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Love Aflame

Posted by on Jan 16, 2012 in Ah the memories, Blog, my offspring rock | Comments Off

Love Aflame

I was thinking today about an incident that happened a few years ago. We lived in Wisconsin at the time and our house was in the middle of quite a few very old, very large trees. Maple, Oak, and… oh who am I kidding? Big old trees, I have no idea what kind. I do know that those trees grew a lot of leaves and in the Fall, much to our chagrin, they would drop their leaves. Everywhere. I bet you didn’t think you were going to get such an in-depth science lesson here today, did you? As I was saying, leaves. Leaves! We were covered in leaves every Fall. So of course we had no choice but to...

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I Will Enter His Gates With Thanksgiving

Posted by on Sep 26, 2011 in Ah the memories, Blog, prayer and praise | 1 comment

I Will Enter His Gates With Thanksgiving

Do you keep a journal? Maybe a prayer journal? Have you ever read through an entry that was written years back and felt your heart nearly leap from your chest because as you sit in stunned amazement you come to realize that God did everything and more than you asked for there in writing? I’ve just had such a moment reading through this old entry from 2007: LABORED ATTENDANCE Twice in the 12+ years I’ve known the Lord I have felt completely and totally ensconced in a church. I have been: involved, encouraged, taught, stretched, plugged-in, an-integral-part-of, needed, and thrilled to...

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What Lies Beneath

Posted by on Mar 16, 2011 in Ah the memories, Blog | 2 comments

What Lies Beneath

  A few days ago my daughter, Chloe, came home early from her friend’s house. It seems that Catherine’s grandmother had come to visit and they had decided to go to lunch and then do some shopping.     This post was written a few years back but continues to remind me to take every thought captive to Jesus Christ.   Catherine’s family, and I mean whole family her grandparents, aunts, and uncles included, are of the very wealthy variety. When they do lunch or go shopping it’s usually at the country club and then a Neiman Marcus type of store. They are all...

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An Ice Cream a Day Keeps the Psychiatrist Away

Posted by on Mar 12, 2011 in Ah the memories | Comments Off

An Ice Cream a Day Keeps the Psychiatrist Away

I hadn’t been a Christian very long when it happened, less than 6 months, if I remember correctly. My oldest son was in kindergarten at a Christian school and I was usually on my best behavior when I was around these Godly people; I never wanted them to doubt my Christianity. My life prior to knowing Christ had not been an innocent one, to put it mildly. But I was under the assumption it should have been, er… I should have been. These people who worked at the school didn’t seem like could possibly have the past that I had, their eyes hadn’t been witness to some of the horrors,...

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I’m no different, that’s how I make a difference

Posted by on Feb 21, 2011 in recycled material, you may need this | Comments Off

I’m no different, that’s how I make a difference

Do you remember any of your thoughts and feelings about life prior to accepting Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior? It may be a gift that my great God has given me; it may be unusual but I do remember the emptiness, the huge hole in my life that nothing, not people, fun, family, money, career, not even human love could fill. I wrote this post on my old blog about three years ago. I’m pleased to say the Lord has given me back my passion and I still believe it’s the compromises in life that drained me. The Lord warns us to guard our hearts and we all need to follow...

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Remembering the Way God Works

Posted by on Feb 11, 2011 in Ah the memories, to God be the glory | Comments Off

Remembering the Way God Works

A few winters ago when we lived in Wisconsin and after a bad snow storm, my husband was required to help move cars around at the dealership he works at in order to get the entire lot cleared of snow. After hours of getting in and out of cars, cleaning the snow from those same cars, and trudging through a foot of snow he realized his wedding ring was missing. He called to tell me the bad news; we prayed that God would show him where it was. A week later, when the snow started to melt, we decided to take some time out of our Sunday afternoon (when the dealership was closed) to have a look...

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