tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48034385207204023832024-03-17T16:25:18.881-07:00Wise HeartedWise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.comBlogger321125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-28118292319728994652024-03-17T11:22:00.000-07:002024-03-17T15:49:28.148-07:00Fat<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_twJXHK6qGlVr5EfNoCqv8IjYZOkXgUhUTMSlWqO9JykDOF56eAhNtfY_Hd04oLPjSkZCXwa7d-H9d96GiN4h2frNIkRlpVX5noNVhXF1rYtkqaJV3szYKtjejhR84amUpCrq0afdZbOHhHa88lN793pofJKxFaejJvcMADjdHq6Gm1iuFmCywIjR1JU" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="326" data-original-width="640" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_twJXHK6qGlVr5EfNoCqv8IjYZOkXgUhUTMSlWqO9JykDOF56eAhNtfY_Hd04oLPjSkZCXwa7d-H9d96GiN4h2frNIkRlpVX5noNVhXF1rYtkqaJV3szYKtjejhR84amUpCrq0afdZbOHhHa88lN793pofJKxFaejJvcMADjdHq6Gm1iuFmCywIjR1JU" width="320" /></a></div><!--wp:paragraph-->
<p></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Determining the ideal weight for older people has been somewhat of a Goldilocks pursuit, with researchers looking for what weight is not too thin, but not too fat. Studies have suggested that being <a href="https://www.livescience.com/10777-obese-healthy-gray-area-confounds-science.html">slightly overweight can be protective</a>. In theory, having a few extra pounds could be good if you, say, develop cancer and need to undergo chemotherapy, which can lead to rapid weight loss.</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">This morning I was challenged by the above post about getting older and losing weight. As I sit down in my chair to type this post I was relaxed, content and feeling pretty good for a 77 year old women who does not worry too much about my weight. In fact there is not much I worry about at my age. I have been skinny and it was not all its cracked up to be and I am over weight now and its not whats it cracks up to be. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Lately my husband and I have been discussing our funeral arrangements. We are totally opposite in our thinking about the whole process. Where to be buried is the top thing we discuss. We have enough insurance to bury us so that one thing off the table. I am a planner so I want to plan it now, he does not even like to talk about it. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is the thing, it's coming, the day is approaching fast or so it seems. Just yesterday I was 76 and now I am, of course, 77 and 78 is right around the corner. To live in the present means we must deal with our age and the ailments that come with it and maybe plan for our funerals or not. Probably will be not. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I bet you are wondering where she's going with this, two subjects, weight, and death. Let me tie it together.</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> Our medical world tends to advocate staying thin and healthy of course. Healthy is hard to come by past 70, body is showing massive age-related decline. Wrinkles and lose sagging skin tell our age and even the way we carry ourselves sometimes screams that lady is old. So why am I feeling relaxed, content and feeling pretty good with my extra body weight? We heard an undertaker say that he buried very few old fat people. I think I will stay in the overweight, not skinny or even lean as I head toward 78. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> Hey, that tied up pretty good, don't you think?</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> I really wish we could live as old as they did in the Old Testament. </span></b></p><p>
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<!--/wp:paragraph--></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Does it bother you to talk about your funeral which mean you have to take about death?</span></b></p>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-5584307108598640162024-03-04T22:18:00.000-08:002024-03-04T22:22:11.877-08:00AND JUST LIKE THAT<p></p><br /> <br /><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhV2Zeg4Fyn6FC5bhs4jM9mEwnQdlSGO6sMfIKrXfIMKcCD-I8cOvcar28S8rI3eAG8MCz761kytLqhuWv1UHsAww199twKz8cOC9s9Vrd6m3dlhBMMuVZn0O0ZuoNf9-vA2pDGZdWiXwpw-RtBuTfcb_xjVR_LWTxIe0RdSnjlZIxA-dJVH6eOrNe7Ouw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhV2Zeg4Fyn6FC5bhs4jM9mEwnQdlSGO6sMfIKrXfIMKcCD-I8cOvcar28S8rI3eAG8MCz761kytLqhuWv1UHsAww199twKz8cOC9s9Vrd6m3dlhBMMuVZn0O0ZuoNf9-vA2pDGZdWiXwpw-RtBuTfcb_xjVR_LWTxIe0RdSnjlZIxA-dJVH6eOrNe7Ouw" width="240" /></a></div><br />Today my husband and I went to a funeral of a dear friends wife who had been declining for a while. In fact my husband held the funeral for our friend. The afternoon before, we met with most of the close family to hear their stories of their wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. It was a sweet time of laughter, tears and grief expressing how giving she was.</span></b><p></p><!--wp:paragraph-->
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">One story that will stay with us forever came from her husband. We had just visited them about two weeks before, she was weak but was sitting on the couch with her husband as he teased her. But, this story came to be the night she died. By this time, she is bedridden and not talking but Hospice assured the family the hearing is the last thing to go, so she could hear. </span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">As the husband lay in bed with her, the verses in Psalm 23 came to his mind and he begin to recite it. After he finished, he said, now hon, save a place for me in heaven. </span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">AND JUST LIKE THAT, she closed her eyes and gave up her worn-out dress of flesh and her soul went to be with Jesus, leaving behind the ragged old body that housed it for many years. </span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">It's hard not to cry when others are crying especially when a man cries. My husband and I did our best to assure them grieving is good; it means someone was loved enough to be missed. We are in good company when we cry for Jesus cried, He grieved, when He heard His friend Lazarus died. Tears can be such a comfort when the words leave us. We watched tons of comforters pour into the funeral home to love on those who had lost a loved one. </span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">It was a good day. The bible says it's better to go to the house of mourning then a house of eats. My husband was able to give the sweet gospel to a room full of people needing comfort and HOPE. That husband, those adult children and grandchildren will never hug Pat physically again for she will not return to earth. But, oh but someday, they can have hope they will see her again. All it takes is belief in Jesus as the only way to heaven. It was a good day. </span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I pray for those who could read this, that when their time comes and it will, just like that. No body knows the second we will draw our last breath and our soul will separate from our body and journey to eternity. For our friend Pat, she had accepted the sacrifice of Jesus death on the cross for her and she is now with Him. Without Christ there is no hope. I hate typing those last five words, but truth is truth. If you are interested in knowing more, you can write me, and I will gladly share how you can have that hope too.</span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Strength doesn’t always manifest as physical power; it can also be emotional, mental, or spiritual. Fragile people may face adversity with grace, empathy, and compassion. Their sensitivity allows them to connect deeply with others and appreciate life’s nuances.</span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">In essence, fragility and strength coexist. It’s the delicate balance between vulnerability and resilience that defines their unique power. So, yes, fragile people can indeed be remarkably strong. </span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Read the above and was stirred to get back to writing. </span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I was a little shocked to see how long it had been since I wrote something for my blog. Glad was the next emotion I felt because I knew I had done the right thing for me to help me recovery from some health issue I went through. My last stage of recovery was continuing to be inactive longer that I wanted to as I started to feel better.</span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">At 77 I still want to do so much more than my body can handle which means I must deal with the mental part of recovery. It's being disciplined to doing what is right for you in face of my mind telling me to do, to go, to push, push, push. </span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">In this struggle I thought about how Jesus came apart and got away from the push of the crowd. I don't think it had anything to do with his physical body, but His mental state of mind and He needed to connect with His Father. </span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">There was times I did not want to go to church because I could not handle caring people asking me how I was doing. That finally passed and now I am teaching the ladies bible study again and loving it.</span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I don't see myself as a discipline person, just give me chocolate and you will see it clearly yourself. But trusting the Lord through this last health issue has been a walk of discipline, going against my feeling often and reaping the good from that. My family still do not want me to drive even though I believe I can without anything bad happening. Frailty when it hits the body and mind affect those who love you too, and they only want to protect. So I must trust the ones that God has given me to know at times what is best for me.</span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">God has been so good to me through my family, friends, doctors, nurses and there is nobody I would rather has walk this path with me then Jesus. </span></b></p>
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<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">It's good to be back to the blogging world.</span></b></p>
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<p></p><p>When things get frustrating it's good to have a laugh and be thankful. I don't always find things to laugh about or be thankful for during a hard time, but today God opened my eyes after I spent almost an hour filling up my pill container. </p><p>My phone rang right I finished popping my pill into those little compartments in my pill holder. Most of the time I have to get on the floor and look under my chair or across the room for those pills I dropped, those are the times I am frustrated with myself. For sure aging brings on clumsiness and stiff joints that makes its hard to chase pills. </p><p>While I am on my knees, I sense the Lord trying to teach me something about being thankful such as, I can now fill my own medicine container. A few months ago, I could not do it, could not keep it straight in my head how much and even if I needed certain pills, so my daughter and husband took over. The second bout with Covid took a toll on my mind and things got jumbled up and it took it a while to unjumble. </p><p>Nothing better than laughing with a friend because we both share in the benefits from it. She called for herself to be lifted up and in turn she lifted me up. What a ride from discouragement to encouraged. </p><p>I hope I am giving you a little laugh for the next time you are on your knees looking for that tiny little pill you dropped. Thank God for the pill, and that you can get on your knees, especially if you can get back up. Blessings </p><p></p><p></p><p>I was telling my friend who called just as I got through finding the pill I dropped, and yes, it did rolls and bounced quite a ways. </p><p>As I listened to her share her heart about a frustration happening in her life I started laughing as I said, sometimes all it takes is being thankful for the ability to fill a pill container to drive frustration away. She started laughing with me and her laughter made me really laugh more. </p><p>
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<!--/wp:paragraph--></p><p>Still laughing.</p>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-52047845700071096832023-09-17T22:00:00.006-07:002023-09-18T07:33:53.395-07:00Aging Ministry<p> </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJh2c5-qp087SETlPCBlpLOVsIJiOdSOKONaT5h5Wt_UXHuptll0tcMZVOcedORn3LHFw3SzhiNLxkUlkXnfkjCj8yPLbs9G2aow47u4SgpeEpjQ-zVHwT4MWzt1QwNwSKauEBHVJK5SaDTxigOkkGPMMO_Toq647R_ZBfqP-RMQNoMbSy2jvCJU8NjI8" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="263" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJh2c5-qp087SETlPCBlpLOVsIJiOdSOKONaT5h5Wt_UXHuptll0tcMZVOcedORn3LHFw3SzhiNLxkUlkXnfkjCj8yPLbs9G2aow47u4SgpeEpjQ-zVHwT4MWzt1QwNwSKauEBHVJK5SaDTxigOkkGPMMO_Toq647R_ZBfqP-RMQNoMbSy2jvCJU8NjI8" width="247" /></a></div><b><span style="font-size: large;">January 2017 was when it hit that aging had a tight grip on me. For over a year I had been having chest pains, and was getting out of breath if I walked too fast. Of course, I was a little overweight, so I assumed that was the cause of all the symptoms I was having. But to be safe, I went to the doctor who put me through a stress test, and they thought it was my weight also, or possibly asthmas. </span></b><p></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;"> All the above was in 2016 and then 2017 rolled around and I was schedule to have a knee replacement in Jan. My husband thought I better get checked out again since my breathing and chest pain were getting worse. My doctor sent me for another stress test and x-ray. On the way home from the test my doctor called me and told me I needed to have a Heart Cath, that my breathing issues were classic heart blockage. Open heart surgery took place a week later and aging took on a deeper meaning for me. I was now known as a older women with two bypasses. Eleven months later I had that dreaded knee surgery. In between I started to have UTI's which happens often to the elderly. Oh, the journey of aging. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">Thats all for the health issues for now, there would be more to come. I have reached the ripe old age of 76 with two bouts of Covid under my belt, both put me in the hospital, first one almost destroyed my kidneys and the second almost took my life. In the past three years the UTI have been like a nasty relative visiting without being invited. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">I love the little cartoon at the top for it speaks my heart. I really don't want to be a sweet old lady, but I do want to be busy ageless sweet woman of God who has mellowed and become gracious and wiser with age. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;"> Here is the thing, 77 comes after 76, and after 77 comes 78, and 79, and then...oh my goodness, 80. For the life of me I cannot see me as an 80-year-old sweet or grouchy woman. I am trying not to worry about even making it to 80.</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">Next week I have an appointment with a vascular surgeon, to talk about blockage in my renal arteries leading from the heart to kidneys. Thats been my life since 2017, doctors, nurses, tests, medicine, therapy, and healthier food and lots of water. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">Before 70 I had a different life which centered around our ministry meeting up with other missionaries, traveling all over the place. It feels like I have lost my place, but I work hard to not lean on my feelings and be content with the life I have now. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">My new ministry is how many times can I mention Jesus as the doctor's work on me and the nurses take care of me. Each stay in the hospital brings ministry up real close. I have my bible out most of the time. If I miss speaking His name, the first time the doctor or nurse or technician to take blood I will make sure the next time they come into my room they know this sweet old woman is a child of God. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">Actually, it's kind of fun to see how they will re-act. Not one has kicked me out of the hospital for speaking the name of Jesus. In fact, when they find out I have lived in two other countries they start asking what I was doing. Now, they are on my territory. It's like God says, ok, it's time to let the Spirit take over. It's time to share the why you left a great country, family and friends to tell people living remotely all over the world that Jesus loves them and died for them so they could go to heaven when they die. It's a simple story, easy to tell, age has nothing to do with the telling of it. The hospital has become my mission field, that doctors' office, that person trying to get my frail blood vessel to stop rolling so they can get an IV in me. That person who brings me meals, cleans my room while I lay thanking God for His love to me, is gonna remember, me. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">I believe with all my heart God does not want us to waste anything that comes into our life, even our suffering. It's all a tool to plant a seed, water it and maybe see the harvest of that seed. I trust the Lord to take me to heaven when He is ready, so I have no fear of dying. </span></b></p><p><span style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">When I keep the pain to myself, and pretend everything is perfect, I waste opportunities to minister to others walking a similar path. </span></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;"> How has God encouraged you lately?</span></b></p>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-51871112284409831042023-07-06T05:31:00.016-07:002023-07-06T14:24:35.394-07:00Inside Out <p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirW2IA_y7fgfzfQ0gxd43Xv-EtJP4ulOvvEPzumFsOoExZLBjTOlOzSoAwBvkc1osNvwBMOgu5RS0xKSR85fLU2Ce0kf7GPw_sQQXY2Ai0SWhf-scEocYnAKOwq1Dxdha76sN4N4dmLwl23GkvAtWBHbsLa7eo9CSuU2qd68Fj8wy_xfkod9cgWggGYss" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3216" data-original-width="5717" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirW2IA_y7fgfzfQ0gxd43Xv-EtJP4ulOvvEPzumFsOoExZLBjTOlOzSoAwBvkc1osNvwBMOgu5RS0xKSR85fLU2Ce0kf7GPw_sQQXY2Ai0SWhf-scEocYnAKOwq1Dxdha76sN4N4dmLwl23GkvAtWBHbsLa7eo9CSuU2qd68Fj8wy_xfkod9cgWggGYss" width="320" /></a></div>I started out reading a few new blogs this morning, feeling a desire for something to trigger some of the great thoughts God has flowed through my heart this last month. Needless to say, June went by with three hospital stays from a heart cath with complications, and Covid again. I am home recovering but I know it's a slow long road to get back some of my strength. I say some, because, at 76 I will only get back what a 76 year old body can handle. First new blog I read God used to help me express what my heart wants to shout. Untipsteacher...love her words, her easy read, her heart for others. 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font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; height: 21px; margin: 0px 7px 0px 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: initial;">Wise Hearted</a><div class="comments__comment-timestamp" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: initial;"><a href="http://untipsyteacher.com/2023/07/04/yikes-last-month-of-60s/comment-page-1/#comment-12851" rel="noopener noreferrer" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 400; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: initial;" target="_blank">just now</a></div></div><p class="comments__comment-moderation" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; color: var(--color-text-subtle); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75rem; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: initial;"><br /></p><div class="comments__comment-content-wrapper is-full" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; vertical-align: initial;"><div class="comments__comment-content" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; color: var(--color-text); font-family: "Noto Serif", Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 1rem; font-style: inherit; line-height: 1.56; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; position: relative; vertical-align: initial;"><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: initial;">If I have to be old and fat, at least I can be old, fat, and strong! (Untipsyteachers words) , (and my reply to her words)</p></div></div></li><li class="comments__comment depth-0 is-highlighted" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); animation: 2s ease-in-out 0s 1 normal none running highlight; border: 0px; color: #101517; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; list-style-type: none; margin: 20px 0px 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 42px; position: relative; vertical-align: initial;"><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: initial;">I needed to read your post this morning…especially the line above. I am still in a health crisis, recovering from Covid, got heart issues, kidneys, back issues, been laid up at home and hospital most of June, determined to get strong as I stumble into July. Heading to doctor today for a recap and the next orders for doing this. </p></li><li class="comments__comment depth-0 is-highlighted" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); animation: 2s ease-in-out 0s 1 normal none running highlight; border: 0px; color: #101517; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; list-style-type: none; margin: 20px 0px 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 42px; position: relative; vertical-align: initial;"><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: initial;">I have great family, friends who are more than willing to drop off a meal, pray, drop off another meal and my acceptance of that has grown. I do need those God puts in my stubborn way of not allowing others to help me. I want to be the one dropping off a meal, sending a gift card, but I simple can’t. </p></li><li class="comments__comment depth-0 is-highlighted" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); animation: 2s ease-in-out 0s 1 normal none running highlight; border: 0px; color: #101517; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; list-style-type: none; margin: 20px 0px 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 42px; position: relative; vertical-align: initial;"><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: initial;">Great place to be is when I simple can't give out but, must chose to receive. God has my attention:</p></li><li class="comments__comment depth-0 is-highlighted" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); animation: 2s ease-in-out 0s 1 normal none running highlight; border: 0px; color: #101517; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; list-style-type: none; margin: 20px 0px 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 42px; position: relative; vertical-align: initial;"><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: initial;"> Finally the physical toll pushes me into a compliant attitude, and I say, yes, send me a meal, pray, HELP ME. Even though the physical part of my life seems to be wasting away my inner parts, my spiritual part is growing my leaps and bounds. He has been so sweet to me as I sit up at night, not sleeping due to a hacking cough and mind racing due to drugs to drive the virus out of my body. He makes sure my mind races to His goodness in our lives through memories pictures, songs, events, ways He has used us, people who He brought into our lives. It takes patience to sit still and be sick so one can heal. But it takes God’ s love running in our hearts to see inside what He is doing. Oh how He loves you and me. He is healing me from the inside out. </p></li><li class="comments__comment depth-0 is-highlighted" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); animation: 2s ease-in-out 0s 1 normal none running highlight; border: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin: 20px 0px 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 42px; position: relative; vertical-align: initial;"><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: initial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b style="color: #101517; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit;">Little side note: If this reads a little rattled it's because the </b><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Segoe UI, Roboto, Oxygen-Sans, Ubuntu, Cantarell, Helvetica Neue, sans-serif" style="color: #101517;"><b>steroids</b></span><b style="color: #101517; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit;"> are making my mind race than I can type</b></span></p></li></div></ol>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-73625239495529970902023-07-04T15:22:00.001-07:002023-07-04T15:22:17.243-07:00<p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Freedom Cost</span></b></p><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">It easier to put on a uniform, man a gun, train like crazy to protect those we love. But to do it for someone I have never met, or for those who are in prison for killing someone or a person who is foul mouth and disrespectful, there has to be a higher calling on that. One has to believe in the power of freedom or at least something worth dying for. </span></b></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> Happy Fourth of July</span></b></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Lets take this a little bit deeper. Jesus put on the uniform of flesh, filled it with humanity, never <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>sinned but lived and died for the whole world. 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font-family: inherit; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; width: 100px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="xt0b8zv x1e558r4" style="font-family: inherit; padding-left: 4px;">9</span></span></span><span class="xt0b8zv x1jx94hy xrbpyxo xl423tq" style="background-color: var(--card-background); float: left; font-family: inherit; margin-left: -100px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="x1e558r4" style="font-family: inherit; padding-left: 4px;">Dan Ruth Naldrett, Pam Wiggs and 7 others</span></span></span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="x1e558r4" style="font-family: inherit; padding-left: 4px;"><br /></span></span></div></div></span></div></div><div class="x1c4vz4f x2lah0s xci0xqf" style="background-color: white; color: #65676b; flex-grow: 0; flex-shrink: 0; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; width: 7px;"></div><div class="x9f619 x1n2onr6 x1ja2u2z x78zum5 x2lah0s x1qughib x1qjc9v5 xozqiw3 x1q0g3np xykv574 xbmpl8g x4cne27 xifccgj" style="align-items: stretch; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #65676b; display: flex; flex-flow: row nowrap; flex-shrink: 0; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; justify-content: space-between; margin: -6px; position: relative; z-index: 0;"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-56322481111665974702023-06-01T15:37:00.009-07:002023-06-02T07:25:53.509-07:00Just wait<p> <a href="https://wisehearted.files.wordpress.com/2023/06/image.png" style="border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="" class="wp-image-2273" data-attachment-id="2273" data-comments-opened="1" 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0.3); box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; max-width: 100%; vertical-align: bottom;" width="777" /></a></p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-size: medium;">A</span></b><span style="background-color: #66846a; color: #020202;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">A friend told me at 60, just wait till you hit your 70’s. Her comment has proved too true. At 70 I had open heart surgery, two bypasses, 19 days in hospital due to complications, 14 pounds lighter I went home to heal. A few months later, same year I had my knee replace. So far it was the most painful recovery.</span></b></span></p><p style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Just wait, there is more.</span></b></p><p style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">After those two medical issues we moved to northern Minnesota where they winters are brutal, summer are short, almost no spring but beautiful in the fall. Any move is hard but moving in your 70’s takes more energy then I had most of the time. Covid’s hit and it did a number on me which required some surgery and for about three months I had a tube in my kidney for the urine to drain into a bag. Had a couple of stays in the hospital due to infections that kept cropping up in my badder. My right kidney does not work, the left one is working about 30 percent.</span></b></p><p style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Just wait,</span></b></p><p style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">In the past year my health has declined due to my heart, kidneys and then I developed a sciatic nerve issue, a very painful one. I did therapy for about four three months, finally I am able to walk without a cane. After an MRI revealed my back was a mess I finally will see the surgeon in a few weeks. He will either give me an injection or surgery.</span></b></p><p style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Just wait,</span></b></p><p style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">For several months I have been having a lot of heart angina, and a stress test revealed there is more, blockage on the left side of my heart. This will come first before the spine issue.</span></b></p><p style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Just wait…I know it sounds like a lot and it is, but one thing I am conscious of is I am getting closer to heaven. Daily I am thankful for the era I was born in, great minds have come up with so much treatment for so many of what ails us. If I lived a 100 years ago I am sure I would have died early. I am one of the privileged ones who have gotten to live into my winter years where I am reaping from those great minds that figured out how to do transplant. I love living more than I ever did, I love waking up even if I am in pain and knowing I have another day to serve Him.</span></b></p><p style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Just wait…“</span></b></p><p style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> John 16:33 Jesus says, Take heart! I have overcome the world.”heaven is next and I am looking forward to no more pain, no more tears, no more trouble. My faith has been tested and tried over and over and the Lord has proved Himself and the Word over and over too.</span></b></p><p style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></p><p style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></p><div class="sharedaddy sd-like-enabled sd-sharing-enabled" id="jp-post-flair" style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; clear: both; color: #020202; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0.5em 0px 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="sharedaddy sd-sharing-enabled" style="border: 0px; clear: both; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></div></div><p style="border: 0px; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-size: medium;"> friend told me at 60, just wait till you hit your 70’s. Her comment has proved to</span></b></p>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-37907815683459610902023-04-13T08:03:00.002-07:002023-04-13T08:04:42.488-07:00Identity<blockquote><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBl9PbFRUxvkQUNxwL3DTbGDIJEaSl8JRI0El-MS60grn5RVI49i2asOV62yQx9hEQHarQlpShfW6AjvG8RAqjn0AVsmDrO2d4u71c0pOiJPWK66TBKA-7_4lAsosBn0qqiEnngkOovTRgZpUFD8aagev1kPAM6rHUg2sZQj9VJzDl7QHt6cMajiRS" style="background-color: white; clear: right; font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><img alt="" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="236" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBl9PbFRUxvkQUNxwL3DTbGDIJEaSl8JRI0El-MS60grn5RVI49i2asOV62yQx9hEQHarQlpShfW6AjvG8RAqjn0AVsmDrO2d4u71c0pOiJPWK66TBKA-7_4lAsosBn0qqiEnngkOovTRgZpUFD8aagev1kPAM6rHUg2sZQj9VJzDl7QHt6cMajiRS=w659-h262" width="659" /></a><p><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvq2WtmLuOH5T51ZCmzQ9iUvTs0vhBzuk8u2Cq8cSqtmI2p2rtraBfc5T-F9lAM6MnrWETDaHklfMElrr57bTd5Gs7suksYUfkxT3PxccL2NyXW4fd9dbpqqVWZEU3Dlz8TWTighi-lE4tkx_GpDGBOcWbWFGqd9IdVVVJpAMpSmr2ujZaJthcnOwy" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="833" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvq2WtmLuOH5T51ZCmzQ9iUvTs0vhBzuk8u2Cq8cSqtmI2p2rtraBfc5T-F9lAM6MnrWETDaHklfMElrr57bTd5Gs7suksYUfkxT3PxccL2NyXW4fd9dbpqqVWZEU3Dlz8TWTighi-lE4tkx_GpDGBOcWbWFGqd9IdVVVJpAMpSmr2ujZaJthcnOwy" width="320" /></a></div><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBl9PbFRUxvkQUNxwL3DTbGDIJEaSl8JRI0El-MS60grn5RVI49i2asOV62yQx9hEQHarQlpShfW6AjvG8RAqjn0AVsmDrO2d4u71c0pOiJPWK66TBKA-7_4lAsosBn0qqiEnngkOovTRgZpUFD8aagev1kPAM6rHUg2sZQj9VJzDl7QHt6cMajiRS" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="236" height="20" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBl9PbFRUxvkQUNxwL3DTbGDIJEaSl8JRI0El-MS60grn5RVI49i2asOV62yQx9hEQHarQlpShfW6AjvG8RAqjn0AVsmDrO2d4u71c0pOiJPWK66TBKA-7_4lAsosBn0qqiEnngkOovTRgZpUFD8aagev1kPAM6rHUg2sZQj9VJzDl7QHt6cMajiRS=w20-h20" width="20" /></a></div></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhy5-beundtbmo7GSecPMIvzTRBJxH1rvNCReCnx4h2i4Pb6Yy6yOePMcSHNWk457k2uzhQbNCt8Wqymzkdpbbu8VZ5gU3kWa9PCCD4hGjgPUbimih36c5vpEHUo_NJm8q6QaLxX7tyIS4zsFTkc72XaUxbGgjPIrnQzKA4t7qoamSi6zg9VCcO-G6x" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="236" height="20" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhy5-beundtbmo7GSecPMIvzTRBJxH1rvNCReCnx4h2i4Pb6Yy6yOePMcSHNWk457k2uzhQbNCt8Wqymzkdpbbu8VZ5gU3kWa9PCCD4hGjgPUbimih36c5vpEHUo_NJm8q6QaLxX7tyIS4zsFTkc72XaUxbGgjPIrnQzKA4t7qoamSi6zg9VCcO-G6x=w20-h20" width="20" /></a></div><br />This quote made me smile this morning. It would look good on a tombstone, don't you think? </span></span></b></blockquote><p> </p><blockquote><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">I </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">do love to dance. I do have to put my hearing aid in so I can hear the music and I do stumble a lot with the dancing and get out of breath easily. I usually speak from the heart praying that what I said helped instead of discouraged. I do fail at that one more than I like to tell. I pray daily for a filling of His Spirit so I can love other with love that show Christ love. I fail at this one often too, </span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">too much Betty focus, not enough Christ focus. Hopefully anyone who will visit my grave when I go to heaven will only remember the good things about me. </span></span></b></blockquote><blockquote><p></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;">Wise Hearted </p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote> Got any thoughts on what you would like your tombstone to say about you. </blockquote><p> </p>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-69637508598865979552023-04-06T08:44:00.001-07:002023-04-06T08:44:50.513-07:00Were You There?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNGAf3nD1QCexeWIzR32wWwuJZPMi7EF9ZTSHKXTFZguDTP2c5ua99dFKAeBmo3vVj-JhrE23IrxTRL3zQXElLaSG9a0TxE3VzRuXRa21Rvh-SHiEAptptH7lEkQhLJR5Aeolh8xyGODmRMHENrQGvBiGvOWY7Kb_OimMTipmMX6_pSB5QZ9TqtP4g" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="234" data-original-width="278" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNGAf3nD1QCexeWIzR32wWwuJZPMi7EF9ZTSHKXTFZguDTP2c5ua99dFKAeBmo3vVj-JhrE23IrxTRL3zQXElLaSG9a0TxE3VzRuXRa21Rvh-SHiEAptptH7lEkQhLJR5Aeolh8xyGODmRMHENrQGvBiGvOWY7Kb_OimMTipmMX6_pSB5QZ9TqtP4g" width="285" /></a></div><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">There is no better time of the year than Easter to focus on how having the forgiveness of Almighty, Creator of mankind, and our universe can release us from our own sin. Leaning into His forgiveness for all who will accept it brings freedom and power for us to forgive others and ourself. </span></span></b><p></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jesus, the son of God being born into this sinful world is a precious truth, but His death on the cross, sinless meeting the sins of the world and feeling the weight of it as He hung on an old </span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">rugged cross for me brings the freedom to my heart and how I relate to others. </span></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">But, first we must see we are the sinner who brought Him to such a painful death, and resurrection. </span></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">I love that old song, Were You There When They crucified my Lord. Yes, I was, my sin was nailed to the cross, I was washed clean from the blood flowing from His body. What a truth to live life with and it will take me into eternity to live forever with God the Father, Jesus the Son and the Holy Spirit. </span></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">Were you there as it took you as a sinner to the cross with Him? If you believe this whole story, you were there and like me will go to heaven when you die. </span></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">Happy Easter</span></span></b></p>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-8685285441536452862023-03-08T09:48:00.001-08:002023-03-08T09:54:13.393-08:00The Blood<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhD0fVo1mCz7hZ58FVM4zYw7lFshoDLUV7UYGrAjqwb3o07Q_OQpZJWlfTqgxqg4rLu4zT01oy9Y4kkofDbiEFhkO9gPDgSOQDUW82lIt5VfzlzcUgjQD_7sma-sdLWe7isfDVXUr2NOPpYkahy9ackPmYtsAECQlsTlAyr9e1SkohNuFJK4sAwzWo4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhD0fVo1mCz7hZ58FVM4zYw7lFshoDLUV7UYGrAjqwb3o07Q_OQpZJWlfTqgxqg4rLu4zT01oy9Y4kkofDbiEFhkO9gPDgSOQDUW82lIt5VfzlzcUgjQD_7sma-sdLWe7isfDVXUr2NOPpYkahy9ackPmYtsAECQlsTlAyr9e1SkohNuFJK4sAwzWo4" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>This popped up on my Facebook site this morning from 2016. Nothing has changed since then, except I have grown in my understanding of God's love for me. It fills my mind every day, I wake up loved, go to bed loved, take up a new day loved. Was compelled to post it again on FB and share it on my blog. Safe Haven Bible Study is by a lady from hometown, Melissa Garrison. Check her out, she writes with knowledge of this wonderful love/ </b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">When you accepted Jesus as Savior, you entered into a covenant relationship with Him. And He did this amazing “swap”. We gave Him our past, our failures, our filthy garments and He gave us a robe of righteousness! It’s important that we don’t go back to our old lifestyle and pick up our filthy garments again. Why is that important? People who are comfortable with filthy garments will never experience or carry the presence of God. What a sad boring life without a close walk </span><span style="color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer;" tabindex="-1"></a></span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">with Jesus</span></b></span></p><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>Safe Haven Bible Study</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #666463; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #666463; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>The importance of blood:</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #666463;">From the earliest days in the mother's womb until the day of death, a person's life is in the blood. Even a person-to-person gift of blood is treasured and called "the gift of life." Human blood is indeed a gift from the Lord Jesus Christ, clearly testifying to His great creative abilities and the body’s total unity of function. The Bible says that the Lord Jesus' blood is particularly special--in fact, "precious" (</span><a class="bible" href="https://www.icr.org/bible/1Peter/1/19" style="color: #5478c0; text-decoration-line: none;">1 Peter 1:19</a><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #666463;">)--because it is able to redeem us and cleanse us from all sin (</span><a class="bible" href="https://www.icr.org/bible/1John/1/9" style="color: #5478c0; text-decoration-line: none;">1 John 1:9</a><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #666463;">). Let us give glory "unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood" (</span><a class="bible" href="https://www.icr.org/bible/Revelation/1/5" style="color: #5478c0; text-decoration-line: none;">Revelation 1:5</a><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #666463;">). </span></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #666463; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #666463; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><p style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #333333; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal;"><a class="title" data-author="Billy Graham" href="https://www.azquotes.com/quote/880069?ref=blood-of-jesus" id="title_quote_link_880069" style="background: 0px 0px; color: #333333; display: block; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Be assured that there is no sin you have ever committed that the blood of Jesus Christ cannot cleanse.</a></p><div class="author" style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: black; line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 18px 0px 26px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal;"><a href="https://www.azquotes.com/author/5776-Billy_Graham" style="background: 0px 0px; color: #a94c1c; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Billy Graham</a></div></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-19013070178599366772023-02-19T07:43:00.084-08:002023-02-21T09:55:24.414-08:00A Brand New Touch <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9X5AHlG2TY0bEG1lskEYjkwnFIeYVtGwh6b0zbrQhmRUxDb_K9_4R1Dnzn44OXbtc44z2-9sATeTNC5dQVYIrZIBevfH653XvXS-7TgEZJ9KD-beaUpmq94CsWbxIZFfsn_n33UBIVG9suxH9cfTrHZtzE_GZTlFZRoJhE6JhqiuIO5uaMA9-hoFW" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="937" data-original-width="1125" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9X5AHlG2TY0bEG1lskEYjkwnFIeYVtGwh6b0zbrQhmRUxDb_K9_4R1Dnzn44OXbtc44z2-9sATeTNC5dQVYIrZIBevfH653XvXS-7TgEZJ9KD-beaUpmq94CsWbxIZFfsn_n33UBIVG9suxH9cfTrHZtzE_GZTlFZRoJhE6JhqiuIO5uaMA9-hoFW" width="288" /></a></div><br />Facebook and the news are full of the revival going on at Asbury College in Ky. If I lived closer, I would jump right into the flow of it. Nothing better than allowing God to have full reign of your heart. For the issues of life are in the heart but fear bitterness, anger, pride and all the other self -induced sins crowd out the Holy Spirit so often. These negative feelings are so loud at times I cannot hear His small still voice. <p></p><p>One of the things I am every learning in my years of walking God's road is how to hear His voice. Dwelling on God's love for the whole world is one way, but when I draw a circle and only me and Him are in that circle, there is no room for anything else. It's a circle of love not because of me but because of Him. I bring my heart and God brings His love and sometimes it overflows the circle. True revival is never about us, but about Him, without me trying to control Him. </p><p>Some are heading to Asbury to check out what is going on there. Jesus always drew a group around Him yet not everyone in the group was focus on Him. He took a group of men from all walks of life and beliefs and drew a circle around Him and them individually and said, come walk with me. He is still doing that today, at Asbury, in churches, in remote places all over the world, in people heart and in those sitting alone at home. It matters not the size of the crowd; it matters greatly that Jesus is the center of it. </p><p>That love God has for us can move a hurting or prideful heart to repent, get things right between other, gives us motivations to keep going on with Him even though we are in a great trial. It can cause us to say to Him, beg Him to fill us with His Spirit. </p><p>Drawing a small circle and putting myself and God inside and focusing on His love for me, not my love for Him is a good start. I can only bring my frail human love into the circle; He brings a supernatural pure love braced up with Him being our creator. Prayer in that circle is so sweet and real. When I try to bring my fleshly selfish issue into that circle I cannot pray, and nothing happens to my hurt. When I become overwhelmed with His love for me, He changes my heart, and my issue are nothing. Do I speak in tongues, I never have, cried tear of repentance by the buckets though. When that circle holds only Him and I, all else fades away. When revival happens in that circle, I want to tell others about His love, gratefulness flows from my heart as a result of me drowning in His love for me. </p><p>Do I think what is happening at Asbury is real, yes and no. There is always a Judas in the mix of seeking self in any crowd. Do I think all will understand it, no. There are always doubters in any crowd because everyone has their own opinion of what a revival is. Pride will rear its ugly head while others get their hearts right with a Holy God. One has to be humbled to receive from God a brand-new touch. He wants revival, the devil does not want it. God wants us to be revive so the lost will be drawn to us. I pray there is many lost at this revival, and they come to believing in the God of creation. </p><p>The end of this world as we know it is fastly getting closer and closer to the end times and the only way the lost will be won is if we the saved will humble ourselves before the Lord in a circle that only holds two. Then we will start reaching out to others, the lost for salvation, andthe saved who might need a brand-new touch. </p>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-60632839851491145272023-02-04T21:19:00.004-08:002023-02-05T14:49:11.903-08:00Love of my own....<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeYh3XZ915VtLPYRw-6cuAuy6jqhNuJqgcQe3fyHeF4mIPowR1B0HoBP5mGV-19QxtoRyHe5UKjOAuV1rJVSSOh573qbHwrnh3rW5Y4WnBBBdfv5rZK0wpZ0bY-gJqjqBQUX3jQrQyyd088N_0pJFcBwokBZ0PFYoZsxlIF9ctgxPcfYeMvJ8mxaDq" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="249" data-original-width="400" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeYh3XZ915VtLPYRw-6cuAuy6jqhNuJqgcQe3fyHeF4mIPowR1B0HoBP5mGV-19QxtoRyHe5UKjOAuV1rJVSSOh573qbHwrnh3rW5Y4WnBBBdfv5rZK0wpZ0bY-gJqjqBQUX3jQrQyyd088N_0pJFcBwokBZ0PFYoZsxlIF9ctgxPcfYeMvJ8mxaDq" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> Everyone dreams about falling in love</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Visions of rainbows and sunshine above </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>But when my rainbows have faded and sunshine is gone</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>I was still searching for a love of my own. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>The words are from a song titled, "Love Of My Own."</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>With the love month starting today some are thinking about what to get for their love, whoever that might be. After being married 59 years when my husband ask me what I want and I usually tell him nothing. I am one of those hard to buy for women. I don't want flowers because they just die slowly. I don't want candy because I am over weight. I have no needs to be met and through the years I have found those things you can hold in my hands do not make me feel loved. Give me a man who loves God and depends on Him to love me and I am a content women of God. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Rest of song. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Then one day a stranger came, and He called out my </b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>name.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>And ever since His gentle touch, I have not been the same</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>He replaced all the dreams and chasing </b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>rainbows.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>With His joy on my heart and a love or my own</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>And since I met Jesus, I know what love really is</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>And since I met Jesus there been no feeling like this</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>With His joy in my heart and a love of my own. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>I am in constant learning how to live this earthly life while walking with a love of my own. This love that has captured me and won my heart makes it possible to love others better, to show grace when needed. It's not a frail love that resides in my heart, it never quits, never disa</b></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>ppoint me. That love keeps me in love with my valent</b></span><b>ine, my husband and loving myself and others. </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>This love is for everyone, and it cost us nothing. It's better than chocolate for it never melts or spoils. It never dies like flowers. It can help an earthy love be at peace. </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face="Poppins, HelveticaNeueBold, HelveticaNeue-Bold, "Helvetica Neue Bold", HelveticaBold, Helvetica-Bold, "Helvetica Bold", HelveticaNeue, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background: 0px 0px rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; vertical-align: baseline;">Romans 8:38–39</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-family: Poppins, HelveticaNeueBold, HelveticaNeue-Bold, "Helvetica Neue Bold", HelveticaBold, Helvetica-Bold, "Helvetica Bold", HelveticaNeue, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;" /><span face="Poppins, HelveticaNeueBold, HelveticaNeue-Bold, "Helvetica Neue Bold", HelveticaBold, Helvetica-Bold, "Helvetica Bold", HelveticaNeue, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #464646; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;"><b>"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." (NIV)</b></span></p>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-13342715447333729302023-01-20T12:38:00.012-08:002023-01-20T12:40:43.683-08:00Trust...how sweet it is. <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpfU5oiw3kio-6LwkLrl_1Ne61D6HSyc268yJ4_9VoSlh__2xExVDLxGd3Rbq_urxYbeqy3wuASwKxhCfK0GidCrsifftI9tIZpqQWw494sH41ZRBV8YHCqfHhBk0xO6o1pDdUuM2yy_WI-XRfLyD907pYEzXZUEPIBhQ42m_a4VUSFxPHSGtDASY5" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="243" data-original-width="414" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpfU5oiw3kio-6LwkLrl_1Ne61D6HSyc268yJ4_9VoSlh__2xExVDLxGd3Rbq_urxYbeqy3wuASwKxhCfK0GidCrsifftI9tIZpqQWw494sH41ZRBV8YHCqfHhBk0xO6o1pDdUuM2yy_WI-XRfLyD907pYEzXZUEPIBhQ42m_a4VUSFxPHSGtDASY5=w579-h340" width="579" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Thoughts on trusting</b>. </div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Every Christian knows this verse, yet it takes years of trusting until it become second nature or possible our first nature, which means Christ is ruling our heart. </span></b><p></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">As believers we all talk a good trust talk but, it's one thing to intellectually know we are supposed to trust God in hard times...but what does that look like?</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Don't know who wrote this but it resonated with me. Trust is the cornerstone of every relationship, communication, and all work happening in the world. You cannot make things work out efficiently for a long time if you don't trust in people and the processes. (Can I get an amen?)</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I have realized lately that my trust has gotten sweeter, and I think it's because since 35 I have practiced trusting God on a daily basis. Many times, I trusted in tears, shaking with fear, slipping and sliding through the trials that breaks my heart. Only to come back to the one who is worthy to trust. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Trusting is an action word of the soul. It's a verb not a noun that requires for us to put it into action before we feel that trust. And that is why it has grown sweeter the longer I live. There is such a calmness that comes over one when we are walking in trust. Our world may be in turmoil, loss may be our burden, answers may evade our heart, but we can still put into action our trust because of who is the foundation of our trust. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">As much as humans can love there might come a time that love is not enough because trust has been broken. It's hard to stay in a relationship when trust is broken. We all want those we trust to stand strong even though we often don't. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I have to put trust and expectations together because that is how trust gets broken. Almost all my expectation for others and myself shatter in light of what the Bible teaches about we humans and our frailty. I am glad God put verses in the Bible about taking heed to not judge others for their sins as if ours are not as bad. Thankful He made room for I John 1:9.</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">So, how did trust become so sweet in light of being hurt deeply and disappointed through my 76 years. I can boldly tell you it's because I have and still letting go of expectations for others and myself and putting fully my trust in God I fully belong to someone who loves me unconditionally and with that knowledge I can forgive when I need to and as many times as I need to. I can place all hurts and disappointment in His lap. Every time someone fails me, or I fail myself or another I take that misplaced trust and put it on Jesus. So my trust in Him has grown through the years and that is where the sweetness comes from. He is able to take my trust in Him and give me peace in this world. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></p><pre class="lyric-body wselect-cnt" data-lang="en" dir="ltr" id="lyric-body-text" style="background-color: white; border: none; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: alias; line-height: 26px; overflow: auto; word-break: break-word;"><div style="color: #111111; font-family: Oxygen, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;">The more I <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/trust" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">trust</a> Him, the more I love Him</div><div style="color: #111111; font-family: Oxygen, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nothing good for me He'll deny</div><div style="color: #111111; font-family: Oxygen, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;">The <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/longer" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">longer</a> I know Him, the <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/better" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">better</a> I can show Him</div><div style="color: #111111; font-family: Oxygen, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;">I couldn't stop now if I tried</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span face="Oxygen, sans-serif" style="color: #111111; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><span face="Oxygen, sans-serif" style="color: #111111; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">It gets <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/sweeter" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">sweeter</a> as the days go by</div></span><span face="Oxygen, sans-serif" style="color: #111111; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">It gets <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/sweeter" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">sweeter</a> as the <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/moments" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">moments</a> fly</div></span><span face="Oxygen, sans-serif" style="color: #111111; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">His love is richer, deeper, fuller, sweeter</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sweeter, sweeter, <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/sweeter" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">sweeter</a> as the days go by</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span face="Oxygen, sans-serif" style="color: #111111; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><span face="Oxygen, sans-serif" style="color: #111111; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, the <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/moment" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">moment</a> He <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/saved" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">saved</a> my His good <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/grace" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">grace</a> He gave me</div></span><span face="Oxygen, sans-serif" style="color: #111111; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">He <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/place" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">place</a> His love down deep in my heart</div></span><span face="Oxygen, sans-serif" style="color: #111111; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">There's <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/great" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">great</a> joy in <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/knowing" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">knowing</a> with Him I am going</div></span><span face="Oxygen, sans-serif" style="color: #111111; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">And <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/never" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">never</a> more from Him to depart</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span face="Oxygen, sans-serif" style="color: #111111; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><span face="Oxygen, sans-serif" style="color: #111111; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">It gets <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/sweeter" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">sweeter</a> as the days go by</div></span><span face="Oxygen, sans-serif" style="color: #111111; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">It gets <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/sweeter" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">sweeter</a> as the <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/moments" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">moments</a> fly</div></span><span face="Oxygen, sans-serif" style="color: #111111; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;">His love is richer, deeper, fuller, sweeter</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sweeter, sweeter, <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/sweeter" style="background-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; text-decoration-line: none;">sweeter</a> as the days go by</div></span></pre><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p></div>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-27552731595661728562023-01-09T14:35:00.007-08:002023-01-10T13:25:30.097-08:00EASY<p> </p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXaYEH5IjCjI1fZZ6Q5CFYr6JVzVoRrUR-tfqtU8RahC8xlldlAQtvA8_9_llK53ZIL2gBgj8lZ5FR1SLuAFkZjnwgOuJr-oKOizJe6ajIJmDzTfhO7XqGIeGbJ2tPmuphjymBXNlXsgyjSlJpRLE906kVI8QAvpSQctTne-prpjGeeW2XloYhCBrj" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="269" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXaYEH5IjCjI1fZZ6Q5CFYr6JVzVoRrUR-tfqtU8RahC8xlldlAQtvA8_9_llK53ZIL2gBgj8lZ5FR1SLuAFkZjnwgOuJr-oKOizJe6ajIJmDzTfhO7XqGIeGbJ2tPmuphjymBXNlXsgyjSlJpRLE906kVI8QAvpSQctTne-prpjGeeW2XloYhCBrj" width="261" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I finished 2022 with a sigh.., glad that year is over only to have the, wait a minute thoughts come speeding into my mind. For me, 2022 was a year full of medical issue. I am praying 2023 will pass without any hospital stays. But, I turn 76 this week so I know this aging body will continue to deteriorate. Gravity takes it toll and the aging process leaves one with a body that does not work well and someday will give it up.</span></p><p class="has-text-align-left"><span style="font-size: large;">I can tell you from experience that living in the states is easy compared to other places we have lived, actually, too darn easy. Years ago the Lord directed us to overseas mission, Bolivia being the first place we went too. Right away I realize there were no packages of chocolate chips to purchase, but I had friends who like me thought, how hard life is going to get without chocolate chips. It wasn't long I discovered a roll of chocolate called Batons is what people use there. Here is the kicker you must chop them up into chip size to make cookies. It was not as easy to bake anything without those lovely chips. But, one will step up and do the not so easy thing to end that desire for sweets. </span></p><p class="has-text-align-left"><span style="font-size: large;">Package lunch meat, came about killing the animal, putting the meat through a grinder, presses to get lunch meat. Cheese come from a cow that someone had to milk. It took work to pasteurize the milk to kill the bacteria and then you had to cool it down, skim off the cream to make all sort of things we can just run into a store and buy. I am thankful for the dollar stores near us, they have it all, just pick it up, carry to checkout, take home and use </span></p><blockquote class="wp-block-quote"><!--wp:paragraph {"align":"left"}-->
<p class="has-text-align-left"><span style="font-size: large;">Ok, thats enough of the hardships of living in an undeveloped country. In case you wondering, we did love it because our purpose for being there had nothing to do with it being easy. We knew it would be hard but doing without the frills of easy living did not cause us to forgo what we knew God wanted us to do with our life. Chocolate chips and packaged lunch meat was not the purpose of our soul. What it did for our family was help us get our priorities in order, narrowed our focus down to our purpose. </span></p>
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<!--/wp:paragraph--></p><p class="has-text-align-left has-large-font-size"><span style="font-size: large;">What is God teaching you from your abundant living? Is He the one you trust to give you direction for the life you have. Most of the time His direction can be a hard road, not an easy one. Oh, but the sights He shows us on that road, the things we learn that help us to be more like Him. Sacrifice is my new chocolate chip and I would give them up for Him because He gave up all for me. I have started my new year with a thankful heart that turns my eyes to Him.</span></p>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-83369387486575993292022-12-23T10:30:00.003-08:002022-12-23T10:47:19.573-08:00Late<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpzvIGjZFHX9sn1OTB8Sx1dYLZxwM7BqzOwLLPv7IVCd11C-gJE1O5ljD5_BMSjcNgvHtB3_9RTiALDjIAKV2u5jE13x6eWR7wAQmBd0yofzgX9hkUOy01biFinyFnLZViFrsPZEQfm5GsIe_4RkCR6Q2rHuvuBII2UkxPOq_0DQoIzsFCM6xyqezu" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpzvIGjZFHX9sn1OTB8Sx1dYLZxwM7BqzOwLLPv7IVCd11C-gJE1O5ljD5_BMSjcNgvHtB3_9RTiALDjIAKV2u5jE13x6eWR7wAQmBd0yofzgX9hkUOy01biFinyFnLZViFrsPZEQfm5GsIe_4RkCR6Q2rHuvuBII2UkxPOq_0DQoIzsFCM6xyqezu" width="180" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>There sits part of my Christmas card, addressed, nice words written inside the card, enveloped and ready for stamps. There is no reason I did not get them done and sent other then I put everything else before the task. After years and years of doing this because I wanted everyone to think I was a super woman at anything needing done. </b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>The last week and half has been a reminder that some deem Christmas card sending still important. Two days before Christmas and we have gotten six cards and I have sent out none. I especially did the personal one first, you know close family, close friends and thought how loving I was being to these people thinking of them first. Then came the churches that has supported us all these years. They usually post it on top of the last update on a special board especially for missionaries. </b></span></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">What is happening in my mind that I would let this good thing slip and come to this place. I think my priorities are changing as I age. Lord knows I had enough time to do this. Yet there they sit, no stamp, a reminder of my failure. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">There sits part of my Christmas card, addressed, nice words written inside the card, enveloped and ready for stamps. There is no reason I did not get them done and sent other then I put everything else before the task. After years and years of doing this because I wanted everyone to think I was a super woman at anything needing done. </span></b></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>The last week and half has been a reminder that some deem Christmas card sending still important. Two days before Christmas and we have gotten six cards and I have sent out none. I especially did the personal one first, you know close family, close friends and thought how loving I was being to these people thinking of them first. Then came the churches that has supported us all these years. They usually post it on top of the last update on a special board especially for missionaries. </b></span></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I know I am not alone in this for we have only received six cards and half of them were just a family picture, which I love, I keep those but the card I throw away. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">This is about all I can say on this subject, but I want to leave you with a good thought. Jesus not only came to die for our sin but from the guilt of whatever we feel guilty about. Thankful for His unconditional love and mercy this Christmas.</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> MERRY CHRISTMAS </span></b></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYr5w-GDifpNe2BcGOfPX8-WLrCV2XszEQcm6JZK-Zhz914YKu4G9DODue0b60B01D4LZYtF95AiaQB9802n_rYJFZ_q5skgWncTL9GNGHdKpVFrmvUMHqQMr3ChFRV5vGURfCtzVoYxVPCjjcocHOPAoTBQELGdnz8aItQcpNQPl3pfuQH8zT9yZt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="234" data-original-width="226" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYr5w-GDifpNe2BcGOfPX8-WLrCV2XszEQcm6JZK-Zhz914YKu4G9DODue0b60B01D4LZYtF95AiaQB9802n_rYJFZ_q5skgWncTL9GNGHdKpVFrmvUMHqQMr3ChFRV5vGURfCtzVoYxVPCjjcocHOPAoTBQELGdnz8aItQcpNQPl3pfuQH8zT9yZt" width="232" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-64273653547869282552022-12-07T05:14:00.000-08:002022-12-07T05:14:09.438-08:00Trip!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdMYgc21sr4z8RDXvZk8epOLfxyJC_H-hjo1rE2uTp3Qs3YYsxKrtaImDIJeRCy7blhMXJwo44D2hu7cJz_lOt1mXkrqDbVXgDErOVK-sB7qffqqwIKSxwoptQQTHd5OpisRxk5X0M-njDhXHZX9KfSUw2oPspP-Cl3IXcu7l0kFUUH4luZ-YxwnEx" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="256" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdMYgc21sr4z8RDXvZk8epOLfxyJC_H-hjo1rE2uTp3Qs3YYsxKrtaImDIJeRCy7blhMXJwo44D2hu7cJz_lOt1mXkrqDbVXgDErOVK-sB7qffqqwIKSxwoptQQTHd5OpisRxk5X0M-njDhXHZX9KfSUw2oPspP-Cl3IXcu7l0kFUUH4luZ-YxwnEx" width="231" /></a></div><br /><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Laughter is so good for us. <br /><br /></div><br />Two and half weeks ago we took off on a trip to the south. Not because we were seeking some beach to thaw us out from the cold and snow but a trip to encouraged others and get some encouragement.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></b><p></p><p><b> First to a family member 30th birthday party outside of Kansas City. Then next day we went to Illinois for Thanksgiving with more family. </b></p><p><b>On a still full stomach we left the day after Thanksgiving headed back south to St. Louis to pick up a car belonging to a longtime friend who needed someone to drive it to Phoenix, Az. We left our car there and drove the most southern route hoping we would miss any bad weather. </b></p><p><b>This is where it got even better for us. This route took us too close to our sons and family who live north of Dallas to not stop in. Seeing the surprised faces of our Grandchildren who did not know we were coming and feel their arms hugging us was the highlight of the whole trip. </b></p><p><b>Traveling always means saying goodbye and after two days and night we went on our way heading to Phoenix through some awesome remotes' sights. There was some snow on the mountains but none on the roads. El Paso was an over whelming huge city and at times we could see the border wall. It saddens our hearts to think of the chaos going on there. </b></p><p><b>After two days and one night on the road we made it to Phoenix to my brother place where we stayed for a few days resting up from the drive. Another goodbye and off we flew back to St. Louis and picked up our car and started our drive to Blackduck Mn. That cold and snow was still there but praise the Lord the roads were cleared off. </b></p><p><b>Ace and I have traveled all over the world in our ministry which has meant lots of flying and driving. My favorite way to travel is by car though because I read a lot and Ace and I reflect on each visit. Kind of a time for a heart check to see if we actually encouraging others or were we getting all the encouragement. </b></p><p><b>Everyone needs some encouragement, especially this time of the year. To think daily on what God did for us through His Son is encouragement.</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidvK3pS0grCT536ERcS_Dl2nbzvnYyHBvujdaD922x3pZ6yJNuf7be6-aNwhITVNirf-EfI6wUDUzlbSEdyrBLqsRN67wzX3OSPW1lVt_crtJcNGi5mlPoA_a807u1cqTjhM52dWLVTnczQ8-YBDSanWZnvJd68BjOroiRR6H8EPZbkutPJePNwqUo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><span style="color: black;"><img alt="" data-original-height="253" data-original-width="379" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidvK3pS0grCT536ERcS_Dl2nbzvnYyHBvujdaD922x3pZ6yJNuf7be6-aNwhITVNirf-EfI6wUDUzlbSEdyrBLqsRN67wzX3OSPW1lVt_crtJcNGi5mlPoA_a807u1cqTjhM52dWLVTnczQ8-YBDSanWZnvJd68BjOroiRR6H8EPZbkutPJePNwqUo" width="320" /></span></b></a></div><b><br /> </b><p></p>
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<!--/wp:paragraph-->Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-8416556364565461202022-10-26T12:15:00.002-07:002022-10-26T14:27:59.334-07:00October Thoughts<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOTuK-q43r7DvV59e-_NMWwf7rBqI4FAeMGrcB1jFJarYiUkDe4kEmmUGrOBZXOd_jQhPKyd_xlKjvqk-3cSAW9uAd03EenOH7gNP93mNI6XElNo5dlQ1GYBDn7-lUxujivp96gDeKZuBZyX_7mvcKlnmsKDWE1Nv4h3hq00EPKSkaaqOigMElBP9d" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2560" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOTuK-q43r7DvV59e-_NMWwf7rBqI4FAeMGrcB1jFJarYiUkDe4kEmmUGrOBZXOd_jQhPKyd_xlKjvqk-3cSAW9uAd03EenOH7gNP93mNI6XElNo5dlQ1GYBDn7-lUxujivp96gDeKZuBZyX_7mvcKlnmsKDWE1Nv4h3hq00EPKSkaaqOigMElBP9d" width="320" /></a></div>This looks exactly like the road I walk on. <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinKiwOoLoB5cBCQWQI0tKCYw5YuXSwwUI6ouV7fII9giIv8elOfzkBYiV69NeZOrbK4ZX11_zNQz9jwPysnjUEVQqy3MZoPhbJp3797zdRrqfkpVj9FwRJCvgwOOJQSNlZD4ox7cck9KC8j3cbV22xsOmWkB7W4AOQv3u8V7YyTG0kgR6KKTNjGuP4" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHP56jGgY-qUzQAQOpcMC8LcT3ZHc_fA3MEAF0XvVFmGaXnRjrF3OLHNhxwCMYwTvx5l5MAYKsZUC3L8Q-mt8AEavikOgIucnpavBTRR4td6JAf_RfIzF9eJjaUx6TuGM4jdD9iv0Un30VEboBbxFIXKoGCv29nxV06MVcDZ9M9zZcd3vZmQ4buDVS" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;"><i>Oct 20th we finished our 58 year of marriage, and start our 59th year. We both remember clearly the day we got married, not knowing what the future years would bring. Some of those years were hard, some were great, all do to the choices we made. We are still making choices. Many times we are ask, how did you stay married? Commitment and forgiveness come to mind because that first exciting love we had at 17 saying I do fades when hard times come. But when those two words are settled in the heart you can get through hard times. </i></b></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Happy Anniversary to us, Ace and Betty Draper </i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Christians mature by little bites of will, little denials of self, little inward victories, by faithfulness in very little things. They become what they are. There is no sudden maturity. There is only the work of the moment. </i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">Amy Carmichael</span><br /></i></b></span></div><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><i>Be good to people for no reason</i></b></span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">No one is responsible for your happiness but you. Marrying someone and expecting them to make you happy isn’t going to work. Having children expecting them to </span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a style="cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">make you happy is a bad idea. Happiness flows from a grateful heart. Safe Haven Bible Study </span></i></b></span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><i>If you’re serious about change, you have to go through uncomfortable situations. Stop trying to dodge the process. It’s the only way to grow. Believe me, it’s worth it all. Unknown</i></b></span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1swvt13 xjkvuk6" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_rf" style="font-family: inherit; padding: 4px 16px;"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u" style="display: flex; flex-direction: column; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-top: -5px;"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" color="var(--primary-text)" dir="auto" style="display: block; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Dostoevsky once wrote, that we cannot ‘live and have no</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i>story to tell’, then perhaps it is equally true that there is no story that can be told without somehow teaching us how to live.</i></b></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Doing some late night reading and come across this profound quote. During my family visit we talked about our childhood, teen years, becoming adults, now each of in our winter years. Our stories mesh together often yet each of us have taken a different road to get where we are. I learned some <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>things while listening to my family that made my heart softer toward them. I saw and heard them through the same grace God has given me. How grace can change our view of others if we will just ask for it. My family stories teach me, it's good to share ones heart, not opinion which I am prone to do, but listened with grace as the theme. Wise Hearted</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1swvt13 xjkvuk6" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_10c" style="font-family: inherit; padding: 4px 16px;"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u" style="display: flex; flex-direction: column; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-top: -5px;"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" color="var(--primary-text)" dir="auto" style="display: block; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i>I am encouraged this morning as I read many of my friends who are weathering the storms in Florida. Their words speak of how they are trusting God through it. You can't keep hurricanes, earthquakes, tornados, wars or any kind of storm from happening. </i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Some or all of your material things may be destroyed but they can be replaced. Pray for those going through storms for faith is built when we come through something hard. They help us put our priorities in order, and show us <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>we are not God for we cannot stop storms from coming to us. It's through the storms we develop a grateful heart as we trust Him. Wise Hearted</i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i>I have been off from blogging for a while but above is just a few things I posted on facebook that has kept me close to the Lord this month. Only a few more days and Oct. will be gone like all the leaves on the trees. <span style="font-family: inherit;">How has your Oct been so far?</span></i></b></span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="x10wlt62 x6ikm8r x9jhf4c x30kzoy x13lgxp2 x168nmei" data-visualcompletion="ignore-dynamic" style="border-radius: 0px 0px 8px 8px; font-family: inherit; overflow: hidden;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="background-color: white; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="xq8finb x16n37ib x3dsekl x1uuop16" style="font-family: inherit; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 12px;"><div class="x9f619 x1n2onr6 x1ja2u2z x78zum5 x2lah0s x1qughib x1qjc9v5 xozqiw3 x1q0g3np x150jy0e x1e558r4 xjkvuk6 x1iorvi4 xwrv7xz x8182xy x4cne27 xifccgj" style="align-items: stretch; box-sizing: border-box; display: flex; flex-flow: row nowrap; flex-shrink: 0; font-family: inherit; justify-content: space-between; margin: -6px -2px; padding: 4px; position: relative; z-index: 0;"><div class="x9f619 x1n2onr6 x1ja2u2z x78zum5 xdt5ytf x193iq5w xeuugli x1r8uery x1iyjqo2 xs83m0k xg83lxy x1h0ha7o x10b6aqq x1yrsyyn" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: flex; flex-direction: column; flex: 1 1 0px; font-family: inherit; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; padding: 6px 2px; position: relative; z-index: 0;"><div aria-label="Send this to friends or post it on your timeline." class="x1i10hfl x1qjc9v5 xjbqb8w xjqpnuy xa49m3k xqeqjp1 x2hbi6w x13fuv20 xu3j5b3 x1q0q8m5 x26u7qi x972fbf xcfux6l x1qhh985 xm0m39n x9f619 x1ypdohk xdl72j9 x2lah0s xe8uvvx xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x2lwn1j xeuugli xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x1n2onr6 x16tdsg8 x1hl2dhg xggy1nq x1ja2u2z x1t137rt x1o1ewxj x3x9cwd x1e5q0jg x13rtm0m x3nfvp2 x1q0g3np x87ps6o x1lku1pv x1a2a7pz" role="button" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; align-items: stretch; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-color: var(--always-dark-overlay); border-left-color: var(--always-dark-overlay); border-radius: inherit; border-right-color: var(--always-dark-overlay); border-style: solid; border-top-color: var(--always-dark-overlay); border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline-flex; flex-basis: auto; flex-direction: row; flex-shrink: 0; font-family: inherit; list-style: none; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; position: relative; text-align: inherit; touch-action: manipulation; user-select: none; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><div class="x1o1ewxj x3x9cwd x1e5q0jg x13rtm0m x1ey2m1c xds687c xg01cxk x47corl x10l6tqk x17qophe x13vifvy x1ebt8du x19991ni x1dhq9h" data-visualcompletion="ignore" style="border-radius: inherit; font-family: inherit; inset: 0px; opacity: 0; pointer-events: none; position: absolute; transition-duration: var(--fds-duration-extra-extra-short-out); transition-property: opacity; transition-timing-function: var(--fds-animation-fade-out);"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="x1jx94hy x12nagc" style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 4px;"></div></div></div></div>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-77990592827396161102022-08-08T08:21:00.005-07:002022-08-08T08:21:55.264-07:00Safe Place<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwfG1MoqINXISUuQw6X6hT609IAkBLEIRzgq6uGE6V-13Acp0CGHe9Zjq0pM4oeeP1a4c6BCWA90a7LbN72SN0jVoinzh7r7wS28DfDMKQY-SA3iZr8gbRSfniMPUns_6jIaIoT9VspqjhvQenXXc3tzyWGjeb97aSeqLdoZpKajIo7YgxvNiKktWi" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="736" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwfG1MoqINXISUuQw6X6hT609IAkBLEIRzgq6uGE6V-13Acp0CGHe9Zjq0pM4oeeP1a4c6BCWA90a7LbN72SN0jVoinzh7r7wS28DfDMKQY-SA3iZr8gbRSfniMPUns_6jIaIoT9VspqjhvQenXXc3tzyWGjeb97aSeqLdoZpKajIo7YgxvNiKktWi" width="240" /></a></div></div><p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Merriweather Web", Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 18px;">“The only love that won’t disappoint you is one that can’t change, that can’t be lost, that is not based on the ups and downs of life or of how well you live. It is something that not even death can take away from you. God’s love is the only thing like that</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Merriweather Web", Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #050505;">. </span></span><span style="color: #050505; font-family: Merriweather Web, Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Phillip Keller</span></span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The other day I was heading toward home and the sky was getting darker, rain was beginning to fall. The wind was whipping my hair and clothes as I hurriedly walked. </span></p><p><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I love this kind of weather even though I know it could produce serious damage. There is something beautiful standing on the edge of a storm watching God release nature. As beautiful as it was, I hurried home to a safe place before it really cut loose. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">1 Peter 1:6 and James 1:2 both talk about the trials of many kinds. They come in many shapes and sizes and do not always come in a spiritual wrapper. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Randomness trials can hit without warning. I have California friend who would never live in a tornado zone. I tell them, at least in those place you have a warning of what is coming. Yet, there is no warning minutes before an earthquake which happens all the time in the west coast. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Up to a few weeks ago I was not taking walks in the woods of northern Mn and enjoying all the beauty of nature. I decided to once again face my fear of meeting a bear, get my walking stick out and walk. My body needs the exercise, my mind needs the peace that nature brings and I needed to trust God those bears are more afraid of me then I am of them. (Not really sure if that is true or not) Yesterday, I played music on my phone in hopes bears would hear it and shy away from me. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">There is a song I sing when I am going through a trial, it's my safe place. Because a trial can cause me to doubt this truth, that Jesus loves me. So I battle back with the song, Jesus loves me this I know, Knowing God loves me keeps me balanced between stepping out in faith and being cautious. I would not walk in a lightening storm, or a tornado. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Do you have a safe place song that comes to mind when you are in a trial? </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></p><ol style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><li class="first" style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 0px;">Jesus loves me! This I know,<br />For the Bible tells me so;<br />Little ones to Him belong;<br />They are weak, but He is strong.<ul style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><li class="refrain" style="list-style-type: none; margin-left: 20px; margin-top: 1em;"><span class="refrain" style="font-style: italic;">Refrain:</span><br />Yes, Jesus loves me!<br />Yes, Jesus loves me!<br />Yes, Jesus loves me!<br />The Bible tells me so.</li></ul></li><li style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;">Jesus loves me! This I know,<br />As He loved so long ago,<br />Taking children on His knee,<br />Saying, “Let them come to Me.”</li><li style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;">Jesus loves me still today,<br />Walking with me on my way,<br />Wanting as a friend to give<br />Light and love to all who live.</li><li style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;">Jesus loves me! He who died<br />Heaven’s gate to open wide;<br />He will wash away my sin,<br />Let His little child come in.</li><li style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;">Jesus loves me! He will stay<br />Close beside me all the way;<br />Thou hast bled and died for me,<br />I will henceforth live for Thee.</li></ol><p><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><p><br /></p><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_63c" style="font-family: inherit; padding: 4px 16px 16px;"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg" style="display: flex; flex-direction: column; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-top: -5px;"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" color="var(--primary-text)" dir="auto" style="display: block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-31612616699277554332022-07-30T23:23:00.004-07:002022-07-31T17:33:22.529-07:00Finished<p><b><span style="font-size: large;"> <span color="var(--primary-text)" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">“Perfectionism and procrastination have such a fine line. You say, “Well I want it to be good. I want to be perfect.” But what you’re really doing is not doing your work. You’re putting off showing up and being visible because then you’re going to be judged, and it might suck.” -Jen Sincero</span></span></b></p><p><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;"><br /></span></p><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t buofh1pr l9j0dhe7" style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; display: flex; flex-direction: column; flex-grow: 1; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; position: relative;"><div class="dati1w0a f10w8fjw hv4rvrfc discj3wi" style="font-family: inherit; padding: 16px 16px 12px;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="a8nywdso j7796vcc rz4wbd8a l29c1vbm" style="font-family: inherit; padding: 14px 0px;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" dir="auto" style="display: block; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjck0SLJvHbaw4kXRl0AI9DyLUjcxAf6LrP_IbuDL6DbdifyBmnQgfOmZswRW9cUMmJVw5dgQyAF6_H7Ut480LXlV6e11wX1FYh2OkHWzDQ-UVaecRGIsI06tSCSv7-9mzpJfY43QO497CzwFyya2KZ6xzVLwzgwq6hvEwilKkdvl5TXO8aBBzET0h-" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjck0SLJvHbaw4kXRl0AI9DyLUjcxAf6LrP_IbuDL6DbdifyBmnQgfOmZswRW9cUMmJVw5dgQyAF6_H7Ut480LXlV6e11wX1FYh2OkHWzDQ-UVaecRGIsI06tSCSv7-9mzpJfY43QO497CzwFyya2KZ6xzVLwzgwq6hvEwilKkdvl5TXO8aBBzET0h-" width="180" /></a></div><b><span style="font-size: large;">After several months I finally finished my throw quilt with the help of some loving women. I like this quote above because it fits my life when I compare me to others. When I finished it, I then had to choose if I show it.? I decided to throw out fear of what other think and go</span></b><span style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> for this showing of my first ragged quilt throw</span></b></span></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" dir="auto" style="display: block; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" dir="auto" style="display: block; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #050505;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">One more quote I read this morning...</span></b></span></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" dir="auto" style="display: block; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #050505;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">No one is perfect, that's why pencils have erasers</span></b></span></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" dir="auto" style="display: block; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" dir="auto" style="display: block; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; 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margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img alt="" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="1082" height="101" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjD911VChy6Tb7sur3DyCmTn02ek41yZlfU1_9dA8SRWOHx8VsDIM_dzXosN5XekFd1wxj-buQmdByNUL4V_aZEETs5tnUoR2yBbEd-bnTDWnvgyUN42CP3QmkRyirzi9kwODx7Fdj1ccJzDHT_LKvbxiRgkObRHfT-Hzh4HVExgQRvgKeO2mQqUOQb" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /><b> Another Sunday has come and in a few hours be gone. Heard a good message today that caused me to to think on the past week. Lifted up my sins, prayed for forgiveness, gave Him my week coming up, ask for help from the one who knows me best, my heavenly Father. Came home from church encouraged in the Lord, and started this post while thoughts were fresh in my heart. </b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I so often want to lay in bed on Sunday morning instead of getting up, putting on a little makeup, and getting dressed for church. For 46 years of Sunday mornings, I have fought this same battle, not every Sunday but more than I like to count. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">You would think the enemy of my soul would get tired of losing, you think? Here is one reason He does not give up, he wins sometimes. One thing he never wants me to do is go to church. The farther away from a church is how he likes to keep me. And he has plenty reason which are lies to give me. </span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Which is why I am grateful for the Holy Spirit who loves to go to church. He keeps gently pushing me to get up, get dressed, put on a slab of makeup and ready my soul for church. I try to always ask the Lord to give me something good for my heart, either encouragement, or convictio</b>n. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">I read this today,</span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;"> {</span><span face="pt-serif, Georgia, "times new roman", Times, serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212529; font-size: large;"><b>Church is not a place we go. It is a way of life we live as being God’s people in the world participating in His Mission. }</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span face="pt-serif, Georgia, "times new roman", Times, serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212529; font-size: large;"><b>I am never sorry when I obey the sweet voice of God who knows how weak I am and how easy my thoughts and then my way of life can take on the ways of the world. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span face="pt-serif, Georgia, "times new roman", Times, serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212529; font-size: large;"><b>Today the message was about Deborah and how God used her when the men were not faithful to God. Judges 4:1-16</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span face="pt-serif, Georgia, "times new roman", Times, serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212529; font-size: large;"><b>What did you hear in church today, or, maybe you have to listen at home to a message, what did God speak to your heart?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></p><b><br /></b><br /><p></p>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-30321373603533248012022-06-24T20:02:00.000-07:002022-06-24T20:02:06.400-07:00Ticks and Sin<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSb-DR8zJo4n-Ijw2Sw6TIcSel3qrL7NpStVXZattXXv9v5TrRjN3o0lwSyt5pfofkKp3k2IILv2u9_U4jb8FOefjtaa4FfamUSl9utVIOnjtI1JPXEg6DtyWoreHAhUZ3xH3WSJGnA-ZxLnetLZUnYwN3da9vVsm_LDMCGX_kcmtx3FC3_PgqH5YT" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSb-DR8zJo4n-Ijw2Sw6TIcSel3qrL7NpStVXZattXXv9v5TrRjN3o0lwSyt5pfofkKp3k2IILv2u9_U4jb8FOefjtaa4FfamUSl9utVIOnjtI1JPXEg6DtyWoreHAhUZ3xH3WSJGnA-ZxLnetLZUnYwN3da9vVsm_LDMCGX_kcmtx3FC3_PgqH5YT" width="240" /></a></div><br />Our three Grand children from our son is visiting us for a week. They love coming up to northern Mn. because we live in the country and ride four wheelers, climb trees, walk in the woods, and look for bears and swim in the lakes. One thing they do not like is the amount of ticks this year Every day, several times a day we find ticks on them and doctor the mosquitos bites nightly. </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> We also have four little kittens, about six weeks old and everyday they are chasing them and getting scratched which needs doctoring. </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">The thing I hate the most is those ticks, ugly little creatures that brings nothing good to this world, NOTHING. I wonder what made God create them or did they evolve after the fall? It's kind of one of those question I can't wait to understand when I get to heaven. It's hard for me to believe they were in the garden before sin. </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>What I know for sure is until sin entered the world God created there was no creatures harming each other or harming humans. The minute sin entered everything changed, God put Adam and Eve out of the garden and put the tree of life to guard it. Even though they had no covering for their bodies they were not ashamed of their nakedness. but the second sin worked its way into their hearts they knew fear and shame for the first time. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Now back to ticks, here is a few known illnesses ticks carry and can transmit to you, the human. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><ul class="b_vList b_divsec b_bullet" style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; border-spacing: 0px; border: 0px; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><li data-priority="" style="border-collapse: collapse; border-spacing: 0px; border: 0px; list-style: disc; margin: 0px 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px 0px 12px;">Colorado Tick Fever. This is a disease that may be transmitted by the bite of a hard tick (Dermacentor andersoni). ...</li><li data-priority="" style="border-collapse: collapse; border-spacing: 0px; border: 0px; list-style: disc; margin: 0px 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px 0px 12px;">Lyme Disease. Ticks infected by biting infected rats or deer carry this disease. ...</li><li data-priority="" style="border-collapse: collapse; border-spacing: 0px; border: 0px; list-style: disc; margin: 0px 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px 0px 12px;">Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. It is caused by a bacteria transmitted by ticks. ...</li><li data-priority="" style="border-collapse: collapse; border-spacing: 0px; border: 0px; list-style: disc; margin: 0px 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px 0px 12px;">Tick Paralysis. ...</li><li data-priority="" style="border-collapse: collapse; border-spacing: 0px; border: 0px; list-style: disc; margin: 0px 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px 0px 12px;">Tularemia. ...<span style="background-color: transparent; text-align: center;"> </span> </li></b></ul></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; line-height: 1.5; margin: 5px 0px 0px; padding: 10px 0px; text-align: start;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I think Proverbs 6:16-19 say it the best when it comes to what God hates. </span></strong></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; line-height: 1.5; margin: 5px 0px 0px; padding: 10px 0px; text-align: start;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="text Prov-6-16" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" id="en-NIV-16557" style="font-size: 16px; position: relative;">There are six things the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span> hates,</span><br style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="indent-1" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Prov-6-16" style="position: relative;">seven that are detestable to him:</span></span><br style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="indent-2" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Prov-6-17" id="en-NIV-16558" style="position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; left: -4.4em; line-height: normal; position: absolute; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">17 </span><span class="indent-2-breaks"> </span>haughty eyes,</span></span><br style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="indent-2" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="indent-2-breaks"> </span><span class="text Prov-6-17" style="position: relative;">a lying tongue,</span></span><br style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="indent-2" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="indent-2-breaks"> </span><span class="text Prov-6-17" style="position: relative;">hands that shed innocent blood,</span></span><br style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="indent-2" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Prov-6-18" id="en-NIV-16559" style="position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; left: -4.4em; line-height: normal; position: absolute; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">18 </span><span class="indent-2-breaks"> </span>a heart that devises wicked schemes,</span></span><br style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="indent-2" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="indent-2-breaks"> </span><span class="text Prov-6-18" style="position: relative;">feet that are quick to rush into evil,</span></span><br style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="indent-2" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Prov-6-19" id="en-NIV-16560" style="position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; left: -4.4em; line-height: normal; position: absolute; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">19 </span><span class="indent-2-breaks"> </span>a false witness who pours out lies</span></span><br style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="indent-2" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="indent-2-breaks"> </span><span class="text Prov-6-19" style="position: relative;">and a person who stirs up conflict in the community.</span></span></span></strong></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; line-height: 1.5; margin: 5px 0px 0px; padding: 10px 0px; text-align: start;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="indent-2" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Prov-6-19" style="position: relative;">No where does it say God hates ticks. A tick is sneaky bug, embedding itself in us before we are even aware of it. We check at least three times a day during this heavy tick season. </span></span></span></strong></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; line-height: 1.5; margin: 5px 0px 0px; padding: 10px 0px; text-align: start;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="indent-2" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Prov-6-19" style="position: relative;">I wonder how often we check our hearts for the sins that is sneaky too. We are quick to find an excuse for our haughty eyes, lying tongue, wicked schemes, our rush to do wrong, lies come easy to us and man oh man do we ever love a good conflict. We use the blame game for all those sins more than we care to talk about. One must on purpose take our hearts to the Lord and ask Him to shine His light into the darkness so we can detect hidden sin before it becomes a habit. He loves us so much and wants us to walk clean before Him and the world. No matter how many ticks I find on me I need to hate sin in my heart more than those ticks and check for both. </span></span></span></strong></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; line-height: 1.5; margin: 5px 0px 0px; padding: 10px 0px; text-align: start;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="indent-2" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Prov-6-19" style="position: relative;"><br /></span></span></span></strong></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; line-height: 1.5; margin: 5px 0px 0px; padding: 10px 0px; text-align: start;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; line-height: 1.5; margin: 5px 0px 0px; padding: 10px 0px; text-align: start;"><br /></p></div>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-45756420548940483952022-06-13T07:40:00.001-07:002022-06-13T12:10:56.880-07:00Control <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvOlJW0fadxXqP_wbdavPUEpsuHZK17MGCnCPCKs0n0ZZerawUGRaZnkKD_FSfJPUFN87R32nQJBn8iri_NlJjuaXrL2ltfvTT5nI1d_GUx4X3XdtxzhkpckwV3zLeP6Uq8wAeJg9aIycczqNM0uARsyBWd2Nk6lVwksiOCnlWpFY731N5kV8SXD2w" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="317" data-original-width="474" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvOlJW0fadxXqP_wbdavPUEpsuHZK17MGCnCPCKs0n0ZZerawUGRaZnkKD_FSfJPUFN87R32nQJBn8iri_NlJjuaXrL2ltfvTT5nI1d_GUx4X3XdtxzhkpckwV3zLeP6Uq8wAeJg9aIycczqNM0uARsyBWd2Nk6lVwksiOCnlWpFY731N5kV8SXD2w" width="320" /></a></div>There is something wonderful in letting go. A. W. Tozer called it being released from "the fine threads of the self life, the hyphenated sins of the human spirit, "self sufficiency, self pity, self absorption and self hatred. Letting go means "freedom from the everlasting burden of always having to get our own way." Having to stay in control, to get it own own , is indeed an everlasting burden. <p></p><p>The above quote is from the book, Strong Women, Soft Hearts by Paula Rinehart. A few ladies and I are going to study through this book that I did about 10 years ago. It's good to re-read a book that helped me to see how far I have come on this issue of control or trusting God. </p><p>As I look back on my life I can clearly see the lies I so easily believed of how I need control of my life and how that lie caused me to have a hard heart. First of all, one can never get enough control of life because we do not know what will come next for us. Life in the world brings so much hardship and pain. Yet, this is exactly where God wants to work on my heart, right in the middle of a heartache, a worry, an event that takes me out of my comfort zone. </p><p>Re-reading revealed several truths to me, God never stops working on me no matter how many times I fail. It's never a new truth He wants me to learn, He only wants me to go deeper so I can see clearly how me controlling my life will not bring peace to my heart. Also how deeply the lie has roots in my heart. </p><p>Re-reading reminds me how weak I am and how much God loves me, a truth He wants me to live in daily. When I rest in His love for me my control loosen it's grip on my heart. My heart becomes more teachable and it's then He is able to show me the goodness of His love. </p><p>I need reminding often that as much as I think I know better for my life, I know nothing but He knows everything, the past, present and future. The biggest lie we believe is the same one Adam and Eve fell for and the tool satan used is pride to put into action the lie. Pride says I know best what I need. It shouts my way is more important then God's. Pride tells us, God if you will just give me what I want I will be happy, I will have peace. Pride craves all the wrong things, it craves the opposite of what God knows we need to become more like Him. Pride will cause us to blame anything but us for our hard heart. </p><p>At 75 I am still learning this truth to trust God in all things. Hindsight makes me glad for the hard times, for it was in those times I went seeking outside myself to His ways for my life. The pain and suffering that has come my way has only driven the truths about control inward and He used it as a tool to soften me. </p><p>Got a good book God brought you way to teach you about Him, its could be calling you for a re-read. </p>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-32903367287636094502022-05-25T09:40:00.000-07:002022-05-25T09:40:00.184-07:00Fixing<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-05cZ71-sLsALr5Jua_V9cMTR3I_a3emOr7C4YaDSeuOKEtVKTwR4_gHutG1yCXsjpV2IE7D2XK5SSam7fOJHhKRv99W1_hMR_d6SnQ7vt0LwvdXFQa5aqdw5CV3UpLAEmPujyZ7jDPblub9_MUvP9tZ_3U3LxjdJETGz7WnC4iSfwrYUtEElT6km" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="441" data-original-width="474" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-05cZ71-sLsALr5Jua_V9cMTR3I_a3emOr7C4YaDSeuOKEtVKTwR4_gHutG1yCXsjpV2IE7D2XK5SSam7fOJHhKRv99W1_hMR_d6SnQ7vt0LwvdXFQa5aqdw5CV3UpLAEmPujyZ7jDPblub9_MUvP9tZ_3U3LxjdJETGz7WnC4iSfwrYUtEElT6km" width="258" /></a></div><!-- wp:paragraph -->
<p></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Yesterday I could only watch a little of the news of the killings in Texas. My heart kept breaking as I listened and knew I needed to stop watching it. I use the phrase often in this day and age, " I can't fix this". Truthfully, I believe the fix will come when the devil and sin is done away with. Even if they took all the guns away, people would find a way to kills. Killings is nothing new, from the very beginning, the very first killing was brother killing brother. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I do not hide my mind on issues or try to run from them. Except to find a place to think upon while I put Band-Aids on the brokenness of my heart. I don't wish to go to heaven before my time to get out of this troubled world. I don't usually debate with others on the world issues because I can't fix it. All the laws laid down has not stopped people from killing each other. Since the beginning brother killed brother even though there was no guns then. It's a heart issue, so we need a heart fixer. </span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">What I do for my broken heart is take it to the only one who can fix this, and someday God will. Someday He will say, enough is enough, go Jesus, my son and get our family and bring them home. I have been working on a new world without sin and the devil, all will be fixed</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">The gospel of Jesus Christ is the message of the good news of salvation offered to mankind by grace through faith in the finished works of Christ on the cross (Ephesians 2:8-9). It is a message not only of eternal life but one that encompasses the total plan of God to redeem mankind from the ravages of sin and death, from Satan and the curse that is upon all the earth for eternity. Do you know Him? If you died today where would you spend eternity? </span></b></p><p></p><p>
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Make It Over Again
But I Know A Man Who Can
I Can't Take A Soul That's Sin Sick
Wash It <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/White">White</a> As The Snow
But I Know A Man Who Can
Some Call Him Savior, The <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/Redeemer">Redeemer</a> Of All Men
I Call Him Jesus, For He's My <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/Dearest">Dearest</a> Friend
If You Feel That No One <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/Loves">Loves</a> You
And Your Life Is Out Of Hand
I Know A Man Who Can
I Can't Walk Upon The Water
Calm The Dark And <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/Raging">Raging</a> Sea
But I Know A Man Who Can
I Can't <a href="https://www.definitions.net/definition/Cause">Cause</a> Blind Eyes To Open
Or Make The Lame To Walk Again
But I Know A Man Who Can
</span></b>
</pre>Wise Heartedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890246183434576719noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803438520720402383.post-62755763551898027502022-05-11T10:41:00.001-07:002022-05-11T10:41:16.308-07:00Tara's Story<p> <span class="posted-on" style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Posted on <a href="https://wisehearted.wordpress.com/2022/05/11/taras-story/" rel="bookmark" style="border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="10:33 am"><time class="entry-date published" datetime="2022-05-11T10:33:09-07:00">May 11, 2022</time></a></span><span class="byline" style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> by <span class="author vcard" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a class="url fn n" href="https://wisehearted.wordpress.com/author/bettydraper1947/" style="border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="View all posts by Wise Hearted">Wise Hearted</a></span></span></p><div class="entry-content" style="background-color: #66846a; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 1.5em 0px 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Today I was reading some of the things again about our missionary journey. When I says ours that includes our two children. Tara was in 10 grade and Jared was 6 grade when we sold our house, most of our things, packed 19 duffle bags and raised our support in a few months and heading off to Bolivia, South America. It was a rough start for us since we were going to be high school guys dorm parents which meant our daughter had to go into the high school girls dorm. Jared could stay with us which made it easier for him. The story Tara will tell in this post is my favorite thing I love about her, her being real in the face of hardship. If we do not learn to trust God for them while they are still at home with us, having them go and leave us with an empty nest is so much harder. This story shaped Tara’s character for her future.</p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">(1994) How different it feels to be completing our third year at the MK school in Bolivia. Our daughter was in the 10 grade and our son in the 6th grade when we went to the field. We were warned how hard it would be, especially on our teenage daughter, to take her away from the familiar to the unfamiliar. Nothing could have prepared us for the months of crying and depression that came as a result of our move overseas. Like a child with an open, bleeding wound, she told us, I know it is God’s will that we are in Bolivia, but Gods will still hurts me. All the fears of what this move could do to our daughter filled our minds those first few months. Thoughts of going back to the states and returning to a ministry there kept crossing our minds. Daily we prayed, Please God, do something, ease her hurt. Replace it with your love. You can read what took place, as she tells it in her own words.</p><figure class="wp-block-image" style="margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><a href="https://wisehearted.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/6776a-tara...jpg" style="border-radius: inherit; border: 0px; color: #020202; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="" scale="0" src="https://wisehearted.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/cdab6-tara...jpg" style="border-radius: inherit; border: 0px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.3); height: auto; max-width: 100%; vertical-align: bottom;" /></a></figure><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> As I sit in the dorm, I look back over the past three years. God has done a tremendous work in my life. When Dad told us that we were going overseas, I wanted to run away. I was just stepping into high school. I was on the cheerleaders team and liked a boy. Everything that a teen could want I was getting. But Dad’s decision tore my life apart. Soon my anger turned to my parents, then to God. I stopped praying and having devotions because I felt like God had hurt me. All though missionary training and language school as my parents went through the New Tribes Mission training program, my heart was hardened to what God wanted my family to do.</p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> When we stepped into the Miami airport I knew it was my last chance to run. I even prayed for the plane to crash, or for a hijacking just so we would not have to go. Well, nothing happened, (only a few air pocket, and soon we arrived in Santa Cruz, Bolivia. From the beginning I hated Bolivia. Not anything particulate, but the whole country. I DID NOT WANT TO BE IN BOLIVIA!!</p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> It was like that for the first semester. Then during our second semester, my sophomore class went on a camping trip. We had to hitch a ride on a passing truck to get where we were going. Sitting next to me on the truck was a Bolivian baby girl. I’m known for loving babies and kids, so started to play with her. She kept smiling and laughing. Then it suddenly struck me, “Tara this little girls is why you are here”. “Who is going to tell this child about Christ when she grows up?” Right then, I knew why God had called my family to Bolivia. I will never forget that little girl’s face and the need she had for a Savior. Tara Draper<br />________________________________________________________________________________</p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">We have shared that story many times with those taking their children overseas. It is risky, no matter their age. One must count the cost of serving God this way in those kinds of locations. No matter the location of your body, you must deal with your own children. Tara was not in sin, she was just plain homesick. Oh, she was mad at God , we told her, that is ok, He can handle it. Our hearts broke with every tear she shed.</p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I have been told there are a few children that look forward to a move, but let me say, this is extremely rare. If you don’t believe me, just ask, wait, that is the wrong word, ” tell” your teen, we are moving! Even if that child struggles in school socially, they at least know the rules and know the players. There is some safely in that. In our passion to go, we forgot at times it was not their passion. Missionary kids, MK”s as we call them will say good-by to more significant people by age 18 than the average person will in a life time. <br /><br />We ask her to start the second semester of school and if she still wanted to go home at the end of the semester, we would go. I think this gave her hope which left her heart open to hear what God was going to do through that little Bolivia girl on the truck. </p><p style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Radical obedience to Christ is not easy… It’s not comfort, not health, not wealth, and not prosperity in this world. Radical obedience to Christ risks losing all these things. But in the end, such risk finds its reward in Christ. 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