<?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-1608499171826867905</id><updated>2026-05-28T12:44:22.285-07:00</updated><category term="faith"/><category term="love"/><category term="life"/><category term="hope"/><category term="Christ"/><category term="advice"/><category term="prayer"/><category term="praise"/><category term="self image"/><category term="trust"/><category term="suffering"/><category term="family"/><category term="women of faith"/><category term="sin"/><category term="worry"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="waiting"/><category term="discipline"/><category term="respect"/><category term="church"/><category term="forgiveness"/><category term="mercy"/><category term="darkness"/><category term="grace"/><category term="gracy"/><category term="persevere"/><category term="restoration"/><category term="temptation"/><title type='text'>STRENGTH</title><subtitle type='html'>Philippians 4:13  &quot; I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.&quot;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Robyn Buxton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657798863992423431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3a6ugrlnkbDyZfEHXkySs-_i4qfIFqg_7paWHm1Y4pkNMUSOEtxEbHFX0uklM3qlMEiDZM0HeX40US7gO1FwB4m2yT2RgLEgp9g-zbzSBScxxvs6MduhkOMXRjCgAw/s220/fog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608499171826867905.post-4042284229678253754</id><published>2012-12-05T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-05T20:51:05.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Anyone?</title><content type='html'>I just heard today of yet another couple headed for divorce. Maybe it is my age.  Uhh. Late 40s but it seems everyone around it &quot;doing it.&quot;  Divorcing&lt;br /&gt;
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You know is it me or is it the newest going thing. Find a new home, a new car, a new job, oh and a new spouse. &lt;br /&gt;
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I know I&#39;m in a minority when I&#39;ve been married for over twenty years.  Marriage use to be sacred. Special. Something to be proud of. Two different people who committed their lives to live together and form a family. &lt;br /&gt;
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Everywhere I turn I hear of who is getting a divorce or who is now separating. &lt;br /&gt;
Lets be honest. I&#39;ve been in the same place myself.  Should I stay or should I go.   But in reality one simple word is the cause of all this.    I.   It is not about I. What I want, but what is best for my spouse.  If we could just take ourself out of the equation them I believe more marriages would last. &lt;br /&gt;
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It isn&#39;t about your needs, wants and desires.  That is not  at all what love is about.  Love is giving, not receiving.  It is about the other person. Self removed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Has my marriage been easy? NO! &lt;br /&gt;
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But I am a stick to my commitment kinda gal. I looked outside my own hurts and disappointments in life and realized that &lt;br /&gt;
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1. I&#39;m not in the least bit perfect&lt;br /&gt;
2. I made my marriage commitment unto God. &lt;br /&gt;
3. I&#39;ve looked inside my own failures and had to ask... If I need God&#39;s forgiveness.   Why don&#39;t I see that my spouse does as well. &lt;br /&gt;
4. My child is more important than my own wants, bitterness, hurt, blame and anger. &lt;br /&gt;
5. One sin is not greater than another &lt;br /&gt;
6. I need grace and mercy, and so does my spouse. &lt;br /&gt;
7. For better or worse.  &lt;br /&gt;
8. I can stand behind my own beliefs and feel better about myself and my decisions. &lt;br /&gt;
9. Pornography is real and easily accessible. That is reality.  Learn how to defend against it invading your heart and those you love before it becomes an addiction. &lt;br /&gt;
10. Love one another. &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not on my high horse, uncaring, and certainly not saying anyone in an abusive relationship should stay. I&#39;m saying until we become proactive, Church, we can expect more and greater numbers of divorces happening to those we love. &lt;br /&gt;
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Marriage is a good thing.  It is not an easy thing. I&#39;m concerned where our children&#39;s generation is headed. I&#39;m concerned that lives are torn apart. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am all for restoration in broken relationship.  It can work. I know. It can be better than you ever imagined. It is possible. But one person must decide to take a stand.  &lt;br /&gt;
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You want to stand? I&#39;m here. You are not alone.  Never have been if you know Christ. He is the answer. He will either restore your marriage, or restore your soul. &lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/feeds/4042284229678253754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2012/12/marriage-anyone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/4042284229678253754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/4042284229678253754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2012/12/marriage-anyone.html' title='Marriage Anyone?'/><author><name>Robyn Buxton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657798863992423431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3a6ugrlnkbDyZfEHXkySs-_i4qfIFqg_7paWHm1Y4pkNMUSOEtxEbHFX0uklM3qlMEiDZM0HeX40US7gO1FwB4m2yT2RgLEgp9g-zbzSBScxxvs6MduhkOMXRjCgAw/s220/fog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608499171826867905.post-625045467290424618</id><published>2012-12-04T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-04T07:53:37.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Marriage Ministries</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Lisa C. Myers is a fellow blogger that has a wonderful website with encouraging books, biblical truths, information on standing, and other useful resources.&amp;nbsp; Check out her story here and then click on the link to go to her website: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lisacmyers.com/&quot;&gt;Forever Marriage Ministries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-15&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you heavens and you who dwell in them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-15&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; because the devil has gone down to you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-15&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; because he knows that his time is short.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-9&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My name is Lisa, I live in Arizona with my husband and two of our three children. Our oldest is now married and starting his life with his new bride. Praising God for the sanctity of marriage and the power of prayer to change things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-9&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You see, I was a very hurt, bitter, resentful, controlling, disrespectful, contentious wife, mother and friend, who was also prone to outbursts of rage. For years I had tried various self help books, classes, bible studies, church and church groups wanting out of this deep dark pit of despair. I was gaining head knowledge - not heart knowledge. In Hosea 4:6 it states .............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-9&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-3&quot;&gt;&quot;For the lack of knowledge we will perish!&quot; &lt;/span&gt;Everything I tried was not working - I was perishing. I was dead inside and no longer cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-9&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For one reason or another it seemed that my husband and I lived apart more than together in all our years of marriage. Regardless of whether that was true or not, I felt unloved and abandoned. Everyone, christian friends included, couldn&#39;t understand why I just didn&#39;t get a divorce and move on. I felt God had spoken to me years ago about how &lt;span class=&quot;text-class-3&quot;&gt;He hated divorce&lt;/span&gt; - Malachi 2:16 and that someday He would use our lives as a testimony. I kept waiting for things to get better, but the truth of the matter was my husband and I were moving further away from each other and further away from God. I was blinded by my husband&#39;s sin, which at the time, was more apparent than mine and it was obvious by the world&#39;s stand point, that our marriage was over. I got more and more distant as the months turned into years. It came to the point that I just wanted the pain to stop, I wanted out of this dead marriage. A new life for me and the kids. I was looking for the out, the escape clause. But everywhere I turned, God said No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-9&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then one day in a fit of anger, I told my husband I would see him in court and he said good! That was the day God truly had my attention. My heart instantly snapped. God and I wrestled all night long. I was broken and finally surrendered. All glory be to God - He won! Therefore, I too, won. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-9&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Over the next twenty two months God drew me closer to Him, He turned my heart of stone to a heart of flesh. Placed a new love in my heart for my husband. I was no longer bound by bitterness, rage, unforgiveness, hatred or pain. As it says in 2 Corinthians 5:17&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-3&quot;&gt; &quot;I am a new creation in Christ Jesus, old things have passed away and all things have become new.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-9&quot;&gt;I was becoming the woman God created me to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-9&quot;&gt;I searched the scriptures for the truth, to learn God&#39;s word on marriage and the principles of being a God honoring wife. God placed upon my heart the ministry of restoration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-9&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All awhile my husband is running in the other direction. Filing for divorce and wanting to start a new life. Believing the same lies that so many spouses believe of the grass being greener on the other side. No matter what he was saying or doing - I had to trust God, believe God at His word. &lt;span class=&quot;text-class-3&quot;&gt;&quot;Blessed is she who believes what the Lord has spoken to her will be accomplished.&quot;&lt;/span&gt; Luke 1:45 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-9&quot;&gt;I believed! And the Lord kept bringing my husband around, he began to make excuses to call me and to come home several times a week. Wanting to be with me and yet wanting to run from our past. He was in such turmoil, as the world continued to pull him away from his family.The spiritual battle was intense. God did not give up on him and neither did I.I believed &lt;span class=&quot;text-class-3&quot;&gt;&quot;When the battle is the Lord&#39;s, the victory is ours!&quot; &lt;/span&gt;1 Samuel 17:47 I prayed for my husband and his salvation as though his life depended on it. His eternal life was at stake here. He was so deceived by the sin he was in that he could not see the damage his choices were doing to him, to us and to our family. But God! &lt;span class=&quot;text-class-3&quot;&gt;With Him ALL things are possible.&lt;/span&gt; Matthew 19:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-9&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If it was for this purpose that God had called me to endure these trials, to stand in the gap on behalf of my husband, in order for us to be delivered from all that had us bound and return to our Lord, so we could be a family united, forever, then it was all worth it. The relationship I have with my Lord today is more than I could of ever hoped for, and the marriage we share today is beyond our wildest dreams. God is the God of restoration, His ways are better than our ways, no matter how ugly things got, our Lord was there to see us through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-9&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My husband has been home a little over two years now. We have gone through many trials and are forever grateful that the Lord allowed our marriage to destruct in such a manner that it got our attention, drew us back to God and to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text-class-9&quot;&gt;The love we share today is an absolute gift from God. We as a family have seen first hand the power of prayer and are believing together in the sanctity of marriage as we give God the glory for restoring our marriage and uniting our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/feeds/625045467290424618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2012/12/forever-marriage-ministries.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/625045467290424618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/625045467290424618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2012/12/forever-marriage-ministries.html' title='Forever Marriage Ministries'/><author><name>Robyn Buxton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657798863992423431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3a6ugrlnkbDyZfEHXkySs-_i4qfIFqg_7paWHm1Y4pkNMUSOEtxEbHFX0uklM3qlMEiDZM0HeX40US7gO1FwB4m2yT2RgLEgp9g-zbzSBScxxvs6MduhkOMXRjCgAw/s220/fog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608499171826867905.post-8421942411509727471</id><published>2012-12-03T15:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-03T15:49:03.494-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christ"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="forgiveness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mercy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="restoration"/><title type='text'>To Sum It Up</title><content type='html'>Our story began in 1983. I met my husband on a Saturday night, and we had our first date the very next weekend. We were still in high school and it was love at first sight. There was just “something” about him. A comfort, an expression, a familiarity, that was there from the beginning. We dated three plus years. We had our one and only son seven years later. We argued rarely. He worked. I worked. And life became routine.  Around the time our son turned four, we had the first warning sign. I blamed the internet and chat rooms. I never looked inward as to my role, perhaps that my lack of attention had anything to do with it. I was betrayed. I became even more distant.  He asked for forgiveness, and my broken heart said, “I will,” but my bruised soul said, “I can’t.”  Perhaps, it was even, “I won’t.”&lt;br /&gt;
Ten years pass by and we decide to build a new home, our dream home.  And almost six months to the day we broke ground, January 17, 2009, my life changed. On a clear, cold winter morning, I woke up at 4:30am and I knew what I needed to do. I went outside and retrieved his cell phone. I sat there looking at all the erased messages, erased phone calls, erased history of searches, and at 5:30am a new message came through. It had only two words, “Good Morning.” It was from a woman I did not know.  And at that moment, everything began to make sense, the distance between us, arguing over every little issue, working at the house until two in the morning, not answering my phone calls.  &lt;br /&gt;
Bruised, broken, devastated and lost are the only words that could describe how I felt. Not only had I lost my husband, I had lost my best friend. I was angry for a short second, but revenge never overtook me. I was in a state of shock. We separated and tried counseling, but my husband’s heart was closed to me. I remember telling him, “Snap out of it.” He became even more bitter, mean and narcissistic. Mid life crisis some call it, but I felt he was truly in a battle for his very soul.&lt;br /&gt;
I begged God, I prayed, I wept, and I stood. And while I stood for my marriage, God changed me. I guess I thought at first, that my husband was the one who needed to change. He sinned. I didn’t look at my own contributing behaviors or attitudes. But, as I read God’s word, I began to see myself, my own sin, my own heart and it was just as impure as his. “Secret sin.” Not visible on the outside, but harbored deep within our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
I would have loved for this fairy tale story to have had a quick and stress free ending. But it took three and a half years, three separations, three churches twenty-four hour prayer watch, two counselors, two homes, and many nights on my knees, and one broken man for our marriage to begin a turn towards restoration. And now, five years since that devastating text message, our marriage is better than either of us could have ever imagined. Not because we fixed it, but because of the mercy and grace poured out to us from our loving heavenly father.&lt;br /&gt;
Standing for marriage is not easy. I could not have done it without a strong faith, wonderful Christian parents, a body of believers that prayed unceasing, and many other people that crossed my path with words of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;
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 I&#39;m not without sin, are any of us? &lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/feeds/8421942411509727471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2012/12/to-sum-it-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/8421942411509727471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/8421942411509727471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2012/12/to-sum-it-up.html' title='To Sum It Up'/><author><name>Robyn Buxton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657798863992423431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3a6ugrlnkbDyZfEHXkySs-_i4qfIFqg_7paWHm1Y4pkNMUSOEtxEbHFX0uklM3qlMEiDZM0HeX40US7gO1FwB4m2yT2RgLEgp9g-zbzSBScxxvs6MduhkOMXRjCgAw/s220/fog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608499171826867905.post-5230617263958873129</id><published>2012-07-24T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-24T15:53:07.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It&amp;#39;s time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I began this blog at the beginning of a devastating time in my marriage.&lt;br&gt;
God is good and faithful to those who believe. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I believe in marriage. I believe it is a commitment unto God, not man.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I prayed, I wrote, I cried, I fasted, I begged, I gave up, I was broken....&lt;br&gt;
But I never stopped believing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;God answers prayers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Our marriage today is nothing like our marriage of before... Before God took us through fire, refined us, and created in us a new heart.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My story will never end... My story of a marriage saved, just began.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Praise His Holy Name!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#39;m leaving this blog behind... And beginning new elsewhere. Not sure where, not sure what, but God.changed me (CHanGE) my original title of my blog. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#39;m a better person, a better wife, a better friend, and a growing faithful lover of my Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thank you for your comments, your support, your prayers. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;God bless you, God bless each husband and wife... &lt;br&gt;
Believe in change.... But let it begin in you. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With love,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Robyn&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihAcvtDml1nv3xCXC1KwV397DNAovraWPuzJiir9mqTfVNKlUEH2LIh-ev5GqVRXCxd4c6nnlqQT_9FTlm2mdwLRDhJ02dVCmTGKuEcQr8Xq5CfGm5FRrXz69FpwaXbUQxYUnXIFZlIcog/&#39; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/feeds/5230617263958873129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2012/07/it-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/5230617263958873129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/5230617263958873129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2012/07/it-time.html' title='It&amp;#39;s time'/><author><name>Robyn Buxton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657798863992423431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3a6ugrlnkbDyZfEHXkySs-_i4qfIFqg_7paWHm1Y4pkNMUSOEtxEbHFX0uklM3qlMEiDZM0HeX40US7gO1FwB4m2yT2RgLEgp9g-zbzSBScxxvs6MduhkOMXRjCgAw/s220/fog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihAcvtDml1nv3xCXC1KwV397DNAovraWPuzJiir9mqTfVNKlUEH2LIh-ev5GqVRXCxd4c6nnlqQT_9FTlm2mdwLRDhJ02dVCmTGKuEcQr8Xq5CfGm5FRrXz69FpwaXbUQxYUnXIFZlIcog/s72-c" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608499171826867905.post-2585153946367458245</id><published>2012-06-10T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-10T07:06:10.207-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>Satan&amp;#39;s Strategies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a beat yourself up kinda girl. Always been. Even though I have really worked on this relentlessly... It still remains. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Satan tells me....&amp;#160; &quot;You aren&#39;t GOOD enough.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am the least perfect person in my own eyes. I don&#39;t need others to judge me, I do plenty of that for myself. I don&#39;t need my faults revealed, believe me.... They haunt me every single day. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I grew up in a very conservative Southern Baptist home. My father was a pastor. My mother was the picture perfect preacher&#39;s wife...and I was the rebellious child. Perfect sterotype. Epic failure. And I was reminded of how &quot;Unchristian&quot; my behavior reflected upon my father&#39;s ministry.... Often. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This reminder of what I should be, and how I&#39;m NOT what I&#39;m suppose to be... Seemed to be always playing in the back of my mind.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; It didn&#39;t help add to the fact that I was in search of acceptance and love. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have played many parts in my adult life searching for love and acceptance.&amp;#160; Roles that were defined by my upbringing. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Are we who we think we are? I&#39;m I who I am, or who I&#39;m trying to be?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#39;ve come to realize.... I&#39;m never going to be perfect, perhaps always far from it, but my imperfections don&#39;t define me. Satan wants me to feel beat down, unworthy, lacking... Those feelings and thoughts are not of Christ. The Holy Spirit is not trying to convict me of my sins by pointing a finger at me, scowling in disgust... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That is not what Christ&#39;s love is about.&amp;#160; If the greatest command to us as Christians is to love.... those judgmental, disapproving, accusing traits are contrary to everything I believe about Jesus Christ, Mercy and Grace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Did becoming saved place a covering over only the Christian&#39;s sins.... And not the sins of the world. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am 46 years old. I have had a very warped view of what being saved by grace is all about...if it means, my sins define me. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Satan wants me to live in an oppressed state. To feel less deserving, less worthy, less loved if I sin. Reminding me over and over of my failures.... my ROLE...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#39;m a sinner, saved by GRACE!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love Jesus. I know my Savior and we have a real relationship.&amp;#160; Do you know how I know our relationship is real, even when I fail?..... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The BIBLE tells me so. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Satan uses many strategies to turn us away from Christ... in the end... He loses. End of story.&lt;/p&gt;
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Sometimes it is good just to breathe.... Take in all your blessings and look at life with a new perspective. Sometimes it takes a death, sometimes a life, sometimes a break-up, sometimes a job change....but sometimes it is just as simple as life gets overwhelming.... and in the mess of it.... you struggle for air. &lt;/div&gt;
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There are times I have found myself holding my breath.... and I didn&#39;t even know it. Perhaps I was suffocating more than I ever knew it. Life pressing down on me for so long that before I even realized it.... I was barely breathing at all.&lt;/div&gt;
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Like a fish out of water, gasping for air............. &lt;/div&gt;
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I thank God for those in my life who have been my life line. Holding my head above water, or rescuing me, when I didn&#39;t have the strength on my own. &lt;/div&gt;
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That, my friends, is what I did. I felt hurt by a friend. I felt neglected, taken advantage of and instead of being an ADULT, I attacked. I don&#39;t like being attacked, but more than that,&lt;/div&gt;
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No one likes to be on the receiving end of spewed venom.... I know, because I have been on that end before as well. But regardless of which end you are on..... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;it&#39;s never cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;I struggle with the dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Literally, darkness makes me uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t like what I can&#39;t see. Nighttime makes me uneasy. Predators hunt under the cover of darkness.... sneaking, stalking, preying on the weak.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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And........&amp;nbsp;yet ............ I have dark areas of my life... sin.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like to hide &quot;my darkness&quot; from others. I want to be seen only in the light. Hidden from the judgment of the &quot;better thans&quot; the, &quot;you shoulds&quot;, the &quot;perfect people&quot;..... &lt;br /&gt;
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I am not comfortable being issued a sentence of hell and damnation for my sins from a fellow sinner. Aren&#39;t we all sinners..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Romans 3:23 ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was once that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Perfect Polly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(sarcasm)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Casting my Godly views on the weak, the unclean, the fallen.... I helped to reap coals on their heads, throwing stones at their already bruised and broken bodies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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but.........&amp;nbsp;then............everything changed.&amp;nbsp;Someone I loved dearly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
And fell hard into that &lt;em&gt;dark place&lt;/em&gt;. That hidden place, that place of shame....loss.....destruction.&lt;br /&gt;
............and for the life of me I could not condemn them. I could not cast my piercing darts of fire and brimstone upon them.&amp;nbsp; I found the one thing that I should have had towards all mankind throughout my whole life........&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;mercy and grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&quot;Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst. &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Darkness wants to engulf us. The evil one lurks to pounce on those who are weak....and we all have weaknesses. We need a Protector, a Rescuer, ...............&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;a Savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Who offers HOPE when we fall, grace when we fail, and mercy to heal our brokenness. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;To be Christian means to forgive the inexcusable, because God has forgiven the inexcusable in you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;C.S.Lewis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been in the worse place of my life, and at the same time, felt more loved than I had ever known before.&lt;br /&gt;During these trials, dissapointments..... time of pure saddness, Christ arose in me. Reminded me that I am HIS, have always been HIS, even when I was the one thrown aside......and even in my deepest despair.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I walked outside to the most glorious day. I looked out across the lake and saw the sun glistening off the water and &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;exhaled. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At that moment, God spoke to me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;&quot;Well done, my good and faithful servant, You don&#39;t have to fear anymore, this is your blessing. Just drink it in!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We are living in the house we all built, I am married to the same man&amp;nbsp;I first fell in love with 28 years ago, &amp;nbsp;and we are all still a family............. but mostly ..............I have &lt;em&gt;PEACE, JOY, and PRAISE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;We made it.&lt;/span&gt; Our marriage made it. Our family made it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, I can breathe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It may only last a day, or it may last forever, but for now...........&amp;nbsp; I know it&#39;s time to LIVE ...every single day! Breathing in God&#39;s goodness.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-15510&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-15511&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Worship the LORD with gladness; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;come before him with joyful songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-15512&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Know that the LORD is God. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is he who made us, and we are his; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;we are his people, the sheep of his pasture. &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-15513&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Enter his gates with thanksgiving &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and his courts with praise; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;give thanks to him and praise his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-15514&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; For the LORD is good and his love endures forever; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;his faithfulness continues through all generations. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I feel vunerable, unsure, alone, confused, angry, depressed, insignificant...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;More times than I&#39;d like to ever admit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Broken trust can do that.&amp;#160; Leave a deep crevasse of doubt, insecurity.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#39;m not healed...not even close, but closer than I was ....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Time can heal all wounds they say...but time moves slowly when the wounds are deep and scars remain.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Praise Him in the storm...one song I listen to reminds me... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Because through them, I am not the same.... Never the same... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But a survivor..... A warrior.... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And when I stand before the Lord God Almighty.... I will hear Him say..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well done.... My good and faithful servant.&amp;#160; Well done.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/feeds/1986549579750668331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2012/03/fragile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/1986549579750668331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/1986549579750668331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2012/03/fragile.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>Robyn Buxton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657798863992423431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3a6ugrlnkbDyZfEHXkySs-_i4qfIFqg_7paWHm1Y4pkNMUSOEtxEbHFX0uklM3qlMEiDZM0HeX40US7gO1FwB4m2yT2RgLEgp9g-zbzSBScxxvs6MduhkOMXRjCgAw/s220/fog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608499171826867905.post-3597925958565593837</id><published>2012-02-28T15:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T15:55:31.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncomfortable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My family dynamics have changed over the last year... Empty nest has a whole new meaning.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My son is away in college. My house is quiet. Our meals are simplier...cereal is an easy one to fix...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#39;ve struggled this year... During this transition...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lost in the unfamiliar.....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With lots of time on my hands to think about those changes...and to be honest.... I&#39;ve not done as well as I wish I had...at this point.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Change.... I do not do it well. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But, I&#39;m trying. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Trying to find my place....finding my purpose...my self.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes we hold onto the old because it is comfortable.....familiar....and secure...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But there will be times in our lives that we are forced to change direction......and in those times.....we experience growing pains.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I think we will all go through times of major life changes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Births, deaths, kids leaving home, marriage stresses, personal battles..and such.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&#39;s in these times we are pulled to and fro that in the midst of the caios we find who we are as an individual...what we stand for, who we depend on, who we really ARE.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#39;m learning to be comfortable with my new life...my new role, my new purpose. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know the plans I have for you..... Jeremiah 29:11. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So glad I have a Savior to lead me there.... &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;A SITUATION- A PAIN- A PROBLEM- A TEMPTATION- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;A NEED- A SICKNESS- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;A PERSON- A BURDEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Life is not about walking among the ROSES............... but learning to appreciate their beauty, while dodging their thorns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Carefully handled&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Closely guarded&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Gently held&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;because of the &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;THORNS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;If God didn&#39;t allow pain in your life, would you be dependent on him? Would pride take over? Would our own value be so elevated that we wouldn&#39;t need anyone else...because we got it all.......on our own. We wouldn&#39;t need comfort. We wouldn&#39;t need direction. We wouldn&#39;t long for something better, easier, less hurtful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Where would I be if I had such a sense of ENTITLEMENT- ELITISM? Would I need a Jesus? Would I need a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;S A V I O R ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Because of the surpassing greatness of the &lt;sup class=&quot;xref&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-NASB-29030N&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference N&amp;quot;&amp;gt;N&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;revelations, for this reason, to keep me from exalting myself, there was given me a &lt;sup class=&quot;xref&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-NASB-29030O&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference O&amp;quot;&amp;gt;O&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;thorn in the flesh, a &lt;sup class=&quot;xref&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-NASB-29030P&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference P&amp;quot;&amp;gt;P&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;messenger of Satan to torment me—to keep me from exalting myself! &lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NASB-29031&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Concerning this I implored the Lord &lt;sup class=&quot;xref&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-NASB-29031Q&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference Q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Q&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;three times that it might leave me. &lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NASB-29032&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;And He has said to me, &lt;span class=&quot;woj&quot; style=&quot;background-color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;“My grace is sufficient for you, for &lt;sup class=&quot;xref&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-NASB-29032R&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference R&amp;quot;&amp;gt;R&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;power is perfected in weakness.”&lt;/span&gt; Most gladly, therefore, I will rather &lt;sup class=&quot;xref&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-NASB-29032S&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference S&amp;quot;&amp;gt;S&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. &lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NASB-29033&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Therefore &lt;sup class=&quot;xref&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-NASB-29033T&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference T&amp;quot;&amp;gt;T&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;I am well content with weaknesses, with insults, with &lt;sup class=&quot;xref&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-NASB-29033U&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference U&amp;quot;&amp;gt;U&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;distresses, with &lt;sup class=&quot;xref&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-NASB-29033V&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference V&amp;quot;&amp;gt;V&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;persecutions, with &lt;sup class=&quot;xref&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-NASB-29033W&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference W&amp;quot;&amp;gt;W&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;difficulties, &lt;sup class=&quot;xref&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-NASB-29033X&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference X&amp;quot;&amp;gt;X&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;for Christ’s sake; for &lt;sup class=&quot;xref&quot; value=&quot;(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-NASB-29033Y&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference Y&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Y&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&quot;&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;when I am weak, then I am strong. &lt;/div&gt;
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Do I know that the thorn is there because God is teaching me to be dependent on HIM ALONE...his Grace. His Power. I can BEG for the thorn to be removed...............but the THORN keeps me closer to HIM.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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If we could see the &lt;em&gt;end all&lt;/em&gt;, the &quot;&lt;strong&gt;big picture&lt;/strong&gt;&quot;, the &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;PLAN&lt;/span&gt;.............. would I really want that thorn removed? If the END IS &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt; OR &lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #660000;&quot;&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I think anything that keeps me leaning on Jesus.... is more of a blessing than a hindrance. &lt;/div&gt;
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Psalm 46:10 (NLT)&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This phrase was given to me more as a &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;challenge&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;than as a&amp;nbsp;question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;Without a shadow of a doubt...... without hesitation..... without having to even think about it................&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;what do you know.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;Not, what do you &lt;em&gt;think,&lt;/em&gt; or what do you&lt;em&gt; feel&lt;/em&gt;...... but&amp;nbsp;what do you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KNOW.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Here is what I DO KNOW......... My reality is relative to me and me alone. What someone else perceives as reality for me, is merely a projection of their own reality.....thus... my own perceptions are in fact - only my reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Confused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Real&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;knowing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;comes through the one who created us, loves us, saves us,&amp;nbsp;KNOWS us...&lt;br /&gt;
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The only thing I KNOW is Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;
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I know He is the way to KNOWING..... &lt;br /&gt;
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There are times I may feel like I know something.............but in reality, I really do not know.... anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go to the one who &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;KNOWS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it all. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;O Lord, you have searched me and you know me.&lt;br /&gt;You know when I sit and when I rise; You perceive&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts from afar.&lt;br /&gt;You discern my going out and my lying down;&lt;br /&gt;You are familiar with all my ways.&lt;br /&gt;Before a word is on my tongue You know it&lt;br /&gt;completely, O Lord.&lt;br /&gt;You hem me in- behind and before;&lt;br /&gt;You have laid Your hand before me.&lt;br /&gt;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,&lt;br /&gt;too lofty for me to attain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You created my inmost being;&lt;br /&gt;You knit me together in my mother&#39;s womb.&lt;br /&gt;I praise You because I am fearfully and&lt;br /&gt;wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;I know that full well.&lt;br /&gt;My frame was not hidden from You when I&lt;br /&gt;was made in the secret place.&lt;br /&gt;When I was woven together in the depths&lt;br /&gt;of the earth, Your eyes saw my unformed body.&lt;br /&gt;All the days ordained for me were written in&lt;br /&gt;Your book before one of them came to be.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139: 1-6, 13-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phil. 4:13 &quot; I can do everything through him that gives me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; STRENGTH&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As 2011 comes to an end, I began thinking about a New Year&#39;s resolution. &lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t want the norm..&lt;i&gt;. Lose weight, save money, exercise more....&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted a challenge to myself that had meaning behind it. One that would help me grow as a person, and inevitably benefit those around me. &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m a cheesy kind of girl. Not a romantic, perhaps more a softy would be a better word. I love to create memories. The older I become, the more good memories mean to me. So a friend suggested that I pick a word. One word that would be the driving force, the reminder of good things, good times, good memories.&lt;br /&gt;
As I began thinking about my word, this scripture continued to come to me... Phil. 4:13.&amp;nbsp; And one word stood out... &lt;br /&gt;
STRENGTH.&lt;br /&gt;
When I think of strength, I think of sturdy, strong, support, and all these are things I need in my life, but they are also things I need to be to others.&lt;br /&gt;
So, my challenge to myself for 2012 is this..... Strength.&lt;br /&gt;
Whatever that means to me at any given time, It always reminds me of the one who gives it.... Christ.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe He is leading me on this journey for a reason. I&#39;m not one to believe in chance.&lt;br /&gt;
In the course of this new year, I&#39;m looking forward to understanding and reflecting on the reason this word, and this verse stood out. Life is a journey. Life can be hard. We all need strength...but mostly for me it&#39;s a constant reminder of the source.&lt;br /&gt;
I can do all things through CHRIST who strengthens me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let the new year begin....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Read about my young friend, who&#39;s faith will inspire you...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She is 28 and battling breast cancer.&amp;#160; I love her blog title...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&quot;Annefightsback&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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A friend loveth at all times.... Proverbs 17:17&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve changed a lot in the past few years.... not because I wanted to, but because I had to....&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve learned from the mistakes of others, but mainly from my own mistakes....&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t change the past, but I can totally change the future, my future.&lt;br /&gt;
Let me share this revelation.... it&#39;s simple, easy to remember and true.&lt;br /&gt;
YOU CAN NOT CHANGE SOMEONE ELSE, BUT YOU CAN CHANGE YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;
I have shared my mantra over and over, &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;everyone has issues&lt;/span&gt;.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; People are going to hurt, be deceived, be let down, kicked around, saddened, lonely, burdened, frustrated..... because.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Everyone has issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And since the fall of man, we will continue to have issues&amp;nbsp;while we are on this earth.&amp;nbsp; [Gen. 2 &amp;amp; 3]&lt;br /&gt;
I get so blown away when someone tells me that I did something that I unknowingly or unintentionally did that hurt someone&#39;s feeling.&amp;nbsp; I want to raise my hands and say..&lt;br /&gt;
Really....(because I am in total shock)&lt;br /&gt;
What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;
Do you think I did that intentionally?&lt;br /&gt;
What, you think you have been a totally perfect friend.... ?&lt;br /&gt;
I want to &lt;em&gt;&quot;defend&quot;&lt;/em&gt; myself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
but......instead I say&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;......I&#39;m sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Getting along with others is easy......&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; love them more than you love yourself.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not perfect, unappreciative, or even mean, just for the sake of drama.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t need anymore drama... I&#39;ve had enough for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;
I want earthly relationships, but I&#39;m not going to be lashed out at, pushed around, bullied, bulldozed, and berated... because I did something that I absolutely did &quot;unintentionally&quot; and hurt their feelings. I have NO desire to ever cause hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
Either love me for who I AM, or don&#39;t. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I am better off without trying to be a people pleaser&lt;/span&gt;. I am better off letting those hurt and devastated by my unintentional selfish cruel acts -off the hook.&amp;nbsp; Hey, here&#39;s your get out of the friendship free card....&amp;nbsp; You no longer are required to accept me for who I am... You&#39;ve done your time befriending the pitiful, weak, woman that I was. Poor, thing.&lt;br /&gt;
I want a FRIEND to be a friend because of who I can become, not because of the devestating trials my life has had to endue. I don&#39;t want anyone&#39;s pity. &lt;br /&gt;
I want GRACE. I want someone to see me and realize, everybody has issues... and what people do or don&#39;t do, just forgive, extend the hand of mercy. LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, so many haven&#39;t had to experience even ONE of my life&#39;s trials on this 46 year journey.&lt;br /&gt;
You want to know real drop to your knees hurt, brokenness, defeat... just ask me to share.... &lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t be numb to the pain of others... don&#39;t be petty.... love one another, forgive one another, look inside your own heart....Have you ever neglected by default, unintentionally said something that hurt another&#39;s feelings, or unknowingly upset someone else???&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WWJD?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/feeds/8888543405028759284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-you-do-change.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/8888543405028759284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/8888543405028759284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-you-do-change.html' title='When you do Change...'/><author><name>Robyn Buxton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657798863992423431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3a6ugrlnkbDyZfEHXkySs-_i4qfIFqg_7paWHm1Y4pkNMUSOEtxEbHFX0uklM3qlMEiDZM0HeX40US7gO1FwB4m2yT2RgLEgp9g-zbzSBScxxvs6MduhkOMXRjCgAw/s220/fog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608499171826867905.post-9036784519559888146</id><published>2011-12-01T05:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T05:12:32.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet and Spicy Pecans</title><content type='html'>Hunter&#39;s favorite Christmas snack!&lt;br /&gt;
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5 cups pecan halves&lt;br /&gt;
1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;
1 tea. cinn&lt;br /&gt;
1 tea salt&lt;br /&gt;
1/2 tea nutmeg or pumpkin spice&lt;br /&gt;
1/2 tea cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;
1 egg white&lt;br /&gt;
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Beat together one egg white and 1 tea. water until floffy. Stir in pecan halves and coat well.&lt;br /&gt;
In another bowl mix all other dry ingredients. Pour dry mixture over pecans and toss. &lt;br /&gt;
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Spread on large lightly greased cookie sheet and bake at 325 for 20 mins. &lt;br /&gt;
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Cool on wax or parchment paper and enjoy! YUM&lt;br /&gt;
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Whether it&#39;s food, sleep, extra activities... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m a creature of habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And not all my habits are productive.&lt;br /&gt;
I tend to &lt;em&gt;overthink&lt;/em&gt;, over compensate, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;overreact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; over indulge, over expose, &lt;u&gt;over analyze&lt;/u&gt;, over infringe, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;
Nighttime is my &quot;write&quot; time. Or should I say, the wee morning hours. I awaken somewhere between 2:30am and 3:00am and the routine begins.&lt;br /&gt;Check the weather, check my email, check my facebook, read my bible, pray, read a commentary, read fellow bloggers posts.... Drink coffee.... Lots and lots of coffee...&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes habits are not healthy, but this nightly ritual has proven to be very beneficial... I have found strength, inspiration, peace, joy...in the early morning hours. &lt;br /&gt;I tell my friends and family, it&#39;s my God time. &lt;br /&gt;What was the day before, and what is to come are reflected upon. An ending and a beginning. I like new beginnings. Fresh starts... Do overs...&lt;strong&gt; Second chances..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My life has been full of them.&lt;br /&gt;
In these hours I come to the core of what is important.... And it always come back to one central theme, thought, emotion.... Love.&lt;br /&gt;
Love is the foundation of who I long to be, what I long to reflect, who Christ is... Love. &lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s what I believe in more than anything else... Love exist.&lt;br /&gt;
So, as bad, unproductive, unimportant, some of my habits are....this God time is one habit I don&#39;t want to break. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;I love to laugh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I surround myself with friends who keep me in stitches.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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Laughter is the best medicine for me.&amp;nbsp; I just spent another day hanging out with one of my favorite friends.&lt;/div&gt;
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She makes life fun. And the stress of the routine, the pain of life&#39;s dissappointments, the bordem of day to day, is washed away in the tears of a knee slapping moment.&lt;/div&gt;
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How blessed I am to have such great friends.&lt;br /&gt;
They don&#39;t take life too seriously, and they don&#39;t let me either...&lt;/div&gt;
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One thing I can say about my friends is this.....&lt;/div&gt;
They have a positive outlook on life. No sorrow to deep that a smile, a wink, a laugh can&#39;t make better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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And...... That makes them the very, very, very best friends this girl could ever ask for.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 17:17 The Message (MSG)&amp;nbsp; Friends love through all kinds of weather, and families stick together in all kinds of trouble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Anger has always been something I&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t claimed rights too;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;fearing it would reveal it&#39;s ugliest parts within me&amp;nbsp;and devour my very soul. &lt;/div&gt;
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Anger makes me lash out, makes me cruel, makes me UGLY. &lt;/div&gt;
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I am usually a very &quot;in control&quot; person&amp;nbsp;and anger takes CONTROL of me. I don&#39;t like not being in control of my own emotions and reactions....&lt;/div&gt;
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I give away my power............ and in the RAGE.... I become&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt; weak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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ANGER runs the gamut of emotions, but the outcome of it&#39;s venom is spewed upon others who happen to fall prey, or slip past unknowing, ..................the innocent get the worst of it.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is like a side of me that I never knew existed emerges from some deep&amp;nbsp;crevasse.....&lt;/div&gt;
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Where&amp;nbsp;did this&amp;nbsp;ANGER come from?&lt;/div&gt;
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FROM AMERICAN PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSOCIATION:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Anger&lt;/strong&gt; is an emotion characterized by antagonism toward someone or something you feel has deliberately done you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
Anger can be a good thing. It can give you a way to express negative feelings, for example, or motivate you to find solutions to problems.&lt;br /&gt;
But excessive anger can cause problems. Increased blood pressure and other physical changes associated with anger make it difficult to think straight and harm your physical and mental health.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know, even God was an ANGRY God at times.... but I ain&#39;t no GOD! Guess, I need to do some relaxation, anger management type techniques and forgive myself for being less than perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some tips for dealing with ANGER I found:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;deep breathing&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;visualizing&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;change of scenery&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;humor&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;become a better communicator&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;work on problem solving techniques&lt;/li&gt;
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For now, I&#39;m going to breathe and relax and laugh and communicate with my family better this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;
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Gotta start somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now what?&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m searching the Word for the answers...&lt;br /&gt;
Now what?&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;nbsp;feel such displacement.....&lt;br /&gt;
Now what?&lt;br /&gt;
I know enough about my Lord to know this...&lt;br /&gt;
He has the answers I don&#39;t have&lt;br /&gt;
Now what???&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m believing that He will&amp;nbsp;lead me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe my question should not be, &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;But,.... What Lord???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you&#39;re in this season, know you&#39;re not alone. &lt;br /&gt;
God is with you....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Ecclesiastes 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A Time for Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class=&quot;versenum&quot; id=&quot;en-NLT-17336&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; For everything there is a season,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a time for every activity under heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/feeds/993382668592883745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2011/11/now-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/993382668592883745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/993382668592883745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2011/11/now-what.html' title='Now What?'/><author><name>Robyn Buxton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657798863992423431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3a6ugrlnkbDyZfEHXkySs-_i4qfIFqg_7paWHm1Y4pkNMUSOEtxEbHFX0uklM3qlMEiDZM0HeX40US7gO1FwB4m2yT2RgLEgp9g-zbzSBScxxvs6MduhkOMXRjCgAw/s220/fog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608499171826867905.post-4410711573073310345</id><published>2011-11-04T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T08:37:07.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discernment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I usually don&#39;t ask for prayer, but I need my fellow believers to pray for spiritual discernment in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Thank you for praying!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;versetext&quot; id=&quot;eph6-18&quot; style=&quot;display: inline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;versenum&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 6:18 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&quot;In the same way, prayer is essential in this ongoing warfare. Pray hard and long. Pray for your brothers and sisters. Keep your eyes open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;versetext&quot; style=&quot;display: inline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Keep each other&#39;s spirits up so that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;versetext&quot; style=&quot;display: inline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;no one falls behind or drops out.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/feeds/4410711573073310345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2011/11/discernment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/4410711573073310345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608499171826867905/posts/default/4410711573073310345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynwbuxton.blogspot.com/2011/11/discernment.html' title='Discernment'/><author><name>Robyn Buxton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657798863992423431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3a6ugrlnkbDyZfEHXkySs-_i4qfIFqg_7paWHm1Y4pkNMUSOEtxEbHFX0uklM3qlMEiDZM0HeX40US7gO1FwB4m2yT2RgLEgp9g-zbzSBScxxvs6MduhkOMXRjCgAw/s220/fog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDW8WAzzs1z3lSC-iJG0S7OR3A6We6cpnDeKbTTwSO9b3EZxzIHgNBu_oaziEhtu2z-bWwHMCEKcfKbv3u8_ptScAwfgBXoiph1Ai0rFuiLTjWjX9eUCe7AqaIewxWn2c08wKPlRpPo9dx/s72-c/hands.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>