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		<title>Undignified Bride</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 19:29:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>David is now a king when he dances without inhibition before God and before the people of God. David has a bride and the bible records more than one. In his dance, David does not heed cultural expectation or decorum; he puts joy of the Lord first and foremost. Watching from a distance, one of [...]</p><p>The post <a href="http://www.debrabee.org/2013/05/18/undignified-bride/">Undignified Bride</a> appeared first on <a href="http://www.debrabee.org">DebraBee</a>.</p>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>David is now a king when he dances without inhibition before God and before the people of God. David has a bride and the bible records more than one. In his dance, David does not heed cultural expectation or decorum; he puts joy of the Lord first and foremost. Watching from a distance, one of his brides sees him dancing and her heart is filled with disdain. In conversation with her husband she derides his actions. His response is instant, “<strong><em><span style="color: #0000ff;">I will play music before the LORD. And I will be even more undignified than this, and I will be humble in my own sight</span>.</em></strong>” *</p>
<p>I wonder at myself being one of the brides watching my KING dance before me, before others. Will I disdain the way HE leads us to worship? Will I let cultural protocol rule my heart or will I let love reign first, released to be uninhibited in my joy? A song enters my heart in answer to this question.</p>
<p align="center"><strong>We will dance, we will dance for Your glory</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>We will dance, we will dance for Your glory</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>We will dance for Your glory, Lord</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>We will lift up a shout to adore You</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>Every sound that we make, it is for You</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>We will dance for Your glory, Lord</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>The King is coming in, the King is coming in</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>As we tell the whole world of Your love and life</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>We will dance for Your glory, Lord</strong> *</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<address><em>*Scripture from 2 Sam 6:21-22</em></address>
<address><em>* Lyrics taken from Matt Redman, For Your Glory</em></address>
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		<title>I AM Man Enough</title>
		<link>http://www.debrabee.org/2013/05/14/i-am-man-enough/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 23:31:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>I kneel when the world would tell me to stand I cry before my family to show myself strong My brokenness is where I find my strength I am a father I am a brother I am a son I am a man My identity is in I AM</p><p>The post <a href="http://www.debrabee.org/2013/05/14/i-am-man-enough/">I AM Man Enough</a> appeared first on <a href="http://www.debrabee.org">DebraBee</a>.</p>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="center"><strong>I kneel when the world would tell me to stand</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>I cry before my family to show myself strong</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>My brokenness is where I find my strength</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>I am a father</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>I am a brother</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>I am a son</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>I am a man</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>My identity is in I AM</strong></p>
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		<title>Would You Be So Kind?</title>
		<link>http://www.debrabee.org/2013/05/09/would-you-be-so-kind/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 20:08:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Would you be so kind as to tell me the truth? Or would you leave me alone, not wanting to offend me? The kindest cuts I have ever been given are from those who also stayed beside me to bandage my wounds with their love. Proverbs 27:6 Wounds from a sincere friend are better than [...]</p><p>The post <a href="http://www.debrabee.org/2013/05/09/would-you-be-so-kind/">Would You Be So Kind?</a> appeared first on <a href="http://www.debrabee.org">DebraBee</a>.</p>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Would you be so kind as to tell me the truth? Or would you leave me alone, not wanting to offend me?</p>
<p>The kindest cuts I have ever been given are from those who also stayed beside me to bandage my wounds with their love.</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Proverbs 27:6 Wounds from a sincere friend are better than many kisses from an enemy.</span></strong></p>
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		<title>Theory And Truth</title>
		<link>http://www.debrabee.org/2013/05/08/theory-and-truth/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 01:07:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Einstein had a theory which he alone seemed to grasp. It took years for him to be heard as more than one voice among the many offered. Even those of his scientific peers who believed were dissuaded coming to his defense for fear of looking foolish. They needed proof to protect their reputations! His theory [...]</p><p>The post <a href="http://www.debrabee.org/2013/05/08/theory-and-truth/">Theory And Truth</a> appeared first on <a href="http://www.debrabee.org">DebraBee</a>.</p>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Einstein had a theory which he alone seemed to grasp. It took years for him to be heard as more than one voice among the many offered. Even those of his scientific peers who believed were dissuaded coming to his defense for fear of looking foolish. They needed proof to protect their reputations! His theory was eventually proven by the scientific community. To this day many try to disprove Einstein’s theories. A theory is different than truth.</p>
<p>Jesus didn’t offer a theory, He spoke truth. He said <em><span style="color: #0000ff;">“and whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die”</span></em>. He proved it by raising Lazarus from the dead. History teaches us that even in the face of evidence; some people want to bury truth out of jealousy.</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">The Message John 12:9-11<sup> </sup>Word got out among the Jews that he was back in town. The people came to take a look, not only at Jesus but also at Lazarus, who had been raised from the dead. So the high priests plotted to kill Lazarus because so many of the Jews were going over and believing in Jesus on account of him.</span></strong></p>
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		<title>Rings</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 May 2013 19:03:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Rings; I remove them from my fingers, captivated by what they mean. My mind takes me back to my marriage ceremony. It seemed surreal and I couldn’t focus on the words being spoken, with the exception of what the rings represented, “no beginning and no ending”. That sentence has never left my thoughts when I [...]</p><p>The post <a href="http://www.debrabee.org/2013/05/04/rings/">Rings</a> appeared first on <a href="http://www.debrabee.org">DebraBee</a>.</p>]]></description>
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<p>Rings; I remove them from my fingers, captivated by what they mean. My mind takes me back to my marriage ceremony. It seemed surreal and I couldn’t focus on the words being spoken, with the exception of what the rings represented, “no beginning and no ending”. That sentence has never left my thoughts when I look at my rings.</p>
<p>I am the bride.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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		<title>Irrelevant</title>
		<link>http://www.debrabee.org/2013/04/28/irrelevant/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Apr 2013 22:42:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>The greatest acclaim I can ever ask is none for self. As I open my mouth to declare aloud the name Jesus, I garner the applause of heaven. What greater audience could there be? I offer the minor works of my hands, laying them at the feet of my Father. To my enjoyment, He grabs [...]</p><p>The post <a href="http://www.debrabee.org/2013/04/28/irrelevant/">Irrelevant</a> appeared first on <a href="http://www.debrabee.org">DebraBee</a>.</p>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The greatest acclaim I can ever ask is none for self. As I open my mouth to declare aloud the name Jesus, I garner the applause of heaven. What greater audience could there be? I offer the minor works of my hands, laying them at the feet of my Father. To my enjoyment, He grabs me up to squeeze me in His approving arms saying, “well done my daughter”! The approval of others is irrelevant.</p>
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		<title>Butterfly Time</title>
		<link>http://www.debrabee.org/2013/04/22/butterfly-time/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 19:02:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>The Race Of Champions</title>
		<link>http://www.debrabee.org/2013/04/21/the-race-of-champions/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2013 22:55:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>The race began before I was born, in places I had never visited. I noticed the race by divine appointment only. I’d heard a trumpet call to come near, an invitation to cheer on champions who were engaged in the running. At first I stood behind the fences observing these mighty athletes, but curiosity drew [...]</p><p>The post <a href="http://www.debrabee.org/2013/04/21/the-race-of-champions/">The Race Of Champions</a> appeared first on <a href="http://www.debrabee.org">DebraBee</a>.</p>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The race began before I was born, in places I had never visited. I noticed the race by divine appointment only. I’d heard a trumpet call to come near, an invitation to cheer on champions who were engaged in the running. At first I stood behind the fences observing these mighty athletes, but curiosity drew me forward. I wanted to get closer to the action. What I saw both frightened and inspired me. Each champion clearly ran with purpose and their eyes were singularly focused upon the trophy alone. I watched some stumble and fall so hard I couldn’t imagine them to ever be able to rise again. To my amazement even the most wounded champions arose to keep pushing towards the goal.</p>
<p>While my eyes watched these champions I could hear a whispered voice asking me to help. I didn’t know how and then I saw the bucket of water nearby. Reaching for it I grabbed some cups and stepped out from behind the fence line. One by one I filled the cups and handed them to each champion as they raced toward the finish line. The bucket never seemed to empty and the champions kept coming.</p>
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		<title>Faith And The Mustard Seed</title>
		<link>http://www.debrabee.org/2013/04/16/faith-and-the-mustard-seed/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Apr 2013 20:37:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>I laid the necklace out on my desk before me. A friend had given me this gift a couple years back. It was a simple round disc with the word “FAITH” stamped into its metal and had an attached mustard seed. I reviewed the meaning of faith as the world defines it with a dictionary…confidence [...]</p><p>The post <a href="http://www.debrabee.org/2013/04/16/faith-and-the-mustard-seed/">Faith And The Mustard Seed</a> appeared first on <a href="http://www.debrabee.org">DebraBee</a>.</p>]]></description>
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<p>I laid the necklace out on my desk before me. A friend had given me this gift a couple years back. It was a simple round disc with the word “FAITH” stamped into its metal and had an attached mustard seed. I reviewed the meaning of faith as the world defines it with a dictionary…<em>confidence or trust, belief that is not based on proof, belief in God. </em>A pastor had recently put his hand upon my head and shared that the Lord was giving me the faith to move mountains. I agreed and continually I practice growing in my faith.</p>
<p>Closing my eyes I become a child of vision, seeing things as they could be and praying in faith for them. I speak healing of cancer and sickness, freedom from bondage, salvation of souls, unity of hearts and love beyond measure. Humming a song, I hear the words, “I see forgiveness overtaking hatred, pride &amp; prejudice now giving way to love, I see depression replaced with joy and gladness, and satan’s lies now bowing to the truth&#8230;do it Lord, do it Lord, we are praying that Your glory may be seen.” *</p>
<address>* Lyrics by Travis Cotrell, Do It Lord</address>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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		<title>The Wind Of The Lord</title>
		<link>http://www.debrabee.org/2013/04/09/the-wind-of-the-lord/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Apr 2013 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>The birds float on my strength, playing on the swirls of my breath Those who notice are amazed I blow through the leaves, sounding out my presence Those who notice are amazed I stir up the waves, declaring my power Those who notice are amazed I breeze through the fields of bright flowers, spreading my [...]</p><p>The post <a href="http://www.debrabee.org/2013/04/09/the-wind-of-the-lord/">The Wind Of The Lord</a> appeared first on <a href="http://www.debrabee.org">DebraBee</a>.</p>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;">The birds float on my strength, playing on the swirls of my breath</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Those who notice are amazed</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I blow through the leaves, sounding out my presence</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Those who notice are amazed</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I stir up the waves, declaring my power</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Those who notice are amazed</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I breeze through the fields of bright flowers, spreading my scent of goodness</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Those who notice are amazed</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">When I grow quiet, they are amazed who take notice</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I AM the WIND of the LORD</p>
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