Candles are lit, slipper are on, the season of thankfulness, blessing counting, and pie has begun!
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Candles are lit, slipper are on, the season of thankfulness, blessing counting, and pie has begun!
The joy of the Lord is my strength. The Lord delights in us and calls us His own. Being known and claimed as His capable kid is my strength. It is my day to day sustanance that keeps getting me up to conquer another day with Him.
I will be a Teacher in one and a half years!
Is it real to say what one believes is true if we act and even speak a different way? Actions speak louder than words. So then is our self actualized truth only the history of past actions revealed at the end of each day? Are we our potential or only what we choose to be each moment we are in? When we die the love of Jesus has already covered over our sins and we are forgiven. I do believe this happens for those who believe in Him. But the death of Christ still can not make us into someone we have never chosen to have been can it?
Good Morning! I'll be having a quad shot of motivation, with a pump or six of energy, filled with nonfat joyfulness, topped with whip-my-house-into-shape success, and don't forget my sprinkle of fun.
Thank you very much and a fine day, I hope you have one as well.
Candles at Christmas are magical. My daughter snapped this shot at our Christmas eve Downriver Church service in Audobon park. Christmas carols were sung under the light of the moon and candles lit one by one. Hands were heated by holding cups of hot cocoa, sipped slowly, as the sweet warmth comforted us inside and out. People celebrate the greatest gift of love man has ever received all over the world. Silent Night sung under the stars was such a glorious moment my family will remember and treasure. Merry Christmas Season!
2:30 am. , is it really considered morning? My brain says no, yet the energy pulsing through my being opposes my learned intel. With both my kids awake and talking to me it really does seem so. But it's 2:30...am... why in the world is my family awake at this hour? Ever have these moments? What to do now... Is my contemplation? Should one embrace what seems real or enforce what the brain says should be felt and force thoughts of sleep to consume us. Baking cookies sounds fun! Decisions, at now 3am, are real!
Santa visited the mall tonight! He even stopped to let children sit on his lap in his sleigh. The firemen sang Christmas songs and told everyone "Merry Christmas" and then they were on their way to Santa's next stop. There was no donation bucket or asking for money to support the fire station, just an act of kindness spreading cheer.
I love this season of giving!
"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all. From now on, you'll be traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey." (Princess Diaries)
It is now officially December! Snow is a requirement of winter! Agree or disagree... it's okay...but if you disagree...just know it's also okay to be wrong sometimes :)
There needs to be more days to every weekend! I love my work, but I still want one more day!
Waking up... Laying in bed... Facebook cruising... Bible verse pondering... And then...Crap...I gotta be driving to work in 30min! This is where I'm at right now... Where are you?
Where ever you are I hope you know you are loved and going to have a fantastic day!
Ever find yourself having full conversations in your mind with people whom you will never have a chance to talk to? I talked to my X this morning and gave him really good life advice. I told him how he could be anyone he wanted, do anything he dreamed. I also told him to stop pushing people away and allow loving people to be more important than judgement of imperfections. Happy, I know, does not come from preserving ourselves for self and momentary pleasures, but rather by the giving of ourselves to others and sacrificing and working hard today so as to accomplish our desired tomorrow.
Why do we talk to people in our head that we know will never listen, let alone have a conversation with? It's a mystery to me, and I at times wonder if it's even healthy. Maybe, somehow it is theraputic. Maybe, when passion is stirring it must be expressed, to some degree, even if it is silently and no one but ourselves hear it. Just a thought... Comments on this are welcomed.
Christmas is on my mind... It has been, admittedly, a hard time of year since our family Dynamics changed. I wonder if there are things people have discovered that make this season happy again for the kids after a divorce, or loss of a mom or dad? Anyone who has been through this got any advice?
This place looks so cozy! Book lined walls, conversation seating, just needs some couches maybe. I think today this will be my virtual coffee house visit!
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"Come with me and I will make you fishers of men"
So if what I like to do is make people yummy things and sit down and have soul sweet conversation with new friends, old friends, friends in the making, I think what God is calling me to be is just your friend, a simple fisherman of men. Sounds so cliche when hearing the words as I type them on the screen. But what if CJ's Coffee could be at first opened as a virtual coffee space. Maybe just serving some good recipes and yummy coffee art pictures?
Hello, welcome to CJ's Virtual Coffeehouse! It's your space, make yourself at home. It's the only coffee in town that is not white black or brown, served with a smile and always happy to hear about your ups and downs. The owner loves to listen 24-7 and usually pops into converse and pulls up a chair. Don't be offended if he does, he's the best listener, he loves all people from everywhere and enjoys a good conversation.
Meaningless (ponderings of the morning)
I am afraid of meaningless. When meaningless latches on it corrupts our thinking. It's like wound wrought. It grows and grows spreading the infection till everything is dead and cut off. Meaningless... I am terrified of it, yet is taps me on the shoulder and entices me with smiles and lies saying it's my friend."Nothing really matters, 'Hakuna Matata', you are nothing special, no one really is." "Lord! I plead save my life from this infectious fiend called meaningless. Show me my purpose again, every day, move me forward to reach each meaningful purpose you have for me." Amen in Jesus a Name.
If we dont believe in ourselves we stop believing in the one who dwells within ourselves. If we are not special beings with a purpose, than the one whom we believe in who lives in us is not God to us...but rather just an idea we once pondered.
It is not surprising that evil attacks our purpose, our meaning. It is no mistake that the attack of self worth starts on our innocent children who are told to "grow up and act their age" or put down till they lose themselves and their child like gift of faith. The sooner we make this meaningless ball of entangling twine our friend and start listening to its hissing lisp of lies, the sooner we crumble and strive for only a shred of what people call happy at all cost, losing our meaning with every lie believed.
God is bigger than meaningless.
God is bigger than every lie ever told.
God is more powerful than defeat.
God is more powerful with in us than we could grasp or believe. We may think he is just a thought or phase. We might think we are lost and 10 too many decisions away to get back His friendship we threw away.
But God over comes every bad decision we ever make and with His light alone meaningless is defeated.
Fly...or perch? Jump or stay stuck? Fight or take the punches lying down in fetal position? Ask for help or remain helpless? Rise to face life's challenges or deny them and embrace defeat?
With change comes more unanswered questions, more anxiety, and more stress over possible future outcomes. Yet with out running and jumping off life's cliffs of faith we never experience the fleeting moments of flight that teach us how to soar. It is these moments that make us storm survivors and ultimately mold us into the person we desire to be. With God, I choose to learn to fly again.
I have experienced prayers answered many times over. My life is a living testimony of God's existence. I praise God and thank Him for all He has done for me and I also thank everyone whom God has used to be those answers to my many prayers. I thank God for every friendship and late night conversation that has kept me going these last few years. However, my life craves to be more than a reflection of answered prayers. I long to be the answer to prayers. I was reminded by a friend ( Bethany Joy, thank you), that life is not just about receiving answered prayers but also about the willingness and desire to be the answer to prayers. It is my desire to be the hands and feet of the love of God just as so many have been his hands and feet and words of afirmation for me. I am so very blessed by so many helping hands, words of both admonishing and encouragement, and of course the hugs that reach deep with in me releasing the sorrow of my spirit to be loved. Today I am thankful and full of the knowledge that I am loved. Today I am asking that God continues to teach me how to love others one hug, one word, one helping hand and one moment given to others, His way, at a time.
In life there are monstrous storms that swirl out of control that we have to face and make it through to move on and get to where we desire to be, or to be who we long to be. With courage and God's strength to move forward we face these storms head on. Helping hands, who have survived storms like ours, reach out and pull us forward till we make it to the center, the eye of the tornado. Here in the center, living on auxiliary power, in emergency mode alert, can be exhausting. The storm rages all around you but for some miracoulus reason you remain, for the most part, unscathed. But camping in the center of a storm is no way to live life. To get out of temporary Safe Mode, where recovery takes place, one must be willing to step out of the eye of the storm and trudge through to the other side. One must learn to face the hurt and pain and accept the damage done, decide to move on and decide to forgive. We have to leave the past in the past and learn to look forward and face each day going forward. We learn to count each day as a victory with each step of ground gained toward reaching the other side of the storm. Lives don't get put back together over night. Sometimes it takes years and sometimes people get left behind that we love because they refuse to face the storm to get to the other side. But if you love them you keep moving forward so you can learn the way. Who knows it maybe your helping hand that reaches in and pulls someone out and through a storm one day.
I used to write a blog last entry 2012. bloggingwithjesus.blogspot.com Crazy old devotionals I used write...reminding me of who I was. A pang of sadness hit today when I visited it and was reading my old bio. I changed it. I am no longer a wife to my knight in shining armor. Guess story book endings are false after all. I should have known that with my belief in the bible. The bible is not full of happily ever after stories either. God is still real though even through the storms. While I may yell and even cuss sometimes, throwing my fist to the wind, knowing He hears me, I still know God hears me and can handle all my grief I feel, as well as dish out. Plus no matter what I know He remains good and can be trusted no matter what.
...the lack of knowing.. lack of control...the realization that nothing no matter what, is going to go back to what it was. The snow globe of life has been shaken up again and pieces are flying everywhere only like shards of glass we are being gashed and scratched by the glitter of once again a broken world.
Make plans, large and small. Have goals, for each day, month and year. Start accomplishing the small things that matter and with each small thing building upon another ultimately your life will begin to matter more and more creating a mountain that can not be ignored. Not that you will be known but that people who have known you were given something to become more whole and whole people take up more space with dreams pursued and lived out. Love given and love often, not to recieve but to be all you are without caring whether you are reciprocated. Dare to live with out fear of breaking, live poured out and given.
These are just a few things I am pondering and trying to learn this morning.
Just when life seems to start to figure it's self out....Just when you start to fit the pieces of your puzzle together and the bigger picture is almost looking recognizable....In these moments of almost...not quite... but so close to grasping the happily ever after moment we seek...this is when the room spins...the floor drops from below you and the world of Alice becomes reality all over again. But God is good and all the gravity we need is found in Him who steadies our balance, shrinks our fears, and enlarges our faith.
Dreams....vission...working toward something bigger than one's self... this is what keeps the heart focused and joyful through circumstances that seem beyond repair. When the dream is cast aside...the vission unclear, we stumble...we fall...we want to quit and life forgets its meaning.
I was lost for a bit....but now...today...again...I am dreaming!
Sometimes we see our lives like a book we value and keep secretly safe in our grasp. When we share our lives with others it can seem scary, daunting, like giving pages of ourselves away never to get back. It is true many times our words are misunderstood like pages of a book misinterpreted. But books left on the shelf never to be read are the most desolate saddest books of all. Books when read, no matter how many times, the words are still the same on each page. Our lives do change though, each person we meet adds a page or two to our book. We tend to be afraid of careless people reading our past written chapters. What if they tare out pages to use as toilet paper? What if they don't like what they read and I tare out pages that are me to please someone not really interested in the beginning to the end and my middle portion of my book gets deleted with one whimful, heart dillusioninal, instantaneous action? But the truth is, like books, our lives are meant to be shared. Don't rip out pages and change words to please anyone. But living life and letting people get to know who you are is a good thing. The count of how many people have read and loved a book is how its value is heightened. Our lives gain value and worth with every person we decide to share it with. Some people will get us; some will treasure us for a time and then move on. Some people will be moved by us and even inspired. Letting people know who we are does not have to be such a scary life threatening ordeal as long as we love ourselves and know who we are and be careful not to give anyone but God coauthorship.
Don't let your book be borrowed, dont give it away, don't throw it away or leave it lying around to be stolen or thought for trash. Be careful with who you are and think twice about who you allow to illustrate your stories. But don't stay locked up alone collecting dust on a shelf either.
Let us rejoice and be glad for God is alive and restoring us to new every morning we wake and surrender our day over to Him. Praising God for every sunrise!
Let's see how long of a list we can make. . . .
Saddness can be a disease that stangles the soul till you fight just to breath. Saddness, the disease takes lives and numbs them, it holds them in transit, never arriving or beginning and never reaching for achieving. Saddness when developed becomes maddness and in this state it takes action, raging, breaking, life destroying actions, as Loved ones are hurt, people are shoved away. Saddness has its place in life. It can teach us things and push us to be better. But when saddness is allowed to sit like a puddle of mucky water, it grows things, unhealthy emotions fester in our heart, and dark anxious thoughts fill our head. Moving forward becomes a fearful blackening, narrowing trail of unending torment. Looking back brings tears of exhaustive flashbacks as someone grabbed your life's wheel and crashed you off a cliff past the point of return. So you stay in limbo. Saddness lies saying you're safe just stay where you are while bite by bite, one slice devoured at a time, your joy is stolen, your peace is taken, your hope non existant, your dreams evaporate, your life's very worth doubted, your very will to breath in your next breath is sapped. You are on a marry-go-round trap. Saddness must be stopped. The ride through hell gotten off. Truth must be believed. Steps forward must be taken. Dreams and hope and peace must be restored. But it starts with a leap of faith to step out of our middle ground and believe in that something that is more. It starts one step forward in the dark arms flaling reaching for the light switch. It starts by forcing yourself up and doing that one thing that needs to be done and then another.
Saddness, the disease, has stolen, devoured, and killed enough. Face the saddness. Cure the disease, dare to live your life, survive, strive, choose to fight beyond the saddness!
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