Mid-terms are over and break will be here as soon as my night class is over. I will be heading to my parents for the weekend and then back to John and Monica's for a few days. I can't wait.
God is helping me and answering prayers. He has answered a prayer just today.
Well gotta run and pack and read for tonight's class.
Signing off,
The procrastinator :)
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Fall is here!
I have a tradition of taking fall pictures of Janae. Here is one that I took this weekend.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Whispered Prayers
Karen Peck and New River's song "Whispered Prayers" really spoke to me today. I felt like some of my prayers were not getting through today. But God gently reminded me to hang on, because they are being heard and in His timing everything will work out
Here's the song
Here's the song
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
This video clip reminded me of how Jesus came to earth to fight our battle and won. Then He picked us out of the crowd and took us into the arena of life and said “ This is my child. I have fought the battle and won especially for him/her”. Then He will lead us to Heaven and present us to God the Father and say "Well done, You are beautiful in My eyes". Jesus looks at me through the eyes of mercy and says "Melissa , you are beautiful in my eyes. Keep listening to me and you will turn out just the way that I wanted you to". He never leaves me. He is always there walking beside me. He is there to listen to me when I need Him the most. I serve Him, because I love Him. For truly He has given life to me.
Jeremiah 1:5 Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee and I ordained thee…..
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I Corinthians 13
I was studying I Corinthians 13 and found it helpful to write my verison to help me study it. Here's what I came up with
If I have impeccable communication skills, but don’t have true love. I am like a really bad orchestra that’s out of tune and not in sync.
If I could tell the future and understand the questions of life and have enough faith to see mountains walk out of my way but do not have love I might as well be the dirt on the ground or invisible
If I give everything I have to the needy and do everything I can for people to the point I’m burned out, but don’t have love. I might as well not have done it at all.
Love doesn’t blow up easily, but tries to understand the other person’s points of views. Love is not jealous of the other person or of their possessions. Love is not stuck on itself. Love is not condescending or rude. Love doesn’t always have to have it’s own way. It does not get easily upset or despise Love hates it when wrong is done. Love doesn’t count up wrongdoing. Loves extremely appreciate it when the other person is honest. Love endures life experiences and pressures of life. Love believes and trusts. Love never gives up hope. Love never ends or stops
Prophecies will be fulfilled or forgotten. Languages will cease to exist. Knowledge can be forgotten. We only know a little part of the whole story and we try to figure out the rest to tell other people. But one day we will know the whole story and we will forget the little story.
When I was a child, I spoke, thought, and processed as a child. Now I’m a woman and I act like it. On the day that we see the whole story and see Jesus face-to-face, I will be know as I really am.
Faith, Hope, and Love these three are important in life, but he most important is love.
If I have impeccable communication skills, but don’t have true love. I am like a really bad orchestra that’s out of tune and not in sync.
If I could tell the future and understand the questions of life and have enough faith to see mountains walk out of my way but do not have love I might as well be the dirt on the ground or invisible
If I give everything I have to the needy and do everything I can for people to the point I’m burned out, but don’t have love. I might as well not have done it at all.
Love doesn’t blow up easily, but tries to understand the other person’s points of views. Love is not jealous of the other person or of their possessions. Love is not stuck on itself. Love is not condescending or rude. Love doesn’t always have to have it’s own way. It does not get easily upset or despise Love hates it when wrong is done. Love doesn’t count up wrongdoing. Loves extremely appreciate it when the other person is honest. Love endures life experiences and pressures of life. Love believes and trusts. Love never gives up hope. Love never ends or stops
Prophecies will be fulfilled or forgotten. Languages will cease to exist. Knowledge can be forgotten. We only know a little part of the whole story and we try to figure out the rest to tell other people. But one day we will know the whole story and we will forget the little story.
When I was a child, I spoke, thought, and processed as a child. Now I’m a woman and I act like it. On the day that we see the whole story and see Jesus face-to-face, I will be know as I really am.
Faith, Hope, and Love these three are important in life, but he most important is love.
Monday, October 6, 2008
God is there
I am going through a difficult time right now. My cousin sent this to me and I thought I would share
He Wants to Comfort You
by Max Lucado
My child's feelings are hurt. I tell her she's special. My child is injured. I do whatever it takes to make her feel better.
My child is afraid. I won't go to sleep until she is secure.
I'm not a hero. I'm not a superstar. I'm not unusual. I'm a parent. When a child hurts, a parent does what comes naturally. He helps.
And after I help, I don't charge a fee. I don't ask for a favor in return. When my child cries, I don't tell her to buck up, act tough, and keep a stiff upper lip. Nor do I consult a list and ask her why she is still scraping the same elbow or waking me up again.
I'm not a prophet, nor the son of one, but something tells me that in the whole scheme of things the tender moments described above are infinitely more valuable than anything I do in front of a computer screen or congregation. Something tells me that the moments of comfort I give my child are a small price to pay for the joy of someday seeing my daughter do for her daughter what her dad did for her.
Moments of comfort from a parent. As a father, I can tell you they are the sweetest moments in my day. They come naturally. They come willingly. They come joyfully.
If all of that is true, if I know that one of the privileges of fatherhood is to comfort a child, then why am I so reluctant to let my heavenly Father comfort me?
Why do I think he wouldn't want to hear about my problems? ("They are puny compared to people starving in India.")
Why do I think he is too busy for me? ("He's got a whole universe to worry about.")
Why do I think he's tired of hearing the same old stuff?
Why do I think he groans when he sees me coming?
Why do I think he consults his list when I ask for forgiveness and asks, "Don't you think you're going to the well a few too many times on this one?
"Why do I think I have to speak a holy language around him that I don't speak with anyone else?
Why do I not take him seriously when he questions, "If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" (Matthew 7:11)
Why don't I let my Father do for me what I am more than willing to do for my own children?
I'm learning, though. Being a parent is better than a course on theology. Being a father is teaching me that when I am criticized, injured, or afraid, there is a Father who is ready to comfort me. There is a Father who will hold me until I'm better, help me until I can live with the hurt, and who won't go to sleep when I'm afraid of waking up and seeing the dark.
Ever. And that's enough.
God is teaching me that He is there for me and that I can trust Him with anything. Thank goodness He knows what to do all the time, because I don't most of the time :) But I have learned that if I follow Him, He will guide me through the most difficult of times.
He Wants to Comfort You
by Max Lucado
My child's feelings are hurt. I tell her she's special. My child is injured. I do whatever it takes to make her feel better.
My child is afraid. I won't go to sleep until she is secure.
I'm not a hero. I'm not a superstar. I'm not unusual. I'm a parent. When a child hurts, a parent does what comes naturally. He helps.
And after I help, I don't charge a fee. I don't ask for a favor in return. When my child cries, I don't tell her to buck up, act tough, and keep a stiff upper lip. Nor do I consult a list and ask her why she is still scraping the same elbow or waking me up again.
I'm not a prophet, nor the son of one, but something tells me that in the whole scheme of things the tender moments described above are infinitely more valuable than anything I do in front of a computer screen or congregation. Something tells me that the moments of comfort I give my child are a small price to pay for the joy of someday seeing my daughter do for her daughter what her dad did for her.
Moments of comfort from a parent. As a father, I can tell you they are the sweetest moments in my day. They come naturally. They come willingly. They come joyfully.
If all of that is true, if I know that one of the privileges of fatherhood is to comfort a child, then why am I so reluctant to let my heavenly Father comfort me?
Why do I think he wouldn't want to hear about my problems? ("They are puny compared to people starving in India.")
Why do I think he is too busy for me? ("He's got a whole universe to worry about.")
Why do I think he's tired of hearing the same old stuff?
Why do I think he groans when he sees me coming?
Why do I think he consults his list when I ask for forgiveness and asks, "Don't you think you're going to the well a few too many times on this one?
"Why do I think I have to speak a holy language around him that I don't speak with anyone else?
Why do I not take him seriously when he questions, "If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" (Matthew 7:11)
Why don't I let my Father do for me what I am more than willing to do for my own children?
I'm learning, though. Being a parent is better than a course on theology. Being a father is teaching me that when I am criticized, injured, or afraid, there is a Father who is ready to comfort me. There is a Father who will hold me until I'm better, help me until I can live with the hurt, and who won't go to sleep when I'm afraid of waking up and seeing the dark.
Ever. And that's enough.
God is teaching me that He is there for me and that I can trust Him with anything. Thank goodness He knows what to do all the time, because I don't most of the time :) But I have learned that if I follow Him, He will guide me through the most difficult of times.
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