<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:50:51.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't-think-i-have-time-for-this</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-6920919691393253072</id><published>2011-01-15T09:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T09:25:26.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies' Christmas Tea Talk</title><content type='html'>Here's the message I shared at our first annual ladies' tea.  I went off script a bit, but God helped me!  We had 80 ladies in attendance, about half were guests!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wonderful to be here with all of you!  To slow down and enjoy this special time with friends &amp; family.  Thanks to all of you who prepared the delicious food!  I also want to thank the ladies on the planning team who made  this event possible:  Micki, Leslie, Barb, Lauren,  could you please stand up?   Thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a few minutes to reflect on the best Christmas gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew explains  in his gospel:    "All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had spoken by the prophet (Isaiah:) “Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall call his name Immanuel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immanuel means “God is with us”.  God Himself came wrapped up in a baby.  He was not content to remain distant from us; He stooped down to live among us.  He gave us Himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've  known about Him since my childhood, thanks to my devout parents and regular attendance at church.  I knew He was real and was there,  kind of like a neighbor I’d drive by and wave to.  A comfortable distance. I took for granted His presence and promises, but I didn't really take them to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a typical high school teenager- cheerleader and social butterfly.   I went off to college and it was there that a couple of friends invited me to a bible study.   I honestly wasn't interested, but they made great chocolate chip cookies and were so nice that I decided to attend.  We studied the gospel of John. I got a bit uncomfortable when I read that Jesus said, "If you love me, you'll obey me."   Oops!  I really believed I loved God, but thought he'd understand that girls just want to have fun. I hadn't connected the dots that obedience is what proved my love to Him.  I didn’t know that He took my sin so seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I knew that I was a sinner-I'd  lived long enough  to figure that out! I realized that my sins actually separated me from this Holy God.  But then there was the good news,  that God so loved the world that He gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.  He was showing me this Christmas gift, the Savior of the world, the Savior of me.  I was beginning to take it personally. It’s like the most amazing gift exchange:  Jesus taking my sin and dying on the cross to pay its penalty, then rising again and offering me forgiveness and reconciliation to God.    The Holy Spirit was at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a choice.  I could keep trying to figure out life on my own, going my own way, or give my life to Him. It dawned on me that he knew what was best  for me and I didn't. The longer I waited, the more miserable I felt!  The parties and boyfriend weren't satisfying this new longing in my heart for Jesus, in fact they were bringing me further away from His embrace.  I wanted to please him but couldn't on my own. He was calling me to confess my sins, turn away from them and receive His mercy.  I'm so glad I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that time, some 26 years ago, I've had plenty of ups and downs, many sins and failings, but thankfully salvation is a gift that was given to me and earned by Christ.   His mercies are new every morning, and that's because I need them! Jesus is truly the best gift I've ever received.   The more I get to know Him the more treasures I discover in Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He speaks to us through His Word. He hears and answers our prayers. He provides our needs. He keeps His promises to strengthen and guide us.  His Presence brings  comfort and peace through all the changes and uncertainties of this life. He never changes.  The more we trust in Him, the more peace we have.   He will never let go of us once we’ve given our heart to Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev. 3:20  “Behold, I stand at the door and knock.  If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Henry, a pastor who lived a long time ago, wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Christ is graciously pleased by his word and Spirit to come to the door of the heart of sinners; he draws near to them in a way of mercy, ready to make them a kind visit. [2.] He finds this door shut against him; the heart of man is by nature shut up against Christ by ignorance, unbelief, sinful prejudices. [3.] When he finds the heart shut, he does not immediately withdraw, but he waits to be gracious. [4.] He uses all proper means to awaken sinners, and to cause them to open to him: he calls by his word, he knocks by the impulses of his Spirit upon their conscience. [5.] Those who open to him shall enjoy his presence, to their great comfort and advantage. He will sup with them; he will give fresh supplies of graces and comforts, and thereby stir up fresh actings of faith, and love, and delight; and in all this Christ and his repenting people will enjoy pleasant communion with each other. Alas! what careless obstinate sinners lose by refusing to open the door of the heart to Christ!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  May we open our hearts to Him who gave His very life for us.  He is always inviting us to spend time with him.  Immanuel, God is with us!  He has all the time in the world for us, ladies, do we have time for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer I live the more I understand that time is a precious gift. We live each day choosing how we will invest this gift.  It's a challenge to redeem it and not waste it.  Sometimes it takes a crisis of health to help us to stop and savor the gift of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened to me in 2002. We were blessed to move to Haverhill, near my whole family.  My dad was very sick.  He'd had a stroke and was diagnosed with Lewy Body disease, a dementia similar to Alzheimers.  His life, which had been so full and strong came to a stand still.  My mom, brothers and sister rallied around him, determined to keep him home  We took turns caring for him.  I remember he'd  light up when I arrived, squeezing my hand, whispering my name and saying "I love you." He couldn't say much, but that was more enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 3 1/2 years was so precious to me.  The things that would’ve distracted me in ‘ordinary’ times just didn’t matter as much in that season.  It was an honor and privilege to serve to the man who had given so much to me.  There was also a satisfaction in knowing that Jesus said  that whatever we do to the least of these, we do to Him.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much but am comforted to know that he’s in heaven waiting for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has not left us as orphans.  Jesus said before ascending to heaven,  " behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age." He had explained to his disciples that it was better for them that he return there so that he could pour out  the Holy Spirit upon His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Holy Spirit is God’s Presence in us!! Christ in all believers,  the hope of glory!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He’s given to cheer and  to guide us. To comfort us, teach us and to help us to fulfill our calling; empowering us to be His hands and feet in this world..  He is still Immanuel, God with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no room available for baby Jesus in  Bethlehem that first Christmas.   Business was booming for the inn keepers, but they missed the opportunity of hosting the birth of the King of Kings! God was whispering, ‘be still and know that I am God!’ but only a few heard.  May He give us ears to hear and faith to receive him into our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hustle and bustle of this season and of this life, may we stop and enjoy this greatest gift:  Immanuel, God with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-6920919691393253072?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/6920919691393253072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=6920919691393253072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/6920919691393253072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/6920919691393253072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2011/01/ladies-christmas-tea-talk.html' title='Ladies&apos; Christmas Tea Talk'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-9175686742647535371</id><published>2010-09-11T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:23:40.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rAuUoOJfQ5g/TIuqoskPv1I/AAAAAAAAD6c/qSzJ-lDXv2Q/s1600/Jamie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rAuUoOJfQ5g/TIuqoskPv1I/AAAAAAAAD6c/qSzJ-lDXv2Q/s200/Jamie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515689784779980626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jamie at the grocery store when Daniel was a baby, some 21 years ago.  He used to bag my groceries and always had a great big smile and friendly greeting.  I could tell he was ‘special needs’ somehow, although he looked perfectly fine.  He was Paul’s age; a year older than me. A tall, burly blonde teddy bear type!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t long before he knew us by name and would remember details of our lives that we’d share.  God put him on my heart to reach out to and be a friend.  I ignored these promptings until Jamie and his mom ‘happened’ to sit right beside us at Friendly’s one day.  I knew it was my cue and that I should go and introduce myself to his mom.  She was happy to see he had a friend and I mentioned that we’d like to have him over to our home some time.  We exchanged numbers and that was the beginning of our friendship.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I learned that Jamie had had oxygen deprivation at birth due to the umbilical cord around his neck.  This effected his development and he was like an eight year old.  He was refreshingly childlike and sensitive.  He was also a diligent worker and bagged groceries for over 20 years at Star Market.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jamie would often come to our house for our small group fellowship.  He would sometimes join us for church as well.  He loved Lost in  Space and 1970’s music and shows.  I reminded him of Laura Brannigan and Paul was the professor from Gilligan’s Island (everyone reminded him of a celebrity)!  Jamie never forgot our birthdays or anniversary,  and even after we moved to Maryland in 1994, he always sent us greeting cards to celebrate, as well as updates on his life.  The kids loved reading his letters in his block style penmanship.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;His mom’s death was especially hard for him.  He moved to live with a caretaker after that.  His cat Louie was one of his closest companions and  he was again hit hard when he died.  A highlight for Jamie each year was Camp.  He so enjoyed the anticipation and then the participation in that special place. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We were happy when we returned to the area to get to see Jamie on his birthday.  Several friends would gather for his party and bless him with his favorite food, drink and music. Jamie would beam!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This past spring we weren’t able to make the party.  I heard from my friend Anne soon after that  Jamie had cancer.  I called him and realized he didn’t understand his illness very much but was receiving chemo and radiation.  I spoke with him again a month later and could tell he was in great pain  I sought to comfort him and he comforted me when he heard me cry.  I told him we’d come in soon to see him.  Unfortunately, he died before we got there.  I regret not seeing him before he died.  He was such a special friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I missed Jamie's birthday card this month and will miss this thoughtful greetings and friendship.  My life is richer thanks to him.  He taught me about the simple beauty of friendship; slowing down and making time to write that letter or card, taking that step to get to know someone new, someone different.  I’m glad I did, even though I wasn’t as faithful a friend as I wished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-9175686742647535371?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/9175686742647535371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=9175686742647535371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/9175686742647535371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/9175686742647535371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2010/09/jamie.html' title='Jamie'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rAuUoOJfQ5g/TIuqoskPv1I/AAAAAAAAD6c/qSzJ-lDXv2Q/s72-c/Jamie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-4710263555074517368</id><published>2010-08-14T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T19:19:23.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Summer Reflection</title><content type='html'>Here we are again...the heat of summer subtly giving way to the cool of fall..it feels wonderful after an exceptionally hot season here in New England.  But, how I savor these last weeks of summer vacation with the kids.  &lt;br /&gt;Right now, Caleb is HOME (!) from his excellent adventures at Camp Clear where he served as a counselor for 5 weeks.  He had a fantastic time and grew by leaps and bounds!!  Mary is here, reading one of her summer assignments for school (go, Mary!).&lt;br /&gt;Paul's taking a nap, and Daniel and John are in NYC for an excellent adventure!  They left early this morning by train to enjoy city life for a couple days!  This is John's first time to NYC.  They hope to visit a couple of colleges John's interested in.  Paul caught up with them while they were on the ferry to Statin Island!  They'll also stay with a host from our Brooklyn 'sister' church and worship with them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog, blog, blog.  Paul thinks I should blog more.  I wonder what I should blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Life, of course! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today I was in the van, waiting for my friend Shelley to pick up a few things at Market Basket while little Jamie slept in the car seat.  I enjoyed people watching and the thought came to me clear as day why:  People are made in the image of God!!!&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear that?  Nothing else, no other form of creation can make this claim.  Only people are made in the IMAGE of GOD!  No wonder they're fascinating!  No wonder we are interested in stories, shows, movies, books, drama...life!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get way too busy and forget to stop and take it in-this amazing truth is worth meditating on.  If we're made in the image of God, then we have much to learn by honoring each human creature we encounter and learning from their lives.  All our lives tell a thousand plus stories.  So next time I'm tempted to rush past or get annoyed with someone I hope I can remember they're God's handiwork.  I want to learn more what it means..and in so doing hopefully reflect my Lord to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-4710263555074517368?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/4710263555074517368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=4710263555074517368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/4710263555074517368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/4710263555074517368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-summer-reflection.html' title='Some Summer Reflection'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-6735525663293808473</id><published>2010-03-30T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:57:48.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbered With Sinners- Isaiah 53:12</title><content type='html'>Imagine being numbered with the most despised?  How about sex offenders, for instance?  Imagine a list in the newspaper of offenders and your name being on it, even though you're innocent.  How outrageous and awful a thought.  What shame, dismay, indignation!  What a desire to right the wrong, broadcast the truth about your innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jesus, the perfectly righteous one was numbered with the transgressors.  This was inexplicably worse that the above scenario.  He was not only numbered with us, but ultimately and thoroughly punished for all our sins. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why?  Spurgeon explains well:  'He was holy and written among the holy; we were guilty and numbered among the guilty; He transfers His name from yonder list to this dark indictment, and our names are taken from the indictment and written in the roll of acceptance, for there is a complete transfer made between Jesus and His people."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-6735525663293808473?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/6735525663293808473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=6735525663293808473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/6735525663293808473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/6735525663293808473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2010/03/numbered-with-sinners-isaiah-5312.html' title='Numbered With Sinners- Isaiah 53:12'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-1685540991339314256</id><published>2009-12-02T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:59:35.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>What is the secret of it and how can we attain it. We see today that fame and fortune do not ensure it. Not a great looking spouse or the American dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Godliness with contentment is GREAT gain," the Bible teaches us. We know it's true when we live there-you know, those times when your heart is at rest in God's will, trusting, believing, hoping and ENJOY-&lt;br /&gt;ING His peace and His blessings. But how terribly easy it is to long for the not- given blessings. 'More, more, more,' our hearts cry! How sad that we go there by default more often than not since the fall in Eden. Then the joy we could be enjoying is stolen away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray we'd all stop and learn that this world cannot give us the contentment we long for; it only comes from above. And may the grace of God bestow true contentment so that we can live lives that honor the great Giver and enjoy His many blessings in a way that brings Him the glory He desires and deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He alone can truly satisfy our insatiable hearts. Let it be!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-1685540991339314256?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1685540991339314256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=1685540991339314256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/1685540991339314256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/1685540991339314256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2009/12/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-1962038963986232376</id><published>2009-10-28T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:03:58.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still and Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:Arial; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Arial; 	mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; 	color:windowtext;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;“Be still and know that I am God.” Psalm 46&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;How hard this command is!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s easier for me to ‘be busy and know that I can accomplish much”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;It’s easier to “be still and know what the latest news or updates are”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;But here it is, the call of God, crystal clear for me to see: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Be still and know that I am God.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Could it be that there are riches untold for me in this place of stillness; depths of joy and peace and love that I can find no place else?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Treasures stored up for me as I am still and experience the God of the universe’s presence enfolding me and filling me with power and praise to Him?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Maybe this is the reason it is so hard to subdue my flesh and come before Him and truly wait upon Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The enemy of my soul knows the victory and life this would give me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My own flesh would rather have a field day in the world, even pursuing good things, instead of pursuing the best thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can feel important doing something-anything for God (or is it for my glory?).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can run from one good work to another, fulfilling my sense of worth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can neglect this command so easily and often that it becomes a habit, a mode of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still have my quiet time, of course: time in the Word and a few prayers, but not really slow down and be still. And then I wonder where the power for life and godliness went to; where the joy and peace and love have gone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hear more of the Psalm:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Therefore we will not fear, though the earth gives way, through the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;There is a river whose streams make glad the city of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;God&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;God will help her when morning dawns.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The nations rage, the kingdoms totter, he utters his voice, the earth melts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Lord of hosts is with us;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;the God of Jacob is our fortress.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Be still and know that I am God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I will be exalted among the nations,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I will be exalted in the earth!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Lord of hosts is with us;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The God of Jacob is our fortress.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Wow, with little old me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With you too?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only true God – the God of eternity is with us!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wants to reveal Himself in the secret, quiet place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;May we learn to be still and know that He is God!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-1962038963986232376?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1962038963986232376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=1962038963986232376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/1962038963986232376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/1962038963986232376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-still-and-know.html' title='Be Still and Know'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-8719992638475646558</id><published>2008-11-05T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:16:11.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear President -Elect Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dear  President-Elect Obama,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Today I  shed tears of joy, along with hundreds of thousands of Americans, for the great  victory of your election.  The significance of this moment cannot be  overstated.  Our African-American friends have been oppressed and cast aside for  generations in this country of ours.  Now, may the shame be completely wiped  away and may the glory that this nation represents and strives for become a  reality for more and more of our once silenced  citizens.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I confess  I did not cast my vote for you.  Not because you failed to inspire me with your  speeches, because you did.  Not because you do not impress me with your  leadership and vision, because you do.  I cast my vote for another based upon my  concern for another segment of our society which is downtrodden and cast aside,  the weak, the innocent; the unborn.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mr.  President-Elect, I pray that your heart would be burdened as well to do all in  your power to encourage the life that is even now forming in many to come to  fruition, to share in this great moment in our nation’s history.  We all know  the times are difficult and no one will escape the trials at hand.  Just as this  is true, so is the gift and privilege we have to live it.  May the millions of  unborn get this chance as well.  May the virtue of responsibility reign as  mothers choose to carry the fruit of their wombs to term,  to give the gift of  life to another.  I ask, President Obama, that you would prayerfully consider  your pay grade since indeed it has now risen at this moment in our history.  May  you be the champion of all those who are weak yet share the same right to  life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;May God bless you and your beautiful  family.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Margaret  Buckley&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-8719992638475646558?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/8719992638475646558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=8719992638475646558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/8719992638475646558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/8719992638475646558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-president-elect-obama.html' title='Dear President -Elect Obama'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-2435595972830812160</id><published>2007-05-16T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T15:31:59.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't think I have time or motivation for this!</title><content type='html'>I am officially taking a break, if not ending, blogging.   I started without much thought or prayer; impulsively.  And I pause here only because I don't see much benefit and the friends I have here aren't blog-world tuned.  Please do email me if you'd like because I'd love to keep in touch! I'll still check out some of the blogs of my far away chums as well as  some respected leaders and bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;Check back now and then just in case I get a heavenly vision or an inspiration to write again!&lt;br /&gt; Happy Spring and Summer!!    May you enjoy God's grace and the manifold beauty of His creation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-2435595972830812160?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/2435595972830812160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=2435595972830812160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/2435595972830812160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/2435595972830812160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-think-i-have-time-or-motivation.html' title='don&apos;t think I have time or motivation for this!'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-7346719639282896716</id><published>2007-04-19T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T13:58:17.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sober Thoughts my my Honey's Blog</title><content type='html'>Gospel Centered Everything&lt;br /&gt;It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God - that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. Therefore, as it is written: 'Let him who boasts boast in the Lord.' 1 Corinthians 1:30-31 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, April 19, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7084748791010551254"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kingofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/04/grieving-praying-remembering.html"&gt;Grieving, Praying &amp; Remembering&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy of the VT massacre hits home for every American. We are each left with a hollow feeling in our gut and a torrent of confusion in our mind. Add to this the media deluge and the plethora of talking heads all trying to analyze, understand and learn from this tragedy. And then throw it all into the frenetic activism of a society that thinks it can somehow create a perfect world where troubled youths don’t become psychopaths and every kid is safe from evil and you end up with a tempest of national angst.What are we to do amidst all this?Here are a three suggestions:1. Grieve, weep and mourn with those who mourn, without trying to bring trite or Pollyanna answers to people deeply affected by this tragedy. (See John Piper’s apropos comments from 911 &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/Articles/ByDate/2001/1516_How_Shall_We_Minister_to_People_After_the_World_Trade_Tower_Terrorism_of_September_11_2001/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. )2. Pray for the families affected and the VT community. (See Tim Challies listing of prayer requests from pastors on site &lt;a href="http://www.challies.com/archives/002505.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, see a list of the victims &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/17/us/20070418_VICTIMS_GRAPHIC.html?_r=3&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and pray for their families and friends.)3. Remembera. Remember that the world we live in is fallen, peopled by fallen human beings who are capable, at times, of great evil and not inherently worthy of a life free from tragedy and death. (See John Piper’s thoughts &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/Blog/583_lesson_1_weep_lesson_2_repent/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)b. Remember that God came as a man amidst all this evil to rescue us from ourselves and our society and Satan – the three sources of evil. (See Al Mohler’s thoughts &lt;a href="http://newsweek.washingtonpost.com/onfaith/r_albert_mohler_jr/2007/04/facing_the_reality_of_evil.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)c. Remember that God is in control and short of the return of his Son, he does not gaurauntee us safety but ultimate salvation. (Listen to an excellent message from CJ Mahaney on this &lt;a href="http://www.covlife.org/audio/10_13_02.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)May God bless you and use you as you grieve, pray and remember truth.Paul&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Paul Buckley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-7346719639282896716?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/7346719639282896716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=7346719639282896716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/7346719639282896716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/7346719639282896716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/04/sober-thoughts-my-my-honeys-blog.html' title='Sober Thoughts my my Honey&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-1518929395112151957</id><published>2007-04-06T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T07:06:19.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Deep the Father’s Love for Us</title><content type='html'>How deep the Father’s love for us, how vast beyond all measure&lt;br /&gt;That He should give His only Son to make a wretch His treasure!&lt;br /&gt;How great the pain of searing loss; the Father turns His face away,&lt;br /&gt;As wounds which mar the Chosen One bring many sons to glory.&lt;br /&gt;Behold the Man upon the cross, my sin upon His shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers.&lt;br /&gt;It was my sin that held Him there until it was accomplished;&lt;br /&gt;His dying breath has brought me life— I know that it is finished.&lt;br /&gt;I will not boast in anything, no gifts, no power, no wisdom;&lt;br /&gt;But I will boast in Jesus Christ, His death and resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I gain from His reward? I cannot give an answer.&lt;br /&gt;But this I know with all my heart: His wounds have paid my ransom.&lt;br /&gt;Stuart Townsend © 1995 Kingsway’s Music (ASCAP). Used by Permission. CCLI #89178&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-1518929395112151957?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1518929395112151957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=1518929395112151957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/1518929395112151957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/1518929395112151957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-deep-fathers-love-for-us.html' title='How Deep the Father’s Love for Us'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-6075742605125315661</id><published>2007-03-23T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:11:02.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin, Righteousness and MERCY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="6116741402799033038"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just had to share this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paultrippministries.blogspot.com/2007/03/mercy-me-psalm-51-and-everyday-life.html" target="_blank" zg="13"&gt;Mercy Me: Psalm 51 and Everyday Life&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those moments you want to take back. It was one of those times when you go where your desires and emotions are leading you. It was one of those situations when you know you should stop or walk away but feel you can't. And it was one of those moments when afterward you are confronted with the sin that still lives inside of you. Yes, it was one of those moments.It wasn't a big deal in one way. Just a small conversation that had turned a bit ugly. It wasn't a dramatic life-altering moment. It was in the privacy of my home with one of my family members. But maybe that's the point. Perhaps it's very important because that's where I live everyday. You see, you and I don't live in a series of big, dramatic moments. We don't careen from big decision to big decision. We all live in an endless series of little moments. The character of a life isn't set in ten big moments. The character of a life is set in 10,000 little moments of everyday life. It's the themes of struggles that emerge from those little moments that reveal what's really going on in our hearts.So, I knew I couldn't back away from this little moment. I knew I had to own my sin. The minute I thought this, an inner struggle began. "I wasn't the only one at fault. If he hadn't said what he said, I wouldn't have become angry. I was actually pretty patient for much of the conversation." These were some of the arguments I was giving myself.Isn't this interesting. Rather than appealing to the mercy of the Lord in the face of my sin, what I actually do instead is function as my own defense lawyer and present a list of arguments for my own righteousness. The theology behind the defense is that my greatest problem is outside of me, not inside of me. In so arguing, I'm telling myself that I don't really need to be rescued by the Lord's mercy. No, I'm telling myself that what I need to be rescued from is that sinner in the room who caused me to respond as I did.Here's the point. Before you can ever make a clean and unamended confession of your sin, you have to first begin by confessing your righteousness. It's not just your sin that separates you from God, your righteousness does as well. Because, when you are convinced you are righteous, you don't seek the forgiving, rescuing, and restoring mercy that can only be found in Jesus Christ.What's actually true is that when I come to the Lord after I've blown it, I've only one argument to make. It's not the argument of the difficulty of the environment that I am in. It's not the argument of the difficult people that I'm near. It's not the argument of good intentions that were thwarted in some way. No, I only have one argument. It's right there in the first verse of Psalm 51, as David confesses his sin with Bathsheba. I come to the Lord with only one appeal; his mercy. I've no other defense. I've no other standing. I've no other hope. I can't escape the reality of my biggest problem; me! So I appeal to the one thing in my life that's sure and will never fail. I appeal to the one thing that guaranteed not only my acceptance with God, but the hope of new beginnings and fresh starts. I appeal on the basis of the greatest gift I ever have or ever will be given. I leave the courtroom of my own defense, I come out of hiding and I admit who I am. But I'm not afraid, because I've been personally and eternally blessed. Because of what Jesus has done, God looks on me with mercy. It's my only appeal, it's the source of my hope, it's my life. Mercy, mercy me!&lt;br /&gt;posted by Paul Tripp Ministries &lt;a name="comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-6075742605125315661?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/6075742605125315661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=6075742605125315661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/6075742605125315661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/6075742605125315661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/03/sin-righteousness-and-mercy.html' title='Sin, Righteousness and MERCY'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-5457995901959448663</id><published>2007-03-22T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:23:35.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>We had a great time at the retreat!  The teachings were outstanding and the worship, ministry times, fellowship and food were wonderful!!  We learned and experienced the grace of God for the paths He’s placed us on.  What a joy to walk together with one another, praying for and caring for each other. &lt;br /&gt;On the way home, one of our dear sisters received terrible news that her aunt had suddenly and tragically died.   We all grieved together, prayed together and sought to bring the comfort of God to our dear friend.  It was truly a beautiful picture of the body of Christ at work and I know none of us will ever forget this ride home.&lt;br /&gt;One of the wonders of the church is the gift of fellowship and enduring friendship that only God can give.   We're truly family!&lt;br /&gt;I’m so thankful that we’re not called to walk the road alone, but God gives such grace through his people.  Thank you, Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-5457995901959448663?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/5457995901959448663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=5457995901959448663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/5457995901959448663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/5457995901959448663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/03/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home, Sweet Home'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-4200706387455306155</id><published>2007-03-09T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T09:12:30.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies' Retreat!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited to go to the Chesapeake Ladies' Retreat next week with eight other ladies from our church!! It will be a first-time experience of this special retreat for each of them, except Karin and me. We're so blessed to be invited and I know that the ladies are in for a huge treat. Every time I've gone with my dear old home church to this retreat I've met the Lord is life-changing ways and have been prepared for the next chapter in my life. I especially remember the year, let's see, it must've been 1996 or 97 , when I was wrestling with God and the decision whether to home school Daniel for fourth grade. I was really afraid of this decision and the Lord graciously gave me much faith and peace for it.&lt;br /&gt;Another great memory is bringing my neighbor Michelle to the retreat and watching her encounter God in worship for the first time! That was powerful!!&lt;br /&gt;What a tremendous privilege I have to introduce the ladies from King of Grace to sisters at Chesapeake. It's like a family reunion to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for us as we travel down in the big rossmobile! The road trip should be a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, that we'd all meet the Lord in life-changing and refreshing ways.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-4200706387455306155?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/4200706387455306155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=4200706387455306155&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/4200706387455306155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/4200706387455306155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/03/ladies-retreat.html' title='Ladies&apos; Retreat!!'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-6859496016028063316</id><published>2007-03-05T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:35:14.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 8; Hallelujah!</title><content type='html'>We've been memorizing Romans 8 as a family and it is so life-giving and sweet to my soul! Here are some of the gems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-2 There is therefore now NO condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. For the law of the Spirit of life has set you free in Christ Jesus from the law of sin an death.&lt;br /&gt;5-9 For those who live according to the flesh have their minds set on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit set their minds on the things of the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;To set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace. For the mind that is set on the flesh is hostile to God, for it does not submit to God's law; indeed, it cannot. Those who are in the flesh cannot please God.&lt;br /&gt;You, however, are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if in fact the Spirit of Christ dwells in you. Anyone who does not have the Spirit of Christ does not belong to him.&lt;br /&gt;11-15 If the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, he who raised Jesus will also give life to your mortal bodies through his Spirit who dwells in you.&lt;br /&gt;So then, brothers, we are debtors, not to the flesh, to live according to the flesh. For if you live according to the flesh you will die, but if by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body, you will live. For all who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, "Abba, Father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Grace, Like Rain' is a beautiful song we sang at church yesterday and it's playing in my soul today. This version sounds a bit like Bruce Springsteen, but the classic message still comes through ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://christianmusic.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http://www.goldusa.com/FCD/F246/TAgracelikeraintrk04.ram"&gt;Grace, Like Rain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-6859496016028063316?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/6859496016028063316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=6859496016028063316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/6859496016028063316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/6859496016028063316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/03/romans-8-hallelujah.html' title='Romans 8; Hallelujah!'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-2153890106517749095</id><published>2007-03-03T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T06:42:27.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unworthy Servant</title><content type='html'>Luke 17:7-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Will any of you who has a servant plowing or keeping sheep say to him when he has come in from the fields, ‘Come at once and recline at table’?  Will he not rather say to him, ‘Prepare supper for me, and dress properly, and serve me while I eat and drink, and afterward you will eat and drink?  Does he thank the servant because he did what was commanded?  So you also, when you have done all that you were commanded, say, ‘We are unworthy servants; we have only done what was our duty.’ ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to recline after serving the Lord and often feel this is my due.  How lacking I am of this servant’s mindset that Jesus portrays.  In fact, lately I’ve been complaining in my heart about the many nights of meetings we have scheduled. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Father, forgive me for complaining about the work you’ve called us to.  Thank you for the privilege of serving You in the work of plowing fields and tending sheep.  Please make me a humble servant who recognizes the privilege it is to serve You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-2153890106517749095?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/2153890106517749095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=2153890106517749095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/2153890106517749095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/2153890106517749095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/03/unworthy-servant.html' title='Unworthy Servant'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-3221696887229024016</id><published>2007-02-28T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T11:10:50.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Amazing Grace</title><content type='html'>Paul &amp; I went to see the movie Amazing Grace and were very blessed!  We can highly recommend this movie.  It's about William Wilberforce, a godly man who abolished the slave trade in England.  His life is truly provoking and inspiring.  He loved the Lord passionately and served Him wholeheartedly, giving his life to the calling the Lord had for him.  He struggled with serious health issues and endured intense political opposition.  His wife was a match for him in every way, providing the encouragement and support he needed to heed the call of God on his life.  What a great example for us!  &lt;br /&gt;John Piper has an audiobiography online that's great, and I hear there's a couple biographies which we will seek to read.  Also, Focus on the Family has done a dramatization of his life (their series are always excellent).&lt;br /&gt;Go see the movie!!  It's wonderful!!&lt;br /&gt;Paul &amp; I thought the actor for William looked like Bob Kauflin! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-3221696887229024016?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3221696887229024016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=3221696887229024016&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/3221696887229024016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/3221696887229024016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/02/truly-amazing-grace.html' title='Truly Amazing Grace'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-3025619564423800881</id><published>2007-02-19T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:18:50.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Eat!</title><content type='html'>My honey made (well heated up my) homemade chicken soup and DID make a delicious spinach garlic tomato saute thingy for dinner.  I was sitting here with the laptop and said I had no appetite.  He beckoned me to eat anyway.  I obeyed submissively and as soon as we gave thanks I inhaled the delicious dinner.  My dormant taste buds started to live again!&lt;br /&gt;My coherent meditation on this is that even when we don't feel like eating. we must for our health.  Even more importantly, even when we don't feel like reading the Word, we must for our spiritual health!  Sometimes it may feel like taking vitamins and sometimes it may be a gourmet experience, but either way we need the Bread of Life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-3025619564423800881?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3025619564423800881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=3025619564423800881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/3025619564423800881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/3025619564423800881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/02/come-and-eat.html' title='Come and Eat!'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-1442085099749102993</id><published>2007-02-19T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:19:08.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>awfully sick</title><content type='html'>Well, the miracle didn't happen..meaning I did get the flu most likely from my sweet husband!  This is truly the flu and I hope no more!  My fever was gone but now is back which makes me suspect an infection of sorts may be brewing somewhere in my body.  Pleasant, huh?  &lt;br /&gt;Amazing, the truffle chocolate kisses I so enjoyed last week (you've gotta try them-they're regular kisses wrapped with dark chocolate) taste awful to me right now.  Interesting that our health affects our appetite and taste buds so much.  Made me ponder the spiritual side of this a little bit, but not enough to write anything coherent about it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm rejoicing right now though because I just heard that my friend Briana is on her way home with her new baby Isabella!!!&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord!!&lt;br /&gt;We have two pregnant ladies in our church and I think it's the best way to grow a church!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-1442085099749102993?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1442085099749102993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=1442085099749102993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/1442085099749102993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/1442085099749102993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/02/awfully-sick.html' title='awfully sick'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-3658199762095711905</id><published>2007-02-13T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T13:46:55.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Blizzard?</title><content type='html'>We're readying for a big storm that's predicted to bring about a foot of snow!  It's about time.  It's good timing for us, since John &amp; Mary are down with a nasty virus and we're not going anywhere anyway! Paul introduced the virus to our family and is now in Gaithersburg for a pastoral counseling course at the Pastors' College.  &lt;br /&gt;We did get away to celebrate Valentine's Day early, thankfully.  We stayed at a wonderful Hampton Inn in Portsmouth NH and thoroughly enjoyed our time in spite of Paul's nasty cold (thank God for medicine!).  I guess it will be a miracle if I don't get this thing!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines to all you love birds out there..enjoy your man!  I can't wait to see mine on Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-3658199762095711905?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3658199762095711905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=3658199762095711905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/3658199762095711905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/3658199762095711905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-blizzard.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Blizzard?'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-1112840050823757446</id><published>2007-02-06T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:50:44.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Micki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rAuUoOJfQ5g/RcjNgyS8SGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WL9C8FaA1EM/s1600-h/buckscook%26haavistos%40glenellis2005_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rAuUoOJfQ5g/RcjNgyS8SGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WL9C8FaA1EM/s320/buckscook%26haavistos%40glenellis2005_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028494947099887714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my very dear friend Micki's birthday. (She's the cutie on the right.)  I thought it fitting to honor her.   &lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 17:17 says "A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity." &lt;br /&gt; This verse reminds me of Micki's friendship and character.  I am so blessed by our relationship.  Micki's Dad was a pastor and so she has a real sensitivity to the challenges and the blessings that come with this call.  God has graced her with the gifts of encouragement and wisdom, and has brought me so much good through her! She asks great questions and follows up to see how I'm doing in areas I'm struggling with.&lt;br /&gt; Micki has been there through all the trials and changes that we've experienced in our church plant. (I must add that Jeff, her hubby, has been a HUGE source of encouragement and help for Paul in the ministry at King of Grace.)&lt;br /&gt;Micki makes my laugh and helps me to enjoy life :)  &lt;br /&gt;We often say the reason God put us 30 minutes away from eachother is because we'd spend way too much time hanging out and getting nothing done but fun!  I still wish we lived closer though!&lt;br /&gt;Micki has had chronic migraines for 16 years now.  Sometimes they're so severe she can't get out of bed for several days.  I've never heard Micki complain about her suffering and am amazed at God's grace in her to sustain her and use her to serve again and again (another gift of hers is serving).  I pray that God grants her the gift of healing from these headaches this year!&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about this amazing friend; my comrade and sister.  I thank God for you, Micki!!!  Thank you for loving at all times.  I want to be more like you.  I love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-1112840050823757446?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1112840050823757446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=1112840050823757446&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/1112840050823757446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/1112840050823757446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/02/micki.html' title='Micki'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rAuUoOJfQ5g/RcjNgyS8SGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WL9C8FaA1EM/s72-c/buckscook%26haavistos%40glenellis2005_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-4774176402854964415</id><published>2007-02-05T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:13:04.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>‘Whate’er  My God Ordains in Right’</title><content type='html'>by Samuel Rodigast, is the title of Bach’s favorite hymn.  I learned on Sunday from our guest speaker, Jared Mellinger,  that Bach had 20 children, of whom 13 died.  In the life of one who suffered so much loss, this hymn speaks of great faith in a good and great God.&lt;br /&gt;In our day of comforts and convenience, we do well to prepare for inevitable suffering personally and corporately.  Yet ‘we want to live our lives more aware of Christ’s suffering for us than our own suffering.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whate’er my God ordains is right:&lt;br /&gt;His holy will abideth;&lt;br /&gt;I will be still whate’er He doth;&lt;br /&gt;And follow where He guideth;&lt;br /&gt;He is my God; though dark my road,&lt;br /&gt;He holds me that I shall not fall:&lt;br /&gt;Wherefore to Him I leave it all.&lt;br /&gt;Whate’er my God ordains is right:&lt;br /&gt;He never will deceive me;&lt;br /&gt;He leads me by the proper path:&lt;br /&gt;I know He will not leave me.&lt;br /&gt;I take, content, what He hath sent;&lt;br /&gt;His hand can turn my griefs away,&lt;br /&gt;And patiently I wait His day.&lt;br /&gt;Whate’er my God ordains is right:&lt;br /&gt;His loving thought attends me;&lt;br /&gt;No poison can be in the cup&lt;br /&gt;That my Physician sends me.&lt;br /&gt;My God is true; each morn anew&lt;br /&gt;I’ll trust His grace unending,&lt;br /&gt;My life to Him commending.&lt;br /&gt;Whate’er my God ordains is right:&lt;br /&gt;He is my Friend and Father;&lt;br /&gt;He suffers naught to do me harm,&lt;br /&gt;Though many storms may gather,&lt;br /&gt;Now I may know both joy and woe,&lt;br /&gt;Some day I shall see clearly&lt;br /&gt;That He hath loved me dearly.&lt;br /&gt;Whate’er my God ordains is right:&lt;br /&gt;Though now this cup, in drinking,&lt;br /&gt;May bitter seem to my faint heart,&lt;br /&gt;I take it, all unshrinking.&lt;br /&gt;My God is true; each morn anew&lt;br /&gt;Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And pain and sorrow shall depart.&lt;br /&gt;Whate’er my God ordains is right:&lt;br /&gt;Here shall my stand be taken;&lt;br /&gt;Though sorrow, need, or death be mine,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am not forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;My Father’s care is round me there;&lt;br /&gt;He holds me that I shall not fall:&lt;br /&gt;And so to Him I leave it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-4774176402854964415?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/4774176402854964415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=4774176402854964415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/4774176402854964415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/4774176402854964415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/02/whateer-my-god-ordains-in-right.html' title='‘Whate’er  My God Ordains in Right’'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-2491626951795253146</id><published>2007-01-30T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T12:36:37.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Mercy!</title><content type='html'>Have mercy from above,&lt;br /&gt;please save the ones we love!&lt;br /&gt;And save our enemies&lt;br /&gt;(not just the ones we please).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, hear our cries today,&lt;br /&gt;pour out your saving grace!&lt;br /&gt;On this, your favor day,&lt;br /&gt;have mercy, Lord we pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use us to reach the lost,&lt;br /&gt;help us to count the cost.&lt;br /&gt;To redeem our every day;&lt;br /&gt;and the truth boldly proclaim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill us, O Spirit of God,&lt;br /&gt;help us forsake our pride.&lt;br /&gt;Not our will, but yours be done,&lt;br /&gt;please let your kingdom come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonder, what a grace~&lt;br /&gt;to be filled and used each day.&lt;br /&gt;Glorify your Name, we pray&lt;br /&gt;til we see you face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory, glory to Your Name;&lt;br /&gt;please increase your holy fame&lt;br /&gt;in all nations, tribes and tongues~&lt;br /&gt;in all those you died to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, Lord Jesus, come, we say&lt;br /&gt;hasten to redeem this day.&lt;br /&gt;You're our high exalted king&lt;br /&gt;and the ruler of all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory, glory to the Lamb,&lt;br /&gt;to the One slain for man.&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate your saving grace&lt;br /&gt;and are blessed to run this race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-2491626951795253146?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/2491626951795253146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=2491626951795253146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/2491626951795253146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/2491626951795253146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/01/have-mercy.html' title='Have Mercy!'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-3156724705568211622</id><published>2007-01-24T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:16:44.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>Growing up &lt;br /&gt;Happens before our eyes,&lt;br /&gt;One day in the cradle&lt;br /&gt;The next,  junior high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it happens to your own &lt;br /&gt;It is strange indeed,&lt;br /&gt;How could this boy who&lt;br /&gt;I nursed, cuddled and reared&lt;br /&gt;Grow into a man with a beard?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he remember his appointments without my reminders?&lt;br /&gt;Will he feel happy and loved without my every day hugs?&lt;br /&gt;How hard it is to let go and let God take control&lt;br /&gt; (as if He didn’t have it before?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son’s a young man,  yet still my child to me,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to know how to relate and to see&lt;br /&gt;What will serve and what won’t; when to call, when refrain&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to let go, but I'm comforted to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU will never let him go, not a moment, oh no,&lt;br /&gt;You will hold him and keep him and love him each day&lt;br /&gt;You’ll correct and protect and reveal your love and truth all the way.&lt;br /&gt;How grateful I am to know this is true&lt;br /&gt;That my young man is Your man and Your plan is good and perfect too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me mother him for so long,&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to mother in new ways while that he’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;Keep him safe, grant success and bless his college years&lt;br /&gt;With growing wisdom, godly friends and a faith that endures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-3156724705568211622?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3156724705568211622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=3156724705568211622&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/3156724705568211622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/3156724705568211622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/01/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-4598837839260769220</id><published>2007-01-17T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T07:15:45.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged and it's fun!</title><content type='html'>Lisa tagged me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how this tag goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Grab the book closest to you&lt;br /&gt;2) Open to page 123, go down to the fourth sentence&lt;br /&gt;3) Post the text of the following 3 sentences&lt;br /&gt;4) Name the author and book title&lt;br /&gt;5) Tag three people to do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bible says on pg. 123, fourth line down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You shall not steal.  You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.  You shall not covet your neighbor's house; you shall not covet your neighbor's wife, or his male servant, or his female servant, or his ox, or his donkey, or anything that is your neighbor's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author is my Best Friend, Jesus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Briana, Daniel, and Enza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-4598837839260769220?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/4598837839260769220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=4598837839260769220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/4598837839260769220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/4598837839260769220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-got-tagged-and-its-fun.html' title='I got tagged and it&apos;s fun!'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-4263838315345885901</id><published>2007-01-16T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T14:56:47.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Being in Maryland this past weekend has me pretty nostalgic.  It was so nice to see dear, old friends.  The beauty of friendship is being able to pick up right where you left off, no matter how much time has passed.  The wonder of godly friendship is the grace to overlook the many imperfections one has brought to the table and enjoy the many graces God bestows instead.  I’m so thankful for this grace that my friends give me time and time again!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always hard to have limited time for our visits ‘down’, and sad to miss out on real visits with so many we love.  This makes me look forward to heaven where we’ll be together with our extended family in Christ and have all the time in the world, I mean, in heaven to enjoy!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of an oldie but goodie song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words: Deborah D. Smith&lt;br /&gt;Music: Michael W. Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing up the dreams God planted&lt;br /&gt;In the fertile soil of you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t believe the hopes He’s granted&lt;br /&gt;Means a chapter in your life is through&lt;br /&gt;But we’ll keep you close as always&lt;br /&gt;It wont even seem you’ve gone&lt;br /&gt;cause our hearts in big and small ways&lt;br /&gt;Will keep the love that keeps us strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And friends are friends forever&lt;br /&gt;If the Lord’s the Lord of them&lt;br /&gt;And a friend will not say never&lt;br /&gt;cause the welcome will not end&lt;br /&gt;Though its hard to let you go&lt;br /&gt;In the Father’s hands we know&lt;br /&gt;That a lifetimes not too long to live as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the faith and love God’s given&lt;br /&gt;Springing from the hope we know&lt;br /&gt;We will pray the joy you’ll live in&lt;br /&gt;Is the strength that now you show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well keep you close as always&lt;br /&gt;It wont even seem you’ve gone&lt;br /&gt;cause our hearts in big and small ways&lt;br /&gt;Will keep the love that keeps us strong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-4263838315345885901?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/4263838315345885901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=4263838315345885901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/4263838315345885901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/4263838315345885901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-2367593117745776332</id><published>2007-01-07T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T15:38:20.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet contentment</title><content type='html'>Here's a poem by William Cowper called 'Contentment' that's wonderful!  May your year be filled with the sweet and satisfying fruit of contentment in our dear Lord Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contentment--Philippians 4 (From The Olney Hymns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fierce passions discompose the mind,&lt;br /&gt;As tempests vex the sea:&lt;br /&gt;But calm content and peace we find,&lt;br /&gt;When, Lord, we turn to thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In vain by reason and by rule&lt;br /&gt;We try to bend the will;&lt;br /&gt;For none but in the Saviour’s school&lt;br /&gt;Can learn the heavenly skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since at his feet my soul has sat,&lt;br /&gt;His gracious words to hear,&lt;br /&gt;Contented with my present state,&lt;br /&gt;I cast on him my care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Art thou a sinner, soul?” he said,&lt;br /&gt;“Then how canst thou complain?&lt;br /&gt;How light thy troubles here, if weigh’d&lt;br /&gt;With everlasting pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If thou of murmuring wouldst be cured,&lt;br /&gt;Compare thy griefs with mine;&lt;br /&gt;Think what my love for thee endured,&lt;br /&gt;And thou wilt not repine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“‘Tis I appoint thy daily lot,&lt;br /&gt;And I do all things well;&lt;br /&gt;Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot,&lt;br /&gt;And rise with me to dwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In life my grace shall strength supply,&lt;br /&gt;Proportion’d to thy day;&lt;br /&gt;At death thou still shalt find me nigh,&lt;br /&gt;To wipe thy tears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I, who once my wretched days&lt;br /&gt;In vain repinings spent,&lt;br /&gt;Taught in my Saviour’s school of grace,&lt;br /&gt;Have learnt to be content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-2367593117745776332?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/2367593117745776332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=2367593117745776332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/2367593117745776332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/2367593117745776332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweet-contentment.html' title='sweet contentment'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-3999384211867175273</id><published>2006-12-30T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T15:37:31.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Here's some great goals from Jonathon Edward's pen, written at age 17!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  http://doctrinematters.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to be more effective in my walk and my witness for God's glory this upcoming new year.  He has filled me with joy unspeakable and I want to proclaim the GREAT NEWS of the gospel with boldness and grace regularly.  Please pray for this fresh zeal to glorify God and obey Him to only grow in me and bear much fruit!  Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-3999384211867175273?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3999384211867175273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=3999384211867175273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/3999384211867175273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/3999384211867175273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-8267426015947939009</id><published>2006-12-12T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T15:03:28.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TREASURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been meditating on ‘treasure’ verses lately. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How I long to enjoy the finest Treasure more and more. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here are some verses I’ve been looking at:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mtt.6:19-21&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Do not lay up for yourselves &lt;b style=""&gt;treasures&lt;/b&gt; on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves &lt;b style=""&gt;treasures &lt;/b&gt;in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For where your &lt;b style=""&gt;treasure&lt;/b&gt; is, there your heart will be also.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mtt.13:44 The kingdom of heaven is like &lt;b style=""&gt;treasure&lt;/b&gt; hidden in a field, which a man found and covered up. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then in his joy he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Prov. 2:1&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“My son, if you receive my words and &lt;b style=""&gt;treasure&lt;/b&gt; up my commandments with you, if you seek it like silver and search for it as for hidden &lt;b style=""&gt;treasures&lt;/b&gt;, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2Cor.4:6-7 “God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We have &lt;b style=""&gt;this treasure&lt;/b&gt; in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1Tim.6:17-19 “As for the rich in this present age, charge them not to be haughty, nor set their hopes on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly provides us with everything to enjoy. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They are to good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, thus storing up &lt;b style=""&gt;treasure&lt;/b&gt; for themselves as a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hole of that which is truly life.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Col.2:2-3 “that their hearts may be encouraged, being knit together in love, to reach all the riches of full assurance of understanding and the &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;knowledge of God’s mystery, which is Christ, in whom are hidden all the &lt;b style=""&gt;treasures &lt;/b&gt;of wisdom and knowledge.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May this Treasure be gloried in and enjoyed immensely by all the children of God this Christmas season and always!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are rich indeed, in every way!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-8267426015947939009?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/8267426015947939009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=8267426015947939009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/8267426015947939009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/8267426015947939009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/12/treasures.html' title='TREASURES'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-1494047584886869556</id><published>2006-12-08T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T09:31:45.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have No Greater Joy</title><content type='html'>I am so very thankful to the Lord for His grace upon my son Daniel! I don't think a greater joy can be found on earth than to see our children walk with God. I read this on his blog today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, December 08, 2006&lt;br /&gt;"Life Ticks DownI am almost done my first semester, but it doesn't even seem real. I still feel like I'm gonna wake up one day back in my house in Maryland and realize that I've been twelve years old this whole time. Am I really a college student? Does life really go this fast? Crazy. And who knows what lies ahead? But I'm gonna make sure I serve God with my life, cause I don't wanna waste my days. What is your will for me? I just wanna trust and believe, cause I really have no other choice. I've always thought or life as one big day in which we take many naps and grow and learn. It's like a video game with a mission. We're all going to reach the end sooner than we know. I just wanna make sure that my mission gives God glory, so that when Game Over comes, I'll hear the "well done good and faithful servant" and enter into rich rewards, seeing family members and friends who I led to salvation there. I know that Christ has already won my salvation for me, but I wanna know this even more, and be compelled to live everyday not considering my life of any worth apart from serving him. I wanna sacrifice my soul, body, work, tongue. Make me like Christ!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Daniel is joining our church this Sunday as an official adult member :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-1494047584886869556?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1494047584886869556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=1494047584886869556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/1494047584886869556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/1494047584886869556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-no-greater-joy.html' title='I Have No Greater Joy'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-7858287740969418922</id><published>2006-11-28T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T13:49:29.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barren Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Barren beauty of the trees&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reminds me now of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Calvary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where You bled and died for me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon that awful, barren tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before this day, I oft would dread&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When all the leaves the trees laid bare&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’d long for snow to cover them&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And laden white, they’d look so fair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You opened my eyes to see the gift&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The bereft trees are to my faith&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For reminders are needed every day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of that Day of Day of grace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So now I’m thankful for the trees&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though plain and stark; their beauty deep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That speaks a better word to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of life and death and eternity&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-7858287740969418922?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/7858287740969418922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=7858287740969418922&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/7858287740969418922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/7858287740969418922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/11/barren-beauty.html' title='Barren Beauty'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-116356240818832748</id><published>2006-11-14T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:46:48.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving: glorifying to God and so good for my soul!!</title><content type='html'>The other day I was struggling with weak faith.  As I cried out to the Lord, alone in my room, just Him &amp; me, I read about the thorny soil in Luke 8.  The thorns represent the concerns of this world, which choke the word and make it unfruitful.  The Lord showed my this was my problem-my worries were choking my faith.  He also gently showed me my lack of thankfulness. &lt;br /&gt;Right about the same time a dear friend came to the door to drop something off.  Paul was downstairs to receive the item.  I came down soon after she left to find an anniversary gift-a beautiful wreath made with sand dollars.  I thanked God for Lisa’s thoughtfulness and their incredible family that’s such a blessing to our whole family and church.  As I contemplated God’s goodness and my serious lack of thankfulness of late, I gazed out my bedroom window to see our friend Christopher chopping wood for us.  He was working hours, serving our family with joy.  He is here with the Catalyst program to serve our church in outreach as well in other ways like this day.  He enjoys doing stuff on Paul’s to-do list!!!  This is no small blessing to our family!  I was overcome with tears of thankful joy to my gracious God.  He has blessed us so much and I realize that thankfulness is the opener of my eyes and the softener of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice.  Let your reasonableness be known to everyone.  The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication WITH THANKSGIVING let your requests be made known to God.  And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”Phil.4:4-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faith was built up greatly as I exercised the grace of thankfulness.  I want to grow in this so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-116356240818832748?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/116356240818832748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=116356240818832748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/116356240818832748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/116356240818832748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-glorifying-to-god-and-so.html' title='Thanksgiving: glorifying to God and so good for my soul!!'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-116344668677469642</id><published>2006-11-13T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:39:59.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abe Started It (Official Thanksgiving Day, that is!)</title><content type='html'>Proclamation of Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;by the President of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year that is drawing toward its close has been filled with the blessings of fruitful years and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the Source from which they come, others have been added which are of so extraordinary a nature that they can not fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever-watchful providence of Almighty God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign states to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere, except in the theater of military conflict, while that theater has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the field of peaceful industry to the national defense have not arrested the plow, the shuttle, or the ship; the ax has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than theretofore. Population has steadily increased notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege, and the battlefield, and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently, and gratefully acknowledged, as with one heart and one voice, by the whole American people. I do therefore invite my fellow-citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next as a day of thanksgiving and praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners, or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it, as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes, to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquility, and union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In testimony wherof I have herunto set my hand and caused the seal of the United States to be affixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Signed]&lt;br /&gt;A. Lincoln&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-116344668677469642?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/116344668677469642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=116344668677469642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/116344668677469642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/116344668677469642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/11/abe-started-it-official-thanksgiving.html' title='Abe Started It (Official Thanksgiving Day, that is!)'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-116191016406782056</id><published>2006-10-26T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:52:44.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O The Wonderful Cross!</title><content type='html'>Here's an excellent post from Josh Harris's blog about how the gospel alone transforms our lives.  Praise God for His glory invading our hearts and working out in our lives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change Happens Because of the Gospel&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm working on a message I'll be giving to the small-group leaders of our church. The theme is "change." We're taking two days away to talk about sanctification, how God's Spirit works in us to change us and conform us to his image. The main goal of my message, which opens the retreat, is to remind us all that the basis of the ongoing work of change is the finished work of Jesus who died and rose again for our justification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his book The Gospel for Real Life, Jerry Bridges quotes nineteenth-century Scottish pastor and author, Horatius Bonar. Read this slowly and let its truth sink in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The secret of a believer’s holy walk is his continual recurrence to the blood of the Surety, and his daily [communion] with a crucified and risen Lord. All divine life, and all precious fruits of it, pardon, peace, and holiness, spring from the cross. All fancied sanctification which does not arise wholly from the blood of the cross is nothing better than Pharisaism. If we would be holy, we must get to the cross, and dwell there; else, notwithstanding all our labor, diligence, fasting, praying and good works, we shall be yet void of real sanctification, destitute of those humble, gracious tempers which accompany a clear view of the cross. False ideas of holiness are common, not only among those who profess false religions, but among those who profess the true. The love of God to us, and our love to Him, work together for producing holiness. Terror accomplishes no real obedience. Suspense brings forth no fruit unto holiness. No gloomy uncertainty as to god’s favor can subdue one lust, or correct our crookedness of will. But the free pardon of the cross uproots sin, and withers all its branches. Only the certainty of love, forgiving love, can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God calls us to participate, to cooperate with the work of his Spirit and, empowered by his grace, to work diligently. But all this labor must be founded on the objective reality of free pardon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sin are you struggling against? Anger? Lust? Anxiety? Do you long for a sense of pardon, peace and greater holiness? These fruits spring from the cross. You will only see real lasting change as you believe and apply what Jesus has done for you through his death for you. He has loved you with a perfect love. It is not the result of your works. It is a free gift. Turning from this truth as some sort of twisted self-inflicted punishment will only drive you further from the grace needed to change. Have you ever tried that? “I can’t think about grace, I need to feel condemned for a week as punishment.” It doesn’t work. As Bonar put it, "No gloomy uncertainty as to God’s favor can subdue one lust, or correct our crookedness of will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but "the free pardon of the cross uproots sin, and withers all its branches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray whatever sin you're facing will be uprooted as you believe and trust "the free pardon of the cross."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// posted by Joshua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-116191016406782056?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/116191016406782056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=116191016406782056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/116191016406782056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/116191016406782056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-wonderful-cross.html' title='O The Wonderful Cross!'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-116171633231676539</id><published>2006-10-24T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:58:52.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary,  Darling!</title><content type='html'>This past week we visited the church we were married in and even got to dine in the reception hall we celebrated our marriage in while we attended a crisis pregnancy dinner!!   Our table happened to be right next to where our head table was on that beautiful evening so many years ago.  Next week is our 19th anniversary-and I couldn't be more blessed and loved than I am by this man of God!!  Thank you, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a poem I found in our memorabilia box of letters and cards, written in 1998 for my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete commitment;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident trust:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the man I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His faith is his anchor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His God is his Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His life is lived out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the power of God’s Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than I deserve-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my husband-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever he goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow behind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blessed and so honored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter the cost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter the plan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that he’ll follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s every command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, make me his crown;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noble wife let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this, the man of all men,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That You’ve given to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-116171633231676539?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/116171633231676539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=116171633231676539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/116171633231676539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/116171633231676539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-anniversary-darling.html' title='Happy Anniversary,  Darling!'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-116108872766470696</id><published>2006-10-17T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T05:38:47.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Mundane</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a busy day filled with many small accomplishments:  two loads of laundry washed and folded, some spackling long over-due finally done, organization of a closet and clothes, meal made, home schooling accomplished (thanks to my very independent students!), running a couple errands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I thought how busy yet boring the day was.  I realized that it’s all in my perspective.  The Word teaches us young women (I’m still in that category!) to be workers at home.  I was satisfied when I realized that I’d fulfilled that directive.  I also thought of those who aren’t presently doing the ‘mundane’ routine of life but are instead at doctor’s visits or hospitals to attend their loved ones who are battling illness or trauma.  I realized how very blessed and I am to be living day to day doing the sometimes boring ‘homework’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, godliness with contentment is truly GREAT GAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me, O Lord, to be content no matter what I’m doing and what You’re doing.   For the ‘great things’ are probably not so impressive in Your sight as the humble and hidden things.  Glory to Your Name, Glorious One!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-116108872766470696?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/116108872766470696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=116108872766470696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/116108872766470696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/116108872766470696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/10/blessed-mundane.html' title='Blessed Mundane'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-115954306026779458</id><published>2006-09-29T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T08:24:20.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Sweetheart!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my Paul's birthday!  Happy Birthday, my love!  What a privilege it is to be your wife and to get walk beside you as you fulfill God's call on your life.  &lt;br /&gt;Paul and I met in college, UMass, Amherst, where he was a hard working Christian engineering student and I was lost and anything but hard working!  The Lord saved me and brought me into fellowship with the Navigators where I met Paul.  Right away, I was struck by how incredibly handsome and, more importantly, godly Paul was.  He was always about serving the Lord and never about flirting or squandering his time.  His passion for the Lord was contagious.  I respected and admired him so much..and prayed God would bless me with him as my hubby.  (My best friend was praying the same for herself!!)  Well, the story is long and fun, and I'll share that another time, but God was so good to turn Paul's heart toward me and bring us together years later. (The Navigators were jokingly termed 'never-daters', so we were just friends through most of our college years). &lt;br /&gt; We married soon after my graduation and Paul enjoyed a successful career as an engineer for 14 1/2 years.  During this time we were blessed with four healthy children who have brought us so much joy!  Paul is such a godly dad and hubby, always investing time in creating family memories and instilling the Word so diligently in our kids. &lt;br /&gt;Back in 1999, God began stirring up our very cozy nest with a call for Paul to leave his lucrative career behind and become a pastor.  Paul really liked what he was doing, serving as a care group leader in our wonderful church while working as an engineer and pursuing his PhD, fully funded by Uncle Sam, at Johns Hopkins University. The road to success and prosperity could not have seemed brighter!  &lt;br /&gt;Paul wrestled with God and found his desire and calling for ministry was God-given and confirmed by the pastors around him.  &lt;br /&gt;Paul left his job to attend the Pastors College in 2000, where he was equipped for serving as a pastor.  We then spent a year in Philly for his internship where he was further prepared and evaluated for church planting.  Talk about being out of our comfort zone!  Yet, God gave much comfort and provided our every need!&lt;br /&gt;The church plant was launched in Sept. 2002.  Paul has had so many responibilites since then and has truly laid down his life for the church here.  I've watched him 'die every day' gladly for the Lord's work.  God's grace is truly amazing, and I marvel at the things He has done.  No, it's not been a smooth ride, but what the Lord has worked in our lives is priceless. And, by His grace, He's building a precious local church, a Sovereign Grace Church, here in New England.  &lt;br /&gt;Thank you honey, for laying down your life for the Lord.  For receiving many blows and blessings in His Name.  For being so unwavering in your faith through the trials here and for leading us, your family, so tenderly and skillfully. Your reward is great in heaven, my love!  &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to You!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-115954306026779458?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115954306026779458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=115954306026779458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115954306026779458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115954306026779458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-sweetheart.html' title='Happy Birthday, Sweetheart!!!'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-115954033671512892</id><published>2006-09-29T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T07:51:04.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a feast for the soul</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to CJ's sermon from this past Sunday at Covenant life Church and am reminded of why we're doing what we're doing, and exactly what it is we're doing here in New England!  You see, we were sent from this family-this spiritually rich family.  And CJ's the leader, the wonderfully humble leader of this family of churches.  His gift for preaching is anointed by God's Holy Spirit.  His gift for living out the gospel of grace is filled with humility and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;We're not planting this church to reinvent the wheel..no, we've found the wheel that works so well..a local church, built upon the gospel, lived out in humility and led by pastors who are submitted to other pastors who are committed to caring for their souls.  What an unbelievable blessing and privilege this is!  My hubby and my family are so well cared for by this family. Thank You, Jesus, for our extended family of faith!! &lt;br /&gt;Take a listen and be blessed:&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom From the Spirit&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 2:6-16 &lt;br /&gt;http://www.covlife.org/sermons/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-115954033671512892?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115954033671512892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=115954033671512892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115954033671512892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115954033671512892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/09/feast-for-soul.html' title='a feast for the soul'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-115919429832125788</id><published>2006-09-25T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T07:24:58.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting thought</title><content type='html'>I'm reading through Mark and was struck this morning by an account in chapter 7.  Jesus healed a deaf man and then charged the people "to tell no one, But the more he charged them, the more zealously they proclaimed it."&lt;br /&gt; This reminds me of the inherent sinful nature in all of us--just say 'don't eat the last cookie' and everyone in the kitchen wants it!! &lt;br /&gt; I wonder if the great commission had gone like this, 'DON'T go into all the world and proclaim the gospel to ANYONE..' if then I wouldn't be able to keep myself from declaring the wonders of my Lord?  (Shame on me for my timidness and laziness in this regard).&lt;br /&gt; For the record, the great commission is perfectly stated in Mark 16:15-16~&lt;br /&gt;"And he said to them, "Go into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole creation.  Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned."&lt;br /&gt;Send us forth, Lord, into the harvest field!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-115919429832125788?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115919429832125788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=115919429832125788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115919429832125788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115919429832125788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/09/interesting-thought.html' title='interesting thought'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-115894609193987143</id><published>2006-09-22T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:28:11.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountaintop Magnificence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4296/1053/1600/10_11_05%20141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4296/1053/320/10_11_05%20141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4296/1053/1600/10_11_05%20130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4296/1053/320/10_11_05%20130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're incredibly blessed to have a 'family chalet' in the White Mountains.  This time of year it looks like God's watercolored canvas.  Can't wait to go up for our annual family golf tournament Columbus Day weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-115894609193987143?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115894609193987143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=115894609193987143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115894609193987143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115894609193987143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/09/mountaintop-magnificence.html' title='Mountaintop Magnificence'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-115894169871127504</id><published>2006-09-22T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:13:30.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall and Glory</title><content type='html'>It's fall in New England and it's gorgeous! The weather is crisp and clear, the leaves are showing off their beautiful display of death. Yeah, strange as it is, their beauty is a result of their dying. Same for us as Christians..the only true beauty we have is a result of our dying to sin and receiving new life by the Spirit of God, bearing fruit for his glory! 1Peter2:24 "He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness." What a miracle this is! I'm thankful for the reminder the beautiful, falling leaves give me of the ONE who died on a tree and rose again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-115894169871127504?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115894169871127504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=115894169871127504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115894169871127504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115894169871127504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/09/fall-and-glory.html' title='Fall and Glory'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-115815115991057949</id><published>2006-09-13T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T05:39:19.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing that WON'T be in Heaven</title><content type='html'>Micah 7:19  "He will again have compassion on us; he will tread our iniquities under foot.  You will cast all our sins into the depths of the sea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the ESV note on this:  'As God began Israel's journey by casting the Egyptians into the Red Sea, He will conclude her history by casting His people's iniquities into the depths.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a glorious Day that will be!  A Forever Day!  And we'll enjoy "the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb.." (Rev. 22)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-115815115991057949?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115815115991057949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=115815115991057949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115815115991057949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115815115991057949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-thing-that-wont-be-in-heaven.html' title='One thing that WON&apos;T be in Heaven'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-115772230956199886</id><published>2006-09-08T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T06:31:49.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope There's a Beach in Heaven</title><content type='html'>I love the beach.  I grew up enjoying it with my family.  We'd spend three weeks every summer there.  I'm so thankful to be back home and only 20 minutes away from the beach.  Paul &amp; love to walk the shore and fellowship there.  My parents lived right on the coast for 11 years before my dad got sick.  We enjoyed many weeks visiting them there and have great home videos of our kids enjoying their earliest years there.  My dad was a lifeguard at the beach when he was a very young man.  He loved to walk the beach too.  I remember him pointing out the creative lines in the sand after the tide had receded, saying it looked like a piece of art.  His last years of health were spent enjoying God's glorious creation at the shore. &lt;br /&gt;So many memories!  No wonder I love the beach so much!  I might just write a few posts on it..and post some pictures from our days there this summer.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 93:4  Mightier than the thunder of the great waters, mightier than the breakers of the sea-&lt;br /&gt;the Lord on high is mighty."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-115772230956199886?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115772230956199886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=115772230956199886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115772230956199886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115772230956199886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hope-theres-beach-in-heaven.html' title='I Hope There&apos;s a Beach in Heaven'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-115766527130092948</id><published>2006-09-07T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:43:37.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4296/1053/1600/IMG_0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4296/1053/400/IMG_0079.jpg" width="442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-115766527130092948?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115766527130092948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=115766527130092948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115766527130092948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115766527130092948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-115763163305430784</id><published>2006-09-07T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T05:21:10.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resting in grace, working in grace</title><content type='html'>"For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them."(Eph. 2:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! God has preplanned wonderful (and sometimes seemingly boring) good works for me to do! Lord, fill me with joy as I rest in your grace and fulfill the purposes you have for me this day. Thank you that you walk beside me and give me the power to do what You've called me to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for man." (Col.3:23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a Great Boss, Lord! That you love to hang out with me and help me constantly. Please help me teach my kids today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go get to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-115763163305430784?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115763163305430784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=115763163305430784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115763163305430784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115763163305430784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/09/resting-in-grace-working-in-grace.html' title='resting in grace, working in grace'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-115759304917191609</id><published>2006-09-06T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:37:29.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>incredible trial and testimony</title><content type='html'>this is a wonderful family and friends of ours from PA.  please read this http://girltalk.blogs.com/&lt;br /&gt;and pray for them.  thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-115759304917191609?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115759304917191609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=115759304917191609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115759304917191609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115759304917191609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/09/incredible-trial-and-testimony.html' title='incredible trial and testimony'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33978145.post-115758328840990122</id><published>2006-09-06T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:54:48.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i must be getting old</title><content type='html'>Well, I enjoy checking out blogs and decided to give this a shot.  I mean what I said in the title of this blog though-I doubt I'll have time to write.  Life is crazy with home schooling and church planting..even though the latter is  not my job, I still am busy seeking to serve my hubby and those God has blessed us with in our church.  Never mind, keeping up with my wonderful extended family and reachinig out to my great neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;About getting old.. I just turned 29 again!!  And my oldest son, Daniel turned 18!  Go figure!!!&lt;br /&gt;He's off to college and nothing, nothing can prepare you for that transition!!  Thank God for IM and MA Bell!  I just sent him a care package and can't wait to see him soon.  Thank God he's only 45 min. from home!!!  He's an incredible young man and a smart, ambitious student!  He couldn't get into Greek so he chose Hebrew instead!!!  He had to memorize the Hebrew alphabet for the 2nd class!  GO Daniel!!!!  (guess who he gets his brains from?!)&lt;br /&gt;Another sign of oldness, besides an adult child in my possession, is the fact that I need to wear my reading glasses almost continually!!  And when I go upstairs to look for them I forget what I was looking for! Grr. I picked up a glasses-holder-string-thingy that is going to prove very helpful for my absentminded blindness.&lt;br /&gt;So, there's my first post.  not very deep..maybe that will come with time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33978145-115758328840990122?l=dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115758328840990122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33978145&amp;postID=115758328840990122&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115758328840990122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33978145/posts/default/115758328840990122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dont-think-i-have-time-for-this.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-must-be-getting-old.html' title='i must be getting old'/><author><name>peg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16723208704211908736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
