tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179751602024-03-07T08:53:55.683-05:00SOBORNOSTMOMENTS
WHILE SEEKING THE PATH
WHERE THERE IS NO TRAILAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.comBlogger945125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-61083643484598116602014-05-23T08:51:00.003-04:002014-05-23T08:51:42.888-04:00ask moment<div style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 1em;">
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><strong>First of all, refusing help denies the opportunity for someone to be Christ for another person. </strong>Deep within each one of us, God has planted a desire to make a difference. You have felt it, haven’t you? We try to scratch that itch by building careers, making our mark, or making a name for ourselves. But nothing satisfies so much as the feeling you get when you truly help another person. It’s not a fleeting pleasure like a lick from and ice cream cone. It’s lasting fulfillment brought about by knowing you are temporarily inhabiting that glorious place where the barrier between you and God is as thin as Saran Wrap.</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><strong>Second, saying “no” to a helping hand denies us the opportunity to experience God’s grace. </strong>Some folks think Heaven is a place you go to when you die. I prefer to think that it’s a place that exists when a person truly experiences unconditional love. Selfless service with no strings attached.</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><strong>Finally, hanging on to our burdens is like letting go of God.</strong> Trying to control everything in our lives is a recipe for failure. No matter how hard we try, we can never maintain a perfect home, a perfect marriage, or perfect health. Sure, we can put up a façade, but it’s impossible. We can point ourselves in the right direction, but the wind will blow us wherever it pleases. Faith is not being certain we can handle whatever storms come our way. Faith is trusting that the family of God is there to save us from drowning in our own selfish pride.</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>The hands and heart of God are all around us. Tucked away in the body of our neighbors. Ready to wash over us like a cleansing rain. All you have to do is ask.</i></span></div>
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-55285061330538603032014-04-28T08:54:00.002-04:002014-04-28T08:54:47.024-04:00embrace moment<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="content_width" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, 'Gill Sans', GillSans, Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; width: 520px;"><tbody>
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-81592803583311423952014-04-23T10:12:00.002-04:002014-04-23T10:12:22.574-04:00love momentnot where I breathe<br />
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where I love<br />
I liveAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-65379557333629314362014-04-22T09:22:00.000-04:002014-04-22T09:22:07.462-04:00mirror momenttoo many live in the hall of mirrors of others expectations<br />
of who they are ...<br />
they live there so long<br />
they lose all memory of who they truly are<br />
lose all desire to be real<br />
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there is a death that occurs<br />
right while looking into those mirrors<br />
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a shattering, not of the mirror<br />
but of self<br />
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even to the point where the<br />
soundless scream of soul is silenced<br />
not by another<br />
but by self<br />
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only Love can penetrate this illusion<br />
and yet<br />
even in the new awareness<br />
there is a choice<br />
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allow the unwrapping of the grave clothes<br />
or<br />
stay wrapped<br />
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the hold of the familiar,<br />
the known, <br />
is at times<br />
is married to the fear of the unknown<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-43064787683713808712014-04-19T08:06:00.000-04:002014-04-19T08:06:11.091-04:00towel momentnow that the blood<br />
and whispered glory of Friday is over<br />
I have this wondering ...<br />
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why is it<br />
that our hands<br />
designed to nurture<br />
caress<br />
shelter<br />
find it so much easier<br />
to grasp a nail<br />
rather than<br />
pick up a towel<br />
to clench a fist<br />
rather than open a palm<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-61540036183689048682014-04-18T09:04:00.000-04:002014-04-18T09:04:11.659-04:00see moment<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>to eyes that see</i></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">supporting and holding into the light everyone they offer their leadership to</span><br />
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from every death comes new life, in every wound there is the opportunity for healing and hope.</div>
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if we do not transform our pain, we will most assuredly transmit it</div>
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Jesus is not observing human suffering from a distance; he is somehow in human suffering with us and for us</div>
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Don’t get rid of the pain until you’ve learned its lessons</div>
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Suffering is the only thing strong enough to destabilize the imperial ego</div>
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The cross is always unto resurrection</div>
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-26304934011872829252014-04-09T16:02:00.002-04:002014-04-09T16:02:55.216-04:00safe moment<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>You</b><b>’</b><b>re more than your hands do.</b><b></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>You</b><b>’</b><b>re more than your hands have.</b><b></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>You</b><b>’</b><b>re more than how other hands measure you. </b><b></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>You are what is written on God</b><b>’</b><b>s Hands: </b><b><br /></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Safe. Held. His. Beloved.</b><b></b></span><br />
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-33790827595123993892014-04-09T09:48:00.002-04:002014-04-19T08:06:52.452-04:00hand holding moment<br />
<span style="font-family: Kayleigh;">Never underestimate the power of empathy: Sometimes life throws you problems you can’t solve and pain that won’t go away. Unless you are asked for advice, don’t give it. Instead, just hold their hand and ask them to tell you more about what they are feeling. You would be surprised the miracles that can emerge from simply saying “that sucks” and offering a hug.</span>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-12921962923240303422014-04-07T15:48:00.001-04:002014-04-07T15:48:58.029-04:00slave momentwatched "12 years a slave" the other night ...<br />
difficult movie to watch<br />
made more difficult knowing it was a truth<br />
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have been pondering ever since<br />
how we can be a slave to sin<br />
and suffer the chains<br />
the beatings<br />
the death<br />
of that enslavement<br />
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how we can be "sold" by one slave master<br />
to another slave master<br />
by one sin<br />
to another sin<br />
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how we can lose our identity<br />
and be one known by the name our new "master" gives us<br />
alcoholic<br />
drug addict<br />
adulterer<br />
lier<br />
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interestingly enough<br />
our ladies group studied Lot's wife this morning<br />
we are never told her name<br />
simply that she looked back<br />
and died<br />
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how often does Jesus free us<br />
only to have us "turn back"<br />
either in actual fact<br />
or in a yearning moment<br />
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seeking that momentary pleasure once again<br />
even knowing<br />
it leads to death<br />
either spiritually<br />
or spiritually<br />
or both ....<br />
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this hold true for relationships too ...<br />
someone who you KNOW sucks you into sin<br />
either by thought or physical act<br />
and yet ....<br />
there is this missing<br />
this desire for contact<br />
simply because the enemy knows our vulnerable hole<br />
that wishes to be filled<br />
by a touch<br />
a word<br />
a look<br />
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God help me not to turn around and look back ....<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-65007617000368709212014-04-06T12:17:00.001-04:002014-04-06T12:17:16.213-04:00yikes moment<div class="heading passage-class-0" style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 10px;">
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-16647841514981556332014-04-06T08:31:00.000-04:002014-04-06T08:31:10.524-04:00Sunday momentsliving loved<br />
dwelling deep<br />
listening<br />
pondering<br />
feeling the warmth of the spring sun<br />
hearing songs of life<br />
feeling the pulse of the earth<br />
aware of a quiet birthing all around meAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-26712486772603927392014-04-04T07:22:00.000-04:002014-04-04T07:22:08.619-04:00fear moment<div style="text-align: start;">
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when I called out for help</div>
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filling that place</div>
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that corner</div>
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that tiny closed room in my spirit</div>
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with His light</div>
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with Himself</div>
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and all that He is</div>
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and suddenly</div>
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there was song ....</div>
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once again</div>
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death was conquered ...</div>
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-38659832537291936492014-04-01T07:04:00.000-04:002014-04-01T07:04:01.437-04:00freeing moment<div style="text-align: start;">
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: justify;">there needs to be an uprooting of the soul </span></div>
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-24916541313033689212014-03-31T15:42:00.003-04:002014-03-31T15:42:34.828-04:00ordinary moment<span style="font-family: Kayleigh; font-size: 25px;">There’s nothing in this world that’s normal — there’s only growing blind to the glory.</span><br />
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who I am and what I struggle with are not the same thing</div>
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I am who God says I am and not what I label myself</div>
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feeling my tears better enables me to feel the pain of others</div>
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-56258415681254013452014-03-25T08:42:00.000-04:002014-03-25T08:51:08.175-04:00wrecked momentyesterday was tough ....<br />
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first<br />
reading about how "the waste"<br />
aborted babies<br />
BABIES<br />
are simply thrown in the trash<br />
and burned<br />
to help heat the hospital<br />
the hospital<br />
where life is supposed to be valued<br />
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this was in England<br />
but I wonder<br />
if it does not happen here as well ...<br />
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and then<br />
to learn of the violence<br />
taking place<br />
behind a closed door<br />
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because of drugs<br />
that saved a life<br />
but altered a brain<br />
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and to be in the midst of the weeping<br />
of the brokenness<br />
of the fear<br />
the despair<br />
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the sun is shining brightly today<br />
the air crisp<br />
clear<br />
and yet<br />
the fingers of darkness<br />
sin<br />
evil<br />
encroach upon its very borders ...<br />
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and here I sit<br />
drinking coffee<br />
eating porridge<br />
bubbled in my own world<br />
with the choice<br />
to hear<br />
or not<br />
the screams all around me<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-40961553231663885492014-03-23T08:59:00.000-04:002014-03-23T08:59:02.193-04:00a momenta day of crushing wonder and amazement .....Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-4666616388345566622014-03-16T15:37:00.003-04:002014-03-16T15:37:46.457-04:00vacuum momentfor months I was dissatisfied with the performance of my central vac ...<br />
it was heavy to push and left behind almost as much as was there before ..<br />
the right sounds were heard <br />
the right action was being taken<br />
but good results simply were not there ..<br />
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finally I called one who knew how it should all work<br />
one who knew how it was designed<br />
and he came to take a look ...<br />
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as all the working parts were hidden inside its casing<br />
the outer shell had to come off ..<br />
and this revealed that some parts were not in their proper place<br />
some parts were broken<br />
and things were not properly aligned ...<br />
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that which was broken was fixed<br />
that which was out of place was placed properly<br />
that which was out of alignment was aligned<br />
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the casing replaced<br />
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the plug inserted into a power source<br />
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and the thing practically took off by itself ...<br />
I was just along for the ride!<br />
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just like in the spiritual ...<br />
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there can be hidden things broken<br />
things out of alignment<br />
things miss-placed <br />
and it is only when we come to our Maker<br />
the One Who designed us<br />
and allow Him to look inside<br />
and fix<br />
and align<br />
and then plug us back into His power source ...<br />
we discover that we are simply along for the ride ..<br />
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He is the One Who does the work<br />
and when He does it, it is done thoroughly ...<br />
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so, I wonder if<br />
when we find ministry is hard work<br />
we are tired of "pushing"<br />
tired of poor results<br />
could it be because there is a need to be checked out inside ..<br />
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even if everything looks and sounds to be alright <br />
when we see poor results<br />
when we get tired in our well doing <br />
is it time to allow Holy Spirit to take off our casing<br />
our glittering image<br />
and poke around inside a bit???<br />
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just a thought ...<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-31866547833433741692014-03-10T07:44:00.000-04:002014-03-10T07:44:11.896-04:00taste moment<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">in our surrender</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">we will taste the death of the soul </span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">when we are asked to go a way that is against our strong desire</span>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-49842456486460170252014-03-06T10:14:00.000-05:002014-03-06T10:14:11.043-05:00prayer momentprayer is not a matter of my calling in an attempt to get God's attention<br />
but of my listening to the call of God ...<br />
in prayer, it is God reaching out to me, speaking to me ...<br />
when I do have sonething to say, it should be a response to His initiative...<br />
the question of whether or not or how God answers prayer is moot ,<br />
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do I answer,<br />
do I respond to His always open invitation ????<br />
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was reading psalm 78:8<br />
and was struck again by the fact our hearts are a garden, His garden,<br />
His soil and how our hearts, just as the soil, have to be prepared to receive Him ..<br />
as soil has to be prepred to receive a seed ..<br />
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and :29<br />
God gave the people what they craved and lusted after ... for a time<br />
and then He gave them His wrath<br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A Lenten Prayer<br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The Lenten season begins. It is a time to be with you, Lord, in a special way, a time to pray, to fast, and thus to follow you on your way to Jerusalem, to Golgotha, and to the final victory over death.<br /></span></div>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am still so divided. I truly want to follow you, but I also want to follow my own desires and lend an ear to the voices that speak about prestige, success, pleasure, power, and influence. Help me to become deaf to these voices and more attentive to your voice, which calls me to choose the narrow road to life.<br /><br />I know that Lent is going to be a very hard time for me. The choice for your way has to be made every moment of my life. I have to choose thoughts that are your thoughts, words that are your words, and actions that are your actions. There are not times or places without choices. And I know how deeply I resist choosing you.<br /><br />Please, Lord, be with me at every moment and in every place. Give me the strength and the courage to live this season faithfully, so that, when Easter comes, I will be able to taste with joy the new life that you have prepared for me. Amen.<br /><span color="#000000" face="Times New Roman" size="3"> </span></span>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384805037933919013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17975160.post-52453575515506757622014-03-05T09:14:00.002-05:002014-03-05T09:14:08.437-05:00pilgrimage moment<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">our pilgrimage of love, begins and deepens as we hear God murmur within out hearts: I love you just as you are. I so love you that I come to heal you and give you life. Do not be afraid. Open your hearts.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I so needed to hear these words, right this moment ...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">yesterday afternoon was sad and shocking</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">and then to come home and find that threatening note from my sister ...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">the war between light and darkness is fierce ...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">very fierce</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I know that the only power the enemy has over me is what I allow him to have</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">but knowing this does not lessen the pain ...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I actually felt the ugliness of whatever spirit is operating through my sister as I read her words ..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I actually felt the stinging of the gnostic spirit operating yesterday afternoon ..</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">so much pain ...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">my mouth is filled with an ocean of salt from unshed tears ..</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">our pilgrimage of love, begins and deepens as we hear God murmur within out hearts: I love you just as you are. I so love you that I come to heal you and give you life. Do not be afraid. Open your </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">hearts.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">and I confess that I find it very very hard to pray for my sister ...</span><br />
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just some are more appealing than others,<br />
to my eyes in any case ...<br />
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and yet<br />
I marvel at this huge bird<br />
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his colors<br />
the pattern of his feathers<br />
his persistence<br />
the way he tucks a foot up<br />
one at a time<br />
way up into his belly feathers<br />
and yet maintains perfect balance<br />
on one leg<br />
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anyone can have a guard dog<br />
we seem to have adopted a guard turkey<br />
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he stands silent<br />
sentinal like<br />
by the deck door<br />
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I love the kids reaction<br />
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Andrew: catch him, skin him and cook him up<br />
Jacob: keep him as a pet so I can play with him<br />
James: it is just not right to catch any wild animal .....<br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">if soul touches something, even if it was alive in the Spirit originally, if the soul touches it, it’s death. That’s the difference between soul and spirit; life or death, what the soul does is death.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">still deeply impacted by these words. ......</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">looking back into events, people, ministries ....</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">into me ...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">brings into greater focus the need for separation ...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">with guarding the heart during the separation ..</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">reading Ecclesiastes this morning about times and seasons ..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"a time to hate"</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">it is always a time to hate sin, hate evil ....</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">loved our fellowship gathering yesterday ...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">it is so obvious there is an undercurrent of something so unusual happening...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">every now and again I can feel it bubble, just beneath the surface ..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">even Ken mentioned that yesterday</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Kent's reaction upon seeing me was "interesting" ....</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">personally I was happy to see him and KNOW there no longer is any bleeding .</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">sad "tho to hear about Henry ...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">such a strong and vital man, now bent over and weak ..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">with "holes in his head" .....</span><br />
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