Realizing that you have so much to be thankful for! Connecting with your family and friends in a special way that brings joy and you know it is because Gods hand was orchestrateing it all. Thank you Lord, for all the blessings that you give in such abundance and I know I do not deserve what He hands out so lavishly!
New Mantra for life: Always give thanks everyday for all the snarly moods and impossible delimma's that you think are so justified, for all the negative people in life that want to steal your joy "give thanks" to God for considering you to up hold HIS glory. For I live to give GOd Glory in all things!
After this I heard what sounded like the roar of a great multitude in heaven shouting: “Hallelujah! Salvation and glory and power belong to our God,
Revelation 19:1-3
Friday, November 25, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
How your marriage proclaims the gospel
Does that sound weird that your marriage proclaims the gospel everyday to the world? I believe that it does. If we are to become "one flesh" that one flesh is a direct reflection to the world of Jesus and your surrendered life to God! I think that is why as women we know when things need to be changed or prayed about why we go crazy when we know life and marriage are not going as we think they should and for some women they might not even fully understand why they feel like they are going crazy or unsettled. I have learned something this weekend. Something that stood out for me more than ever. When God created Adam first he then created Eve out of his side taking from Adam one rib...why? Because Adam would be the source of life for Eve and Eve his help meet. IF we were suppose to be separate he would have created them separately....ponder that for a while and the deeper meaning. I just can't get that out of my head today. The husband is the source of life and the wife is a help meet. The help meet being the person who makes sure things are on track spiritually between the two of you.
Romans 6:16 came to mind "Do you not know that when you present yourselves to someone as slaves for obedience, you are slaves of the one you obey, either of sin resulting in death, or of obedience resulting in righteousness?"
If we are "one flesh" as God described it, then this verse even has a deeper meaning for a married couple because if the husband is not being the source of life and presenting his life in
"Christ-likeness" to his wife with a surrendered humble attitude and the wife in turn is not responding ...things just will remain out of sync and the women is especially designed to recognize that. I feel of course it is a two-way street that both need to be before the Lord in this. But how did God design it? Well he created man first in the garden as the source of life then he created the women...so who should really initiate the process of obedience first? Who did he ask to become Christlike first? The man. Just some thoughts I had and have been learning if you want to know more
"Christ-likeness" to his wife with a surrendered humble attitude and the wife in turn is not responding ...things just will remain out of sync and the women is especially designed to recognize that. I feel of course it is a two-way street that both need to be before the Lord in this. But how did God design it? Well he created man first in the garden as the source of life then he created the women...so who should really initiate the process of obedience first? Who did he ask to become Christlike first? The man. Just some thoughts I had and have been learning if you want to know more
yourmarriagerestored.blogspot.com
Sunday, April 24, 2011
A Glimpse of Turqoise
By my mom Jayne
Alone
I sit at my window,
Peering drearily out of my white prison,
Snow, plunders the country side
In pale persistence.
Scantliy clad trees,
Stand bare.
Frigid castaways,
In natures realm.
Pearl frosted meadows,
Iced,
raw,
Monopolize the landscape.
Stillness lingers,
not peaceful...but uneasy.
My ears strain at it's grip,
pulsating,
My eyes grow weary seeking release,
from the bleak, stark world of winter
Suddenly....
I see something!
a small dot of blue,
a glimpse of turqoise,
curious, I look closer,
an old lawn chair, disgarded...
twisted
weatherwarn metal, secured,
Solitarily braced against a tree,
Etched in rust, it's
Burdened with snow.
Regarding this,
My thoughts fall back to years ago.
I think of Duchess, mu old dog.
Pink patches of skin perforated her
beautiful coat.
Time carved it's mark upon her beauty,
but we loved her.
The chair, by contrast, was once
beautiful.
and needed.
What memories linger there?
A fleeting moment in time
scaling the subconscience,
nudging the heart,
Flexing emotions,
Revelie of the mind....then gone.
Humbly.
Now, cast out...it still stands
supremely frozen to the ground.
Upon it's seat...a childs toy bucket,
secured by ice,
Support past dreams
of sandy beaches,
Wiggly poly-wogs,
a world full of flower scents,
Brilliant gardens splashed across the hills.
Hot summer days.
Ringing in laughter.
Barefoot children running zig-zag
patterns thru wet grass.
Purple, pink-chipped evenings
melting into night.
Now, blooming in starkness,
As a gem in nature's court,
this blue dot,
this spec on earths giant face,
Left to the elements,
Brings me joy!
Renovates my mind of fullness,
Massages the ragged edges of
boredom into peace.
This drop of color on winter's spread,
Punctuates the long line of trees
across the horizon.
It is a beacon to dreary thoughts a promise,
Dear God, if this is true, in my thoughts,
of a mere chair,
What of me?
In this vast caotic world, I am but a small dot
a flec of humanity among scores.
Unnoticed, lost, going about in a
treadmill of tasks.
Yet, somewhere out there,
How extraordinary to think,
that somehow,
someday,
somewhere,
I, too may become
a glimpse of turqoise
In someones eyes.
Alone
I sit at my window,
Peering drearily out of my white prison,
Snow, plunders the country side
In pale persistence.
Scantliy clad trees,
Stand bare.
Frigid castaways,
In natures realm.
Pearl frosted meadows,
Iced,
raw,
Monopolize the landscape.
Stillness lingers,
not peaceful...but uneasy.
My ears strain at it's grip,
pulsating,
My eyes grow weary seeking release,
from the bleak, stark world of winter
Suddenly....
I see something!
a small dot of blue,
a glimpse of turqoise,
curious, I look closer,
an old lawn chair, disgarded...
twisted
weatherwarn metal, secured,
Solitarily braced against a tree,
Etched in rust, it's
Burdened with snow.
Regarding this,
My thoughts fall back to years ago.
I think of Duchess, mu old dog.
Pink patches of skin perforated her
beautiful coat.
Time carved it's mark upon her beauty,
but we loved her.
The chair, by contrast, was once
beautiful.
and needed.
What memories linger there?
A fleeting moment in time
scaling the subconscience,
nudging the heart,
Flexing emotions,
Revelie of the mind....then gone.
Humbly.
Now, cast out...it still stands
supremely frozen to the ground.
Upon it's seat...a childs toy bucket,
secured by ice,
Support past dreams
of sandy beaches,
Wiggly poly-wogs,
a world full of flower scents,
Brilliant gardens splashed across the hills.
Hot summer days.
Ringing in laughter.
Barefoot children running zig-zag
patterns thru wet grass.
Purple, pink-chipped evenings
melting into night.
Now, blooming in starkness,
As a gem in nature's court,
this blue dot,
this spec on earths giant face,
Left to the elements,
Brings me joy!
Renovates my mind of fullness,
Massages the ragged edges of
boredom into peace.
This drop of color on winter's spread,
Punctuates the long line of trees
across the horizon.
It is a beacon to dreary thoughts a promise,
Dear God, if this is true, in my thoughts,
of a mere chair,
What of me?
In this vast caotic world, I am but a small dot
a flec of humanity among scores.
Unnoticed, lost, going about in a
treadmill of tasks.
Yet, somewhere out there,
How extraordinary to think,
that somehow,
someday,
somewhere,
I, too may become
a glimpse of turqoise
In someones eyes.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
thoughts late at night...
I can’t fully be myself when I am not allowed to express my love or I am not expected to show the love I have to give, undisturbed, by your demands. I have so much pent up unexpressed emotion. Is this the way I was created? Why do I desire, so much, a deep meaningful, spiritual connection that fully completes me? What is becoming one suppose to really mean if you cannot truly meet on those terms completely naked of expectation, fully baring your soul, being fully transparent that you can unite in such a way that it will reflect the person you are truly suppose to be and fulfill the purpose in your life before God. I question every day my existence in this marriage and it’s demise if it does not start to bow before God in humility. I know God created me for this marriage. I role-played it as a child. I Dreamed of having a husband and being completely in love. Who put that in my heart? Who created me to want such a deep connection with my husband? Who is it that gave me those dreams and why? Who could it be but the Creator of my soul; a soul that is tortured; demanding to be released imprisoned by unresolved conflict and rejected love.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
It's not about me, or is it?
I have felt I am good at taking critisism and dealing with cranky people, in fact I have given advice to others about how "not" to be so sensitive to others negativity. You know, go with the flow, it's not always about "YOU"! So lately I have been completely tested in this area....no, I would say attacked. I have a had a series of negative incidents and comments come my way and for the most part, bit my lip, smiled, and found the positive, ya know... moved on ( meanwhile noticing my fuse was diminishing... shorter and shorter....) BIG SIGH!
Well, the other day I failed, at least I saw it as a failure, at first. Without going in to detail, comments were made and they were directed "bulls-eye" right at me. So I did the usual, smiled, made a few enlightened positve comments, excused myself and went out behind the wall and cried my eyes out! I guess I had arrived at the limit...but then something happened. Instead of just letting it go (like usual) I decided to confront the person who made the comments to me and state how they made me feel, using "I" statements (of Course) I really have never felt the need to do that before. This time I was determined! So I did it and guess what??? It still was "NOT ABOUT ME" and we chatted laughed and I felt much better! Moral of the story: Be willing to confront on occasion if you feel the need! GOd is soooooo good, just trust in Him!!!
Well, the other day I failed, at least I saw it as a failure, at first. Without going in to detail, comments were made and they were directed "bulls-eye" right at me. So I did the usual, smiled, made a few enlightened positve comments, excused myself and went out behind the wall and cried my eyes out! I guess I had arrived at the limit...but then something happened. Instead of just letting it go (like usual) I decided to confront the person who made the comments to me and state how they made me feel, using "I" statements (of Course) I really have never felt the need to do that before. This time I was determined! So I did it and guess what??? It still was "NOT ABOUT ME" and we chatted laughed and I felt much better! Moral of the story: Be willing to confront on occasion if you feel the need! GOd is soooooo good, just trust in Him!!!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
I met a Raw foodie today in my "Chair"
I met a youung man today! I thought he was close to my oldest sons age but he was actually 33 yrs old! He use to work in a raw food resteraunt in California. When he took off his hat his hair looked extra oily but had a familiar sent to it. He said he had been putting coconut oil in is hair to tame his thick mop of curly hair ( annoyingly gorgeous hair by the way)!! So we talked alot about his current job and the fact that he loves to eat raw good food. I would love to eat more this way also. I decied to add one of the places I have found ( I got them from my favorite marriage blog) that help get the juice's flowing.
http://www.raw-radiance.blogspot.com/
http://www.raw-radiance.blogspot.com/
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