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Are you a morning person? I’m not. I can stay the course at night, but I am a bear in the morning.  But I am a Christian, so in another way I am a morning person!  In fact, I am a “morning by morning” person!  If we don’t find the morning-by-morning way to live the Christian life, our faith will not survive.  We will never find faith enough to finish.  Faith that works is a faith 
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Back when Stuart and I were missionaries, his travel schedule was painfully arduous.  For several months out of the year, he was gone, traveling all over the world teaching the Bible to others.  It would be an understatement to say it was very difficult – especially because it left me at home caring for our children on my own.
   
I distinctly remember kneeling down one night 
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 Every couple of years I put together a family Christmas letter to send out. While it’s meant to keep connected to our long-distance families and friends, it’s also a documentary on our family’s life over the last several years – a family history, if you will. I always look forward to sitting down and reflecting very intentionally over the many ways God has showed up in our lives
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 My hands gripped the steering wheel as my mini-van cut through the ranch-strewn countryside of eastern Oregon.  I was escaping to a retreat center in desperate need of rest and restoration.  It had been nine months since we packed up our lives in East Asia and returned to the U.S.  After 18 years of Asian life, our move back to the States was not a return “home,” but a painful 
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Dear Friends,   

Somehow, the pull is strong each year to rummage through boxes, silver paper, and tinsel trivialities, looking for Bethlehem.  For the first 18 years of my life, all I knew of Christmas was the party in the middle of winter.  It seemed a good idea; a family reunion in our beautiful English home.

Even now, I can smell the chestnuts roasting on a blazing fire in the fireplace 
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Like many these days, I’m finding it hard to make ends meet.  Presently mine is the only income as my husband has been out of work for a while and so I’ve been doing all I can to keep up on our bills.  However, this month of all months, I fell short.  I had most of the rent due, but was short a couple hundred dollars.  I was afraid, but I sought out the property manager to let her 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y1TbYgRNmE8tllZkfQvztf_jbq0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y1TbYgRNmE8tllZkfQvztf_jbq0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qTBZ/~4/p_yNebBNtNw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://blog.justbetweenus.org/2011/12/christmas-blessing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UDRXc6fCp7ImA9WhRQEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606888074439353572.post-458948283453322932</id><published>2011-12-05T08:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:27:54.914-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-05T08:27:54.914-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the Bible" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christ" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus" /><title>Where did you lose it...your effectiveness?</title><link rel="related" href="http://justbetweenus.org" title="Where did you lose it...your effectiveness?" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blog.justbetweenus.org/feeds/458948283453322932/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blog.justbetweenus.org/2011/12/where-did-you-lose-ityour-effectiveness.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606888074439353572/posts/default/458948283453322932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606888074439353572/posts/default/458948283453322932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qTBZ/~3/WBqcxWndP2o/where-did-you-lose-ityour-effectiveness.html" title="Where did you lose it...your effectiveness?" /><author><name>Just Between Us Magazine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372739861239759102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IrtfXjIygQ/TGWLWW4hZsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rs7jBPaES8g/S220/springcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Dear Friends,

The story in 2 Kings 6 tells about a young and enthusiastic prophet-in-training under the tutelage of Elisha.  It was a good day in Israel.  After a repressive time under King Ahab and the notorious Queen Jezebel, the schools of the prophets were enjoying a time of expansion.  Revival was happening in Israel mainly because of Elisha’s ministry.

In the middle of a planned expansion
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We’re all under it – as soon as the Thanksgiving weekend is over it feels like everything moves into fast forward until Christmas!  We women especially feel it, don’t we?  With our long to-do lists, the pressure to make everyone’s dreams come true, and the endless preparations to make Christmas perfect, how do we minimize the stress so we don’t become Mrs. Scrooge?

Prioritize and 
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Nineteenth century poet Celia Thaxter wrote, “There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.”  Those who are grateful brighten a world in need of hope.  The grateful create a climate of grace and generosity that warms the chill of bitter souls.  But narcissism, arrogance, and envy can lure believers into a culture of entitlement, an atmosphere where unmet expectations 
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A number of years ago I needed a winter dress coat, but didn’t feel I could afford it. I whispered a little prayer to the Lord telling Him of my need and didn’t think about it again. A couple of weeks later, I visited a friend. 

Before I left, she called me into her bedroom and asked me if I would like to have a brand-new, wool purple dress coat. I couldn’t believe it. I 
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Dear Friends,

One aspect of prayer is saying thank you. Like the ten lepers who were healed by Jesus, only one came back to say thank you. We believers, cleansed from sin are all too often counted among the nine.

While in Asia, Stuart and I were staying with two of our veteran missionaries, Ken and Stephanie, who had served 19 years in tribal work in Papua New Guinea. One day we were talking 
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When I wrote Stuck, I
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   If you belong to a 
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By Jennie Allen

I was hurt. Not the kind of hurt I can talk about here – it involves people I love and things that are not mine to share – but my heart was flat broken. I woke up with puffy eyes after four hours of sleep to hear the funniest little whisper from God… a verse I hadn’t read or thought of in years.

… She can laugh at the days to come – Proverbs 31:25

This 
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   Years ago, we served in a mission with a saying, “Go where you’re sent, 
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By Jennie Allen
“For what has man for all his labor, and for the striving of his heart with which he has toiled under the sun? For all his days are sorrowful, and his work burdensome; even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.” Ecclesiastes 2:22-23 (NKJV)
As depressing as this verse is, I relate. A lot of my striving only seems to make me more tired
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By Jennie Allen

Last night we were driving home from dinner with some friends. It was late and the houses glowed with lights and stories and lives. I knew each house held people whose existence was somewhat rooted in their little home. 

As we drove up to our home, I was gripped with fear. The for-sale sign sat slanted on the edge of our yard. All our roots are feeling 
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By Jennie Allen
The first time I taught Stuck I asked a roomful of women a simple question.
“When was the last time you felt jealous?” 
These were women with children and jobs, not junior high girls, and yet there was not one woman who had not felt jealous in the past week. Most had felt it creep in within the past few hours.
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A few weeks ago I sat down across from a good friend. We’ve done life and ministry together for years. She came over to share some things she recently heard someone else say about me, fearing they might be true. They were selfish, ugly things, and upon hearing them the room started spinning and my stomach turned over. It was one of those moments when you want to fight someone, 
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Jesus always managed to communicate to people where they were.  He did not come to Peter and Andrew and say, “Follow Me, and I will make you astronauts, or computer experts, or preachers!”  He used terms which would be most familiar to them.  He wanted them to know there was a cost involved.  Commitment meant a radical change.  “
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