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Would You Shelf This?

Sometimes I get inspired to write stuff, and I let it sit in my drawer. I wonder if it's not better off out there somewhere where folks can read it. Maybe it can bless, challenge, or even encourage someone today. I do challenge myself a lot and am fairly hard on myself at times, but this goes well with the semons we've been having lately about knowing christians by their fruits.

Dear Christian,

How can you say you love Me, when you speak an unkind word to the troubled soul in your argument?
How can you say it, when you walk right by her with your nose in the air?

How can you say you love Me, when you take the credit for all the gifts I’ve given you?
How can you say it, when I’ve lent you your heartbeat, strength, and talents, and you think you did it all yourself?

How can you say you love Me, when you won’t give the poor man some cash, a coat, warm mitts, not even a prayer?
How can you say it, when you turn in disgust, and spend all you have to seek your own happiness?

How can you say you love Me, when you don’t take the time for the widowed old lady giving comfort and hope with a touch or a smile?
How can you say it, when you’re wishing her story of long ago would soon be done?

How can you say you love Me, when you won’t share the good news with the broken heart who’s crying a river?
How can you say it, when I’ve promised to give you the words that you don’t speak?

How can you say you love Me, when the children that surround you are not blessed?
How can you say it, when they beg your attention and you send them away?

How can you say you love Me, when you have nothing to show to anyone watching?
How can you say it, when they don’t see Me in you?

Bird Story

We have four noisy Lovebirds in our family now, and it didn't take long till one was out the door.

The kids played around with the cage, and left the door open. I closed it soon after but thought one sweetheart may be in it's little house nest.

I was wrong, it flew out to freedom the second Rodney entered the house. It stayed in a tree on our front lawn for a bit, and later flew off farther away with Rodney and I watching every move.

The first thing we did was make a long net to try catching it, but of course it didn't work. So we put the cage outside so that the pair could communicate, and thay did, but it was getting dark.

It flew around quite a bit, but in the end we decided to just leave the cage on the porch overnight and see what happens.

In the morning at about 6:00 Rodney goes out to have a look and there in the little maple tree as close to the cage as possible was our naughty bird! Now how will we get it inside?? Rodney held out the bird house, but there was no reaction, so he tried it with the cage, and low and behold the birdie jumps on.

He slowly, ever so slowly, started moving towards the house. With the patience of Job, and both of us holding our breath, he made it inside the door and I slammed it behind him. The frightened bird dashed into the kitchen as we celebrated in relief.

THE END

I can bearly bare it!!!

We had a lovely time at the Baer reunion on Saturday (was my maiden name). I got to see all my cousins, aunts, uncles, sisters, brothers, in laws, outlaws and much more.


But, I lost all my pictures.

BOOHOOOO!!!


Anyone have any to send??

Now I'm pictureless and you can have a taste of it too in this blog.

Inside, Outside, Upside, Downside.

Even so you also outwardly appear righteous to men, but inside you are full of hypocrisy and lawlessness.

I’ve been wondering how much it shows from our outward life what is inside our hearts. If I tend to keep a messy room or house does it mean that I don’t keep my body that clean either, or my spirit? social life? soul? mind? heart?

My choices of where I spend my time are probably a good hint. Will I choose to keep the outside of my house clean and the lawn and gardens trimmed just to put up a good front to anyone walking by while the inside of my house is a dump? Can I honestly say that I will rather do something for someone else before I’ll take the time to sew the latest clothes just to make sure that I keep up appearances?

I find that a smile can paint a face while there is much resentment inside the heart. We can hang on to a hurt or insult rather than forgive and forget and yet be the friendliest person around. I can be the first one to show up at church, work and meals, but also the first to criticize, point a finger, and find fault. We can say ‘thank you very much’ when complaints and ingratitude are coming out of our ears.

If there is any indication in the way I keep house, there are rooms upstairs that no one ever sees and they are quite dusty. No guest goes there and no one will ever know. Are there also such places in my heart? Are there unkempt places that I should be paying more attention to? Like thoughts and relationships?

What about all the things that need doing around me? There are jobs that pile up so that I’m not sure where to start some days. Well, there is also an overwhelming amount of invisible places that need improvement and balance. Being a good parent, wife, cook, keeping a good attitude, learning God’s word and living by it is so much to keep up. Brushing teeth, combing hair and being neatly dressed is a breeze compared to the tremendous task of keeping a guard over one’s own heart.

The one thing that I always have to watch for is finding the faults of others and being blind to my own. Whenever I do it, and I do, there is no doubt that I will find the very same things in me to whatever degree; all I have to do is look. “Oh, my situation is different.” Note the sarcasm, please! The only reason God gives us insight into someone else’s faults is so that we can pray for them.

We are the Children of Israel

We can claim our heritage because we are his spiritual children, not of the flesh.

We have been set free from slavery to sin by the miracles of God.

We have passed through the waters of baptism to be reborn as a nation with Jesus Christ as our King.

Ours is the manna, God’s word that satisfies our hunger.

We come to Jesus Christ and rest; keeping the sign of the Sabbath.

God’s Ten Commandments are carved on the tablets our hearts.

Our bodies are the temple where the Holy Spirit dwells; in which we pray and worship, and go about our Father’s business.

By faith we look to the lifted up cross to find healing from the venom of the serpent.

Though fire and desert may try us, we will accept God’s discipline and learn to depend and trust in Him to supply our every need.

We live under God’s protection; shielded from the heat of the day and the darkness by night.

Our garment of righteousness will not grow old, and the gospel of peace on our feet will not ware out.

Ours is the New Jerusalem; ours is the Promised Land.

The insiration for writing this is from this link. It's the end times delution link that didn't work a few blogs ago.

No Butterflies

I think this is all I have this year of butterflies, it seems like it's not their year. I'll have to be happy with the memories we made because I've only seen two big ones so far, and I've checked dozens of milkweed plants for any sign of the worms. I sure miss them.

Here is the clip I've been wanting to blog for over a year now, it was supposed to be part of the born again blog from last year. Thanks to Joni, WH, <3<3<3> here it is condensed. Enjoy!!