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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"After His baptism, as Jesus came up out of the water, the heavens were opened and He saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and settling on Him.&amp;nbsp; And a voice from heaven said, 'This is my dearly loved Son , who brings Me great joy.'"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 3:16-17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately God has been doing a lot of confirming in my life.&amp;nbsp; I don't know about you, but I like confirmation.&amp;nbsp; To be honest though, I have always felt that my need for confirmation pointed to my own weak faith.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today He brought Matthew 3:16-17 to my mind.&amp;nbsp; It's a familiar passage.&amp;nbsp; We reference it often in regards&amp;nbsp;to following Jesus' example in baptism.&amp;nbsp; But God showed me another aspect of this occasion I had never&amp;nbsp;considered.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confirmation!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the Father descended in the form of a dove, He was not only saying He loved Jesus and was proud of Him.&amp;nbsp; He was giving us confirmation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;This Man is who He says He is, I'm confirming it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohhhhhh...I never thought of that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; we would need confirmation from time to time!&amp;nbsp; I guess the real gauge of my faith here is not do I need confirmation, but do I even realize it when He gives it.&amp;nbsp; Am I so busy asking for it that I don't see it right there in front of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My God is so good!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; No matter how long it takes for me to learn something or how many confirmations I need, He is patient.&amp;nbsp; He never says, "Ann-Marie, when are you going to get this?".&amp;nbsp; Instead He lovingly reminds me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oswald Chambers was so right when he said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Faith is unutterable trust in God, trust which never dreams that He will not stand by us."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100307839883074027-4639724278505908287?l=ann-marieb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately though, I have been putting myself in Noah's sandals!&amp;nbsp; Sure, his family was supportive but that was it!!!&amp;nbsp; Not another person, not a single friend,&lt;strong&gt; no one else ON THE EARTH believed him!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; In fact, I imagine they outright mocked him.&amp;nbsp; They probably took great joy in sitting around laughing about the crazy old man building a boat and claiming his God told him to do it.&amp;nbsp; The women probably stood around the well and gossiped about his wife and how they pitied her and her loony husband.&amp;nbsp; But Noah never wavered!&amp;nbsp; The Bible never records an instance of doubt on his part.&amp;nbsp; "Did God really say that???"&amp;nbsp; He had walked with the Lord enough to know His voice.&amp;nbsp; He knew God's character.&amp;nbsp; He knew he could trust Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Noah could smell rain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, too, have heard God's voice.&amp;nbsp; Countless times in my life He has spoken, and, although I have not always obeyed without hesitation, I have learned to trust.&amp;nbsp; There were times when His directives were exciting, times when they scared me to death.&amp;nbsp; When He said leave your family and friends and move to another state I thought He was crazy!&amp;nbsp; When He said stop homeschooling I thought I would die.&amp;nbsp; When He said move your family to Mexico we were scared and our family thought &lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt; were crazy! But in all of these instances, no matter how scared I was, no matter how crazy I thought God was, or people thought I was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I could smell rain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's one of those times in my life when, it's not raining yet, but I'm going public with my "ark"!&amp;nbsp; Many years ago God put a desire in my heart, a burden for the orphan.&amp;nbsp; He and I have had an ongoing conversation about it for several years now.&amp;nbsp; More than once I've been ready to jump in head first and He has held me back.&amp;nbsp; We've been sitting on the shore together and He has been teaching me things.&amp;nbsp; I've learned things I didn't even know I needed to learn.&amp;nbsp; I've learned things I didn't &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to learn.&amp;nbsp; I've given up my will for His.&amp;nbsp; I've gained even more trust in Him.&amp;nbsp; I've run off without Him and came back to find Him patiently waiting for me.&amp;nbsp; I've told Him my plans and how I want this whole thing to work out.&amp;nbsp; He has patiently listened and lovingly shown me &lt;strong&gt;His &lt;/strong&gt;plan!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, the construction begins.&amp;nbsp; It's out in the open.&amp;nbsp; People are becoming aware.&amp;nbsp; I'm thrilled to death and scared to death at the same time!&amp;nbsp; He hasn't given me the full blueprint.&amp;nbsp; He reveals it just a little at a time.&amp;nbsp; I step out in faith and He reveals the next step.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea what the finished project will look like, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I can smell rain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I covet your prayers!&amp;nbsp; Please pray for our family as we emb"ark" (oh that's cheesy!!) on this new adventure.&amp;nbsp; Pray that we would continue to be led by God and not step out on our own.&amp;nbsp; Pray for the child/children that He will eventually bring into our home.&amp;nbsp; Pray for God to be glorified in EVERYTHING we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus had to have a little sit-down with me this morning.&amp;nbsp; He had to give me a little pep talk, a gentle reminding.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ann-Marie, look at Me!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If our family were to have our own reality show the editors would never need to use the "bleep" button, but one phrase they would probably hear from me continually is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Look at me!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm talking to my children, or anyone for that matter, I want to &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that they are listening.&amp;nbsp; To me, listening requires eye contact.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, like a broken record, I repeat my mantra over and over to the rolling of my childrens' eyes, and their obligatory "yes ma'ams".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, imagine my surprise when I found myself on the receiving end of my favorite phrase!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ann-Marie, look at Me!&amp;nbsp; You've lost your focus.&amp;nbsp; You're concentrating on the winds and the waves.&amp;nbsp; Nothing about &lt;em&gt;Me &lt;/em&gt;has changed.&amp;nbsp; I haven't moved.&amp;nbsp; I haven't missed a single detail of your life.&amp;nbsp;But you've&amp;nbsp;taken two steps back.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You've thrown out panicky prayers of desperation.&amp;nbsp; You've reverted to depending on your own understanding, when you should be leaning fully on&amp;nbsp;Me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Where is your confidence&amp;nbsp;in Me?&amp;nbsp; Come back to the refuge of&amp;nbsp;My protective wings.&amp;nbsp; Rest in the confidence that I&amp;nbsp;am in control and I love you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the sting of disappointment when you realize you've let&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Father down!&amp;nbsp; When I could have been hearing "Well done, child!", instead I needed chastising.&amp;nbsp; It's a bittersweet moment.&amp;nbsp; On one hand I am regretful over the missed opportunity to&amp;nbsp;bring Him joy.&amp;nbsp; On the other hand, I am thankful!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you, Father for loving me enough to remind me when I am missing the mark.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for holding no grudges!&amp;nbsp; Thank you for&amp;nbsp;encouraging me and giving me hope that overcomes my feelings of regret and disappointment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;The journey of faith is very seldom travelled on a smooth, flat road.&amp;nbsp; It is wrought with the highest of peaks and the lowest of valleys.&amp;nbsp; But, by the grace of our loving Father, we learn to remain confident no matter what; not confident in our circumstances, not confident&amp;nbsp;in each other, not confident in ourselves, confident in the only One who NEVER CHANGES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Then you will experience God's peace, which exceeds anything we can understand.&amp;nbsp; His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus."&amp;nbsp; Phil. 4:7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;One of my greatest desires of God is wisdom.&amp;nbsp; Looking back over years of prayer journals, that is the one request most often seen.&amp;nbsp; Today He reminded me that He hears that prayer.&amp;nbsp; All I have to do is ask and He is prepared to pour it out like water in the desert.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This week I purchased the devotional &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jesus Calling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Sarah Young.&amp;nbsp; It's already changed my quiet time with the Lord!&amp;nbsp; The premise of this book is that Sarah has recorded her conversations with God over a period of time, specifically what He has said to her.&amp;nbsp; It is written as if Jesus is speaking.&amp;nbsp; Awesome!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I've always struggled with my prayer time being one sided, me doing all the talking.&amp;nbsp; No comments from the peanut gallery here!&amp;nbsp; What I've realized through this book is that I can still write &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; be listening.&amp;nbsp; After I read whatever He leads me to that day, I then record what He is telling me through that particular passage or verse.&amp;nbsp; I begin with "Dear Ann-Marie" as if He is writing me a letter.&amp;nbsp; Wow!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;God is&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; speaking.&amp;nbsp; I am&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; always listening!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But thankfully,&amp;nbsp;He is a generous and loving&amp;nbsp;Father, ready, willing, and able to give me wisdom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The means of blessing&amp;nbsp;are as varied as His creation.&amp;nbsp; This week He used a book, an author, to&amp;nbsp;bestow me with a bit more wisdom and I am so very grateful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;FYI, this is what He said to me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Dear Ann-Marie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The desire you have for wisdom will bring you blessings beyond measure.&amp;nbsp; You will gain more knowledge, insight, and understanding.&amp;nbsp; As you focus on Me and our relationship, you will experience peace in every aspect of your life.&amp;nbsp; Even in the trials and the&amp;nbsp;difficulties ...Peace!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You will &lt;strong&gt;SEE&lt;/strong&gt; blessings that you would miss otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Seek Me and you &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; find Me!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100307839883074027-3780338870267548347?l=ann-marieb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I never cease to be amazed at the way God can bring a "fresh word".&amp;nbsp; You've read and heard a certain verse or passage countless times and you think you've gotten its message.&amp;nbsp; Then you read it for the hundred and first time and &lt;strong&gt;BAM!!...&lt;/strong&gt; God hits you with something all new!!&amp;nbsp; This passage from Romans is one of those familiar ones.&amp;nbsp; I've turned to it many times when I was so distraught that I just didn't have words to pray.&amp;nbsp; I have taken comfort in the fact that the Spirit was speaking on my behalf when I just couldn't muster the words.&amp;nbsp; When I went through my "dark years" of depression I am certain that His Spirit did most of the praying for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But then this morning my devotion led me yet again to Romans and &lt;strong&gt;it was like I was reading it for the first time.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; One of my constant prayers is "not my will Father, but Yours".&amp;nbsp; I know that as much as I love the Lord and I want to glorify Him in my life, &amp;nbsp;I cannot escape the fact that I am human and, therefore, selfish.&amp;nbsp; I can very easily convince myself that whatever I'm asking for in prayer is according to His will.&amp;nbsp; Knowing that, I feel the need to end any request with a quick, "if it's your will, Lord".&amp;nbsp; Today it was as if He said, &lt;strong&gt;"Child, don't worry!&amp;nbsp; I've got you covered."&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; He revealed to me that not only is this passage referring to the times when we can't muster a prayer.&amp;nbsp; It also assures us that when we do pray, the Holy Spirit acts as a sort of filter.&amp;nbsp; I know that really sounds holy!!&amp;nbsp; What I mean is that because God knows our hearts and knows that "we don't know what to pray for" &lt;strong&gt;He has assigned His Holy Spirit the task of making sure our prayers are "in harmony with God's own will."&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Pheww!!&amp;nbsp; What a load off my shoulders that is!&amp;nbsp; All this time I've been worried that I would ask for things that were out of His will and He had my back the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you Father!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100307839883074027-6768518639508285453?l=ann-marieb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a girl who has&amp;nbsp;difficulty staying on task sometimes.&amp;nbsp; That being the case, I tend to get a&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; of irons in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; of fires!&amp;nbsp; Fires like, blogging, writing, sewing, couponing, reading, knitting, painting, decorating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is all aside from the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priorities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; of wife, mom, and homemaker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks I can do &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; the things that interest me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; take care of my family and do it&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all well!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Is it just the "nature of the beast"?&amp;nbsp; (The "beast" being that fact that we are women!&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do have to say, however, that &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there is one fire&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I refuse to let go out!&amp;nbsp; My time with the Lord each morning is the only thing that keeps me grounded.&amp;nbsp; As crazy as my life seems sometimes, I can't imagine how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out of control&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would feel without those quiet moments I spend in His Word and in His presence.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When it comes&amp;nbsp;down to choosing...God or one of those other dozens of fires...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God wins, hands down!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, yes, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it has been too long!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; But...I actually do have an excuse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from&amp;nbsp; the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; "Great Physician"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BTW, here are some pics of my most recent "fires"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/TLxVo5QLcfI/AAAAAAAAAco/KOxuI40b_R8/s1600/IMG_3681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/TLxVo5QLcfI/AAAAAAAAAco/KOxuI40b_R8/s320/IMG_3681.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I just had to post and let everyone know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;our book is online!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; The publisher just informed me that the website is "live" and the book is available for order.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mercy!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I felt like this day would never get here and now I don't even know what I think.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;All I can say is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;God is Good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm going to place a link on the sidebar for ordering and if you'd like to keep up with our journey as authors you can hop over to our blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebookyourlastbreath.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Your Last Breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/TB2TLUrEq9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/HKy3G61qm9k/s1600/brandons+first+workday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/TB2TLUrEq9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/HKy3G61qm9k/s400/brandons+first+workday.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is my firstborn.&amp;nbsp; He's fourteen now and much taller than his mamma, but he's still very much my baby.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's why today was a bitter sweet day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today my baby &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"went to work"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the first time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Brandon has been talking for months now about wanting to find a summer job.&amp;nbsp; That's all fine and good, but he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only fourteen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But he has refused to let&amp;nbsp;his age&amp;nbsp;be a deterrent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, long story short, he called his cousin who&amp;nbsp;has some connections with the local farmers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sure enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;, cuz hooked him up and today he worked his little hiney off loading hay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(somewhere around 1200 square bales between 6 guys!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I picked him up this afternoon he was covered in so much hay and dirt I barely recognized him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But I wasn't thinking so much about his appearance as I was thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"My little boy is becoming a man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As proud as I am of my son for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to work and working so hard, there is another part of me that is so reluctant to accept this new stage of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know that him having a job makes him that much less dependant on me and that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know that my children are on loan from God and He has a perfect plan for each of their lives.&amp;nbsp; So as they race their way to independence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pray!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I pray that God will give me the strength to give them wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/TBsEwCNmM4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/QzEgThqKGaA/s1600/brad+001_edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/TBsEwCNmM4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/QzEgThqKGaA/s320/brad+001_edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Allow me to introduce &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been his bride for nearly 17 years and yet I'm still amazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm amazed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that I found this man.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could tell you that I prayed for him my whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wish I could tell you that I sought God wholeheartedly on the subject of a future spouse.&amp;nbsp; No, I'm afraid I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;was quite a bit more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;selfish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; in those days.&amp;nbsp; I knew what &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wanted in a husband, but I had no idea &lt;/span&gt;what &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; wanted in my husband !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully, my momma had my back!&amp;nbsp; Little did I know, as I was growing up, momma and God had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; of talks.&amp;nbsp; Despite the fact that I was not seeking God's guidance in this area, she was!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, not only was a young mom in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Michigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; praying for the future husband of her little girl.&amp;nbsp; In a little town in &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;North Carolina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; another momma was praying for her son's future wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/TBsEaSlg-hI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HAp4KeLqR0g/s1600/small+taco+ducks.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/TBsEaSlg-hI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HAp4KeLqR0g/s320/small+taco+ducks.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In my &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wildest dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I never could have imagined this man!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I tell him often &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that he is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...for me, and I really believe that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;God knew what I needed and wanted better than I ever did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My Man and I take every chance we get to tell young people and their parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pray for their future spouses!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We also thank our mommas often.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It's here, It's here, It's here!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We just received the first proof of our finished book!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;I. am. so. excited!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It looks even better than I had hoped.&amp;nbsp; We're now looking at roughly 4 weeks until we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;have it in our hands!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Woo Hoo!!! (Picture me doing a little jig here.&amp;nbsp; Actually, don't!&amp;nbsp; I can't dance!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you've done much flying, chances are you've heard a similar announcement from the captain.&amp;nbsp; I believe chances are just as good that, at least once in your life, you've heard the same announcement from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He made such an announcement in my life a few months ago.&amp;nbsp; The last year for our family has been one of &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reckless Faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; God whispered His plans in our ears and then waited to see what we would do with His revelation.&amp;nbsp; We were just crazy enough to believe Him, and by His grace we jumped in head first.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We sold everything we could, rented out everything else, packed up our three boys and headed &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;South of the Border! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the year that followed God took us out of our boxes and showed us over and over again how much we had limited Him.&amp;nbsp; He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;changed us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and not in the ways we had anticipated.&amp;nbsp; Isn't that soo how God works!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In February He whispered in our ears again, and again &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we obeyed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; We returned home, excited and anxious to hear our next directive.&amp;nbsp; What would He have for us to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; now?&amp;nbsp; We knew from past experience that He would give us enough light for the next step.&amp;nbsp; During our time in Mexico, He had given us a book to write.&amp;nbsp; Now, with the book completed, we imagined things moving and changing quickly.&amp;nbsp; After all, we had been to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mexico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; and back with Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; since our return and we have not been given any further directives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing God has whispered in our ears is, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Be Still!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"What about now, God?"&amp;nbsp; "BE STILL!"&amp;nbsp; "God, just want to make sure we haven't missed anything."&amp;nbsp; "BE STILL!"&amp;nbsp; "So, you want us to just wait here, God?"&amp;nbsp; "BE STILL!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why is it &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; to be still?&amp;nbsp; I throw a mini tantrum when the computer is too slow, for pete's sake!&amp;nbsp;I'm a slowpoke by nature.&amp;nbsp; My Man will tell you I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; to piddle!!&amp;nbsp; But I must admit that God has me beat by a mile.&amp;nbsp; It has gotten easier to wait for His timing, the older I get.&amp;nbsp; But I still have a LONG way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I wait, and I try very hard to enjoy the view while I'm in this &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holding Pattern&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It's not as if I'm in a valley of suffering or anything.&amp;nbsp; I know that my Father has some changes He wants to make in me before He can take me to the next level of service to Him.&amp;nbsp; I know that He is working in my heart and changing me from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Glory to Glory"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; and I am SOO thankful.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful that He will not leave me as I am and that He is faithful to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Complete the good work that He began in me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What about you?&amp;nbsp; Do you struggle with waiting on God?&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure everyone does at some time?&amp;nbsp; Let me encourage you to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Be still and know that He is God"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also encourage you to share your stories here.&amp;nbsp; I would love to have some company in this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/TA8HTEfa7LI/AAAAAAAAAZo/GNVz7ETFUfI/s1600/miller+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/TA8HTEfa7LI/AAAAAAAAAZo/GNVz7ETFUfI/s320/miller+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; picture it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Funny thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; about having three children of the same sex...they're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; alike!&amp;nbsp; Aside from the fact that they are all of the male species, they are all three quite unique.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; is not only different from his brothers, he's different than a lot of 12-year-olds.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; that about him.&amp;nbsp; He's blazing his own trail, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lone Ranger of middle schoolers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I pray that he will keep that spirit of independence and adventure throughout his life.&amp;nbsp; It's something I wish I would have had at his age.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Who am I kidding...I wish I had it &lt;strong&gt;now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I find it ironic that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I turned 40 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;this year and I want to be more like my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;12-year-old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&amp;nbsp; I want to &lt;strong&gt;worry less&lt;/strong&gt; about people's opinions of me.&amp;nbsp; I want to be &lt;strong&gt;more adventerous&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I want to be &lt;strong&gt;different.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I want to &lt;strong&gt;dream big&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/TA8OiW-AeaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VCgti-tMO8s/s1600/miller+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/TA8OiW-AeaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VCgti-tMO8s/s320/miller+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm a firm believer that God teaches us some of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;His greatest lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; through our children.&amp;nbsp; Thank you God for Miller and all that I am learning through him everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from Him"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm127:3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't naps &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Bees Knees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;!&amp;nbsp; My eight-year-old, Jackson, still thinks so.&amp;nbsp; (And, of course, my dog agrees.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My two older sons gave up naps for good&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;age three, (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;but not Jackson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; He would take a nap every day if we would let him.&amp;nbsp; He comes home from school and we have to race to get his homework finished before he gets too tired.&amp;nbsp; Then we try to keep him busy enough that he doesn't sit down&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;fall asleep.&amp;nbsp; It just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makes me laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; because you know that if we &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; him to come home and take a snooze everyday after school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no way Jose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Jackson is one of those children who is always three steps ahead of you.&amp;nbsp; The Lord blessed him with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;servant's heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He knows what you need before you do.&amp;nbsp;I often joke that he makes a better hostess than I do!&amp;nbsp; And I can't tell you how many times his teachers have told me of his &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"helpfulness"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; in class.&amp;nbsp; I just cringe imagining him taking over when he is dissatisfied with her teaching skills.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So my theory is that&amp;nbsp;Jackson is so busy taking care of everyone all day that by 3:00 he is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;slap worn out!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, on some days, (like this one!) I relent and let the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grumpy Bear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; rest.&amp;nbsp; Because I know one day soon, I'll turn around and he'll be 18 and won't have time for naps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. Jackson's two brothers tease me that he is never going to move out.&amp;nbsp; They say that their dad and I will just have to move out one day while he is napping!!&amp;nbsp; They think they're soo funny!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100307839883074027-2749221672183227890?l=ann-marieb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have a confession to make. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I’m a procrastinator!&lt;/span&gt; Wow, that feels a lot better! I’ve put that off for far too long. &lt;em&gt;See what I mean?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m at this point with the Lord right now where He’s pointing out all the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“little things.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Let me just say,&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;it ain't no picinic!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; If I can be honest here, I’ve always treated the “little things” as no big deal. You know, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;“little things” like envy, covetousness, jealousy, gossip, laziness, perfectionism, pride, worry, impatience, and, yes, procrastination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; These are the actions and attitudes I can usually hide from others. Even if I slip and let an attitude of pride or, perhaps, impatience be seen by others, I can cover it well with excuses like, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“I’m a little stressed!”&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“I just needed to vent!”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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But, what God has shown me recently is how destructive these “little things” are to my relationship with Him. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine ingesting poison.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; From the outside there may be no visible signs of trouble. But, on the inside, your body is being destroyed, eaten by the poison. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sin is a poison!&lt;/span&gt; Whether or not we can see its effects with our eyes, it destroys us from the inside out. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Procrastination is not a sin…&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unless!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; When procrastination hinders my walk with the Lord, it becomes a sin.&amp;nbsp; (Ouch!&amp;nbsp; That one hurt!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Time is a gift from God.&lt;/span&gt; Just like money, talents, and abilities, time is a blessing which requires stewardship. If I make procrastination a habit, then I am not being a good steward of the time God has given me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’ve excused my little habit all of my life as “just part of my nature.” My mantra has been, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Why do today what can be put off until tomorrow?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well, the jig is up! God has called me out on this “little thing”, and He’s not having any more of it. He’s made it clear that, if I’m going to be used by Him and continue to grow in my faith, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;procrastination has to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m sure you can guess what my initial response was.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;"Yippee&lt;/strike&gt;!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; “Does it have to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;today,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; God?”&lt;/span&gt; But, honestly, &lt;strong&gt;I’m thankful that He is calling me to this higher standard.&lt;/strong&gt; I shudder to think of all the time I’ve wasted over the years because of my procrastination; the opportunities I missed to serve Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s not going to be easy to give up this life-long habit, but, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;thanks be to God, I don’t have to do it alone.&lt;/span&gt; The fact is, &lt;em&gt;I can’t do it!&lt;/em&gt; Jesus will do it through me, as I seek to obey Him &lt;strong&gt;wholeheartedly&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 15:19 KJV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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“The way of the slothful man is a hedge of thorns: But the way of the righteous is made plain.”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Proverbs 15:19 NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This blog has got it goin' on and I ain't pickin'!! I encourage you to go check her out and witness the miracles God is doing in her family. You will be blessed! Thanks, Sasha, for sharing your stories and for your help which was above and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475032512034840978" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/S_s5D82NIZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TxJLl2b6T58/s320/hydrangeas+and+cherries+009.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475032517851814834" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/S_s5EShFG7I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Fvc4jKzYomA/s320/hydrangeas+and+cherries+010.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475032522760163794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/S_s5EkzUkdI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ACmtOrPDy2g/s320/hydrangeas+and+cherries+003.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475032529799920258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/S_s5E_BuuoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/PK8wW7nEuHk/s320/hydrangeas+and+cherries+002.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475032534247514578" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/S_s5FPmHodI/AAAAAAAAAXk/a9Qq_mn7KaA/s320/hydrangeas+and+cherries+006.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, the winner is........&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sabrina Bragg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! What a God thing! Sabrina is a friend from long ago, who was one of my first godly mentors as a newlywed. We bothed moved away and haven't seen eachother in years, but she continues to be an example of a Proverbs 31 woman to me. So, now all these years later, I get to say "Thanks!" Love you Sabrina and God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;
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BTW there will be more give-aways in the future so keep leaving those comments!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100307839883074027-2192963036105894350?l=ann-marieb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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by Ruth Harms Calkin&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know, Lord, how I serve you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With great emotional fervor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the limelight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know how eagerly I speak for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At a women's club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know how I effervesce when I promote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A fellowship group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know my genuine enthusiasm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At a Bible study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But how would I react, I wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you pointed to a basin of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And asked me to wash the calloused feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of a bent and wrinkled old woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day after day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Month after month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In a room where nobody saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And nobody knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lately as I pray for my children, I've been particularly burdened to pray for their humility. I know they're kids and humility is a stretch. But my personal struggles with the beast of pride and the falls that resulted have left an indelible scar that I do not want my children to bear in their own lives. Put simply, I would much rather they humble themselves than for God to be forced to humble them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, as they say, "Be careful what you pray for!" As so often is the case, God turned the tables on me. After a few days of earnestly pleading for my children in this area and asking Him to give them a sincere desire to seek His glory rather than their own, God asked me a question. "Ann-Marie, are you modeling humility for your children?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AWWWW, nuts!!! I was really hopeful He was just going to take care of this one for me. You know, "let go and let God!" I was &lt;strong&gt;humbly &lt;/strong&gt;admitting that I couldn't change their hearts! And, after 14 years of motherhood, I knew no amount of me talking would change anything. So I was taking it to the One who &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; get through to them and &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; change their hearts. But with all these years under my belt, I should have also known that He always uses our relationships with our children to teach us about our relationship with Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the weeks that have followed, I have taken an honest and difficult look at myself. Wow! All I can say is, "Thank you, Father!" Thank you for your mercy and your love in spite of my prideful ways. He daily gives me so many opportunities to model humility and true servanthood and I'm ashamed to say that MANY times I have literally turned my nose up in response. I've even joked that everyone can't be a servant or there would be no one to serve. OUCH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm happy to report that my prayers for my children have changed. I now ask God to change me and my heart so that I can model for my children humility and true servanthood. And just like I am powerless to change my boys' hearts, I am powerless to change my own. But PRAISE THE LORD, He is able!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remember...Be Careful What You Pray For!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. &lt;strong&gt;Leave a comment and you could win a prize!!! &lt;/strong&gt;I just finished reading a great book by Christian speaker and author, Lysa TerKeurst entitled, Becoming More Than A Good Bible Study Girl. I couldn't put it down! In fact, I loved it so much I want to give away a copy. So leave a comment and become a follower of the blog and I'll pick one random person to win her own copy of the book. Be sure and leave your name and a way for me to contact you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have a blessed one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ann-Marie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100307839883074027-1881439232495073930?l=ann-marieb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I believe that when Jesus said to "abide" in Him, he meant for us to make Him our dwelling place. What do we do in our dwelling places? We do most everything there! We live there, we eat there, we rest there, we play there, we work there, we laugh there, we cry there.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we are in our dwelling places, we let our hair down. We are our truest selves there; no pretense or put-ons. We find refuge and shelter in our dwelling places.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jesus wants to be our dwelling place. He wants us in our truest forms. He wants to be the place where we find rest and refuge. He wants his heart and his arms to be the place where we laugh and cry and cry out!&lt;br /&gt;
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Abiding in a physical dwelling provides certain specific needs that might not be met otherwise. But abiding in Jesus, promises to meet ALL of our needs, physically, spiritually, and emotionally and to make our joy complete.&lt;br /&gt;
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Most of the time I make my abode in the heart of my Savior. But sometimes I find myself straying outside of His protective shelter. Those are the times I really struggle. I long to live in the comfort and peace that only He can provide. And so, I am learning that my struggles can act as an alarm. If you have an alarm system in your house, you know what I mean. When a door is opened something beeps. When I feel frustrated, overwhelmed, impatient, angry, whatever, I know that the Holy Spirit is "beeping" to remind me that I am not abiding in Him. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you, Father for your sweet shelter and for your spiritual "alarm system"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100307839883074027-3405192570876056675?l=ann-marieb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My middle son, Miller, is a questioner who is never satisfied with simple answers. He wants to know all the details about which most of us don't even care. In fact, my husband and I often joke that when you tell Miller something you better be ready to answer at least ten questions on the given subject. I often feel that I've reached my "legal limit" and tell him, "Okay, enough questions!". When I read this morning's devotional, it occured to me that, at times, I accost God in the same way. (Swallow hard!)&lt;br /&gt;
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The scenario usually goes something like this: I seek wisdom and guidance from God. I pray for Him to reveal His will in a certain area. He answers my request and I start in with my questions; questions like, "You want me to do &lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt;?", "Are you sure, God?" , "But what about this?", "Can I do it &lt;strong&gt;this &lt;/strong&gt;way instead?", "Do I have to do that right now?". I think you get the idea. Although I love the Lord with all my heart and I pray regularly that I will seek His will above my own, I &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; act like a child sometimes and have to know all the whys, what fors, and hows!&lt;br /&gt;
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God knows that in my heart I long to live in total abandonment to Him and to refuse myself "the luxury of asking questions." The words of Mr. Chambers hit me hard! But, I am humbled and thankful to know that, unlike me when my child pelts me with dozens of questions, my heavenly Father is infinitely patient. &lt;br /&gt;
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This whole line of thought is just another of the many fascinating paradoxes I find in God's word. Think of it this way: God wants us to live in complete abandonment without question, but He also tells us to "Ask and it will be given...". When I put the two truths together I realize that if I want a life of &lt;strong&gt;unquestioning &lt;/strong&gt;abandonment to my King I simply need to &lt;strong&gt;ASK&lt;/strong&gt;! How cool is that!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I ask you to help me to give up the luxury of questions!! Help me to live a life of reckless abandonment to you!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, back to aha moments. That restlessness that I've felt ...turns out it involves writing. As some of you already know, Brad and I have had the privilege of writing a book while we were in Mexico. It is in the process of being published as I write this. The big question for me since writing the book has been "Okay, God! Now what?" Authoring the book fanned the flame that my journalling had sparked. What God has revealed to me recently is that writing is what He wants me to do. It is that something that I have felt like I needed to be doing all these years. AHA!!! I can't express to you the excitement I am feeling over this revelation. My absolute greatest desire is to love God with all my heart and to glorify Him with my life. To know that He would bless me with specific talents and abilities is one thing. But to know that he would place a certain desire in my heart and then enable me to realize that desire by glorifying Him...WOW!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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As a result of His prompting I am refocusing this blog. It is my prayer that as the Lord leads me I will share my journey with Him here. If even one person reads my humble writings and goes away encouraged that God loves them ,then I have glorified my Savior. What more can I ask!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for stopping by and God bless :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100307839883074027-6684248188222410843?l=ann-marieb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Aside from feeling like we could just breath a little we had a blast watching the boys play. On Friday we took Miller to Dick's so that he could buy himself a "fire starter". You know the little piece of flint that you scrape to make a spark. They sell them in the camping section. Of course, we gave VERY strict instructions as to its use. "Only on the concrete or in the sandbox!!" The mother in me was really rebelling against the whole notion of my beloved ten-year-old starting his own fire. I knew this was more serious than the magnifying glass he usually weilded. But after 12 years with boys I've learned that they just have to do some things. (Although, even as I write this I'm wondering WHY? ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So, after assuring us that he would use caution, stay in the sandbox, and keep his 6-year-old brother out of the fire (roll of the eyes, because the 6-year-old has to be included!), he rushes off with visions of infernos dancing in his head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I perched myself in my cozy chair and a half which is strategically positioned in front of the window facing the sandbox. What I witnessed over the course of the afternoon cannot be described in words. But what is it they say about pictures?....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/SOLyVIfFz-I/AAAAAAAAACo/pEBpKJ9HtTo/s1600-h/September+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/SOLyo1BuREI/AAAAAAAAACw/D_b077pX9QU/s1600-h/September+08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="200" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252026898710414402" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/SOLyo1BuREI/AAAAAAAAACw/D_b077pX9QU/s200/September+08+014.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 164px;" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/SOLyVIfFz-I/AAAAAAAAACo/pEBpKJ9HtTo/s1600-h/September+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/SOLyVIfFz-I/AAAAAAAAACo/pEBpKJ9HtTo/s1600-h/September+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252026560336482274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/SOLyVIfFz-I/AAAAAAAAACo/pEBpKJ9HtTo/s200/September+08+010.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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These are the days we'll remember...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_im7cMcQuZ1Q/SOLyVIfFz-I/AAAAAAAAACo/pEBpKJ9HtTo/s1600-h/September+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100307839883074027-6764482208424778229?l=ann-marieb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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