<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313</id><updated>2011-11-20T20:57:16.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>true identity</title><subtitle type='html'>"But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions - it is by grace you have been saved."
~ Ephesians 2:4-5</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-8654837744111699282</id><published>2011-02-19T16:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T16:01:07.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering</title><content type='html'>Just wondering what it would be like to blog again and what my purpose and motivation might be in doing so.  Also, just wondering if anyone ever still checks this site!  I obviously wasn't.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-8654837744111699282?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8654837744111699282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=8654837744111699282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8654837744111699282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8654837744111699282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2319058583759557972</id><published>2009-09-20T20:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:20:27.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>providence revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Back to the year-long learning theme of God's sovereignty and providence.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"The primary purpose is for us to become so convinced of ...[the sovereignty, love, and wisdom of God]...that we appropriate them in our daily circumstances, that we learn to trust God in the midst of our pain, whatever form it may take" (19).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"God's providence is His constant care for and His absolute rule over all His creation for His own glory and the good of His people" (23).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerry Bridges' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trusting God: Even When Life Hurts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Colorado Springs, CO: NavPress, 2008).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2319058583759557972?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2319058583759557972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2319058583759557972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2319058583759557972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2319058583759557972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/providence-revisited.html' title='providence revisited'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2874381459061563418</id><published>2009-09-07T11:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:27:33.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New book, new post   :-)</title><content type='html'>New school year, new book, new post - how exciting!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently purchased Jerry Bridges' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trusting God: Even When Life Hurts &lt;/span&gt;(Colorado Springs, CO: NavPress, 2008).  A foundational premise is that so often it is easier to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obey &lt;/span&gt;God than to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust &lt;/span&gt;Him, especially amidst difficult situations, but that trust is just as essential and God-glorifying.  I appreciate the call to examine our hearts and to again look at the wisdom and the sovereignty of God in various spheres of Creation, based on the Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking to the reason why it is sometimes hard to trust through difficult times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Obeying God is worked out within well-defined boundaries of God's revealed will.  Trusting God is worked out in an arena that has no boundaries.  We do not know the extent, the duration, or the frequency of the painful, adverse circumstances in which we must frequently trust God.  We are always coping with the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yet it is just as important to trust God as it is to obey Him....In order to trust God, we must always view our adverse circumstances through the eyes of faith, not of sense....It is only from the Scriptures, applied to our hearts by the Holy Spirit, that we receive the grace to trust God in adversity" (16).  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we obey AND trust our great God and Father!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2874381459061563418?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2874381459061563418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2874381459061563418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2874381459061563418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2874381459061563418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-book-new-post.html' title='New book, new post   :-)'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-6166445420132214236</id><published>2009-08-31T19:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:29:03.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't waste it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Regret and worry are two incredible wastes of your imagination."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~ Paraphrase of Mrs. B's wisdom (from a Dutch saying?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are also Biblical commands not to worry and to leave things to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;All the same, I found this quotation striking.  Our imagination and brainpower are drained by fruitless regret over things that we can't change and worry over things that are yet to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we need to live careful, thoughtful, reflective lives, but most often the worry and regret distract from the present; too often they invite opportunity for doubt, self-pity, anxiety, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how are you using your imagination these days (especially you teacher-folk starting school again!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-6166445420132214236?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6166445420132214236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=6166445420132214236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/6166445420132214236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/6166445420132214236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-waste-it.html' title='don&apos;t waste it!'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2278028773510642920</id><published>2009-08-23T12:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:30:24.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SnrogayBLVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/dZs9QM4beYQ/s1600-h/P1030262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/Snrqq2CqTkI/AAAAAAAAAfA/M6emSATMe8A/s200/P1030223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366859927747448386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/Snrqdpo49mI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aIMYUMG80c4/s1600-h/P1030279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/Snrqdpo49mI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aIMYUMG80c4/s200/P1030279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366859701079832162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2278028773510642920?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2278028773510642920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2278028773510642920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2278028773510642920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2278028773510642920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SnrogayBLVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/dZs9QM4beYQ/s72-c/P1030262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-6389482704463892190</id><published>2009-08-11T07:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:30:00.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME and ownership</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Last one from C.S. Lewis. Hopefully you've either gleaned enough to be challenged or are motivated to put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The Screwtape Letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; on your reading list!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;We know it is limited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;And not our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Do we use it that way?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I found this passage totally convicting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You must therefore zealously guard in his mind the curious assumption 'My time is my own.'  Let him have the feeling that he starts each day as the lawful possessor of twenty-four hours....The assumption which you want him to go on making is so absurd that, if once it is questioned, even we cannot find a shred of argument in its defence.  The man can neither make, nor retain, one moment of time; it all comes to him by pure gift; he might as well regard the sun and moon as his chattels (112).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The "advice" from the senior devil was to make the human angry whenever something "interrupted" his plan for how he would use his time.  Angry that someone stopped him for guidance.  Angry that there was an unexpected visitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;When we remember that time is not our own, and that this life is so fleeting, it surely puts time in a whole different light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-6389482704463892190?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6389482704463892190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=6389482704463892190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/6389482704463892190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/6389482704463892190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-and-ownership.html' title='TIME and ownership'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2142185805814874924</id><published>2009-08-06T07:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:51:00.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the need for change</title><content type='html'>Continuing to share from this brilliant piece of work by Lewis (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Screwtape Letters)&lt;/span&gt;, below is a section referring to the desire for incessant change.  The "devils" are discussing how they think they can exploit this idea to cause dissatisfaction and to draw people away from asking if things are righteous, prudent, possible, necessary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only by our incessant efforts is the demand for infinite, or unrhythmical, change kept up.  This demand is valuable in various ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diminishes pleasure while increasing desire&lt;/span&gt;.  The pleasure of novelty is by its very  nature more subject than any other to the law of diminishing returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And continued novelty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;costs money&lt;/span&gt;, so that the desire for it spells avarice or unhappiness or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, the more rapacious this desire, the sooner it must eat up all the innocent sources of pleasure and pass on to those the Enemy forbids (137, emphasis mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Variety is good and, of course, not in itself sinful.  Our Lord has created such a bountiful Earth with such incredible, imaginative sources of diversity and creativity.  But when pure novelty and change is sought for its own pleasure, we should stop and think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2142185805814874924?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2142185805814874924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2142185805814874924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2142185805814874924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2142185805814874924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/need-for-change.html' title='the need for change'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-510480211210907665</id><published>2009-07-28T22:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:33:48.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>humility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Before destruction a man’s heart is haughty, but  humility comes before honor."  Proverbs 18:12&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ESV&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Do nothing from  rivalry or  conceit, but in  humility count others more significant than yourselves." Philippians 2:3 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ESV&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility is one of those interesting "virtues."  Often people strive to be humble and end up feeling proud of how humble they are.  Or, on the contrary, their humility becomes a sense of self-loathing.  Neither is Biblical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;True humility, of course, comes from looking to Christ.  By understanding His perfection, we recognize the gravity of our sin and the consequences of it.  Yet, by looking at Christ, we see the incredible love our LORD has for us - so great that He sends Jesus to atone for our sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my journey through Lewis'  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Screwtape&lt;/span&gt; Letters&lt;/span&gt; (which I have long since devoured but will continue to share with you), I came across an interesting passage where the "senior demon" is talking to his "young nephew demon" about this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The Enemy wants to bring the man to a state of mind in which he could design the best cathedral in the world, and know it to be the best, and rejoice in the fact, without being any more (or less) or otherwise glad at having done it than he would be if it had been done by another.  The Enemy wants him, in the end, to be so free from any bias in his own favour that he can rejoice in his own talents as frankly and gratefully as in his neighbour's talents - or in a sunrise, an elephant, or a waterfall.  He wants each man, in the long run, to be able to recognise all creatures (even himself) as glorious and excellent things.  He wants to kill their animal self-love as soon as possible; but it is His long-term policy, I fear, to restore to them a new kind of self-love - a charity and gratitude for all selves, including their own...." (Lewis, 71).  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be rejoicing in something as much if someone else does it excellently as if I had done it myself.&lt;br /&gt;Wow - that is going to take work, and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we recognize that this world is not all there is (something that has been on my mind a lot lately), that makes perfect sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-510480211210907665?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/510480211210907665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=510480211210907665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/510480211210907665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/510480211210907665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/humility.html' title='humility'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-7793630942786728828</id><published>2009-07-14T17:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:16:11.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not ordinary</title><content type='html'>Washing dishes.&lt;br /&gt;Practicing the piano.&lt;br /&gt;Making dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Going for a long bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these were some recent activities.&lt;br /&gt;Some could call them mundane activities - just "the ordinary," right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the mentality we need to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fight&lt;/span&gt;, especially as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt;.  I just started C.S. Lewis' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Screwtape&lt;/span&gt; Letters&lt;/span&gt; (1942, HarperCollins: NY), a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt;" between a senior and junior devil.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(See &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Screwtape-Letters-C-S-Lewis/dp/0060652934"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read the first chapter on line).&lt;/span&gt;  In chapter one, the senior devil is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recommending&lt;/span&gt; ways for the junior devil to tempt a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;..they find it all but impossible to believe in the unfamiliar while the familiar is before their eyes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Keep pressing home on him the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ordinariness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; of things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(4, bold mine).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Isn't it so true that we are sometimes led to believe what we do from day to day is mundane?&lt;br /&gt;The ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;The unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes become glazed with the here and now and we lose sight of the big purpose and the role the small things have in that big purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attitude &lt;/span&gt;as we do the routine things?&lt;br /&gt;With what is our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mind &lt;/span&gt;occupied as we accomplish those tasks?&lt;br /&gt;Do we see the many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pleasures &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delights &lt;/span&gt;in each of those situations, or the things that can remind us of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;characteristics&lt;/span&gt; of our loving Heavenly Father?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It may seem silly, but take washing dishes for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be grateful for the convenience of water that comes to my fingertips;&lt;br /&gt;I can reflect on stewardship issues;&lt;br /&gt;I can marvel at how the soap removes the grease and the chemistry behind that;&lt;br /&gt;I can take delight in seeing dirty made clean, and think of my own sins being removed;&lt;br /&gt;I can enjoy the feeling of the warm water;&lt;br /&gt;I can use that time to pray or to recite Scripture, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course is a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;personalized&lt;/span&gt; list and by no means an endless list.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt; are endless.  I'm not saying to hyper-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;spiritualize&lt;/span&gt; everything we do, but I am saying we should not become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;disillusioned&lt;/span&gt; with the things that seem "regular."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That robs joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be challenged:&lt;br /&gt;see the beauty,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the sounds,&lt;br /&gt;cherish the fellowship,&lt;br /&gt;commune with your Maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not allow Satan to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; God's people that this world is boring, or that our faith is boring, or that God is boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-7793630942786728828?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7793630942786728828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=7793630942786728828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/7793630942786728828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/7793630942786728828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-ordinary.html' title='not ordinary'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-5114248068023140332</id><published>2009-06-27T13:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:56:05.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sharing resources</title><content type='html'>School is out.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least my teaching of it.&lt;br /&gt;Summer school is in - for me! :)&lt;br /&gt;I love learning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love sharing resources with fellow sojourners. Lydia Brownback's &lt;a href="http://purplecellar.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; has consistently been a great encouragement to me, so I share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-5114248068023140332?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5114248068023140332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=5114248068023140332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5114248068023140332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5114248068023140332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/sharing-resources.html' title='sharing resources'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-8298647163286094412</id><published>2009-06-18T22:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:29:51.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>worthy investment</title><content type='html'>I continue to marvel at the &lt;u&gt;joy&lt;/u&gt; that comes from investing in others. We were definitely created to live in community, to care for one another, and to corporately enter God's throne of mercy. However, often the risk involved in relationships in scary. Alongside the joy is pain. Disappointment. Hurt. Even anger.&lt;br /&gt;Yet still, we are called - command! - to love one another. It is good and right and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis speaks to this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless-it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C.S. Lewis. &lt;em&gt;The Inspirational Writings of C.S. Lewis&lt;/em&gt;. New York: Inspirational Press, 1994, 278.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-8298647163286094412?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8298647163286094412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=8298647163286094412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8298647163286094412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8298647163286094412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/worthy-investment.html' title='worthy investment'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-1561549088891259670</id><published>2009-06-10T19:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:11:02.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new post needed</title><content type='html'>Yes, I definitely need to write a new post soon.&lt;br /&gt;And a "heart" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the meantime, suffice it to say that it never continues to amaze me how the Lord works. &lt;br /&gt;It is such a blessing to look back on the events recorded in Scripture and the events in my simple life to see his hand leading in such clear, unmistakeable, God-centered ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May He again be praised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-1561549088891259670?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1561549088891259670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=1561549088891259670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1561549088891259670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1561549088891259670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-post-needed.html' title='new post needed'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-5847991795776545208</id><published>2009-05-26T19:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:09:56.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>release</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have held many things in my hands and lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God's hands, that I still possess.&lt;br /&gt;-- Martin Luther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-5847991795776545208?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5847991795776545208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=5847991795776545208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5847991795776545208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5847991795776545208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/05/release.html' title='release'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-5659747731486381567</id><published>2009-05-22T19:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:30:12.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>funny friday</title><content type='html'>I really should make a quotation book for all the hilarious things students say. I feel like I don't capture those moments often enough. In any given day, there are a multitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few from today. Remember I teach high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Are cashews peaunuts?" (Said in all sweet sincerity).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"I don't want to touch that bug. It might 'get' me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Miss S-------, you should paint your toenails. They are&lt;br /&gt;nasty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That was the funniest one today. No shame...!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-5659747731486381567?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5659747731486381567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=5659747731486381567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5659747731486381567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5659747731486381567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-friday.html' title='funny friday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-3118651907675424787</id><published>2009-05-10T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:55:01.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more signs of spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SgVvZ2e8mcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/NNHE515dPHA/s1600-h/P1010020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333791823602948546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SgVvZ2e8mcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/NNHE515dPHA/s400/P1010020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-3118651907675424787?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3118651907675424787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=3118651907675424787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3118651907675424787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3118651907675424787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-signs-of-spring.html' title='more signs of spring'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SgVvZ2e8mcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/NNHE515dPHA/s72-c/P1010020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-8934003833837451665</id><published>2009-05-09T07:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:55:07.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>signs of spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SgVvEBPgyBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hFhALxEEOB0/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333791448533878802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SgVvEBPgyBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hFhALxEEOB0/s400/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-8934003833837451665?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8934003833837451665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=8934003833837451665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8934003833837451665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8934003833837451665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/05/signs-of-spring.html' title='signs of spring'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SgVvEBPgyBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hFhALxEEOB0/s72-c/P1010015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2306598361613744761</id><published>2009-05-06T18:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:38:19.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of sin</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just get so sick of sin,&lt;br /&gt;both in my own life and in the lives of those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get tired of giving in to variations of the same temptations over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I become weary of fighting against the thoughts, the looks, the words, etc. that seem to come so naturally when I least expect them.&lt;br /&gt;My longing is to be like Jesus, to be perfect as we are called to be, but it is so evident that I am not.  And it is frustrating and humbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the knowledge of grace.  I truly do.  But sometimes it seems that "song" is abused and used as an excuse, so I am cautious there.&lt;br /&gt;We do need to struggle and wrestle and fight.&lt;br /&gt;And ultimately, release.  Submit.  Give up our burden and yoke for the one that is easier and lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, it is grace that shines through.&lt;br /&gt;Boundless grace.&lt;br /&gt;Matchless forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Unsurpassed love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us.  If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness."&lt;br /&gt;1 John 1:8-9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2306598361613744761?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2306598361613744761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2306598361613744761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2306598361613744761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2306598361613744761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-of-sin.html' title='sick of sin'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-5895919468261936977</id><published>2009-04-28T18:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:45:12.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...just remembering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SfeGuhAkkMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VdDJWAe2RDw/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329876817709142210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SfeGuhAkkMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VdDJWAe2RDw/s320/P1010016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-5895919468261936977?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5895919468261936977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=5895919468261936977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5895919468261936977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5895919468261936977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='...just remembering...'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SfeGuhAkkMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VdDJWAe2RDw/s72-c/P1010016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-5584450572613591553</id><published>2009-04-23T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:00:18.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the balance in "vocation"</title><content type='html'>"If any that fear God shall complain that, although they have a calling, yet it is a hard and laborious one, which &lt;u&gt;takes up too much of their time&lt;/u&gt; which they would gladly employ in other and better work, I answer that it is likely that &lt;u&gt;the wisdom of Providence&lt;/u&gt; foresaw this to be the most suitable and proper employment for you; and if you had more ease and rest, you might have more temptations than now you have....&lt;u&gt;Do not be slothful&lt;/u&gt; and idle in your vocations....And yet &lt;u&gt;do not be so intent upon your particular callings as to make them interfere with your general calling.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Beware that you do not lose your God in the crowd and hurry of earthly business&lt;/strong&gt;" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flavel&lt;/span&gt;, The Mystery of Providence, 77-79, emphasis mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was reminded of the children's song, "The Wedding Banquet," which is a song version of Matthew 22 (see &lt;a href="http://www.christianstudy.com/data/hymns/text/e0010.html"&gt;here)&lt;/a&gt;. This song shares how sometimes it is the ordinary things of life that keep people from the wedding feast (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; the Kingdom of God). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Flavel's&lt;/span&gt; exposition on calling and vocation again reminded me of this fact. May we walk and work carefully, purposefully and watchfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-5584450572613591553?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5584450572613591553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=5584450572613591553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5584450572613591553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5584450572613591553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/04/vocations.html' title='the balance in &quot;vocation&quot;'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2076084847383476748</id><published>2009-04-21T07:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:20:00.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>contentment</title><content type='html'>More &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flavel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not easy.&lt;br /&gt;But Biblical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not show the least discontent at the lot and portion Providence carves out for you. O that you would be well pleased and satisfied with all its appointments" (88).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we have the grace to be content. And full of joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2076084847383476748?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2076084847383476748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2076084847383476748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2076084847383476748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2076084847383476748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/04/contentment.html' title='contentment'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-3013217457534543048</id><published>2009-04-19T18:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:27:00.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>direction of our hearts</title><content type='html'>In Honduras, a friend shared Dr. Timothy Keller's sermon series on "Practical Grace: How the Gospel Transforms Character." I highly recommend this ten-part series from Redeemer Presbyterian Church; it is Biblically convicting and helps one critically and loving analyze the motives behind one's actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very practical thing I learned about was "over-desires." Most of our "idols" are not wrong desires in themselves, but rather over-desires. This weekend, I continued in my journey of reading Flavel's &lt;em&gt;The Mystery of Providence (1678, reprinted 1998).&lt;/em&gt; One section reminded me of this concept of over-desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Whatsoever we have over-loved, idolized, and leaned upon, God has from time to time broken it, and made us to see the vanity of it; so that we find the readiest course to be rid of our comforts is to set our hearts inordinately or immoderately upon them. For our God is a jealous God, and will not part with His glory to another" (124).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jealous God. Will not share His glory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I, are you, giving Him his due glory? May we see the lasting joy of the beauty of our God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Jake, this book continues to have many jewels; sorry for not being faithful in posting quotations for you. Do read it this summer though, if you can make the time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-3013217457534543048?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3013217457534543048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=3013217457534543048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3013217457534543048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3013217457534543048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/04/direction-of-our-hearts.html' title='direction of our hearts'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-4541704566287790173</id><published>2009-04-12T15:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:04:50.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calla lily - fresh from the Honduran fields</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/Sd-dszbOkTI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Y4qL60zhniM/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323146677619429682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/Sd-dszbOkTI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Y4qL60zhniM/s320/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-4541704566287790173?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4541704566287790173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=4541704566287790173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4541704566287790173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4541704566287790173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/04/calla-lily-fresh-from-honduran-fields.html' title='Calla lily - fresh from the Honduran fields'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/Sd-dszbOkTI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Y4qL60zhniM/s72-c/P1010009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-8414390732040615950</id><published>2009-04-10T15:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:19:38.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wrestling</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I will not let You go unless You bless me"&lt;/em&gt; (Genesis 32:26b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob wrestling with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This account has been read or referred to &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; seven times since the beginning of the year: at a conference, during Scripture readings and staff devotions, in multiple unrelated books, during conversations, etc. Recently, our pastor became unexpectedly ill on Sunday, so an elder read a sermon that had been on file for quite some time. From the pulpit, I hear "please turn to Genesis 32:22...." Incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it how God sometimes teaches us in "themes."&lt;br /&gt;It solidifies the message and emphasizes its importance. That is definitely true of this passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob, the now-mighty man, returning to his homeland.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob, the successful man, blessed by the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob, the deceiver.  Jacob's name itself means "supplanter" in Hebrew: literally, "the one who takes the heel." He had taken things by scheme and by force throughout his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now Jacob is returning to Canaan after living with his uncle Laban in Haran, as God commanded him (Gen. 31:13). Laban and Jacob made a covenant, but Jacob still needs to face his brother Esau, who is coming to meet him. Jacob has reason to be afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remarkably, Jacob prays before the Lord, acknowledging that God is the one who directs and controls all things (Gen. 32:9-10). Jacob recognizes that without God, his efforts are in vain. God is the giver of all gifts and the great Protector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Genesis 32:22-32.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; God has Jacob...alone...and wrestles with him in a visible manifestation. He "matches his strength" to Jacob's and demands everything from him, not allowing Jacob to depend upon his own human strength and his wit. God touches / strikes Jacob's hip, the pivot of his wrestling strength, and the hip is put out of joint. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YET, Jacob clings to God. He acknowledges his inferiority before God and ask the greater to bless him, the lesser. He knows he relies upon the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And God, great and merciful, gives Jacob a new name. &lt;em&gt;Israel&lt;/em&gt;. Prince with God. The one who strives with God. &lt;em&gt;Israel&lt;/em&gt;, the name that will be forever passed down to God's people. Remarkable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Jacob names the place Peniel, meaning "I have seen God face to face and my life is preserved." Jacob doesn't boast, "I have seen God and have been found worthy," or "I have wrestled God and prevailed." He doesn't celebrate his "victory" or his blessing, but he realizes the grace of God that preserved Him rather than destroying him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day has broken, so Jacob goes forward to meet Esau. Limping. Hip out of joint. The constant reminder, step by step, that he is fully and totally dependent upon God. God preserved him. God blessed him. God is his sustainer and will be with him even in this meeting with Esau.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of our self-sufficiency, our pride, our desire to do things on our own...it must be laid down at the foot of the cross. We must depend fully and only on the Lord. Like Jacob, we must take each step recognizing the preserving grace of God, acknowledging his presence and power in our lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We must recognize the price paid by Jesus in order to bring about this reconciliation. What a gift! What a God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Please note: these thoughts are a culmination of the material that was shared with me, especially the New Geneva Study Bible study notes and the conference and sermon materials).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-8414390732040615950?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8414390732040615950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=8414390732040615950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8414390732040615950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8414390732040615950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/04/wrestling.html' title='wrestling'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-1909939891132530773</id><published>2009-03-22T21:07:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:33:25.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation Army</title><content type='html'>Raw emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how I would explain my short little trip to the local Salvation Army. I was doing some errands in town and dropped off a box of clothes, books, kitchen items, etc. that I would no longer use. If I think about it long and hard, I would have to admit that it was more to get the things "out of my way" than it was truly to bless someone else. I hate to have to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the same, there I stood, at the reception desk.&lt;br /&gt;It was as if my emotion receptors were on "high" and that time stood still. I just soaked it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady on a stretcher was being brought in by two paramedics. She was elderly, in her 60s probably, and most likely had no place to call her own. I don't know if the cold weather got to her or some other societal ill, but her eyes....they were lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the young boy (maybe 12) with the baggy pants and cocked hat, speaking to someone to see if he could be admitted for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever spent a night here before?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"What is the reason you are here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I can't really stay at home tonight...." (the conversation went something like this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to eavesdrop, but my heart was aching.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of my students.&lt;br /&gt;Of my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Of the many times I had taken for granted the home in which I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[I started to fill in the form to describe the items in the box I was donating....].&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside me was a man about my age, carrying a garbage bag full of items, who came in at the same time I did. We exchanged a friendly smile. At first glance, it looked like he might be dropping off a donation as well. I was dead wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was unable to check in at the other shelter. They told me to try back after 8pm. Could I leave my stuff here for now?"&lt;br /&gt;"You're going to try back there later?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but I have, you know, all my stuff and I don't want to carry it around. Could I leave it here for now until I know where I will be for the night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the completed paper back across the counter, saying, "I know it isn't much, but I hope it can be useful." Even as I spoke the words, I wish I could have snatched them back. I felt my face burn with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; as there was this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;knowingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" between me and the man beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was donating, almost carelessly.&lt;br /&gt;He was checking in, at least temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;The amount I was donating, he owned and was carrying around with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so strange.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have turned to him and had a normal conversation. But it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;I turned, we exchanged another knowing smile, and I headed out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that moment, I resented the purse over my shoulder, the car keys in my hand, the coat and shoes and clothes that were clean and neat and screamed, "I'm a middle-class citizen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is hard to reconcile injustice.&lt;br /&gt;I am ever grateful there are so many places that exist to care for people who are temporarily in a hard place / time. Yet it grieves me that there need to be those places. It bothers me that I'm not more conscious of that on a daily basis. It hurts that there is hurt, on all levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, Lord Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-1909939891132530773?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1909939891132530773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=1909939891132530773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1909939891132530773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1909939891132530773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/03/salvation-army.html' title='Salvation Army'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2443177082112492277</id><published>2009-03-11T18:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:51:54.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...money for thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I taught a unit on finances to my Career Studies course. In that process, I found a few quotes I thought I would share. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“What I gave, I have; what I spent, I had; what I kept, I lost.” ~ Anonymous (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Burkett&lt;/span&gt;, 171).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“The generous man enriches himself by giving; the miser hoards himself poor.” ~ Dutch Proverb (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Burkett&lt;/span&gt;, 173).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;“He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.” ~ Jim Elliot (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Burkett&lt;/span&gt;, 182).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2443177082112492277?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2443177082112492277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2443177082112492277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2443177082112492277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2443177082112492277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-quotes.html' title='...money for thought...'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-4864051476387933746</id><published>2009-03-08T20:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:27:57.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"a ravishing and delectable sight"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I confess that many times I have begun another entry, but it has never made it to completion.  Perhaps I should change the name of this blog to "&lt;em&gt;failing to blog faithfully"&lt;/em&gt; or something like that!  Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've started to work through John Flavel's &lt;em&gt;The Mystery of Providence&lt;/em&gt; (Carlisle, Pennsylvania: The Banner of Truth Trust, 1998).  I appreciate chewing through Flavel's old English; it was originally published in 1678.  More importantly, I have been very encouraged by his exposition about Providence and how God directs all the details of our lives (although He is not the author of sin, but may use our sinfulness for His ultimate purposes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In his introduction, Flavel speaks of how we do not yet have the &lt;em&gt;full view&lt;/em&gt; of what God is doing in our lives.  Our perspective is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; limited, and too often we grumble against what we do not understand.  But one day we will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O how ravishing and delectable a sight will it be to behold at one view the whole design of Providence, and the proper place and use of every single act, which we could not understand in this world! (22).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is comforting to know that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;God&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;is in control&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  A few months ago (on two occasions), the illustration was shared of God weaving a beautiful tapestry throughout time.  As finite humans, we can only see the &lt;em&gt;underside&lt;/em&gt; of this big, magnificent rug / quilt / piece of art.  We see the strings going in all directions, the knots, the mish-mash of colours, etc.  But from "above," God the Great Designer is weaving a masterpiece.  One with purpose, with order, and with beauty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He gets the glory.  We fit into the story.  But we don't see it all at the moment.  That is what it means to live and walk and love in trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-4864051476387933746?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4864051476387933746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=4864051476387933746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4864051476387933746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4864051476387933746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/03/ravishing-and-delectable-sight.html' title='&quot;a ravishing and delectable sight&quot;'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-5643634809968054292</id><published>2009-01-13T17:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:34:29.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed insight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"What do you &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; all afternoon and evening?!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question is sometimes posed by my curious sister, brother, or student, all &lt;em&gt;mystified&lt;/em&gt; as to what activities and responsibilities keep me busy (especially since I don't own a T.V.).&lt;br /&gt;As I share with them, they come to a &lt;em&gt;deeper understanding&lt;/em&gt; of who I am besides just a sibling or a teacher. It is a conversation of &lt;em&gt;insight&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, through spending more time with my parents and with people who know them well, I've also received insight into who &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; are as gifted individuals. I've come to appreciate their unique talents, acts of love, and choices they've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The depth of understanding causes me to &lt;em&gt;love them more&lt;/em&gt; and to be &lt;em&gt;thankful&lt;/em&gt;. Simultaneously, it kindles a desire to &lt;em&gt;continue&lt;/em&gt; to learn more about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowledge that leads to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;respect, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excitement, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appreciation, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parallel struck me today that just as my siblings and students are curious to know more about me,&lt;br /&gt;and just as I cherish the insight into my parents' lives,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so I also I long to know more about our Great God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to know more about...&lt;br /&gt;...His actions, which awaken wonder and awe.&lt;br /&gt;...His character, might, wisdom, and purposes.&lt;br /&gt;...His love, as displayed through His governing, His Son's sacrifice, His faithfulness to His beloved church, and His daily blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through His Holy Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;God has awoken a hunger for His Word, where we can so clearly see His acts and His character.&lt;br /&gt;He has deepened an appreciation for the beauty and the mystery of the Creation around us.&lt;br /&gt;He has intensifies thankfulness and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the more we know, the more beautiful the knowledge is. The more clearly we will see His hand in the most incredibly tiny details of our lives (&lt;em&gt;providence&lt;/em&gt; again!)...and the large and monumental events.&lt;br /&gt;And the more we will long for that revelation.&lt;br /&gt;May we humbly pray for this longing and knowledge as a Church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-5643634809968054292?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5643634809968054292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=5643634809968054292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5643634809968054292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5643634809968054292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/01/blessed-insight.html' title='blessed insight'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-623469330510775075</id><published>2009-01-08T17:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:06:18.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious Ways of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We don't and can't see the big picture, so we're called to trust.&lt;br /&gt;Even when it hurts. Even when things don't "make sense" from our point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet William Cowper knew that well, and with grace he penned the words of the hymn "God Moves in a Mysterious Way."&lt;br /&gt;It continues to be one of my favourites hymns because it outlines so clearly how God's ways are beyond our ways, yet how there is purpose and precision in His perfect plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken the liberty to underline my favourite lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God moves in a mysterious way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His wonders to perform;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He plants His footsteps in the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And rides upon the storm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep in unfathomable mines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of never failing skill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;He treasures up His bright designs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And works His sovereign will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;The clouds ye so much dread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are big with mercy and shall break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In blessings on your head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But trust Him for His grace;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind a frowning providence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He hides a smiling face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His purposes will ripen fast,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfolding every hour;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bud may have a bitter taste,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But sweet will be the flower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blind unbelief is sure to err&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And scan His work in vain;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is His own interpreter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And He will make it plain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-623469330510775075?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/623469330510775075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=623469330510775075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/623469330510775075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/623469330510775075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/01/mysterious-ways-of-god.html' title='Mysterious Ways of God'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2541846823944152894</id><published>2009-01-04T13:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:26:16.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Providence and Sovereignty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Providence&lt;/em&gt;.  God’s “seeing before” and upholding of all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sovereignty&lt;/em&gt;.  God’s perfect and complete control of all things. &lt;br /&gt;God’s perfect, rich, almighty, all-knowing plan, for the Glory of His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The riches of God have been so clearly revealed to me again through His Word and His gracious, gentle guiding.  My heart bursts as I reflect on the past few days and the ways the Lord has again been instructing me, purifying me, and drawing me closer to Himself for &lt;u&gt;His&lt;/u&gt; purpose and glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand amazed at this awesome God, &lt;em&gt;Jehovah-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jireh&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; our Provider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s Providence and Sovereignty are going to be my “theme” for 2009.  I’m not really sure what that means since I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; never had a “theme” for my blog before, but it has been made clear that I need to dwell further upon and &lt;u&gt;delight further&lt;/u&gt; in our God as the great Provider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Recognizing, confessing, and enjoying God’ Sovereignty was the theme of the church service I attended with a friend on Jan 1st.&lt;br /&gt;* God’s Providence and control in our lives was the theme of the LOGOS conference I attended Jan 1st-3rd.&lt;br /&gt;* God’s Sovereignty was emphasized in my home church this morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* Even driving to church this morning, the song playing was "You Reign" by &lt;em&gt;Mercy Me&lt;/em&gt;, which is about God’s Lordship over life and creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to reflecting upon, wrestling with, and praising the Sovereignty of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this moment, day, and year be one infused with purposeful living, for the glory of God the Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Please note: the descriptions of Providence and Sovereignty at the beginning are not meant to be definitions....I will expound over time).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2541846823944152894?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2541846823944152894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2541846823944152894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2541846823944152894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2541846823944152894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2009/01/providence-and-sovereignty.html' title='Providence and Sovereignty'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2842459102251654747</id><published>2008-12-21T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:00:01.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the riches of Scripture memorization</title><content type='html'>I have always been convinced of the great importance and the great &lt;em&gt;joy&lt;/em&gt; of memorizing Scripture. Therefore, I really appreciated John Piper's reflection from Dec. 8th &lt;em&gt;Why Memorize Scripture?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281667917046583970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SUxA_LEjkqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1KnuwoOXepU/s200/PC260963.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here are the key points of the blessings / "benefits" of memorizing Scripture:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Conformity to Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Daily Triumph over Sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Daily Triumph over Satan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Comfort and Counsel for People You Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Communicating the Gospel to Unbelievers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Communion with God in the Enjoyment of His Person and Ways &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May we continue to grow by being grounded in God's word!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2842459102251654747?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2842459102251654747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2842459102251654747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2842459102251654747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2842459102251654747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/12/riches-of-scripture-memorization.html' title='the riches of Scripture memorization'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SUxA_LEjkqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1KnuwoOXepU/s72-c/PC260963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-407609334681334491</id><published>2008-12-19T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:51:21.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where are my sisters?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SUvs87Kn23I/AAAAAAAAAdo/pAfSR9zsNhc/s1600-h/PC260999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281575519440591730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SUvs87Kn23I/AAAAAAAAAdo/pAfSR9zsNhc/s320/PC260999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;creative photography by Tim.  what a goof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-407609334681334491?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/407609334681334491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=407609334681334491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/407609334681334491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/407609334681334491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-are-my-sisters.html' title='where are my sisters?'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SUvs87Kn23I/AAAAAAAAAdo/pAfSR9zsNhc/s72-c/PC260999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-7388664029640019480</id><published>2008-12-07T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:14:57.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>simple point of view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/STxY4RGhhDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/lvAUFSzBuzE/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277190587058062386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/STxY4RGhhDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/lvAUFSzBuzE/s320/P1010046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-7388664029640019480?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7388664029640019480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=7388664029640019480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/7388664029640019480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/7388664029640019480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/12/simple-point-of-view.html' title='simple point of view'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/STxY4RGhhDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/lvAUFSzBuzE/s72-c/P1010046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2949344323853990422</id><published>2008-12-04T20:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:01:36.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God and feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have come to love this quote.  It is on my fridge and has been shared with many good friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Our feelings do not determine what is real, though feelings themselves are real. We cannot ignore these feelings, but neither should we indulge them. Instead, we should acknowledge them without treating them as if they were ultimate truth. The feeling self is not the centre of reality. God is the centre of reality. To surrender to God, however contrary to our emotions, will lead to liberation from self and will open us to a world that is much bigger and grander than we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-- Jerry Sittser, &lt;em&gt;A Grace Disguised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(thanks, Christy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2949344323853990422?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2949344323853990422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2949344323853990422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2949344323853990422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2949344323853990422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-and-feelings.html' title='God and feelings'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-3571584189568608988</id><published>2008-11-23T21:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:20:35.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed by the good stuff</title><content type='html'>I must admit that sometimes I get overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be so many opportunities in life and it is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; difficult to know how to best spend my time. That probably best sums up the reason for no blogs the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;There are the regular things I need to do (and also like to do):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-teach and all the prep work for it and extra-curricular stuff&lt;br /&gt;-cook&lt;br /&gt;-clean&lt;br /&gt;-exercise&lt;br /&gt;-sleep (of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;There are the things I love to do and want to do MORE of (and that I also "need" to do):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-study and memorize Scripture&lt;br /&gt;-volunteer and actively share Christ with others&lt;br /&gt;-be a more active encouragement in my church (and school and family)&lt;br /&gt;-pray more, for so many things: persecuted church, world events, students, family members, spiritual eyes to be opened, etc.&lt;br /&gt;-keep up-to-date on current events around the world&lt;br /&gt;-serve&lt;br /&gt;-take action for social justice causes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And then there are the "other" things I still would like to add in:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-study Spanish and speak it with people in my community&lt;br /&gt;-play piano&lt;br /&gt;-learn to play various sports better&lt;br /&gt;-read more, both novels and edifying books on theology, religion, world cultures, etc.&lt;br /&gt;-get to know my neighbours&lt;br /&gt;-become further educated in order to better do my job&lt;br /&gt;-photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one balance visiting one's family and visiting the shut-ins? serving in my teacher role and serving in the broader community? keeping myself healthy and giving of myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize some of the above things can be combined (ex. memorize Scripture while cleaning dishes, praying or encouraging while walking, etc), but it does seem difficult to "do it all." Am I trying to do too many selfish things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The options just seem boundless and I often feel like I really end up doing "nothing" since I try to do "everything." That can feel frustrating and causes me to question if I'm using my gifts and talents wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to live intentionally, purposefully, and in a Christ-exalting way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-3571584189568608988?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3571584189568608988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=3571584189568608988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3571584189568608988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3571584189568608988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/11/overwhelmed.html' title='overwhelmed by the good stuff'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-6869345137919260424</id><published>2008-10-26T13:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:11:23.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...entire uprightness...</title><content type='html'>"However, the Holy Spirit wished to tell us that, if we wish to render glory to God and to bless his name properly, we must be persuaded that &lt;em&gt;God does nothing without reason&lt;/em&gt;.  So then, let us not attribute to him either cruelty or ignorance, as if he did things in spite and unadvisedly, but let us acknowledge that he proceeds in everything with admirable justice, with goodness and infinite wisdom, &lt;em&gt;so that there is only entire uprightness or equity in all that he does&lt;/em&gt; (emphasis mine)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Calvin, John.  &lt;em&gt;Sermons from Job&lt;/em&gt;.  Selected and translated by Leroy Nixon: Grand Rapids, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eerdmans&lt;/span&gt;, 1952:29-30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-6869345137919260424?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6869345137919260424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=6869345137919260424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/6869345137919260424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/6869345137919260424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/10/entire-uprightness.html' title='...entire uprightness...'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-8826491141731667088</id><published>2008-10-13T21:47:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:59:13.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>autumn pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SPP6l1uj_HI/AAAAAAAAAdA/IvcEtzHpvKs/s1600-h/P1010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256820718055980146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SPP6l1uj_HI/AAAAAAAAAdA/IvcEtzHpvKs/s320/P1010027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn. So incredibly beautiful! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SPP7sDPBFoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/6ebiqzr5358/s1600-h/P1010030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256821924272608898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SPP7sDPBFoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/6ebiqzr5358/s200/P1010030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SPP693mz-hI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ohxo86h9XOo/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256821130877205010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SPP693mz-hI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ohxo86h9XOo/s320/P1010029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to post pictures of our family hike today in Mount Nemo, but they are stuck on my sister's camera! :) Maybe by next weekend....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256821440028522434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SPP7P3SOt8I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ilvZnChsHIM/s320/P1010038.JPG" border="0" /&gt; These photos were taken Oct. 11/08 by the Grand River in Arthur, ON (up past Guelph).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-8826491141731667088?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8826491141731667088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=8826491141731667088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8826491141731667088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8826491141731667088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/10/autumn-pictures.html' title='autumn pictures'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SPP6l1uj_HI/AAAAAAAAAdA/IvcEtzHpvKs/s72-c/P1010027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-4249375290581234480</id><published>2008-10-05T20:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:51:20.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE</title><content type='html'>Wild flowers are beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, my friend Mandy and I wanted to share their beauty with others. We tromped through the fields near my country home and selected the most vibrant and sturdy looking flowers. Back in the front yard, we carefully arranged them into bouquets and tied them together with string. After gently placing them in a pail of cool water, we crafted a large sign: "FREE FLOWERS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerfully, we waited by the side of the road, excited to share our wealth with passersby. Yet car after car raced by and barely took notice of our sign. A few slowed but continued on once they saw the purpose of our endeavour.  Only one car slowed and actually accepted a bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my young mind, this was quite puzzling. Here were beautifully arranged, fresh flowers and they were FREE, yet people did not want them.&lt;br /&gt;What I did not comprehend in my youth was that the flowers weren't &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; free. They cost people the time to stop. They cost people the possibility of having to chat with two enthusiastic young girls. And they cost people the "burden" of having a bunch of "weed" wild flowers in their car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's gift of grace is absolutely free. We can not earn it or buy it or ever deserve yet.&lt;br /&gt;Yet many people often turn and run from God's loving grace.&lt;br /&gt;They run because they see that this grace, while free, is costly.&lt;br /&gt;It is not a cheap grace; it cost Jesus dearly!&lt;br /&gt;And it "costs" Christians too. It costs them sacrifice, obedience, renouncing of the flesh, and many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unlike some fading wildflowers, this grace is not something that we want to pass up.&lt;br /&gt;And it is not something that we want others to pass up either.&lt;br /&gt;This precious, blood-bought, redeeming grace....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-4249375290581234480?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4249375290581234480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=4249375290581234480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4249375290581234480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4249375290581234480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/10/free.html' title='FREE'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-1604359625395973031</id><published>2008-10-05T20:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:48:19.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>confession</title><content type='html'>I confess, I have been listening to Christmas music today!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-1604359625395973031?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1604359625395973031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=1604359625395973031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1604359625395973031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1604359625395973031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/10/confession.html' title='confession'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-3166971425954347267</id><published>2008-09-21T13:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:56:47.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reminders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SNWXekXh3tI/AAAAAAAAAc4/L0XxhFMys_E/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248267492184415954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SNWXekXh3tI/AAAAAAAAAc4/L0XxhFMys_E/s400/DSC00585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this photo because it reminds me that things in life have multiple perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me remember that peoples' lives on earth intersect and connect for a time, sometime for a short and sometimes for a long time, and how all of that is in God's all-knowing plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It highlights the ocean and the sky, which both seem endless, which both were carefully created by an all-powerful God and are mere reflections of &lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt; greatness and endless majesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me that in faith, we are called not to rest in ourselves but in the God who made and who will fulfill his promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-3166971425954347267?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3166971425954347267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=3166971425954347267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3166971425954347267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3166971425954347267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/09/heavenly-reminders.html' title='reminders'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SNWXekXh3tI/AAAAAAAAAc4/L0XxhFMys_E/s72-c/DSC00585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-1939134365564329016</id><published>2008-09-07T12:18:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:49:29.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DELIBERATE</title><content type='html'>Most of us are deliberate about most things in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliberate about the places we go, the things we watch or read, the company we keep, and the vocabulary we use. Being deliberate adds order and structure to life and usually brings about purpose and routine.&lt;br /&gt;We are also deliberate in our attitudes, our disposition, our outlook on life, and our reliance on the Lord. These are also important conscious decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can't shake this feeling that we're not deliberate enough about sharing our faith!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be more specific: I can't shake the feeling that &lt;em&gt;I am not deliberate enough&lt;/em&gt; about sharing my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It weighs on me, more lately than it has in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize the incredible blessing of faith, the amazing grace of God, and I want to share that with others. I want them to know Him. I want them to feel secure, to have purpose, to love God, to share in the joy and fellowship, to live eternally. My heart yearns for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how is that reflected in my day-to-day life?&lt;br /&gt;It certainly is evident loud and clear with my students. I am deliberate.&lt;br /&gt;But what about everyone else in this vast city? How can I be intentional about sharing my faith in a way that does not turn people aside or make them shake their heads? How can Jesus or His Word be brought up naturally in every day conversations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly Christians are called to be noticeably different in our actions...but we're not only called to that. We are also called to purposefully share this blessed news of the Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have again been thinking about what that looks like from day to day. How can it slip in during conversations? Like with the man at the post-office who I chat with about every other week. Or with the lady who asked me to help her at the grocery store yesterday? Or with the gas bar attendant who is stuck in his little cubicle all day. Or with the strangers I see at the laundromat. Or with the dentist, who I see only every nine months?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes little ways arise for me to say something, but often I'm unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm lacking in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I not see the opportunities because I don't pray for them?&lt;br /&gt;Do I not have the words because I've not been praying for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just so much to think about in this topic of evangelism, this idea of sharing the faith. I don't want to become disillusioned with North America simply because the opportunities seem like they aren’t here, because they are. I know they are! It's easy for me to fall into the mindset that it would be easier if I were back in Honduras (maybe it would be; there I was deliberate and seem to have opportunities abounding). But God's people are called in every part of this world, even a wealthy Canadian city that believes it is self-sufficient. What a clear indication that the love of God is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this look like?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely forethought.&lt;br /&gt;Certainly being aware of those around me…and how I can refer to Creation, or to joy or hope, or to timing and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Being aware of how the everyday conversation (which is the weather, 98% of the time) can be used to proclaim the name of Jesus. And being approachable. And deliberate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord grant wisdom as we are called to be faithful in this affluent, proud nation of Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-1939134365564329016?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1939134365564329016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=1939134365564329016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1939134365564329016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1939134365564329016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/09/deliberate.html' title='DELIBERATE'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-1361054045211511985</id><published>2008-09-02T22:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:15:09.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new beginnings</title><content type='html'>Dear faithful blog readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will soon remedy my negligence on this blog!  However, in the meantime, please forgive my tardiness. &lt;br /&gt;Priorities!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...a quick update: today was a wonderfully invigorating first day back to school.  I love my students and I am so grateful to God for the joy He grants in my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you experience that joy as well!&lt;br /&gt;More on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-1361054045211511985?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1361054045211511985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=1361054045211511985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1361054045211511985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1361054045211511985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-beginnings.html' title='new beginnings'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-7823341270001046899</id><published>2008-08-20T18:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:04:31.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SV 308</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SKyhslDLrBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XjVOeMWvePk/s1600-h/DSCN3404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236738253956819986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SKyhslDLrBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XjVOeMWvePk/s400/DSCN3404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four year reunion for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dordt&lt;/span&gt; College &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Southview&lt;/span&gt; 308 ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much "in love" with one another as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOD is working in each life in such special and unique ways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and GOD has sustained the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; throughout these years (and distances!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-7823341270001046899?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7823341270001046899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=7823341270001046899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/7823341270001046899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/7823341270001046899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/08/sv-308.html' title='SV 308'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SKyhslDLrBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XjVOeMWvePk/s72-c/DSCN3404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-7261706065010847254</id><published>2008-08-12T11:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:04:55.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Selling Jesus"</title><content type='html'>There is an definite information overload today, yet I am &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; thankful for some of the quality resources that exist. My pastor, Rev. Royall, has been encouraging his congregation to check out "The Whitehorse Inn" (&lt;a href="http://whitehorseinn.org/index.htm"&gt;http://whitehorseinn.org/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;). I did....and have been very impressed, encouraged, and challenged by what I'm reading and hearing so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One program I listened to this morning was entitled "Selling Jesus." Here are some of the main highlights that are definite concerns regarding our "Christian" culture / churches today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ People are trying to "improve" on the dead Adam rather than allowing Christ to create a new man; our greatest problem is no longer seen as our sin nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Individuals are turning away from the church and are becoming "self-feeders" rather than sitting under the Word, the sacraments, and the church leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Church is being "marketed" and people are claiming to do this in the name of Christ, which is &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; contrary to how Christ lived and taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend listening to &lt;em&gt;Selling Jesus,&lt;/em&gt; May 18, 2008. It's a free download....and you can easily play it as you clean or drive or walk or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we as Churches and Christians preach and share the content of the &lt;em&gt;Gospel&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitehorseinn.org/previous_programs.htm"&gt;http://whitehorseinn.org/previous_programs.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scroll down a while...and as you do so you will so a lot of other good information!!!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-7261706065010847254?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7261706065010847254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=7261706065010847254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/7261706065010847254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/7261706065010847254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/08/concern.html' title='&quot;Selling Jesus&quot;'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-8923787738954609696</id><published>2008-08-10T20:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:12:41.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"searching for the Spirit"</title><content type='html'>An excerpt regarding the current trend / obsession? to "experience" the Holy Spirit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whereas in older days our Protestant forefathers saw this search for the Spirit revealed in the Anabaptist separation of the Spirit from the Word, the problem today is bigger than that. In our time, people are taught to search for the Spirit apart from the church. The reasoning goes a little something like this: If individual Christians are "temples of the Holy Spirit," then they are self-sufficient seekers, free to look for experiences with the Spirit and spiritually energizing moments on their own.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The purpose of this article is to instill confidence in you that the Holy Spirit is not found through secret mantras or merely in feel-good ways, but that he is inseparably linked to the visible ministry of preaching and the sacraments in the visible church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel R. Hyde, "In Search of the Spirit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the entire article at &lt;a href="http://www.modernreformation.org/default.php?page=articledisplay&amp;amp;var1=ArtRead&amp;amp;var2=948&amp;amp;var3=issuedisplay&amp;amp;var4=IssRead&amp;amp;var5=100"&gt;http://www.modernreformation.org/default.php?page=articledisplay&amp;amp;var1=ArtRead&amp;amp;var2=948&amp;amp;var3=issuedisplay&amp;amp;var4=IssRead&amp;amp;var5=100&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-8923787738954609696?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8923787738954609696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=8923787738954609696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8923787738954609696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8923787738954609696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/08/searching-for-spirit.html' title='&quot;searching for the Spirit&quot;'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-5763772643448049529</id><published>2008-08-09T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:23:03.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfaction</title><content type='html'>Our gnawing hunger for purpose and significance can be satisfied by looking unto Jesus: by knowing Him and being united to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the history of mankind, people have tried to "fill" themselves with every kind of medium. Yet only One can satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;Our desires aren't necessarily bad - in fact, most are God-given - yet when they become "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;epi&lt;/span&gt;-desires" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;over-desires&lt;/span&gt;), we put them above our need for God.&lt;br /&gt;He has commanded that He is first place. No substitutes allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Some wandered in desert wastes, finding no way to a city to dwell in; hungry and thirsty,their soul fainted within them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they &lt;em&gt;cried to the Lord&lt;/em&gt; in their trouble,&lt;br /&gt;and he delivered them from their distress.&lt;br /&gt;He led them by a straight way till they reached a&lt;br /&gt;city to dwell in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love,&lt;br /&gt;for his wondrous works to the children of man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For he satisfies the longing soul,&lt;br /&gt;and the hungry soul he fills with good things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 107: 4-9 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ESV&lt;/span&gt;, emphasis mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-5763772643448049529?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5763772643448049529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=5763772643448049529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5763772643448049529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5763772643448049529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/08/satisfaction.html' title='satisfaction'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-5663482376815106183</id><published>2008-08-07T22:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:23:49.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SJutfaHUHhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/3O8gNgNClDI/s1600-h/Copy+of+P1010119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231966147218513426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SJutfaHUHhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/3O8gNgNClDI/s320/Copy+of+P1010119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a while since i've posted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if you're looking for something to reflect on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you could check out pastor darren's blog and reading wed august 6th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and keep scrolling for more thought-provoking stuff further down too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://forhisglorybyhisgrace.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://forhisglorybyhisgrace.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....to GOD be the glory, great things he has done.....!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-5663482376815106183?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5663482376815106183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=5663482376815106183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5663482376815106183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5663482376815106183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-voice.html' title='another voice'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SJutfaHUHhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/3O8gNgNClDI/s72-c/Copy+of+P1010119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2558914603983374187</id><published>2008-07-28T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:00:02.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sacred/secular danger</title><content type='html'>"Here we see the danger of the secular/sacred split: It concedes the 'theories, concepts, and other subject matter' in our field to nonbelievers. Christians have essentially accepted a trade-off: So long as we're allowed to hold our Bible studies and prayer meetings, we've turned over the &lt;em&gt;content&lt;/em&gt; of the academic fields to the secularists" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pearcey&lt;/span&gt;, 37).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is a generalization and not true for everyone / everywhere, it is an interesting observation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2558914603983374187?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2558914603983374187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2558914603983374187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2558914603983374187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2558914603983374187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/07/sacredsecular-danger.html' title='sacred/secular danger'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-540868184954645427</id><published>2008-07-27T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:32:00.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a beautiful revelation</title><content type='html'>"The law is wonderful in that it reveals the holy character of God....a beautiful revelation of the God who protected the oppressed and poor, hated injustice, loved mercy, offered forgiveness and cleansing, and was morally pure. In the law, God set a new standard for holiness that the world had not known" (Welch, 110).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-540868184954645427?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/540868184954645427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=540868184954645427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/540868184954645427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/540868184954645427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful-revelation.html' title='a beautiful revelation'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-742824444918016687</id><published>2008-07-26T11:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:07:45.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ponder this</title><content type='html'>"When a heart is being filled with the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;greatness of God&lt;/span&gt;, there is less room for the question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'What are people going to think of me&lt;/em&gt;?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Welch&lt;/span&gt;, 119), italics mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-742824444918016687?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/742824444918016687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=742824444918016687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/742824444918016687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/742824444918016687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/07/ponder-this.html' title='ponder this'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-8606427635512648096</id><published>2008-07-22T16:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:32:15.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS</title><content type='html'>It was a busy but wonderful week with the students of our VBS classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we did classes with about 60 students in Brampton, many of whom had never heard the Bible before. (Flyers had been distributed advertising children's classes). The lessons centered on the foundation of the Gospel, using the first part of Genesis as a springboard. I spent most of my time with the 17 oldest students. It was disheartening to hear some of the lies they have come to believe about other religions as "truth," yet it was very encouraging to field some of their questions and to see their interest in learning about the Bible, singing Bible songs, and learning Scripture passages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, most families allow their children to attend these classes "just in case." Learning about another religion is similar to having a "security feature" in case their own beliefs aren't true afterall....They definitely don't possess the assurance that we have as Christians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our afternoon class was held in Etobicoke and had about 30 students. Most of these students had previously been in the program, and some of them even attend the weekly Bible studies. The lessons here were on Joseph with the focus on God's protection, providence, and plan. Again, it was exciting to see their enthusiasm to learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two brothers (left) were new to the program. They have the typical hairstyle for the Sikh (which the very devout follow when they are young). They do not cut their hair and wear it up in a bun-like fashion, not allowing it to be uncovered in public.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SITdxRKe4WI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hcT8N8oykoc/s1600-h/P1010180.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; to learn the songs. What a joy to hear them singing the truths of Scripture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the follow-up work begins with those who faithfully work at the Hope Centre. Yet we trust the work began long ago with the Holy Spirit moving in the hearts of those who are called....and we trust the promise that God's Word never returns void (Isaiah 55:11).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-8606427635512648096?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8606427635512648096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=8606427635512648096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8606427635512648096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8606427635512648096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/07/vbs.html' title='VBS'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-4390172606076312053</id><published>2008-07-21T14:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:49:37.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lifeless idols</title><content type='html'>Last week I taught Vacation Bible School (VBS) in Toronto among the Indian people, primarily those of Sikh background. I attempted to learn as much as I could about their native religion in order to better minister to them. One learning opportunity was to visit a Sikh temple, called a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gurdwara&lt;/span&gt;. It was very disheartening to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SIJWDI0zynI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oEorx7HM3oA/s1600-h/P1010142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224833129611774578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SIJWDI0zynI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oEorx7HM3oA/s200/P1010142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The book - the "living, lasting Guru" that is honoured and worshipped by the Sikh believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SIJVxNg13vI/AAAAAAAAAT4/T3AGRalZjuc/s1600-h/P1010158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224832821632556786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SIJVxNg13vI/AAAAAAAAAT4/T3AGRalZjuc/s200/P1010158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed where the book is literally put to bed each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SIJVePQKawI/AAAAAAAAATw/XLcKimvcwQI/s1600-h/P1010138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224832495681956610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SIJVePQKawI/AAAAAAAAATw/XLcKimvcwQI/s200/P1010138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special place of honour where the book is kept during the day and is worshipped (bowed down to). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We could not help but to think of Psalm 115, which highlights the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;futility&lt;/span&gt; of trusting in worthless gods and idols. This was even more striking when we visited the Hindu temple, which was actually filled with multiple physical idols, one for each day of the week. How incredibly sad that people actually bow down and worship these man-made idols and attempt to find comfort and peace through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; went very well, and I'll try to share more about that this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 But our God is in heaven; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He does whatever He pleases. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 Their idols are silver and gold, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The work of men’s hands. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 They have mouths, but they do not speak; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eyes they have, but they do not see; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 They have ears, but they do not hear; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noses they have, but they do not smell; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 They have hands, but they do not handle; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feet they have, but they do not walk; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nor do they mutter through their throat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Those who make them are like them; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So is everyone who trusts in them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;9 O Israel, trust in the LORD; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is their help and their shield. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 O house of Aaron, trust in the LORD; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is their help and their shield. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;11 You who fear the LORD, trust in the LORD; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is their help and their shield. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 115, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-4390172606076312053?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4390172606076312053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=4390172606076312053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4390172606076312053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4390172606076312053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifeless-idols.html' title='lifeless idols'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SIJWDI0zynI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oEorx7HM3oA/s72-c/P1010142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-4089551019625082575</id><published>2008-07-19T16:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:03:26.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Augustine via Pearcey</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"We help to build the City of God when our actions are animated and directed by the love of God, offered up to His service. We build the City of Man whenever our actions are motivated by self-love, serving sinful purposes" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pearcey&lt;/span&gt;, 40).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of my fellow staff and community members are reading &lt;em&gt;Total Truth&lt;/em&gt; by Nancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pearcey&lt;/span&gt;. Above she describes a striking insight by Augustine regarding allegiance. It struck me again how we can do "Christian things" that really don't glorify God or build His kingdom at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-4089551019625082575?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4089551019625082575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=4089551019625082575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4089551019625082575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4089551019625082575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/07/augustine-via-pearcey.html' title='Augustine via Pearcey'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-4309974196513658793</id><published>2008-07-12T08:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:00:26.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>avoidance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"We prefer to think about low self-image rather than nakedness before God. We are good at avoiding the holiness of God" (Welch, 124).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lifted up, and the&lt;br /&gt;train of His robe filled the temple. Above it stood seraphim; each one had six wings: with two he covered his face, with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. And one cried to another and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of hosts;&lt;br /&gt;The whole earth is full of His glory!' "(Isaiah 6:1b-3, NKJV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we possibly cling to our sin while claiming ignorance?&lt;br /&gt;What mockery before God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is vital to be reminded of our &lt;em&gt;dependence&lt;/em&gt; upon the Lord....It is also essential to remember that we are so sinful, Christ &lt;u&gt;had&lt;/u&gt; to die, but that we are so loved, Christ &lt;u&gt;chose&lt;/u&gt; to die (Timothy Keller).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-4309974196513658793?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4309974196513658793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=4309974196513658793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4309974196513658793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4309974196513658793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/07/avoidance.html' title='avoidance'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-8964342398548745807</id><published>2008-07-09T19:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:56:32.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats, Char and Thom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;July 5, 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SHVPd1X0q-I/AAAAAAAAATo/Mf0iesPAbYc/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221166716967758818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SHVPd1X0q-I/AAAAAAAAATo/Mf0iesPAbYc/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately, this is the only picture I have of Char and Thom, since I was either busy doing bridesmaid / MC duties or the photographer was catching their precious moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SHVPRXQ8GaI/AAAAAAAAATg/dpnrOcpHDqk/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221166502727391650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SHVPRXQ8GaI/AAAAAAAAATg/dpnrOcpHDqk/s320/P1010032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May God continue to be the center of your lives!  Blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-8964342398548745807?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8964342398548745807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=8964342398548745807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8964342398548745807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8964342398548745807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/07/congrats-char-and-thom.html' title='Congrats, Char and Thom!'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SHVPd1X0q-I/AAAAAAAAATo/Mf0iesPAbYc/s72-c/P1010015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-7528189834919458702</id><published>2008-07-02T21:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:24:00.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>displacement</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"A growing knowledge of God displaces the fear of people, and it casts out our tendency to be casual with our secret sins"&lt;/em&gt; (Welch, 107).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need a wake-up call when it comes to relinquishing control in &lt;u&gt;every&lt;/u&gt; part of our lives.  The dangerous tendency is to trivialize those "small" sins or to cling to those areas of our lives which we &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; bring us some advantage / pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we would have the eyes to see the beauty of Christ as revealed in the Word. &lt;br /&gt;We would come to see, know, and experience that He truly satisfies as no other can. &lt;br /&gt;That would bring about the fear of the Lord and the longing to share our joy with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed is the man who trusts in Him! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, fear the LORD, you His saints!         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no want to those who fear Him."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 34:8-9, NKJV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-7528189834919458702?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7528189834919458702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=7528189834919458702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/7528189834919458702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/7528189834919458702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/07/displacement.html' title='displacement'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2000916427132553523</id><published>2008-06-30T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:03:01.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 8 (ESV)</title><content type='html'>To the choirmaster: according to The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gittith&lt;/span&gt;. A Psalm of David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1O LORD, our Lord,  &lt;br /&gt;how majestic is your name in all the earth! &lt;br /&gt;You have set your glory above the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;2 Out of the mouth of babies and infants,&lt;br /&gt;you have established strength because of your foes,  &lt;br /&gt;to still the enemy and the avenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,  &lt;br /&gt;the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,&lt;br /&gt;4 what is man that you are mindful of him,  &lt;br /&gt;and the son of man that you care for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5Yet you have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings  &lt;br /&gt;and crowned him with glory and honor.&lt;br /&gt;6You have given him dominion over the works of your hands;   &lt;br /&gt;you have put all things under his feet,&lt;br /&gt;7all sheep and oxen,  &lt;br /&gt;and also the beasts of the field,&lt;br /&gt;8the birds of the heavens, and the fish of the sea,  &lt;br /&gt;whatever passes along the paths of the seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9O LORD, our Lord,  &lt;br /&gt;how majestic is your name in all the earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2000916427132553523?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2000916427132553523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2000916427132553523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2000916427132553523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2000916427132553523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/06/psalm-8-esv.html' title='Psalm 8 (ESV)'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-3747282654607154071</id><published>2008-06-29T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:19:08.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where to start?</title><content type='html'>So where do we start in all of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...When all Israel comes to appear before the LORD your God at the place he will choose, you shall read this law before them in their hearing. Assemble the people - men, women and children, and the aliens living in your towns - so they can listen and learn to fear the LORD your God and follow carefully all the words of this law&lt;/em&gt;" (Deut 31:11-12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Meditating on His law.&lt;br /&gt;And learning - truly - who He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life-long journey. And a beautiful one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-3747282654607154071?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3747282654607154071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=3747282654607154071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3747282654607154071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3747282654607154071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-to-start.html' title='where to start?'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-5059453889349718645</id><published>2008-06-28T20:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:20:17.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the fear of GOD</title><content type='html'>Society today likes to remedy our problem of fearing man (see yesterday) with the suggestion to love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; more.&lt;br /&gt;Well-meaning Christians try to solve the issue with the call to remember that God loves us more than we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither solution gets at the root of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The root of the problem is that we humans are still at the center of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;The place where God needs to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most radical treatment for the fear of man is the fear of the Lord" (19).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to think about ourselves less often and about God more often. This will change our perspective of ourselves, of others, of "our" time / gifts / etc, and our relationship with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ideas paraphrased from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Welch's&lt;/span&gt; book pages 18-19).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-5059453889349718645?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5059453889349718645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=5059453889349718645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5059453889349718645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5059453889349718645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/06/fear-of-god.html' title='the fear of GOD'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-8644995954613733869</id><published>2008-06-27T12:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:49:13.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear of Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Choosing what to post first from Edward Welch's &lt;u&gt;When People are Big and God is Small&lt;/u&gt; was not an easy task. The danger with book excerpts is that they can be misread / misinterpreted. I think this gives a good basis to the issue though. Tomorrow will be a look at the various ways to deal with this problem.&lt;/em&gt; TS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suddenly realized that I had mutated into a walking love tank, a person who was empty inside and looking for a person to fill me....Since those days I have spoken with hundreds of people who end up at this same place: they are fairly sure that God loves them, but they also want or &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; love from other people - or at least they need &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; from other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a result, they are in bondage, controlled by others and feeling empty...an epidemic of the soul called, in biblical language, 'the fear of man.' Although they were avowed worshippers of the true God, below the surface they feared other people" (13-14).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-8644995954613733869?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8644995954613733869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=8644995954613733869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8644995954613733869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8644995954613733869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/06/fear-of-man.html' title='The Fear of Man'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-5273769222196024430</id><published>2008-06-22T20:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:04:26.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SF71phfYIsI/AAAAAAAAATY/Rom6FgGJZ_I/s1600-h/P1010154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214875512255029954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SF71phfYIsI/AAAAAAAAATY/Rom6FgGJZ_I/s400/P1010154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precious.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin's new little baby boy that I had the honour of meeting today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help but diverge from my latest theme to post this picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet, it is not really a diversion.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new life - one more testimony to the faithfulness of the Lord and His incredible, creative, awe-inspiring majesty.  The amazing, intricate miracle of life....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-5273769222196024430?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5273769222196024430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=5273769222196024430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5273769222196024430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5273769222196024430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/06/precious.html' title='precious'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SF71phfYIsI/AAAAAAAAATY/Rom6FgGJZ_I/s72-c/P1010154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2988729585632480883</id><published>2008-06-20T19:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:52:09.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"it's all about me"</title><content type='html'>Teens are often accused of being eco-centric.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes they are.&lt;br /&gt;But lately I’ve been struck me how they're not the only guilty ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shocks me and saddens me how often "we adults" also act, talk, and think in ways that show our thoughts revolving around "self." I know I'm guilty too.&lt;br /&gt;Adults are sneakier about it though. Or maybe just unaware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-centered thoughts can be disguised in extroverted affection for others; they can be crowned with false humility; they can be mingled with continual spiritual talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes down to it, most of us think way too much of ourselves, in two ways: too highly and too often.&lt;br /&gt;Our sin nature is rooted deep. Very deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good reminder to get our eyes off of ourselves (again) and to fix them on Christ, where they belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. Self-depreciation is unhealthy and ungodly as well. But I think most of us tend to live in the fear of man rather than the Fear of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;In the following days, I'll try to follow up this post with some quotes from an excellent book by Ed Welch: When People Are Big and God is Small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be blogging again. Yet… sometimes I wonder if this, too, is just another outlet for self-talk for me. Or at the very least, a time zapper that distracts me from other real-time things that should be dealt with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of rambling.&lt;br /&gt;Guess that happens from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m going to try to work on this direction-of-the-eyes-thing. Although it’s really a heart-thing, isn’t it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2988729585632480883?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2988729585632480883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2988729585632480883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2988729585632480883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2988729585632480883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-all-about-me.html' title='&quot;it&apos;s all about me&quot;'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-3192348208622070276</id><published>2008-06-12T06:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T06:15:02.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word</title><content type='html'>The beauty of God's revealed Word is incredible.&lt;br /&gt;Convicting, encouraging, directing, humbling, shedding light, inspiring awe....the Word of God &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; powerful, active, and alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must be immersed in its wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;upheld by its truth,&lt;br /&gt;and guided by its instruction,&lt;br /&gt;praying all the while that the Spirit of God would enlighten our dull minds and hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To understand God's Word we must meditate on it, return to it again and again, and roll it around in our minds.  Like the ancient believers, we must enjoy the work of searching the Scriptures and enjoying their riches and depths."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Godrey&lt;/span&gt;, W. R.  &lt;em&gt;God's Pattern for Creation&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phillipsburg&lt;/span&gt;, NJ: R &amp;amp; P Publishing, 2003.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-3192348208622070276?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3192348208622070276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=3192348208622070276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3192348208622070276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3192348208622070276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/06/word.html' title='Word'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-1424162758886091280</id><published>2008-06-05T06:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:48:25.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 131</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A song of ascents. Of David.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 My heart is not proud, O LORD,       &lt;br /&gt;my eyes are not haughty;       &lt;br /&gt;I do not concern myself with great matters       &lt;br /&gt;or things too wonderful for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 But I have stilled and quieted my soul;       &lt;br /&gt;like a weaned child with its mother,       &lt;br /&gt;like a weaned child is my soul within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 O Israel, put your hope in the LORD       &lt;br /&gt;both now and forevermore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-1424162758886091280?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1424162758886091280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=1424162758886091280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1424162758886091280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1424162758886091280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/06/psalm-131.html' title='Psalm 131'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2722875037886664136</id><published>2008-05-31T13:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T13:29:00.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bird of paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SEGKbuZbTPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2s71N2xd000/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206594853132782834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SEGKbuZbTPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2s71N2xd000/s400/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~T.S. 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2722875037886664136?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2722875037886664136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2722875037886664136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2722875037886664136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2722875037886664136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/05/bird-of-paradise.html' title='bird of paradise'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SEGKbuZbTPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2s71N2xd000/s72-c/DSC00730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-6622861115463517465</id><published>2008-05-30T19:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:16:33.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still, My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave to thy God to order and provide;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in every change, he faithful will remain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly Friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to guide the future as he has the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all now mysterious shall be bright at last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;his voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be still, my soul; the hour is hast'ning on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when we shall be forever with the Lord,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all safe and blessed we shall meet at last."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Katarina von Schlegel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not always a huge fan of rhyme, but I like the comfort from this old hymn I came across....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-6622861115463517465?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6622861115463517465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=6622861115463517465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/6622861115463517465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/6622861115463517465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/05/be-still-my-soul.html' title='Be Still, My Soul'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-4355547021057185487</id><published>2008-05-25T14:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:30:31.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>coaching</title><content type='html'>I realized that I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; coaching! Maybe almost more than teaching! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a beautiful way to interact with my students outside of the classroom. I'm able to relate with them on a different level, and they're able to see more of who I am due to the relaxed setting. Great relationship-building times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soccer team did an excellent job this weekend! I was so proud of their enthusiasm, teamwork, encouragment, improvement, and sportsmanship! Rah rah rah! Way to go, ladies! They came in third overall in the Ontario Christian Schools tournament. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-4355547021057185487?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4355547021057185487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=4355547021057185487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4355547021057185487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4355547021057185487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/05/coaching.html' title='coaching'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-8578535102013156785</id><published>2008-05-17T18:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:15:20.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*s*p*r*i*n*g*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SC9XoEpHMWI/AAAAAAAAATA/1D2zZ9m3HD8/s1600-h/P1010140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201472440588775778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SC9XoEpHMWI/AAAAAAAAATA/1D2zZ9m3HD8/s320/P1010140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am totally amazed at the &lt;u&gt;beauty&lt;/u&gt; of spring. &lt;br /&gt;Living with four seasons again has been such a delightful treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favourite spring things so far have been:&lt;br /&gt;- hearing the joyful chirps of birds&lt;br /&gt;- smelling the fragrant flowering trees (I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; need to get out and get some pictures of them!)&lt;br /&gt;- observing the speed of which a bare tree branch can bud and produce healthy, glowing leaves!&lt;br /&gt;- enjoying the longer days (and warmer weather of course)&lt;br /&gt;- feeling encouraged and reminded of the cycles and patterns God has established in His creation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-8578535102013156785?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8578535102013156785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=8578535102013156785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8578535102013156785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8578535102013156785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring.html' title='*s*p*r*i*n*g*'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SC9XoEpHMWI/AAAAAAAAATA/1D2zZ9m3HD8/s72-c/P1010140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2526530278515391329</id><published>2008-05-10T09:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T09:23:27.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>children of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R-_KIoxzo2I/AAAAAAAAASc/D643x66T7eY/s1600-h/1.07+Maycol+and+dump+sports+program.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183583945860817762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R-_KIoxzo2I/AAAAAAAAASc/D643x66T7eY/s400/1.07+Maycol+and+dump+sports+program.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Young Honduran boys - who live in the Tegucigalpa's city dump - participate in a sports afternoon organized by Maycol (fourth from left), who lives at the Micah Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2526530278515391329?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2526530278515391329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2526530278515391329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2526530278515391329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2526530278515391329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/05/children-of-world.html' title='children of the world'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R-_KIoxzo2I/AAAAAAAAASc/D643x66T7eY/s72-c/1.07+Maycol+and+dump+sports+program.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-380474235299454413</id><published>2008-05-04T13:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:22:02.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Become a devoted admirer of Christ.  The more deeply you appreciate and worship Christ in his perfection, the more confidence you will have in him.  You will be less likely to trust in yourself.  Rest must be rooted in faith.  Don't try to simply plug rest into the problem.  Be worshipful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Smith, Winston T. &lt;em&gt;Rest.&lt;/em&gt;  Greensboro, NC: New Growth Press, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the many very powerful quotes from Smith's short booklet on the Sabbath (literally, "cease" or "stop").  I have been once again reminded of the need for Sabbath rest in our lives....Not only is rest commanded / required of God, but it also has profound implications for where our trust lies and how we live our lives. &lt;br /&gt;On what / whom is our rest, trust, and security based?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side note: "New Growth Press" and "Resources for Changing Lives" both have published some very excellent quality material.  I encourage you to take a look...and be prepared to grow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-380474235299454413?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/380474235299454413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=380474235299454413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/380474235299454413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/380474235299454413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/05/rest.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-3654171212195733923</id><published>2008-05-01T05:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T05:54:55.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ascended Advocate</title><content type='html'>"Seeing then that we have a great High Priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we do not have a High Priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but was in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hebrews 4:14-16, NKJV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An appropriate Ascension Day reflection....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-3654171212195733923?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3654171212195733923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=3654171212195733923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3654171212195733923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3654171212195733923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/05/ascended-advocate.html' title='Ascended Advocate'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-6465391200239464364</id><published>2008-04-29T20:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T06:52:11.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Risky Overflow</title><content type='html'>Life is full to the brim.&lt;br /&gt;Not stuffed or crowded, but overflowing...and that word usually signifies blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the blessing of relationships comes sorrow and pain,&lt;br /&gt;but only because we live and love in community.&lt;br /&gt;In community we can be real.&lt;br /&gt;And that reality includes sin’s brokenness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m truly learning the importance of living by giving:&lt;br /&gt;love, time, trust.&lt;br /&gt;And in order to give, I need to be filled with the Giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest, unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, twists my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and involves an incredible amount of risk.&lt;br /&gt;But it’s worth it.&lt;br /&gt;And it’s commanded and taught by our Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing hurt,&lt;br /&gt;and wanting to feel and heal and alleviate.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I’m so limited,&lt;br /&gt;but also so privileged.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I know the Healer,&lt;br /&gt;the Redeemer,&lt;br /&gt;I can continue to live out of His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I be cautious and prayerful,&lt;br /&gt;watchful and deliberate,&lt;br /&gt;with all the relationships entrusted to me.&lt;br /&gt;Conscious of the spiritual battle&lt;br /&gt;and the wiles of Satan&lt;br /&gt;and the power of our victorious Savoiur.&lt;br /&gt;Living each day in His strength,&lt;br /&gt;for His glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-6465391200239464364?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6465391200239464364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=6465391200239464364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/6465391200239464364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/6465391200239464364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/04/risky-overflow.html' title='Risky Overflow'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-1530782692236537287</id><published>2008-04-25T07:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:54:24.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in awe of Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SBHGOytVOGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/D-H7MwCzE5E/s1600-h/P1010132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193149802767267938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SBHGOytVOGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/D-H7MwCzE5E/s320/P1010132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/SBHEkytVOFI/AAAAAAAAASs/A16txe7c5kw/s1600-h/P1010129.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rejoice in the LORD, O you righteous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For praise from the upright is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let all the earth fear the LORD; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 33: 1,8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-1530782692236537287?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1530782692236537287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=1530782692236537287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1530782692236537287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1530782692236537287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-awe-of-him.html' title='in awe of Him'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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It’s unique since &lt;em&gt;Bella&lt;/em&gt; is currently playing in only 11 Canadian cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while there are a just one or two critiques I could write about this 2006 winner of Toronto’s “People’s Choice Award,” I will rather share praise for all of the outstanding, worthy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella&lt;/em&gt; is definitely pro-life on many levels.&lt;br /&gt;Pro-life as in anti-abortion and pro-adoption.&lt;br /&gt;Pro-life as in appreciating the beauty of the family unit.&lt;br /&gt;Pro-life as in acknowledging the gift of each day and the opportunities presented in it, no matter what hardships come.&lt;br /&gt;Pro-life as in understanding the need for compassion, brotherly love, and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an artistic standpoint, the film is incredibly well produced. It effectively engages the viewer with foreshadowing and flashbacks, and it includes striking, powerful imagery.&lt;br /&gt;The cast is extremely believable and pulls you into their lives, subtly aided by the great music and filming. The Mexican-Portuguese family is true to character and dialogues in Spanish, adding to the authenticity.&lt;br /&gt;It is also unique in that it’s virtually free of anything offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella&lt;/em&gt; is a powerful film.&lt;br /&gt;On two occasions during the film, I was outright sobbing as I engaged in the lives of those portrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for those who have experienced incredible loss and pain,&lt;br /&gt;and for those who have lived through broken dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I cried for all the unborn babies.&lt;br /&gt;I cried for those who want children but can’t have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried because they were speaking in Spanish,&lt;br /&gt;and it made me miss Honduras incredibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sobbed again after the movie when I tried to explain to my friends why I was crying!!&lt;br /&gt;I realized I was also crying because I needed to release those tears.&lt;br /&gt;For the grief-filled moments.&lt;br /&gt;For the children who live on the streets, and for those who seem to have no hope.&lt;br /&gt;For words that were said that shouldn’t be,&lt;br /&gt;and for the families that are broken by sin and hatred.&lt;br /&gt;For the unbeliever who doesn’t know God and doesn’t have a solace for their tears, who is perishing apart from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In Spanish, “Bella” is pronounced “Bay-ya” and means “beautiful” when referring to a female noun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;How appropriate for this beautifully inspiring film.&lt;br /&gt;And for the tears that were able to be shed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-8082522595418250614?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8082522595418250614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=8082522595418250614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8082522595418250614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8082522595418250614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/04/tears-for-bella.html' title='Tears for Bella'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-3206507542059371635</id><published>2008-04-16T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T06:43:48.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; “You may never know that Jesus is all you need, until Jesus is all you have.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Corrie ten Boom ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we know it&lt;br /&gt;and live it?&lt;br /&gt;Do we treasure Him&lt;br /&gt;above all else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, one could argue&lt;br /&gt;that Jesus isn't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; "all" we "need."&lt;br /&gt;What about food and shelter&lt;br /&gt;and friendship and family...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;Where is our source of strength?&lt;br /&gt;That is at the heart of ten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boom's&lt;/span&gt; statement.&lt;br /&gt;When all else is stripped away -&lt;br /&gt;which sometimes it is -&lt;br /&gt;where is your hope?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-3206507542059371635?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3206507542059371635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=3206507542059371635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3206507542059371635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3206507542059371635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/04/jesus.html' title='Jesus'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-8628891953596478213</id><published>2008-04-13T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:29:14.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no condemnation</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who do not walk according to the flesh,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but according to the Spirit."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:1, NKJV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-8628891953596478213?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8628891953596478213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=8628891953596478213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8628891953596478213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8628891953596478213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-condemnation.html' title='no condemnation'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-440187178435671549</id><published>2008-04-11T18:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:01:51.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R-_HpoxzoxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PQFjWMWlm84/s1600-h/Purple+flowering+bush+and+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183581214261617426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R-_HpoxzoxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PQFjWMWlm84/s320/Purple+flowering+bush+and+house.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... sometimes things are just a matter of perspective...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-440187178435671549?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/440187178435671549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=440187178435671549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/440187178435671549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/440187178435671549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/04/perspective.html' title='perspective'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R-_HpoxzoxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PQFjWMWlm84/s72-c/Purple+flowering+bush+and+house.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-7188633427786630591</id><published>2008-04-07T05:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T05:52:26.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Five: Glorious God</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Sorry for the delay…part five of Exodus 33….)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deepest longing of the fabric of our being is to be united with our Lord and Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;The more we know &lt;em&gt;about&lt;/em&gt; God,&lt;br /&gt;the more we want to &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;behold&lt;/em&gt; Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To behold his beauty and stand amazed.&lt;br /&gt;To worship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses was bold in his petition to see God’s glory (Ex 33:18).&lt;br /&gt;And the gracious Lord allowed Moses to catch a glimpse of his presence, for his servant’s encouragement and edification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we, too, turn our eyes to behold God’s glory,&lt;br /&gt;To catch glimpses of his majesty,&lt;br /&gt;and to proclaim his incredible worth:&lt;br /&gt;adoring,&lt;br /&gt;glorifying,&lt;br /&gt;exalting,&lt;br /&gt;lifting high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we behold God’s&lt;br /&gt;Lovingkindness&lt;br /&gt;Mercy&lt;br /&gt;Justice&lt;br /&gt;Righteousness&lt;br /&gt;Incredible, awe-inspiring, humbling Glory,&lt;br /&gt;too great to be fully revealed to us sin-saturated creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing how He makes everything seem dim in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;And also more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I saw no temple in [the city], for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are its temple. The city had no need of the sun or of the moon to shine in it, for the glory of God illuminated it. &lt;u&gt;The Lamb is its light.&lt;/u&gt; Revelation 21:22-23 (underline mine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-7188633427786630591?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7188633427786630591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=7188633427786630591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/7188633427786630591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/7188633427786630591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/07/part-five-glorious-god.html' title='Part Five: Glorious God'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-3332667787037866172</id><published>2008-04-06T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T05:50:46.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let it happen</title><content type='html'>Some goals / dreams, you must work hard to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other goals / dreams, you must let "happen" to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those seem to be harder.&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose they're more beautiful when they're fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post-script: if you have read this post, please also take a moment to read the comments as they "round out" some of the original thoughts.  TS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-3332667787037866172?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3332667787037866172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=3332667787037866172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3332667787037866172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3332667787037866172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-it-happen.html' title='let it happen'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-4286970363123749383</id><published>2008-03-31T21:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:03:12.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creator's hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R-_JbYxzo1I/AAAAAAAAASU/4S2JnsOgvyo/s1600-h/L+Velvet+Flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183583168471737170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R-_JbYxzo1I/AAAAAAAAASU/4S2JnsOgvyo/s400/L+Velvet+Flower.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The final part of my Exodus "series" is missing yet - Part Five: Glorious God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since it is promising to be a busy week, I thought I would post a picture to keep you all captivated until the time, most likely the weekend, when I feel inspired to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this can count as a "welcome April" post.  Tomorrow already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-4286970363123749383?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4286970363123749383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=4286970363123749383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4286970363123749383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4286970363123749383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/03/creators-hand.html' title='Creator&apos;s hand'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R-_JbYxzo1I/AAAAAAAAASU/4S2JnsOgvyo/s72-c/L+Velvet+Flower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-5672953347395296922</id><published>2008-03-30T12:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:59:48.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Four: Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion&lt;/em&gt;” (Exodus 33:19b). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s rich,&lt;br /&gt;abounding,&lt;br /&gt;electing grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestowing on His chosen what they don’t deserve,&lt;br /&gt;through Jesus’ work.&lt;br /&gt;God’s eternal love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a comfort for His people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a reminder that they are His ambassadors,&lt;br /&gt;sent to proclaim the One who shows mercy and compassion for a time. &lt;br /&gt;For the time is short. &lt;br /&gt;Mercy and judgment walk hand in hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-5672953347395296922?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5672953347395296922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=5672953347395296922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5672953347395296922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5672953347395296922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-four-mercy.html' title='Part Four: Mercy'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-360370074361914976</id><published>2008-03-29T07:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T07:38:33.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Three: Distinct</title><content type='html'>Distinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separations are sometimes seen in a negative light.&lt;br /&gt;And occasionally they are falsely created.&lt;br /&gt;Yet Christians are &lt;em&gt;commanded&lt;/em&gt; to be distinct,&lt;br /&gt;“different,” if you will.&lt;br /&gt;Yet not as some say they are to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If your Presence does not go with us, do not send us up from here….What else will distinguish me and your people from all the other people on the face of the earth?”&lt;/em&gt; (Exodus 33:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses knew that God dwelling among the Israelites&lt;br /&gt;was the only thing able to transform their lives&lt;br /&gt;enough to make them different.&lt;br /&gt;Good different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distinct and set apart in calling,&lt;br /&gt;purpose,&lt;br /&gt;and Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distinguished enough that people wondered&lt;br /&gt;and marveled&lt;br /&gt;and recognized that the God of the Israelites&lt;br /&gt;was GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set apart by God&lt;br /&gt;to reflect God&lt;br /&gt;in Christ&lt;br /&gt;by the Spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-360370074361914976?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/360370074361914976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=360370074361914976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/360370074361914976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/360370074361914976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-three-distinct.html' title='Part Three: Distinct'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-8930920130715779538</id><published>2008-03-25T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:32:42.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Two: The Presence</title><content type='html'>The people have sinned grievously.&lt;br /&gt;Broken communion with a God who had shown Himself to be so faithful and loving.&lt;br /&gt;Unspeakable, piercing rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Moses intercedes for the people,&lt;br /&gt;pleading their case&lt;br /&gt;before the Sovereign.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Remember that this nation is your people&lt;/em&gt; (vs 13).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, O God, your love for your people.&lt;br /&gt;Not their sin,&lt;br /&gt;not their stubborn selfishness,&lt;br /&gt;but your love and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A type of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;And God promises His presence,&lt;br /&gt;His very self, to be with Moses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Presence is with us too,&lt;br /&gt;through the intercession of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit of God&lt;br /&gt;dwelling among and within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unthinkable.&lt;br /&gt;But true.&lt;br /&gt;Because of Christ and for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with his Presence He promises &lt;em&gt;rest&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-8930920130715779538?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8930920130715779538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=8930920130715779538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8930920130715779538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8930920130715779538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-two-presence.html' title='Part Two: The Presence'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-1765338428491008582</id><published>2008-03-24T19:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:46:23.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moses' conversation, Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The passage below from Exodus 33 struck and gripped me this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Many, many things "jumped out" at me, too many for one blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So today I share the passage, which of course - as Scripture - speaks for itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Throughout the week I'll share a few of my feeble thoughts for your digestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Moses said to the LORD, "You have been telling me, 'Lead these people,' but you have not let me know whom you will send with me. You have said, 'I know you by name and you have found favor with me.' 13 If you are pleased with me, teach me your ways so I may know you and continue to find favor with you. Remember that this nation is your people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 The LORD replied, "My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Then Moses said to him, "If your Presence does not go with us, do not send us up from here. 16 How will anyone know that you are pleased with me and with your people unless you go with us? What else will distinguish me and your people from all the other people on the face of the earth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 And the LORD said to Moses, "I will do the very thing you have asked, because I am pleased with you and I know you by name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Then Moses said, "Now show me your glory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 And the LORD said, "I will cause all my goodness to pass in front of you, and I will proclaim my name, the LORD, in your presence. I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion. 20 But," he said, "you cannot see my face, for no one may see me and live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Then the LORD said, "There is a place near me where you may stand on a rock. 22 When my glory passes by, I will put you in a cleft in the rock and cover you with my hand until I have passed by. 23 Then I will remove my hand and you will see my back; but my face must not be seen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-1765338428491008582?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1765338428491008582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=1765338428491008582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1765338428491008582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1765338428491008582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/03/moses-conversation-part-one.html' title='Moses&apos; conversation, Part One'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-3775380045683972348</id><published>2008-03-21T09:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T09:06:43.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a taste of beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As we turn our eyes toward the cross,&lt;br /&gt;may our hearts again be filled with wonder&lt;br /&gt;at His grace and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we &lt;em&gt;yearn&lt;/em&gt; with our whole being&lt;br /&gt;to make much of this Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;our crucified and risen Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we glory in &lt;u&gt;Him&lt;/u&gt; for our &lt;em&gt;full&lt;/em&gt; satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;and radiate,&lt;br /&gt;yes even proclaim,&lt;br /&gt;the beauty and majesty of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, be glorified in us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-3775380045683972348?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3775380045683972348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=3775380045683972348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3775380045683972348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/3775380045683972348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/03/taste-of-beauty.html' title='a taste of beauty'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2308646630296844242</id><published>2008-03-18T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:07:39.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wurmbrand</title><content type='html'>Today I offer this link for your edification and reflection.  It is a moving summary about Richard Wurmbrand (1909-2001), founder of the Voice of the Martyrs, and his wife Sabina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a pastor and evangelist to many nationalities during WWII, distributing Bibles and preaching the Gospel in the face of communism.  I find it so &lt;em&gt;encouraging&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;inspirng &lt;/em&gt;to read of people’s passion for sharing Christ in the midst of persecution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.persecution.com/about/index.cfm?action=WurmbrandStory"&gt;http://www.persecution.com/about/index.cfm?action=WurmbrandStory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we know persecution for Jesus’ sake still happens on a daily basis.  Please join in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.persecution.net/"&gt;http://www.persecution.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.persecution.com/"&gt;http://www.persecution.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think of the Wurmbrands….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2308646630296844242?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2308646630296844242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2308646630296844242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2308646630296844242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2308646630296844242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/03/wurmbrand.html' title='Wurmbrand'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-1891436360727947255</id><published>2008-03-16T18:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:38:18.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got hope?!</title><content type='html'>I want to expand on my citizenship post from last time, but not today. I'm still doing a bit of musing on that inexhaustible topic.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to share a passage that came up in &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; separate things I read today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts, and always be ready to give a defense to everyone who asks you a reason for the hope that is in you, with meekness and fear...&lt;/em&gt;." (1 Peter 3:15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it begs the question: is anyone asking us, the body of Christ, about our hope?!&lt;br /&gt;Are we so proclaiming or even just living the hope - the &lt;em&gt;truth&lt;/em&gt; - that people wonder about its purpose and source?&lt;br /&gt;Do we even &lt;em&gt;realize&lt;/em&gt; the depth of our hope?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord open our eyes to the gracious gifts that are ours, in Christ, and show us how to live &lt;em&gt;joyfully&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;purposefully&lt;/em&gt; out of that hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-1891436360727947255?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1891436360727947255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=1891436360727947255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1891436360727947255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/1891436360727947255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/03/got-hope.html' title='Got hope?!'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-9090966194001108038</id><published>2008-03-14T19:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:14:41.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>citizenship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am a Canadian citizen&lt;br /&gt;and a Canadian resident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those freedoms and privileges I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet lately,&lt;br /&gt;more than ever,&lt;br /&gt;I have felt the weight of my &lt;em&gt;eternal&lt;/em&gt; citizenship, which is in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it look like to be a Kingdom citizen here on earth, in Canada nonetheless?&lt;br /&gt;Am I living in a manner worthy of the Gospel of Christ (Phil 1:27)?&lt;br /&gt;I desire to proclaim, with the apostle Paul that for me, “to live is Christ” (Phil 1:21), but does my life resound with that proclamation?&lt;br /&gt;I long to live - and even to die - for His sake.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I struggle with what that looks like on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it really mean to “die to self” and "live for Christ" in the daily, “mundane” tasks of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, how do you want me to serve you, for the sake and glory of your name?!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-9090966194001108038?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/9090966194001108038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=9090966194001108038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/9090966194001108038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/9090966194001108038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/03/citizenship.html' title='citizenship'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-145251777900273361</id><published>2008-03-05T21:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:04:59.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more good stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;At the risk of becoming redundant, here is some more really good stuff from pastor Piper....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God created me – and you – to live with a single, all-embracing, all-transforming passion – namely, a passion to glorify God by enjoying and displaying his supreme excellence in all the spheres of life.  Enjoying and displaying are both crucial. If we try to display the excellence of God without joy in it, we will display a shell of hypocrisy and create scorn or legalism.  But if we claim to enjoy his excellence and do not display it for others to see and admire, we deceive ourselves, because the mark of God-enthralled joy is to overflow and expand by extending itself into the hearts of others.  The wasted life is the life without a passion for the supremacy of God in all things for the joy of all peoples” (page 31).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-145251777900273361?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/145251777900273361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=145251777900273361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/145251777900273361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/145251777900273361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-good-stuff.html' title='more good stuff'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-5880174112509679412</id><published>2008-03-02T18:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:10:38.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so there, MOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R8sy_3sng7I/AAAAAAAAARg/cI3v6LC2giU/s1600-h/P1010217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173284669829383090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R8sy_3sng7I/AAAAAAAAARg/cI3v6LC2giU/s200/P1010217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R8szXXsng8I/AAAAAAAAARo/qBCaDgPl1so/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173285073556308930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R8szXXsng8I/AAAAAAAAARo/qBCaDgPl1so/s200/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Mom, now it's true!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was quite kind in my selections, might I tell you!  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any thoughts, now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this "light-hearted" enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He he he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-5880174112509679412?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5880174112509679412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=5880174112509679412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5880174112509679412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5880174112509679412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-there-mom.html' title='so there, MOM!'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R8sy_3sng7I/AAAAAAAAARg/cI3v6LC2giU/s72-c/P1010217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-6299332380164485298</id><published>2008-02-25T06:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:35:15.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't waste your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“It was becoming clearer and clearer that if I wanted to come to the end of my life and not say, ‘I’ve wasted it!’ then I would need to press all the way in, and all the way up, to the ultimate purpose of God and join him in it. If my life was to have a single, all-satisfying, unifying passion, it would have to be God’s passion. And…God’s passion was the display of his own glory and the delight of my heart” (page 28).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Piper, John. &lt;em&gt;Don’t Waste Your Life&lt;/em&gt;. Wheaton, IL: Crossway Books, 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not far into this book, but it is quickly becoming a favourite....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-6299332380164485298?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6299332380164485298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=6299332380164485298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/6299332380164485298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/6299332380164485298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-waste-your-life.html' title='don&apos;t waste your life'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-5537732042164440724</id><published>2008-02-23T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T06:05:50.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING GOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_9H_W4VPI/AAAAAAAAARY/OWhVtUBulQw/s1600-h/IMG_2431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170129210952930546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_9H_W4VPI/AAAAAAAAARY/OWhVtUBulQw/s200/IMG_2431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_81fW4VOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hwmlNQ1QWvY/s1600-h/IMG_2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170128893125350626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_81fW4VOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hwmlNQ1QWvY/s200/IMG_2282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_8gfW4VNI/AAAAAAAAARI/_0BWsWERgVE/s1600-h/IMG_2586.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170128532348097746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_8gfW4VNI/AAAAAAAAARI/_0BWsWERgVE/s200/IMG_2586.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_8FPW4VMI/AAAAAAAAARA/x_YT5GzFo6k/s1600-h/IMG_2214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170128064196662466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_8FPW4VMI/AAAAAAAAARA/x_YT5GzFo6k/s200/IMG_2214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_7wPW4VLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qenplIPil_o/s1600-h/IMG_2169.2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170127703419409586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_7wPW4VLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qenplIPil_o/s200/IMG_2169.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_7f_W4VKI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HeWpev4aelU/s1600-h/IMG_2146.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170127424246535330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_7f_W4VKI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HeWpev4aelU/s200/IMG_2146.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_7RfW4VJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Tm8U35QCcb0/s1600-h/IMG_2142.2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170127175138432146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_7RfW4VJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Tm8U35QCcb0/s200/IMG_2142.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_6x_W4VII/AAAAAAAAAQg/puxhYPH7p60/s1600-h/IMG_2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170126633972552834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_6x_W4VII/AAAAAAAAAQg/puxhYPH7p60/s200/IMG_2137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_6cvW4VHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/j1CYga_-3VQ/s1600-h/IMG_2129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170126268900332658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_6cvW4VHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/j1CYga_-3VQ/s320/IMG_2129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amazing God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-5537732042164440724?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5537732042164440724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=5537732042164440724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5537732042164440724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/5537732042164440724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/02/amazing-god.html' title='AMAZING GOD!'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R7_9H_W4VPI/AAAAAAAAARY/OWhVtUBulQw/s72-c/IMG_2431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-938432280446094466</id><published>2008-02-18T06:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T17:25:24.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pursuing holiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But just as He who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; for it is written, 'Be holy, because I am holy.'"&lt;/em&gt; 1 Peter 1:15-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to live a holy life, specifically, in the infamously affluent North America? This question has been on my mind for quite some time. Jerry Bridges offers some good, solid reflection material in his book &lt;em&gt;The Pursuit of Holiness.&lt;/em&gt; Filled with Scripture, challenges, and encouragement, he walks the reader through the precarious balance between the work Christ &lt;em&gt;already did&lt;/em&gt; to make us holy (a promise we can hold to) and the command we must live out to be holy.&lt;br /&gt;I know my quotes won't do justice to his overall message, and there are too many good ones to pick out. :) However, they're a start for your reflection on the command of the Lord to be holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...every time we sin, we are doing something God hates. He hates our lustful thoughts, our pride and jealousy, our outbursts of temper, and our rationalization that the ends justifies the means. We need to be gripped by the fact that God hates all these things. We become so accustomed to our sins we sometimes lapse into a state of peaceful coexistence with them, but God never ceases to hate them" (32).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The holiness of God is an exceedingly high standard, a perfect standard. But it is nevertheless one that He holds us to. He cannot do less. While it is true that He accepts us solely through the merit of Christ, God's standards for our character, our attitudes, our affections, and actions is, 'Be holy, because I am holy.' We must take this seriously if we are to grow in holiness" (34).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God has provided all we need for our pursuit of holiness. He has delivered us from the reign of sin and given us His indwelling Holy Spirit. He has revealed His will for holy living in His Word, and He works in us to will and to act according to His good purpose....Surely He has not commanded us to be holy without providing the means to be holy. The privilege of being holy is yours, and the decision and responsibility to be holy is yours. If you make that decision, you will experience the fullness of joy which Christ has promised to those who walk in obedience to Him" (157-158).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridges, Jerry. &lt;em&gt;The Pursuit of Holiness&lt;/em&gt;. Colorado Springs, CO: Navpress, 1978.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-938432280446094466?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/938432280446094466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=938432280446094466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/938432280446094466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/938432280446094466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/02/pursuing-holiness.html' title='pursuing holiness'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-4112193283139062170</id><published>2008-02-17T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T17:24:51.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fighting the lies within</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Set up Thy standard, Lord, that we&lt;br /&gt;Who claim a heavenly birth,&lt;br /&gt;May march with Thee to smite the lies&lt;br /&gt;That vex Thy groaning earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet who can fight for truth and God,&lt;br /&gt;Enthralled by lies and sin?&lt;br /&gt;He who would wage such war on earth&lt;br /&gt;Must first be true within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God of truth for whom we long,&lt;br /&gt;O Thou that hearest prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Do Thine own battle in our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;And slay the falsehood there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Thomas Huges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;** This poem is exerpted as found in Sinclair B. Ferguson's Discovering God's Will (1982). However, I did notice there are a few variations of Hughes' poem / hymn on the internet...but I just quoted it as it was in the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-4112193283139062170?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4112193283139062170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=4112193283139062170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4112193283139062170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4112193283139062170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/02/fighting-lies-within.html' title='fighting the lies within'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-7804480239630422594</id><published>2008-02-14T06:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T17:25:43.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...thoughts abounding...</title><content type='html'>Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;I decide to take a month off from blogging and feel like I could have written a book every day! :) ("Phew"- you're thinking - "good &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; she took a month off or we'd be reading all of those posts..." ha ha ha). I've been deep in thought and prayer (and journals!) about many thing that are dear to my heart. During this month, I've also been blessed to discuss and interact with so many precious Christian brothers and sisters, whose prayers and guidance I deeply cherish! I love the community of the body of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I was also lovingly accused of doing too much thinking and introspection, which I find funny but also potentially true! :) I guess sometimes I try to figure things out too much, which leads to my blog for today....].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One theme especially on my mind this past month was the relationship between &lt;u&gt;God's providence&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;and sovereignty&lt;/u&gt; as He directs our lives and our &lt;u&gt;human responsibility&lt;/u&gt; to make decisions. God knows everything that will happen in our lives and has orchestrated each event. That still (rightly) baffles, humbles, and comforts me! Yet at the same time, we have our individual choices to make. They are to be made in light of the Scriptures and God's revealed will, and always with prayer, but when it comes down to it, we have to make choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have decisions always made me cringe? I remember getting stressed as a child because I couldn't decide on which ice cream flavour to choose or which game to play at recess. Such trivial things. Yet as I get older, the decisions become more and more "weighty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet I find incredible comfort in the fact that God &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; indeed direct our paths when we desire to follow after Him. Decisions may not be clearly laid out, and there may sometimes be equally "right" options from which to choose. But Christians possess the gift of the Holy Spirit within them, and that is an &lt;em&gt;assurance&lt;/em&gt; of guidance from the Lord Almighty when we stop to seek and listen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I'm not really saying anything new. I just rejoice that, no matter how agonizing decisions sometimes seem (and there are always decisions), God is a faithful God who does not change!!! He &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; there. He &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; guide and lead. He &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; direct. And He also trusts us to step out in faith as His children, led by His Word and His Spirit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May you feel the comfort of the Lord's leading hand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Show me Your ways, O LORD; teach me Your paths. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lead me in Your truth and teach me, for You are the God of my salvation; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On You I wait all the day. Psalm 25:3-4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-7804480239630422594?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7804480239630422594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=7804480239630422594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/7804480239630422594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/7804480239630422594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/02/thoughts-abounding.html' title='...thoughts abounding...'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-733941723005411618</id><published>2008-02-14T06:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T17:26:23.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reminders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R6-jtfW4VGI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/mgFjjiAxZz8/s1600-h/P1010171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165527299524154466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R6-jtfW4VGI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/mgFjjiAxZz8/s320/P1010171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was time for a summer picture, especially in light of all the snow we've had! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-733941723005411618?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/733941723005411618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=733941723005411618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/733941723005411618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/733941723005411618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/02/reminders.html' title='reminders'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9s-eM7MqE0/R6-jtfW4VGI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/mgFjjiAxZz8/s72-c/P1010171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-4464944406649962739</id><published>2008-01-14T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:46:37.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbatical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For various reasons, this blog is taking a one month sabbatical.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-4464944406649962739?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4464944406649962739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=4464944406649962739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4464944406649962739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/4464944406649962739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/01/sabbatical.html' title='Sabbatical'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-605851582274518661</id><published>2008-01-12T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:09:21.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"We Give Thee But Thine Own"</title><content type='html'>I was just playing through the Psalter Hymnal, enjoying the music but not reflecting much upon the words of the songs. I just finished &lt;em&gt;We Give Thee But Thine Own&lt;/em&gt; and was about to move on when the title caught my attention. Whoa. I started to read through the words...and realized what a blessing this song is for me tonight. Lord, help me to truly continue to give back to you with open hands. May my dreams and goals and hopes be surrended at the foot of the cross and may I be purified in your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We give Thee but Thine own,&lt;br /&gt;Whate'er the gift may be;&lt;br /&gt;All that we have is Thine alone,&lt;br /&gt;A trust, O Lord, from Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we believe Thy Word,&lt;br /&gt;Though dim our faith may be;&lt;br /&gt;Whate'er for Thine we do, O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;We do it unto Thee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verses 1 and 5; William Walsham How, 1823-1897)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-605851582274518661?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/605851582274518661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=605851582274518661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/605851582274518661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/605851582274518661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-give-thee-but-thine-own.html' title='&quot;We Give Thee But Thine Own&quot;'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-6091923030961888453</id><published>2008-01-08T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:23:42.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely people part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that some of the lonely people I wrote of earlier this week may actually be reading this blog! I guess most of us are somewhat lonely at some point in our lives, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hence, here is a bit of encouragement from yours truly, Elisabeth Elliot. :) (I've quoted her seven pieces of advice and given a brief summary.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1) Be still and know that He is God.&lt;/u&gt; Use the stillness and time to be quiet before the Lord and know Him as God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2) Remember that you are not alone&lt;/u&gt;. See &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Deut&lt;/span&gt; 31:8 and Matt 28:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3) Give thanks.&lt;/u&gt; The loneliness is used to help us look to things that are not seen, an eternal weight of glory (2 Cor 4:17-18).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4) Refuse self-pity.&lt;/u&gt; It is deadly and can destroy you. "Turn your thoughts to Christ who has already carried your griefs and sorrows."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;5) Accept your loneliness.&lt;/u&gt; It is a stage on a journey that brings you closer to God - it will not always last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;6) Offer up your loneliness to God.&lt;/u&gt; God can transform our loneliness into good (and He does!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;7) Do something for somebody else.&lt;/u&gt; Bring someone else joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The important thing is to receive this moment's experience with both hands. Don't waste it. 'Wherever you are, be all there,' Jim [her husband] once wrote. 'Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God' "(80).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passion and Purity&lt;/em&gt;, Chapter 17: What To Do with Loneliness, pg 79-80.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God comfort all those who are lonely, as He has promised!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-6091923030961888453?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6091923030961888453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=6091923030961888453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/6091923030961888453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/6091923030961888453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/01/lonely-people-part-2.html' title='Lonely people part 2'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-2444475722473266537</id><published>2008-01-05T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:26:24.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More and more I realize how &lt;u&gt;lonely&lt;/u&gt; people are today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In our world bustling with people, it seems there are so many scurrying about with a deep longing inside.  There are homes filled with sadness and many people who lack purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Generalizations perhaps, but observations from the past few months in Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is the deal? &lt;br /&gt;Are our lives too full of work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are we too preoccupied with material things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are we "too busy" for meaningful relationships, or we don't know how to really form them anymore...as in our relationships are based on fluff rather than on substance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are we too busy thinking about ourselves and not busy enough thinking about and serving others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it a God-sized hole in our hearts that we're cramming full with everything but God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or am I the only one who is observing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-2444475722473266537?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2444475722473266537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=2444475722473266537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2444475722473266537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/2444475722473266537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/01/lonely-people.html' title='lonely people'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23472313.post-8083203012905145536</id><published>2008-01-03T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:13:41.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought</title><content type='html'>I obviously don't blog very much anymore.  Sorry!  I guess I'm more "in touch" with the people that used to read this blog, so its less important to me.  And I write less.  :(  I'll still try from time to time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a thought for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Do not fear going forward slowly; fear only standing still."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Chinese Proverb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23472313-8083203012905145536?l=theresa-j-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8083203012905145536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23472313&amp;postID=8083203012905145536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8083203012905145536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23472313/posts/default/8083203012905145536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresa-j-s.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-thought.html' title='just a thought'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03322402071832871417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
