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His Terms and the Call to Come and Die.

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A call to come and die. I have received it. Not well at first but now I carry this calling with me wherever I go. I can’t recall a time I didn’t believe in the creator of the universe and the holy Trinity or a time that Jesus hadn’t died for my sins. But I can remember when there was no understanding of what being a follower of Christ meant for me. Not the full weight of it. I though it meant Jesus and I were buddies and that He was supposed to make things better if I was good. I don’t know that I knew I believed that, but I did. I thought being a Christian was supposed to make me happy.

I started therapy at five. I can’t remember why. I am sure my mother could tell you. She told me once people wanted to take me away…

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His Works of Art

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It was pleasant sitting outside and swinging on the porch swing the other evening. It was warm, but not too uncomfortable. I was pleasantly surprised to see a hummingbird fly around the feeder, land, suck in some food, and fly off again. The next day I saw a couple birds, then three, then four, eventually five. It was a marvelous sight.

Hungry humming birds
Hungry humming birds

 

 

What a gift from the Creator to see His works of art!

 

 

 

 

 

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FEELING GUILTY

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I was feeling guilty today.  I have neglected my blog. I hope all my followers will forgive me!

I am preparing to move. I am not thrilled with deciding what to get rid of and packing and preparing to move. And I have moments of tears when I think of leaving this area and friends and my church. Sigh. I’m afraid my blog has been a victim of my busyness. However, the result of my move will be great. I am going to live with my daughter and her family–which includes four lively monkeys–excuse me–angels. They are 11, 9, 7, and 5. I go from living with my sister since my mom passed away a little over a year ago, in a quiet house, doing my own thing (the rest has been nice after 7 years of caretaking), so I expect I will have culture shock!  But I also expect I will settle down, and since I have my own room, I might be able to retreat occasionally!

Four monkeys--angels
Four monkeys–angels

I do plan to get back to my blog; I enjoy reading others’ blogs and writing my own thoughts. So I hope you won’t forget me! Meanwhile, I hope everyone has a wonderful week! Keep writing!

For those who wondered where the poem “When I’m An Old Lady” came from, Judith Powell told me that it was written by Barbara Hall of Hurricane, Utah. It was published April 17, 2006. The poem is from her book, “Tales from a Cowgirl’s Camp”. Thanks, Judith.

 

Dear Homosexual America, I’m sorry | An open letter from a Christian

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Kaitlin's avatarKati

America, in light of the SCOTUS ruling yesterday legalizing gay marriage, I wrote you a letter.

Before I begin, I want to share a little bit about myself so you know exactly who it is writing this letter. My name is Kaitlin. I am a 20 year old college grad with a degree in Business. I am a social entrepreneur. I am a fighter for ethical clothing. I am a braker for birds, thrift store aficionado, travel junkie, and outdoor enthusiast. I am a twin. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I am a people lover. But even that doesn’t tell you much about me.

My core, my very identity is this: I am a sinner, saved by grace. I am the daughter of the King of kings, Lord of the nations, Creator of the earth and Lover of souls. I am fearfully and wonderfully made by God’s hands…

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A Godless Universe

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Rebecca LuElla Miller's avatarA Christian Worldview of Fiction

big-bang-theory-rainbow-gravityOne of the latest scientific theories, or more accurately, an idea some scientists have postulated, suggests the universe did not have an origin, that there was no Big Bang. This concept, known coincidentally as Rainbow Gravity, is an attempt to resolve incompatibilities between quantum mechanics and general relativity.

In short, this idea that’s been around for about a decade, and which isn’t widely accepted by physicists, is based on gravity’s affect on different wavelengths of light, which can be seen in the colors of the rainbow (and thus the name).

Now scientists at Cern in Switzerland believe they might find miniature black holes which would reveal the existence of a parallel universe.

And if the holes are found at a certain energy, it could prove the controversial theory of ‘rainbow gravity’ which suggests that the universe stretches back into time infinitely with no singular point where it started, and no…

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Grief

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E. Adams Wright's avatarfitlyspoken

Can intimacy with grief create a sensitivity to the grief of others?
Much like previously broken bones have been known to ache with changes in the weather?
Aches due to changes in the barometric pressure which occurs with coming storms, as some propose?
Do our inner places previously broken by grief experience changes in some emotional barometric pressure in the face of someone else’s grief storms?
Because we do not “get over loss,” but rather adjust to loss, make space for loss, integrate it into our lives, are changed by loss?
And witnessing someone else’s true grief remember being there?
In a manner that those whose lives have not been intimately etched by grief cannot?
I wonder

© E. Wright 2015

 

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“He restores my soul” (Psalm 23:3a).

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What a great truth.

charlie's avatarLearning From God's Word

Nicodemus came to Jesus at night and said, “Rabbi, we know you are a teacher who has come from God. For no one could perform the miraculous signs you are doing if God were not with him.”
Jesus gave him this answer: “I tell you the truth, no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again” (John 3:2-3).
This wasn’t the answer Nicodemus had been looking for. it wasn’t the answer he was expecting. It was the answer he needed – “You must be born again” (John 3:7).
The new birth – this is the restoration of soul of which the psalmist speaks.
Through the new birth, the believer
– becomes a child of God (John 1:12);
– becomes a new person (2 Corinthians 5:17);
– receives the life of God (2 Peter 1:4);
– shares Christ’s victory over sin…

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FOLLOWED!

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Thanks Author S B Mazing for another story prompt for Blog Event Finish It #13. I hope you enjoy the finish of the story! The prompt: she kept looking in her mirror. The car was still following her. She was sure it was the same car. She did another unnecessary turn, just to see what the driver in the dark Suburban would do. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe he was heading the same direction she was. But there was this weird feeling. This sick gut feeling and the last had taught her to listen to her instincts.

Please continue…

The last time Lisa had been followed was when she went to visit her daughter. She had passed a man and he began to follow her too closely. She had tried to leave quite a bit of room when she pulled back in the lane, but perhaps he thought she was too close. After a few miles of his tailgating, she started to call 911. Just then, a police car pulled in front of her. She blinked her lights several times and the police car pulled off the road. He pulled back on the road behind the car following her and pulled him over. Lisa had turned off at the next corner and taken several other streets so whoever it was couldn’t find her.

It had been a long time, but Lisa could remember how she had breathed a prayer of thanks for God’s protection. It helped overcome the fear that had nagged her while the car was following her.

Now as Lisa glanced in the mirror at the suburban behind her, she had a sense of peace that helped her not to panic. She knew she was too close to home and she couldn’t  go there with this guy behind her.

“Father God, I’m going to go to the police station,” she said to herself. “I sure don’t want to take this guy to my house. I ask that you would send him away!” She turned onto the next street away from home and toward the police station. The suburban followed her. Another couple turns and she pulled up into the parking lot of the police station. She left her engine  while she watched the suburban slow, than speed away.

A woman had come out of the building and came over to her car.  Lisa rolled down her window. “You okay?” the woman asked. “I was leaving and saw you pull up and that guy take off.”

Lisa let out her breath, and nodded. “Yes, thank you. He has been following me for several miles.”

The woman nodded. “It was a good thing to come here. Do you have a license number?”

“No. I only saw the front of the car.”

The woman smiled. She reached in the window and put her hand in hand on Lisa shoulder. “I’m Officer Kate. Tell you what, I’ll follow you home.”

Lisa nodded. “Thanks. I’m a little shaken.” Kate went to her car and followed Lisa out of the parking lot. Lisa appreciated Officer Kate’s friendliness and help. She kept her eyes open on the way home. No sign of the follower.

At her house, Lisa waved as she pulled in the driveway. Officer Kate waved back and Lisa pressed the garage door opener button. She pulled into the garage, turned off the engine and pressed the button to close the garage door. As she stepped out, she breathed a prayer, “Father God, thank you.” She smiled and pushed open the door into the house.