tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46624749675381903752024-03-12T19:13:29.441-07:00Sandra's MiteWhat can I do with my mite?Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-67874816120982658022015-12-30T22:57:00.001-08:002015-12-30T22:57:15.113-08:00Re-entering the blogging world...by God's graceGod has made it very clear to me that He wants me to share with others the process of growth He is taking me through. There have been many dimensions of this growth. I will share them a tiny bit at a time. My prayer is that these lessons I have and am learning will be at least a small help to someone struggling in similar situations. God is good! I'm thankful beyond words for His faithfulness and loving-kindness to me! Tomorrow's post will be some light-hearted humour as I ease my way back into the blogging world. Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-4561196159395516272013-08-13T18:01:00.001-07:002013-08-13T18:01:19.694-07:00Urgent Prayer for Collette Michel<img src="webkit-fake-url://6C2D20FB-24E2-4EA6-B86F-10F0E2A63F97/image.tiff" /><br />
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Please pray for our friend Collette Michel, she and her husband Joel have been missionaries to the Netherlands only a short time. Today Joel was in a car accident which immediately took his life. Please pray for Collette and her three young children Annita (4), Timothy (2), and Annalise (10 months). We love you Collette and we are bearing you up in prayer.Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-31737110113343411872012-11-13T14:18:00.001-08:002012-11-13T14:18:24.771-08:00Pre-Field MinistryNever did I comprehend the new ministry God was giving me when I left my home to begin pre-field ministry in February of this year. God has done unspeakable things in my life. He has polished and encouraged using so many wonderful folks along the way. Pre-field ministry, or deputation at it is commonly known, holds many blessings as well as trials. The Lord has given me the burden to share these blessings as well as some of the trials along the way. I believe there are three reasons the Lord would like me to write about these things: 1) to encourage other missionaries by testifying of God's provision for us 2) to help those who pray for us to know how to pray specifically 3) to encourage those who are considering God's calling upon their lives that God is able and WILL take care of them if they will but trust and obey Him. I pray God will use the upcoming posts to accomplish these things.<br />
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<br />Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-36880976840700078802012-08-21T16:38:00.000-07:002012-08-21T16:38:12.798-07:00May I Go?As I was sorting and getting rid of yet more of our earthly belongings, I ran across this poem. This was included in the program at the funeral of my beloved Grammies. Grammies was my mother's grandmother and her best friend after losing her own mother at a young age. I'm sorry, I do not know who the author is.<br />
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May I Go?</div>
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May I go now?</div>
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Don't you think the time is right?</div>
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May I say good-bye to pain-filled days</div>
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and endless nights?</div>
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I've lived my life and done my best,</div>
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an example tried to be,</div>
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So can I take that step beyond</div>
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and set my spirit free?</div>
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I didn't want to go at first.</div>
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I fought with all my might!</div>
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But something seems to draw me now</div>
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to a warm and loving light.</div>
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I want to go!</div>
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I really do!</div>
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It's difficult to stay.</div>
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But I will try as best I can</div>
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to live just one more day. . .</div>
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To give you time to care for me</div>
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and share your love and fears.</div>
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I know you're sad and are afraid</div>
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because I see your tears.</div>
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I'll not be far, I promise that,</div>
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and hope you'll always know</div>
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that my spirit will be close to you</div>
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wherever you may go.</div>
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Thank you so for loving me.</div>
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You know I loved you too.</div>
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That's why it's hard to say good-bye</div>
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and end this life with you.</div>
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So hold me now, just one more time,</div>
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and let me hear you say, </div>
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because you care so much for me,</div>
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you'll let me go today.</div>
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I realize, being a poet who writes in traditional form, that this is not properly laid out, but I have typed it here just as it was given at the funeral. Also there are some things I know are not true or are obscure. That "something" drawing for a Christian is God in Heaven. Further down the poem says, ". . .my spirit will be close to you. . . ." This is also not true as we know that our spirit goes to Heaven or Hell after our body dies. These things aside. It was a solemn reminder to me today to be thankful for life and to love those around me while I can.</div>
Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-14438481484135700802011-11-08T18:50:00.000-08:002011-11-08T18:50:59.314-08:00What is Charity?It's silence when your words would hurt.<br />
It's patience when our neighbor is curt.<br />
It's deafness when the scandal flows.<br />
It's thoughtfulness for another's woes.<br />
It's promptness when stern duty calls.<br />
It's duty when misfortune falls.<br />
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--author unknownSandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-5991728719601171922011-11-08T18:48:00.000-08:002011-11-08T18:48:43.781-08:00Think TwiceBefore you push a brother down, THINK TWICE.<br />
Before at another's sin you frown, THINK TWICE.<br />
For who are you in judgment hall<br />
Your brother to the bar to call<br />
Tomorrow you may slip and fall--THINK TWICE.<br />
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Before the stinging gibe and quip--THINK TWICE.<br />
Lest you yourself should feel the ship--THINK TWICE.<br />
Withhold the gossip's idle sneer,<br />
The thrust that draws the bitter tear,<br />
For Fortune's favoring gale and veer; THINK TWICE.<br />
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Is charity a quickened art? THINK TWICE<br />
And does it thrill both hand and heart? THINK TWICE<br />
The mercy you to others show,<br />
That mercy you should some day know;<br />
With other's faults be kind, be slow--THINK TWICE.<br />
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--author unknownSandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-37635484548483327772011-11-08T18:44:00.000-08:002011-11-08T18:44:53.077-08:00The DifferenceI got up early one morning<br />
And rushed right into the day;<br />
I had so much to accomplish<br />
That I didn't have time to pray.<br />
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Problems just tumbled about me,<br />
And heavier came each task;<br />
"Why doesn't God help me?"<br />
I wondered.<br />
He answered, "You didn't ask."<br />
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I wanted to see joy and beauty,<br />
But the day toiled on gay and bleak;<br />
I wondered why God didn't show me.<br />
He said, "But you didn't seek."<br />
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I tried to come into God's presence;<br />
I used all my keys in the lock.<br />
God gently and lovingly chided,<br />
"My child, you didn't knock."<br />
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I woke up early this morning,<br />
And paused before entering the day;<br />
I had so much to accomplish<br />
That I had to take time to pray.<br />
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Author UnknownSandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-35748276983080650982011-11-08T18:41:00.000-08:002011-11-08T18:41:06.750-08:00Why God Made HugsEveryone was meant to share<br />
God's all-abiding love and care;<br />
He saw that we would need to know<br />
A way to let these feelings show.<br />
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So God made hugs a special sign,<br />
A symbol of his love divine,<br />
A circle of our open arms<br />
To hold in love and keep out harm.<br />
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One simple hug can do its part<br />
To warm and cheer another's heart.<br />
A hug's a bit of heaven above<br />
That signifies His perfect love.<br />
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by Jill WolfSandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-42310795019684884012011-11-08T18:37:00.000-08:002011-11-08T18:37:56.453-08:00He Answers PrayerI believe God answers prayer,<br />
Answers always, everywhere;<br />
I may cast my anxious care,<br />
Burdens I could never bear,<br />
On the God who heareth prayer.<br />
Never need my soul despair<br />
Since He bids me boldly dare<br />
To the secret place repair,<br />
There to prove He answers prayer.Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-91257969845003941322011-11-08T18:34:00.000-08:002011-11-08T18:34:32.363-08:00Open My EyesOpen my eyes, that I may see<br />
This one and that one needing thee:<br />
Hearts that are dumb, unsatisfied;<br />
Lives that are dark, for whom Christ died.<br />
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Open my eyes in sympathy<br />
Clear into man's deep soul to see;<br />
Wise with Thy wisdom to discern,<br />
And with Thy heart of love to yearn.<br />
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Open my eyes in power, I pray<br />
Give me the strength to speak today,<br />
Some one to bring, dear Lord, to Thee;<br />
Use me, O Lord, use even me.<br />
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--Betty Scott StamSandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-46828996163231494532011-11-08T18:32:00.001-08:002023-12-12T17:46:16.547-08:00Who Prayed?Did you think of us this morning<br />
As you breathed a word of prayer?<br />
Did you ask for strength to help us<br />
All our heavy burdens bear?<br />
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Someone prayed, and strength was given<br />
For the long and weary road,<br />
Someone prayed and faith grew stronger<br />
As we bent beneath our load.<br />
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Someone prayed--the way grew brighter,<br />
And we walked all unafraid.<br />
In our heart a song of gladness--<br />
Tell me, was it you who prayed?<br />
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Author unknownSandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-7861230786065451572011-11-08T18:30:00.000-08:002011-11-08T18:30:10.707-08:00InfluenceThere are little eyes upon you,<br />
And they're watching night and day;<br />
There are little ears that quickly<br />
Take in every word you say;<br />
There are little hands all eager<br />
To do everything you do,<br />
And a little boy who's dreaming<br />
Of the day he'll be like you.<br />
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You're the little fellow's idol;<br />
You're the wisest of the wise;<br />
In his little mind about you<br />
No suspicions ever rise;<br />
He believes in you devoutly,<br />
Holds that all you say and do,<br />
He will say and do in your way<br />
When he's grown up just like you.<br />
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There's a wide eyed little fellow<br />
Who believes you're always right,<br />
And his ears are always open,<br />
And he watches day and night.<br />
You are setting an example<br />
Every day in all you do,<br />
For the little boy who's waiting<br />
To grow up to be like you.<br />
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Author unknownSandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-26402022690345991042011-11-08T18:26:00.000-08:002011-11-08T18:26:28.787-08:00We Are His Channels NowOn far and lonely shores<br />
Where cruel sin and hate<br />
Obscure all peace and joy,<br />
Vast multitudes await.<br />
Some in deep lethargy<br />
Plod in the old, old way;<br />
Hopeless, they face the night,<br />
Helpless, they wait the day.<br />
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Drums throb and terror grips<br />
The hearts of man and child,<br />
Whether in village hut<br />
Or in the jungle wild,<br />
Drums throb, as wicked cults<br />
Relay the secret word;<br />
Screams pierce the fetid air<br />
And then no more are heard.<br />
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Can we, who dwell in peace<br />
In God's own joyous hope,<br />
Ignore the plight of these<br />
His creatures too, who grope<br />
Vainly for one bright star<br />
To light their deepening night?<br />
Can we avert our eyes<br />
From such a piteous sight?<br />
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God loves these burdened ones.<br />
He yearns their wounds to heal.<br />
Then we, His hands, His feet,<br />
Must to the lost reveal<br />
The riches of his grace<br />
And mighty saving power;<br />
We are His channels now--<br />
This year, this day, this hour.<br />
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by Dorothy Conant StroudSandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-15616586956270483062011-11-04T18:58:00.000-07:002011-11-04T19:36:14.619-07:00His Joy in the Midst of SorrowsAs I logged onto my blog today I saw that the last post was of an article a friend of mine gave to me called, "The Pain of Motherhood". My first thought was, "Wow, how fitting, I have just experienced the pain of motherhood, quite literally!" Just as soon as that thought passed through my mind, I realised, it is not the pain of motherhood I have faced, but the joy of motherhood and even more, the joy of facing hard times with God as my Heavenly Father. Today as I shared with my family doctor who is a Christian, what happened to me last Sunday, she said, "You should share that with others so it can be a blessing to them." I share this, yes, to be a blessing, but also to remind myself how good God has been to me in these past several days. One day I will need to be reminded of what God has done for me--It may be tomorrow!<br />
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This past Sunday my husband took me to the emergency room because I had experienced a sudden burst of intense pain in my lower abdomen. After fainting in the waiting room 3 times (and yes it took 3 times because after the first time a nurse said, "Ok, we'll get you onto a stretcher, but this won't get you ahead of the line! I guess she's seen people try anything so they don't have to wait!) the head nurse and a paramedic lifted me onto a stretcher and took me to be assessed. My blood pressure was extremely low so an IV was immediately started in order to start putting back into my body what it had lost. As I lay there on the stretcher I was in pain all the way up to my right shoulder and was having difficulty breathing. The head nurse assessed my situation and within 20 to 30 minutes (which seemed like forever) the doctor on duty for the emergency department came to assess me. She had a wonderful bedside manner in which was combined a sense of humor but also a great sense of compassion. She took an ultra-sound of my abdominal area and confirmed that my internal organs were surrounded by free-standing blood. Based on the facts of what had happened that day and the month or so previously she could safely assume that I had an ectopic pregnancy and the tube had ruptured. This was pouring blood into the area around my major organs. She explained that they would have to do immediate emergency surgery in order to save my life. As I lay there on the stretcher with my husband holding my hand, I began to cry a little. The kind doctor took my hand and said, "You'll be okay. The doctor who happens to be on tonight to do your surgery is one of the best in her field. We'll take care of you. It's what we've trained for almost our whole lives." I thanked her and while it was nice to know that the doctor was one of the best, I was more thankful to know the ONE who placed her on that particular shift that afternoon. After thanking her I said, "My God is in control." I've often wondered, in times of great fear and pain, if I would continue to trust my Loving Heavenly Father. It was a great comfort to me to know He had me in His hands. As I was being prepped for surgery I had to have a blood transfusion because I had lost so much blood. This made me nervous for a minute as I thought about all of the diseases that are spread through the blood. I just prayed that the Lord would protect me from receiving any bad blood. The Lord helped me to be calm and surprisingly light hearted during the whole prep time immediately prior to surgery. My husband was allowed to go with me to the last stop before the O.R. There we met the anesthesiologist and the nurse that would be helping the doctor perform the surgery. Just before I was wheeled away, my husband prayed with me one last time. As I rode on my stretcher, watching the ceiling go by I could feel fear whelming up inside of me. We have been memorizing the Psalm 23 with our children and had just a few hours before been reciting verses 1-5 on the way to church. As I came to verse 4 I was comforted momentarily for I was passing through the valley of death. Psalm 56:3 was the next scripture that God brought to me, "What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee." The last verse God placed into my mind brought the greatest comfort to me. The Bible says in Psalm 46:1, "God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble." The word "present" in particular was the greatest comfort to me. As I lay there, the Lord had helped me to truly see that He was there with me and he would orchestrate everything. Whatever was to happen would be His will. I had no more anxiety. I was ready for the "sleepy medicine".<br />
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Upon waking I was freezing cold. It felt like nobody was helping me. I know that my mind was probably effected by drugs, but there is one thing I know. I WAS COLD! They finally put a blanket on me that was supposed to fill up with hot air, but it filled up with cold air. I remember laying there thinking, be patient, things like this probably need time to heat up. I don't know how long I was "patient" but I finally said, "It feels like you filled it with air conditioning." The nurse did something and it was instantly hot. I was getting too hot, but I wasn't going to complain, because I had tried too hard to get them to understand how very, extremely, overwhelmingly cold I was. After a few minutes I realised I couldn't see. It was like my head was bandaged. I think I was bugging the nurse who was trying to manage my pain medications. She was giving me morphine through an IV and asking me to scale my pain from 1 to 10. I always hate doing that. Relativity is not my forte. While she was doing this, I kept saying, "Am I allowed to see?" "May I please see?" "Why are my eyes covered?" I was starting to feel claustrophobic because I had an oxygen mask over my nose and mouth and the rest of my head was wrapped up. She finally took off the wrapping and explained that it was a heated blanket they had wrapped around my head when I was calling out through the oxygen mask how cold I was.<br />
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As I lay in the recovery room I realised I had a captive audience to the gospel. I don't remember exactly how the conversation went, things are still a little foggy from that moment, but I do remember asking the nurse if she was religious at all. She said she was and suddenly became very cold towards me. I tried to tell her a few things after that, but suddenly she didn't sit next to my bed anymore. She went and sat at a desk and watched a hockey game or something. I couldn't quite make out what it was. Though I tried to make opportunities to witness to the other nurses, I guess I wasn't sick enough to have them hang around long enough! The last nurse I had was the friendliest--and she was already a Christian.<br />
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From the recovery room I was taken to a private room for the remainder of my hospital stay. As I was pushed down the corridor the nurse said, "Is that your husband? Oh that's not your husband." Since I cannot see very well at all without my glasses, I took her word for it. As we nearly passed the man I realised it was my brother. How thankful I was to see him as I knew my husband would have left as soon as the doctor said the surgery was complete and I was in recovery. My husband has had to do many things out of his normal realm during this whole thing. He has been amazing! Love is truly revealed in times of hardship. As I was being wheeled out of the recovery room, I knew he was home packing clothes for the kids to stay overnight with our friends. My brother stayed with me until my husband came. After being told he wasn't allowed to stay with me all night, my husband left me with his Bible and a book I've been wanting to read for a long time. <br />
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Sleep was difficult that night as I was experiencing a great deal of pain. I did sleep some after being given some more pain medication, and when I awoke in the morning I felt as if I couldn't move. God had a captive audience. For the next several hours amongst nurses checking me and other such things, I had sweet communion with my Lord. I thanked Him for saving my life. I cannot begin to explain all of the things God was teaching me throughout that day. I sensed though that this was only the beginning--that He was using this to prepare me. He was setting me aside to gird up my loins in preparation for the difficult times ahead. It was like the Lord had taken my face in his hands and said, "Look at me. Don't stop looking at me. No matter what I allow to come into your life, remember that I love you." I didn't want that day to end. I knew I would most likely be going home the next day and I didn't want the sweet, mostly undistracted time I was having with my Loving Heavenly Father to be over. I had some visitors that evening and to be honest while I was thankful they came and they made me feel very loved, I couldn't wait to get alone with God again. <br />
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That night, it was God who helped me bare my sorrows--for I had lost my child. Amidst the physical pain I had experienced, I realized this in my head, but it had not yet hit my heart. I tried reading my Bible and praying and just going to sleep but the darkness and quietness made it more difficult. As I lay there weeping for the loss of my child, I thanked God for answering our prayer and giving us a child. I told Him that I didn't understand why He had seen fit to take our baby away, but I wanted to learn what He has to teach me. Though there are many things I know the Lord wants to teach me through this, for there are many things I have learned, one was, I believe, in answer to a prayer I have been so earnestly praying in recent weeks. This prayer was one I am ashamed to say I have not prayed as earnestly as I should have been the last 8 years. I have been praying of late that the Lord would make me a godly mother, one who has spiritual discernment how to train her children, not just command them to jump like a bunch of little soldiers. I realised that losing our baby had done this. This had allowed the Lord to have uninterrupted fellowship with me to show me where I needed to repent and how I needed to change. I am thankful that He has answered my prayer. This event has changed the way my husband and I both interact with and train our children.<br />
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Since being released from the hospital 3 days ago, I have faced two more trials that look enormous. We are still facing them. One in particular, we cannot see where it will lead. I am so grateful that we "have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities." I thank God that He delights to show us His love and guidance. We read in family devotions on Wednesday night that God wants to give us wisdom if we will but seek it.<br />
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Today I went to see my family doctor because I have had a low-grade fever for 3 days. I was put on an antibiotic and told to stay in bed until Monday when I should call the OB/GYN who performed the surgery. At that point I may have to have tests for internal infection. My family doctor told me today that if I don't stay in bed, I could cause myself to have another surgery. So, here I lie, watching my wonderful husband be mother and father to our four children. Waiting, listening for whatever else the Lord would have me to learn. <br />
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To those of you who know me and have prayed for me since Sunday, I would like to say, "Thank you!" I know it is your prayers that are helping our family to face the several difficulties we are facing right now. To those of you who do not know me. I would like to ask you a question. Do you know the Loving Heavenly Father I talk of? The God Who loves me so much that He is longsuffering to teach me the things He wants me to learn, so I may bring glory to Him? He loves you to. If you are not already His child, He wants you to be.<br />
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You may ask, "How do I have this relationship with the loving God?" It is very simple. You must first admit honestly to God that you have sinned and disobeyed Him. The Bible says in Romans 3:23, "For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God." In Romans 6:23 it says, "For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord."<br />
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You must believe that Jesus died on the cross and rose again. His blood was shed to pay for your sins. The Bible tells us in I Corinthians 15:3-4, ". . .Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures, And the he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures." In Romans 5:8 we are told, "But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." John 3:16 tells us, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him, should not perish but have everlasting life." Because Jesus loves you so much he took the punishment you and I deserved for our sins so we can be forgiven.<br />
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Lastly, you mush choose to trust Jesus alone for the forgiveness of your sins. God promises in Romans 10:13, "For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." He also tells us in John 3:18, "He that believeth on him is not condemned. . . ." When you trust in Jesus Christ alone to save you, God forgives you! You become His child, and He promises you a home in Heaven forever! Put your trust in Jesus as your Saviour from sin. Do it today, and begin to follow Him by obeying His Word the Bible.<br />
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I pray that if you are not a child of God and you have any questions that you would contact me. If you decide today that you will accept Him as the sacrifice for your sins, I would love to know and to help you get started in the right direction building your relationship with Him! With Him, even in the times of suffering and pain, we can have joy for we are, "Strengthened with all might, according to his glorious power, unto all patience and longsuffering with joyfulness." (Colossians 1:11)Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-53774922943168290402011-07-28T12:31:00.000-07:002011-07-28T12:31:02.625-07:00"The Pain of Motherhood"written by Courtney Girdwood taken from <i>Above Rubies</i> October 2010, No. 80<br />
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<i>I love my children so much that at times it hurts. Mothering brings me so much joy, yet it is the most frightening and overwhelming task imaginable.</i><br />
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<i>One day you are handed the most beautiful, marvelous gift. You stare in awe-struck wonder and breathe in the sweet fragrance of new life. You cannot fathom how this tiny little human will forever change the world as you know it. Or, how your own life as you know it, will forever change.</i><br />
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<i>Once you are a Mother, things you never worried about suddenly become foremost in your mind. You find yourself double-checking if the doors are locked before you go to bed. You always make sure you buckle up. You apply two layers of sunscreen just in case. You baby proof e-v-e-r-y-thing.</i><br />
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<i>Mothering is so very scare. Life isn't about you anymore. Not only do you worry about your child's well-being, you worry about your own well-being. After I became a mom, I found myself constantly praying for God to protect me, because, second to the thought of losing one of my children is the thought of them losing me.</i><br />
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<i>I pray more than I have ever prayed in my life. Life is so unpredictable and our children are at the mercy of this dangerous world and have an enemy who wants nothing more than to devour them. This reality drives me to my knees, daily. Each day I have to give my fears over to God and ask Him to help me love my little ones while entrusting Him totally with their care.</i><br />
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<i>The hardest part of being a mother is knowing that at some point in time my children will have to suffer. Suffering is an inevitable part of life. Some of my children have already experienced it and I can't express how much it pains me to know there was nothing I could have done to save them from it. </i><br />
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<i>Many times I have seen one of my children in pain and wished I could take their place. I would take any amount of suffering if it meant my child didn't have to suffer. Tears form in my eyes at the every thought of one of them becoming ill, facing despair, having their hearts broken or making mistakes that will forever alter their future. I often think of Mary. What must it have been like to be Jesus' mother and to witness His torture and death?</i><br />
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<i>Sometimes I wonder why God called me to be a mother. At times, the task seems too great to bear and my heart feels like it could crack into millions of pieces. I love my children so deeply, so profoundly that I wonder sometimes if I can handle it. And yet, my God loves them even more. He loves me even more. He loves you even more.</i><br />
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<i>Mothering is the perfect picture of Christ's love for us. He saw us suffering in a dark and sinful world. He came to us to save us from and eternity of suffering. He took our place and paid the ultimate price. He loved us that much. My love for my children is just a speck in comparison to His love for us.</i><br />
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<i>Each day, I lay my precious treasures at His feet. I lay my fears, my heartache, and my ever-present desire to protect them, at the foot of the cross. I pray that God will give me all that I need to mother them well. I ask that He will provide me the strength to endure whatever comes our way.</i><br />
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<i>I thank Him for the incredible privilege of being called Mommy. I thank Him for each day that I get to experience a glimpse of His vast love for me through the love He has given me for my treasures.</i><br />
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</i>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-60495868043992558332011-07-27T12:13:00.000-07:002011-07-27T12:13:45.347-07:00The Best Day of My LifeAs I continue to go through my files in preparation to go on the road for deputation I have found more jewels! Here is one I found today:<br />
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<i><b>The Best Day of My Life</b></i><br />
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<i>Today, when I awoke, I suddenly realized that this is the best day of my life, ever! There were times when I wondered if I would make it today; but I did! And because I did I'm going to celebrate! Today I'm going to celebrate what an unbelievable life I have had so far; the accomplishments, the many blessings, and, yes, even the hardships because they have served to make me stronger. I will go through this day with my head held hight, and a happy heart. I will marvel at God's seemingly simple gifts: the morning dew, the sun, the clouds, the trees the flowers, and the birds. Today, none of these miraculous creations will escape my notice. Today, I will share my excitement for life with other people. I'll make someone smile. I'll go out of my way to perform an unexpected act of kindness for someone I don't even know. Today I'll give a sincere compliment to someone who seems down. I'll tell a child how special he is, and I'll tell someone I love just how deeply I care for them and how much they mean to me. Today is the day I quit worrying about what I don't have and start being grateful for all the wonderful things God has already given me. I'l remember that to worry is just a waste of time because my faith in God and His Divine Plan ensures everything will be just fine. Tonight, before I go to bed, I'll go outside the raise my eyes to the heavens. I will stand in awe at the beauty of the stars and the moon, and I will praise God for these magnificent treasures. As the day ends and I lay my head down on my pillow, I will thank my Almighty God for the best day of my life. And I will sleep the sleep of a contented child, excited with expectation because I know tomorrow is going to be. . .The best day of my life.</i><br />
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<i>author unknown</i>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-22215443535108327102011-07-18T17:25:00.000-07:002011-07-18T17:25:05.634-07:00Thank God for YouAuthor Unknown<br />
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This poem was given to me by a friend.<br />
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<b><i>Thank God for you, good friend of mine,</i></b><br />
<b><i>Seldom is friendship such as thine;</i></b><br />
<b><i>How very much I wish to be</i></b><br />
<b><i>As helpful as you've been to me--</i></b><br />
<b><i>Thank God for you.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>When I recall from time to time </i></b><br />
<b><i>How you inspired this heart of mine,</i></b><br />
<b><i>I find myself inclined to pray,</i></b><br />
<b><i>"God bless my friend this very day:--</i></b><br />
<b><i>Thank God for you. </i></b><br />
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<b><i>Of many prayer quests, one thou art</i></b><br />
<b><i>On whom I ask God to impart</i></b><br />
<b><i>Rich blessings from His store house rare, </i></b><br />
<b><i>and grant to you His gracious care--</i></b><br />
<b><i>Thank God for you.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>So often at the throne of grace</i></b><br />
<b><i>There comas a picture of your face,</i></b><br />
<b><i>And then instinctively I pray</i></b><br />
<b><i>That God may guide you all the way--</i></b><br />
<b><i>Thank God for you.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Some day I hope with you to stand</i></b><br />
<b><i>Before the throne at God's right hand,</i></b><br />
<b><i>And say to you at journey's end,</i></b><br />
<b><i>Praise God, you've been to me a friend--</i></b><br />
<b><i>Thank God for you.</i></b><br />
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As I typed this I thought of my dear friend, Susan Baduria. . .thank God for you!!Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-60151469474771678032011-07-18T17:17:00.000-07:002011-07-18T17:17:12.239-07:00God Knows the Answer<b><i>God Knows the Answer</i></b><br />
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I question not God's means or ways,<br />
Or how He uses tie or days,<br />
To answer every call or prayer,<br />
I know He will, somehow, somewhere<br />
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I question not the time or place<br />
When I shall feel His love and grace;<br />
I only know that I believe,<br />
And richest blessing shall receive.<br />
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I cannot doubt that He'll attend<br />
My every cal, and that He'll send<br />
A ministering angel fair,<br />
In answer to my faithful prayer.<br />
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by F. B. Whitney<br />
(also cut out of a church bulletin from my childhood days)<br />
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Also from the same bulletin:<br />
"Bowing the head for a few minutes at the beginning of the day will help one to walk more erect during the hours that follow."Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-88731450409754445182011-07-18T17:13:00.001-07:002011-07-18T17:13:37.957-07:00The State of SoulsThe State of Souls<br />
(my own title to an anonymous article from a church bulletin from when I was a girl)<br />
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"They're passing, passing fast away,<br />
A hundred thousand souls a day,<br />
In Christless guilt and gloom.<br />
O Christians, what wilt thou say<br />
When in the awful judgment day,<br />
They charge thee with their doom?"Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-91963524771661346152011-07-18T17:11:00.000-07:002011-07-18T17:11:28.265-07:00Memories. . .Well, it's official. We are going to the Philippines. Lord willing we will start deputation in January. How long this has been in the coming. . .but how wonderful God is that He knows the perfect timing!!<br />
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As I have been getting rid of bags and bags of things the local charities have benefited greatly. Particularly the ones who will come and collect me earthly belongings. All of it is going. Kitchen, bedrooms, living room, bathroom. . .slowly being completely emptied. So far I have tackled the kids' room, our room and the kitchen. Today's project was to go through papers in the filing cabinet. Memories have been flooding me all day as I have read cards, seen handprints, and seen evidences of how God has lead us through very difficult times. Some things are very difficult to get rid of. Others I found my self wondering why I have been letting them have space in my house! <br />
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I have loved poetry since I was a little girl. . .reading and writing. As I have gone through the files I have found things for which I cannot afford room, so I've decided to put them on my blog where I can go back later and find them again if I want. My hope is that while I save these passages for myself, you will receive a blessing from them too. Thus my next several posts will be gleanings from my files. I hope you enjoy!Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-37709791053882920002011-06-04T21:48:00.001-07:002011-06-04T21:54:07.775-07:00Waiting On the Lord<div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A little girl peeked up over the edge of the missionary’s display table waiting patiently for her turn to ask the missionary to sign her Bible. She loved having the missionaries sign her Bible and would often open her Bible just to look at the page where their names had been written. This little girl had accepted Christ as her Saviour when she was 5 years old. She knew that she was a sinner and that she could not pay the price for her sins. She understood that the only one who cold pay for her sins was Jesus. Sitting in her Mommy’s lap she prayed and asked Jesus to take her sins away so she could live in Heaven with Him one day. As she grew she was in awe of missionaries who were going to take this same message to people all over the world. She loved to hear them tell about the people and see the pictures they would show. When she attended Vacation Bible School each summer her pastor’s wife would stand up front showing pictures of missionary stories always leaving off at a part that would make the children want to come back the next day to hear the story. One year the Pastor’s wife told the story of Tifam a little girl who lived in Haiti and whose witch-doctor father got saved at the end of the story after trying to kill the missionary. When her Pastor’s wife said that she had been a missionary kid in Haiti, this little girl was in awe. God was nurturing in hear heart a love for missionaries. At the age of 13 this young lady heard a college group give a readers-theater presentation about the life of Jim Elliot. Intermingled with the script were songs about missions and yielding one’s life entirely to God to do whatever he would ask. That evening, she surrendered her life to be a missionary wherever God would desire. Over the next year God used two specific things to further reveal His will. After reading more extensively about Jim Elliot who was slaughtered by the people he had been trying so hard to reach, this young lady began to have the interest in the people groups of the world that had never heard the gospel. At a youth conference, a veteran missionary spoke of the number of people groups in the world that had never once heard the gospel. She knew that God wanted her to give the gospel to those who had never heard. </span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ten years later, that little girl who had been peeking over the edge of the missionary’s display table was now waving good-bye to her family for what would be the first of many good-byes. Little did she know how the next four years would change her life. With missions in mind she learned all she could about becoming a missionary, at least from the text-book point of view. During those years, she met the man who would become her husband and whom she would serve the Lord with the rest of her life. Upon graduation from college, she and her new husband took a missions trip to the country in which they believed God would have them reach the people with the gospel. During her time in this country God confirmed in the hearts of her husband and herself that this was where God would have them to live one day. Little did she know that that “one day” would be further off than she realised. All of her hopes and plans to be off to the mission field immediately following college were dashed when God led them to work with a new church plant in Canada. This was her second good-bye. Since the commitment was only for 5 years, it was only a small disappointment. At the end of those 5 years, it still was not time to go as the young couple now with 3 children moved on to another church where God lead them to continue serving Him. After 2 more years, it still was not time to go and off her family went to serve in yet another church. The young couple was starting to wonder if they would ever have the privilege of going to live in the country among the people they loved so much. </span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Almost exactly 10 years after seeing her new country for the first time, that young lady now stands before you. Finally beginning the journey to reach our new “home”. Please turn in your Bibles to Proverbs 13:12. “Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.” The word “defer” means “to put off to a later time or postpone”. Though I had been given the text-book learning about being a missionary. God had many things He needed to teach me which I could not learn from any book except His Word as I read it and walked through life with Him. Many times over the last 10 years my heart was sick as we waited for God. Being in God’s waiting room is not easy. Waiting has been hard, but I can see God’s hand in my life over these past years and I’m so thankful now that God did put me in His waiting room until I was prepared. Today I would like to share some of the things God has taught me. </span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My life’s verse is Philippians 3:10 “That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death;”</span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“That I may know him. . .” Knowing God has many dimensions. The lesson that I most recently learned in knowing God, is the one lesson I should have learned first. To truly know Him I must worship and adore Him. We must know God’s person to be able to adore Him. This has set me out exploring the Bible about Who exactly this wonderful God is who has given us the privilege of serving Him. There many passages about Who God is, but a good one to consider is I Chronicles 16:23-36. As I continue to study about Who God is, I stand in awe that He would even allow me to be part of the plan He has for bringing mankind into a relationship with Him. Yet this knowing Him is the most important aspect of serving Him; for if I worship and adore the Heavenly Father and truly know Him no thing He asks of me can be too great in comparison to Who He is. </span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The verse continues, “. . .and the power of his resurrection.” His resurrection was victory--a victory over death and hell. I thank God that through the last 10 years I have been allowed to know him in victories that He has given me in my life. He has allowed me to snatch souls from the clutches of hell. He has allowed me to help young Christians grow. He has allowed me to be a blessing to other servants of Him. All this only because of Him. During these times of victory being in God’s waiting room was not so hard. </span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As we read on we see that the verse says, “. . .and the fellowship of his sufferings. . .” Shortly after I graduated from Bible college I faced a particularly difficult trial. A godly lady showed me this verse and directed me to this phrase and the little word at the beginning of it, it is the word “</span></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and</span></span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">”. She taught me that so often we are glad to know God in the power of his resurrection but do not want to know Him in the times of suffering. Jesus suffered many more things than I ever will, but there are certain things that He wanted me to suffer to that I could truly know Him and learn to be like Him. During the times of difficulty, the times of suffering, are when being in God’s waiting room is difficult. This was when my heart has felt sick. I longed for my hope not to be deferred any longer, but God was still working. How could I truly claim to love and serve Him if I was not conformed to His death as the verse states in its final phrase?</span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As you go through these pivotal years in your life you may have dreams of doing great things for God. Dreams are good. Having a vision is biblical. But if God decides to allow you to sit in his waiting room for a while, don’t be discouraged. Remember you are getting to know Him in preparation for the task He has ahead. Also remember to continue to be faithful to what He has you to do in the present during your time of waiting. </span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Remember Proverbs 13:12? “Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.” </span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Have you ever had to wait for something you really wanted? Maybe it was a toy you wanted when you were a child, maybe it was saving to buy your first car, maybe it was waiting to see someone you hadn’t seen in a long time. Do you remember how good it felt when what you were looking forward to finally happened? It was much more exciting then it would it have been if you had not been required to wait for it. This verse shows us that it is the same with the desires God places in our hearts. If we trust Him while he prepares us through learning to know Him in His person, through victories, and through difficulties, “. . .when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.” </span></span></span></div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-32445917430351966832011-05-17T00:00:00.000-07:002011-05-17T00:00:50.626-07:00RamblingT<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">his weekend God taught me many things. As we face leaving our children for a week to go to orientation, I find myself struggling with the fact that we will have to be so far from them for a whole week. While I completely trust the care of our children to my brother and his wife, I still won't be there! It's funny, as I have gone through life looking forward to different stages, believing I will reach them with sheer delight, I find each step is bitter-sweet. I should be thrilled (and I am, really) that we are finally heading for consideration by a mission agency. We have dreamed of this day for more years than I like to think about. While we are excited though, I find it difficult to leave our children. God is so wonderful though. The song I posted for a friend last week, "I'll Go Where You Want Me To Go", ended up being a blessing and a challenge to me this weekend. I was scheduled to sing for the Sunday evening service. As usual I prayed and sought for a song. Also as usual I asked for my husband's input. The thing that was not usual was that he had no opinion about what song I would sing this time. As I sang through countless songs, I could not find peace about any of them. Then the Lord led me to this song. God used a line from the third verse to help me to stay focused on Him and what He has planned for me and for my family: "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, trusting my all unto Your care, I know You always love me! </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I’ll do Your will with a heart sincere. . ." Usually when I sing a special for church, I try my best to build a climax in the song with dynamics and such, but for this song I could not. Last night it came out as a prayer and at some points barely came out. How amazing God is to use the common (I've known this song for decades!) to reach us at different points in our lives! He is teaching me to trust Him. Sometimes I'm a slow learner!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have always been a dreamer with big plans. Big plans and dreams are not the same as accomplishments. Though these can lead to great accomplishments, I tend to get distracted along the way. Sometimes I spend too much time dreaming, planning, making lists, creating ideas, and not enough time on the "petty" details that are required to accomplish such things. As the Lord has brought me along, particularly since having children, I have learned much in this area of disciplining myself to finish the mundane tasks of life before I allow myself the privilege of planning my great dreams. Facing a summer which is the beginning of a new stage in our lives, I once again have struggled with the menial tasks of life. I desire to burst ahead to the thing I have been looking forward to for so long! How thankful I am that the Lord is patient with me and helps me to refocus with His Word. Today in my devotions God again showed me a verse He used once before to order my thoughts and help me to keep my eyes fixed on what I need to accomplish now. Sometimes my thoughts are a my worst enemy simply because they are running in all directions in my head, plowing one another over vying for preeminence. I need God's help to order them! The verse God gave me today was, Proverb 16:3, "Commit thy works unto the LORD, and thy thoughts shall be established." Now, as I have asked the Lord to help me to commit my works to Him, I know that he will establish my thoughts. He's the only one who can really order all of these things in the first place! I told you I'm a slow learner. Thankfully He is a loving and patient God!</span></span></span><br />
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</span>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-59076495170593987632011-05-02T17:04:00.000-07:002011-05-02T17:04:41.166-07:00AKO'Y SUSUNOD KAHIT SAAN (I'll Go Where You Want Me to Go)This post is for my very dear friend Maricon. I love you! (For other readers, scroll down for English)<div><br />
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</div><div><b><i>AKO'Y SUSUNOD KAHIT SAAN</i></b></div><div>by Mary Brown and Charles Prior</div><div><br />
</div><div>Kahit saan pagutusan Niya, Kusa akong susunod;</div><div>Sa patag o kabundukan man, Lagi nang maglilingkod.</div><div>Pagtawag Niya kung aking marinig, Puso'y agad tutugon;</div><div>Ako'y susunod--kahit na saan man--Sa iyo, aking Panginoon!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Koro:</div><div>Kahit na san, O Panginoon, Ikaw ay aking susundin--</div><div>Sa dagat, bundok o kapatgan man; Ikaw ay laging susundin.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Pagibig Niya'y ipahahayag Sa kapwang nalulumbay;</div><div>Ang aral Niya ay ihahatid Sa taong naliligaw.</div><div>O Dios, ang patnubay Mong kay inam Sa t'wina'y kailangan ko;</div><div>Ang nais Mo ang lagi kong gaga win, Laging susunod sa Iyo.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Koro</div><div><br />
</div><div>Kahit hamak man ang gawain Sa malawak na mundo,</div><div>Buong sikap na maglilingkod Ako sa iyo, O Cristo.</div><div>Dahil sa ako ay Iyong tunay, Puso'y magtitiwala;</div><div>At ang nais ko'y ang kagandahan Mo Sa buhay ko ay mabadha.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Koro</div><div><br />
</div><div><i><b>I'll Go Where You Want Me to Go</b></i></div><div>by Mary Brown and Charles Prior</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: serif;">It may not be on the mountain’s height, or over the stormy sea;</span></div><div><div style="font-family: serif;">It may not be at the battle’s front my Lord will have need of me;<br />
But if by a still, small voice He calls to paths I do not know,<br />
I’ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in Yours,<br />
I’ll go where You want me to go.</div><div class="chorus" style="font-family: serif; font-style: italic;">Refrain</div><div class="chorus" style="font-family: serif; font-style: italic;">I’ll go where You want me to go, dear Lord,<br />
O’er mountain, or plain, or sea;<br />
I’ll say what You want me to say, dear Lord,<br />
I’ll be what You want me to be.</div><div style="font-family: serif;">Perhaps today there are loving words which Jesus would have me speak;<br />
There may be now, in the paths of sin, some wand’rer whom I should seek.<br />
O Savior, if You will be my Guide, though dark and rugged the way,<br />
My voice shall echo the message sweet,<br />
I’ll say what You want me to say.</div><div class="chorus" style="font-family: serif; font-style: italic;">Refrain</div><div style="font-family: serif;">There’s surely somewhere a lowly place in earth’s harvest fields so wide,<br />
Where I may labor through life’s short day for Jesus, the Crucified.<br />
So, trusting my all unto Your care, I know You always love me!<br />
I’ll do Your will with a heart sincere,<br />
I’ll be what You want me to be.</div><div class="chorus" style="font-family: serif; font-style: italic;">Refrain</div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-61137861866842777122011-04-27T11:58:00.000-07:002011-04-27T11:58:38.294-07:00Joy in My HeartOur second son will be completing kindergarten this year. I love kindergarten because it's when they learn to read! It is always a joy when my children first start reading their Bible! I vividly remember the day my eldest read his first Bible verse. Our second son has an avid interest in God's Word, especially in trying to read and memorize it on his own. My father is part of an active scripture memory program and gave my son one of his cards to keep track of memorizing a particular verse I have been working on with him. He still has the card from Christmas time and uses it to review the verse each day. What joy in my heart when I see my boys sitting with their Bibles learning what God has for them each day even though they are young. I pray they will continue this habit the rest of their lives.Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662474967538190375.post-30982864557504082962011-04-26T18:26:00.000-07:002011-04-26T18:26:11.837-07:00Read the Bible Through in 90 DaysTomorrow I will take on the challenge of reading the Bible through in 90 days. Have you ever done this before? I am expecting adversity, but am praying that God will help me to complete the goal. Another young lady and I will be keeping tabs on each other. Let me know if you'd like to join us on our journey of spending more time in God's Word.Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07462296781736160261noreply@blogger.com2