<?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-7455946971539117782</id><updated>2025-05-16T14:40:10.207-07:00</updated><category term="Five Minute Fridays"/><category term="Community"/><category term="Desert Living"/><category term="grace"/><category term="31 Days"/><category term="Family"/><category term="The Writing Life"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="poetic license"/><category term="The Word"/><category term="Friendship"/><category term="eucharisteo"/><category term="Three Word Wednesday"/><category term="Marriage Is ..."/><category term="Milestones"/><category term="On Being Broken"/><category term="On the Fun Side"/><category term="1000 Gifts"/><category term="Behind the Scenes"/><category term="For the Least of These"/><category term="I Want to Remember"/><category term="Things I Learned"/><category term="Grace Notes"/><category term="Art in Your Life"/><category term="Chronic Illness"/><category term="Letters"/><category term="quotable"/><category term="Buzz Worthy"/><category term="Anger"/><category term="Lent"/><category term="Buzz Words"/><category term="Celebration"/><category term="Motherhood"/><category term="Wisdom From a Life in Bloom"/><category term="Advent"/><category term="Book Reviews"/><category term="Food"/><category term="For the Love of Cooking"/><category term="One Word"/><category term="Toastmaster Speeches"/><category term="Believe"/><category term="Creative"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Prayer"/><category term="Tradition"/><category term="fmfpartysnailmail"/><category term="Art"/><category term="Books"/><category term="Exodus Road"/><category term="Fulfilled"/><category term="Ideas for Organizing"/><category term="Learning"/><category term="Recipes"/><title type='text'>Three Bees in a Blue Bonnet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11225311578597379415</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>259</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455946971539117782.post-8006875671222624603</id><published>2015-09-03T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-03T19:49:48.391-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Community"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Five Minute Fridays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prayer"/><title type='text'>Five Minute Friday :: Yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Five-Minute-Friday-4.jpg&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can hardly stand it. #fmfparty. I made it. It has been a frighteningly long time since I parked it here – however briefly – with this lovely group of friends and writers. I thought for a second that I’d feel like a stranger. No chance. I just felt like I’d come home.&lt;br /&gt;
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For months and months I wrote faithfully – a Friday prompt on Thursday night. Then it happened. Life. Schedules. School. Summer. Camp. Health. The shipwreck that can be my life. And my words have fallen quiet. Still present, but not published.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I made it back.&lt;b&gt; I will always make it back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So I come again to the prompt and to one of my favorite communities of writers and friends. This blessed, beautiful place where we open our hearts and let words and tears and the inner workings of our lives bleed and flow and dance across the virtual pages. Yes, this community opens wide and invites you in to share. &lt;a href=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/2015/09/03/five-minute-friday-yes/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Come and visit and read.&lt;/a&gt; You will be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;This week: &lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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All I can think of this second is that I said, “yes,” the moment I saw her text: “will you pray …” &lt;br /&gt;
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It could never be anything other than a yes when prayer is the question, but this request came from a friend who is close to my heart. From a friendship that grew (in a roundabout fashion) out of this very community that I write with tonight. &lt;br /&gt;
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We saw each other in similar circles online. Shared the leadership of an (in)courage art group. And then we began to discover the more. The other moments of, “you too – I thought it was just me.” Those times when you discover that your shared “yeses” pave the way to a friendship that feels like it’s been going on for years, when truthfully, it’s probably honestly counted in months. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, we’re both knitters (one of us – not me – far better than the other)&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, we love Pentatonix and Lindsey Sterling.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, we both love books and words and the ontology of language that defines.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, we are grace-seekers and kingdom builders – in our own small, one-at-a-time way.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, we both have an addiction to pens and notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, we love fair trade and sustainability. &lt;br /&gt;
Yes, we love Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;
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Along the way, questions have been asked where “yes” was the answer:&lt;br /&gt;
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Will you be my friend on Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;
Will you &lt;i&gt;(please already)&lt;/i&gt; get on Voxer so I can hear your voice?&lt;br /&gt;
Will you read this book with me in a Voxer bookclub?&lt;br /&gt;
Will you let me share the hurting, broken, vulnerable parts of me – will you let me be honest?&lt;br /&gt;
Will you please try not to be completely freaked out by my honesty and stick with me?&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes. Simply and surely yes.&lt;br /&gt;
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So tonight, as my phone was pinging with Twitter updates from the #fmfparty and I heard the familiar ring of Voxer and saw her text, “will you pray …” it was an immediate yes. An on-my-knees on-my-face before the Lord of Hosts – yes in prayer and supplication and standing in the gap and breathing into the small things that feel so huge. The yes of asking and thanking him in advance for his answers and his promises. The yes of remembering how I felt when I’d been in similar situations. And the yes of not saying amen but keeping those prayers echoing under my breath as I move about the rest of my evening. &lt;br /&gt;
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God gives us community. God gives us friendship. God gives us grace. God gives us lives we can pour out of and lives we can pour in to. And all we need to do is say yes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I write tonight for my dear friend &lt;a href=&quot;http://sarahjoburch.blogspot.com/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Sarah Jo&lt;/a&gt;. Because she’s amazing. And because we continue to say yes to each other. If you have a moment – would you lift her up tonight – and her family too? I would love for you to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Want to know about Kate Motaung, how Five Minute Friday got started, and how to participate? &lt;a href=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/five-minute-friday/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;All the details are here.&lt;/a&gt; No editing or second guessing. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you and encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;d love to connect with you some more - stop on by &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/ThreeBeesInABlueBonnet?ref=hl&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;the Three Bees Facebook Page&lt;/a&gt; or connect with me on Twitter &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/3BeesBlueBonnet&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;@3BeesBlueBonnet&lt;/a&gt;. Let&#39;s continue the conversation!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/8006875671222624603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/09/five-minute-friday-yes.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/8006875671222624603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/8006875671222624603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/09/five-minute-friday-yes.html' title='Five Minute Friday :: Yes'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11225311578597379415</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/AVvXsEhbVvvmBvpX-9tr4UPvsx4o5eujk1ySNr2X3hjX2vBHL0mPyXVEuye1nl3P2wPZOSVjnRsrFMZEbgoOBsioUja-MKOY02PnN23NVo7QnWNtZ0KzI62fzSsba6eu0kGicfRuxo-xdhlq6CY/s72-c/FMF+Yes.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455946971539117782.post-1628664968578851452</id><published>2015-08-27T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-08-27T13:55:22.439-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1000 Gifts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letters"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marriage Is ..."/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milestones"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Things I Learned"/><title type='text'>The Root of the Root – Marriage in the Second Decade</title><content type='html'>I loved his writing before it was trendy. Before it made it in to movies. Before it was quoted in books. As a lover of books and words and poetry, I knew e. e. cummings before he was pop culture cool. And being a writer who loves breaking rules, his eccentric, whimsical ways with grammatical and linguistic rules has always appealed to me. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]&lt;/i&gt; has always been a favourite. As my anniversary rolled around this year – twenty one years with my guy – it was those words that came to mind. I’m not going to claim to have all the answers (or any answers) about marriage. It’s a mystery. But we’ve crossed the threshold of decades together, so maybe there is something I can say.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;We Carry Each Other&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;i carry your heart with me(i carry it in &lt;br /&gt;my heart)i am never without it(anywhere &lt;br /&gt;i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done &lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing,my darling) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
This is one thing I know for sure: I would not be here today without my husband. I’ve written &lt;a href=&quot;http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/02/five-minute-friday-when-he-says-he.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href=&quot;http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2014/10/celebrating-another-birthday-with-my.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;there&lt;/a&gt; about his patience, his caring, and &lt;a href=&quot;http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2014/06/five-minute-friday-hands.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;his hands&lt;/a&gt; that have held me through all the trials that we’ve walked through. He is there. Sometimes it seems like he has always been there. And I carry him with me, even when we are apart. I carry him with me when I am head over heels dizzy about him. I carry him with me even when I am furious and frustrated with him – when I want to throw a skillet at him. Trust me. It happens. Marriage between two flawed, beautifully human people produces laughter and tears. And through it all, I carry him with me. We carry each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;We Fear Nothing if We Are Together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;i fear &lt;br /&gt;no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want &lt;br /&gt;no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) &lt;br /&gt;and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant &lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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After twenty-one years together I feel like we’ve discovered our groove; our system; our jam. We have turned into one of “those couples” who can finish sentences and get inside each other’s heads. We have those moments (more and more often) when one person comments on something and the other laughs and says, “don’t even – I was just thinking that!” Together, we can tackle everything from a new debilitating diagnosis, to financial crisis, to traffic (a friend once told me we are Statler and Waldorf – remember the Muppet theater? – when we get in the car). We can do this because we’ve done it before. With a huge helping of God’s grace and strength. And because we work.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I share nothing else – perhaps with those who are still in the three to five year phase of their marriage vows – I have to share this: &lt;b&gt;love and marriage is work. &lt;/b&gt;To live and breathe move in and amidst each our lives in (mostly) harmony requires commitment, investment, a bucket of grace, and a flexible sense of humor. Even the best of friends (and it really is the greatest if you’re married to your best friend) will butt heads and be unable to see eyeball to eyeball. The parts that help you balance each other are also the parts that will make you go head to head and nose to nose. But stick with it. Holding fast together through the storms and the waves is the best thing you can do. You will deepen together. You will grow together. You will find refuge together. &lt;b&gt;You will find your love that endures. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;We Still Find Wonder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows &lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud &lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows &lt;br /&gt;higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) &lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that&#39;s keeping the stars apart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
I’ve read somewhere that after a certain period of time, marriage can become dull and boring. Its participants falling out of the sparkly, shiny Disney romance that marks the beginning of a courtship. But listen up people (or perhaps don’t listen – to those other voices) – it doesn’t have to be that way. I’m not saying that you’ll live in a permanent haze of glistening romance twenty-four-seven for ever and ever, but &lt;b&gt;don’t believe for one second that you have to fall out of anything&lt;/b&gt; or lose those shivery feelings. &lt;br /&gt;
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You will have days of the mundane ordinary, but you will also have days when you feel like giggly teenagers sneaking around the halls at school. &lt;b&gt;There is no expiration on romance. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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One of my favourite things about my husband is that he brings out my goofiness. I don’t have much, but he can find it. I love that he makes me laugh. I don’t laugh enough. I love that I can be wholly and fully myself with him – the good, the bad, the crazy. He might be the only person who sees all the facets. &lt;br /&gt;
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The thing that makes the laughter happen; that makes the sparkle still happen; the makes the romance linger – &lt;b&gt;find wonder together.&lt;/b&gt; It might be as grand as a trip to Paris with a stopover in the Tuscan country side (massive props if you pull that one off!), but it can also be as simple as a walk along the seaside watching the sun set. Finding wonder together means the willingness to slow down; to deliberately set aside time for each other; and to learn what the other person loves and share that with them. &lt;br /&gt;
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Marriage is good. It’s hard. Damn hard. But it’s good. It was created, blessed, and called “good” by One much higher than I, and I believe that Word. I believe it is the root of the root, and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky. I believe it with my heart. I believe it with my life. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;So to Shawn Patrick, on the advent of twenty-one years of doing this marriage thing together – I love you. I carry your heart, and love that you carry mine. I am never without you. You do all the things to me. With you, I am not afraid. I am ready for whatever life brings our way. You are my sun and stars. I will be the moon of your life. We share the deepest secret that nobody knows and it goes as deep as the root of the root and bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of this thing called life. I love you. Let’s do a few more decades together. That is all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;“God has a plan, and He is always willing to share His plans with us. He reveals His way to us through the truth of His written Word. We can trust Him and believe what He says more than what the surrounding circumstances are telling us.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
There are so many nuggets of truth like this; woven into the text of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fulfilled,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by Danise Jurado. When I was originally asked to review her first book, I wasn’t sure who Danise was and what story she would tell, but I’m so glad I dived in and found out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Danise has served as a pastoral counselor at Angelus Temple and The Dream Center in Los Angeles, California under the leadership of Pastors Matthew and Caroline Barnett since 2001. She is also the Director of The Dream Center Transitions Program. Danise is a gifted speaker and teacher; sharing at churches, conferences and faithfully teaching a weekly women&#39;s Bible study at The Dream Center. She is passionate about encouraging and equipping people to reach their most fulfilled life in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fulfilled: Learning to Live the Life God Promised,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is full of authentic, vulnerable moments and scripture references that have been close to her heart as Danise shares her journey with us. She walks us through from Forgiveness, to Restoration, to Change, all the way to Living Fulfilled. Each chapter guiding the reader through meditations, practical application, and homework (yes – homework!) designed to help us apply God’s truth in our lives and find freedom in His name.&lt;br /&gt;
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Danise reminds us that clinging to God’s truth is not always easy or comfortable, but that opening ourselves to Him in complete vulnerability is a risk worth taking; because God is our only safe place. Under the shelter of His wings, we can let go completely. We can be our imperfect, broken selves, and know that God our Father holds in in His hands and calls us His own.&lt;br /&gt;
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She challenges us to embrace seven principles for lasting change:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Revelation – change needs to happen&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Education – change what we know&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Proclamation – change what we say&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Meditation – change what we think &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Action – change what we do&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Motivation – change takes time, so don’t quit&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Recognition – change what we see&lt;/li&gt;
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Danise is frankly honest about the struggles she and her family have been through. She speaks candidly about addiction; about wrestling with food; about overcoming situations of loss – fighting back after multiple robberies made her family’s dreams for their own business seem impossible. In every situation, she steers her readers back to God’s word – encouraging us to ground ourselves fully in the truth and to arm ourselves with the protection of spiritual armor.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, it is about allowing God to be the author and definer of our faith and our lives. Surrendering fully to Him so that we can live fulfilled in the life that He has designed for us and is calling us to. &lt;br /&gt;
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It has been a privilege to read and review this book from Danise Jurado.
 I’ve enjoyed it so much and found it to be full of encouraging and eye 
opening truths. I’m happy to have a signed copy of Fulfilled to share 
with my readers, a generous gift from Danise. Just click through the 
link below to win her book and a Fulfilled tote bag. I look forward to 
announcing the winner at the end of the week!&lt;br /&gt;
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Danise is also hosting a $100 give away for participants who post an image of the cover of her book (on Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook) and tag her @DaniseJurado and use the #Fulfilled hashtag on social media!&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s back to school time again, if you can believe it. It seems like just last week we were standing crowded together under shade trees watching our girlie cross the bridge in her graduation from fifth grade. A milestone. Leaving the elementary years behind. I always think summer will be longer. But back to school is just weeks away (thankfully, still weeks), but Target has had their “back to school” section up for over a month and transition day for incoming sixth graders is next week. It’s time.&lt;br /&gt;
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My sister had a special blessing ceremony for her son a couple of weeks ago. He and my sweet girl are making the journey into Middle School at the same time. She asked that we gather to pray over him, and if we’d like, to write a prayer, a hope, a blessing for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;As I sat to write, they both came to mind. These beautiful kids, just eight months apart. It’s hard to believe that our babies are ready for this – possibly the hardest of all the school years. Weren’t they just little bugs running around in the back yard a month ago? He’s growing into a strong young man – quiet at times, but full of energy and exploration. And my girl? My Amazon princess dominates the scene (this is probably my last summer to be taller than her) but still smiles her sweet, gentle smile. She reads voraciously (inhales is more like it) and engineers the most amazing creations in Minecraft.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wrote this prayer; this blessing for them both. This reminder; this chronicle of hopes and dreams for where they’re heading. I did read it as we prayed over him that day – only making it through without choking on my own tears by holding very tightly to my husband&#39;s hand. It&#39;s an awesome thing, launching our kids out there. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;As You Begin Middle School&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a door.&lt;br /&gt;
A threshold.&lt;br /&gt;
A gateway to your next
grand adventure.&lt;br /&gt;
The beginning of a farewell
to the boy (and the girl) you have been;&lt;br /&gt;
As you look ahead
to the young man (and young woman) you will become.&lt;br /&gt;
Above all else, 
remember, you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;
The God of the universe&lt;br /&gt;
who cast bright lights
into the ink dark sky;&lt;br /&gt;
who marks the movements
of all creatures great and small;&lt;br /&gt;
He keeps His hand on you,&lt;br /&gt;
and He loves you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember the foundation
from which you come.&lt;br /&gt;
The strength of your family,&lt;br /&gt;
the history of their faith,&lt;br /&gt;
the lessons and ties&lt;br /&gt;
that bind your hearts one with another,&lt;br /&gt;
And remember, you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember the feel of the grass
beneath your feet;&lt;br /&gt;
the cool squish of mud
between your toes.&lt;br /&gt;
Remember the feel of a bare branch&lt;br /&gt;
in the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;
as you climb through the trees.&lt;br /&gt;
Remember to breathe in the air&lt;br /&gt;
and look to the sky;&lt;br /&gt;
not getting lost in all things&lt;br /&gt;
of hard steel and gleaming technology.&lt;br /&gt;
And remember, you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember to be brave&lt;br /&gt;
in the face of all things unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
Press the boundaries&lt;br /&gt;
and make your way.&lt;br /&gt;
Discover what lies&lt;br /&gt;
beneath, behind, and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;
Do not be afraid to stand alone.&lt;br /&gt;
You are never alone.&lt;br /&gt;
Remember, you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember to be kind.&lt;br /&gt;
There is pain and shame and terror&lt;br /&gt;
in everyone’s story –&lt;br /&gt;
and some stories are not yet told.&lt;br /&gt;
Remember that gentleness&lt;br /&gt;
turns away wrath&lt;br /&gt;
and is its own brand
of matchless strength.&lt;br /&gt;
Never forget grace –&lt;br /&gt;
For yourself and for those around you.&lt;br /&gt;
And remember, you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember life can be hard;&lt;br /&gt;
and things worth achieving&lt;br /&gt;
are worth the work and the trial&lt;br /&gt;
and every measure of yourself&lt;br /&gt;
you pour in to them to accomplish your goals.&lt;br /&gt;
But remember too,&lt;br /&gt;
that life is full of hidden joy&lt;br /&gt;
and sacred spaces&lt;br /&gt;
that can unlock your deepest laughter –&lt;br /&gt;
enough to make the stars shine.&lt;br /&gt;
And always, remember you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember that even this doorway&lt;br /&gt;
is only a passage through&lt;br /&gt;
to another journey.&lt;br /&gt;
There are more thresholds to cross,&lt;br /&gt;
more paths to wander down&lt;br /&gt;
more places to discover.&lt;br /&gt;
Any stumbling block&lt;br /&gt;
or celebration in these next years&lt;br /&gt;
simply become building blocks&lt;br /&gt;
in the creation of your character&lt;br /&gt;
and your experience.&lt;br /&gt;
They will make you who you’ll become.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember that the Lord goes before you.&lt;br /&gt;
He walks behind you.&lt;br /&gt;
He walks beside you.&lt;br /&gt;
He carries you in the palm of His hand.&lt;br /&gt;
He is strength in your weakness,&lt;br /&gt;
He is your rock and your hiding place,&lt;br /&gt;
He is your light and your salvation.&lt;br /&gt;
Remember that you are His,&lt;br /&gt;
and He knows your name.&lt;br /&gt;
And always,&lt;br /&gt;
remember you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://purposefulfaith.com/&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;purposefulfaith.com&quot; src=&quot;http://purposefulfaith.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Kelly-Balarie-23.png&quot; height=&quot;125&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These words aren&#39;t just for our kids. I&#39;m linking up with Kelly Balarie and friends at the #RaRaLinkup to encourage others. I hope you&lt;b&gt; are &lt;/b&gt;encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/1605147627398432048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/08/a-prayer-for-middle-school-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/1605147627398432048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/1605147627398432048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/08/a-prayer-for-middle-school-years.html' title='A Prayer for the Middle School Years'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11225311578597379415</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/AVvXsEjg7AR3d830gHgTehHkolYm-dMSfYECqu-xHp2F6aTUgi2UZ_KcPXvi_4FbpdIOqBixdFCbIqLyeyUYBztgQlyLej2jq-uUke8JBgVVGUyH-xH1JGlXKE75SZt5_zTuGtiNDK3L_Ue-Gcg/s72-c/Remember+you+are+loved.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455946971539117782.post-4422985065585411045</id><published>2015-08-10T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-08-11T09:14:12.804-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Community"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fmfpartysnailmail"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="On the Fun Side"/><title type='text'>When Friendship is Born :: An FMFParty Snail Mail Give Away (for Round 7)</title><content type='html'>There are so many reasons we write. We are called. He speaks to us though His word or through prayer and we have something to share. For some of us, it is almost as simultaneous as breathing. The words wrap themselves around the lines of our heart and wend their way out into existence to empower, encourage, and exalt those around us in our communities.&lt;br /&gt;
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Joining in the letter writing adventure that is #fmfpartysnailmail takes all of those reasons and focuses that love and encouragement on one person at a time. One letter at a time. One week at a time. We reach across time zones and state lines (even countries at this point!) and bring a smile to the faces of the women on our lists and the knowledge that a sister in Christ is praying for them and thinking of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you participate in the #fmfparty and this community, you’re probably already building friendships and growing relationships based on faith, shared interests, and a love of words. This is just another layer of that friendship.&lt;br /&gt;
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The fmfparty community has been such an important part of my life over the past months. From the very first conversation on Twitter that sparked it, to all the rounds up until now. Life happens and I try to listen, so I chose to sit this round out, while still remaining on the leadership team, and am so grateful for grace from my fellow leaders for this downtime. But I didn&#39;t want to miss it all completely, so I&#39;m excited to host this week&#39;s giveaway with lovely items donated by participants in Round 7.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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This week&#39;s giveaway is $25 to Dayspring from Kaitlyn, an Amazon gift card, stationery, and stickers from Shannan, a bracelet from Patti, &quot;Building the Christian Family You Never Had&quot; by Mary E DeMuth from Debi, &quot;Let&#39;s All Be Brave&quot; by Annie Downs from Tara, and a crocheted hat by Andrea! &lt;b&gt;Entries are open to fmfparty snail mail Round 7 participants only, &lt;/b&gt;and we look forward to sharing the winner at the end of the week!&lt;br /&gt;
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In 1 Thessalonians 5 (MSG), Paul writes: “So speak encouraging words to one another. Build up hope so you’ll all be together in this, no one left out, no one left behind. I know you’re already doing this; just keep on doing it.”

You’re doing this. We’re doing this. Keep on doing it!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a class=&quot;e-widget&quot; href=&quot;https://gleam.io/oVtIM/fmfpartysnailmail-giveaway-week-3&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;#fmfpartysnailmail giveaway - week 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;d love to connect with you some more - stop on by the &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/ThreeBeesInABlueBonnet?ref=hl&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Three Bees Facebook Page &lt;/a&gt;or connect with me on Twitter &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/3BeesBlueBonnet&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;@3BeesBlueBonnet&lt;/a&gt;. Let&#39;s continue the conversation! &amp;nbsp;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Five-Minute-Friday-4.jpg&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Five Minute Friday. It’s been so long since I’ve written with you. I’ve managed to make it to some of the Thursday night Twitter parties. I’ve seen the prompts calling me. But my words have been quiet inside. &lt;br /&gt;
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This week though, the idea of gift tugged and pulled at me. My mother heart has been reminded lately of things I need to hear. Lessons I need to learn. Moments I need to remember.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I come back to the prompt and to one of my favorite communities of writers and friends. This blessed, beautiful place where we open our hearts and let words and tears and the inner workings of our lives bleed and flow and dance across the virtual pages. Yes, this community opens wide and invites you in to share. &lt;a href=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/2015/06/04/five-minute-friday-gift/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Come and visit and read. &lt;/a&gt;You will be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;This week: &lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I’ve been holding my daughter close lately – closer than I usually do. We’re big on snuggle time and hugs in our home, but I find myself reaching out in unexpected moments to lay a hand on her cheek; bring her eyes in line with mine; and remind her again how very much she is loved.&lt;br /&gt;
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I try to do this without tears in my eyes, but am not always successful.&lt;br /&gt;
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There have been so many stories horror stories affecting children dominating my news sources recently: stories of children’s lives lost through war, daughters torn from their homes through human trafficking; families affected by abuse; and even closer to home – a young local girl (not two years older than my own) who took her own life after a video of a consequence for actions at home went viral online&lt;i&gt; (note – no official connection has been made and an investigation is still pending).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My heart aches for the families affected and caught up in these crises. My heart breaks for the ones lost; for actions that cannot be recalled; for lives that will be changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;And it reminds me&lt;i&gt; – oh, it reminds me so much – &lt;/i&gt;that our children are a gift. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My daughter is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mothering is the biggest, hardest, most daunting challenge I have ever undertaken in my life. It pushes and stretches me beyond what I think I can endure. It forces me to confront my own behavior and choices &lt;b&gt;and demands that I make better decisions &lt;/b&gt;because of the eyes and heart that follows my every move; the lips that mimic my every word; the life that patterns herself after my every action.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;But motherhood is a gift. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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From inside of all the stretching and bending and crafting of my soul that comes through the steep learning curve of parenting – joy shines through. My jaded heart cannot withstand the unblinking, unfettered love for my girl. Even in the midst of my most frustrating moments, I have only to look into those soft green eyes and I am undone – reminded of the weighty welcome burden to shepherd this sweet spirit into the delicate balance of independence (as her own person) and dependence (on her God).&lt;br /&gt;
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We are so blessed to live where we do not have to struggle for our daily bread. &lt;br /&gt;
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We are so blessed to have the freedoms we do: of worship, of education, of art, of expression.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are so blessed to have a backyard, a garden, a trampoline, a bed to lay our head on and laugh together.&lt;br /&gt;
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We enjoy these gifts – and sometimes forget that they are a gift.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hold your dear ones close – treasure the gift that they are and the gifts that they bring.&lt;br /&gt;
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Celebrate those gifts with thanksgiving in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;How to Join&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Want to know about Kate Motaung, how Five Minute Friday 
got started, and how to participate? &lt;a href=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/five-minute-friday/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;All the details are here.&lt;/a&gt; No 
editing or second guessing. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts 
about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you &amp;amp; 
encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is the rule. And the 
fun. And the heart of this community.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;d love to connect with 
you some more - stop on by the &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/ThreeBeesInABlueBonnet?ref=hl&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Three Bees Facebook Page &lt;/a&gt;or connect with 
me on Twitter&lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/3BeesBlueBonnet&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; @3BeesBlueBonnet.&lt;/a&gt; Let&#39;s continue the conversation!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/6386096427605394771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/06/five-minute-friday-gift.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/6386096427605394771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/6386096427605394771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/06/five-minute-friday-gift.html' title='Five Minute Friday :: Gift'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11225311578597379415</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/AVvXsEhSuqH0I7m_jlpkdYfDm5-DmU6muHYYSW4TYBCS2Cu64uCQwOwVchQsZJ14eYG5Fpou3mJuKig12siQc1zyOyShPGcEPcXrRaTGFhovUes7IbVTz3YLtCv_TFI2Xqo_CBLxJAEgx_-8Jec/s72-c/Motherhood+is+a+Gift.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455946971539117782.post-4985607378345330278</id><published>2015-05-19T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-05-19T00:00:01.531-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Community"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fmfpartysnailmail"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="On the Fun Side"/><title type='text'>#fmfpartysnail mail :: a round six giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;What a wonderful thing is the mail, capable of conveying across continents a warm human hand-clasp. (Author Unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Greetings and salutations, snail mailers! It&#39;s hard to believe that we&#39;re in our last week of Round 6, but here we are. Whether you are completely up to date on your letters or are gracefully in the process of getting caught up, we hope you&#39;ve had a delightful time sending and receiving encouragement through the post!&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the final blog give away for Round 6, and it&#39;s a lovely one.&lt;br /&gt;
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One lucky winner &lt;i&gt;(and I mean that - I wish I could enter this one!)&lt;/i&gt; will receive the following:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;a $5 Starbucks gift card and a beautiful necklace and earring set from &lt;a href=&quot;https://doseofencouragement.wordpress.com/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Angie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a lovely hand embellished journal and set of hand-made cards from &lt;a href=&quot;http://abidingloveaboundinggrace.blogspot.com/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Karrilee&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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When the daily grind presses too hard; when the road less travelled becomes dark and foreboding; when life throws you a case of the mean reds and nothing feels right, it’s sometimes those little things that lift your spirit and remind you that joy lurks in unexpected places.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is likely the explanation why I own such an extensive collection of little things – pens, notebooks (you’ve all heard about those, right?), scarves, books, more lotion than I have body to cover, long necklaces galore, and more pens.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnAdcvWMe94qBqRqLFfVqRGSM6XcbDvvPu4oKzxYRWscDIlunfAyMi3Apxo0_1d5EswequkRHyH-x2ic4taZP05KeY4F0Ym1bz58d4S6S2f8qMv2MIoXwNjfFcJCuEyHiIVhdRh-hPLQ/s1600/March+2015+Giveaway+2.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnAdcvWMe94qBqRqLFfVqRGSM6XcbDvvPu4oKzxYRWscDIlunfAyMi3Apxo0_1d5EswequkRHyH-x2ic4taZP05KeY4F0Ym1bz58d4S6S2f8qMv2MIoXwNjfFcJCuEyHiIVhdRh-hPLQ/s1600/March+2015+Giveaway+2.png&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;270&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes when I’m in a place of discontent, having a play date with the pretty things can bring a smile to my face. I realize it probably sounds a bit shallow to say that smiles come from things. I should probably mention my favorite Bible verse or the women I turn to when I ask for prayer. I should mention my favorite devotional or a piece of uplifting music.&lt;br /&gt;
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I should. Sometimes these are my 1000 Gifts.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Psalm 27:13-14, Tracy-Amy-Heidi-Karrilee-Tonya-Kim-Jen-Jenn-Kaitlyn-Sarah Jo (and so many more), Our Daily Bread, Bach’s Suite for the Cello No. 1 in G Major (preferably by Yo-Yo Ma).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQBZvVnM7hyphenhyphenER4SAV8IfuI-1m3crVc8VzneqI1qhXBMUIQ0HRHCH1-kW2afRacRDqOjUliSM7nslIYKYV44AAhYG3KGzdq1Ka4hGWkyk1pK0j_wyU8eA4IO0AzgoUM_UTbDA0fPv3Xwk/s1600/March+2015+Giveaway+3.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQBZvVnM7hyphenhyphenER4SAV8IfuI-1m3crVc8VzneqI1qhXBMUIQ0HRHCH1-kW2afRacRDqOjUliSM7nslIYKYV44AAhYG3KGzdq1Ka4hGWkyk1pK0j_wyU8eA4IO0AzgoUM_UTbDA0fPv3Xwk/s1600/March+2015+Giveaway+3.png&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;265&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I’m not going to lie. There are days when wrapping a filmy, colorful scarf around my neck perks my mood right up. And getting a whiff of a favorite scent can transport me and bring up memories (that again, make me smile). And books. Goodness. There aren’t enough – there can never be enough – and the written word will always transport me. Sometimes, these are my 1000 Gifts.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m looking forward to sharing some of these favorite small things with you this week. They won’t fix the ills of the world. They won’t change your circumstances. But I hope they will make you smile and bring you a splash of joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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One winner will receive a lovely navy scarf with polka-dots (it’s a wonderfully long size that you can drape and wrap to your heart’s content), a copy of &lt;i&gt;365 Pocket Prayers for Mothers&lt;/i&gt; (in lovely shade of lavender with a bird on the cover – you know I had to get this one!), and finally, a travel size bottle of Maui Mango Surf lotion from Bath and Body Works (one of my favorites in their new line).&lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday Grace Notes are an opportunity for me to share a small bit of harmony amidst the other things I write about. Truly, they are meant to be shorter than my usual pieces (laugh with me here), and just a little something to add a touch of beauty to my life and yours. One week it might be a wonderful book I’ve read and can’t put down. Maybe it will be one of the movies I love (or its soundtrack). You might find a favourite recipe here. Or the new soap I’ve just discovered. You’ll find that many of them are inspired by my mother and the things she taught me about living a gentle, elegant life. I hope you’ll join me as more things are shared.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;d love to connect with you some more - stop on by &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/ThreeBeesInABlueBonnet?ref=hl&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;the Three Bees Facebook Page &lt;/a&gt;or connect with me on Twitter &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/3BeesBlueBonnet&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;@3BeesBlueBonnet.&lt;/a&gt; Let&#39;s continue the conversation!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/8396703085242608734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/03/tuesday-grace-notes-small-things-that.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/8396703085242608734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/8396703085242608734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/03/tuesday-grace-notes-small-things-that.html' title='Tuesday Grace Notes – Small Things that Bring a Splash of Joy + A Give Away'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11225311578597379415</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/AVvXsEijFHz6KrEnmK3OfBIn5zXwrCf8RF_uFa7mMUUyLOpi8zzJFiHnkHzSkKnM6QSFE51jvcnH3fa8SifqYkzUsonogNMrrkWoE8zNjCTWa2AzyufOIgZWYgv8IEmpc5IcCgbG49-QELOCZeg/s72-c/March+2015+Giveaway+1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455946971539117782.post-3149338141434396156</id><published>2015-03-18T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-03-19T12:56:45.912-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="For the Love of Cooking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ideas for Organizing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipes"/><title type='text'>Ideas for Organizing – Managing Meal Planning (and a recipe!)</title><content type='html'>We are slowly but surely working on being better time managers and corralers of clutter; breaking down large jobs into manageable tasks, and focusing on the things we can do something about. &amp;nbsp;For example, last weekend, instead of being completely overwhelmed by the state of our home, we focused on the kitchen: pulled everything off the counters and cleaned them; cleared out a whole cupboard; to make room for a new three tiered spice rack; and reorganized items so that things we actually use on a daily basis are within arm’s reach. Hello tea station!&lt;br /&gt;
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Another thing that I’ve been working on in an effort to be organized (and to not face the daunting question – “so what’s for dinner?”) is meal planning and targeted shopping. I won’t be the first person to write about this, but here’s what’s been working for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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New for me in 2015 is a binder of all the organizational tools that I like and am actually using. This includes everything from a daily planner to chore charts to budget worksheets to grocery lists. I’ve look at many cute printables and forms on blogs, Pinterest, and sharing recommendations with friends. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cdn2.moneysavingmom.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/1wk_menuplan_shop.pdf&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;But this one, from Crystal Paine&lt;/a&gt; at Money Saving Mom has been my favorite. She has several options &lt;a href=&quot;http://moneysavingmom.com/downloads/meal-menu-planners&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;on her menu page&lt;/a&gt;, but since I manage best one week at a time, this is the one that works for me. My husband and I can sit down, talk meals, and plan out shopping based on the actual contents of the ‘fridge and pantry.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another organizational tool that’s been a huge asset is the master shopping list. This idea comes from Tsh Oxendreider’s book, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Organized-Simplicity-Clutter-Free-Approach-Intentional/dp/1440302634&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Organized Simplicity,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and is a personalized list of your most commonly purchased items from your favorite stores. &amp;nbsp;I’ve dropped the items by category into a simple Excel sheet and keep them on the refrigerator. As we run out of items, we can mark it off on the list and when we’re ready to shop, we have an accurate, active list ready to go to the store.&lt;br /&gt;
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The latest thing I’ve been experimenting with in the pursuit of an organized life is making multiple meals ahead of time for the week. It’s nice to have a later start to the day and be able to get our daughter to school at 9am, but getting off at 6pm is no picnic. One errand to run and you’re not home until 7pm and not eating until 8pm. This is not what you want on a school night.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’ve been spending a few hours on the weekend cooking up a storm and prepping meals for the week ahead. A caveat here – I love cooking and it relaxes me to no end. I throw a little jazz on the stereo and break out the cutting boards and knives. This is another time that the meal planning sheets come in handy. I store them in my new binder and have a clear record of what we eat on a weekly basis. It’s so nice to flip back over the weeks and make sure that we’re not eating the same thing every week.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of our favorite meals is my sister’s Garlic Chicken Spaghetti. It cooks up quickly and still manages to taste as if it were simmering all day long. We’re big garlic lovers in our family, so if the amount of that spicy bulb seems like too much – feel free to dial it back a bit!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;2 – 2.5 lbs. chicken thighs (personal choice here – we prefer chicken thighs and have been buying the boneless skinless variety. A little more, but it saves so much time in prep and I’ve found we actually get more chicken)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;2 cans diced tomatoes&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 cup sun dried tomatoes (I buy a jar from Costco and just scoop out what I need)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 large can mushrooms (stems and pieces)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;5-6 cloves garlic (or several scoops from the jar if you use that)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 cup chicken broth&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 large bunch Italian flat leaf parsley – chopped&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1/2 teaspoon dried basil&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Parmesan cheese for grating&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;1 – 2 cups artichoke hearts&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Cut chicken in to small pieces – about a 2 inch dice&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Season chicken with salt and pepper and brown in a large Dutch Oven or stock pot over medium high heat – about 5 to 7 minutes&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Push chicken to the edges of the pan and brown the garlic in the center space&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Begin adding other ingredients: basil, diced tomatoes, sun &amp;nbsp;dried tomatoes, mushrooms (other options ingredients as you like) – warm and brown – about 5 – 7 minutes&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Add chicken broth (and white wine if using&amp;nbsp;– if no wine, use 1 1/2 cups broth) and allow the mixture to simmer for about 10&amp;nbsp;minutes&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Prepare spaghetti noodles in salted water; cook just under al dente; then drain – reserving about a cup of the liquid&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Add a little of the spaghetti water to the chicken mixture and allow to blend down and reduce – there should be quite of bit of liquid at this point – plenty for the spaghetti to absorb&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Stir in the chopped parsley&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Add the cooked spaghetti noodles to the chicken mixture and simmer on low for about 10 minutes to allow most of the sauce to be absorbed by the pasta&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Use a grater or micro-grater to shave fresh parmesan over the top and enjoy&lt;/li&gt;
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What are some of your best organization tips or favorite recipes? I&#39;d love to hear and share!&lt;br /&gt;
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As I get older, I appreciate the power or prayer more and more. Not just as a conversational vehicle to communicate with God, but as a way to interact with him; place requests at his feet; and watch miracles unfurl because of those conversations and petitions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Asking the Lord for help – seeking his face – is a blessing, not only for ourselves, but in some ways, even more so when we’re praying for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a small, intimate group of friends that I shared the recent IF: Gathering with. We connected over Voxer and watched the event together; shared responses; laughed and cried together; and committed to encourage and pray for each other beyond the event. I connect with these women on a weekly basis and am so grateful for the friendships that are growing and deepening, and how we hold each other up in prayer and with our messages through all the things that life hands us.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of these women is my friend &lt;a href=&quot;http://kaitlynbouchillon.com/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kaitlyn.&lt;/a&gt; She’s a senior at Samford University in Birmingham, Alabama; organizer of the #fmfpartysnailmail project, and is leaving this Thursday for a mission trip to Haiti. She made this trip for the first time last year (&lt;a href=&quot;http://kaitlynbouchillon.com/2014/05/close-five-minute-friday/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;you can read about it here&lt;/a&gt;), and before she left, I felt the Lord lay on my heart the need for Kaitlyn and her team to be&lt;a href=&quot;http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2014/03/five-minute-friday-joy.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; covered in prayer during the time they were gone&lt;/a&gt;. This turned into a venture I called 192 Hours of Prayer (complete with hashtag) and it made such a tremendous difference – ones we may not even know about – while Kaitlyn was away.&lt;br /&gt;
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This year, I feel that same call again, and invite friends, family, the Five Minute Friday community, participants of the #fmfsnailmailparty, and others, to join with me in praying for Kaitlyn and her team as they travel to Haiti and actively become the hands and feet of Christ to the villages and people they&#39;ll encounter.&lt;br /&gt;
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You can sign up for a single hour during the 192 hours, or choose the same hour across the days she’s gone. Or you can even &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;sign up, but still join with us in praying for this sweet girl. Whatever you feel called to do – I invite you to visit the spreadsheet below to sign up for times, or mark your calendar with her travel dates (March 12 through March 20).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;This week: &lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Open&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the challenges of the day, part of me is still sitting quietly in &lt;a href=&quot;http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/02/the-consecration-of-fire-and-ash-ash.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;last night’s Ash Wednesday &lt;/a&gt;service. The candles flicker their soft glow against the stained glass windows darkened with dusk. Our names are read one by one. With reverence – as they and the transgressions we confess are laid before the throne of grace and consumed in the intensity of the fire. Flames dance off the hammered copper bowl. Burnt paper and a slight hint of incense perfumes the air.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love the purity of the fire.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am astonished at how much this moves me.&lt;br /&gt;
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It always moves me, but tonight is different.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Is this, Lord, what it feels like to bend low and allow my heart to break with the things that break yours?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I wonder if I am seeing anew. Hearing anew. Taking that brave risk into vulnerability to believe and choose and step into sacrifice. 

Lord, let me be open to all those things.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Let my eyes be opened &lt;/b&gt;to see you fully. May I see the needs in the world around me and respond with the compassion that flows from your heart. Let me see even the little things – the ones that seem slight, trivial, not worth a mention. Sometimes it is the little things.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Let my ears be open&lt;/b&gt; to hear your Word. Your Word and the words of others who seek you. As I come with deliberate intention into this time of meditation. Let me hear.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Most of all, let my heart be open.&lt;/b&gt; Let the hard walls I keep wrapped around me soften in the warmth of your love. Allow me to let the floodgates open. Allow me to blow open the windows of my heart to receive the fresh air of your spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lord, let me be open.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/2167089372146071365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/02/five-minute-friday-lord-let-me-be-open.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/2167089372146071365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/2167089372146071365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/02/five-minute-friday-lord-let-me-be-open.html' title='Five Minute Friday - Lord, Let Me Be Open'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11225311578597379415</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/AVvXsEhdZBqjNyC6FhMA08Pd3iQLryU8r4JgdkiajemisOrxUVEtM4IqOh7qKFDq3JKfwbF3L8NDWnzrMLwiXJ-DVOQI1OMUzue_J4zWVcipeZ_rDaRhk1Fcb0Vxn0FRTtldCOsihsekfnKb8yY/s72-c/Lord+let+me+be+open.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455946971539117782.post-3582648069196101797</id><published>2015-02-18T16:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2015-02-18T17:23:53.891-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Believe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lent"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tradition"/><title type='text'>The Consecration of Fire and Ash (Ash Wednesday 2015)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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It is the holy time of year again – though in truth, it is all holy and hallowed. But this time of remembrance is even more set apart. Quiet. Meditative. This time of surrender and sacrifice. Bending low beneath the shadow of his wings.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Fire and ash consecrate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;As we contemplate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;As we commemorate and consider all that has been done for us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Grace upon grace – how much has come down – flowing in tears, and blood. How much has been given so that I can be forgiven?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Fire and ash consecrate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;As we contemplate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;As we commemorate and consider all that has been done for us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And so I come to this time between times – to this time of anticipation – and decide what it is &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; will be surrendering; what &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; will be sacrificing; what it is &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; will lay down of my own accord; so I can take up the things that matter more: humility, compassion, kindness, and hope.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Fire and ash consecrate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;As we contemplate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;As we commemorate and consider all that has been done for us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I do not always choose sacrifice. There are seasons where I am all too consumed with the immediacy and tyranny of the urgent. Caught up with the day to day. &amp;nbsp;Distracted by the details of marking the passage of time. Overwhelmed by the busyness of doing – not dwelling enough in the practice of being. I choose this year – and it terrifies me. Choosing a small thing; the root of a larger thing; this thing that can effect actual heart change. I am afraid. I am afraid to believe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Fire and ash consecrate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;As we contemplate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;As we commemorate and consider all that has been done for us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Words. Voice. Mouth. They are not always an instrument for good. Or change. Or encouragement. So often my words drip with sarcasm. They pierce with criticism. They curse with fierce nihilism. There is emptiness in the cursing – a momentary release – and then regret. I want to lift this up. I want to hand this over. I need the strength of the rock that is higher. This hard thing. I want to find the brave strength bigger than the hard thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Fire and ash consecrate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;As we contemplate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;As we commemorate and consider all that has been done for us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Turning eyes heavenward with my intention – praying already for grace and forgiveness for the falling down – I keep these words close as my prayer for forty days and beyond those days:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14 ESV&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Lord I believe. Help my unbelief.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This conversation happened this morning in our house …&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;My husband: &lt;/b&gt;You’re so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;(with heavy disbelief and sarcasm): Whhhaaattt?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;My husband: &lt;/b&gt;I’m so glad you’re mine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; (disbelief still firmly in place) Dude, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;My husband:&lt;/b&gt; I love you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; (with a big sigh, hiding under the covers) I’m not sure I believe you.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I look at this conversation in print, I’m embarrassed and appalled. I might try to blame first-thing-in-the-morning-itis, but the truth is, this is an honest struggle for me. Despite the fact that my husband is truly and completely my best friend who I’ve been with for over twenty years and despite the fact that I know he &lt;b&gt;does&lt;/b&gt; love me – he shows me every day with tangible actions; I struggle on a deep, hidden level to &lt;b&gt;truly&lt;/b&gt; believe in that love, and that he does desire me, and is happy that I’m his.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;This has nothing to do with him, but everything to do with me.&lt;/b&gt; And my struggle to feel attractive, adequate, desirable, worthy, and enough. Let’s call that bad wiring. Because this is the man who literally binds up my broken places on a daily basis, cooks and cleans more than most husbands I know, is infinitely patient beyond anyone I know, and who keeps the romance alive in our relationship enough to make our tween daughter make faces and flee the room. I am a truly blessed woman.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the split second after I challenged the three loving sentences my husband spoke to me this morning, I realized I very often have the same reaction when God speaks to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;God: &lt;/b&gt;Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves. (Song of Solomon 1:15 ESV)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; (with heavy disbelief and sarcasm): Whhhaaattt?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;God:&lt;/b&gt; I’ve redeemed you. I’ve called your name. You’re mine. When you’re in over your head, I’ll be there with you. That’s how much you mean to me! That’s how much I love you! I’d sell off the whole world to get you back, trade the creation just for you. (Isaiah 43: 2 &amp;amp; 4 MSG)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;(disbelief still firmly in place) Dude, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;God: &lt;/b&gt;I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore with loving-kindness have I drawn you and continued My faithfulness to you. (Jeremiah 31:3 AMP)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;(with a big sigh, hiding under the covers) I’m not sure I believe you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Again, this has nothing to do with the amazing, infinite God of the universe who loved me (loved us) enough to send his son to redeem his chosen ones, but everything to do with my struggle to feel worthy – and as if I must do something to earn and deserve this love. &lt;i&gt;Head knowledge vs. heart knowledge.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;I believe. Lord, help my unbelief.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I’m not the only one who struggles with this, so on this day before Valentine’s Day – the day when the commercial big wigs have decided that we will celebrate being loved and being I love, I would like to speak this truth over my life and yours:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;God loves you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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He cares for you. Is interested in you. Is invested in having a real, organic, active relationship with you. He loves you beyond measure and he knows your name. &amp;nbsp;This has nothing to do with what you can earn or what you will do. &lt;b&gt;It just is.&lt;/b&gt; Doubt, fear, and questions about self-worth may creep in –&lt;i&gt; I know.&lt;/i&gt; But keep coming back to and never let go of the written declarations and the written promises that he has given us.&lt;br /&gt;
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He loves us.&lt;br /&gt;
He loves me.&lt;br /&gt;
He loves you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let’s believe together in the truth of that.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5065936696799030407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/02/five-minute-friday-when-he-says-he.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/5065936696799030407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/5065936696799030407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/02/five-minute-friday-when-he-says-he.html' title='Five Minute Friday - When He Says He Loves You'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11225311578597379415</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/AVvXsEjGLLXmv_kvgdrgk6Bkpx8FK947SM4_rYMSuhIblNAVAp7idkZuCGig1UJbDYmkxC5Ku1rtbeJdwiQevRvrVces-2tQzNAKG6CtcOclhVfpZp2t0zxmH5FtWQKwsaAnath03GIuX5nSJv4/s72-c/Jeremiah+31+3+I+have+loved+you.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455946971539117782.post-6201520171752693262</id><published>2015-02-10T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-02-10T08:08:05.170-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Creative"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grace Notes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="On the Fun Side"/><title type='text'>Tuesday Grace Notes – Shabby Chic + A Give Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOWt3o1jjZfPnXcevsLwCk76GFHrPJrUgiHKh0bAyxNEyHg6BoNy31oIFdjrAffnecWi8y01o2Mgz7-oon1xeLBPhi8cO5F3IWV9C8yW5OQ0nH1lY2jySbtcBb1qzipFzhmWHuc8fY-E/s1600/Shabby+Chic+1.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOWt3o1jjZfPnXcevsLwCk76GFHrPJrUgiHKh0bAyxNEyHg6BoNy31oIFdjrAffnecWi8y01o2Mgz7-oon1xeLBPhi8cO5F3IWV9C8yW5OQ0nH1lY2jySbtcBb1qzipFzhmWHuc8fY-E/s1600/Shabby+Chic+1.png&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; width=&quot;331&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you watch my style – how I dress, how I decorate, how I love to deck my world – the term casual elegance might come to mind. That is, after you moved past the term “epic disaster” and “colossal mess.” I’m only half kidding here. Let’s re-phrase and say I aspire to casual elegance and achieve it some of the time. The rest of the time, my life tends to be a well lived-in mess in progress. But I love clean simple lines, muted colors, and (at least in outfitting myself) a lot of black.&lt;br /&gt;
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But deep in my heart of hearts, I have a soft spot for gently distressed furniture, denim and white, vintage everything, and lots of faded florals. I can’t live with it in large quantities, but I can’t completely let it go.&lt;br /&gt;
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To me, the Shabby Chic concept evokes relaxation, pampering, a necessary indulgence in beautiful things, and a connection to wonderful memories past. It’s the soft wash of watercolor, the glow of candlelight, and the feel of linens worn to perfect, comfortable sheerness. Shabby Chic has grace.&lt;br /&gt;
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As Valentine’s Day approaches, it seems the perfect time to share a little of the romance in this line with my readers – I hope you’ll love it as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;
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My own curated collection of Shabby Chic themed treasures includes a 5” x 7” journal with pen, a small notepad with pen, 12 pencils, and half a dozen decorative clothespins (those aforementioned soft, pink cabbage roses splashed over a field pale green). In addition, I’m including a set of four magnets by my friend Susan (made when she had her own wonderful line, Vintage Susie) and a pale pink pen by Studio G because. Well. You know me and pens.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The giveaway will close at midnight on Saturday, February 14&lt;/b&gt; and will be mailed out the following week. Since I’m mentioning Susan’s former line, I should also mention that she currently reps for &lt;a href=&quot;http://susanfleury.origamiowl.com/default.aspx&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Origami Owl &lt;/a&gt;(another thing you’ll see a lot of if you follow me on Instagram or Twitter). I’m a huge fan of their long chains and charms and lockets you can customize for any occasion. If you enjoy beautiful, sparkly items – necklaces, earrings, and the like, &lt;a href=&quot;http://susanfleury.origamiowl.com/default.aspx&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;I hope you’ll visit her online&lt;/a&gt; to see if you find anything you’ll fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcOAfwWGw8P9ZMXV42mSHoTQzpseLyD6M_sgxS5HxZYFbRn9Cb2T0NdJWH_eIh0wd_GJfUXvaMz8cIFDGetVJwTjvwcw34f_1ugAEuNAdHYg7oxRfU49GerQxAtiHxg4lad-o3vMmcu1M/s1600/Grace+Notes+Bug+300+x+300.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcOAfwWGw8P9ZMXV42mSHoTQzpseLyD6M_sgxS5HxZYFbRn9Cb2T0NdJWH_eIh0wd_GJfUXvaMz8cIFDGetVJwTjvwcw34f_1ugAEuNAdHYg7oxRfU49GerQxAtiHxg4lad-o3vMmcu1M/s1600/Grace+Notes+Bug+300+x+300.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday Grace Notes are an opportunity for me to share a small bit of harmony amidst the other things I write about. Truly, they are meant to be shorter than my usual pieces (laugh with me here), and just a little something to add a touch of beauty to my life and yours. One week it might be a wonderful book I’ve read and can’t put down. Maybe it will be one of the movies I love (or its soundtrack). You might find a favourite recipe here. Or the new soap I’ve just discovered. You’ll find that many of them are inspired by my mother and the things she taught me about living a gentle, elegant life. I hope you’ll join me as more things are shared.&lt;br /&gt;
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And because I always say this … the Five Minute Friday community opens wide and invites you in to share. &lt;a href=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/2015/02/05/five-minute-friday-keep-and-a-video-interview/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Come and visit and read.&lt;/a&gt; You will be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
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2015 began much quieter for me than normal. Not that I’m not already pretty quiet as it is, but there’s usually a bit more activity with hanging new calendars, preparing goals, organizing and categorizing, and again, more activity to launch the next three hundred sixty-five days.&lt;br /&gt;
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But then right after New Year, I came down with a wicked case of strep throat. Mercy. I don’t think I’ve had this as an adult, and had clearly forgotten what it feels like. Let me tell you – it’s like swallowing glass 24/7 until your meds kick in. And after that, other medical issues as I took an involuntary break from the meds that make my body function as close to normal as possible. It was a bit of a snowball and the beginning of the year evaporated; the calendar flipped; February appeared in all its red and pink glory; and I felt lost, ill-prepared, and unready.&lt;br /&gt;
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Things continued to move forward. Without my consent. Without my preparation. Without my readiness. I even continued to move forward. I got up and went to work. I ate, slept, mothered, put on pretty red lipstick, worked on computers with all the viruses and malware, and collapsed on the weekend. Why? Because you don’t get to stop. We don’t have a pause button. Time carries on and so must we.&lt;br /&gt;
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But my discontent and disorientation made me think about the moving on and the things that need to continue on – especially in the crazy times. I thought about the things that we need to keep on doing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We need to keep on giving thanks …&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A few years ago, I discovered Ann Voskamp’s book &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.aholyexperience.com/one-thousand-gifts-book/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;One Thousand Gifts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;and took of the practice of counting thanks and trying to live in to the philosophy of eucharisteo – that the miracle is preceded by thanks. I am not as diligent with this as I should be – as many of my friends are – but I do try to make note (and write them in my little notebook when I remember) and to create that visible history of thanks to look back on. God moves in the big and the little things, and remembering to give thanks in &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; things is a beautiful practice that keeps our eyes and hearts focused on the one from who all blessings flow. If you haven’t read Ann’s book or explored the idea of counting thanks I would really encourage you to give it a go. I’d also invite you to check out &lt;a href=&quot;http://sarahjoburch.blogspot.com/2015/02/afresh.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;my friend Sarah Jo’s blog &lt;/a&gt;– she does a wonderful job of capturing the counting.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’ll tell you right now that this is hard one for me in practice. I embrace the theory whole-heartedly, but my gut reaction when things get rough is to withdraw into myself. I go it alone. I stick my chin out; grit my teeth; and forge ahead. Which can be fine – and as an introvert – the quiet of alone can be very refreshing for me. But introvert or not, we are communal creatures – created to live and thrive in relationships. And the truth is, there are some things that can’t – and shouldn’t – be borne alone. I am blessed with an abundance of friends – online and in real life – who pray and cheer and encourage me. But they do that best when I am communicating and sharing &lt;b&gt;and being vulnerable enough to ask for help.&lt;/b&gt; I imagine you have these resources too – people who love you and want the very best for you and your life. Don’t be afraid to reach out – it’s always better if we do this together.
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I am preaching to myself here because I am never here enough. But when I am – and when you are – together we will hear his voice and bear witness to the life and miracles that he has done and the life and miracles that he will do. I don’t want to clutter this one with my words. Just his.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing. If anyone does not abide in me he is thrown away like a branch and withers; and the branches are gathered, thrown into the fire, and burned. If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples.&lt;/i&gt; 
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Are you wrestling with health issues? Are you in the middle of a painful separation? Is motherhood making you feel like a failure? Do your finances feel like a fragile glass? Maybe the whole of your life feels like it’s on the brink of collapse. Hold on friend. I’ve been there. I’m still there, in fact. There are areas of my life that feel completely out of my control – where no matter how hard I work or strive, nothing improves. Nothing gets better. Nothing changes. There are times I feel like everything is a fight. And I am so very tired of fighting. But we can’t stop. We don’t stop. That part about no pause button? It’s hard, isn’t it? But our hope is found in nothing less than his blood and righteousness that spills out in grace and mercy covering a multitude of struggles. In these times of struggle, we need to wrest our eyes from the grime and the dirt and the struggle of the everyday – these fights we’re fighting – and look to Jesus. Just look to him. I know it may feel like you’re seven star falls away from heaven, but trust that he knows you. He sees you. He loves you. Keep on moving.&lt;br /&gt;
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More than anything, I pray that when you read these words that have been given to me, that you hear grace. I don’t want you to hear judgment. Or misunderstanding. Or be left feeling with a sense of lack or inadequacy. I write from my own place of struggle and my desperate need to remember who I belong to and who’s I am – and who calls me enough – in spite of my messy fall downs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life can be exhausting and hard. But even in the midst of the hard, if we take the time, we can find the glory in the ordinary. The light through the window on a child’s hair as they rest. The way your husband’s hand rests on the small of your back – just a reminder that he’s there. The unexpected card, text, or email from a friend – just to cheer you. The surprise rainbow through the rain over the crowded freeway as you drive home. Life is hard. But it is the dirt under our nails and the tears on our faces that remind us that we are living. And that while we are living here on this plane, we have so much more to look forward to in the life to come.&lt;br /&gt;
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Know that as you read this that you are not alone. My quiet prayer in these words is that you will have a very real sense of the presence of God – and that you will know and understand how very much he loves you. And that he is with you no matter where you are. Sunlight or shadow. Smile or tears. Rolling with laughter or sitting tightly holding yourself together. Keep on believing that he is here. And he will never leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7099933596380618499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/02/five-minute-friday-things-we-need-to.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/7099933596380618499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/7099933596380618499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2015/02/five-minute-friday-things-we-need-to.html' title='Five Minute Friday – The Things We Need to Keep On Doing'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11225311578597379415</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455946971539117782.post-3561300713071511026</id><published>2014-12-29T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-12-29T15:51:56.067-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Community"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="One Word"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Writing Life"/><title type='text'>When Listening is the Answer to the Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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This is only my second year – the second time I’ve officially stepped up and committed to one word to define the 365 days of 2014.&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking back, I can say I both completely embraced my word and yet completely let go of my word. It was &lt;i&gt;return&lt;/i&gt; – and return I did – to many of the things I wrote that I wanted to embrace and dwell in. There are things I wished I dived in to more, but lingering on the missed opportunities won’t bring them back, and I am in desperate need of grace ….&lt;br /&gt;
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As this year tipped over towards its sprawling close – alight in the hustle and bustle of celebration, and festival, the quiet question shimmered in the back of my mind: would I do it again? Would a word find its way into my heart? Would I feel led towards of word of meditation? Would I return?&lt;br /&gt;
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It came down to three words. First scribbled into the margins of my planner. Questions more than anything. Wondering if these one of these words was the one. I prayed and asked and read – seeking a confirmation that I was headed in the right direction. Each petition followed by silence and a hanging feeling of an ellipsis – still incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;
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The words migrated to three post-it notes on the edge of my calendar – hovering over me on bright pink squares – unresolved.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then Saturday night while sitting somewhat distracted in the church sanctuary – the echo of worship songs still in my ears – I heard the word, and the description of the feelings I had around the word – repeatedly in both the children’s talk and the evening’s sermon.&lt;br /&gt;
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I heard it in the story of Elijah – fleeing for his life into the wilderness of Beersheba; standing in the mouth of a cave and bearing witness to the terrible, awesome power of God; yet finding him in the aftermath – in a whisper. I heard it as Pastor Paul spoke of the benefits of restorative rest – not just taking a break, but being intentional about setting aside true Sabbath time for rejuvenation and reconnecting with the Lord. I heard it as I remembered Sarah Bessey’s prayer from the IF Gathering and Faith &amp;amp; Culture: my first writer’s conference; where she prayed over us from a passage in Matthew – calling us to Christ and in to the unforced rhythms of grace.&lt;br /&gt;
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I heard my word and felt it breathe in to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a good word for me. This is a hard word for me. I have been described as a good listener, but I’m not sure I listen as well as I used to; as well as I could. I am clouded and cluttered by pre-disposition and pre-meditation. I struggle through my own ideas of culture and expectation. There is more to hear. From my God. From my daughter. From my husband. From my family. From my body. From my neighborhood. From my community. From my world. Things I need to extend myself to without judgment and without immediate answer.&lt;br /&gt;
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So as this next year dawns, I will be leaning in to hear. I will be waiting with patient expectation. I will be seeking the unbroken rhythms of restorative rest. I will be listening.&lt;br /&gt;
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As one of my readers, you are one of the ones I want to listen to. One of the ones I want to hear from. Do you participate in the One Word project? If so, I would love to hear what word has called you this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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You’ll forgive me if I steer gently around the holidays for this post. It’s drawing me – so much to say – so much goodness. I’ve been writing about this a little already – I fact, &lt;a href=&quot;http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2014/12/the-light-of-preparation.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;my second Advent post&lt;/a&gt; spoke to exactly this. Maybe that’s why I’m pulling myself in another direction. Besides, it was art class today. &lt;br /&gt;
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They are so small: these tiny hands that grasp gently at the elegant length of deep oxford blue drawing pencils. I sped so little time in the world of children – despite having my own. Her life as an only lends itself towards more grown up conversations and themes – though I fight hard for every inch of childhood.&lt;br /&gt;
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I sometimes forget the precious lives that inhabit the world two feet below my shoulders. But these children have utterly enchanted me. I have the privilege of sharing art with them once a week and I dearly wish it were more.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our public schools have been losing curriculum they consider superfluous or unnecessary. Or simply not cost effective. These learning pillars that fall? They’re art; music; library – sometimes even physical education. Despite learned knowledge that these pillars shore up and round out an education as much as math, science, and writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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So in I go every Tuesday morning. Heart pounding and completely terrified that they’ll look up; see beneath my carefully prepared lessons; and discover that while I might have a passion for arts and a flair for the creative, I am not actually a trained artist. My diligently packed 31 Gifts bag overflows with pens, pencils, color in many mediums, sandpaper, scissors and clips, paintbrushes, and books. &amp;nbsp;But is that enough?&lt;br /&gt;
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After much thought and still with some trembling, I must say yes. Solidly. Completely. Confidently. While I might not have credentials behind my passion, I have a dedication to the craft and a deep desire to prepare their young hearts and minds to understand that they too are artists.&lt;br /&gt;
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Soon enough, they will come crashing headlong into the naysayers and critics – those who will tell them they are not good enough; that their lines are wobbly; that their colors don’t work, and that cats simply cannot appear in every piece of art they create. They will face a lifetime of detractors and barricades – they may even find those barriers surfacing out of pools of worry and anxiety in their own hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is my deepest hope and prayer that in those moment, they will have a memory – something from way back – when someone leaned into them, believing, and said, “great job – I love what you’ve done with light and shadow there.” I hope they’ll remember a compliment of color, standing around images of the galaxy and learning about grayscale, putting pen to paper and making their first zentangle.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope my hour a week gives them the launching pad they need to leap deep into the pools of creativity to discover and navigate confidently through those waters on a lifelong journey.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7308962477744250323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2014/12/five-minute-friday-prepare.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/7308962477744250323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/7308962477744250323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2014/12/five-minute-friday-prepare.html' title='Five Minute Friday - Prepare'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11225311578597379415</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/AVvXsEjuj3pMqFY9ATOqaIr2QCtfYfZ43cRuHuyibkyWvXVXpXCCiaaz_1q3m_uzbo9XXvHkyKLY51AAIZJg0Ft_2S_TEoPfFsxYSX6XHWRFT2ELnO8l3xwugUcbCudhTXcko__Ais1oUZTyx70/s72-c/Classroom+art+3+with+logo.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455946971539117782.post-7731962125050986312</id><published>2014-12-09T00:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2014-12-09T00:30:48.760-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebration"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Community"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Five Minute Fridays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><title type='text'>Five Minute Friday (and on a Tuesday!) - Dear </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/proxy/AVvXsEiGj7qyhbSEujX2YipHgCP1H66NCuKVYBQBnUUnL958PUhPZzEYS3gg2mwj3_i_cBUxQTjPIYq2QJJ58k6WW_C-WVjvNb6KQOEHnUYZ4EHvI-sB5rp6nMf517ixSHQ9jtQdraG7asQaZYGZPqafk9Yz8fFTl7bwyOgABS7Z7oBXZPX3bRUtfumP4rc=&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Five-Minute-Friday-4.jpg&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here’s a new one for me.&lt;br /&gt;
Five minutes (well, we’ll see).&lt;br /&gt;
Not Friday.&lt;br /&gt;
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My schedule often puts me behind the eight ball when it comes to the Five Minute Friday writing exercise. I’m still at work when the pre-festivities Twitter party begins and am more likely than not in the car on the way home or running errands when the prompt hits. But I like to join in when I can – this is still my favourite spontaneous writing exercise.&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s not just the writing or the tweeting that grabs me. It’s the community. &amp;nbsp;There is so much depth and breadth here – more than I ever imagined. And so, I return to the prompt, four days after it’s been given, to share some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Fridays a bunch of brave writers gather here to all spend five collective minutes writing on a single prompt. It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week. This blessed, beautiful place where we open our hearts and let words and tears and the inner workings of our lives bleed and flow and dance across the virtual pages. Yes, this community opens wide and invites you in to share. &lt;a href=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/2014/12/04/five-minute-friday-dear-and-an-e-book-for-you/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Come and visit and read.&lt;/a&gt; You will be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This week: &lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a keeper of all of the things. I’m not going to use the “h” word – that’s a bigger reach than I’m willing to take. I am a collector. I am a treasurer (sometimes with all this treasure, I am also a treasure hunter). I am a gatherer and preserver of all things necessary and unnecessary because someday, they might be.&lt;br /&gt;
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In among the collectibles and things preserved, there was a magazine. Kept for months. Read a thousand times. But for all the times that I’d read this particular issue, I hadn’t seen the article. In a national publication with 23 million subscribers, written by a best-selling novelist.&lt;br /&gt;
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She wrote: “I don’t believe an online relationship &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a relationship – not a real one.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Not talking about dating or internet brides.&lt;br /&gt;
Just friendship.&lt;br /&gt;
This writer did not believe online relationships are real.&lt;br /&gt;
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While I agree whole-heartedly with Ms. Best-Selling author that real-life, real-time, in person relationships are utterly essential and life giving, I cannot agree that online friendships have no merit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Three years ago, I might have told a different story. The extent of my online friendships revolved around dragons and elves, vast lands to develop, and conquering heroes. Yes. I’m a gamer. Please notice this remains in the present tense.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was fun rallying around goals (&lt;i&gt;bring down the Frost Giant – garner great reward!&lt;/i&gt;) and connecting on some level with the players. I got a recipe for midnight margaritas from a bartender in Virginia; got to be pretty decent friends with a nurse from Australia; and my husband and I still exchange birthday greetings with a grandfather of three from Wales.&lt;br /&gt;
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But three years ago, I discovered the (in)courage community and this tribe of Five Minute Friday writers. That discovery was a game changer.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m not sure if I really believed that online friendships could hold the weight of those grown over cups of coffee and tea; shared times with families; and service together for a higher goal.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m not sure I could have been more wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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With the upsides of social media, I have grown and cultivated authentic, vibrant friendships with women writers across the country (and into other countries). We have laughed, talked, prayed, and served with one another over the weeks and months that begin to mark years. Thanks to handy apps like Voxer (or frankly, the phone), I know their voices and have called on them to share both joys and tears. Many of us participate in the growing project hash tagged fmfpartysnail mail – writing letters each week to post to new friends across the miles: encouraging, praying, and sharing.&lt;br /&gt;
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These friends are in the inhale and exhale of my daily life. There is a mutual lifting up, a shared cheering as we cross various finish lines in our lives. There is the long-distance hug that feels nearly tangible when shadows fall. There is generosity of spirit. There is truth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it even better if we get the opportunity to meet up at a conference or arrange a real life meet up where hours feel like seconds? Absolutely. There are several friends in my online community that I am counting on meeting someday soon. No matter what. But in the meantime, can we still relish friendship without our heads inclining toward each other over a table or without walking down a quiet path side-by-side? Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;
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My online friends are some of my most dear and treasured ones. I’ve been blessed to have them enter my life, and whether I meet them on this side of heaven or after; they will remain ever present in my heart and mind, and will always be counted among the ones I cherish.&lt;br /&gt;
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We take off the mantle of what came before.&lt;br /&gt;
We direct our attention to the future.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whether immediate or sometime in the unknown future, hope kindles our heart for what’s next.&lt;br /&gt;
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If our heart is Christ’s home, we are always in a state of anticipation for him. What we will learn next. What he will reveal. Where we will be led. When is he coming again?&lt;br /&gt;
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That anticipation leads to preparation.&lt;br /&gt;
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During Advent, our hope is centered in anticipation on God’s gift of love to his people. The rock and redeemer born of spirit-and-flesh-made-one is the hope of the nations – the restoration of world fallen into darkness; the light on the edge of the dawn of joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our preparation takes on many forms: lighting candles, gather our families for special devotions, perhaps finding those outside our own immediate circle who need encouragement, hope, and the gift of our time or resources.&lt;br /&gt;
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But overall, let this time of preparation happen in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let us prepare for joy – making room and bowing low in humble thanks. As heaven opens in song to remember the receiving of her king, let us join in with our own song, and repeat the sounding joy. Let us look with hope to the future when sorrow and the infestation of the imperfect will be no more because of God’s blessings that will flow without end. Let us anticipate the future heaven and future earth where God’s peace and truth reigns and the nations celebrate the wonders of his glorious love. Let us repeat the sounding joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I pray that the light of preparation will be kindled and renewed in your hearts as we move forward into this season of discovering the greatest gift.&lt;br /&gt;
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The darkness falls quickly these days – we have changed the long, luxurious days of summer for the even longer, chilly nights of winter. While I love the holidays this time of the year and the cozy factor that comes from all the warm sweaters and my favorite scarves, I find myself missing the long sunsets and bright mornings of summer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Which is why the holiday seasons we revel in these winter months – Advent, Hanukkah, and Christmas – bring such delight. These festivals of light. These celebrations of anticipation and thankfulness.&lt;br /&gt;
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For Advent this year, I’m going back to re-read &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/The-Greatest-Gift-Unwrapping-Christmas/dp/1414387083&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The Greatest Gift, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;by Ann Voskamp (along with several fellow writers and, perhaps, the whole of the (in)courage community!) and our family will be reading, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1414397542/ref=pd_lpo_sbs_dp_ss_1?pf_rd_p=1944687402&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=1414387083&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1HDRJSBW6G686PZHTTVM&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Unwrapping the Greatest Gift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (also authored by Ann) and discovering the Jesse Tree in our Advent family devotion time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight at the table, we lit the first Advent candle – the candle of hope.&lt;br /&gt;
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I read from one of my favorite chapters in Isaiah – 40 – and shared these words of hope with my sweet family gathered near:&lt;br /&gt;
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Comfort, comfort my people, says your God.&lt;br /&gt;Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and cry to her&lt;br /&gt;that her warfare is ended,&lt;br /&gt;that her iniquity is pardoned,&lt;br /&gt;that she has received from the Lord’s hand double for all her sins.&lt;br /&gt;A voice cries:&lt;br /&gt;“In the wilderness prepare the way of the Lord;&lt;br /&gt;make straight in the desert a highway for our God.&lt;br /&gt;Every valley shall be lifted up, and every mountain and hill be made low;&lt;br /&gt;the uneven ground shall become level, and the rough places a plain.&lt;br /&gt;And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed,&lt;br /&gt;and all flesh shall see it together, for the mouth of the Lord has spoken.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the mouth of the Lord has spoken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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What else could bring hope more, than the utterance of assurance from the God of the universe? What he has spoken will come to pass. What he spoken is true, and right, and will be honored. &amp;nbsp;His word stands forever and it the foundation of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also love the hope declared at the end of this chapter:&lt;br /&gt;
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He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength.&lt;br /&gt;Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted;&lt;br /&gt;but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;&lt;br /&gt;they shall mount up with wings like eagles;&lt;br /&gt;they shall run and not be weary;&lt;br /&gt;they shall walk and not faint.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Are your tired and weary? Has this year been more than you feel you can bear? Does it feel as if the light of this season cannot possibly reach into the depths of your suffering and struggle?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He hears and he knows. The Father of compassion, the God of all comfort sees your heart and reaches out now and always to draw you near. To give you strength. To give you endurance. To give you hope.&lt;br /&gt;
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I pray that the light of hope will be kindled and renewed in your hearts as we move forward into this season of discovering the greatest gift.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Fridays a bunch of brave writers gather here to all spend five collective minutes writing on a single prompt. It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week. This blessed, beautiful place where we open our hearts and let words and tears and the inner workings of our lives bleed and flow and dance across the virtual pages. Yes, this community opens wide and invites you in to share. &lt;a href=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Come and visit and read&lt;/a&gt;. You will be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This week: &lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can be calm. I can be quiet. No one who knows me would tell you that I am a boundless ball of energy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not a Tigger personality.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I may be an introvert,&lt;br /&gt;
But I am not still.&lt;br /&gt;
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If intensity can vibrate softly, tenuously poised on tension’s edge; if ferocity can roar soundlessly; if wildness can be contained beneath the muted, glass-faced front of self-control – all the while flinging about beneath it; that would be me.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are words and ideas I yearn for: release,&lt;br /&gt;
rest,&lt;br /&gt;
relaxation,&lt;br /&gt;
respite.&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t know how.&lt;br /&gt;
I am not still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The news ticker of my mind runs laps while for now, my physical body struggles to walk complete a circuit of the local market. I am continually trying to argue and fight against this fact and turn it into a myth. &amp;nbsp;I am not still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My spirit longs to pause before the throne of grace – longs to know what it is to truly leave things there in trust. Not leave it, then come dashing back ; somehow sure that my own watch care can discern the answer that would find far better resolution and assurance in the hands that fashioned Saturn’s rings. I am not still.&lt;br /&gt;
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After how many lessons and a journey well-marked with my own tangents and segues between point A and point next that were redeemed by grace beyond measure – how many times do I still wonder, and question, and demand, and fret, and worry?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am not still.&lt;br /&gt;
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And yet&lt;i&gt; (bless those saving words)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He remains.&lt;br /&gt;
He is still here.&lt;br /&gt;
He has never left.&lt;br /&gt;
Moving through kairos time – always and everywhere altogether –&lt;br /&gt;
All the while, fully still and complete.&lt;br /&gt;
He remains.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Under His hand,&lt;br /&gt;
I can be still.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/655715600106203028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2014/11/five-minute-friday-still.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/655715600106203028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/655715600106203028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2014/11/five-minute-friday-still.html' title='Five Minute Friday - Still'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11225311578597379415</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/AVvXsEjblG-rmw9Hmh6gEY9v0fJ86ZPU3LXUx2plL7Yrs-41gvqOk_zAtEqTGfJmnG6mylw3nFqdr_lCoAsccWtC7L64VXzde4O5v3hjdxdPf1keVlPBTbbN_m7Uso9zW4CD0Wi86LGvtAVtgn8/s72-c/Under+His+hand+I+can+be+still.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455946971539117782.post-6133034940484353254</id><published>2014-10-30T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-10-30T19:13:31.828-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Five Minute Fridays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="On Being Broken"/><title type='text'>Five Minute Friday - Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Five-Minute-Friday-4.jpg&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fair warning – this is going to be an emotional, hot mess. I knew the second I saw the prompt, what I would be writing. There are already tears pouring down my face. I’m sorry. I don’t know any other way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
On Fridays a bunch of brave writers gather here to all spend five collective minutes writing on a single prompt. It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week. This blessed, beautiful place where we open our hearts and let words and tears and the inner workings of our lives bleed and flow and dance across the virtual pages. Yes, this community opens wide and invites you in to share. &lt;a href=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Come and visit and read. &lt;/a&gt;You will be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This week: &lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It is terrible, awful place when you come to the point in your life when you have to seriously consider your parents’ mortality.&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s not like this is a surprise. Birth. Life. Death. &amp;nbsp;It’s pretty well laid out an understood. But don’t we understand it on a completely different level when the birthing, living, and dying becomes the experience and story of someone we know? Someone who is close to our heart? Someone who is in our heart?&lt;br /&gt;
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My father is in the hospital. Again. This is not a new thing. And perhaps, not even a surprise. He has been with us here on this earth for eighty years, and against so many odds, has remained with us through several strokes and other major illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;
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Through it all, he has been a stalwart survivor. Beyond belief. Every time I got a call about another stroke; every time I had to get on a plane to fly home, I thought, “This is it. This is going to be the time I have to say goodbye.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Three thousand miles away with no highway to get there is a rotten place to be when your family needs you. Just a plane. Which means hedging, and guessing, and planning – when to go, how long to hold off. What time is the right time? Let me tell you – there is no time. Not when your heart just wants to be there right this second for all the seconds that are left.&lt;br /&gt;
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From a heaven-bound view, I am not worried. My father’s faith is my foundation and I know where he is headed. Part of me cheers because there will be no more pain. No more suffering. Only glory. Only life unending in the presence of the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;
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But oh my heart – that is only part. As much as I can say, “the Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away, blessed be the name of the Lord,” and “I know that my Redeemed lives, and at the end he shall stand on the earth,” and that in those passages lives the promise of redemption, resurrection, and reunion, there is part of me that goes all Dylan Thomas saying, “Do not go gentle into that good night; rage, rage against the dying of the light.”&lt;br /&gt;
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God help me.&lt;br /&gt;
I am not ready to say goodbye to my father.&lt;br /&gt;
I am not ready for him to leave.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here, that promise from Job - an exquisite rendering from Handel&#39;s Messiah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dear S,&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s your birthday today – the twentieth one we’ve celebrated together. I can hardly believe it. Hardly believe that the year has flow by so quickly – how is it October already? Hardly believe that we’ve shared twenty years together – how did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;
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When we met, I never imagined that I’d be spending twenty years with anyone. Remember our long standing joke about what I said on our first date? About this being a fun time but not being serious and never, ever going anywhere? I guess you and I are just on the longest trek not going anywhere that any two people have ever taken.&lt;br /&gt;
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But we’re not going “not anywhere,” are we? These twenty years have been a journey of growth and discovery like neither of us ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m so grateful to be on the journey with you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are my rock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; – strong and steady; a stabilizing force in my life; a strong foundation; the one I can count on.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are my laughter &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;– the one who unlocks my weird; the one who releases my funny. You know I am far too serious – good some of the time, but not all. You’re my safe spot for all the wackiness to be unleashed. You make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are my romance &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;– still; dancing in the kitchen; holding hands walking down the hall; quick kisses stolen in quiet moments; attraction that still holds and deepens – though neither of us looks like we did in our twenties. Okay, I take that back. You look exactly the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are my safety&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; – in an era where a woman is always supposed to stand on her own; you let me stand – you want me to stand – you like me strong. But you know that I can’t be that way all the time. And when the times arise that I crumple and fall; when it’s just too much. You are there. The safety of your arms surrounds me. I can gather myself. I can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are my right hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; – shopping, adventuring, directing a play, embarking on an artistic turn – you are there. Encouraging me. Supporting me. Filling in when I need another play for another part. Building something. Carrying something. Always believing.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are a million reasons to celebrate you today – my love, my best friend, my partner in crime. I will celebrate each one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy birthday, and may the year to come be another adventure together in blessing and love. I wish for you the very best of what lies ahead in this life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Always&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;d love to connect with you some more - stop on by the &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/ThreeBeesInABlueBonnet?ref=hl&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Three Bees Facebook Page&lt;/a&gt; or connect with me on Twitter &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/3BeesBlueBonnet&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;@3BeesBlueBonnet.&lt;/a&gt; Let&#39;s continue the conversation!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7034561430609481428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2014/10/celebrating-another-birthday-with-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/7034561430609481428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/7034561430609481428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2014/10/celebrating-another-birthday-with-my.html' title='Celebrating Another Birthday - With My Love'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11225311578597379415</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/AVvXsEj8c7YY63btoDA_czUS1XDpxdFI5S3pCGmQvyEv5NajVebQ4EjIP1f_NZ8dBcmjmaI_r-sQHFdga8k5LGaq7Ulv1_GXtUitooF5SHpVrQxsvzFSIfGDREJa4hfc1XunQJo20qdJqjF0l6o/s72-c/Shawn+in+the+summer.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455946971539117782.post-8457599943345754649</id><published>2014-10-16T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-10-16T19:25:34.829-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Five Minute Fridays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Writing Life"/><title type='text'>Five Minute Friday - Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Five-Minute-Friday-4.jpg&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’ve been away too long again (P.S. I wrote that before the prompt came out!). But this community – it never fails to reach out and embrace – even when one has been away. I’m so grateful for this space; and for the women that I’ve met here; with whom I’m building relationships.&lt;br /&gt;
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For all the talk about how online is incomplete, I have yet to feel that here in this space. Except for missing the joy of being actually together chatting on couches or sitting across tables with sweet tea or coffee, there is nothing truly incomplete about this friendships and this space.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Fridays a bunch of brave writers gather here to all spend five collective minutes writing on a single prompt. It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week. This blessed, beautiful place where we open our hearts and let words and tears and the inner workings of our lives bleed and flow and dance across the virtual pages. Yes, this community opens wide and invites you in to share. &lt;a href=&quot;http://katemotaung.com/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Come and visit and read.&lt;/a&gt; You will be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This week: &lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Long&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There’s nothing like a good laugh full of irony and this prompt might be it. I’ve been away from my blog for a while. Away from my words. To be honest, even in the still, quiet times where it’s just me and a real live page – nothing digital – there has been an abundance of white space.&lt;br /&gt;
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And while I love white space – I need, desire, crave white space in all iterations in my life – the dearth of words has been hard to bear.&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s not for anything dreadful and traumatic. I’ve been there before. This is not it. It is a comfortable, if somewhat guilty, silence with a lingering feeling of obligations not met. But there has been nothing on my heart that will come out in words.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have certainly not stilled my thoughts – those run rampant and wild; percolating into effortless bubbles. I feel like a three year-old with a wand and a bucket of soap on a breezy spring day, flinging shimmering cascades of effervescence into the air, only to have them vanish in a moment.&amp;nbsp;
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Creatively, I have not been in silence. My thoughts, feelings, and ideas have been spilling out in my art.&lt;br /&gt;
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Smile with me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have always wanted my art to spill out but have never felt I had anything worthy of spilling. And now – a joyful profusion comes out like a dam has burst. Where has this come from?&lt;br /&gt;
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And curiously, why can’t they both pour out at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;
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My friends and community gather round and encourage me. Where would I be without these voices that anchor me, connect me, and point me back to truth?&lt;br /&gt;
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I’ve heard some snort derisively at the idea that there are seasons – laugh at the idea of the ebb and flow of this thing we call life and the ability to capture the essence of living with our words and ideas. Laugh away. Clichés are sometimes birthed in truth and oftentimes perpetuate themselves because they endure.&lt;br /&gt;
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So this is my quiet season.&lt;br /&gt;
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It feels too long. But let’s face it. I’ve been away longer than a few weeks before. Maybe you have too. Maybe you’ve struggled with the idea that your voice has gone silent for a time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Honor the quiet.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is what I’m learning. The lack of tangible words is not a lack of words altogether. Sometimes, it is a growing time. Learning to be more precise and intentional with what we do say.&lt;br /&gt;
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Words matter. They always will. But I want to say the right ones. Ones that have weight, and meaning, and integrity, and truth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even if it is a long time between posts.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;d love to connect with you some more - stop on by &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/ThreeBeesInABlueBonnet?ref=hl&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;the Three Bees Facebook Page&lt;/a&gt; or connect with me on Twitter &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/3BeesBlueBonnet&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;@3BeesBlueBonnet.&lt;/a&gt; Let&#39;s continue the conversation! </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/8457599943345754649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2014/10/five-minute-friday-long.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/8457599943345754649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455946971539117782/posts/default/8457599943345754649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threebeesinabluebonnet.blogspot.com/2014/10/five-minute-friday-long.html' title='Five Minute Friday - Long'/><author><name>Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11225311578597379415</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/AVvXsEg94bcnTrEoJqs9VOdw4mjxDo8Ac8b69eDgpmHwRIoQBlTYHMCtTt_yrqTEkmLvQrLAvnnpwG44wiZtbW5p5iYgD7bVYLDkNfyb1kckZJl3AeqTQUvP6IP8Z1gTVqH9TTKnLM93fMgcEFY/s72-c/Honor+the+Quiet.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455946971539117782.post-7365474338068365593</id><published>2014-09-30T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-30T01:00:02.597-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grace Notes"/><title type='text'>Tuesday Grace Notes – the Delicate Scent of Clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__n4CnSr9mwn3C5krzRsBaLGigjiO8nZwmrx4_xwYXEDUNnLyJgFES9x9yoEbApcF134ErDQLVD5a_kJLByFuHwqSWY3uy90r9bTEHXWVTzeZ-cH13u80Fga6za_epoF84kIpqSui5Q8/s1600/Goatmilk+Soap+1.PNG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__n4CnSr9mwn3C5krzRsBaLGigjiO8nZwmrx4_xwYXEDUNnLyJgFES9x9yoEbApcF134ErDQLVD5a_kJLByFuHwqSWY3uy90r9bTEHXWVTzeZ-cH13u80Fga6za_epoF84kIpqSui5Q8/s1600/Goatmilk+Soap+1.PNG&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;271&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember the first whiff. The inhale that felt like the cleanest breath I’d take in ages. It fit the shop of course; all delicately decked out like an English garden. All soft lighting and pale wood. An abundance of white. Beautiful, painted graphics like something from a John Constable landscape.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn store I walked into blended florals, woods, and delicate spices into an attractive, inviting welcome into another world. That world originated in the early 70s as a small family business focused one man’s passion for travel and well-turned products into one of the world’s most respected luxury brands. &amp;nbsp;Long before health and wellness became buzzwords, Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn blended botanicals with rich, natural products to create beautiful soaps, lotions, and even edibles.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of all the products Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn have produced, my all-time favourite will always be their triple-milled Goat Milk Soap. Originally packed in white, then upgraded to a classic blue, this soap was a luxury indeed at about $25 for a box of three. But it was very much worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Milk proteins blend with just a hint of alpine lavender for one of the cleanest, sweetest smelling soaps you could ever hope to use. I can’t remember who discovered it first, my mother or I, but we have both been head over heels for this soap for decades. In fact, after learning that she had nowhere to buy this soap locally, I bought out the stock at a downtown store in my neighborhood for her Christmas gift last year.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is one of those items I save for special occasions – I know my mother does too. This is the kind of soap you want to put in a special dish to make it last as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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And now we have even more reason to hang out to our stash. In one of our conversations last week, my mother broke the bad news. Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn are no longer carrying this product line. I have to admit, I was more broken up about this than I should be over mere soap.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I am grateful for my tendency to hang on to things – I still have a few bars tucked away. And they still smell amazing. I’m astonished at the asking price for these little blue boxes on eBay and Etsy, but know that for some buyers out there, it will be worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcOAfwWGw8P9ZMXV42mSHoTQzpseLyD6M_sgxS5HxZYFbRn9Cb2T0NdJWH_eIh0wd_GJfUXvaMz8cIFDGetVJwTjvwcw34f_1ugAEuNAdHYg7oxRfU49GerQxAtiHxg4lad-o3vMmcu1M/s1600/Grace+Notes+Bug+300+x+300.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcOAfwWGw8P9ZMXV42mSHoTQzpseLyD6M_sgxS5HxZYFbRn9Cb2T0NdJWH_eIh0wd_GJfUXvaMz8cIFDGetVJwTjvwcw34f_1ugAEuNAdHYg7oxRfU49GerQxAtiHxg4lad-o3vMmcu1M/s1600/Grace+Notes+Bug+300+x+300.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday Grace Notes are an opportunity for me to share a small bit of harmony amidst the other things I write about. Truly, they are meant to be shorter than my usual pieces (laugh with me here), and just a little something to add a touch of beauty to my life and yours. One week it might be a &lt;br /&gt;
wonderful book I’ve read and can’t put down. Maybe it will be one of the movies I love (or its soundtrack). You might find a favourite recipe here. Or the new soap I’ve just discovered. You’ll find that many of them are inspired by my mother and the things she taught me about living a gentle, elegant life. I hope you’ll join me as more things are shared.&lt;br /&gt;
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