tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89335618506729680682024-03-13T13:06:35.903-04:00Enjoying life one cup at a timeSONDRA PRICEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294177399668208185noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-16266220631732696262015-03-30T20:09:00.001-04:002015-03-30T20:09:40.946-04:00I'll See You Again<div style="text-align: center;">
Has it really been almost FOUR years since any of us have posted to this place.</div>
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This place we used to come together to share our life journeys.</div>
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Yet somehow, God is still using this place to reach people.</div>
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We had nearly 1,700 page views last month despite no post in almost four years.</div>
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My Great-Grandmother passed away two days ago, and I'm really struggling with the fact that I thought when I went 'home' this coming up weekend that I would have time with her.</div>
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But I didn't.</div>
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I didn't get to say 'Good-Bye'. And that's REALLY hard. To know I was a week too late.</div>
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This song came on the radio earlier and it hit me. HARD.</div>
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Will you guys pray for my family this week as we ready ourselves to say 'Good-Bye' to a woman who was such an integral part of my family?</div>
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SONDRA PRICEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294177399668208185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-44800092111723188072011-04-24T15:13:00.001-04:002011-04-24T15:15:56.343-04:00A song of peaceI've been going through some trials in my life the past few days and I came across this song and thought I would share. Praise HIM for always being there for us when we call upon His name!!<br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VcyfwiaQawE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Amanda<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Momma Truitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446557859545017995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-73721473805863528342011-03-20T22:07:00.000-04:002011-03-20T22:07:21.617-04:00HOPE...<div style="text-align: center;">I found these videos on another blog that I like to read. Their story of HOPE and love is absolutely uplifting. I don't know how some people do it, but they are an inspiration.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/13647755?color=ffffff" width="400"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://vimeo.com/13647755">The Story of Zac Smith (New Score)</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/newspringmedia">NewSpring Media</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/19678104" width="400"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://vimeo.com/19678104">A Story | Tears of Hope</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/newspringmedia">NewSpring Media</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-16461814180494454672011-01-28T23:19:00.002-05:002011-01-28T23:43:11.175-05:00Prayer requestsI know we have a prayer log for requests but no one can actually read them until the blog page is opened up and we don't normally open up the page if we don't see a new post...so here it is.<br /><br />A cousin of two of the women in the local MOPS circle was recently in a tragic car accident. Her 4 month old son was killed and her 4 year old daughter is in the local children's hospital with bleeding on the brain. The mother had a broken pelvis, internal bleeding and bruising in her lungs. She was unaware of the death of her son and the condition of her daughter until days after the accident. The funeral for the baby will be held tomorrow. I'm sure they can use all the prayers we can provide! A memorial fund has been set up to help with funeral expenses. To donate please visit <a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://lewiswardmemorial.wikispaces.com/">this link</a>.<br /><br />A young friend of mine delivered a baby that was born with water on his brain. The doctors only give him a few months to live. This can't be easy to accept for anyone involved.<br /><br />Also, a friend of mine asks for prayers for her father. He has been battling cancer and has just learned it has spread to his bones.<br /><br />Please help by praying for these families! I can't imagine what any of them must be going through!<br />Thank you everyone!!Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18107868098077353121noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-90973880794626638582011-01-10T00:30:00.000-05:002011-01-10T00:30:19.577-05:00...love as I have loved...<div style="font-family: lucida calligraphy,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://twitter.com/MaxLucado">max lucado tweets.</a><br />
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thank goodness.<br />
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a nugget from this weekend was "<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">There is more love in God's heart than there is sin in yours. Always."</span></span><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">how simple</span></span><br />
<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">how amazing</span></span><br />
<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">how profound</span></span><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">and how thankful i am</span></span><br />
<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">that it's true.</span></span><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">make 2011 the year you stop beating yourself up for past mistakes</span></span><br />
<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">for current shortcomings</span></span><br />
<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">and start living your life</span></span><br />
<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">simply to spread His Love</span></span><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">you'll be amazed at the shift in your life</span></span><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">it's radical, yes</span></span><br />
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<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">go.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">be love.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">and please report back :0)</span></span><br />
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<div style="color: #351c75;"><i><span class="woj">So now I am giving you a new commandment: Love each other. Just as I have loved you, you should love each other.</span></i></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><i><span class="woj">- john 13:34, NLT</span></i></div><span class="woj"> </span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"> </span></span></div>Lorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440537885057746046noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-73239076898684039582011-01-04T10:43:00.003-05:002011-01-06T14:05:01.529-05:00What's it all about?I've mentioned <a href="http://www.imperfectpeople.net/"><span style="color: #990000;">Katie</span></a> before on my other blog. Actually...she's a follower here at 'Enjoying Life One Cup at a Time'. I absolutely ADORE her blog (www.imperfectpeople.net)....and today's post was no exception. I wanted to share it with you guys. (and I hope she doesn't mind) but it was just too powerful NOT to share!<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">God doesn’t work by Karma. Good for good, evil for evil. And I’m thankful because I certainly don’t deserve how good he has been. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Everything that happens, good or bad isn’t always just about us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">We all search for meaning in life’s circumstances but the real (sometimes hard) truth is... IT’S NOT ABOUT US. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><strong>God is a lot more important than us</strong>. He loves us no doubt. But I think he gets a little chuckle watching us trying to make it all about us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I can’t think of anyone else who was raised from the dead, for whom the calendar changed from BC to AD, or for whom people centuries before his birth (even outside of the bible) predicted hundreds of exact details about his life. It SHOULD be all about him! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I don’t know if you know this but....He’s kind of a big deal. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">As I </span><a href="http://www.imperfectpeople.net/post/2010/08/30/Ite28099s-not-about-me.aspx"><span style="font-size: small;">mentioned before</span></a><span style="font-size: small;"> from the book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1434768511?ie=UTF8&tag=imperpeopl-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1434768511">crazy love</a> (which by the way is a must read! It changed my life) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">If the story of the world was a movie…guess what? We would NOT be the main character! Shocking I know. The best we can hope for is a supporting role. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The problem is most of us are so busy in our own little world getting so wrapped up thinking our “movie” is so important we forget to be the best supporting role we can be. Making the absolute BEST, most amazing, perfect “movie” on our own would be absolutely worthless in comparison to being a supporting role to the only “main character” that ever was or ever will be. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Forgive me father for ever getting in the way of your plans. Forgive me for ever thinking my ways are better than yours. I pray I will make this short vapor of a life more about you, because only what is done for <span style="font-size: small;">you will last. </span></span>SONDRA PRICEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294177399668208185noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-81840266979213762972011-01-04T08:53:00.000-05:002011-01-04T08:53:50.426-05:00Beautiful - MercyMeI first watched this video just a few minutes ago, heard the song on the radio for the first time driving home this morning, also just a few minutes ago. I thought this song is a good example of why this blog is in existence. To uplift one another, to give hope and inspire each other. <br /><br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Eq29Owv_8yU?fs=1" frameborder="0"></iframe>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18107868098077353121noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-62904596120346744272010-12-23T14:48:00.000-05:002010-12-23T14:48:32.498-05:00Need the prayer warriors<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Please say a prayer or whatever it is that you guys do for my cousin.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">They found a spot on his head at the doctor and he has to go in for a biopsy on Monday.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">He's only 8.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-50107371859739768972010-12-18T15:23:00.000-05:002010-12-18T15:23:19.593-05:00A Christmas Story told through facebook-MUST WATCH!Cool!! I love this!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love this! I think all coaches should be this good.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-47667079341199377252010-11-01T11:18:00.000-04:002010-11-01T11:19:02.169-04:0030 Day Giving ChallengeChallenge makes it sound like a contest- and it's not... it's about giving. We're doing it for HIM... to further the kingdom. If you guys want to participate go to <a href="http://30daygivingchallenge.com/blog/">this blog</a> and get more information. We are all so blessed and I know that sometimes I get stuck in my own little world... Do you know that some mom's worry about putting clean diapers on their babies? I literally cannot imagine... that's here in America that babies are going all day in dirty diapers. It breaks my heart. I can't imagine worrying about feeding my kids or putting diapers on them. There are lots of ways to give... it doesn't have to be monetary- you could volunteer your time to help an elderly person who doesn't have family to help them or you could even just pick up a piece of trash that blew in your neighbors yard. It doesn't have to be big and the recipient doesn't even have to know about your giving, it's just going out of our own little comfort zone and doing for others instead of ourselves. HE paid the ultimate price- gave the ultimate gift so any sacrifice that we make is really nothing compared to what HE gave. We are saved by his Grace- let's pass on some blessings!Chelsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04318852969211554319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-59539789312047327062010-10-29T00:33:00.000-04:002010-10-29T00:33:36.332-04:00Mark 9:23<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believeth.</span></span></b></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-66947189086389575562010-10-11T15:39:00.000-04:002010-10-11T15:39:56.123-04:00Book ClubHey guys,<br />
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I promise you I have NOT forgot about the book club (I can't wait to start it actually), or getting the books sent out for that matter. They are still sitting in plain sight in my computer room. If any of you come to my area to grocery shop, please, feel free to pick up yours and anyone else's in our book club who you see on a regular basis. For those of you far away, I promise as soon as I am able to lift Breanna out of her carseat to go to the post office, I WILL get them mailed out. Thanks for patience with me!!!<br />
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CasondraSONDRA PRICEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294177399668208185noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-63192869826953895942010-10-05T12:20:00.000-04:002010-10-05T12:20:15.049-04:00a few prayer requestwow...I feel like it's been forever since I've been on here. My energy level has been pretty non-existent since my surgery, and what little energy I've had, has been spent going to doctor appointments and spending time with my kids and husband.<br />
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Recovery is going well....thank you prayer warriors! you've definitely helped carry me through this time in my life! It is appreciated beyond words.<br />
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I do have a few prayer request for you this week...I'm getting two of the four drain tubes I have out this Thursday. I'm pretty nervous about it as I've heard it is pretty painful!<br />
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Also, on Thursday, my friend Kristin is having surgery on her wrist to have a cyst removed. Three years ago, she broke her wrist and the doctor didn't cast it long enough, so come to find out the bones didn't heal properly and are still actually broke, so she will also have to wear a cast afterwards.SONDRA PRICEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294177399668208185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-2419833129990411602010-10-05T02:02:00.000-04:002010-10-05T02:02:22.663-04:00Keeping Busy?No one has posted here for awhile so I figured I'd share what I read this morning. I'm not going to copy it but you can read it by following <a href="http://odb.org/">this</a> link. <br />
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Are you keeping busy? Or are you allowing God to keep busy in your life by transforming you into the person He wants you to be?<br />
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This was a reminder to me to open up and allow God to work inside me more. Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18107868098077353121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-44262554156157280572010-09-29T00:45:00.000-04:002010-09-29T00:45:00.863-04:00Kids and the BibleMy children, who are elementary school aged have, of course, never read the whole Bible. For one, without a LOT of help they wouldn't understand the wording in most of it or what was going on. <br />
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While at the book store one day I found a Bible that had the title Extreme Teen on the front. I opened it up and found that while the parts of the Bible are in there, it actually explains things as it goes in a way that a teen would understand. I believe that my kids will be able to understand this too as they are older elementary school aged kids, or I am hoping so anyway. I am hoping that if a part is confusing that my 20+ years of the Bible would be able to help them too, although I don't know ALL about it either, but I do know how they learn things.<br />
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I've had this Bible sitting here for a year now on my bookshelf and probably only cracked it open twice. <br />
I have decided that as of October 1st I am going to start reading this to them, hopefully a little each night. My hopes are that in less than one year we will be completed with this task and my kids will be able to say that they have at least 'heard' the Bible all the way through. <br />
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What brought this on?<br />
Well, I turn 30 this year, in a couple days actually. Not too long after my children were born we had them baptized. In that ceremony you and the family you choose promise to help guide your children down a life of faith, belief and love. You also promise to teach them the Word. Although my kids know some stories that are taught, like Noah, and Jonah, and others, it's still not ALL the Bible. I want them to have that knowledge, and it's about time I give it to them. Here's to a new decade in my life and hopefully a new learning in theirs. <br />
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Wish us luck! <br />
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<i>Proverbs - Chapter 4; Verses 4, 5 & 13</i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>he taught me and said, Lay hold of my words with all your heart; keep my commands and you will live.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>Get wisdom, get understanding; do not forget my words or swerve from them.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>Hold on to instruction, do not let it go; guard it well, for it is your life.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>Proverbs - Chapter 6; Verse 23</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>For these commands and this teaching are a lamp to light the way ahead of you. The correction of discipline is the way of life</i>.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-55430940874073763282010-09-26T19:31:00.000-04:002010-09-26T19:31:18.517-04:00Casondra<span><span style="background-color: magenta;"></span></span>I just wanted to say:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">Casondra, we miss you! </span></span><br />
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Can't wait to see you back on here! Thinking about you and praying for you girl!Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18107868098077353121noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-40846999551354593842010-09-24T19:38:00.003-04:002010-09-24T19:42:28.573-04:00"Tears of the Saints" - by Leeland<div>I was in a friend's car today and she has this posted on her dash:<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><i> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right.</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><i>Pray for the ones who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a</i></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. God never said</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>life would be easy. He just promised it would be worth it.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; ">I</span> thought that summed up a lot of what is expected of us in this life. I struggle to love those who anger me, slight me, or do wrong by me, and so I would add into this passage that I should also love those who don't treat me right. I love this song by Leeland! As with most of their songs, it puts me in the place I should be, and in the right frame of mind to do my best in honoring God and showing His love to others.....</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/qJjg1Joag_0/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJjg1Joag_0?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJjg1Joag_0?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13241923444191859564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-60684788913120777712010-09-23T14:13:00.003-04:002010-09-23T14:15:15.675-04:00clean up<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">this morning i have spent approximately an hour cleaning out one (1!) of my email inboxes</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">i'm one of those people that's really bad about hanging onto emails that don't necessarily matter anymore. blog comments and replies from months ago. dusty receipts, photos that have long been on my hard drive, nutrition secrets that i should probably just READ and apply instead of letting them sit there.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and so, the email cleanup has taken awhile.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
and as usual, i begin wondering what other dusty corners of my life need a little clean up.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">how about that resentment from an offense that was slighter than i remember?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and the envy i felt for those moving forward in the life path i thought *i* was supposed to be walking?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and those moments when i wondered if i could even make it another step.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">i am happy to say that i had a little "clean-up" of those life things a couple of months ago when i went on an <a href="http://lorablogs.blogspot.com/2010/07/divine-email.html">encounter weekend</a> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">(and had a little <a href="http://lorablogs.blogspot.com/2010/07/revelation.html">revelation</a> about my life in general as a result)<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>and let's face it -- through the events of the past few months there have been MANY opportunities to grow in that way. deaths of those close to you, foreclosures, cars being totaled...those things will knock you off your feet if you're not grounded.</i></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
but today, if nothing else</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">has served to remind me that cleaning up my life and heart can't be saved for just those special occasions</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">it's a constant, organic thing that needs to keep happening</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
and just as i resolve now (in black and white!) to keep my inbox tidier</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">i resolve as well to recognize those areas in my life, heart and attitude</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">that need to be immediately deleted or filed appropriately<br />
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join me?<br />
:-)</div>Lorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440537885057746046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-71418819521857258652010-09-21T11:41:00.000-04:002010-09-21T11:41:16.672-04:00A Simple GestureI came across this story a little bit ago, and thought it was too good to pass up sharing with you all!<br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">"But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called Today…" (Hebrews 3:13 NIV)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">My husband, Steve, was pumping gas. It seemed like he was always pumping gas. Living out in the country and driving into town each day required gas, and a lot of it. As he stood holding the nozzle and watching the numbers rapidly roll by higher and higher, he noticed an old 1992 grey Honda Civic pull up to the pump behind him. The car had seen better days: rusted roof, missing hubcaps, faded paint, and dented bumper.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Out of the corner of his eye, he observed a young woman who appeared to be in her late 20's get out of the car. She was dressed in medical scrubs and looked about as tired as her Civic. Methodically, she swiped her card, placed the nozzle in the tank, and squeezed the handle. Within one minute of beginning, she stopped squeezing. She then placed the nozzle back in the pump and began screwing the cap back on her tank.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">That couldn't have been more than a couple of gallons, Steve thought.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">"Is that all the gas you're getting?" Steve asked.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">"Yeah, well, you know. Trying to space it out," she replied.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Steve placed his nozzle back on in its holder, walked over to her pump, and swiped his card. "Let's fill it up today."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">"No, no. You can't do that," she protested.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">"I already did," he smiled. "It's already done. See. The card's approved. Fill it up."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">"Tears welled up in her eyes. "Thank you," she said.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">"Now you have a good day," he replied. "God bless." And off he drove.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">I just love that man.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">As I thought about Steve's act of kindness, I was challenged to pay closer attention to those around me throughout my busy days. I was stirred to look for someone who needed a kind word, a bill paid, a burden carried.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Throughout Jesus' thirty-three years he walked this earth, he noticed people who crossed his path during his busy day. He noticed a small man in a tree straining to catch a glimpse as he passed by (Luke 19:1-8). He noticed a woman with a bent-over back sitting in the women's section of the synagogue straining to hear (Luke 13). He noticed a 38-year-old lame man sitting by a pool (John 5). He noticed a grieving mother mourning the loss of her only son (Luke 7). He noticed the hunger of the crowd after a long day of teaching on the hillside (Mark 6). He noticed … and he did something about it.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">It is very easy to go about our busy days with blinders on - focusing on our own little worlds and ignoring the ministry opportunities surrounding us. But Jesus showed us how to pay attention, lighten a load, bestow a blessing, give a gift, help the hurting, and bind-up the broken. Listen, Jesus was busy! He had a lot to accomplish in 3.5 years of his earthly ministry. But he was never too busy to pay attention to the needs of the people around him.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Steve was my hero that day. And I suspect, for one young lady in a beat-up, old gray Honda Civic, he was her hero as well.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Dear LORD, open my eyes today. Forgive me for being so selfish that I forget to notice the needs all around me. Show me someone that I can help today. Show me how I can be Your hands and feet today. I'm listening. I'm watching. I'm paying attention.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">In Jesus' Name,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</div>SONDRA PRICEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294177399668208185noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-55139468749967593942010-09-20T22:59:00.000-04:002010-09-20T22:59:27.400-04:00My StruggleI have been going through a personal struggle lately with my relationship with the LORD. I have been waiting and wanting to feel his warm. Last night while trying to fall asleep I had this overwhelming urge to pray. I prayed for a long time. I prayed for all of my friends that are going through tough times and my own personal struggle. While doing so I felt this overwhelming warmth. I felt the Lords undying love. I felt his touch it was AMAZING. At that moment I knew he was there. I knew what I had always known. That the Lord loves me. I am his child and he is my father. It was an amazing experience and I can not wait to see him one day and feel his touch everyday of my life.<br />
While writing this I opened up my bible and this is where the Lord led me.<br />
Proverbs 11:2 When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom. <br />
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God is GOOD!Elisa's Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05247840559182390169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-11525735728608853402010-09-20T22:37:00.002-04:002010-09-20T23:05:11.855-04:00SurrenderI don't know where to even begin this post...I just feel like I need to write this. <br /><br />I haven't been to church in 6+ months. It's <span style="font-weight:bold;">SO</span> easy to fall out of the pattern of doing the right things, the feel good things, the things good for your soul and getting back into bad habits. For this I am <span style="font-weight:bold;">not</span> proud of. I guess it all started when my little Kainan was sick one weekend. And then it snowballed from there. EXCUSE=<span style="font-style:italic;">My husband was working</span>, EXCUSE=<span style="font-style:italic;">I was tired</span>, EXCUSE=<span style="font-style:italic;">too many "Christians" doing and saying things that <span style="font-weight:bold;">I</span> felt was hypocritical. </span> We received cards and phone calls and postcards saying that we were missed. People that I didn't even know were calling me. But I felt it was all too much. That they were just trying to get me back in church!! I mean, who do they think they are!! Whoa!! <span style="font-weight:bold;">Vanessa, LISTEN TO YOURSELF!!!</span> What is so wrong with them wanting you in church?!?! Now, don't get me wrong, I absolutely consider myself to be a Christian. As a friend of mine stated today, I am Christian who hasn't fully surrendered to God. I KNOW I need to completely surrender to Him! I WANT to completely surrender to him. But I'm scared! Scared of what will happen if I do. (Even though I know that He only wants the best for me!) I guess partly because my husband has "issues" with God. He and his ex wife were married for 12 years. They have two beautiful daughters together. They went to church every Sunday...morning and evening service. Attended Wednesday evenings. They loved being part of a church family. Then, he joined the ARMY...and served a year in Iraq. During that time, his wife was unfaithful to him. And while he was still deployed in Iraq, she told him. Everything! Details and all! And he prayed about it...and prayed about it. (Of course, this is his side of the story, as we all know, there are two sides to every story.) He wanted to know why. Why God would let this happen to him. Why God would ALLOW for his wife to do the things she had. And to this day, it's hard for him to go to church. He doesn't want to be there. He goes because I want him there. I just keep hoping that someday The Lord will smack him with a dose of what he needs to hear and change things. [of course, we have to be in church for that to happen!, I know, stupid me, right!!] I have tried to give my husband explanation for the things that happened...prior to our meeting. I don't need to know WHY they happened, I just know that they did and that it was in God's plan for it to happen. Had it not, he and I wouldn't be married. Had we not gotten married, we wouldn't have a beautiful two year old, rotten to the core, but smarter every day son. {I'm proud, can you tell??} <br /><br />Anyway, that is part of the reason that I've gone astray. And I do miss church every Sunday...not miss as in not attend, but miss as in my heart feels the burden and weight of not being there. I am not one that believes you have to sit in church on Sunday morning to consider yourself a Christian....but when my heartstrings are being tugged...I cannot ignore that!! Please say a quick prayer that my husband find the love for The Lord that he used to have!! [A <span style="font-weight:bold;">HUGE</span> thank you in advance!!!]<br /><br />And to end this post...a great song that gets me to the alter every time we sing it...this song motivates me to be the Christian that I am not but that I want to be. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWeLXxjPgH4?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWeLXxjPgH4?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18107868098077353121noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-17984587311846359032010-09-20T22:04:00.002-04:002010-09-20T22:04:27.241-04:00A different perspective<img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdVWTEzRbnc/TJWmi2Vpq1I/AAAAAAAAFnw/DBP9TR5Pi2Y/s320/101_5343.JPG" />SONDRA PRICEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294177399668208185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933561850672968068.post-85154325235290523982010-09-20T13:17:00.000-04:002010-09-20T13:17:37.365-04:00The Mayonnaise JarI received an email today, and I shared it over on my <a href="http://motherofamiraclebaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/mayonnaise-jar.html">blog</a>. It moved me to tear.SONDRA PRICEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04294177399668208185noreply@blogger.com1