<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362</id><updated>2026-06-16T04:08:36.383-07:00</updated><category term="I"/><title type='text'>Authentic Following</title><subtitle type='html'>Blogging while trying to figure out how to be a husband, father and church planter. Trying to be authentic about my journey.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465916110754953580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362.post-1863002958819445155</id><published>2012-07-22T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-22T19:51:16.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Kat and I are watching the finale of The Bachelorette. Yes, I just left myself open for lots of jokes but over the years we have watched various seasons. As we watched tonight, I could not help but think back to my relationship with Kat and how our relationship started off like a fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;
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During college, both Kat and I joined greek organizations. Upon graduating, we both took jobs working as consultants for our greek organizations. There was a leadership conference to help consultants become better and that is where Kat and I met. The ironic part was that I was not even supposed to be at the conference because I was had signed up to take a different job with my fraternity that would not have sent me to the conference. However, at the last minute I was replaced and was sent to the conference and even my room key had another guy&#39;s name on it because I was not supposed to be there.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can still remember the moment when I first laid eyes on Kat. She was a few feet in front of me signing in and I looked at my friend and said, &quot;I want to be with that girl.&quot; In my book, that was like me saying that I was experiencing &quot;Love at First Sight.&quot; The conference was only a few days long but by the end of it, I wanted to be with Kat.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the conference, we returned to Indianapolis where our greek organizations were located and we went on a date. I took Kat to a fancy Italian dinner and at the end of dinner, I asked Kat if she would be my girlfriend. Almost immediately, Kat rejected me. She explained that she was not ready because she had just gotten out of a 4 1/2 year long relationship. However, I was not going to allow this no to be a final no. We continued to date prior to me having to go on the road to travel the southwest.&lt;br /&gt;
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During my travels, Kat came and visited me and finally agreed to be my girlfriend. I can still remember when I was in Waco, Texas and I was talking to Kat on the phone when I first told Kat that I loved her. &amp;nbsp; Just a couple of months later, I traveled to Chicago to meet Kat&#39;s parents. During that trip, I asked Kat&#39;s dad for Kat&#39;s hand in marriage and I bought an engagement ring with Kat&#39;s mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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We met in July of 2004 and just 4 months later in the month of November, I proposed to Kat. We had been in the same city less than thirty days but I knew that Kat was the woman of my dreams. We met 8 years ago this July and we will celebrate our 7th wedding anniversary this December.&lt;br /&gt;
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The most amazing part of our fairy tale is that I love Kat more today than the day that we said, &quot;I do.&quot; We have been through our fair share of struggles but we have come through those struggles stronger and our love is deeper.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank You God for the amazing woman that you have gifted me for this journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday, Kat and I continued a tradition that we have fulfilled many times over the last eight years-- seeing a movie around her birthday. Last night, Kat and I went to see &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thedarkknightrises.com/&quot;&gt;The Dark Knight Rises&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I could not help as we sat in that dark theater but look around at the exit doors and wonder what the victims thought and felt as the gunmen opened fire upon them as they sat in their seats. What thoughts went through their minds? How would I react? And the question that we are all collectively asking, &quot;Why?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Why would a person kill innocent victims? Why did this have to happen? Why, if God is merciful, did this heinous act occur?&lt;br /&gt;
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It is senseless tragedies such as this that people begin asking God, &quot;Why?&quot; Some of us ponder if God exists when horror is seen? Others of us, want to know how something this terrible could even occur in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;
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The truth of the matter is that God&#39;s heart is broken for those that have died. God&#39;s heart is broken for those that are hurting and suffering. God did not create man to suffer but to have peace. God did not create man to perish but to have life everlasting. However, all things changed when Adam tasted the sweet taste of sin within the forbidden fruit. Upon his teeth breaking the skin of the fruit, the world as God created, changed. What was perfect, was now marred. What was beautiful, was now tarnished. What was without sin, was now covered in sin.&lt;br /&gt;
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As we look at the tragedy in Colorado and begin to ask, &quot;Why?&quot; We can find the simple answer in the first pages of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=genesis%203&amp;amp;version=NIV&quot;&gt;Genesis&lt;/a&gt;. However, my questions then become,&quot; What could we have done?&quot; Did we as Christians reach out to this man in love? Did we show him Jesus by how we loved each other? Did we reach out to him when he was obviously struggling? What can we (and when I say we, I mean those that follow Christ) do to help prevent senseless tragedies like the Aurora shooting from happening again?&lt;br /&gt;
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For those that look at an event like this and question if God exists, I say that it affirms my belief in the existence of God even more. I think that an event like the Aurora shooting would be more of a norm and less of an abnormality if there was no God because there would be no collective moral conscience that is inside of us.&lt;br /&gt;
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For now, I pray for peace and healing to the families that have suffered and hurt. I pray for those that witnessed this horrendous event and will carry a scar of what they saw. I pray that we that follow Christ will have even more of a renewed passion for reaching those that Jesus misses most (those that are far from God) so that more events like this don&#39;t occur.&lt;br /&gt;
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Derek</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/feeds/8923523055574944928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/07/why.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/8923523055574944928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/8923523055574944928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/07/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465916110754953580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppDdpkCUQKACTDgcJlctBuKyQJrIsHBKuwKg08R6rj5Z_jOoeWcD26NfHbCngzYPJR0oRlVAJaXlu4zLgIqt2pKXNP34gMaQIIa5_Pja3nop9l1N-GtgxEGGNJ5aKpkIT7bLKNwqUtPw/s72-c/why1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362.post-8548851805278088652</id><published>2012-05-16T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-16T19:58:00.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;After being hit, I just sat in the car stunned and dazed. My head began to hurt and I was very dizzy. This amazing lady jumped out of her car and told the person that hit me not to leave and then came to my car and told me that she had called the police and that I was going to be okay. I called Kat and said, &quot;I was in a car accident but I will be okay.&quot; Soon, the EMT&#39;s showed up and told me that they were going to have to cut me out of the car. The awesome EMT joked with me and kept me calm while the Fire Department busted the windows out and cut my door off my car. After that, I was taken out of my car and placed on a stretcher and taken to Maury Regional Medical Center.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;This is one of those events where we say things and we don&#39;t understand what we are saying. I kept saying I don&#39;t know how I am okay. But the truth is, I know exactly why I am okay. Jesus Christ protected me today. Jesse Shuster, our worship pastor said Satan must have been wanting you not to speak this Sunday but God does. Thankful to be on the side of God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;It just goes to confirm in me that God has great plans for the Spring Hill Church Plant because I am sharing the vision for this plant on Sunday. I will be there no matter how sore I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I also want to take time to thank those that have been extra awesome today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I am thankful for Jesus Christ who took care of me. I am thankful for the EMT&#39;s from Maury Regional Medical Center, the Columbia Fire Department, Columbia Police Department and the staff at Maury Regional. I am thankful for amazing friends like Lisa Whitten and Julie Webster that came to the scene of the accident to make sure I was okay. I am thankful to Fred Garrow, Jesse Shuster, Derek Whitten, Shane Hunter, Braxton Hunter, Linda Hunter, Ed Motzny, Jim Adkins, Abigail Adkins, James Robert Adkins, BJ Bolton, Sue Purvis, Larry Purvis, Sarah Hoelscher, and Keri Huffstutler for visiting me at the hospital. I am thankful for my amazing wife that came to my side and has taken great care of me. I am also thankful for my mother-in-law that cared for my precious children while Kat took care of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We have all heard the adage, &quot;Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. &quot; Whoever made that statement was a liar. Glad that me calling them a liar will not hurt them because it&#39;s only a word.&lt;br /&gt;
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The damage inflicted by words lasts longer than broken bones. I know this from personal experience. Over the course of my life, I have suffered the blow of several words my way. From elementary school and being bullied to high school and not being the cool kid, I have had many words leveled at me that caused deep wounds that still surface from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;
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Those hurting words did not stop when I became an adult. You read the love passage from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2013%20:8-13&amp;amp;version=NIV&quot;&gt;1 Corinthians&lt;/a&gt; and you assume that we put away childish things but it seems that many people continue to&amp;nbsp;behave in childish ways by using words as weapons. My skin has toughened even more working for the church. It seems that everyone is passionate about their opinions about how church should look, act and feel. With my new venture into the world of church planting, I think that my life of hard knocks within the church will help me be able to handle future criticism. I have found that I do not mind criticism as much when someone speaks directly to me about it but it seems much harder to swallow when it is whispered in halls and behind backs and without the courage to share face-to-face. &lt;br /&gt;
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As I returned home tonight, I put on a shirt to wear to bed. I happened to pick the adoption shirt that we had made to help us raise money for our adoption. The act of putting the shirt on caused me ponder on some of my thoughts. From time to time, I wonder if we will enlarge our family in the future. I sometimes wonder if Bennett and Celia&#39;s biological mother will have more children? I wonder if we will adopt other children from a different country or if we will return to Russia?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
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God did something to my heart when he called for us to adopt. He took the desire to have biological children from me. I feel bad making this next statement because I have friends that are praying very hard to get pregnant, but I pray that Kat and I do not get pregnant. I pray that God&#39;s will for our life is to continue to adopt. &amp;nbsp;There are orphans all around this world that need parents and I hope that we get to bring more of them home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Praying for my friends Derek and Kristy Whitten. They are adopting two older girls from Africa and they are in the home stretch of bringing them home. I can&#39;t wait to see the Whitten family expand through the miracle of adoption. I can&#39;t wait to meet Bethany and Katie for the first time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;letter-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;Since Kat and I had been out of our routine for the past several weeks, we had not been able to complete our normal Saturday morning ritual, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.joeyandrory.com/marcy_jos.htm&quot;&gt;Marcy Jo’s Mealhouse&lt;/a&gt;. It was so nice to walk through the doors this morning and be instantly filled with the smells of fresh biscuits and bacon. However, it is more than the food at Marcy Jo’s, its the people. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;letter-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;At Marcy Jo’s, one of the owners Marcy always makes my family feel special. My daughter loves her and always yells Marcy Jo when she sees her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;letter-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;Many people go to Marcy Jo&#39;s because the other owner of Marcy Jo&#39;s is Joey from the famous country duet group &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.joeyandrory.com/welcome.html&quot;&gt;Rory and Joey&lt;/a&gt;. We love them too but we go because the food is amazing and the staff makes people feel at home. If you have not had a chance to try Marcy Jo’s, make sure and check it out especially on a Saturday. Tell them the Hunters sent you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;letter-spacing: 0.0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Recently, Kat and I watched the movie &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0433035/&quot;&gt;Real Steel&lt;/a&gt; starring &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0413168/&quot;&gt;Hugh Jackman&lt;/a&gt;. I am pretty sure that Kat agreed to watch the movie because he was in it. Either way, we both loved the movie and by the end of the movie we were both sitting on the edge of our seats cheering on this fighting robot as tears streamed down our cheeks. I know, I know. Big surprise that I was crying but truly this movie gripped your heart and it caused me to reflect about the type of father I want to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;letter-spacing: 0.0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;In the movie, Charlie (Hugh Jackman) was a dead beat dad that tries to make some money off of his kid because the kid’s mother has died and the aunt wants custody. Needless to say, there was a tumultuous relationship between Charlie and his son. During a scene late in the movie after Charlie and his son have started to bond, Charlie asks his son what do you want from me? The son, Max responds by saying, “I just want you to fight for me.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;letter-spacing: 0.0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;As I look at broken families all over our country, I see kids just wanting their fathers to fight for them. We see sons without fathers growing up carrying around a deep wound and not understanding what it means to be a man. We see young ladies without the father in her life trying to replace dad with each new guy that comes into her life. When will we as fathers begin to fight for our children. When we will as husbands begin to fight for our marriages? When we will as men of God begin to fight for God?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;letter-spacing: 0.0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Our children are crying out, fight for me. Our wives are crying out, fight for me. Our God is crying out, fight for me. Even in the homes where the man is present, we live in a society where it is cooler to work long hours and slave at the office than it is to invest in the relationships that are around us. The ministry field is not exempt to this. I know that many people joke that pastors just work on Sunday but many of us fill long hours with meeting people, counseling, praying, studying and trying everything that we can to reach the lost. We are on-call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. If someone is in the hospital, we drop what we are doing and rush to their side. If someone is having a crisis at 2 in the morning, we leave our beds and counsel the hurting. However, pastors try and use the excuse that they are working for God so being a workacholic and non-existent husband and father is acceptable. I have wondered lately if the reason why so many pastor’s kids are far from God is because the person on the stage talking about God was not the same person that the kids never saw at home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;letter-spacing: 0.0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;P.S. I am writing this blog at the Apple Store at Green Hills because for some reason the IPhone is not water resistant when you go swimming. Not sure why!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/feeds/4747806460034203970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/05/worth-fighting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/4747806460034203970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/4747806460034203970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/05/worth-fighting-for.html' title='Worth Fighting For'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465916110754953580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxFGdBwRFxkowqmObNtFEkfKy6KVHn8laak5dYkeoNMwZ3WhqN6ApQ9fAaJ8veWgrN2VLEGC2KCwe6zaje8U5EjMdeKnMinmCbCE2tn4sSpq9_mw8YKuPke7Kxhum2q_yvlzLrAf7U6kQ/s72-c/worth+fighting+for.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362.post-4451058781002633385</id><published>2012-05-03T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-03T20:46:33.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;letter-spacing: 0.0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I had a great meeting today with a very knowledgable person. As I sit here trying to reflect upon the details of our conversation, I feel challenged to look at church from a different perspective. Too often, we have this approach of Come and See. In the church world, we call this model the attraction model. It basically comes to the understanding of&amp;nbsp; we have something within the four walls of our church that people need to see. Another approach that is gaining momentum is what my &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/#!/katmhunter&quot;&gt;wife&lt;/a&gt; termed the Go and Be. This approach would be called the missional model. Somewhere in the middle is where I believe that God is calling me to plant a church.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;letter-spacing: 0.0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I believe that without a doubt that God wants devoted followers to be in their communities making a difference for Christ. I believe that as I speak with people about Spring Hill, I hear and see a community of unconnected people searching for deeper connection. What can a church do? Nothing. What can a group of devoted Christ lovers do? Everything. If people in the Spring Hill and North Columbia area would begin to invest in the lives of their neighbors, not only would people come to know Christ, an entire community would be changed. Our approach to ministry in Spring Hill will not be more programs of come and see but will be based upon the belief that everyone is a minister and God has called each of us to love our neighbors. We will equip, encourage and empower our people to love those that they are surrounded by daily in the name of Jesus Christ. We will do this not because our neighbors that do not know God yet are a project but because Christ loves us, loves them and calls us to love them. We also hope that the time of gathering of worship and teaching will be such that one would want to invite their friends and family but in order to have the right to invite, one must put in the time to know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;letter-spacing: 0.0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;We will also approach our plant in such a way that to intentionally build a community or family feel. Knowing that many people in Spring Hill have moved to this community and lack extended family means that many people do not have those people around them when times are tough or to celebrate when times are good. As a father, I want people to know and invest in my children and I want people to love and support my wife. I want to walk with men and women in the journey of life. God did not create humans to live in isolation but in community.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;letter-spacing: 0.0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I say all of these things to say that I have a lot of grandiose ideas. I have dreams and vision of something bigger than I can even wrap my head around and I believe that is a good thing. I hope and pray that as I take this vision and put it into a plan with goals, time lines and details that I do not lose the passion that I have for God and for the community of Spring Hill. I can’t wait to see the lives restored through the amazing grace of Jesus Christ through the devoted people of the future church plant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;letter-spacing: 0.0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Pray that God will continue to reveal his vision for this new church, His church,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I started this blog in January, I had great hope and wonderful intentions to write every day and not go a day without doing so. All great intentions do not turn into perfect results. As those that have followed know, I started out posting every day often times late at night. However, I missed a couple of days and then those days turned into weeks and those weeks turned into a couple of months. So many times I wanted to blog but I felt like I had failed so I refused to write until I was able to deal with letting myself down and letting some of you down as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
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As some of you know, I have the opportunity to plant a church in the wonderful city of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.springhilltn.org/&quot;&gt;Spring Hill, TN&lt;/a&gt;. And I know that it is very important to get your name out there and have people be able to know my heart in order to determine if they want to know more about Jesus. Therefore, I am going to begin writing again. The format may be different but I hope that each of you find the material as real and authentic as ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hope that each of you will share my vision and hope that what God is doing through my wife @Katmhunter and me will be bigger than a church plant but will transform the community of Spring Hill, North Columbia, Santa Fe and Thompson Station for Christ. In the end, I want to be obedient to Christ no matter the outcome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last night in the relationship class that Kat and I are taking, we talked about the Five Love Languages.   Our awesome teacher encouraged each of the couples to take an online quiz. Kat took her quiz and her language that made her feel loved the most was quality time. My language was physical touch with a very close second of words of affirmation. After realizing that Kat&#39;s language is spending quality time together, I arranged for my parents to watch the kids so that Kat and I could go on a date. &lt;br /&gt;
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However, it got me to thinking what is Your language? I think that quality time is important but that You also appreciate service and I think that in days gone by You really liked gifts. I think that the words that we say about You matter as well. I need to be more aware of the way that I show You that I love You God. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have not blogged in 7 days after only missing one day in 5 weeks. I am sitting here trying to figure out what to say and can&#39;t seem to think of the right words or I am not really inspired to write tonight. After taking off for seven days, I have gotten out of the positive habit of writing that I started in January. &lt;br /&gt;
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This scripture implies that we are willing to serve you. Therefore, I need to have a , &quot;Here I am availability.&quot; In order to be a servant, I must be available. Here I am Lord, I want to be available for whatever you have in store. Second, I need to be quiet and listen. God, give me the strength to quiet myself so that I can hear Your voice. &lt;br /&gt;
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Your hopeful servant, &lt;br /&gt;
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Derek</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/feeds/2925963098611785799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/loss-of-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/2925963098611785799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/2925963098611785799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/loss-of-words.html' title='Loss of Words'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465916110754953580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipSN0tPq3AkxlwNyfOo-fvg2vNRbGijwcgwVbqZaAii8O3bsCWy6hQ2U_Oh-Hn26YaU_8-7o6ddeuYkASHt64EMRj8gYayrbyrlaMnipQBh4E8lxFJsGpc-IC0ys-JDdhYRdcrZWG8R9k/s72-c/silence.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362.post-1730131888782656392</id><published>2012-02-22T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T20:47:47.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Questions</title><content type='html'>God,&lt;br /&gt;
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Kat and I missed watching one of our favorite television shows on Tuesday night, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nbc.com/parenthood/&quot;&gt;Parenthood&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; We have always loved watching the show because each of the couples seem to be going through real life issues that many people I know are dealing with. However, this season the subject of adoption occurred. Over the different episodes, I have personally felt many different emotions concerning how the show dealt with adoption. On one of the early shows, I was pretty frustrated that they used the term &quot;buying a baby&quot; several times throughout the show but the show really examined some of the emotions and situations that couples face when adopting. &lt;br /&gt;
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However, the episode that Kat and I watched this evening brought me to tears. As the baby was born, the mom that wanted to adopt asked the biological mother if she wanted to hold her son and the biological mother turned her head. My heart breaks thinking of my two amazing gifts from God and the questions they will have about their biological mother. Thank You for providing me with such an amazing wife. Kat was able to talk through all of the pain that I was feeling for Bennett and Celia. We were able to discuss that no matter how much we would want to tell them things that would take their pain away about about their situation, we can&#39;t. All that we can do is to reassure them that we love them, that You love them and that so many other people love them. As a parent, I want to guard their hearts and I want to protect them but I also know that I am unable to do that. As I type these words, I hurt for them. &lt;br /&gt;
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I pray tonight that You will let their biological mother know that Alim and Nargiza are very loved. I pray for future discussions with our children. I ask for your wisdom and I pray that our kid&#39;s hearts will be healed. &lt;br /&gt;
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Leaning on You,&lt;br /&gt;
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Derek</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/feeds/1730131888782656392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/future-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/1730131888782656392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/1730131888782656392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/future-questions.html' title='Future Questions'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465916110754953580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcHwP0xNpiWkT1OkqVPCCLNlYItSNwsp-to1PPyNp0R4d4n-lszHb8UcQDzZX2TeXQrSBtEIaPOxoJ00q4cD-efdG9qrMJSdhvafmQiuZefnT4M5DE2w0Z0P6H0SXRMFedlyGmJndurI/s72-c/imagesCAW3AWO6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362.post-4061655477241301867</id><published>2012-02-21T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T21:34:24.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 30</title><content type='html'>God,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;David was thirty years old when he became king, and he reigned forty years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was amazing to think that David became king when he was just thirty years old. Turning thirty is a scary time for many people but I am looking forward to it because I hope that You will use me in new and unique ways just like You used David. &lt;br /&gt;
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Looking forward to what the future holds,&lt;br /&gt;
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Derek &lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. Today has been a long day and that is why this blog is so short.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/feeds/4061655477241301867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/turning-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/4061655477241301867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/4061655477241301867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/turning-30.html' title='Turning 30'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465916110754953580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362.post-4673786004036965000</id><published>2012-02-20T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T21:53:17.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Steps</title><content type='html'>God, &lt;br /&gt;
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I want to thank you and give you all praise and glory for the spiritual steps that my friends are making. &lt;br /&gt;
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~ Going to pray with someone at a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
~ Teaching a class for You&lt;br /&gt;
~ Going back to school&lt;br /&gt;
~ Starting an organization&lt;br /&gt;
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I am so excited to see those around Grace taking steps toward You everyday. &lt;br /&gt;
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Cheering You and those around me on, &lt;br /&gt;
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Derek</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/feeds/4673786004036965000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/spiritual-steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/4673786004036965000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/4673786004036965000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/spiritual-steps.html' title='Spiritual Steps'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465916110754953580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362.post-7842636300095841317</id><published>2012-02-19T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T21:00:31.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walls</title><content type='html'>God,&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight, Kat and I read our daily bible verse of the 40 Days of Engage the Word, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.columbiagrace.org/?page_id=864&quot;&gt;Joshua 5:13-6:27&lt;/a&gt;. As I read through this story, I am taken back by the specifics of the instructions that Joshua and the Israelites must follow in order for the walls of Jericho to fall down. For a military leader, how difficult was it to wait and play trumpets while not talking and walking in circles? &lt;br /&gt;
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Some insights that I take from this wonderful story: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We must not get ahead of You.&amp;nbsp;You wanted Joshua and the Israelites to wait seven days and carry out specific instructions before the walls would come down. We live in a &quot;now&quot; society where we believe that we should have everything and have it now. We must learn that things happen in Your time, not our own. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Blessings are poured out when we follow Your commands. Joshua was handed the city of Jericho because he followed Your commands. How many times do we miss out on receiving your blessing because we are unable to follow You? &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The story ends with, &quot;The Lord was with Joshua, and his fame spread throughout the land.&quot; I love that we have the ability to have your spirit with us all of the time. May we practice living in your presence constantly. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Thanks for Your Word speaking into our lives, &lt;br /&gt;
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Derek</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/feeds/7842636300095841317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/walls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/7842636300095841317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/7842636300095841317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/walls.html' title='Walls'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465916110754953580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmchBKpFkhXavHL11eCRnhdo8PvI-Rtoqrd-MbOCwYNeXnrISCngCO5qNVZW3CddLSfjs7rXNs-IB94VLxX_vuIo8Zx2UA0wIpEkm-KOYig_fcNaUvCDFil6zc9pal-ikbh9P9JgMofY/s72-c/Walls01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362.post-5926407149525454538</id><published>2012-02-18T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T20:13:42.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Step is a Doozy</title><content type='html'>God,&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;So when the people broke camp to cross the Jordan, the priests carrying the ark of the covenant went ahead of them. Now the Jordan is at flood stage all during harvest. Yet as soon as the priests who carried the ark reached the Jordan and their feet touched the water’s edge, the water from upstream stopped flowing&quot; (Joshua 3:14-16)&lt;br /&gt;
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How many times have we missed Your miracles because we failed to take the first step? Why is the first step so difficult to take? What fear is keeping us from accomplishing amazing things for You? &lt;br /&gt;
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I love the story of the priests carrying the ark of the covenant because they had to take a step of faith before&amp;nbsp;You &amp;nbsp;parted the water. So many times, we want to wait and in our inability to act, we miss the opportunity to see You complete miracles. I can see these priests looking down at the water at it rushes by because the water is at flood level. Fear could have easily kept the priests from making the step. Fear wants to keep us from taking the next step toward Christ. May our faith increase so that we all will take that next step. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thankful for flooding our lives with your blessings,&lt;br /&gt;
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Derek</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/feeds/5926407149525454538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/first-step-is-doozy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/5926407149525454538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/5926407149525454538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/first-step-is-doozy.html' title='First Step is a Doozy'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465916110754953580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6dPXB98g93-vgoyrSN7P0FuVomS4E69cpcVopXVxy4RQQqYoa7KpHs6p1H058Fhk74b7tgMOXPCsv_VMs7CLkhzOXGv6Stis1zc-kDVm1GZR0C9maLSaZprVA4os9mlhOvNYYlf8LKUw/s72-c/imagesCAXG16O4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362.post-4008631146425554500</id><published>2012-02-17T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T21:10:03.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless Your Heart</title><content type='html'>God,&lt;br /&gt;
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On this Friday night, Kat and I are having an exciting date of watching Tribune Broadcasting Network, TBN. Kat had seen that a pastor that we really like, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.stevenfurtick.com/&quot;&gt;Steven Furtick&lt;/a&gt; had organized a 12-day revival. TBN is showing some of the highlights from the revival. As I write this, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lifechurch.tv/&quot;&gt;Craig Groeshal&lt;/a&gt; is finishing his sermon. His sermon really spoke to me and I want to say Thanks Be to You. &lt;br /&gt;
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He started by telling everyone that when someone says &quot;Bless Your Heart&quot; that they actually mean that you are an idiot. He spoke about how God calls idiots to do amazing things. He references a scripture in Acts where the translators of the Bible speak about the ordinary men known as the apostles. However, the word ordinary actually is a Greek word for ignorant or idiots. You call idiots to do amazing things. My wife looked at me and said that You must want to do something amazing through me. I am not sure if that was a compliment but I will take it as one because I want to be an idiot for You. &lt;br /&gt;
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Craig said that Idiots for Christ &lt;br /&gt;
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1) Obey irrationally&lt;br /&gt;
2) Give extravagantly &lt;br /&gt;
3) Do what others believe cannot be done &lt;br /&gt;
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Thank You for speaking to me on this Friday night. May You continue to bless Steven and Craig for being servants for You. May You help this idiot do amazing things for You. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thankful for once in my life that I am an idiot,&lt;br /&gt;
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Derek</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/feeds/4008631146425554500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/bless-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/4008631146425554500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/4008631146425554500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/bless-your-heart.html' title='Bless Your Heart'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465916110754953580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362.post-759421094473745182</id><published>2012-02-16T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T21:01:36.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting the Bar Much Too Low</title><content type='html'>God,&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;But you are to be perfect, even as your Father in heaven is perfect&quot; (Matthew 5:48). How can I read this and not think that our relationship with Christ is more than just a get out of hell pass? How can I read this and not think that the bar has been set so low when it comes to being a &quot;Christian&quot;? I think for some time I read this verse and just believed that this was just&amp;nbsp;a verse that did not make&amp;nbsp;much sense. Logically, one can not wrap their head around trying to be perfect. We celebrate perfection such as a perfect game pitched in baseball, someone bowling a 300 or getting a perfect score on some standardized test. But perfection for most people is some abstract idea that is unachievable. On our own that would be correct but with Your strength and Your grace, we can come to the point of giving our whole lives to You so that we can love You and others completely. &lt;br /&gt;
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However, the church and most pastors (not the one where I currently serve) have set the bar far too low. Most &quot;Christians&quot; are not asked to sacrifice for fear of someone going to the church down the street. Most members are not asked to get their hands dirty serving the poor and broken for fear that a tithe check will not be in the offering plate&amp;nbsp;this week. The&amp;nbsp;Big Church, the&amp;nbsp;church as the whole has to stop being consumed by numbers&amp;nbsp;and money and become focused on growth and transformation that only occurs when we lives wholly devoted to God. Just this week, I wanted our small group to start meeting every other week because I was concerned&amp;nbsp;about our group attendence not being 100%. I brought this up at the end of group after having a discussion about&amp;nbsp;being willing to sacrifice everything and giving our all to You. One of my good friends brought the irony to my discussion the&amp;nbsp;following day. How can I have a discussion about&amp;nbsp;giving You less of our time right after we&amp;nbsp;discuss giving You our everything?&lt;br /&gt;
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At the moment that we decide to live our lives completely for you and not for ourselves is the exact moment that our desires change.&amp;nbsp;So often, we are focused on our lives and&amp;nbsp;just try&amp;nbsp;and fit You into our priorities that we miss the blessings&amp;nbsp;You want to pour into our lives when You have control of our priority list. When our desire becomes You, our lives will reflect it by how we spend our time, the conversations that we have, the way that we love, the way that we give and by the need to have Your approval and not that of man.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart&quot; (Psalm 37:4).&lt;br /&gt;
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Derek</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/feeds/759421094473745182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/setting-bar-much-too-low.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/759421094473745182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/759421094473745182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/setting-bar-much-too-low.html' title='Setting the Bar Much Too Low'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465916110754953580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIT0tM2ZDsEgCJlxnrWzn-i3iJSDKVia40DQyAF1sfUFTmEBfMgkwmUZk875RNpAI838JPxhShm9bsJO8XS-l2mbot9DL-Y_pKhygNQWEStXxSO9zO363sGwFq2vgj8KifvEzfZ1PLMME/s72-c/imagesCASQDRY0.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362.post-1355016338191484717</id><published>2012-02-15T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T21:35:01.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to My Soul</title><content type='html'>God, &lt;br /&gt;
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Today, I experienced one of the most heart breaking things that I have seen in my life, the visitation of a three month old little girl. Some of the little girl&#39;s family had recently visited Grace and we were notified today about the visitation. As we entered the funeral home, there laid the beautiful little girl. Instantly, my heart ached. What words can bring comfort in a time like that? What can be said that would help and not seem insensitive? &lt;br /&gt;
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As Jesse and I sat in the pews watching a video that one of the aunts had made for the family, I watched the tears steam down the faces of the family and heard the pain in each sob. I watched as the photos and videos of this three month old little angel&amp;nbsp;were displayed on the projection screen. Shots from the pregnancy test to the ultrasound photos to pictures of the father being stationed oversees serving in the military to beautiful photos of the pregnant mom. I know that as my heart sank and broke that Your heart was even more broken for that family. Just as &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=john%2011:1-44&amp;amp;version=NIV&quot;&gt;Jesus cried&lt;/a&gt; for those mourning the death of Lazarus, You wept for the family and those heart broken on&amp;nbsp;this day. Your plan was for us to have no death, to have no pain, to have no sorrow but that all changed when sin entered the world. We are left with a world where three month precious angels take their final breath much too soon. &lt;br /&gt;
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As I sat there, I could not help but think of my children and the &quot;what ifs&quot; began to play in&amp;nbsp;my mind. I could not imagine the pain of losing a child. However, I know that my mom had to suffer the pain of losing a child the same day that she gave birth to my oldest brother, Christopher. I can&#39;t remember how old I was when I found out about him but over the years, I have often wondered what he would have been like. I also know that my in-laws had to say goodbye to their son much too soon as well. I have walked with Kat and her parents through that tragedy and have seen the wounds that still exist from saying goodbye to someone before we thought that it&amp;nbsp;was time. I am not sure that the hole created by the loss of a child can ever be filled. I think that time can ease the wound but I believe that only You can help comfort the pain. &lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight, Kat and I listened to this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mtv.com/videos/taylor-swift/732819/safe-sound.jhtml&quot;&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; by Taylor Swift and &lt;a href=&quot;http://thecivilwars.com/&quot;&gt;The Civil Wars&lt;/a&gt; that made me think about the those that have lost a child and the heartache that they have felt and continue to feel.&amp;nbsp; I think that the words of some songs just spark an emotional response and when I hear the words to this song, I am taken to a sad scene in the book, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thehungergames.co.uk/&quot;&gt;Hunger Games&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;but I believe that I am taken to a deeper place of empathy for those hurting the loss of a loved one. &lt;em&gt;&quot;You&#39;ll be all right, no one can hurt you now.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &quot;&lt;em&gt;Just close your eyes, you&#39;ll be all right.&quot;&lt;/em&gt; As I think about the pain that this world gives to those that walk it&#39;s surface, I think about that little girl and all those that have gone before us and they will not have to hurt any longer. Sometimes, I believe that listening to music is a way to express one&#39;s emotions without having to say a word. May You comfort those tonight in pain and suffering from the loss of a child. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97jfXa5hONHrTL0VRGwnDitwZc7pMbWzOJTRzC9zvF3xWt-QMhGQc902949Z2q5264uuw5tdoBGvAen8ciDrQ37THOQmAKWwRb2ilaZtJ8zhScytlxgl-G4ZePJrGbDwKuWdVvGdGDzk/s1600/j0440294.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;239&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97jfXa5hONHrTL0VRGwnDitwZc7pMbWzOJTRzC9zvF3xWt-QMhGQc902949Z2q5264uuw5tdoBGvAen8ciDrQ37THOQmAKWwRb2ilaZtJ8zhScytlxgl-G4ZePJrGbDwKuWdVvGdGDzk/s320/j0440294.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; yda=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is Valentine&#39;s Day. I have always been very forunate because Kat does not really care about this day. She is very frugal and does not want me to waste money on the inflated cost of flowers or candy that she will not eat. Over the years, we have always done some small things for each other. This year, I was given a card that Kat and the kids had made and it was amazing. The card was heart-shaped and had handprints cut out to say &quot;I love you&quot; in sign language&amp;nbsp;from each of the kids. It was the perfect card for this day. &lt;br /&gt;
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However, Kat posted something on her facebook page today that spoke to me. She quoted this verse: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;My friends, let us continue to love each other since ALL love comes from God. (1 John 4). Today is a day that should be about love. So today, I want to change my perspective about this day. I want to be thankful for the Love that You have put in my life. The love that You have for me, the love that my wife has for me and the love that my beautiful kids share with me each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;However, I hope that each day is a day to celebrate love and to share love and to love and be loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;Let me Love others the way that You love me, unconditionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Derek</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/feeds/5920994145433712377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/feeling-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/5920994145433712377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/5920994145433712377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/feeling-loved.html' title='Feeling Loved'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465916110754953580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97jfXa5hONHrTL0VRGwnDitwZc7pMbWzOJTRzC9zvF3xWt-QMhGQc902949Z2q5264uuw5tdoBGvAen8ciDrQ37THOQmAKWwRb2ilaZtJ8zhScytlxgl-G4ZePJrGbDwKuWdVvGdGDzk/s72-c/j0440294.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362.post-72255846073806447</id><published>2012-02-13T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T21:22:56.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Past</title><content type='html'>God,&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight, I read the story of the humble beginnings of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.columbiagrace.org/?page_id=832&quot;&gt;Moses&lt;/a&gt;. As I read through his story, I was once again amazed at Moses. He was placed in a basket by his mother to protect him. The basket floats down the river and the pharoah&#39;s daughter rescues the little baby and then needed a woman to nurse the baby and Moses&#39; mother is brought to nurse little Moses. &lt;br /&gt;
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However, Moses grows up and happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. How many times have I been at the wrong place at the wrong time in my life? How many times could I have just walked away from the &quot;wrong place, wrong time situation&quot; and did not? Moses came across an Egyptian beating a Hebrew and steps in to defend the Hebrew and kills the Egyptian. &lt;br /&gt;
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Moses is a murderer. After being a murderer, Moses becomes a shepherd. Out in the field&amp;nbsp;one normal day&amp;nbsp;God calls him to do something amazing. You want to take our mundane, daily tasks and use us for greatness. You are still using burning bushes to call Your people into action for You but we miss the signals. What I love about Moses is that he has a past. He was a man that had fallen, was a coward and had run away from his problems yet You still chose him to do great things. Our background, our pedigree, our ancestors do not make us great in Your eyes. We are great because You called us. It is not something that we can do or earn, it is a response to Your grace. &lt;br /&gt;
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Moses doubts that You can use him because of his past. Moses doubts that You can use him because he stutters. You want to use him because he has a past and because he stutters because when amazing things happen, You are glorified. You do not chose based upon outside qualities, You pick based upon who You need to fulfull Your purpose. &lt;br /&gt;
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Help me to hear Your voice loud and clear and put my past behind me and become the man that You are calling me to be. &lt;br /&gt;
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Learning to look forward and not back, &lt;br /&gt;
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Derek</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/feeds/72255846073806447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/72255846073806447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/72255846073806447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-past.html' title='Our Past'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465916110754953580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiceRkd0QeKT0eaLk_B5f1v3FpHmEj3Y9-y0crA09daCAcq9jC7z9k3en98ZdJ_yOIbkt6Yt6NqQExjazr6OimTMbDXHQJ28SoP2sccJVKJ7SdDwi1y-GnEKozk5_yXjo5IBqz6mKOFkPQ/s72-c/imagesCA1TD9PO.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362.post-6154443521553361944</id><published>2012-02-12T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T21:46:32.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But the Lord is with Me</title><content type='html'>God,&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight, I read the story of Joesph. As I read through part of his story, I noticed that the phrase,&quot; The Lord was with him&quot; was used several times. I think that many of us have misconceptions about our relationship with Christ. So many of us feel that by believing in God, nothing bad will happen to me. However, the story of Joseph illustrates the truth of how God works so elequently. &lt;br /&gt;
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God is with Joseph but is the life of Joseph easy? No. Joseph&#39;s own family wants to kill him. Joesph becomes a slave. Joseph is lied about and thrown in prison and finally Joseph is forgotten. But how can these bad things happen because God is with Joseph. I think that we all need to understand that God can be with us and we will still suffer. God does not make us suffer but in our freedom, we are allowed to suffer. In our suffering, we can learn more about obedience, Your grace and Your strength. &lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of the section that we read, Joseph has married and has two sons. This is the story:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Joseph named his firstborn Manasseh and said, “It is because God has made me forget all my trouble and all my father’s household.” &lt;sup&gt;52&lt;/sup&gt; The second son he named Ephraim and said, “It is because God has made me fruitful in the land of my suffering.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I love that Joseph is able to thank You for his many blessings. He thanks You for helping him forget his trouble and he is thankful for Your blessings even in his suffering by the names that Joseph gives his sons. I think that Joseph teaches us that we need to still be thankful and aware of Your blessings despite our circumstances. If we all can learn this difficult task, our walk with You will be so rich and fulfulling. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for being with me, &lt;br /&gt;
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This week in the class that Kat and I are taking, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.drleman.com/store/marriage-books/sex-begins-in-the-kitchen/prod_23.html&quot;&gt;Sex begins in the Kitchen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;we learned about sharing feelings. It was a wonderful class and it highlighted several issues that we need to work on. One of those issues is that I need to be a better listener when Kat shares her feelings. Last night, I had the opportunity to get an A+ for this week&#39;s lessons. Kat and I started a conversation that turned into a disagreement. At the end of the disagreement, Kat shared her feelings and I was my typical self, selfish. Instead of listening to my wife&#39;s feelings, I chose to be a poor listener. &lt;br /&gt;
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In my selfish decision, I&amp;nbsp;let You down. In my selfish decision, I&amp;nbsp;let my wife down.&amp;nbsp;In my&amp;nbsp;selfish decision, I let my friends down.&amp;nbsp;In my typcial &quot;a disagreement self&quot;, I fell asleep.&amp;nbsp;Upon falling asleep, I failed to complete&amp;nbsp;my blog.&amp;nbsp;I felt bad for fighting&amp;nbsp;with Kat, for not being obedient to You but I&amp;nbsp;felt&amp;nbsp;even worse when I walked into Upward today and someone asked me if I&amp;nbsp;had completed my blog last night because he had stayed up until 11:30&amp;nbsp;waiting to read it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I&amp;nbsp;realized that I need to retake the class from this week. I realized that I need to remember to &quot;Think about&amp;nbsp;Kat&quot; when we are having a disagreement. I realized that I am still in need of&amp;nbsp;Your grace and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Help me to stay close to You,&lt;br /&gt;
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Derek</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/feeds/7851600848919136612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/f-in-my-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/7851600848919136612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754424733775984362/posts/default/7851600848919136612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofafather.blogspot.com/2012/02/f-in-my-class.html' title='F in my Class'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465916110754953580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVG7RAHB7dDvY7KQXQTLBuDzzWSTrLvpGvFEtWpuXF8UoUKs5sLSS-BXzy-z4_u4xyNrdL-h5LckYRPzWmJQaXqsUJG72qoUSLA25-fcuWBbezTwk9bA55WjiJ65E8Bldx9mkMXkweC4M/s72-c/imagesCA4WVQE2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754424733775984362.post-6057467140697086913</id><published>2012-02-09T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T21:16:12.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldfish Memory</title><content type='html'>God,&lt;br /&gt;
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Why is it that we quickly forget Your promises? How is it that You can bless us and then hours, days or weeks later we forget what You have done? &lt;br /&gt;
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Abram was the same. In the beginning of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=genesis%2012&amp;amp;version=NIV&quot;&gt;Genesis chapter 12&lt;/a&gt;, Abram receives a blessing and promise from God. However, just a short time later Abram feels that he has to lie about Sarai being his wife when they travel to Egypt. You had just promised to bless Abram beyond measure, beyond understanding and beyond human possibility. &lt;br /&gt;
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How many of us when our situation seems tough, tries to take matters into our own hands? I know that there have been plenty of times in my life that I have forgotten so quickly what You have done. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think that the key is to have some sort of visual reminder to remember Your blessings, Your call or Your Whispers. Times are tough, life is difficult and we all need to remember that You have spoke to us. I need Your help to remember, I need Your help not to forget and I need Your help to not try and take matters into my own hands. &lt;br /&gt;
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Remembering Your Blessings, &lt;br /&gt;
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Today, I read the account of Noah and The Great Flood. How many times have You asked us to do something crazy? How many times have You asked us to do something that we thought was impossible? How many times have you waited for us to listen in order to bless us? &lt;br /&gt;
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I love the story of Noah because Noah was obedient. However, his obedience takes on a whole new meaning when some scholars point out that more than likely water had not fallen from the sky before the flood began. Noah was obedient even though what&amp;nbsp;he believed God was going to do had never occurred. He was obedient even though he was asked to build something that had never been built before. Noah was obedient even though he was asked to care for animals he had never before seen. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thank You for Noah who can open my eyes to being obedient even when it seems crazy. &lt;br /&gt;
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Learning obedience one day at a time, &lt;br /&gt;
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