugar plums dancing in my head as I woke there were these simple words "who do you say I am?" That question makes me look deeper inside not only at seasons but deeper within myself. He is no longer the Child in the manger or no longer the Man on the cross. Yes, He did come as that Child and He did hang on a cross for you and me! But if we stop there we (Christ-followers) will also miss the whole picture.<br />
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So how do we, how do I answer the same question that He asked of His disciples? Peter hit the nail on the head when He replied "You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.” (Matthew 16:15-16). But somehow I believe He wants a more personal answer of me this morning.<br />
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To me He is my deliverer, redeemer, healer, and giver of life. Each of these words defines what He has done in my life. For once I was held captive in sin and He delivered me. I could not be good enough so He redeemed me. I could not make myself whole so He healed me. I was doomed to death (a very slow death) and He gave me life.<br />
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That is who I say He is. How about you? Who do you say this Man called Jesus is?Daughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-35553493822645657582013-10-06T15:20:00.001-04:002013-10-06T15:20:54.486-04:00She Danced<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">How she danced! For quite some time now I have been seeing glimpses of things in
my mind's eye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not just shadows of
things but the actual object has been so clear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Probably about five weeks ago I saw an opened music box with a
dancer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not the every little girl's
normal ballerina music box, this one had a live woman with a flowing skirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She held one side of the skirt in her hand
while the other hand was extended upward as in praise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> S</span>he appeared so full of joy, reminding me that as His
daughters this type of joy can and should be ours.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">For many days after, upon waking, I would catch this vision in my
mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The vision is no longer active but
as I was looking through family pictures today I came across this one of my
granddaughter dancing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe, this
picture can give us a visual image of the joy to simply let go and praise The
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Just as David danced before The Lord in unlikely time of happiness
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">God, my God, I can’t thank you enough."</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Like David I choose to remember the times God has changed my
troubles, my sorrows and my life challenges into joy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I will dance and burst with song as I
lift up my Lord!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the good times and
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Let them praise his name with dancing, making melody to him with
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Birds in the nearby trees chirp their
morning song. In the nursery across the way, the sprinkler system begins to
make its "this tttt thtt" sound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">I listen to the cars zoom past going
somewhere, going nowhere but leaving the vvrooo noise in their quake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can even hear the wheels of the bikes as
they pedal quickly by.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And somewhere in
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Listening to all these different sounds,
the morning is indeed not silent as I try to meditate upon my Lord.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is then I remember the written words of
The Lord!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; font-size: 9pt;">Luke 19:40 The Message (MSG)</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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Daughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-32675893083464148952013-08-15T07:30:00.000-04:002013-08-15T07:48:16.505-04:00He that Speaks<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlXkGTNTiexBaicnTIKkUeaVF4pJS74Z_n_SOlvnCPU43CXGXV1u2ik9-pCMtFxLB-xhRJSG8yqesZt7ZfPc71kMLudGzkbctlSAiqeSnwhS50SuUBvQFM1FKDQy_WTMVjl__AhQj41E/s1600/omar+and+prunning+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlXkGTNTiexBaicnTIKkUeaVF4pJS74Z_n_SOlvnCPU43CXGXV1u2ik9-pCMtFxLB-xhRJSG8yqesZt7ZfPc71kMLudGzkbctlSAiqeSnwhS50SuUBvQFM1FKDQy_WTMVjl__AhQj41E/s1600/omar+and+prunning+003.JPG" width="133" /></a><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Meet Omar, my African
Gray.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Hebrew meaning of Omar is “</span><strong><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">he that speaks</span></strong><strong><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">; </span></strong><span class="googqs-tidbit"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">eloquent speaker</span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">.”
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>African Grays are noted for their
ability to quickly pick up not only the words of their owner but their voice
tone as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They, like a child, learn
to speak when they are 6 months to a year old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And like with children you must be careful what you say often around
them least you hear it repeated when you most likely desire it not to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Omar has indeed
become “the speaker”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I spend time
talking with him, his (my) words flow effortless from him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, if Omar does not hear the voice of
his owner often enough only noise (sounds of his world) come out of his mouth
(so to speak.)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Crazy thing how
God uses things, people or even pets to teach us needed lessons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Have you already caught my drift here?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Aren't we a lot
like Omar? When we stay close to our owner (maker) we mimic his words, his
heart. However if we drift too far we only make the noise of this world!<br />
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So who owns you? Are you listening and learning to sound like Him? How I long to be an imitator of my Lord!<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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you with a high price.”</strong> </span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">(1
Corinthians 6:19-20)<br />
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<strong>“Be imitators of me, as I am of Christ.”</strong> </span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">(1
Corinthians 11:1 ESV)</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">She couldn’t decide which voice was louder,
the one coming from the lady speaking to her or the one in her own mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If only she could close her eyes, perhaps the
one in her mind would be silenced.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">The hurt and wounded hearts sound much
alike although told by different women.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The questions echoed time and again are the same.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why did God allow this to happen in my
life?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why can’t I just get it right one
time? What am I to do now?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">The voice in her mind says you too have
lived this life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Flesh cries out why.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All reasoning gone!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Be silence voices, there is only one voice she
wishes to hear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The true voice of reasoning,
which is beyond our ability to make a wrong become right, comes to remind her
of the truth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She is no longer the
person that Satan now wants to taunt her mind with. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the lady across from her is about to go on
a journey that only God can orchestrate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It is then that the healing words flow through her mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just as God has healed her so He will again
heal another, and so many more. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">His words are so sweet, so gentle, so
inviting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The voice of the turtledove
beckoning us to come away to freedom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
beckons us to come away to wholeness. Listen to sound of God beckoning not only
these ladies but you also. . . <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span class="versetext4"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">“My beloved spoke, and said to me: "Rise up, my love, my
fair one, And come away. </span></b></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><span id="so2-11">For lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and
gone. </span><span id="so2-12">The flowers appear on the earth; The time of
singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove Is heard in our land.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Song of Solomon 2:10-12 ESV</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And she prayed, Father surely I have fallen too far from
your grace.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My world seems to be
spinning out of control.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once I believed
that all things were possible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I
find myself wondering if my very existence is possible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The hurt and pain, bought on not only by
others but also of my own choices, seem too much to bear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Crying out to you, my words seem to hit a
brick wall simply echoing back at me. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Are you there?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you
still care?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Will you rescue me yet
again?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And Father if I fail you again
tomorrow, oh Lord I do not think I can stand the gap between us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The pit seems to become deeper with each
passing moment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And the Father whispers, my child I will always allow my
grace to cover you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Remember my grace is
sufficient for you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your world only
seems to be out of control.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you will
allow me to help, give me control then will I right the wrongs and set all
things in order.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Your very existence is of my choosing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have placed you on the planet earth for all
to see my glory working in and through you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Do not be afraid, trust me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why
do my people hurt one another?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps
the others also did not trust me enough and chose to reach out in their flesh
instead of by my Spirit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Still, my child,
remember I am the Healer, trust me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Your words, your cries have not crashed into a wall for I do
indeed hear each cry one of my children makes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I am indeed here and my love for you cannot be measured.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So you may grasp a ray of understanding, let
me tell you of my love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love you so
much that I sent my Son to die on the cross for you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My love is not based on performance. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing can separate you from my love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My child I have not moved nor changed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am the same today, yesterday and
forever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You may come to me at any time
and I will be right here for you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your
prayers will quickly fill the gap you now feel if only you will call upon on
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Trust me, I can and will heal the
broken.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><strong>It is what I do!</strong></span><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Fight the good fight of
faith? Why do you think Paul used the word fight? <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">1 Timothy 6:12
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Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life, to which you were
also called and have confessed the good confession in the presence of many
witnesses.
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">For some is the good fight to remain faithful
to Christ in the midst of the storm?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">For some is the good fight to remain faithful to Christ when all HELL seems to be coming against them?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Is the good fight to remain faithful when
everyone around you is not faithful?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Is the good fight to remain faithful when
the things of the world (things we know better than to do) seem so appealing – surely
that would bring me happiness?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Perhaps we can now realize
this journey was (since the fall) never intended to simply be a walk in the
park.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">I love the way The Message Translation says 1 T</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">imothy 6:11-12<br />
"But you, Timothy, man of God: Run for your life from all this. <strong>Pursue a
righteous life—a life of wonder, faith, love, steadiness, courtesy. Run hard
and fast in the faith.</strong> Seize the eternal life, the life you were called to, the
life you so fervently embraced in the presence of so many witnesses."</span><br />
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Pursuing a righteous life may be indeed be a fight but in the end the reward will be worth the fight! Not only in our Heavenly home but worth the fight even here in this earthly home. . .<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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</span><br />Daughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-45440638530905437542013-06-05T17:04:00.003-04:002013-06-24T19:43:52.226-04:00Call Me!Friendships are one of God's true blessing for our lives. This morning with thoughts of a dear friend's request, I came to the Lord in prayer. With thoughts and prayer roaming through the cobwebs of my mind, a tune found its way in. "Call me, maybe it's late but just call me." Ever so gentle I heard Jesus say "trust me, you really must trust me, there is so much more I want to do. You can trust me!"<br />
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The gentle inner voice carried the same tune but there is no denying it was the voice of my Lord once again reminding me that He is trust worthy. Jesus was hearing my prayer of worry, my (once again) cry of fear. He,being ever so gentle, brought peace to my soul with this old secular ballad.<br />
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As you read this, bet the tune made it's way into your mind also. You are probably humming right now. Let me assure you, Frank Sinatra could woo you with this tune but he couldn't hold a candle to this morning. And who knows that God didn't whisper the words for this old ballad straight to the heart of its authors.<br />
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Imagine Jesus singing these words to me and you, His chosen bride!<br />
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"Now don't forget me, because if you let me, I will always stay by you.<br />
You gotta to trust me, that's how it must be, there's so much that I can do.<br />
If you call, I'll be right with you. You and I should be together.<br />
Take this love I long to give you. I'll be at your side forever - <br />
call me, don't be afraid, maybe it's late but just call me tell me and I'll be around <br />
call me, don't be afraid, maybe it's late but just call me tell me and I'll be around"<br />
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Zephaniah 3:17 (NIV)<br />
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<strong>The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves.</strong><br />
<strong>He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you,</strong><br />
<strong>but will rejoice over you with singing.”</strong><br />
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Why and How Iron Sharpens Iron....<br>
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This weekend God once again reminded me of the depth of His word. You will find the words in Proverbs 27:17, "As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another."<br>
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But let me begin at the beginning. This weekend would turn out to be one of those life changing events. God had it all set up. All I had to do was walk in obedience.<br>
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It started by keeping a lunch date with a sister in Christ. God had already given us a friendship but this day He would allow the iron to sharpen iron. We spoke of our love for Christ as we shared the goings on of our life. Then she shared a verse (<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Malachi 3:16) </span>with me. Oh my goodness, how many years as a counselor and teacher have I told this story to His daughters? How many times have I envisioned these very words within my spirit and by the Holy Spirit? Picture with me if you will, a group of His daughters sitting around sharing story after story about the faithfulness of our Lord. In the spirit, I can see Him turn to His Son and say "look there are my girls again. How they love us.... I am so proud of them." Then He leans in closer and whispers, "I will hear them and give them the desires of their hearts."<br>
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With everything in me, I believed I was speaking truth to His daughters when I said He listens in on our conversations. However, the words were to become gospel as Sue shared God's word with me. Oh and by the way, I doubt Sue had ever heard me share that story.... She was simply sharing the Scripture from her morning devotion with The Lord.<br>
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The next day we were attending "Joy Conference". The conference speaker, Rhonda Holland spoke the same words, using the same Bible passage, of how He looks down, listening and calling us His. God says "Mine".<br>
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My point here is simple! Sue gave me God's written word (one that was already deep in my spirit) and Rhoda came to sharpen the verse even more so...<br>
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We must not isolate ourselves! We must seek both Godly friendships, mentors and places to grow in God. When conferences are offered we must find the time to go drink and feed at the table God has prepared for us. God does use others to not only sharpen us but to confirm things deep in our spirit. I ,for one, am glad God sent His daughters my way this weekend. This story is only one of many I could share from this weekend! Perhaps, I will share more later. <br>
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By the Way, the truth is God does listen to our conversations and He does call us "MINE"... I won't put the scripture here for you because I want to challenge you to go pick up your bible and read it for yourself.<br>
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Malachi 3:16-17 Malachi is the last book of the Old Testament<br>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There it was again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>How does it come upon her so quickly and without an apparent sign of its
coming? Her mind seems free from concern and worries.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She cannot even visualize one solitary event
leading to its appearance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Still she can
feel the weight of its presence as though she has summoned the darkness to
appear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This thing called burden, depression or anxiety comes
quickly like a thief in the night, robbing her of her peace of mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not only does it steal her peace of mind but
it also seems to want a piece of her soul, her very being.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It hovers over her like a cloud about to rupture
at the seams. Perhaps this time it will simply swallow her whole. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At times, she wishes it would do just
that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At least then it might be over and
she could simply rest. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Wait, this time she notices something quite strange.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Had she never noticed it before?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The clouds though many are pitch black, some
are fluffy and white.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Looking closer,
yes there it is a small delicate hand reaches high out of the cloud.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her very being sighs with relief but
why?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Somewhere in her mind (her spirit) she
is acquainted with this sigh of relief.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The clouds are drifting now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There is a ray of light, a ray of hope.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She now realizes that small hand was lifted in praise. Then she sees His
hand reaching down to grasp the small delicate uplifted hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She simply whispers “next time I will lift
my hand sooner.”</span><br />
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Daughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-63417448133499155542013-04-25T12:29:00.002-04:002013-04-28T08:12:18.735-04:00The Wing<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Longing to be able to share a visible
image of my heart this morning, I find myself wishing for the talent of
drawing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That however is not a talent
God chose to give me so I will use both my words and goggle to tell my story today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">She was old and that she was well
aware of.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Still this morning she felt
like a child as she approached His throne.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She wondered why her Father would ask her to play a role in His
kingdom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What was He thinking?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How would she ever touch the lives He was
asking her to touch?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A sense of fear, a
sense of failure lured around her heart, still she wished so to please Him.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">As she pondered the depth of her
relationship with Him, He draws this beautiful picture in her mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She sees a beautiful wing and under it and
yet standing tall in a sense was a baby chick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was as if the chick at times had a mind of its own.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However this magnificent wing would hold her
in the safety of its spread. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It would
allow her to be her own self but never to wonder out of its reach or protection.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">She,
perhaps for the first time in her life, realizes that her Father will always
offer the safety of His wing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Never will
He push her so hard from the nest that she cannot return to find safety and
comfort under His wing. He will never ask her to do any task that requires her
to leave His safety, comfort or protection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He has her covered…<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Like this picture, the mom hen
will guard her babies until they are well able to venue out on their own. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is a place in God’s word where He says “h</span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">ow many times I
have desired to gather your children as a hen that gathers her chicks under her
wings, and you were not willing!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not
only does He desire to gather us but the Psalmist said “With his feathers he
will cover you, under his wings you will find safety. His truth is your shield
and armor.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unlike the hen, God’s wing
will always cover you if you will allow Him to be there for you!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Scripture references: Matthew
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Daughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-81203859046255710932013-04-10T09:35:00.001-04:002013-04-10T09:35:49.238-04:00Who'll Stop the Rain?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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While taking clothes from the dryer, these words drifted through my mind. "Still I wonder you will stop the rain." Other thoughts quickly filled my mind, those kind of words where you wonder where did these come from. No, it wasn't raining and chances of me knowing the first words were those of a song are quiet slim. That would not have been my choice of music growing up. But the thoughts that quickly followed without a doubt are always in my spirit.<br /><br />
" Still I wonder who will stop the rain? Lord, I know the answer to these words. You will both start and stop the rain. The gentle rains that waters the earth are yours. The loud thunderous rains that pour upon the earth are yours. The rain (sorrow, trials, doubts, fears, confusion) that floods our souls is not of you but only you can stop this rain. If we believe in you, we know this to be true. Still our souls cry out 'I wonder who will stop the rain?' "<br /><br />Are you one crying out or simply wondering who will stop the rain? Are your days so full of those thunderous downpours that you think you will surely drown? Do not fear, look up and call out "Lord, only you can stop this rain."<br /><br /><br />Creedence Clearwater Revival Who'll Stop The Rain Lyrics<br /><br />"Long as I remember the rain been comin' down<br />Clouds of mystery pourin' confusion on the ground.<br />Good men through the ages tryin' to find the sun.<br />And I wonder still I wonder who'll stop the rain."<br /><br />The words of Jesus<br />"And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draws nigh." Luke 21:28<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">lj04102013</span><br />Daughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-31058777138547797512013-03-12T11:10:00.001-04:002013-03-12T15:04:01.660-04:00Spit Shine<br />
"Often times the metaphor of light is used to describe the way Christ-followers reflect their Creator. The point is that we are to look so different from the rest of the world when we model Christ, that the world wants what we have. In essence, we should be so dazzling that people ask us why we shine." Quote By Lindsay Williams<br />
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These words are from my morning devotion which caused me to really take a closer look at myself through the eyes of others. Perhaps, you can join with me this morning in asking yourself these questions that I had to ask myself after reading the words of Lindsay.<br />
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Does the world want what they see in my life? Do I have that spit shine that says I have been in the presences of God? Is there a sense of peace that lingered after I have left the room? Am I dazzling people with the love of God working through my life?<br />
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Father, on our own, We are nothing but with You, We can be all You have called us to be. Allow us to shine with all brightness in this dark world, bringing hope and encouragement to those in need. Sincerely I ask that we may have peace and joy that others have to ask "why we shine" so we may tell them of YOU, our true Light!<br />
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"You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven." Matthew 5:14-16 NIV<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">"You
shall follow the LORD your God and fear Him; and you shall keep His
commandments, listen to His voice, serve Him, and cling to Him.” Deuteronomy
13:4 NAS<br />
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When we think of fear often we picture a state of panic and uncertainty but
this is not the fear Moses speaks of here in Deuteronomy. He speaks of standing
in awe of the Almighty God. He speaks of being revere before the Almighty God
knowing that God alone is to be worshipped. He speaks of being revere knowing
that Almighty God is the one and only true God. In knowing these truths of God,
how could one NOT desire to keep His commandments, listen to His voice, serve
Him and cling (hold fast) to Him?<br />
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Jesus tells us that we are to abide in Him (cling to Him) so that we might bear
much fruit. (John 15)<br />
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Almighty God today we choose to fear you, follow your commandants, listen to
your voice and obey. We thank You that You have provided the True Vine for us.
As He clings to You so we cling to Jesus. We pray that we may bear much fruit
bringing glory to our Almighty God.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Fear=revere, stand in awe of<br />Cling=hold fast to</span></span><br />
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Daughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-29760776564086662312013-02-19T10:04:00.001-05:002013-02-19T10:12:06.938-05:00Nevertheless<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Having delivered the words I felt God had given me for the
group, my head now resting on my pillow, images dancing in my mind – there it
was! God’s reminder to me, simply these words “let down the net.”</span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Let me back up for a moment and explain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My words spoken were to encourage us to pray
detailed prayer from our heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Giving
an example of how I personally have seen God answer prayers to the detail in
which they were prayed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To see the
results of the particular answered prayer I spoke of, I first had to believe
the words God had spoken to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not only
believe the words but deliver them as He asked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Having done as asked then I could (and did) enter my prayer closet
asking God to bring His word to past, asking in a manner that only God could
answer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">As the words “let down the net” danced through my mind, it
was as if Jesus was saying that like Peter, I had let down the net and He had
given the catch. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Years ago, the answered
prayer, came after not understanding why God would ask me to deliver such words
to a lady I truly knew very little about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Still as Peter said “nevertheless at your word, I will let down the net.”</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">What is God asking you to do today?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps He is asking you to be a witness of
His amazing saving grace…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps He is
asking you to show compassion to someone… Or maybe He is saying to you, just as
He told Peter; “let down your net, trust in Me and see the catch (results)”</span><br />
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<span class="text">But Simon answered and said to Him, “Master, we have toiled
all night and caught nothing; nevertheless at Your word I will let down the
net.” </span><span id="en-NKJV-25114">And when they had done this, they caught a
great number of fish, and their net was breaking. </span><span id="en-NKJV-25115">So they signaled to <i>their</i> partners in the other boat to
come and help them. And they came and filled both the boats, so that they began
to sink." </span> </span><span class="text"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Luke
5:4-8 NKJV<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />Daughter of the KINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01700578169937369907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7751191850185180835.post-751750656987367682013-02-04T12:43:00.001-05:002013-02-16T21:48:30.018-05:00The Path<br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">"Above all else, guard your heart, for it affects everything
you do. Avoid all perverse talk; stay far from corrupt speech. Look straight
ahead, and fix your eyes on what lies before you. Mark out a straight path for
your feet; then stick to the path and stay safe. Don't get sidetracked; keep
your feet from following evil."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Proverbs
4:20-27 (NLT)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">What lies before you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Are
your eyes fixed on the goal or on yesterday's failures?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Have you marked out (set) a straight path for
your journey?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Life doesn't always come
at us as we would like.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are always
little stones or even pebbles that can cause us to stumble but still we must
travel forward in our journey.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">As I type this, thoughts from years past flood my senses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The trip was all planned!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How I was looking forward to travelling with
a friend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We would make our journey to
Cleveland, TN.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There we would attend
classes to become Commission Chaplains through the Church of God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Who would have ever guessed that same day a
pebble would change all those plans?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One
hurried wrong step, one small accident can change the timing and perhaps even a
location in your journey but it does not have to change the destination of your
dream.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One small pebble, one wrong
hurried step brought me a broken hip and lots of down time to think about the
path I had chosen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Today, I still haven't reached my final destination.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why you ask?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My final destination is to become all God has created me to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are milestones God has allowed me to
reach but the climb isn't over yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I
have fixed my eyes on what lies ahead, (the big picture) spending eternity with
the love of my life, Jesus Christ.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As my
eyes stay fixed on the destination, He sees me through each step of this earthly journey be they
hurried or slow. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Oh by the way, I did accomplish the dream I mentioned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He has allowed me to accomplish not only that
one but many others He had planned for me. </span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica;"><o:p><a href="http://bloggerspirit.blogspot.com/">This and another encouraging devotions can be read at Spiritual Sundays</a> </o:p></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica;"><o:p><a href="http://www.lauraboggess.com/2013/02/playdates-with-god-now-sanctuary.html">Playdates With God</a> </o:p></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica;"><o:p><a href="http://myfreshlybrewedlife.com/">The Weekend Brew</a></o:p></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></span> </div>
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