<?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-8163270182205057577</id><updated>2024-09-13T23:47:38.088-07:00</updated><category term="Jesus"/><category term="being lead by God"/><category term="books of the Bible"/><category term="Christian"/><category term="Heaven"/><category term="devotion"/><category term="encouragement"/><category term="Adam"/><category term="Caverns"/><category term="Eureka Springs"/><category term="Eve"/><category term="God"/><category term="God&#39;s handywork"/><category term="Ima Lamb"/><category term="Jesus returning"/><category term="Jesus&#39; love"/><category term="Lord"/><category term="Mansion"/><category term="Maude"/><category term="Ohio"/><category term="Old Woman"/><category term="Pea Ridge"/><category term="Proof of the Holy Spirit"/><category term="Randy Alcorn&#39;s book: HEAVEN"/><category term="Robin Dearth"/><category term="Spongebob"/><category term="TX."/><category term="Twiddlin&#39; Thumbs"/><category term="War eagle Mill"/><category term="answered prayer"/><category term="bold"/><category term="born again"/><category term="chicken"/><category term="christianity"/><category term="church"/><category term="daily walk"/><category term="death"/><category term="depression"/><category term="devotional"/><category term="drama"/><category term="experience"/><category term="faith"/><category term="feeling"/><category term="fellowship"/><category term="follow"/><category term="following God"/><category term="funeral"/><category term="funny"/><category term="guardian angels"/><category term="hope"/><category term="kitty"/><category term="love"/><category term="mammogram"/><category term="memory"/><category term="miracle"/><category term="money"/><category term="mother"/><category term="old testiment"/><category term="pills"/><category term="praise"/><category term="rapture"/><category term="relationship with God"/><category term="revelation"/><category term="rewards"/><category term="sin"/><category term="soul"/><category term="suicide"/><category term="teachings of God"/><category term="testimony"/><category term="touch of God"/><category term="vacation"/><category term="worship"/><title type='text'>The Journal of Ima Lamb</title><subtitle type='html'>Ima Lamb is my pen name, however, I am a Lamb of God. A christian that is and these blogs are record of insights, revelations, frustrations, parables or poems I&#39;ve written, even cartoons, in my walk with God.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481643469007837917</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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163270182205057577.post-5963194666547947873</id><published>2015-02-14T12:42:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2015-02-14T12:42:27.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEVEL UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One&amp;nbsp;night in July I was laying in bed thinking about some awesome insights God had given me the day before when suddenly the phrase, &quot;level up&quot; came to mind out of no where.&amp;nbsp;I had learned this phrase in some of the videos games I play with the girls. As you play&amp;nbsp;you go through all types of challenges and battles and when you go through and complete certain tasks ( in the beginning, as a novice, this usually happens after hours of dying and trial and error trying to figure things out) you &#39;level up&quot; with new and stronger powers.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am&amp;nbsp;certain&amp;nbsp;as Christians we &quot;level up&quot; as well.&amp;nbsp; We level up when&amp;nbsp;we are battling a vicious cycle of addictive habits until they become virtuous cycles, or through prayer and meditation on His word and, naturally, by reading and studying the Bible.&amp;nbsp;One thing I do know... we&amp;nbsp;won&#39;t&amp;nbsp;get to experience this sweet sensation&amp;nbsp;if&amp;nbsp;we give up and turn off the game and walk away.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;REMEMBER:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen you and protect you&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from the evil one.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;-2 Thessalonians 3:3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I will never forget the time my&amp;nbsp;oldest daughter, Cigi, and I were playing a video game one night when she was probably only&amp;nbsp;eight or&amp;nbsp;nine years old.&amp;nbsp;I was propped up in bed on my pillow watching as she frantically played- fingers and thumbs clicking away ninety to&amp;nbsp;nothing on the controllers. She was sitting on the end of the bed on the edge looking up at the screen as she played. When I could see she was getting overwhelmed being completely surrounded by the enemy I would yell, &quot;Relentless, Cigi! You must be relentless!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Encouraged to work even harder she put her whole body and soul into it. Her little body was shaking the bed as she leaned left then right to dodge her opponents attack. This one time, however she lean hard to the right... the side of the bed she was on.&lt;/div&gt;
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I watched in horror as things kicked into slow motion and she begin to tilt off the bed onto the carpet below. I was never prouder of that child...why?&lt;/div&gt;
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On the way down towards the ground I could still here the clickity-clicks of the controller as she was on her way down! Now that&#39;s &quot;relentless!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/feeds/5963194666547947873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2015/02/level-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/5963194666547947873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/5963194666547947873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2015/02/level-up.html' title='LEVEL UP!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481643469007837917</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-8163270182205057577.post-2460337315876065729</id><published>2015-02-14T12:40:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2015-02-14T12:40:32.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHICH CYCLE WILL YOU TAKE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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I was sitting here thinking about some friends of mine who always are acting La-Tee-Da in the circles we run. Keeping up with the Jones, ya know.&amp;nbsp;Seems like a vicious cycle to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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This got me to thinking so I decided to look&amp;nbsp;up &quot;vicious cycles&quot; in my Dictionary App on my phone. I couldn&#39;t find &quot;vicious cycle&quot; but it did bring up &quot;virtuous cycle.&quot; Huh. I had never heard of that. Here&#39;s what it said:&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -noun 1.a beneficial cycle of events or incidents each having a positive effect on the next.&lt;/div&gt;
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Well I&#39;ll be...who knew?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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May 3, 2013... that was the day when, what I thought had been a&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;vicious cycle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;in my life, came to an end after 10 years. Now God is teaching me that as a Christian- a follower of Jesus Christ- when you are going through what may appear to be a&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;vicious cycle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;you are however, really going through a&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;virtuous cycle&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;
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We, brothers and sisters in Christ, ride our&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;virtuous cycles&lt;/em&gt;, our &quot;beneficial cycle of events&quot; that each have &quot;positive effect on the next,&quot; straight into Heaven!&lt;/div&gt;
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Non believers? Without Jesus in your life you are predestined to ride your&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;vicious cycle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;into Hell.&lt;/div&gt;
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Please, I pray, get off your&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;vicious cycle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;and jump on the&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;virtuous cycle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;to Heaven to spend eternity eternally grateful that you did.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Luke 16:19-28&lt;/strong&gt;, NIV-&amp;nbsp; (Jesus Speaking) &quot;There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores and longing to eat what fell from the rich man&#39;s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.&lt;/div&gt;
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The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham&#39;s side. The rich man also died and was buried. In Hades, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. So he called to him, &#39;Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;But Abraham replied, &#39;Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been set in place, that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.&#39;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;He answered, Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my family, for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.&#39; &quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;You may be in charge of your destiny now, in this lifetime. But please, don&#39;t be like&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;rich man who&amp;nbsp;found out once your life is over here and now...you definitely&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;will not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;be in control of your destiny there and forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Isaiah 42: 5-6&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;This is what God the Lord says-the Creator of the heavens, who stretches them out, who spreads out the earth with all that springs from it, who gives breath to its people, and life to those who walk on it: &#39;I, the Lord, have called you in righteousness; I will take hold of your hand. I will keep you and will make you to be a covenant for the people and a light for the Gentiles, to open eyes that are blind, to fee captives from prison and to release from the dungeon those who sit in the darkness.&#39;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wow! Ain&#39;t that something? The visual, the mental picture of that first part: stretching out the Heavens, spreading out the earth; with all that springs from it; who gives breath to the people!&lt;br /&gt;
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Sounds like a picnic, a party! God, preparing the world for us- giving us His breath of life to enjoy and fellowship with Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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He has a bigger plan here, and though I may not be &quot;privy&quot; to it all- everyone of us who love Jesus will be a party to it!&lt;/div&gt;
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Isaiah 64:1-5, 8, NIV&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Why don&#39;t you tear the sky apart and come down? The mountains would see you and shake with fear. They would tremble like water boiling over a hot fire. Come and reveal your&amp;nbsp; power to your enemies, and make the nations tremble at your presence! There was a time when you came and did terrifying things that we did not expect; the mountains saw you and shook with fear. No one has ever seen or heard of a God like you, who does such deeds for those who put their hope&amp;nbsp;in him. You welcome those who find joy in doing what is right, those who remember how you want them to live... (VS 8) But you are our father, Lord. we are like clay, and you are the potter. You created us,....&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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God is sooo good! As I was reading this verse I could just see it...God tearing through the sky-He could! But that&#39;s not His plan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then when I got to verse 4, &quot;no one has seen or heard of a God like you before,&quot; this is so true! Think about it. I have read in books and saw in movies where the god of&amp;nbsp; such and such is angry for no justified reason&amp;nbsp;and will blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;
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This also made me think of the novel God gave me to write for Nanowrimo, &quot;A Little Clay and Terra.&quot; He showed me the missing pieces for the novel. God loves us so much- something ( a love) we just can&#39;t fathom. I see a tree ( in this fallen world) God knows the beauty and splendor of a tree in the unfallen world. I see a beautiful field of rolling green grass with gorgeous wild flowers and God knows how much their beauty is tainted in this fallen world. He want and waits to show us these sight in a Heavenly World! &lt;br /&gt;
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I see the beauty and glory in a righteous, God fearing man or woman yet God sees this same person cleared of sin&amp;nbsp;forever in their final destination, final Home-Heaven. Man.&lt;br /&gt;
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(From my journal on 12/27/2013)&lt;br /&gt;
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Stuff. This morning when I got up and let our little beagle dog, Buckeye, out...for some reason I was hyperaware of all my stuff as I walked through the house to get her. My two drawing tables with stuff to draw, paint and cartoon&amp;nbsp;on, my printer on one of them from some of my writings. Video stuff in the &quot;book&quot; room and tons of books. My Batman, Buffy the Vampire Slayer,&amp;nbsp;Popeye, Charlie Brown, etc., dolls. (Wondering why in the world I have Buffy the Vampire Collector dolls and Batman dolls? Just ask.) &lt;br /&gt;
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Closet full of clothes I pray that I might fit into again one day. Also in the closet, more journals, writing pads full of writings and stories, quilting material, half made quilt,&amp;nbsp;old computers with my pictures and stories on. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Stuff.&quot; Stuff that I can&#39;t take with me when I die. Most of this &quot;stuff&quot; I don&#39;t even use on a daily, weekly or yearly basis. Stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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What have I stored in Heaven that is eternal, I wonder? (Wouldn&#39;t it be awesome if we could peek into our eternal home and see?)&lt;br /&gt;
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What does this teach my girls?&lt;br /&gt;
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I am sitting on the couch in my living room this morning reading the daily devotion out of Sarah Young&#39;s book, &lt;em&gt;Jesus Calling&lt;/em&gt;. Once done with this I began to pray and as I got to the part where I asked God to fill our home with His Holy Spirit immediately I was aware that He is already here. My spiritual eyes are opened and though I can&#39;t see Him- I do! The air is thick with His presence! My soul is tingling, buzzing with joy! He is here, He is always here; I am not always looking and therefore am not aware of this amazing fact.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oftentimes I pray with my eyes open-especially when I pray this prayer so I can see the transformation. It&#39;s as if the whole room I&#39;m in is filled with a Substance, an invisible Substance but so noticeable to the searching eye! Like the wind!&lt;br /&gt;
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Seeing into the Realm of God is a humbling experience. My soul is still tingling as I sit here writing this, wrapped in the ever present presence of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
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God is reminding me of all the times in the past He was there; at Church, in Bible Studies, at Youth Camps and Missions trips. Times when the &quot;feeling&quot; was different...special. It was&amp;nbsp;Him making His presence known to me. &lt;br /&gt;
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As a baby Christian I thought there was a certain formula of seeking Him that would cause Him to appear like this. But now, as I am maturing through the trials I&#39;ve been through He is teaching me that this was wrong. There is no special formula that will cause this to happen. It is through being sensitive to His presence that I am blessed with this seeing and feeling Him here. &lt;br /&gt;
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When I was going through my &quot;dark years&quot; I longed to experience this sensation again. I feared it was forever lost to me. How glorious it is now, that He is teaching me to be sensitive to His presence; to look for and just to notice that it is and always has been here. Always.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Romans 3:22-24, NIV&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&quot;This righteousness is given through faith in Jesus Christ to all who believe. There is no difference between Jew and Gentile, for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus. God presented Christ as a sacrifice of atonement, through the shedding of his blood-to be received by faith.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In AA they tell you that&amp;nbsp;usually for one to admit they have a drinking problem they have to hit&amp;nbsp;&quot;rock bottom.&quot;&amp;nbsp;When you are an alcoholic you can&#39;t break free while you are still under the delusion that you have it under control or can stop any time you want to. &lt;br /&gt;
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As an alcoholic in denial you think to yourself, &quot;I will cut down slowly. Wean myself off,&quot; or &quot;this is the last one,&quot; &quot;one last big binge and that will make me sick enough to finally&amp;nbsp;be determined&amp;nbsp;to quit.&quot; And there are thousands&amp;nbsp;more excuses where these came from!&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are a Christian, you hate yourself for being in bondage to this sin! You wonder how were you ever weak enough to allow this to happen? Voices whisper in your&amp;nbsp; mind that if you really loved Jesus you wouldn&#39;t do this sin (drinking, drugs, same sex relations, etc...any sin) that you are not a true Christian. &lt;br /&gt;
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So to atone for our sins we try to do more at Church, for friends, family, which in itself is almost an impossible task due to the fact that you are not reliable. Satisfying your sin comes first, taking care of this &quot;master,&quot; is priority. But the backlash from this master are terrible side effects that make you ineffective.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Boy, this posting didn&#39;t even go in the direction I had intended when I sat down! &lt;em&gt;Take over, Lord, and complete what it is You want shared here&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Push my pride and ego aside.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Luke 16:13, NIV&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&quot;No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As an alcoholic you hit bottom and realize you can&#39;t get up by yourself. &lt;br /&gt;
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If you don&#39;t already know Jesus as your Lord and savior, you will hit rock bottom sooner or later. Depression, anxiety, the feeling that something is missing or wrong, ect will follow you. You will feel like you need something or someone to satisfy these feelings and needs. &lt;br /&gt;
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Things may seem to be going fine in your life, and you are happy. But are you willing to bet your eternal soul that you are going to enter into Heaven when you die? &lt;br /&gt;
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When you give your life over to Jesus, you are no longer in&amp;nbsp;bondage! You are free indeed! Things and priorities in your life begin to align up for the first time. With Jesus as your Lord and master, you are no longer alone! This Master loves you and gave His life for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1 Corinthians 10:4, NIV&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&quot;And that Rock was Christ.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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THIS, HE, JESUS&amp;nbsp;is the Rock bottom we all need to hit in order to begin a fresh new life full of peace and joy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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This is one of my favorite hymnals! When my soul begins to bubble over with the joy of the God, this is the song that&#39;s spills out of my mouth praising God!&amp;nbsp; And I love this video I found on You Tube of a mens choir singing it. &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This is a post from my Journal dated September 20, 2014.&lt;br /&gt;
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What a beautiful morning! Can you believe that last night in the middle of the night and this morning at 9 the most miraculous thing happened?! Last night as I was trying to get comfortable in bed and fall asleep I rolled over on my stomach. &lt;em&gt;Great&lt;/em&gt; I thought. I felt like I was laying on a golf ball right at the bottom of my right breast. &lt;em&gt;It&#39;s gotten bigger&lt;/em&gt; I thought. &lt;em&gt;I&#39;ve got to make sure I go this week and have a mammogram.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For about a year there has been a massive lump...not solid, under my right breast. I kept thinking I&#39;d get around to having it checked. However, this past few months now I could even feel it when I laid on my stomach or when my bra was pressing on it. Last night though, man. It felt like it had a major &quot;growth spurt!&quot;&amp;nbsp; I said a quick prayer to God that He would remove it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I finally fell asleep and woke up again about 4 in the morning- it woke me up as I became aware of being uncomfortable laying on my stomach. I prayed again, &quot;Lord, please, You can just reach in an grab it and throw it as far as the east is from the west. Please, take it away, Father.&quot; Then I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up at 9 still sleepy. Scott was still in bed, too. So I stretched out and rolled over onto my stomach and laid there...comfortably. In a few minutes my eyes popped open. Comfortably? Really?&lt;br /&gt;
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I quickly rolled over onto my back&amp;nbsp;and felt the place it had been-gone.&amp;nbsp; Gone! Did you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;
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I got out of bed and went to the bathroom feeling for it as I walked. The whole breast felt different-smaller! PRAISE GOD!!! Now I want to have a mammogram-just to hear them say it-There&#39;s nothing.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nehemiah 8:10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nehemiah said,&amp;nbsp; &quot;Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared. This day is holy to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;At the ripe ol&#39; age of 50 I have been blessed so many times to experience this &quot;joy of the Lord.&quot; First experienced as a child through observing the handiwork of God through nature, animals and people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xSFUmhNluNzVGByKxJevIMdDUGMazDhq-hgYFjG86jl2lSilJSbp8EouCuMD07fLub239YoiTvKz11YMX9c1K4fcgDZ_HpcYUxsiSqkNrofFJGP9hWlcYK_pRj22jPkp4qkQ-awonoXa/s1600/Arkansas+2011+107.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xSFUmhNluNzVGByKxJevIMdDUGMazDhq-hgYFjG86jl2lSilJSbp8EouCuMD07fLub239YoiTvKz11YMX9c1K4fcgDZ_HpcYUxsiSqkNrofFJGP9hWlcYK_pRj22jPkp4qkQ-awonoXa/s1600/Arkansas+2011+107.JPG&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nature&lt;/u&gt;-trees with sturdy&amp;nbsp;branches reaching upward in an effort to reach God, praise&amp;nbsp;Him even. Grass, that carpets the world be walk in, and&amp;nbsp;flowing rivers that flow through replenishing natures thirst served as testimony of God&#39;s glory, power and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The banana, with God&#39;s special design of easy opening of his &quot;package&quot; by grabbing the top stem and peeling down to reveal the tasty treat inside (who&#39;s special ingredient is TLC from God Himself!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Seeds, little tiny seeds, produced from the hand of God, to plant into the ground to grow with special care from us, into food to replenish and flavor our food supply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;These are but a mere few examples of nature displaying God&#39;s glorious handiwork I observed in my youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VR1PCW6pSgVaXvRfJCZt5PornKyYivPnbW1wK5Yq_sSUBhF3W7c2b3Yk8s6JUfd7lImJltgyz_XVcGD6-sazA5VrYZU-Q7OGEg_jz48zwoNoSP6IiAyMAdrDYZNeX5439u8OgSuVt9FX/s1600/Arkansas+2011+159.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VR1PCW6pSgVaXvRfJCZt5PornKyYivPnbW1wK5Yq_sSUBhF3W7c2b3Yk8s6JUfd7lImJltgyz_XVcGD6-sazA5VrYZU-Q7OGEg_jz48zwoNoSP6IiAyMAdrDYZNeX5439u8OgSuVt9FX/s1600/Arkansas+2011+159.JPG&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Animals&lt;/u&gt;-different sizes, shapes, and attributes. Some for food, others&amp;nbsp;with their different furs, and skins used for clothing. Some special ones such as dogs and cats that become friends, family even as they work their way into our hearts through their different personalities and looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVEmaiQlPx0Oei2E8NoNMp_pSKdW4c3dMfpVHuju2H3gbb2-vieg6NNi_502tkdA4oTnhfwd_v3zacK6jgQErNSgutkMCkcIeligLNuf65csVPzM0db5I2PChyRKhGemQc9xJd6ieQgBw/s1600/moms+80th+022.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVEmaiQlPx0Oei2E8NoNMp_pSKdW4c3dMfpVHuju2H3gbb2-vieg6NNi_502tkdA4oTnhfwd_v3zacK6jgQErNSgutkMCkcIeligLNuf65csVPzM0db5I2PChyRKhGemQc9xJd6ieQgBw/s1600/moms+80th+022.jpg&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; width=&quot;393&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;People&lt;/u&gt;-we don&#39;t run on batteries or carry long extension cords and are not solar powered...we are God-powered! Different races, sizes, no two people are the same! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;From the family dynamic I observed my daddy, the protector, provider, taught me about my Father in Heaven. My mother, wise, loving and nurturing also taught me about God. My brother and my&amp;nbsp; sister, who were my friends, hero&#39;s, and protectors too, taught me about Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;These things mentioned were such&amp;nbsp;a source of joy as a child and continue to be as my knowledge of each has grown with age! Daily God reveals Himself to me through each and every one not to mention so many more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I read a saying somewhere once that said, &quot;God has your picture on his refrigerator!&quot; ME! YOU! Imagine that if you will and if that doesn&#39;t set your insides to tingling with joy, pray that God will bless you by opening your eyes that you may see His handiwork, too. And pray that He opens your heart and mind to understand what a marvelous privilege it is to understand this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I had just graduated High School and moved out on my own back in the 80&#39;s I saw a little rectangle wooden that had this saying on it. It help me get out of bed many mornings when I was feeling sorry for myself for one reason or another. God showed me through this that He had given me good health, put me in &quot;the land of plenty,&quot; a good mind and so much more. So, it was up to me to get off my rear and get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;
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It has been my experience that God does indeed answer prayers...but usually not the way our little pea brains dream of! And definitely not in the time period we hope.&lt;br /&gt;
This is a little cartoon from something God showed me when I prayed this prayer.&lt;br /&gt;
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The other day someone told me a joke that falls in the same line of reasoning as this cartoon. It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;
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There once was this lady would fervently prayed to God each night,&quot;Dear Lord, please I ask that you help me win the lottery tonight. Not only will I use this money for myself, but for the church, the needy, homeless and others. Please Lord, In Jesus&#39; name I pray amen.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Each night this was her dream she prayed for years, then one night God spoke to her and he said, &quot;Beloved, I will be happy to answer this prayer, but I need you to do one thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Yes, Lord, anything!&quot; She answered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Buy a ticket!&quot; he told her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I recently turned 50 years old and I have decided to embrace 50. I plan on looking at this as half way point, because I&#39;m pretty sure I&#39;ll live to 100 (a healthy 100). If not that is fine too. Why? Because it&#39;s God&#39;s will. &lt;br /&gt;
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I will embrace 50 years of learning about God, growing in my walk. 50 years with family and friends, some who have already been taken to heaven ahead of me. 50 years of mistakes. Years ago I prayed to God to give me wisdom. Here is what I have learned in my 50 years of life.&amp;nbsp; To gain wisdom you have to do some really stupid things! I thank God for this 50 years, and pray that with wisdom in the next some odd years I have yet,&amp;nbsp; my eyes are totally taken off self, and turned to God. To glorify Him and share Him with others.&lt;/div&gt;
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Last night I couldn&#39;t get to sleep and&amp;nbsp; somehow I got&amp;nbsp;to thinking about how horrible it would be if your child died. Then I thought about the first question people ask at this time, &quot;did he (or she) suffer?&quot;&amp;nbsp; It seems to help if the family knows the lost one didn&#39;t suffer.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This caused my thoughs to turn toward&amp;nbsp; Jesus, and God. God.&amp;nbsp; He gave his only (beloved, sinless) Son for us...for me, for you!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;John 3:16&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&quot; For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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We are all sinners! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Romans 3:23&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&quot;for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,&quot;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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What a horrible death Jesus experienced on the cross for us! God turned his eyes from him that horrible moment before Jesus&#39; death: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Matt 27:46,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; &quot;About three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, &#39;Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?&#39;&amp;nbsp; (which means &#39;My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?&#39;&quot;)&lt;/em&gt; when the sins of all were placed on Jesus. Such an extreme and &amp;nbsp;loving acting from both the Father and Son...who both love us. &lt;br /&gt;
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As the old hymnal we used to sing says, &quot; I don&#39;t know why Jesus loves me, I don&#39;t know why he cares. I don&#39;t know why he sacrificed his life-OH BUT I&#39;M GLAD...I&#39;M GLAD HE DID!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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How in the world can people say God doesn&#39;t love them?&lt;/div&gt;
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The other day I was reading in the Bible beginning with the &quot;beginning&quot; which is what &quot;Genesis&quot; means.&lt;br /&gt;
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My Bible has a little prelude to each of the books. The&amp;nbsp;prelude before the book of Genesis talks about there being something &lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow;&quot;&gt;refreshing and optimistic&lt;/span&gt; about the words &lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow;&quot;&gt;begin, start, commence, and open&lt;/span&gt;. They stir &lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow;&quot;&gt;hope and imaginative visions of our future&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now don&#39;t tell me when you read the highlighted words your spirit didn&#39;t flutter about with excitement and happiness when you read them&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The prelude&amp;nbsp;talks about the book of Genesis revealing the person and nature of God: Creator, Sustainer, Judge, Redeemer. The word SUSTAINER, stood out and made me think of one the examples our former Pastor had used so often in past.&amp;nbsp;He explained&amp;nbsp;that if the&amp;nbsp;sun was a tad bit closer to&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;earth&amp;nbsp;we&#39;d burn.&amp;nbsp;Or if it was a tad bit&amp;nbsp;farther, we&#39;d freeze. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He didn&#39;t say &quot;tad bit&quot; he had actual numbers there that I don&#39;t have at hand or&amp;nbsp; in my noggin&#39; so if someone out there does know the statistics...help&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;
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In&amp;nbsp;my youth I had several of my own awesome &quot;sustainer visions&quot; of the Lord &amp;nbsp;in my head. I&amp;nbsp;was amazed&amp;nbsp;at how the human body is made!&amp;nbsp; Just think of it...no batteries, no extension cords, etc. &lt;br /&gt;
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Being the &quot;visual person&quot; I am I pictured what it would be like it we &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; run on electricity. I saw myself walking around carrying one or those long, orange extension cords that are so commonly used outside while doing yard work, wrapped around my arm as I traveled to and fro. This made me so thankful to God that we are not made that way!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You Lord God that&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;are my sustainer, and what I need to do is keep&amp;nbsp;Your truths and promises wrapped around my heart as I go on my way striving to grow closer to You, Lord. You blew into my lungs the same breath of life as You blew into Adam and Eve and that is&amp;nbsp;the sustaining source that keeps us all alive durning our time here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You Lord that we are not robots that are programmed to love you&amp;nbsp;having no choice in the matter. Free will, the freedom to choose for ourselves who we will love and serve is just another gift you gave us. What meaning would the word love have if it were not free...free to choose? You &quot;let us go&quot; blessing us with gifts of grace, mercy, unconditional love and Your instructional manual/ love letter- the Holy Bible and a means to return to You (the sacrifice of Your only Son)&amp;nbsp; and much, much more, waiting for us to return of our own decision to live in Fellowship with You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our decision to return to You on our own proves to us both how very much we truly do love You. Thank You Father, In Jesus&#39; name a pray, amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/feeds/6786701418927485144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2012/05/its-2012-do-you-know-where-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/6786701418927485144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/6786701418927485144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2012/05/its-2012-do-you-know-where-your.html' title='It&#39;s 2012, Do You Know Where Your Sustainer Is?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481643469007837917</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-8163270182205057577.post-2960459868536933222</id><published>2012-05-01T15:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-01T15:10:15.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deflating Demons</title><content type='html'>Honestly, it used to seem unfair that Jesus lived a sinless life... because he was, after all, half God and half man. Of course the &quot;God side&quot; of him always overpowered the man side because-GOD! HELLO?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Then one glorious day God showed me if I truly am a Christian than I have the same advantage! Yes!!!! Little ol&#39; me! Because I have Jesus in me! Jesus= Holy Spirit=God!&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I had a vision of demons deflating in me. Similar to when you stick a pen in a balloon. New balloons pop quickly. Older balloons when you put a pin in them you have to shove it in there and it still doesn&#39;t pop. It slowly leaks out. Some of them you even have to help by pushing the air out of them!&lt;br /&gt;
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To think, most people say being a Christian is boring! Nothing on earth can compare to the joy I receive when God opens my eyes, revealing to me a little more about Himself!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/feeds/2960459868536933222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2012/05/deflating-demons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/2960459868536933222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/2960459868536933222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2012/05/deflating-demons.html' title='Deflating Demons'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481643469007837917</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-8163270182205057577.post-1647917955608041653</id><published>2012-04-25T11:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-25T11:40:45.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Evangelism Resources</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.internetevangelismday.com/index.php&quot;&gt;Internet Evangelism Resources&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/feeds/1647917955608041653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2012/04/internet-evangelism-resources.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/1647917955608041653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/1647917955608041653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2012/04/internet-evangelism-resources.html' title='Internet Evangelism Resources'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481643469007837917</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-8163270182205057577.post-7734168902611516966</id><published>2011-11-24T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T18:58:14.148-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books of the Bible"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experience"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feeling"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship with God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soul"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teachings of God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="touch of God"/><title type='text'>No Greater Feeling</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been reading the Bible when all the sudden &quot;&lt;em&gt;whoosh&lt;/em&gt;?&quot; That&#39;s the only word that seems to describe what happens when God opens my eyes, ears, and mind to His teaching! And let me tell you...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no greater feeling have I yet to experience comes close to the touch of God in my soul!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/feeds/7734168902611516966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-greater-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/7734168902611516966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/7734168902611516966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-greater-feeling.html' title='No Greater Feeling'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481643469007837917</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-8163270182205057577.post-7748695057208485428</id><published>2011-07-16T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T17:38:03.078-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bold"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ohio"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spongebob"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation"/><title type='text'>I Feel Sorry for People Who...</title><content type='html'>...don&#39;t watch &lt;em&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;/em&gt;.  This was a comment I made in the car on our long drive home from Ohio. The show is so cute and my family and I are constantly referring back to something funny from the show.&lt;br /&gt;    After I made this comment God showed me that the comment I should &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; make is, &quot;I feel sorry for people who don&#39;t know Jesus and don&#39;t enjoy the fellowship with the Trinity every day.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;    When we were up in Ohio, Ali (my nine year old daughter)came inside from playing with a little girl that lives next to Grandma and Grandpa and told me &quot;Brooke is a Christian, too!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;    This declaration came out of the blue so I was taken back a bit. &quot;How do you know that, baby?&quot; I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;    &quot;I asked her,&quot; was her reply as she walked on by to go get a drink of water.&lt;br /&gt;    I pray that she always care, and remains bold in her faith, and that I might be that bold as well...because after all: &lt;strong&gt;I really do feel sorry for people who don&#39;t know Jesus!&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/feeds/7748695057208485428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-feel-sorry-for-people-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/7748695057208485428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/7748695057208485428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-feel-sorry-for-people-who.html' title='I Feel Sorry for People Who...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481643469007837917</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-8163270182205057577.post-9021183950886318893</id><published>2011-06-28T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:02:27.888-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Adam"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eve"/><title type='text'>Eve</title><content type='html'>Adam and Eve. There was a time not too many years past that I considered Eve to be such a weak and selfish woman.  But God showed me: she was the first. The first woman, wife, mama, grandma, neighbor....but...who was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to learn from? Her &quot;mama?&quot; Her sister, Aunt, Grandma, neighbor, etc? She was &quot;the first&quot; of many women to listen to the Devils delicious, scrumptious, ingenious (how he makes them sound soooo righteous)LIES. &lt;br /&gt;SUCH AS;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It was because of my fathers, aunt, who&#39;s cousin&#39;s, nephew was &#39;messed up&#39; because his dog died when he was six- gene,&quot; that could be her &quot;excuse.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn&#39;t have &quot;outs&quot; like we do. Books, upon, books, upon what makes us &quot;tick.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;Man. She didn&#39;t even have the Bible! Think and ponder. Chew on this, meditate on this Christians...no Bible: Gods love letter, manuel, to mankind. Again, I say: &quot;Man.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Too be continued....)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/feeds/9021183950886318893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2011/06/eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/9021183950886318893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/9021183950886318893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2011/06/eve.html' title='Eve'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481643469007837917</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-8163270182205057577.post-2333627036417437680</id><published>2011-05-17T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:39:10.043-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books of the Bible"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funeral"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Proof of the Holy Spirit"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Randy Alcorn&#39;s book: HEAVEN"/><title type='text'>Inner Insight: Proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GENESIS 2:7&lt;/strong&gt;  &quot;the Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living being.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my &lt;em&gt;Life Application Bible&lt;/em&gt; the notes at the bottom say this about this passage: &quot;&#39;From the dust of the ground&#39; implies that there is nothing fancy about the chemical elements in our bodies. The body is a useless shell until God brings it alive with his &#39;breath of life.&#39; When God removes this life giving breath, our bodies once again return to dust. Therefore our life and worth come from God&#39;s Spirit.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;Several months ago I went to a funeral and as in all funerals I&#39;ve been to we all had our turn to view the body. As I approached the body it was obvious that Mr. Brother in Christ was no longer in attendance...all I was viewing was his temple of God for the last some odd years.  Before I had even read the verse above and it&#39;s notes I remember thinking &quot;that&#39;s just an empty shell. Like a locust shell you happen on that is empty.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is proof to me&lt;/em&gt; that I am saved by faith and through Jesus&#39; death on the cross. Because the Holy Spirit in me revealed this knowledge to me. I know I have probably read this in the Bible hundreds of times-but forgot. The Holy Spirit, however, brought it back from the depths of my memory (which has been nothing to brag about lately) to teach me more and deeper knowledge about our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another time that is proof&lt;/em&gt; that Holy Spirit is at work is as a child I always had this feeling that I was being &quot;watched.&quot; As if I were on stage playing out a role that was not rehearsed but about who I really was and was becoming. Like an actor on stage I could almost hear groans from my fans (saints in Heaven) as I did wrong, cheers as I made good decisions, and tears as I was hurt for one reason or another. Over forty years later as I was reading &lt;em&gt;Randy Alcorn&#39;s &lt;/em&gt;book: HEAVEN he talked about the Saints in Heaven cheering us on! There is a Bible verse that was there to verify this...I will find it and add it on in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no way &lt;/em&gt;as a little child who didn&#39;t go to church or  Sunday School at the time could possibly know this! This was given to me by God, who I have always known and been aware of since my first memories (read about this under my blog TESTIMONY).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throughout my life this has been the pattern:&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes the &lt;strong&gt;Bible verified&lt;/strong&gt; what God has already shown me...and sometimes &lt;strong&gt;God verifies&lt;/strong&gt; truths from the Bible in the happenings of my life.  Man.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/feeds/2333627036417437680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2011/05/genesis-27-lord-god-formed-man-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/2333627036417437680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/2333627036417437680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2011/05/genesis-27-lord-god-formed-man-from.html' title='Inner Insight: Proof'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481643469007837917</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-8163270182205057577.post-4510231850360747642</id><published>2011-05-17T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:28:32.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twiddlin&#39; Thumbs, Tx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVSt7r6rHxC0C_R_so0hqoZNcqKIPrygb2bPrFfIOqGupB2vk0UXN09ffzqTxvlM-rnmdAl-DggZnKnrosODUPaamvmuD_govkFfiOx-eUGoDKMsuEjOYVutFDwQotwL96dtliLKLlTuE/s1600/Are+You+Writing+a+Book+001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVSt7r6rHxC0C_R_so0hqoZNcqKIPrygb2bPrFfIOqGupB2vk0UXN09ffzqTxvlM-rnmdAl-DggZnKnrosODUPaamvmuD_govkFfiOx-eUGoDKMsuEjOYVutFDwQotwL96dtliLKLlTuE/s200/Are+You+Writing+a+Book+001.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607892773320599986&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/feeds/4510231850360747642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2011/05/twiddlin-thumbs-tx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/4510231850360747642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163270182205057577/posts/default/4510231850360747642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejournalofimalamb.blogspot.com/2011/05/twiddlin-thumbs-tx.html' title='Twiddlin&#39; Thumbs, Tx'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11481643469007837917</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/AVvXsEjVSt7r6rHxC0C_R_so0hqoZNcqKIPrygb2bPrFfIOqGupB2vk0UXN09ffzqTxvlM-rnmdAl-DggZnKnrosODUPaamvmuD_govkFfiOx-eUGoDKMsuEjOYVutFDwQotwL96dtliLKLlTuE/s72-c/Are+You+Writing+a+Book+001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>