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I am not sure how or why Joanne and I were so close. She was just one of those people that you meet and sit down and talk. We were so different in some ways but in other ways so alike. She was extremely creative, which is how I met her, and I was more business minded. We seamlessly blended together with respect and encouragement and our love for God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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On reflection, I think I had the biggest admiration for the things she could see with her creative eye. She painted, she crafted, she wrote children&#39;s books. wrote poems,&amp;nbsp; and the creativity was apparent in all that she was a part of in life. When I would listen to her and see things through her eyes the things of God just popped out and became clear. As we talked, she probably had no idea that my mind was taking God out of the box I put Him in but expanding my view of who He is and what love He has for us. So simple and yet so complicated sometimes. We all need that friend that draws us closer but also give us a bigger picture of who God really is in our life.&lt;/div&gt;
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A few years ago, she received the&amp;nbsp; news that she had cancer. When they found it they didn&#39;t give her&amp;nbsp; more than a few months, I met her about two years later after her diagnoses and she was as vivacious as ever. She was standing on the promise that God had given her more time and more energy to fight. A fight she gave that cancer. She held on for two more years. Even through the pain and her body giving out on her, she kept fighting. There were things she wanted to finish before she left this world. Things that God had put on her heart and she finished each one. When she walked through those gates of heaven she talked all the way there. She was ready and happy, if you can even say something like that at that moment, but peace and happiness seemed to be what the family felt as she walked on to another place where she no longer has to fight.&lt;/div&gt;
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Through this journey with her, really on the outskirts, somehow our relationship deepened. It became something very special and honoring. Her Pastor spoke at her funeral and talked a lot about relationships. Relationships with each other, with family and friends. That this is the most important thing in life. Jesus constantly talks about it and encourages us to love one another. It&#39;s not what you have, not what you want but learning the heart of God and that He truly desires our love for Him.&lt;/div&gt;
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Time is short, life can change in a moment, standing and being a friend is a life long honor and privilege that we don&#39;t always see. I have had my own battles with health and almost dying a couple of times in the recent years. Somehow, this message makes so much sense to me. It&#39;s just not what you have, it&#39;s what you have to give and the most important part is YOU.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;garamond&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I always picture Paul as a humble and unassuming man after
he met Christ on the Damascus Road. But, the thing that draws you to him in his
writings is his passion for living a life following Christ. In his writings,
you can feel the compassion, the mercy, the correction, the standard that he
places on himself to not lose one ounce of time so he can spend it knowing God,
Jesus and the Holy Spirit, as much as he could here on earth. He was a man with
a mission. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;garamond&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;That passion exuded through him and around him. So much so
that people were healed when they were in his presence. Can you imagine being
so close to God that when you walked by miracles just happened through nothing
about you but through the supernatural power of God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;garamond&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;As my studies have brought me to really meet Paul, learn
more about him. I see that the possibility to be that close with God is
available to us today as well. That deep walk with God is not just for those in
the time of the early church but this time 2,000+ years later. By no means have
I arrived at that place, in fact I think I am just stepping out on my journey.
My intention is to press in, to know God more and to have a passionate walk
with God. A hunger and thirst for righteousness. It will mean that I will have
things in my heart that I must face and deal with, it will mean that I will
have to give up some habits and some things I love but the prize is running the
race! The prize is knowing Christ more and more and that I know him intimately,
“to be still and know that I am God”. To obtain that confidence and trust in
God that I know “all things come together for good for those who love the
Lord”. Standing strong in the face of adversity and instead of me fighting the
battle, knowing that God has already gone before me. It is one thing to know
the scripture and it is another thing to know &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am not sure when it happened, or even how it happened. I believe it must have
started with my Mom. You know how their habits, that you will never mimic
because they rubbed you the wrong way, you tend to end up doing. Spring
cleaning I believe must have been one of them. How do I know? I hear the groan
from my daughter every time I announce we have a new project we need to get done!
Cleaning out a closet, a room re-organization, new painting that might need to
be done. It seems the list can keep you quite busy for some time. And somewhere
in the deepest part of my brain I hear that still small voice, no not the Holy
Spirit, my Mom telling me what to do, when to do it and would you please get
rid of all those things you don’t need. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;But the thing that is happening along with cleaning is that
still small voice of the Holy Spirit. As the air is filtrating through the
house, clean and fresh, it seems my spirit is longing for that same clearing
out of the clutter. Dispensing of old habits and thoughts that do not line up
with my Father. The Bible says “Create in me a clean heart and renew a right
spirit in me”…we need that renewing, that refreshing, I could go on and&amp;nbsp; on and let you know the tears that I have cried over my selfishness in the light of my heart or I could tell you of my skinned knee&#39;s trying to make myself honorable in God&#39;s sight but you have your own stories where this story fits you and only you. You know your mountains and the re-shaping, re-thinking of your circumstances that only God can show you to change you. The hardest reality I have faced is seeing the love of God. Realizing that no matter how &quot;honorable&quot; I try to be, that the reality is that God doesn&#39;t want me to work so hard at it. He just wants me to be &quot;me&quot; because that is who He made me to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you are like me you
don’t just go to the Lord in prayer and ask, I am prompted by reading (or
washing of the Word), sermons that go down deep to that inner being and wake it
up where it has been asleep, and that quiet time where I know to “Be still and
know that I am God”. That place that trust, faith and love intercept and He
takes me by the hand to yet a deeper walk on the water than ever before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;So the clearing out, the skinned knee&#39;s, the heart wrenching rears are all worth it when you walk into the deeper love that you thought could never exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;In time we all
endure suffering of some kind. The fight to survive the crisis is sometimes not
in the crisis but in the journey afterward. The aftermath of devastation that
surrounds us. When a tornado, hurricane or natural disaster hits you see the
houses, the cars, the memento’s scattered through the streets. In that rubble
is the lives that were affected by the disaster.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In other moments of disaster you may not see
the physical aspects of live blowing down the street but you can see and feel
the spiritual and emotional effect of the event. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;The onslaught of
emotion that we feel after we have stood and the draining of those resources
and life ebbs back into routine. The wounds that are left behind from the
crisis of the moment. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;We all quote the
scripture, we all hit our knees in the harshest moment but what happens
after?&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What happens if things don&#39;t work
out as we asked God to intervene in the crisis? What if we lose a limb? Lose a
loved one? What if what has been before will never be again? As we walk, we
need to keep this in mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #888888; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #888888; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 40:31&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #888888; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For they that wait on the Lord, shall renew their strength,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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wings like eagles&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #888888; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They shall walk and not faint&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;Even though our
mind is racing with all the devastation, we stand. We stand on the character of
the one that holds our life in His hands. Instead of allowing the cares of this
world overtake us, we make it clear that we serve God in every way. We hold
steady. We don’t look to the right or left but let our eyes focus on the one
who loves us more than we can ever know. We look into those eyes of grace and
know in our hearts He is our strength.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;We stand firm in
all kinds of trouble, hard times and suffering.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Even though the emotions will overwhelm, we stand. Then, as we stand,
one day we will realize we took a step, then another and then we will be
running again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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the faint of heart, it is for the courageous. But at the same time the weak.
Because in our weakness, the glory of God shines brighter than we can ever
know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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morning I am reading in Matthew 14 and I ran across this parable that a little
light glimmered across It: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;label1&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: rgb(252, 236, 0); color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;content9&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: rgb(252, 236, 0); color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;And Peter answered him, “Lord, if it is you,
command me to come to you on the water.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;label1&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: rgb(252, 236, 0); color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-highlight-color=&quot;#fcec00&quot; data-usfm=&quot;MAT.14.29&quot;&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;content9&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: rgb(252, 236, 0); color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;He said, “Come.” So Peter got out of the boat
and walked on the water and came to Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;content9&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-usfm=&quot;MAT.14.30&quot;&gt;But when he saw the
wind, he was afraid, and beginning to sink he cried out, “Lord, save me.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;label1&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-usfm=&quot;MAT.14.31&quot;&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;content9&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him,
saying to him, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;label1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-usfm=&quot;MAT.14.32&quot;&gt;32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;content9&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;And when they got into the boat, the wind ceased.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;content9&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We all know it this parable. We have heard
sermon after sermon about it. I just saw something new in it that I thought
might speak to someone else as it did me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;content9&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Peter, being a fisherman, was not
afraid of sinking in the water. He was a fisherman after all and in the water
all the time. I am sure he had seen a lot of times in the water and well
equipped to swim. What caused him to get his focus off God was not the water
but the wind! As a fisherman he knew that the wind would create a storm and
quickly. His mind is quickly calculating how fast they can get back to the
boat. How far are they from the boat? How are they going to be able to stand
through this storm without the safety of the boat to hold them up? He rushes
through all the scenarios in his mind of how they can best handle the situation
until he realizes, he has never been in this situation. How do mortal men walk
on water and get to safety with a storm coming? All these thoughts must have
rushed through his mind in a matter of seconds &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He wants to protect them both but his quick
exhaustive list has run dry. There is nothing he can do so he cries out “Lord,
save me”. And Jesus acknowledges his heart. He was the first out of the boat but
he wants so much more for him. So much more to give him. Peace in the midst of
the storm. Eyes trusting not on earthly things but trained to see past that to
trust the Father in all things.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Jesus
admonishment was not about his faith out of the boat but his lack of faith that
something bigger could change his focus. That his first thought was not trust
in Him but trusting Peter’s abilities until Peter could not see a way they he
himself could fix the situation. That he did not realize that Jesus would hold
him through the storm, through the hard times, through the darkness of the
unknown. That something as small as the wind would not take away from his care
and protection.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;content9&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Peter took his eyes off of what
Jesus had for him. We all think that if we stepped out of that boat onto the
water to walk, that we would be so in awe of God that we would have made it all
the way. But how many times does God do a huge miracle in our life and then we
turn around and have forgotten what He has done because the next crisis is on
the horizon and our fear overcame our trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;We &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1509; mso-comment-reference: JG_1;&quot;&gt;all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-special-character: comment;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; have a story to tell.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We have a place where we found God so &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1544; mso-comment-reference: JG_2;&quot;&gt;profoundly &lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportAnnotations]--&gt;that we made Him not only our Savior but Lord of our life.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The Bible talks about these &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1600; mso-comment-parent: 3; mso-comment-reference: BK_4;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1544; mso-comment-reference: JG_3;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-comment-continuation: 4;&quot;&gt;profound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportAnnotations]--&gt;moments.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The scripture says in Revelation 12:10-11: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;For the accuser of our
brothers and sisters,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;Who accuses them before
our God day and night?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;Has been hurled down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;They
triumphed over him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the blood of the Lamb&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And by the word of their
testimony;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;I
know this to be true. Many of us hear someone else’s testimony and are
encouraged. We can hold on stronger to our faith, we can take just one more
step, we can confess and allow God to heal that brokenness and our strength is
renewed. When someone tells their testimony with such honesty and truth it
breaks the yoke that is upon us. It allows us to give our burden to the Lord in
the light of what we know to be true about Him. It makes our burden lighter,
easier to carry, easier to have faith in the road unseen. Sometimes the Lord
uses that testimony &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1511; mso-comment-reference: JG_5;&quot;&gt;in
our life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportAnnotations]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-special-character: comment;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;so
we can see how loving and giving and easy it is for Him to love us and help us
have more faith.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;We
also have a place where &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1602; mso-comment-parent: 6; mso-comment-reference: BK_7;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1512; mso-comment-reference: JG_6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-comment-continuation: 7;&quot;&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-special-character: comment;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;
changes our foundation, view, perception When that moment comes, it seems like
we are facing &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1512; mso-comment-reference: JG_8;&quot;&gt;head
first into a hurricane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportAnnotations]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-special-character: comment;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The waves are crashing on top of us and we
can’t seem to catch our breath. All we know, all we are, all we seem to be
unravels and we desperately seek to anchor our footing so we can have a solid
hold on the things we have known. In that moment, inside the eye of the
hurricane we don’t see the changes the water has made. The shifts of the sand
beneath our feet. The way it moves the water around us and strengthens our
stance as we place our feet on solid footing and weather&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1513; mso-comment-reference: JG_9;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportAnnotations]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-special-character: comment;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the
storm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the midst of the storm we hear that still small voice. A whisper of truth to hold on. We struggle to grasp the grip of His hand, to hold on to our faith, our love and the Father who we know ultimately has it all in control. Finally we feel our hands in His, and the grasp is so strong we know without a shadow of doubt that He has us, in His grip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;In those times doubt &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1515; mso-comment-reference: JG_10;&quot;&gt;creeps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-special-character: comment;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;in before you find that strong grip, that solid
ground, you wonder if He knows the storm is raging. Much like the time Jesus
was asleep in the boat and the &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1515; mso-comment-reference: JG_11;&quot;&gt;Di&lt;/a&gt;sciples shook him awake and asked “Lord Do you not see
the waves crashing around us”?&lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1516; mso-comment-reference: JG_12;&quot;&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportAnnotations]--&gt;You know He is there, &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1516; mso-comment-reference: JG_13;&quot;&gt;but&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportAnnotations]--&gt;[ the struggle to find Him while you are battling the
wind, is hard. You see darkly in the midst of the trial and can’t seem to find
solid ground. This storm might be the one &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1516; mso-comment-reference: JG_14;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportAnnotations]--&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;msocomanchor&quot; href=&quot;file:///C:/Users/barb/Documents/We%20all%20have%20a%20story%20to%20tell.docx&quot; id=&quot;_anchor_14&quot; language=&quot;JavaScript&quot; name=&quot;_msoanchor_14&quot;&gt;[JG14]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-special-character: comment;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; ravages us and leaves us in a heap with no energy to
fight another day. This storm is raging may leave us all alone and gasping for
air. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;Have
you been there? Maybe you have walked alone for so long that the only things
you allow yourself to do is keep the smile pasted on, the hard things in your
luggage compartment locked and closed, and the heart walled away so the pain
can have a nice hiding place and maybe, just maybe there will not be another
storm. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;When
we have been hurt or struggled so hard, I know how easy it is to close the pain
off and not want to look at it again. &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1546; mso-comment-reference: JG_16;&quot;&gt;To try &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1546; mso-comment-reference: JG_15;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-comment-continuation: 16;&quot;&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-comment-continuation: 16;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportAnnotations]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-special-character: comment;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;hold things at bay until the storm passes. I don’t
deny wanting rest and restoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportAnnotations]--&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;msocomanchor&quot; href=&quot;file:///C:/Users/barb/Documents/We%20all%20have%20a%20story%20to%20tell.docx&quot; id=&quot;_anchor_16&quot; language=&quot;JavaScript&quot; name=&quot;_msoanchor_16&quot;&gt;[&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-special-character: comment;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;. But, I know that if we truly want to know God we
must understand His heart for us.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Seeing
the wind for what it can create in our heart if we lean into the Father for
strength, healing and hope. Then those raging waters will come and we can see
the true things that lie in the dark in our hearts and bring light to them,
truth. His desire for us and the love He has enveloped us in.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;David puts it best with &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;Psalm 139:23-24&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;Search
me, God, and know my heart;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;Test me and know my
anxious thoughts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;See
if there is any offensive way in me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;And lead me in the way
everlasting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;I
am not sure where you &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1519; mso-comment-reference: JG_17;&quot;&gt;are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportAnnotations]--&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;msocomanchor&quot; href=&quot;file:///C:/Users/barb/Documents/We%20all%20have%20a%20story%20to%20tell.docx&quot; id=&quot;_anchor_17&quot; language=&quot;JavaScript&quot; name=&quot;_msoanchor_17&quot;&gt;[&lt;/a&gt;, but my life faced one of the moments more than a few
&lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1520; mso-comment-reference: JG_18;&quot;&gt;times.
But, the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportAnnotations]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-special-character: comment;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;year I faced death was one of the most profound. As I
pen this book each day, I must face what I’ve written. The questions &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot;&gt;I]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-special-character: comment;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;asked out loud to myself and to you, the reader. Every
question, every doubt, and every dark moment I have painfully endured,
do I&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-special-character: comment;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; have the faith to hold on? All those times I can say
that “joy comes in the morning” and I finally found that faith. But the road is
difficult and “the morning” represents time, &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1521; mso-comment-reference: JG_21;&quot;&gt;and&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportAnnotations]--&gt;&amp;nbsp;we need &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;time
to see all those things that give us peace, love, understanding, patience,
kindness…the fruit of our relationship with the one who&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-special-character: comment;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;loves us more than we can ever &lt;a href=&quot;https://draft.blogger.com/null&quot; style=&quot;mso-comment-date: 20150323T1547; mso-comment-reference: JG_23;&quot;&gt;comprehend&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;border: 1pt windowtext; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; padding: 0in;&quot;&gt;This is my new favorite verse. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Over this last year I have gone through so
many trials, tribulations and changes in my personal life. This line from Steel
Magnolias so depicts the footsteps this year &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;“That which does not break us, makes us stronger”&lt;/i&gt;. A great line
with so many implications.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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and heartache. Sometimes we don’t have a choice, we have to lean in to it. I
have a friend battling cancer right now, she doesn’t have the choice to NOT
DEAL WITH IT. Other places, we try to hide from it. The pain of it can be too
much at times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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God and the Holy Spirit to give us hope and encouragement. Then prayerfully we
are surrounded by our brothers and sisters in Christ to help us keep from
breaking and throwing in the towel. Through these trials we can lean in to God
and hold on to His Hand, grip it tight and see the stream in the desert. At the
end of that process we are stronger&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;I want to continue what I promised. Filling you in on
the things I remember, the fight for life and the fight to hold on to the one
thing I person I did know held me in His hands, God. So this is the next two
weeks or so of my adventure. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;The next night was when my poor husband was told I
needed a heart valve replacement. My heart valve had a bacteria on it and
endocarditis. The blood was just sloshing around in my heart and not going out
very well. My body was still in organ failure along with a high fever that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px;&quot;&gt;wasn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;coming down and surgery was&amp;nbsp;not possible until they could get the infection
under control. My blood pressure was rising and falling so they were constantly
pushing medicine to keep it going. They were going to transfer me to another
hospital for the surgery but there was yet another problem. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px;&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;have
insurance. I was always the one who&amp;nbsp;was mostly healthy, no real problems.
Insurance had to wait. Our budget was too small. So without insurance they had
to find a hospital and surgeon willing to take my case. Thankfully, and again
an answer to prayer, the cardiologist at my hospital had a surgeon friend at
another hospital that was willing. Thank you, thank you, and thank you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;Again they&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px;&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;know if I would survive. They had
given me medicine to put me in a deep sleep, almost a state&amp;nbsp;of coma so that my
body would heal but it was still fighting that infection. They wanted me awake
for surgery so they took me off the medicine to wake me up, but I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px;&quot;&gt;wouldn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;wake
up. When they received me at the&amp;nbsp;new hospital and I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px;&quot;&gt;wouldn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;wake up for three
days, the Doctor asked for a CT Scan to see if maybe I had a&amp;nbsp;stroke. Evidently
stroke victims like to sleep. When the scan came back, it definitely showed a
stroke but it also showed that my brain was completely swollen. As my
neurologist later told me “Your brain was like mashed potatoes!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;This was another huge setback. The Doctor again
explained for the second time that I might not make it. He was going to re-do
the scan in a couple of days and if the brain was healing then we would go from
there, if the brain didn’t heal we were talking about a completely different
scenario because that meant the brain was dying. I can’t even imagine what my
family and friends were going through and down the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px;&quot;&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;we went.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;But God! They took the CT scan again in three days and
it was not what anyone expected. The Doctor came to my husband to tell him my
brain was completely healed. In three days it had completely healed itself. He
exclaimed “I had nothing to do with that, only God”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;God had now done three huge miracles in two weeks’
time but was another one possible? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;My brain was cleared, the fever was finally going down
and my organs were working again except my heart. I needed a heart valve
replacement. The surgeon called the Cardiologist. He&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px;&quot;&gt;wasn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;sure if he even
needed&amp;nbsp;to do the surgery.&amp;nbsp; My body was
not ready to withstand the surgery and if I contracted an infection I would not
make it through the event. The Cardiologist told him that either way the
outcome would be the same, I would /could die. At least I had a small chance
with the surgery and if I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px;&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;survive, well, I wasn’t&amp;nbsp;going to without the
surgery.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;If I were sitting on the other side of bed, I am not
sure how I would feel. I am not sure if I would even have enough in me to ask
God for one more miracle. My family and friends though stood vigil, they
prayed, they held my husband’s hand, they held my daughter close to their
heart. In the midst of all of this, my daughter was still in the hospital and my
husband was going to both hospitals as much as he could. Thankfully she was
finally released from her hospital in time for my surgery. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;So, the day before my daughter’s eighteenth birthday
that had so many other plans than being in a hospital, before all this
happened, I had surgery. God was so gracious with His love and I made it
through that surgery with flying colors and healing began. &amp;nbsp;But there was so much healing to be done. My
body was so weak. According the Doctors, I was Septic the week before I went to
the hospital and the infection had been in my body for a long time. I had been
sick a lot longer than I even knew.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;The recovery was very hard. When I woke up, really
woke up, I was back at the original hospital and that is when it started. The
things I remember before my eyes and brain finally caught up with each other is
foggy and dreamy. There are so few things I do remember but I do remember
finally waking up because that was so hard. The reality of everything that
happened came crashing on me like being caught in an undertow. People around me
were praising God about all those miracles they had witnessed but my miracle
started when I woke up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;When I first woke up, I could talk but I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px;&quot;&gt;couldn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;read. I could think but I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px;&quot;&gt;couldn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;move any muscle in my body.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;could want
things, ice, food and other things but I could do nothing for myself. I was
completely paralyzed. I had so many questions. I was so scared. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px;&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;know
how I would be and what God had planned but&amp;nbsp;I held on to hope and determination.
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And today we have come to a new crossroad. A crossroad of
Faith, Hope and knowing…..facing the good, the bad and the best in
relationships and in my own heart. Watching God again take my heart and forge a
new path in it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank you for listening, the next few weeks were terribly
hard. Recovery was the toughest place for me and I want to take my time through
that.&amp;nbsp; So next time…we will laugh, cry
and praise God for all that He is, He does, and the love He gives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In His Loving Grip&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Being Thankful&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is amazing to me to see the seasons go by, they seem to
flow one into another. I enjoy them all but now we are heading into the Holiday
Season. What a precious blessing this year is to me. We don’t always stop and
think, “I might not be here next Thanksgiving so let me make sure this is
taking care of”.&amp;nbsp; The next big
event.&amp;nbsp; We are all human, we know life is
going to go from one day to the next. But what if it didn’t? What would life be
without you in it? What would your family be doing without you in it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As I start the decorating, the cooking, the cleaning, these
things float through my mind. But also, why am I still here? What difference
does it make? The struggles are harder now, not easier. I have burdened my
family more now than ever before. The mountain of bills, the constant help they
have to give me, the things I can’t do without them….some days it is so
overwhelming. There seems to be no end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now before you start down the road of “Oh my goodness” you
have to know, things happen in your life and those thoughts float through your
mind. We don’t talk about it, we don’t look at it long, but there are thoughts
that we all keep close to our hearts that tug on our faith, our heart, and
honestly at times our hope. But as those dark, heavy clouds start covering the
sky, I personally cry out and ask the God of all things for the rainbow. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is why I love seasons, the Holiday season is here! The
rainbow &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; Things
are slowing down, Olivia is off for Thanksgiving break, Dean is happily
working, he is really enjoying his new job as Minister of Music and I get to
take my time this year.&amp;nbsp; This is the
first time that I ever remember that I am not working. I get to take my time to
cook and decorate. I have time to listen to my daughter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She is growing into quite a young lady. It amazes me at what
she endures and still is strong and loving and caring. This summer was quite
hard on her and it has taken months for her to work through everything. I didn’t
realize how much I impacted her life. How much she depended on me, or how much
she truly loved me. But, I do now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If this is the only reason God spared my life, it is worth
it. On Friday, her last day of school, we were discussing things that had gone
on at school. Things she wanted to talk about it. During the conversation she
talks about this character she is developing in her book, how she finally
believed God because she saw God heal this little girl. As she was regaling her
story with all the drama I stopped and just looked at her. It occurred to me
that she was talking about herself. The miracle that she was trying to talk
about was the one about her Mom. So I just asked, “Is that story really about
you and I?” She looked at me sheepishly at first but then bolder and said “yes”.
Mom, I felt like you would be okay, but, when I had doubts I begged God to save
you and He did. When you were getting better, I knew that God was big and was
able. I knew then I could trust him with everything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I just started crying. There are a lot of things that I was
upset about, how many things that have gotten worse from all of this but at
that moment it was all worth it. It was worth every minute for my child, if for
no one else, had solidified her relationship with the Lord. I know that sounds
a bit extreme but there is nothing in life as strong and solid as a relationship
with the Lord. When life throws you for a loop, when you need the faith to move
a mountain but you only have enough to get out of bed, when you lose all hope
but hang on to God’s hand, when things are good and you know the reason why….this
is the most important thing in life. Knowing God and knowing Grace. That is a
thankful heart, one that knows those things that matter more than what we can
see. Because Faith is what pleases God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Psalm 91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;
Whoever dwells in&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;shelter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;theMost&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;will
rest in&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;shadow&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Almighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We left off headed to the ER and things not looking good. I
look back from today and can’t even believing it happened.&amp;nbsp; That one minute I had the flu and the next, I
woke up with those horrible fluorescent lights in my eyes and people saying “Mrs.
King, can you follow the light with your eyes?” and other people that were out of my sight yelling “she’s awake, she understands, she’s following instructions!”. My first
thought “they are really frustrating me!” because I couldn&#39;t understand what
was happening at all so I just went back to sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was told the night we headed to the hospital, I was very
ill. Evidently my body was in multi-organ failure when we arrived and that was
just the beginning. I was full of pneumonia, my fever was very high, and my
heart was failing quickly. When we arrived at the ER, Dean thought I had a bad
case of the flu and so did I. This idea was quickly changed when they were
putting me in ICU. They put me in some strange bed that rotated and gave me
medicine to go to sleep.&amp;nbsp; They started IV’s,
intubated me, and hooked me up to so many different machines. Thankfully, I don’t
remember even one minute of that time period. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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During all of this, what no one realized is that I had no
idea what was going on.&amp;nbsp; I had no memory
from the Thursday before until when I woke up two weeks later. I answered
questions, I was very irritated with all the these things happening, I would
respond but somewhere my brain shut down and did not let much of it enter.
Personally, as sick as I was, I think that was God protecting me from some very
tough situations that followed. When we need that protection, God wraps us in
His arms. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Psalm 91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;
Whoever dwells in&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;shelter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;the Most&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;will rest in&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;shadow&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Almighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;How blessed I was
not to remember all that happened. I know from the stories I have been told,
the heartfelt love that was expressed, and the prayers that protected me that
there was a lot of stress, a lot of concern and my body was in a severely
fragile place. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;The first day at
the hospital my husband was told by the Doctor that “IF” I survived the night
it would be a miracle. He told Dean if he believed in miracles, now would be
the time, his response “I can do that.” Dean went directly to the waiting room
and pulled everyone there, he says about thirty people, and they prayed. Blasts
were sent out for prayer, churches were called and the power of intercession
was answered. All those precious friends, prayer warriors and saints that went
to their knee’s on my behalf. How could anyone ever know the love that was
shared to me in prayer for me during that horrible time? &amp;nbsp;I made it through the night. The launch of
tens of thousands of angels began.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;That night was
where the rollercoaster left the building and started down the track. The climb
up the hill was long and the unknown was on the other side.&amp;nbsp; You know that feeling in the pit of your
stomach as you climb the hill.&amp;nbsp; The click
you hear as the car goes up the hill, all in anticipation of going down the
other side….my friends, my family, my church family, all those outstretched
arms felt that feeling. Waiting, waiting and more waiting. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;I can only tell
this part, I can only express my heart of thanks and love to each of you that
were there or were praying.&amp;nbsp; I have never
been on my side of a horrible crisis, usually I am the one holding the glue
together, I am amazed at what God does when it is YOU needing those
outstretched arms.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;I can tell this
is a long journey and so many stories and so many perspectives in what happened….so
today I stop here and we will continue on a bit later. We stop as so&amp;nbsp; many are in the waiting room, seeing God move
and finally knowing I made it through the first night and the car of the
rollercoaster is at the top of the hill.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;Love and
thankfulness to all of you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In His Grip,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Barb&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know this is long, so sorry, but hopefully &amp;nbsp;it will minister to you.&lt;/div&gt;
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Fall is in the air. That brisk crisp morning air that will
heat up to the mild 70’s here. The trees are are bright with changing colors,
leaves falling, pumpkin patches, corn mazes and Fall Festivals, a season to
celebrate. I am blessed to be here to enjoy the holidays that are coming. In
fact, it’s a pure miracle that I am here. God spared my life for me to live and
give. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We all have life changing moments.&amp;nbsp; That moment may come with something someone
said to us, a moment that a scripture means something anew, someone we love
struggles or we ourselves face a tragic time that changes our lives. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This summer was such a moment for me. I love summer. I
actually love all the seasons but this summer, well, it has a whole new meaning
for me. Instead of time in the pool, gardening, reading books and celebrating
my daughter’s 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday (which is a miracle of itself), my
summer was spent in a hospital bed fighting for my life, literally. &amp;nbsp;Now after four long months, it’s time to talk
about it.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We all have that moment that is so BIG in your life that you
are not sure that it happened. How could all of that happen, to you? But it
does and it did, so we go deeper in our trust with the Lord and we are tried in
the crucible of fire so that all those “icky” things the Lord wants us to deal
with surfaces to the top and can be cleaned out. Not only do you go through the
fire but those around you do as well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There are a lot of things I don’t really remember.&amp;nbsp; There are some things that are very vivid,
even today that I remember. All in all I know one thing, it has been a long grueling
four months with more questions than answers and a lot has been churning inside
my head. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Prayerfully, what God has churning inside of me will help
someone else along their journey of confusion, disappointment, being frustrated
with God, or just not having answers when you so desperately want them. &amp;nbsp;When you are walking in the dry, cracked, hot
desert…when you long for that Oasis of help and it doesn’t come…where is your
faith? I don’t have that answer, only you do, but I do have a testimony that
the Lord says we “Overcome by the Word of OUR testimony” so maybe mine will
encourage you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, I am going to take this slow, start from the beginning
and work through all that has happened. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The downward spiral started in April, as always in our
finances. Financially we had been doing great. Finally after all those years of
bills and expenses from my daughter’s two transplants, diabetes and Cystic
Fibrosis, we were so close to seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.&amp;nbsp; In fact, we were working towards my husband’s
desire at starting a church. He had been able to concentrate his efforts to
planting a church and it seemed things were going well. Then one thing led to
another and the dominoes started their decent. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am going to start the story and finish little by little.
So, hopefully you can get the bigger picture of what God was up too. I know I
still see in a glass darkly all that He has done but prayerfully the story will
unfold like He wants it to. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The first part starts in April. One client moved their
offices to another state, a hit to our finances but we could still survive then
the second call, my main client that I had been working with for ten years was
no longer using consultants, my third client went into bankruptcy and had not
paid my invoices. Wow, you would think that would be hard enough, but it will
explain my hesitation for a Doctor’s appointment. You see, the next couple of
months, I knew I didn&#39;t feel right but I knew I was under some serious stress. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I remember always being tired. Now, I guess you have to know
me but tired is not something I like. So, I assumed that the tired was not
enough exercise and I needed to get back to getting healthy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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Off to my project cabinet I went. Painting, gardening,
spring cleaning, anything I could put my hands on to do. My Mom used the old
adage “Idle Hands” and my hands were trying not to be idle. The other thing I
had noticed over the last year was the weight gain. Lots of weight and I was
eating less and less. Of course that had to be hormones? And the swelling in my
legs was awful but of course that had to be extra salt I was eating or
something because it came and went.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;HUGE&amp;nbsp;SIDE NOTE: Ladies,
if you are reading this and have weird, constant symptoms that are not usual to&amp;nbsp;you, GO TO THE DOCTOR. Don’t hesitate, just go. It may be nothing, but we make
a lot of things nothing trying to take care of so much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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By May I had agreed to teach Vacation Bible School, which I
love, but just couldn’t seem to really exert the effort to get all my teaching
together. We do VBS Big out our church and I love every minute. My favorite
part is decision time . Seeing those little ones start to understand
Jesus, the Bible and God. So precious.This year I will miss all of it. I will miss a lot of things but God&#39;s Hand will be in the midst of it all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Because I was so weak, I asked a friend to help me decorate
the Saturday before. We met at the church, along with husband and started the
process but I just couldn&#39;t do it.&amp;nbsp; I felt
too ill, I laid down on the chairs until my husband said we were going home. &amp;nbsp;When we got home I fell into to bed along with
my daughter, who seemed to be sick as well. I thought we might have the same
thing but the next day neither one of us was any better and Dean decided to
take Olivia to the hospital (her sickness can be very dangerous) and left me at
home. The events that unfold here are crazy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Olivia was admitted
and was very ill. Dean was driving back to house during the day to bring me food
and make sure I was okay and staying the evening and night with Olivia. He did
that for five days. The last day I remember was Thursday. I asked him to bring
me some watermelon, I was so thirsty. When he brought to me, I remember it
tasted so good and that is the last thing I remember. A day later, Dean has
taken me to the Emergency Room and been told I probably would not make it through the
night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I am going to leave you here for a moment because the story
is long….but I don’t want to miss anything God has to say….so hold on friends,
if you are reading, I will post again soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
In His Grip Always&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Barb&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The Cleansing Sound of the Ocean&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I had been teasing Olivia for about a week before we left
for vacation that “the waves come in, the problems go out”.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We would laugh and breathe looking forward
to a week at the beach.&amp;nbsp;As I am
sitting here in my favorite place on the balcony overlooking the ocean I see
God doing just that…the waves come in, the problems go out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Listening to the sound of the waves and seeing the vast blue
ocean coming in and rolling out, you can’t deny there is something about the
majesty of the water. Something about the endless life that exists in that
water that no one can control but God. No one tells the sea how to act, no one
can control the sea, no one can master it. In its own way it gives and takes
away. Many men have taken on the challenge and lost.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
There is only one man
I know of that could. He stood up in that boat and calmed the Sea, He walked out on
top of &amp;nbsp;the water to the boat with His Disciplest….and if we get right down to it, it was created by
Him and For Him.&amp;nbsp; Why is that so amazing
to me. Because this world has its own set of rules we live by whether it is
socially, governing, or family. People are always hungry for power and control.
Not only do they want to control their surroundings but also those around them.
They even have the audacity to set rules that God has no part of and we have to
follow them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
But, what if we decided to
live by a new set of rules in life. This new life in our hearts that would
allow us to “render to Caesar what is Caesar’s” and give to God what is most
precious, our heart.&amp;nbsp; What if, by heart
design we decided to live “walking on the water?” We allowed God, the only one
who really has this world in the palm of his hand the opportunity to rule in
reign in our hearts and in our actions.&amp;nbsp;
What perspectives would change? What part of our life would change?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I have started that challenge to do just that in my life
recently. My husband started teaching on ‘hearing God” in our Sunday school
class about a year ago.&amp;nbsp; What I&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;realize is I knew the things he was teaching but I&amp;nbsp;hadn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;been walking it out
in a very long time. I had to take the time to truly listen to God, inclining
my ear to hear Him, in everything in my life. I will say that if you take that
challenge, be ready to do battle because everything in the world will hit you
to keep you from engaging with God in a deeper way. The freedom to walk with
God when you are not only talking, but listening constantly changes your
perspective. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
One of those changes for me is writing.&amp;nbsp; I have been giving up on it for some time but
God has really been impressing me to write again.&amp;nbsp; Now I know what to write.&amp;nbsp; Learning how to “Listen to God”.&amp;nbsp; Setting our hearts and ears to hear that “still
small voice” and then acting upon it.&amp;nbsp;
Challenging my thinking to be “counter intuitive” to the obvious and yield
to the Holy. It’s not easy, the journey is hard….but then again, the things you
take away are immeasurable. &amp;nbsp;Walking with
God on the beach, you start to believe anything is possible with God. My new challenge...posting again every week!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;“A Daddy’s Love”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It has been more than a while since I have posted anything
to my blog.&amp;nbsp; I would just stare at it and
wonder what would I write? Things are good, for the most part, and we are
getting past all the anxiety and learning to live life outside the hospital.&amp;nbsp; But the other day God started stirring
something in my heart that I should have known all along, His love. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
His love is not a new concept. In fact, we talk about it all
the time. Why, after thirty something years of walking with God does this seem a
new concept to me? But it is a new concept. I realized after all these years I
had been walking by Faith, yes! I had been walking in loving God, yes! I had
been walking in as much obedience as I know, yes! But all those things do not
cover how much God loves me, not anyone else, just me. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
This journey for me started several months ago. My Pastor
and I were talking and he commented about “what are you willing to give up for
God”! He wasn’t talking to me because from outward appearances that does not
seem to be a problem but when I really started asking myself that question God
started me down this road of self evaluation. What would I give up? Could I
give up Olivia and trust Him with her? Could I give up what I think He has
called me to do?&amp;nbsp; Could I give up my home
and possessions?&amp;nbsp; Where was the line
where I said No to God?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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Great questions, right! As I started trying to answer those
questions and start walking down this road God kind of took a reverse position
on me and asked me the question “what would I give up for you?”&amp;nbsp; . Of course we all repeat, you gave up your
son?&amp;nbsp; I get an “A” for that answer….but
it wasn’t the total right answer for me. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
You see, with that question I did realize He gave up His son
for me.&amp;nbsp; His son! &amp;nbsp;And He has given me a daughter, what would I
give up for her? What were my expectations for her? What did I want her to
learn more than just do because I asked her to? When I started seeing things
through that looking glass I realized more things that I want to admit on this
paper.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I realized that all this time I have been trying to “earn”
God’s love from doing all that He asked.&amp;nbsp;
Yes, He honored that but I truly did not understand that “just because”
I exist I am loved.&amp;nbsp; That He treasures
me.&amp;nbsp; He holds me in high regard.&amp;nbsp; I don’t earn those things, they just are
because I am His child. If someone hurts me, He is there to take up my offense.
If (or better yet when) I make a mistake He is the first one there to lend me
His hand to stand up. When I can’t find my way, I just ask because He longs to teach
me the right path.&amp;nbsp; I have strived for so
long thinking I didn’t even deserve His compassion let alone the “riches” of His
love. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
So, what does that headline have to do with anything?&amp;nbsp; Well, when I finally started looking through
those new lenses, God showed up to make sure I understood what He was trying to
say to me. He would just lavishly bless me with things that I did not feel I
deserve.&amp;nbsp; A beautiful new car, a new roof
for our house, a scholarship for Olivia to be able to attend&amp;nbsp; school, Olivia well enough to attend school.
Those things that were most important to me. I had no doubt they were from
God.&amp;nbsp; Don’t get me wrong, life is still
crazy, everything is not all ironed out but that is okay because for the first
time I really understand a Daddy’s love. That love that bears all things,
endures all things and hopes for the best because I have a God that believes in
ME that much.&amp;nbsp; Guess what, He believes in
you that much too!&amp;nbsp; You probably already
understand this most important lesson but for me it was life changing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The kitchen, that place where we gather as a family. The
place where talking begins and memories are made. My kitchen can tend to be a
place of those beautiful arguments as well. What is the biggest argument…it is
always a mess. No matter how many times I clean it in a day it is still a mess.
Pots in the sink, dishes to be loaded and unloaded in the dishwasher and a
floor that needs to be swept and truth be known mopped. As I am standing there
in yet another end of an evening, my husband asks if he can load the dishwasher
for me. If you could look back with me five years ago, steam would have been
coming out of my ears and then when he finally left confused by my response,
tears would flow down my face from the reality that I was not measuring up. It
is all about perception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The hardest part of life is walking in true perception. My
husband and I have counseled for years and have seen this over and over, in our
life and others. One spouse’s view of the circumstance or conversation is
completely different from what is actually being said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Perception of words, actions, and heart intent is very
important to our &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;well being mentally,
spiritually and emotionally. Even when it comes to physical exercise, what and
why we eat the food we do, &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;how we relate
to others, and most importantly God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;So how do we know if our perceptions are clear, truthful,
and balanced? I wish I had the full answer to this question because it would
save me a lot of heartache but the reality is I don’t. However, &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I am learning a huge lesson in this area. Starting
with the foundation that I have built my life on, the Bible and my relationship
with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;In my marriage, I learned it a long time ago. That scene
above was one of many I could have written. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Dean and I had gotten to the place where we couldn’t
really talk anymore. Why? Because everything that we communicated to each other
was filtered through past hurts, past disappointments and past expectations. Our
perceptions were severely skewed. Once we were able to clear the table and
start from the beginning…the talking began. I am amazed to this day what was
actually being said and how I distorted the truth because of the filters I had
raised. Now, “do you want me to load the dishwasher?” doesn’t mean that I am a
bad wife because I don’t keep house like I should…it just means can I help you
out by doing this for you as an act of love. &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Truth:&lt;/b&gt; Can I help you by doing this for you. &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Perception: &lt;/b&gt;I can’t seem to get everything done so I am a bad wife.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;See the mountain of perceptions that divided me and an act of
love? Please understand, Dean had his own filters too, but, God wants me to
start with my perceptions first. Look in my mirror, my heart, actions and see
me. When there are problems in relationships, I have to look at my heart issue and
build from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I think trying to find the right perception in marriage is a
lot easier than with friends and family. For some reason the expectation is
higher but in a different way. A small word, a small neglect can change the way
we see someone in our life. For some unexplained reason we neglect to realize
what might be going on in someone else’s life may be affecting their actions.
We shouldn’t always give someone that excuse but more often than not, we definitely
need to consider it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We are finally
heading to church again as a family.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Olivia has been to weak to go with us for a long time now. Plus, all the
sickness that goes through the church has not helped her in many cases. In
fact, she is quite wary of going to church. But, we have decided it is time for
her to get started again. But it takes a lot out of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;As we walked in and found our seats, some of her friends
recognized and realized she was there. The excitement was just evident by the
big hugs and smiles that traveled all the way to their eyes. Olivia hugged them
but didn’t stand up and really did not smile much back. Her friends were all so
excited to see her in church but she seemed indifferent. &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;The truth&lt;/b&gt;: she was too tired and did not have much to give. &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Perception:&lt;/b&gt; Wow, she really doesn’t
care that I am excited to see her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The perception is far
from the truth, but what she walks through everyday is so hard for anyone to
understand, even me as her Mom. So I quietly reminded her that they can’t
understand all that she is going through and what her reaction could “say” to
them. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I waited for her reaction and was
awarded with a “thanks Mom” and she proceeded to talk with them when there was
a welcome time which a huge difference. You could see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;So how do we balance out our perception so we see more clearly?
How do we keep perceptions in check so that they don’t become truth? &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I believe the first step is seeking His word
on our heart. That step of truly developing that relationship with God every
day. God is involved in every moment of our life, day in and day out. When we
establish that relationship with Him on a daily basis then it becomes so much
easier to hand it over to Him and allows Him to show you the truth in a
situation. It may take some time to find out the truth in a perception, or your
perception may be truth. But truly finding out if it’s God’s truth is something
different for everyone. Because truth can be true…but the heart of the truth
may be wrong. So is our perception of that truth based on what we see or how
God sees it? Real truth is how God is sees it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;
And real truth brings our perceptions in line with Him and in line with our
life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraking.blogspot.com/feeds/2636112564297721810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12400944/2636112564297721810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12400944/posts/default/2636112564297721810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12400944/posts/default/2636112564297721810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraking.blogspot.com/2012/04/is-perception-reality-and-truth.html' title='Is Perception Reality and truth'/><author><name>Barb King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356117297209329853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12400944.post-1857991899341924050</id><published>2012-03-25T18:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2017-02-22T13:34:58.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My journey</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraking.blogspot.com/feeds/1857991899341924050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12400944/1857991899341924050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12400944/posts/default/1857991899341924050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12400944/posts/default/1857991899341924050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraking.blogspot.com/2012/03/my-journey.html' title='My journey'/><author><name>Barb King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356117297209329853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12400944.post-8918810798330119306</id><published>2012-02-22T07:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T07:55:00.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things we forget to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I walk in and it feels like home. I smell something delicious
coming from the kitchen and the tables are set with centerpieces and fine china.
As I walk in memories float through my mind of days gone by. I remember going
to my Grandmother Dean’s house. It was always filled with those same smells
from something she had cooking in the kitchen. As I surveyed the room, the
memory of Grandmother’s table surfaced to the top. I could see the table set in
the dining room but until I got married I was only allowed to look because only
the “adults” sat at the table with the fine china and crystal. I guess the qualifications
of an adult you had to be married because I know I was older than some of my
other cousins that sat at that table. I was invited to sit at the “kids” table.
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;As I was invited in, I sat down and looked around. There was
laughter and joy filling the room. These ladies were just so happy to be
together. I listened and really looked at these precious women. Women comfortable
with each other and with themselves. Women, who had lived, loved, lost, and
knew the power of being strong by standing on your knees. Each line etched on their
face came from the joy of knowing the Lord and living life well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;These precious ladies had invited me to come and speak to
them at their monthly luncheon. What an honor. But what could I even begin to
say to these ladies. They had more wisdom in their little finger than I did in
my whole body. But I pressed on. I felt the one thing that maybe they didn’t
hear all the time was exactly how important they were to me and so many others.
Not because they showed up to cook all those delicious meals, or when someone
needs a hospital visit or even to the nursing home but that their life left
bits of wisdom in all of us. I wanted to let them know how much I appreciated the
time they spent with the Lord calling my daughter’s name to the one and only
one who holds her life in His Hands. How they have loved their families and friends
the same way. If you picture the church, these ladies are the ones that bath it
in prayer. The mortar that holds it in place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;When I left, I was left with more than I could have ever
given to them. The love that you feel from these precious ladies is more than
can be put into words. But most of all, more important than the love I felt, I
realized we do forget to appreciate those ahead of us. That we forget to tell
them how much we love who they are and how much we appreciate what they have
done in their lives. Because they help us manage our lives and make better decisions
because they have gone before us and know all the pitfalls, the anguish, the
laughter and the tears. They see the picture of life so much bigger than we
ever could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Hug your Mom today. I miss mine terribly and wish I could.
Call your grandmother today…she has so much to give….hug the older ladies in
your church, wealth of wisdom is found in them and your kids, let them know how
important it is to honor them. We have all learned lessons we will never forget
from these precious ladies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraking.blogspot.com/feeds/8918810798330119306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12400944/8918810798330119306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12400944/posts/default/8918810798330119306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12400944/posts/default/8918810798330119306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraking.blogspot.com/2012/02/things-we-forget-to-do.html' title='The Things we forget to do'/><author><name>Barb King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356117297209329853</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12400944.post-2282733213207379650</id><published>2012-02-17T05:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T05:00:58.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going deeper with God sometimes just means listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;It never fails, put me in a hospital room and I can write. Put
me in my regular routine at home and I am fighting time to get it done, LOL.
When God wants you to stop and listen, He will do it and sitting in a 10x 10
room will do it every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Remember the first part of the year I was talking about my “word”
for this year. The word was to go deeper with God.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wow, have I ever really realized the depth of
that. I have been digging in Jeremiah and John, Acts and Romans.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then Dean has been teaching on “hearing God”
in our Sunday School class. It seems to be that God is directing my life so I
can see things a little clearer. Hearing a little more of his heart beat these
days. The things He has been directing my attention &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;to is compassion for those around me. So much
so, I have to fight the urge to solve everyone’s problems. I can’t solve them
all and sometimes there is another person that needs that blessing. I pray each
time and lay it at the Father’s feet . I force myself to stop and listen and
allow Him to do what He wants to do but I really have to fight back that urge
to help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;God is really talking to me about the importance of
listening. Not just to words and not just for a second but pressing in to &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hear&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; His &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;voice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Listening takes work. Stopping the list in your head,
being ready to comment on a situation when your opinion may not be the important
one, just allowing God to talk to your heart without interrupting Him, being
quiet and still to listen, I am working on a sweat just trying to get my head
to stop long enough to do all of those things. It is not in our nature. We
really do have to work at it. But the difference it makes. I “hear” so much
more. I don’t always get it right but when I do, God really does some cool
things in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I don’t only listen in my prayer time but also when someone
is talking. I start praying right then. This is my prayer: “Lord, what am I
supposed to be learning from you?”…not just in Church as my pastor preaches his
awesome services, or when Dean is teaching class…but also, when I am just
chatting with someone. God wants to talk to me even when chatting about the
weather. That sounds strange doesn’t it. But really it’s not! I have heard my
own sin in my heart “pop” up before I open my mouth and it has saved me a few
times. I didn’t respond to something negative with a negative. Wow, that
changed the conversation. Instead of gossip, it turned into a life lesson for my
friend and me. God showed up and allowed me to see the ickiness in my heart
before I had that chance to step out on that sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Then, I also pray, “God, let me hear their heart”…wow, that
has helped me so much. I tend to get into deep conversation when I pray this one.
The Lord just gives me the right words that allow that person to share,
unburden their heart, and even let me know their true need. Sometimes it has
been spiritual, sometimes emotional and sometimes meeting a physical need that
they have been hesitant to share. What a blessing for me.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I so appreciate that God would allow me to
hear and then work it out in a way to help. “Bearing one another’s burdens”,
what a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;You know why? Because I have been so blessed with friends
that have stood by me, have listened to me and have loved me through so many
spiritual, emotional and physical needs. A debt I will always be indebted to
repay. When you are loved much, love is so easy to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;So, really this is not much of a “Bible Study” today but
hopefully it is a place you heard something God wanted&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;you to hear. Maybe you just need to slow down
that list in your head for a minute and just listen. But I know how hard that
is because I have a continual list in my head that is always flowing…hence,
sometimes the stop at Hotel Egleston…LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Love to you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;In His Grip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;It seems God has been very quiet in my time with Him lately.
Have you had those tmes? I just went through a season where it seemed that every
time I picked up the Bible to study words just leapt off the page and into my
heart. But for the last month, it has been quiet. I have had to be still and
listen for that still small voice. When it comes though, it starts like that
driving rain and heavy winds…I see the tornado forming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;If you are a writer, you understand that. Moments, words,
pictures are the things that start running through your head like a tornado
trying to pull out all the “stuff” and find the point. It can be maddening
sometimes watching all that “stuff” fly around in my mind waiting on the “point”
to settle. If you ever wonder why I do not always blog at the same time, same
channel…this is it. I am waiting on direction from God and that takes a minute
or two with a tornado passing through. So finally, I saw the one thing that God
wanted me to share and it is about Stephen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;There is much to be said from other more knowledgeable
scholars and teachers than &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;but this one statement
stopped me as I was reading this chapter. When Stephen was being stoned for his
bravery, courage and anointing by the Holy Spirit to speak truth to the Jews,
as he was standing there knowing that God was welcoming him home….Saul (later
Paul) was standing right in the midst of the people proud of his honor in
killing Stephen, giving his approval. In fact, that moment incited Saul to go
to greater depths of ugliness to persecute the Jews. That moment, looking
purely into the Holy Spirit as it is displayed on Stephen’s face infuriated
Him. Saul was ready to fight against that beautiful Spirit of God. We all know
the rest of the story and the transformation of Saul’s ministry from there and
how he really changed the life of the church we know today. God used him
mightily. But that was not what leapt out of the page for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The neon sign that was blinking in front of me was this…God
designed it so that Paul would be there to witness Stephen’s death. From that
moment on, Paul would have no question when he was in the presence of the
Almighty God. Paul saw firsthand what it looked like to know God fully. He had
a living, breathing example of God’s love in front of him in Stephen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;If you read through the old testament to the new testament
you know that it had been hundreds of years since God had spoken through the
prophets. The culture of the Jewish people had strayed so far from God. They had
integrated so many idols into their beliefs by this time. The Pharisee’s had
become the “God” of God so to speak. They controlled everything the people
believed and knew about God.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So the
healings that Jesus did, when Jesus rose from the grave, when He ascended back
to Heaven, when the Holy Spirit came down like fire to the disciples were
moments where only the believers could understand what God was doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The Pharisee’s stood back in astonishment at the futility of
accepting these miracles as truth. Why? God had never spoken to His nation like
this, through His Son. He had never started with the common people. He spoke to
the prophets (which by this time were very, very few because God had stopped
talking to his people) in the old days but that had really been hundreds of
years prior. They could not believe that God would speak out to those less
trained in the scripture, less knowledgeable about the scrolls and scribes,
those who had not studied and knew the law as they did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Hearing God’s voice would have been hard for Paul under
those circumstances. He was the elite of the Pharisees. However, the day that
incited him became the day he actually started listening past the scrolls to
the Holy of Holies and the One True God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Paul doesn’t talk about that day much. I imagine when God
gave him a new heart it was hard to even think about that day. But to me,
Stephen’s death changed one man’s life that would change so many. It is not obvious
that is what happened but the Bible makes it clear that Paul was there giving
his approval. That day become even more defiant to kill those that teach the
message of Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Nice story Barb but how does that translate to us? When you
look through your mirror of your life there are moments that your head lowers
just a bit. There are moments where you know the decision you made hurt the
heart of God. Please don’t be ashamed because we all have those memories. If we
didn’t we would not know the grace and love of a wonderful heavenly Father. Those
days that we never want to go back to are where we were in the wrong place in
our lives and the guilt overwhelms us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;In those moments, to
me the mirror seems so clear. I see a Father,a loving God standing right in the
middle of that moment expressing His unimaginable love to reach us. To help us
see that love and bring us back to him. That Stephen’s death, though horrific
and sad was an opportunity to change lives even today. Those moments in your
life, changes lives too. It changed yours forever. Yes, we always talk about
the day we met Jesus on the road to Damascus (like Paul) but really there were
moments before then that you saw God and desired His love. Otherwise, you would
never have seen Him on that road…you would have passed Him by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Stephen talking unto
his death&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Act 7:52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Which of the prophets did your fathers not
persecute? And they killed those who foretold the coming of the Just One, of
whom you have now been the betrayers and murderers; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Act 7:53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;who received the Law through disposition of
angels, and did not keep &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: grey;&quot;&gt;it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Act 7:54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And hearing these things, they were cut to
their hearts. And they gnashed on him with &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: grey;&quot;&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
teeth. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Act 7:55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But being full of &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: grey;&quot;&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
Holy Spirit, looking up intently into Heaven, he saw the glory of God, and
Jesus standing at the right hand of God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Act 7:56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: grey;&quot;&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
said, Behold, I see Heaven opened and the Son of Man standing on the right hand
of God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Act 7:57&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And crying out with a loud voice, they
stopped their ears and ran on him with one accord. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Act 7:58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And throwing &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: grey;&quot;&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
outside the city, they stoned &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: grey;&quot;&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. And
the witnesses laid their clothes down at the feet of a young man named Saul. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Act 7:59&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And they stoned Stephen, who was calling on &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: grey;&quot;&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and saying, Lord Jesus, receive my spirit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Act 7:60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And kneeling down, he cried with a loud
voice, Lord, do not lay this sin to their charge. And when he had said this, he
fell asleep. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Saul’s
response:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Act 8:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And Saul was consenting to his death. And in
that day there was a great persecution on the church at Jerusalem, and all were
scattered throughout the regions of Judea and Samaria, except the apostles. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Act 8:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And devout men buried Stephen and made a
great mourning over him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: teal; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Act 8:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But Saul ravaged the church, entering into
every house. And dragging men and women, he delivered &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: grey;&quot;&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; up to prison. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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